Owari No Seraph Short Stories

Guren & Shinya [LEMON]

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“Did you sleep well?” Shinya brushes Guren's hair out of his face, his fingers stopping just behind his neck and resting there.

“Not bad.”

He knows Shinya will detect his lie but it's far too early in the morning for him to care. Shinya doesn't seem to mind either because all he does is shrug and push Guren's head towards his. Guren leans down and catches their lips together, feeling Shinya's smile and coaxing it open to invite his tongue in.

He's glad Shinya's finally awake because there's only so much of the past he can revisit in one night. It's not long before he casts aside the clinging memories and focuses solely on this moment. This. Shinya pushing him back down onto the bed, digging his nails into Guren's shoulders until he's sure he's about to draw blood. They pull apart from their kiss, panting, and Shinya hums to himself as he brushes the tip of his nose up Guren's jaw.

“I had a dream about you, you know,” Shinya says. It's hard to focus on his words when his hands are running up and down Guren's abdomen.

“...Really?”

“Yeah.”

“What was it about?”

“I don't really remember, to be honest. I think it involved you kicking someone at some point. Probably Yuu.”

Guren flinches because mentioning that brat whilst Shinya's hands are dangerously hovering above his dick isn't really something that could be considered romantic at all. Not willing to risk any more, he silences Shinya with a kiss and is thankful when he complies all too willingly.

It's not long before they're both a writhing mess, filling Guren's room with moans that probably ought to be toned down before someone hears them. But Guren can't bring himself to care. When Shinya's awake, all attention is focused on him. Somewhere along the line, Shinya's barged himself into Guren's life and refused to leave. Once his enemy, and then his friend, and then over the years, his best friend.

And now?

Well, he hardly thinks describing Shinya as his best friend is enough. Not when he can feel Shinya coating themselves in cold lube with a smile that looks too innocent to be genuine. Not when Shinya sinks down onto him and Guren throws his head back against the pillows, resists the urge to scream his name. Above him, he sees Shinya, his eyes shut tightly, lips parted and cheeks tinted with the red that only Guren is allowed to see.

No, no. Not a best friend. But someone more important. Shinya is important.

Guren grips Shinya's hips and thrusts upwards. Shinya practically shakes, his breaths broken by the thrusts that Guren relentlessly gives him, again and again until his name is ripped from his lips and Guren has to silence him with another kiss. It's a mess of limbs as Shinya clumsily tries to match his pace, his moans muffled by Guren's tongue as they near the brink of release. It's there. It's close. Guren knows Shinya will get there before him and he's all too happy to provide that.

Without warning, he flips them over and towers over Shinya, hooks his right leg over his shoulder and drives further and further, more and more into him. Again. Again. Again. Harder. The bed slams repeatedly into the wall, beating in tune with Shinya's gasps and Guren's grunts. And in seconds, Shinya lets out a scream that Guren can't bring himself to muffle. Especially not when he joins him after, sees stars as his climax descends and he lurches forward, chanting Shinya's name until—

Guren probably breaks. It's hard to know but he feels like he's crumbling when he empties himself into Shinya. All he hears is Shinya's light laugh, his soft hand stroking his back. He kisses Guren's damp forehead and runs a hand through his hair.

"Are you still alive?" he asks, and Guren doesn't need to look up because he can hear the smile in Shinya's voice.

A century could have passed before Guren finally calms down, his breaths slowing into tired labour as he pulls out of Shinya and collapses beside him on the bed.

Shinya rests his head on Guren's chest, taking a deep breath and releasing it as a shaky laugh.

“I'm going back to sleep,” Shinya mutters.

Guren flicks him on the forehead. “I don't think so. We have to wake up soon.”

The white haired man ignores him, his eyes already closed and the rising and fall of his chest deceptively mimicking a sleeping person. A second doesn't pass when Guren only shakes his head and shoves him out of the bed.

He smirks when he hears the loud thud of Shinya landing on the hard floor. And laughs when he hears him swearing afterwards.

In the corner of his eyes, he can see Mahiru still propped against his desk. When he's alone, he lets the guilt wash over him—but only when he's alone.

Because it's hard to do that when Shinya's awake. Instead of guilt, Guren feels... peace. Calm. Happiness. Instead of guilt, he focuses on Shinya and Shinya only because unlike Mahiru, Shinya's still here. Mahiru was then. Shinya is this. Shinya is the one thing that's never changed and as Guren leans over the bed and grins down at his partner's irritated glare, he knows Shinya will remain that way. Unchanging.

And that's why Guren can discard the past. He reaches out a hand and helps Shinya up, laughs all too easily when he gets called a bastard. When he lets go of Shinya, he doesn't think about anything else apart from his schedule today and wonders if it'll merge with Shinya's too.