Can't reach you

Tear

Sorry this took a while! I...kind of got sucked into the FFXIV new expansion and didn't do anything else for ages XD BUT! Now it's done! \o/ Here is the final chapter of this fic! I'm kind of thinking about writing another one, a longer AU/Next life series that's set after this one but not too sure yet ww

This chapter is set around ep 46-47ish at the start to ep 49. Some lines spoken are lifted from the episodes, translated by me.

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Orga gripped the metal hand railing in front of him, his legs almost giving away as he orgasmed. Mikazuki's hands gripped his waist from behind, holding him steady and thrusting into him one more time before he stayed still, his hips twitching as he also reached his limit. Their ragged, harsh breaths filled the dimly lit hangar.

"You okay, Orga?"

Mikazuki asked as he slowly pulled out, only releasing hold of Orga's waist when he thought his friend wouldn't fall straight to the floor. The white haired man nodded, lowering himself onto the floor of the walkway and leaning against the metal fence.

This probably wasn't the most ideal place for them to be doing things like this, out in the open where anyone could walk in. And actually, in the last six months, two people had. A month ago it was Yamagi, who froze after a few steps, caught wind of what was happening, turned his heel and walked straight back out without a word. Then it was Hush, who got an eyeful of the two in a rather compromising position, stared dumbstruck for a good few moments before turning bright red and mumbling excuses of why he was there, jumbled with apologies as he ran out.

It would be nice to have more privacy, but now Mikazuki could only move freely when connected to Barbatos. This was the only real option they had, as there was no way both could fit inside the cockpit comfortably and have space to move around.

Ever since that day a few years ago, their relationship had become more and more ambiguous. Were they lovers? Friends? Sex friends? They had sex quite often, but neither of them made any move to take it any further than that, nor did they ever speak about how they felt towards each other or anything like that. Outside their sex sessions, it wasn't like they acted any different to before either.

Orga knew deep inside he wasn't happy with the way things were, but at the same time he found himself unable to push Mikazuki away. It seemed Mikazuki didn't sleep with anyone else or even show a vague interest in doing so with the two women Orga tried to avoid thinking about, in regards to Mikazuki. Was it the black haired man's way of showing his love for Orga? Did Mikazuki really like him romantically or was this just an extension of all the things he was willing to do because of his sworn loyalty?

I'm so fucking pathetic... How long are we gonna keep this up for? Am I ever gonna do something about all this? Make him understand how I feel? Or are we gonna just be fuck buddies until we die?

Orga wanted to know. He wanted to ask all these years, but he never could. He'd chicken out; the words would die before they left his lips. He was scared of finding out and ruining the connection they had formed. Even if he was totally in love with Mikazuki since before he had even noticed, he wouldn't want to carry on sleeping with someone who was only doing it because it was an order. He liked to think that even he had some pride left in that department, even if the whole situation said differently.

"Orga?"

Orga had been idly putting his trousers back on, when Mikazuki's voice cut into his thoughts.

"H-Huh?"

"You sure you're okay?" Mikazuki tilted his head peering into his face. In the time Orga had been miles away, he had put his clothes back on and was now standing in front of him.