Precious one

You are mine alone

Authors note:

Heya~ uhm.. well.. this is my first time writing a rated M fanfic. / I hope you'll like it.

"ah~ that was refreshing" Yata said when he got out of the bath. He's drying his hair when he felt a presence beside him. "Mi~sa~ki~" Fushimi teasingly called him. His eyes widen and when he turned his head he saw the tall guy "Saru- ugh!" Fushimi punched him straight to his stomach, he fell into his knees "D-damn you monkey how did yo—" before Yata can finish what he is saying he fainted.

When he regained consciousness he is sitting on a chair beside his bed. He tried to move his hands but his hands are chained he tried to use his flames but he no longer can. Yata struggled to remove it but it only caused his slim wrist to bruise, even so he didn't stop from doing so. Fushimi walked towards him holding a first aid kit with a bored expression in his face.

"Don't waste your energy trying to struggle. It will only cause for your wrist to bruise."

"How the fuck did you got in my apartment?!"

Fushimi sighed

"You didn't changed, you're still a single-celled moron who forgets to lock his door"

Yata's face got red because of the embarrassment .

"Just remove this chain you monkey!"

"No"

"Why?!"

"Because you don't want me to attend your wounds"

Yata grind his teeth.

"Always going on rampage just because Mikoto-san is now gone, how pathetic" Fushimi added.

"It's not of your concerns bastar- itai!"

Fushimi attends his wound silently with a bored face, the same expression that he used to have before HOMRA. Yata unconsciously stared at his face. He's like the past him when he uses that expression. The Fushimi that's always beside me and kept me accompany always. It feels like we returned to how we used to be. A tear streamed down his warm cheeks how I wish this moment will last.

Fushimi noticed the tear on Yata's cheek. He was shocked and it made him stop what he is doing. Why? Why are you crying? Is something wrong? Are the words that he wants to say.

"I didn't know that you were such a cry baby Misaki~" he said teasingly.

Yata glared at him "Don't call me by my name! and I'm not a cry baby. It's just that.. I remembered Totsuka-san and Mikoto-san" of course I cannot tell him that it's because I miss the Fushimi back in the old days. Misaki's face flushed a bit. Fushimi's mood sour, how can he think of them and flush when I'm the one who's right in front of him. Look at me only! Cause you are mine! The jealousy and hatred stirred him . he clicked his tongue and grinned. That grin scared Yata to the point that he felt a chill down his spine.

"It seems that you discarded our pictures so you can forget about me. Isn't that a bit mean, Mi~sa~ki~? You only need to look at me, you don't need the red King or Totsuka-san~"

"Fuck! You've gone insane!"

"I'm completely sane Misaki~. It doesn't matter if you are not accepting me. I'll make you always think of me~"

He stood up and brought out his knife, Yata flinched and tried to escape but he was pushed by the other against the wall. The brunet pointed his knife on the chained man's chest. The small guy's eyes widen when Fushimi cut him deep. He fell into his knees; Fushimi laughed and touched the cut that he made on Misaki's chest. Blood flows out, he rubbed it roughly

"ugh!" Misaki yelp in pain.

Fushimi chuckled "Now you'll remember me always when this wound turned into a scar. You won't forget me."

"You asshole!" why is he doing this? Does he resent me that much?

"You are mine alone"

Shoudl I be happy about that? Perhaps if he is the previous him I will be. Isn't there any chance to bring back the old days?

"Oh~ that's right. I should make you mine, Mi~sa~ki~"

"No! Stop your fucking craziness" no! I don't want this, I don't want where this is going.

Fushimi rubbed Yata's wound again

"Ugh-nhg" He was kissed. The taller guy's soft lips touches his.

"Don't you dare to bite me or I'll rub your wound rougher"

Fushimi kissed him again; his tongue explores Yata's mouth like it's looking for something. But the smaller guy is not kissing him back so the taller one bit his lip; he has no choice but to kiss back.

Yata is trying to control his self to be not aroused; they continued to kiss each other until they are out of breath. The black haired guy pinned down Misaki to the ground then kissed him. Tears fell from Yata's eyes, tears of sadness. Knowing that the one who is kissing him no isn't the one who he shared dreams and promises with. Fushimi's free hand roams inside his torn shirt. It's teasing his nipple. He let out a moan, he is being aroused and he can hardly control his self. Yata's face is already red and panting. The other free hand of Fushimi is pulling down Yata's shorts; it teasingly rubbed his body part below the belt. It made him to curl his toes and let out another moan.