Do It For Him

Shadows Of My Fears Invading

Zenitsu runs his fingers through Uzui's hair. Uzui nuzzles into his stomach as the last of his tears fall. Uzui hasn't had a good cry in years. He's had to push them back, his emotions meant his death. Being able to release it all, he's never felt like that. It's nice.

"Uzui-san, are you awake?" He doesn't respond. Zenitsu's face flushes slightly and he kisses his head.

"I love you, I always have," Zenitsu admits. "Since you're asleep, I wonder what you're dreaming about?" He laughs and flutters his eyelashes.
"Is it about work? Is it about your wives?" Zenitsu tangles Uzui's hair in his fingers. "Is it about me? I wouldn't know." Zenitsu sighs, tears pricking at his eyes. He isn't sad exactly, more or less, just overwhelmed.

"You said you loved me back, but," Zenitsu blushes, "I don't know if I can." He smiles, kissing his cheek. "If I love you, I might just die sooner. You're bad for my heath, Uzui-san."

Uzui listens to Zenitsu's confession. It makes him want to smother him, honestly. Lately, he's been dreaming about him a lot more. But they aren't cuddly, sweet dreams, no, they're lustful. They keep getting more and more explicit. He wants to touch him behind the clothes that keep his small figure covered. He wants to hear the noises he didn't know Zenitsu could make. He's so small, and he cries like a kid. He wants to see more of those tears.

Uzui blinks his eyes open, shifting to look up at Zenitsu. He blushes when Uzui flutters his eyes.

"Do you feel better?" Uzui sits up on his elbows.

"Yeah, thanks," Zenitsu nods and smiles. They stare at each other. Zenitsu leans in, touching his cheek. Uzui's eyes go wide. Zenitsu flinches back.

"S-sorry! That was—" Uzui laughs and sits all the way up. As much as Uzui wants to kiss him, he can't. Not right now. He needs to contain himself a little longer. Things are messy right now. Now that the police are after Zenitsu, he needs to worry about that first.

"You started training, right?" Zenitsu's face flushes and he nods. He knows he's about to get scolded. "Want to go tomorrow? I can help you." Zenitsu thinks for a moment. He smiles and nods.

"Yes, I'd like that."

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"Come on, you can do better than that!" Uzui dodges one of Zenitsu's double front kicks with ease.

"Sh-shut up! I'm trying!" Zenitsu growls and tries to attack his stomach, going in blindly. Uzui elbows his back, knocking the wind out of him. He lies there, accepting defeat.

"Don't come at me blindly, think," Zenitsu sits back up, groaning. Uzui crouches down, meeting him at eye level. "Take a deep breath, and think." Zenitsu furrows his eyebrows.

"You make it look so easy! It's not!" He cries, waving his hands around. Uzui pats his head.

"I know, but that's why we practice, it gets easier," Zenitsu sighs, getting back up. "Here, I'm going to stand on that side of the room, you'll try to hit me." He raises his eyebrow. "Just hit me, alright?" Zenitsu nods his head. As soon as Uzui gets there, Zenitsu sprints as fast as he can. He tries his cartwheel kick again, this time, Uzui grabs his leg and flips him over. He screams as he hits the floor.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"You've used that move too much, it's easy to predict." Zenitsu groans dramatically. He gets up again. Zenitsu goes in again, trying something that isn't a kick. He's started to notice he uses his legs too much. At this point, if he injures his leg, he might be in trouble. He's not good with using his hands and fists. Zenitsu aims toward his right side, Uzui rotates from his waist to the left, dropping his left shoulder. He bends his knees, crunching to the left to slip outside the line of Zenitsu's shot. Zenitsu screams: "What the fuck!" And jolts backwards.