Getting Better // SaneGiyuu 🌻

Chapter 10

(Hey, everyone! It's been a while. I've been struggling with lack of motivation so this chapter is not only shorter than the last few but the writing is also different in a few places as I was working on it during bursts of inspiration over a time period of a few months so sorry about that. I hope you'll enjoy it regardless! Thanks so much for 8.5K reads! I love you all and hope you have an amazing day/night! <33)

Rengoku woke up with his head pounding.

He felt warm and fuzzy, brain addled by heat fog. His hair was loose around his shoulders, brushing against his sore neck. His entire body burned with fever, and there was a distinctive ache in a place Rengoku didn't think he should've been hurting.

Oh.

He blinked awake, gradually coming into focus with his surroundings. He was familiar with the room, but he sure as hell knew it wasn't his. He tried to sit up, but was stopped by a long, heavy arm wrapped tightly around his frame. One look at the painted nails, and everything clicked into place.

If Rengoku was fully coherent, he's sure he would've been absolutely mortified. But now, he can't find it within himself to dislike the situation he'd found himself in. He wiggled around until he and Tengen were face to face. He chuckled softly to himself at Tengen's relaxed expression, a deep rumble starting up in his chest.

His eyes wandered down to Tengen's neck and that purr stopped almost as soon as it started.

There's a distinctive red bite mark directly over Tengen's scent gland. It's fresh and the skin is definitely broken, red smeared around two deep punctures. Rengoku practically feels his heart stop.

Someone might as well have thrown a bucket of ice water over his head. The fog in his brain faded quickly, and his head throbbed anew. He scrambled out of Tengen's bed and to his bathroom as fast as he could on wobbly legs.

He scanned his reflection, feeling his swollen scent glands and assessing the visible marks on his body. He nearly cried with an odd mix of relief and regret.

Tengen hadn't marked him back. The rest of his neck, of course, was littered with bitemarks and bruises, but his scent glands were unharmed. His rationality was asking the million dollar question that was 'Why did he let you mark him and then not do it back?' Rengoku found that he didn't really want to wake Tengen up and ask him. He finally exited the bathroom and rummaged through Tengen's drawers for decent clothing. He yanked on some underwear, pants, and a hoodie, and then grabbed another hoodie to get himself through the final stages of his heat.

Rengoku walked over to Tengen, making sure he was still asleep. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, swiping some hair out of his face.

Did he feel terrible for smash-and-dashing? Of course, but there was absolutely no way in hell he was ready to confront the situation head-on. He'd just made a pretty big fucking mistake, because even in a committed relationship (which he and Tengen clearly didn't have), bonding was something both parties carefully agreed to after extensive deliberation. Scrubbing a bond had a tendency to flake, with results being varied across several different cases and oftentimes it was simply unsafe. If a couple chose to bond, it was more binding than marriage.

Rengoku didn't even want to think about how Tengen would react when he woke up.

He grabbed his phone and left as quietly as he could.

Kyojuro Rengoku : hey

hey giugu

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