Shades Of Pearl (GenMui) - Book 2

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Muichiro gasped as lengthy fingers brushed his abdomen ever so slightly. With the sensitive twitch of his stomach came the dire hitch of his throat as he bit a potential moan back.

"Ugh, Genya, wait," he pleaded, desperately rising from his laying position to breathe.

As good as the sensation of sexual love was, Muichiro couldn't deny how overwhelmed he felt. What had once started off as gentle kissing of adoration had turned into a physical tussle of lust. Genya had moved onto the smaller one's neck, planting kisses and bites everywhere his pale skin remained available. On top of that, his hand was now eagerly running up Muichiro's bestowed shirt, increasing the adrenaline they both shared.

It's not that Muichiro happened to dislike the intimacy. However, the guilt he thought he had once abandoned had suddenly washed over him, overstimulating him completely. The amount of things Genya was doing to his body all at the same time wasn't helping to ease the already immense situation.

"Yeah?" Genya asked as he pulled away, a line of spit connecting his teeth to Muichiro's redenning neck.

"Nothing, I'm just...," Muichiro's words trailed off as he briefly closed his eyes. "Exhausted. I'm losing energy, I think,"

"Sorry, I shouldn't have rushed," Genya apologized with a subtle frown.

A gentle smile took over Muichiro's lips as he twirled his finger around a strand of the taller one's hair. He folded his lips, massaging Genya's scalp with intention as he caught his satisfaction.

"No, you're fine," Muichiro reassured him. "You can definitely get carried away when you're in the moment,"

Genya immediately averted his gaze to the nearest pillow, his cheeks warming up in embarrassment.

"Yeah, it's... a problem,"

Muichiro shook his head.

"I like it," he said. "The feeling of being desired. It's comforting,"

But he desires you.

Tanjiro does.

He always has.

Genya will be gone in a week.

And so will that loving sensation you've always desired from him.

Tanjiro is your best bet.

Do you seriously want your heart to be broken again?

Just like before.

The first time that Genya left.

He's doing it again.

Why does he enjoy hurting you?

Desperate thoughts immediately invaded Muichiro's head the second he let them exist. The future bothered him more than ever, and it was all Muichiro managed to think about right at that moment. The situation had suddenly changed.

"Genya, where are you going?" Muichiro monotoned, looking up at the ceiling.

He couldn't get his hopes up. If Genya was going to break his heart again, he was going to do it expectantly. Muichiro wanted to be fully aware of it.

"Hm? What do you mean? I'm right here,"

"I mean, after next week," Muichiro explained, his voice still blatantly uninterested. "Where will you go after you leave?"

Genya bit his bottom lip anxiously.

"Well, I'll be heading back to Tokyo, of course. Why?"

Plans hadn't changed at all. Just as Muichiro had expected, Genya would waste no time in leaving him as per usual. It was almost like a cycle. One he wanted to break, or at the very least, understand even if it guaranteed his pain in the end.

"What about me, Genya?" Before Genya could respond, Muichiro would continue. "Did you ever even care?"

Genya arched an eyebrow, slowly removing himself from Muichiro's body. By the tone of the smaller one's voice, it was clear this was going to be a long conversation. Perhaps one he'd prefer not to have in the heat of the moment.

"What? Of course I care," Genya defended, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. "Don't make this something it's not Muichiro. I have work,"

"So when you're thinking about work, you're not thinking about me? Why can't you do both? Where am I in your thoughts when you're deciding on your next destination? You couldn't even bother to think about that. I know you were so prepared to leave and never talk to me again," Muichiro trumpetted, his eyes watering as he did so. He wasn't expecting to get so emotional all of a sudden, but the sensation would come nonetheless.

"Muichiro, that's not true," Genya said with the shake of his head. "I've always wanted you to come to Tokyo with me,"

"Why not Kitakyushu? Why don't you just stay here with the rest of us?"

"Mui, I have work in—"

"Find a job here and stop making excuses,"

Genya huffed, closing his eyes only briefly to think. If he could get just one good sentence in, he'd be able to set his point straight. However, Muichiro blatantly did not ignite this argument for the purpose of listening.

"Do you know how hard it was for me to find the perfect job in Tokyo?"

"Yes, I do," Muichiro admitted, a tear finally making its way down his reddening cheeks. "And it'll be even easier to find one here,"

Genya nervously bit his bottom lip in guilt. He placed his hand on Muichiro's cheek, slowly wiping away the salty tear.

"Don't fucking touch me," Muichiro mumbled, swatting his hand away as he removed himself from the bed.

With haste, he replaced Genya's clothes, throwing them to the side as he returned to his original attire. In a brief panic, Genya had attempted to halt the smaller ones illogical actions, but to no avail. There was no doubt Muichiro had given up on him, which was obvious in the way his turquoise irises darkened to a vibrant teal. He was losing his admiration.

It didn't take long before Muichiro were to perceive the wet streets outside the hotel. The sky was crying down on him, complimenting the very tears he managed to shed. As he ran, the noises only became louder in his ear, every sign of nature alerting him to turn back. Yet, Genya was no home to turn back to. And when Muichiro finally realized that, the tears couldn't stop running down his face.

When he finally made it to the cul-de-sac, the front door was already slightly open for him. Hesitantly, Muichiro walked into his abode, his footsteps littering the mahogany planks with rainwater. He dreaded finding Tanjiro anywhere in the house, but even he knew it was inevitable.

As Muichiro entered the kitchen, he spotted his boyfriend at the island. There was a glass of red wine to his side, which was odd because he usually didn't drink. Brushing it off, Muichiro slowly wiped at his eyes before rushing over to the taller one. He wrapped Tanjiro in an unexpected embrace, announcing his presence as he did so.

"Tanjiro, please," Muichiro began, weeping desperately into Tanjiro's chest, his back moving up and down as he cried. "Please tell me you'll never leave me,"

With a sigh, Tanjiro bit back his own tears, fully aware of where Muichiro had once been moments prior. It pained him to have to hide his awareness, but he knew it was for the best. As much as he loathed the way Muichiro had hurt him, he couldn't bring it upon himself to address it so suddenly. Not when the funeral was tomorrow. He was a selfless man. There was no reason to make Muichiro more depressed than he already was. Such a conversation was for another day.

"Muichiro, I could never leave you,"

That promise would begin to mark Tanjiro's first and last lie.