Sinner [Suoh Mikoto]

➳ Lust

❝Two red tongues of fire
that are linked to the same trunk
approaching and kissing each other
form a single flame❞ 

          I will never drink again. That was the first thing I thought when I woke up the next morning with my head about to explode. My body felt heavy and I could barely move my legs. They seemed to be tangled with something. 

          When I tried to sit up, I gasped. The something which was intertwined with my leg was a muscular leg imprisoning mine, and its owner was none other than my king, who was also hugging me around the waist.

          Thousands of thoughts assaulted my mind, flooding it with images of possible situations that would have led us to end up sharing the same bed. With those pleasantly naughty images in mind, it didn't take long for me to look like Yata, with a blush the same shade as Mikoto's hair. But that was only until the truth came crashing down on me like a bucket of cold water, and I remembered that after my fit of giggles I had fallen asleep on top of my beloved redhead. Mikoto had most likely taken me to his room when he realized that I wouldn't be able to return home in that state. 

          I was partly relieved as I would feel terrible if something had happened between us and I didn't remember it but, on the other hand, I felt embarrassed that Mikoto had seen me in my most inebriated state. What would he think of me now?

          Taking advantage of the fact that he was sleeping peacefully with his face just a few inches from mine, I raised one hand and began to run my fingers over his face. I don't know where I got the courage to do it. All I know is that as I caressed his cheek, as if trying to memorize every inch of his skin, there was no doubt in my mind that I was madly in love with him.

          Seven seconds. That was the time it took Mikoto to open his eyes and, when I realized it, I was already under his body with my hands imprisoned above my head and those golden eyes staring at me.

          “What were you trying to do?” at the sound of his cold and moody tone, my eyes began to water, but I refrained from crying. 

          What was I doing? How could I begin to explain? I didn't dare confess what I was feeling to my king, so I bit my lip and looked away from those eyes that seemed to look straight through me.

          Mikoto sighed in annoyance and let go of my hands, not moving from where he stood. In frustration, he ran a hand through his hair in what I thought was an incredibly sexy gesture, and I had to force myself to look away again. I had to stop thinking those things about him.

          “Why were you drinking last night like it was the end of the world?” he asked, locking his arms around me again and showing me that he wasn't going to let me leave without giving him an answer.

          Mikoto has always been stubborn and he would do anything to get his way. Knowing that I had no choice, I told him that my relationship had ended, although I avoided telling him the real reason. 

          I should have guessed that wouldn't be enough to convince him, although I was surprised that Mikoto pressed the issue. Resigned, I looked down at the side table so I wouldn't have to meet his gaze and confessed.

          I confessed how it had been a long time since whenever I closed my eyes, he was all I saw. I confessed how I was always looking for an excuse to spend more time at HOMRA so I could watch him sleep on his usual couch. I confessed how I had tried to fool myself into believing that I could forget him in other arms. I confessed that it had been his name that had left my lips and ended the charade that was my relationship. Helplessly, I confessed that I had been stupid enough to fall in love with him. 

          Once I started talking, I confessed everything. I could blame my outburst of honesty on alcohol, but that would be lying. My body had already digested it all. 

          I had been silent for so long about what I was feeling that I was simply unable to keep it hidden any longer. To my surprise, instead of looking at me with pity, Mikoto's face lit up with a radiant smirk.

          “I wanted to hear you say it again, without hiccups in between.”

          It turned out that I had already confessed the night before and didn't remember it. I'm sure if Mikoto hadn't kissed me at that moment making everything else meaningless, I would have died of embarrassment. What else would I have told him?

          Once I got over the initial surprise of such a sudden move, my body reacted, trying to follow the intensity of my king's demanding kiss. I had always assumed Mikoto was passionate but, seeing how vague he was most of the time, I didn't imagine he was so.... how should I put it? Voracious? 

          That kiss was just like him. Untamed, fierce, intense, demanding, and even a bit possessive. 

          My lips felt swollen by the force with which he pressed my mouth against his, but I still didn't want him to stop kissing me. He didn't treat me as gently as my ex used to, nor did he seem to care if I was okay or not. He just let his instincts take over and seemed to demand that I satisfy his carnal desires. 

          I didn't mind. That's what he was like. Pure blazing fire that can't help but burn everything in its path, and I loved him just the way he was. Wild and unpredictable. A golden-eyed demon who would lead me to burn in hell while making me feel like I was in heaven.

          Mikoto released my lips and proceeded to kiss my neck with a softness that was extremely unusual for him. A moan halfway between pain and pleasure escaped my lips as I felt him bite and suck my neck.

          “I love you too, you dummy,” Mikoto confessed, pulling away from my neck so he could look me in the eyes.

          Hearing those words, I couldn't help but let a few happy tears escape my eyes. Worried that he had done something wrong or hurt me, Mikoto lay down beside me and wiped away my tears, asking me if I was okay. Okay was an understatement. I had never felt better. Grinning from ear to ear, I straddle him and kissed him. Soon, our clothes began to bother us and our kisses to intensify. 

          We wanted more; we needed to be closer. 

          My hangover headache was soon pushed to the background. 

          The only thing that existed at that moment was Mikoto and me, and the burning flames that surrounded us.

Third sin: lust.