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Sequel to Something to Live For
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Started: 03-25-19
Finished: 03-27-19
Published: 03-27-19
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"A home is not a 'where?'..."

The sound of liquid being poured resonated throughout the quiet house, the aroma of coffee filling its peach walls. There, holding two mugs of warm coffee, was a man who looked no older than twenty-three. His eyes and hair were light blue and he had a smooth, pale complexion. He walked past the open kitchen door and headed towards a red haired male, who sat cross-legged on a black chair, his arms perched on top of a mahogany table as his hands gripped numerous papers. His red cat-like eyes scanned the papers, then looked up at the blue haired male, who had placed a red mug of coffee down on the table. A cat print with the text of 'Good Meowning' decorated the mug, while the other mug that was still held in the male's hand was white with a light blue basketball print.

"You're working already?" asked the blue haired male.

The redhead only nodded and said a small "thank you" before bringing the mug to his lips and sipping the dark brown liquid inside. Meanwhile, the blue haired male stared intently at his lover, which earned him the raise of an eyebrow from said person. He only smiled, placed down his own mug, and walked over to the redhead. His smile shifted to a small smirk as he took the red mug and papers from his lover's hands and laid them on the table, then straddled him and pressed his own lips onto the redhead's.

The redhead responded and wrapped his arms around the blue haired male, the latter doing the same around his lover's neck.

"Tetsuya," groaned the redhead as he let his hands roam around his lover's waist, then his fingers peeked under the soft fabric of his own shirt which was slightly too big for his lover, yet he loved the way it exposed a small area of the blue haired male's pale shoulder, how the sleeves almost covered his fingers, and how it was long, so it almost covered the entirety of his lover's black boxers. It was a classic example of the 'boyfriend shirt', though that may not be accurate anymore...

"Since when did you become so bold, Tetsuya? Wearing my shirt like that and then seducing me?" The redhead smirked as he said this, then his smirk grew wider when he saw the blush that adorned the blue haired male's pale cheeks.

"You seem to have forgotten that you teared my shirt last night and forced me to wear one of your dress shirts even though I had my own, Akashi-kun." His blush grew more when he mentioned last night.

"And you seem to have forgotten that we're married. Call me Seijūrō. It would be weird calling me Akashi since you are one as well, right Akashi Tetsuya?"

The blue haired male's blush turned into a dark shade of red, then he went back to kissing his husband.

Seven years ago, they were embracing each other in a bittersweet sense. They proclaimed their love for each other in a hospital room after one of them almost committed suicide.

A year ago, they both wore matching rings and had a date in a basketball court located in a nearby park. They gathered their friends who they met in middle school, who Tetsuya had not seen in a long time, and played until sunset.

A day ago, they were standing beside each other holding hands as they went through their vows. They wore black and white tuxedos in front of all their friends and Seijūrō's father, who was not exactly pleased by the arrangement, but supported his son nonetheless. Afterwards, they moved in to their new house and began their new lives as husband and husband together.

"S-Seijūrō-kun," the blue haired male said quietly, almost inaudibly, but the redhead heard it and it brought shivers down his spine.

"Seijūrō-kun," he said more firmly, liking the way it rolled off his tongue. Then, with a smile on his face, he gave the man a quick peck.

The blue haired male was content with his life. Sometimes he would still imagine what it would be like if he were with his parents, but he wouldn't trade anything for his life right now. He was content, not wishing he could go back to the past, not hoping for a better future; No. He was content with the present, with his home and husband by his side.

"I love you~"

"It's a 'who?'"