The Trials of Neo City [WINWIN • YUTA]

🖤 35. 스물다섯, 스물하나 🖤

A/N: This title is based on a JAURIM song that is very near and dear to my heart. I chose it for this chapter because of its bittersweet and slow tone and the lyrics about wishing being in love and the moments that come with it could last forever. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this next, very special chapter ❤️

"The sky tonight..." Yuta's voice was quiet, the silence broken. Shotaro looked at him with a moonlit smile as the smiling faces of Chenle, Hansol, and Yangyang lit up the sky with their district numbers and full names, never to be seen again smiling like that. They were all gone and part of Sicheng was grateful for that, as sick as it was.

The game was beginning to thin out.

Zhong Chenle, District One
Ji Hansol, District Three
Liu Yangyang, District Twelve

"I'll keep watch tonight. Something tells me it's all quiet tonight." Shotaro offers with a wink before mimicking a rat and baring his teeth playfully. Sicheng chuckles as Yuta walks away into a closet they'd hunkered down in in this broken and dusty apartment, where they kept Sicheng's backpack and most of their weapons.

"Be safe, Taro. I'll kill you if you die." Yuta warned, Shotaro giggling and saluting him with a nod. Yuta went into the other room, mumbling something to himself and Sicheng would have investigated if Shotaro hadn't sighed dramatically as the rickety door closed behind them.

"Sicheng? You can go to bed too, I don't mind. I'm not a kid, I can keep watch." Shotaro smiled, Sicheng looking to the floor.

"Are you sure, Taro? After this morning, I'm scared that they'll retaliate. They might show up..."

Shotaro's grin got unsettlingly bigger. "We broke the truce but... they're gone now. And from the looks of it, they're not coming back. The mutts got most of them, that's what matters. That's two of their members gone in a day." He looked to the moon and moved closer to the window, curling his legs towards his chest. "And the scary one's hurt now."

Sicheng stayed silent. There was a skittering outside of the window -maybe a beetle or a small rat or something. Neither boy said anything for a while.

"I think you should go to him." Shotaro nudged Sicheng and looked towards the room that Yuta went into. Shotaro made a teasing kissy face and Sicheng blushed red and swatted at the younger boy, flustered.

"Oh, what do you know?" Sicheng chided, though his tone was not unkind. A part of Shotaro really reminded him of his brother, but Sicheng couldn't quite figure out what it was.

Shotaro had a mischievous glint in his eye. "The kiss earlier gave it away. Go to him." He repeated in a soft tone, smiling as he watched the moon very carefully.

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At some point in the night, Sicheng gave in. He has no idea how he got here, in Yuta's arms as the older boy held onto his waist. The two were quiet, pressed against each other in the dead of the night.

"Yuta..." The older boy's name fell quietly on Sicheng's lips, pulling away from their touches. Yuta's hands fell from his waist in the dead of the night and Sicheng hadn't realized until then that Yuta felt at ease enough to take off his belt with Ten's stolen pocketknife in it, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

"Yuta..." Sicheng began again, Yuta putting a finger up to his lips to shush him.

"'I know. Taro's on lookout tonight. He went to the roof, it'll be fine. For now, I wanna be with you."

Sicheng wanted to ask a million questions, but his brain turned to static when Yuta silenced him with a sudden, warm kiss.

"I think I love you, but I don't know how else to show it. I'm sorry." Yuta mumbled quietly against Sicheng's lips, before diving in again.

Sicheng knew that the cameras were on him even if it was dark. But Yuta's lips were so addictive and he couldn't help but wonder what else was too.

"Oh, Yuta..." Sicheng breathed heavily, not quite knowing why. Like a broken record, he'd been repeating Yuta's name and had no idea what he was asking for. Yuta pulled away and paused before messing with the scarred cut on his hand and looking away. Even in the dim light of the moon, Sicheng saw his embarrassed red-tinted cheeks as he sat farther from him on the pile of jackets, gloves, and supplies.

"I'm sorry, I-" Yuta started to apologize, but Sicheng wouldn't let him.

"Do it again."

Yuta was shocked, but Sicheng simply nodded in confirmation. A million thoughts swarmed his mind at once about Shotaro, about Ten and the others, about the cameras everywhere no doubt.

But right then, the Games didn't matter.

Just tonight, maybe they could pretend this was normal. Maybe they could be in love.

Yuta leaned in, cupping Sicheng's face gently as his lips pressed against the younger boy's. Sicheng closed his eyes and whined softly, Yuta smiling into the kiss and whispering about how cute he found him.

Then they tumbled, tumbled into something much less innocent than a second or third kiss. Sicheng laid back as Yuta continued his barrage of kisses, leading from his mouth to his earlobe to his collarbone, then farther.

Sicheng breathed out his name into the silence of night, trying to keep his pathetic little noises as quiet as possible. Yuta keeping from giggling, finding the noises adorable as he focused on working Sicheng's pants open, hands fumbling.

Warmth.

Mouth.

Hands.

Burning, burning.

Sicheng could feel everything. Yuta played with and explored his body, yet all he could do was try and undress the other and return the favor. He succumbed to the feeling, throwing his head back in ecstasy as Yuta worked magic on him. The feeling of searing heat pooled in his gut and he tugged on Yuta's hair frantically in response, in warning.

So Yuta finally gave in and sat atop Sicheng, panting in the moonlight. He grimaced in trying to fit the other boy in, unprepared but knowing. Slowly, he descended down until the younger boy was in all the way and the two gasped for air, searching each other's flushed faces for signs of discomfort or pain.

And then when all was clear, Yuta began to move.

Sicheng felt a feeling like no other. He'd never done this before, had never been so entranced by the warmth and tightness of being inside someone, never so spellbound by the glimmer of another person's skin in the moonlight. He'd never felt the thudding of butterflies fluttering against his stomach or the dizziness of the sensation of being connected.

Maybe Sicheng was in love too.

Their love was messy, spontaneous, juvenile, and confusing. Everything all at once, a barrage of emotions and pleasure surging through both boys as they moved clumsily against each other.

Bodies rocking with one another, neither of them thought about the fact that they'd die soon. Neither thought about Shotaro or Renjun or the other tributes or Ten, or the cameras or the Games...

They didn't think about friends, nor enemies. Not home nor the Capitol. All they could think of was each other and the warmth their bodies exuded together.

Perhaps love was rushed or perhaps it was true. Maybe it'd been there the whole time or maybe it's just even a spark.

They don't know.

They only thought about each other, the feeling of skin upon skin and bodies upon bodies on the rough floor and on top of their discarded clothes. Sicheng moaned into Yuta's mouth as they rocked forwards, then back. Sweat making them both glisten like opals in the moon's glow. The adrenaline of both falling in love and facing your inevitable death, something about that rare emotion so raw and so intoxicating.

The intoxication becoming a plateau to fall of of, hands grasping for anything they could as their bodies shook simultaneously. Both teenagers held each other tightly and didn't let go -couldn't let go- until their highs were long and gone.

And then there was silence, as the two laid in shock of the reality of what they'd just done and where they'd just done it.