Underneath the Red Trees

CHAPTER 78: MEMORIES AND RECOLLECTIONS

"Damn, you guys are vicious," Harin said, her hand in her hair. She was staring at the corpse, which was melting to black ink, blowing away with the breeze that had started up.

Koma growled at her. 'It is no consequence to us. We do not feel guilt. It was your order.'

Harin shrugged. "I'm pretty sure she was already dead. No reason to feel guilty." Harin turned to Kaguya. She only now noticed the creature holding her. "Wow. You are freaky."

Jinshiro did not react. "This is him." Kaguya glanced at him. There was so much love and adoration in her face when she looked at him. Harin wondered what it was like to be looked at like that. What did it feel like to know that someone loved you to the depths of their core just by the way they looked at you?

Jinshiro regarded her silently. "Who is she?"

"Harin. She is going to try to bring back your memories."

His eyes narrowed on Harin. Kaguya squeezed his arm. "Trust me."

Sighing, he put Kaguya down. "Fine."

Harin came up to him. She touched Jinshiro's face. Although she felt increasingly awkward. She had no idea what she was doing. She hadn't known when she healed Mitsu, either.

She concentrated, and her irises lit up blue. So did her palms.

Jinshiro began to frown. His jaw tensed. 

And then he stumbled back, away from Harin's touch. He clutched his head.

He groaned.

"Jin..." Kaguya said. Her face was struck with worry. She stood in front of him, hand reaching out to him.

He glanced at her, his face stark with shock and dismay. "What have I done?"

Kaguya's entire body relaxed. A type of relief filled her muscles of which she hadn't felt in a long time. Not since she loved Jinshiro all those years ago.

She wrapped an arm around Jinshiro's neck, placing their foreheads together. She cupped his face with her other hand. "It's okay. Let's worry about that later, yeah? All will be well."

"I hope they're okay." Touma was talking about Harin and Kaguya. They had left over two hours ago. They hadn't heard anything from them since then.

Hayate stopped what he was doing. "Can you not think about women while I'm fingering you?" Hayate's hands were down Touma's pants. His behind was wet with lube.

"I'm just worried!" Touma exclaimed. "Am I not allowed to be worried?" Hayate sneered. "Hayate! Stop being so possessive."

"I didn't say that!" Hayate said, "It's just a little hurtful when you're thinking about other things while I'm trying to fuck you."

Touma pouted. He sat down on Hayate's desk chair.

Hayate leaned forward placing a kiss to Touma's lips. He reached up, stroking Touma's jaw. His thumb slipped over Touma's bottom lip, opening the gateway to that which lay beyond. Hayate twisted his jaw, and his tongue slipped inside. They kissed. Deeply. Passionately. Their shared pants mixed together, making a rhythmic symphony.

Touma moaned softly. As Hayate pulled away, he sucked on Touma's tongue. He bit down softly on Touma's bottom lip.

"Touma," he said, chuckling softly, "Why are you so fucking sexy?"

"I am not," Touma breathed.

Hayate chuckled, pressing their lips together once more. He rose to his feet. Their lips stayed connected. Touma slung his arms around Hayate's shoulders. Hayate gripped Touma's lower thighs. And he lifted him up into the air.

Touma's arms tightened around Hayate's shoulders. His legs wrapped around Hayate's waist.

Hayate laid him down on the desk. He broke their kiss, staring at Touma's face. Touma's chest rose and fell as he panted.

Hayate slid the hem of Touma's shirt up to his armpits, exposing his chest and abdomen. He littered Touma's belly with soft kisses and bites, causing his belly to contract as he inhaled.

Hayate moved upwards to suck on Touma's erect nipples. Touma pressed his lips into a line. Goosebumps broke out on his skin. He moaned softly.

Hayate's hands moved to put pressure on Touma's waist.

He straightened. Touma's ears were bright pink. "Lift your ass." Touma obeyed, lifting his waist so Hayate could slip his pants and boxers down. Touma's bottom half was completely bare now. The veins on his erection pulsed with excitement.

Hayate loosened his jeans, releasing his own erection.

He gripped Touma's knees, pushing them against his chest to expose the small pink entrance that he had previously been fingering.

He rubbed lube on his erection, then he pressed it to the entrance. His lower head rubbed against and teased the entrance. Then he thrust it all in at once.

Touma gasped, loudly. He slammed the palms of his hands over his mouth.

Hayate chuckled. He reached out and interlaced both their hands, pressing Touma's wrists against the tabletop at the sides of his head.

Hayate began to move. As he did, Touma's insides squeezed his erection to the rhythm. Something between a guttural moan and a gasp ripped from Hayate.

Touma's eyes widened. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Hayate lied. He pressed his lips into a thin line.

Touma's memories were back. He remembered everything that had transpired between Ryogetsu and Yuuki. Two lifetimes loving one another had created a sexual rhythm between them to cause them both extreme pleasure. They knew each other that well.

"That's not fair, I want to hear."

"Shut up."

"But Hayate," Touma said, smirking. His voice took on a kind of flirtatious teasing tone. "You're so sexy."

A quiver moved up Hayate's spine. He couldn't stand the teasing being turned on him. It was all well and good if Hayate was the one teasing, but he could feel his face heating up at being teased by Touma in the same manner, with the exact same words.

He pressed his lips to Touma's, suppressing anything else he could say.