Muted

Chapter Sixteen

A/N: Please read!

This is a mature chapter, strictly for readers that are 18+ of age only. This chapter is a mix of the past and present. The past is in italics, please don't get confused.

Happy reading.

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Chapter Sixteen

Yuzuru Hanyu helped you inside your apartment, gently placing your bag of rations on the ground as your body grew weaker and weaker in his arms.

Whether it was the stress of the situation, or the perhaps the toll of your illness finally catching up with you, but your consciousness began to slip away. Before you could stop it, your eyes closed, your entire body going limp. The last thing you remembered was being laid down on your bed, his hands trembling as they supported your weight.

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His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he could never have you close enough, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go. You responded in kind, your arms winding around his neck, fingers threading through his hair. Your kisses deepened, growing more intense, until nothing remained but the sheer, undeniable need to be with him, to feel him, to lose yourself in him.

Your back pressed against the wall as he moved even closer, his body warm and solid against yours.

You knew this was madness, that you were both teetering on the edge of something that could never be undone. But in that moment, none of it mattered, because in that fleeting, fragile moment, you were free.

"I need you," he whispered against your lips, the words a raw admission. "I need you more than anything."

A shudder ran through you, the weight of his words sinking deep into your bones, wrapping around your heart.

"Then have me," you whispered back, before you could think through the meaning.

Yuzuru's eyes darkened with desire, and in that instant, you knew there was no turning back. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed you harder against the wall, his lips claiming yours.

As his kiss deepened, you felt an unfamiliar heat rise in your core, a need that pulsed with each beat of your heart. You had never felt this feeling before. But, it was an ache so primal, so raw, that even though your mind could barely comprehend it, your body knew exactly what it wanted.

It wanted him. Every part of him. You needed to feel him surrounding you, to have him inside you, making you whole in a way you had never imagined before.

You both didn't part as you moved into the bedroom, nor when the mattress springs squeaked beneath you. You were a tangle of limbs, lips, and gasps, your hands frantic in their quest to remove every barrier between you.

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Still unconscious, you laid in your bed. You were tangled in the sheets, your body restless with exhaustion.

Yuzuru was settled at your bedside, watching, his heart aching at the sight of your troubled sleep. Gently, he adjusted the sheets around you.

He had known something was wrong this past week. The thin walls of the apartments offered no privacy, and he had heard you retching in the early hours. Just like he had heard as you tossed and turned, unable to sleep every night, your mattress squeaking beneath you.