RP Log: Shishido/Fuji

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Date: last week sometime
Rating: NC17
Summary: "Emotional healing" after a recon mission.



The mission had been a success.

Sort of. If one didn't count injuries sustained, at any rate, and usually Fuji didn't. The objective -- simple recon on a set of files in some politician's office -- had been completed, and that was what counted towards success or failure.

That the building's security system decided it didn't like Shishido was another thing entirely. It was too dark for Fuji to accurately judge what exactly had gone wrong, but after dodging a series of projectiles, his partner wasn't moving as effortlessly as he usually did. Tomiyama-sensei hadn't been kidding when he'd said that the place was armed. Fortunately there weren't armed guards, but they couldn't stick around much longer.

There. Emergency exit. Fuji motioned for Shishido to follow. It didn't matter that the alarm would sound once they pushed the door open; they'd already done enough damage. The exit led to a fire escape -- good enough, Fuji decided. At least they weren't being shot at anymore. Fuji paused, focused, and opened a gleaming pink portal -- it would lead back to Tomihana, after they'd passed through Fuji's own personal pocket dimension. "Come on," he instructed, indicating that Shishido should follow him in.

Shishido hated when things didn't go according to plan, especially when it usually ended up with him running for his safety if not his life. Not to mention how it was never fun to see a friend running along beside him, wings could only shield so many projectiles but he'd use them to take as many as he could. Rather him than Fuji. But damn if those stupid electricty shocking projectile things didn't hurt when they connected with his wings and back. Thankfully he healed fast, and after a couple run ins with that stupid 'brother bolt' he was getting pretty used to the feeling of getting zapped.

Not that it was ever something he wanted to repeat, because only lame ass idiots liked getting their wings singed. And if he knew that Fuji was going to suggest his stupid portals to escape he would have made Fuji take up the rear and get zapped instead. Not that he would have, but it was a fun thought to think of flying them home instead of being squeezed through dimensions.

"Fuck I hate this thing," he complained as he sprinted to the portal not wanting to be left behind. Or worse, left in that weird between world. There was a reason he always held on tight to his friend, besides often times being worse for wear, when they travelled this way.

After what felt like an eternity, they emerged at Tomihana and all Shishido could do was curse as he let go of Fuji and dropped to his knees, wings ruffled and shaking and still gasping for breath from their sprint and adrenaline. "Shit, this damn info better be worth this." And next time he was going to do his own pre-recon if all the information they got on security was that it existed and was armed.


Fuji let his portal close, then turned to kneel beside Shishido. Fortunately he hadn't sustained any injuries himself, but he needed to see what exactly had happened to his friend. He kept his hands free of touching Shishido's wings, knowing that if they were damaged they'd be even more sensitive than usual. "Sorry," he apologized quietly, "it really was the fastest way out of there. Do you think you'll be able to get back to your room alright, or should I walk you to the infirmary?"

He was sure he didn't even need to ask, but even Shishido would have to agree to a med lab visit if his injuries were bad enough.

"I'm not blaming you. I'm blaming that lameass security system," Shishido grumbled. The disorientation from the quick escape was wearing off nicely, and his breathing was returning to normal, now to test out his wings. Carefully he stretched one and then the other, hissing slightly as burned and bruised areas were moved and jostled. He'd live, he'd just be grumpy about it for rest of the night, there was definitely NO need to go to the infirmary.

There were more than the obvious advantages to having a latent healing power, and one of them was definitely being able to avoid the doctors here like the plague. It wasn't that they'd ever done anything too horrible to him, but after all the tests he'd been run through when he first got here and after each new turn his mutation took, he just liked to stay away from their hands and prodding tools.

"Wanna help me to my room? It's nothing too bad, those stupid things make me achey more than anything." Ignoring the angry red patches of damaged skin of course. Which he normally did since they healed fast enough on their own, better him than Fuji. His friend's pale skin would probably do that gross peeling thing and then leave scars behind. That made him pause in his attempt to stand again. "You're not hurt, are you?" He'd be damned tempted to go back and do more than recon there if he was, that was for sure.

Fuji stepped out of the way as Shishido stretched his wings and grimaced. It looked like the damage wasn't too extensive, and he was thankful for that. He took a moment to stretch his own limbs, and determined that the bruises that were developing wouldn't pose too much of a threat to his overall health. "Nothing that won't clear up soon, thankfully," he replied. "Here, let me help." He extended an arm to support Shishido as they walked the short distance to the apartments where they both lived -- Fuji had been sure to open his portal on that side of Tomihana's campus, for that very reason.

"Good. I'd be pissed if you got hurt." Pissed at himself mostly for not doing a better job making sure nothing hurt Fuji, but pissed nonetheless. And why the hell was there no nearby elevator when you needed one? Shishido decided not to complain about the stairs since he was pretty sure Fuji could recite that rant by heart now anyways. He did give them one last scowl as they reached their floor though.

They took the stairs slowly, careful not to sustain any additional bruises on the way up. Fuji knew that Shishido would heal quickly -- probably by tomorrow, after a good night's sleep -- but he still didn't want to aggravate anything unnecessarily. He didn't bother flipping the lights on in Shishido's apartment; the graduate apartments available to both X-Prime members and Tomihana faculty were not large, and they were similar enough that anyone who knew the layout of one could navigate any of the other units.

Not that that mattered much when Fuji had been a guest at Shishido's as often as he had. He guided Shishido to his bed and eased him down gently, avoiding putting any pressure on his wings. "There," he said, keeping his voice quiet and calm. "Wait here."

His room was nothing special, a few posters, random photos, laptop, video games and dvds, clothes and other random objects scattered about that he'd manage to collect in two years at the institute but nothing that out of the ordinary for a room here. Even if he couldn't see perfectly in the dark he'd be able to flop on his bed without stubbing his toe or wings knocking anything. And as soon as Fuji had released him, flop on to his stomach he did, letting out a long sigh as Fuji momentarily disappeared.

Fuji returned a moment later with a damp washcloth and a bowl of grapes, and set the latter on the bedside table. Whether Shishido actually needed any wounds cleaned was inconsequential -- the cool cloth would at least calm him down, and the grapes -- well, those were comfort food. "Tell me how you're feeling," Fuji requested.

The cool cloth was expected but the grapes were an added treat. He really did seem to have some unhealthy obsession with them. Reaching over to munch on one, he just tried to relax and not focus on the weird itching and tickling sensation that was the worse of his woounds healing. A task that would probably be easier if he slept, but if Fuji wanted to go all daytime talkshow host on him and talk about feelings, well he guessed he could amuse him for a while. "Annoyed, itchy and ruffled." How was he supposed to be feeling after that stupid recon mission? It made him wish he could curl up against Yuushi and have his long fingers comb through his hair as his body calmed down and healed. Maybe as Yuushi leaned down to kiss all the burns better too, before hands moved to stroke elsewhere. He smiled slightly before scowling at a grape. There was no point thinking about stupid dreams like that, they weren't about to come true anytime soon and they just managed to annoy him further.

Fuji knew there wasn't much he could do about the itchiness -- though at least it was an itch and not a pain, which meant that Shishido was already recovering -- but annoyed and ruffled he could do something about. He grabbed the bowl of grapes before shifting onto the bed, closer to Shishido. "Here," he said, raising one to his friend's lips and smiling kindly. "This will help. Promise."

"You're spoiling me," Shishido said as a tongue snaked out to flick over the grape before drawing it in to his mouth. "As I completely deserve." So he had a bit of an ego, so sue him. But it wasn't like he couldn't back up his boasting... or the majority of it anyway. Especially after the night he'd had so far, what with getting the information desired and keeping Fuji safe in their expedited escape.

Finishing the offered grape, he looked at his friend and patted the pillow beside him, "Stay while I rest?" Something about staying alone for rest of the night and the day while he slept just didn't sound appealing to him today.

"Of course," Fuji replied. He set the bowl to the side and laid down against the pillow as invited, and turned to face Shishido. He let him eat a few more grapes, then reached over to touch his hand lightly. "And you do need to rest," Fuji reminded him, and encouraged him to lay beside him with another soft smile. "Come on."

"I don't need rest, I need to avoid getting fucking hit with things." Shishido said around a moutful of grapes. "I can think of a few other things I need to, but I don't see any of 'em happening." With a sigh, he shifted closer to Fuji, resting his head on the same pillow as his friend, a soft groan was the only warning the other mutant had before a wing drapped itself over him. "Hand in the stuff to the bigwig yet? He seemed pretty damn keen to have it." A little too eager if the weak info on security specs was anything to go by. Oh well, come tomorrow night he'd be good to go again and nobody would have to know, especially the doctors.

"Not yet," Fuji admitted, suppressing a yawn. "He can wait until tomorrow, I'm sure. We can go first thing after we wake up." The warmth of Shishido's wing covering both of them was inviting, and Fuji nestled close, seeking contact. He found it, reaching up to trace fingertips over delicate feathers, and smiled a little wickedly. "Maybe second thing," he suggested.

"Ha, he's probably gonna come banging on our doors right after breakfast demanding the information and yelling at us for not reporting in." Shishido pointed out as he snuggled further in to the bed and against Fuji. He planned on being fast asleep by that point, and hoped he'd be able to sleep through the tryraid. Unfortunately, Fuji didn't have a nocturnal habit to help him sleep through a hurricane. Oh well, at least someone could point out where the info was stored. "Have fun with that." There was no sympathy to the guy that got him grapes but forgot to check in.

Letting his eyes close, Shishido let out a long and hearty sigh. Bed was such a comfy place especially when someone was tucked up beside him like his own personal heater. "And in the off chance he doesn't hunt us down... what's the first thing we'll be doing?" He thought they'd be pushing their luck a bit much if they went down and ate first or something else like that.

"Hmm," Fuji mused, teasing, "I wonder what we could do when we wake up. Certainly the blows that my dear comrade took for me will be fully healed by then~" He reached out to stroke Shishido's hair, as much to soothe him to sleep as it was to hint at morning's prospects. He'd never cease to be amazed at how well it held up even after a mission, still soft under his fingertips. "But perhaps he'll need some emotional healing, then, won't he?" Fuji turned his hand and touched his palm to Shishido's cheek, meeting his eyes, then leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

Shishido opened his eyes at the gentle touch to his hair and was met with Fuji's mesmerizing blues staring back at him. He always appreciated his night vision but small moments like this made him think of how wonderful it was outside of missions and freaking people out. Though it wasn't to say that he wanted others to have the same gift, not when it would mean people like Fuji would be able to see the small blush rising to his cheeks. He didn't get how he could spend the hottest few weeks of his life having sex with Yuushi everywhere, get screwed senseless by Kite on nearly every surface in the bar and be a casual bed buddy with Fuji for over a year and still blush at things. It just wasn't right.

And neither was Fuji petting and kissing him when he was being encouraged to sleep. "Keep that up and we won't have to wait until I wake up to start the emotional healing,” he warned.
That was a prospect that Fuji could buy into, and he grinned. "Are you sure you're up to it?" he asked. Fuji would never turn Shishido down, though even he couldn't place exactly why; he certainly wasn't Fuji's only outlet for physical affection (but he was the most beautiful), and they both knew that Shishido had "bonded" himself to Oshitari. Birds mated for life, after all, and since Oshitari had been his first ... Well. No point in thinking about that, Fuji decided, when he was the one in Shishido's bed. He curled strands of Shishido's hair around his fingers, traced patterns on his skin with the lightest touch, shifted his head so that his lips brushed Shishido's face when he spoke. "Do you want to wait?"

Shishido wanted to be up for it. Fuji was no Yuushi, at least that's what his weird 'mate-for-life' mutation was telling him, but the rest of him thought Fuji was a great person to have in bed with him. At least when he wasn't banged up. "Shit, I want to be up for it. Trust me, parts already are" He admitted grumpily. But that itchy tickling sensation of healing was still in high gear meaning that the smart thing would be not to push his luck and go all it with Fuji right now.

Logically, he knew he could just nod off now and wake up tomorrow evening and mess around with Fuji then. But since when did logic win out over hormones? "Do you want to wait?" He decided to shoot back at his friend. That way if they did decide to do something and it made him feel worse he could blame Fuji.

"I can," Fuji replied, still smiling genially, still murmuring against Shishido's skin. "I'm sure we'll both enjoy it more." He knew, too, that anticipation would electrify his sense of touch even more. Besides, if it didn't go as planned, Fuji didn't want to be the one to take the blame; Shishido would surely transfer liability to him in that case.

He pressed another soft kiss to his friend's lips. "It's almost morning," he observed. "Sleep well." And with that, he curled tighter against Shishido's side, fully intending to go to sleep himself. A long nap before his scheduled meeting with Tomiyama-sensei that afternoon would do him good as well, he was sure.

"Damn tease." Shishido cursed. Not that he was overly upset, his body was demanding rest, even more so as the sun was rising and their was a warm body curled against him. Still, thanks to Fuji and his bonds desire to be close to Yuushi after missions gone wrong he was going to be having some pretty erotic dreams. He just hoped Fuji didn't tease him too much, again, about any sounds he might make while sleeping.

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Fuji didn't like leaving while Shishido was still asleep, but he liked being in trouble with Tomiyama-sensei even less. And since he was the diurnal one, it was his job to deliver the retrieved information. Tomiyama hadn't been entirely pleased that the fruits of their mission were being handed to him so much later than anticipated, but there was little that could be done about it just then. Thankfully, Fuji had walked away from the meeting with only a reprimand and a reminder that he was to report for his next private training session an hour early.

That wasn't something he would look forward to, he thought, but he knew that Tomiyama-sensei had the best of intentions. That alone made it easier to bear his infamous private training sessions.

After the meeting but before dinner, Fuji decided he'd check on Shishido. Enough time had passed, he hoped, that his friend had gotten a decent amount of sleep and his wounds had healed more or less completely. He let himself in to Shishido's apartment and approached the bed -- sure enough, Shishido was sleeping peacefully, and where bruises had been only hours earlier, his skin was as smooth and flawless as any other day.

Fuji perched on the edge of the bed and drew soft fingertips over Shishido's shoulder, not quite where his wings met his back, but close enough that the touch should stir him.

At the the touch, Shishido shifted on the bed, his wings ruffling slightly as a soft moan escaped his lips. He knew that he'd be having wet dreams, with Yuushi as the main lead and Fuji sometimes joining them. But more than half asleep he was amazed at just how real some of those touches felt on his skin.

"Damn tease," Shishido cursed. Not that he was overly upset, his body was demanding rest, even more so as the sun was rising and their was a warm body curled against him. Still, thanks to Fuji and his bonds desire to be close to Yuushi after missions gone wrong he was going to be having some pretty erotic dreams. He just hoped Fuji didn't tease him too much, again, about any sounds he might make while sleeping.

Fuji ventured closer to the base of Shishido's wings, stroking his skin with almost maddeningly-light touches. He knew it wasn't the best method for waking someone up, but it would be effective for eliciting other reactions, and those were the ones more desirable just then. He leaned over, murmuring into Shishido's ear. "It's almost dusk," he said -- not quite a lie, really -- "you should be awake soon, shouldn't you?" He punctuated his question with a gentle nip on Shishido's earlobe, and slid his hand deeper into soft feathers.

In Shishido's dream world it was too easy to mistake Fuji's voice and touches for Oshitari, though the two really did sound nothing alike. His body just craved the other too much, something he blamed completely on the bond since he had dated Yuushi for a short time before mutually ending things.

The only thing he regretted from that time is the damned mate for life part of his mutation kicking in. He liked freedom, and always pining for Oshitari and wanting to be near him was seriously cramping his lifestyle. Not that he resented Yuushi or was upset with him or anything, though some days he wondered if his bond would even let him feel that way.

Not that Shishido was caring about anything except the way hormones were coursing through his body and the hands and mouth on him and the oh so good potential it all had. "Mmm Yuushi,” he mumbled out as his wings shifted. It was always good to encourage good behaviour, even if said behaviour was waking him up before dusk and lying to him about it.

"Not today," Fuji chuckled, and stretched out on the bed beside Shishido. He moved his hand from the wing base up the back of his neck and head, combing slim fingers in Shishido's hair and tugging just slightly; just enough to encourage him to turn onto his side. Fuji leaned in close to his face -- maybe too close -- and smiled. "I hope that won't be a problem ... will it?"

through his body and the hands and mouth on him and the oh so good potential it all had. "Mmm Yuushi." He mumbled out as his wings shifted. It was always good to encourage good behaviour, even if said behaviour was waking him up before dusk and lying to him about it.

Shishido grumbled at the hand in his hair and then again as words sunk in to his sleep befuddled mind. "Fuji?" He questioned as he cracked open his eyes and found himself face to face with the other. Perhaps it wasn't his wake up call of choice but there were definitely worse ways to wake up.

"Never a problem." Well that may be stretching the truth since Fuji was known to be mischievious and get in to trouble and often drag him down in to it. But he usually didn't mind that much, and in situations like this, he found it was far from a problem, if not ideal according to his bond. And that thought made him hope that Fuji wasn't hurt that it wasn't his name that he was moaning in his sleep. Though he imagined his friend was used to that slip up by now. At least he could boast that he hadn't mistakenly called him that during sex! It was way too early for him and he was way too horny to be having thoughts like that right now.

"I'm glad to hear it," Fuji replied. He took that as permission granted to kiss him, then; a proper, lingering kiss with slowly parted lips, inviting Shishido to react without forcing anything. Fuji was almost certain that the souvenirs from last night's adventures had faded completely, but the care he took with Shishido had little to do with avoiding injury and everything to do with his concern for his friend.

Fuji knew he wasn't what Shishido wanted, and there was little doubt that he could ever be, no matter how sensual or careful his actions, but it didn't prevent him from showing what he himself felt -- at least not as long as Shishido would let him. No, it wasn't ideal, but it was at least nice, and Fuji could work within the confines of nice to express something a little closer to passion.

He shifted beside Shishido then, rolling from his side onto his back and pulling his friend on top of him without breaking the kiss. It wasn't difficult to tell, from this position, just how aroused Shishido was, and Fuji smiled to himself -- that would make this that much easier. "Those must have been good dreams," he commented, lips close to Shishido's ear. "Care to tell me about them?"

Despite being woken up early, Shishido thought this was a rather good way to wake up, and helped Fuji pull him on top. There was a time when he would have been somewhat embarassed about his morning wood problem, but that time had come and gone somewhere in the past year. Now, all he did was shift to get more comfortable, letting out a soft moan against Fuji's lips as his arousal rubbing against Fuji's thigh. He gave his wings a gentle flap before they settled around him and his sometime lover. "Very good dreams," he muttered against the other mutant's neck before mouthing the collarbone just peeking out from under a shirt, his hair falling down to brush against Fuji's skin. "You were in them..." With Yuushi, but hey, it still had to be an honour to sneak in pass the Yuushi bond right? Because there was certainly a time where no matter what it would always be Yuushi alone haunting his dreams.

"Was I?" Fuji wondered aloud. He didn't doubt it, but he also knew that Shishido's dreams were far more likely to involve Oshitari. It couldn't be helped. He carded fingers through his hair, encouraging him to explore more of the skin below his neck. "What were you doing to me~?" he asked -- because in both dreams and waking life, Fuji was quite alright with relinquishing control to Shishido.

"Why would I lie about that?" Shishido questioned in what would have been an offended tone if he wasn't busy kissing his way from one collarbone to another. His hands slid down and under Fuji's shirt, tugging it up and eventually over his friend's head, breaking the string of kisses for only a moment. "And you should be asking what Yuushi was doing to you." He informed as he ventured lower to a dusty coloured nipple that was begging to be toyed with.

Fuji exhaled in a soft sigh at Shishido's touch -- he'd missed this, every part of this, the touches both sweet and sure. Shishido was not a subtle lover, any more than he was subtle about any other aspect of his life, but Fuji liked it -- it was a pleasant contrast to his own methods. "Mm," he hummed, "what was Yuushi doing to me~?" He let Oshitari's given name drag out, as though he could taste it on his lips as easily as he could Shishido; he slid a socked foot over the back of his friend's leg. "Show me?" he requested playfully.

"Yuushi was doing very naughty things," Shishido said as he undid his the ties of his shirt and let it fall to the side. "He tied me down and made me watch before he'd let me have my turn." His fingers worked over the fly of Fuji's pants as he continued to pepper kisses along Fuji's chest. "And he made me watch as he kissed you all over." And he was working on doing just that as he tugged on Fuji's pants, raising his body off the slimmer man to help tug them lower.

Fuji raised his hips from the bed, mostly to help get his pants actually off, but it certainly didn't hurt that he arched into Shishido as he did so. He let his eyes fall closed just a moment, enjoying the steady sweetness of Shishido's kisses and the heat of skin on his skin. "Not very nice of him," Fuji observed. "Good thing you don't have to wait, hm~?"

"Nope. And Yuushi didn't either." Something about acting out what the Yuushi of his dreams did to Fuji somehow made that nagging sensation of his bond be less annoying than usual. It was odd, but he wasn't about to question it when it was working in his favour. Not when he had a naked Fuji beneath him who was waiting for more of his touches. "Then he kissed you breatheless as he wrapped a hand around your erection. Making you moan in a way that made me fight against my bonds," he whispered across Fuji's bare hip before moving up to do exactly as he described.

That Fuji expected both the kiss and the hand didn't make either sensation any less thrilling. They were better, if anything, he thought, and couldn't keep from letting one of those described moans escape into the kiss. If he'd wanted to guide this exercise any farther, he couldn't remember what the next step was -- and it hardly mattered. Not with the weight of Shishido atop him and familiar fingers touching him; not as long as wings curled around and sheltered them both.

"And after that," Shishido said, breaking the kiss to grin down at Fuji, "He made his way back down, like this." His friend did say he wanted to be shown, so who was he to say no. Giving him one, more kiss on the lips he then trailed his lips down Fuji's neck and chest until he stopped to swirl his tongue around his bellybutton, nibbling on the side before moving to the hip bone. "And then he went in for the kill." His wings shifted, further hiding them both beneath the feathery cavern and blocking out the setting sun's light. He then leaned down to take Fuji's erection in to his mouth, teasing the other with his tongue the way he knew it was most appreicated.

In for the kill, indeed. Fuji gasped at the sudden sensation of moist warmth. It seemed like Shishido had some very good dreams. And he kept his eyes open, watching -- it was always better to watch, Fuji thought. There was something undeniably erotic of the sight of his own cock between lips of the person he adored most. He moved beneath him, trying not to push too hard into his mouth but still instinctively craving a closer, more intense heat. He hummed his approval rather than spoke it, and stroked Shishido's hair, encouraging.

There were few things better, in Shishidos opinion, than being able to make a lover moan. It was just unfortunate that long hair, fingers and blowjobs didn't got well together. Pausing in his sucking and licking, he sat up slightly to pull some of his hair out of his mouth and tuck the rest behind his ears. "Yuushi however, didn't have the hair problem." He said followed by a laugh before leaning back down to continue where he left off.

Fuji chuckled at that. "I like your hair," he said, and twined long strands around his fingers, as much to keep it out of Shishido's way as to feel it himself. He was generous with his vocalizations, sure to keep Shishido on track when his tongue brushed against his skin in the most pleasurable ways; he hissed in a breath and arched his back, more than happy to lose himself in the building ecstacy. He had to close his eyes, then, and tilt his head back onto the pillow, lips parted.

Shishido chuckled around Fuji's length at the comment. Of course Fuji would like it, he could play with it and enjoy the silky feel of it gliding across his skin while not having the worry of eating it. Not that he didn't like the compliment, he did more than enough to reward his lover with a few extra deep hard sucks before finally pulling away and drawing his wings closer to him as he leaned over to grab the lube from under the pillows and to finish taking off the rest of his own clothes.

And then, just before Fuji was about to warn Shishido that he was close, he pulled his mouth away. He really was getting better at this; whether the teasing was intentional or not hardly mattered. He smiled coyly as Shishido divested himself of his pants. "How do you want me?" he asked, and reached out to slide his fingertips over any skin that he could reach from his position.

"It's not how I want you." Shishido corrected, while settling back on the bed, "It's how Yuushi had you." He leaned down to kiss Fuji's inner thigh before signalling his friend should turn over. They'd done pretty much every position they could considering one of them had wings and neither were willing to bend themselves in to pretzels, so it's not like this would be the first time like this. But Shishido had to admit, that as much as this position had its good points, he did prefer to see Fuji's face if at all possible. The Yuushi in his dream though, had chosen this position to torture Shishido all the more, and so it was the position he'd use. "On your knees." He instructed, helping his friend in to the position before showering kisses on to his back. Even the Yuushi in his head was a romantic at heart and so kisses everywhere as often as possible was a must.

Fuji issued another appreciative hum and rolled back his shoulders under the flurry of kisses. Just about the only thing that he didn't appreciate was all this talk of Yuushi while they were together -- but if it took the guilty edge off of Shishido's conscience, then he could certainly deal with it. He just hoped Shishido didn't expect him to imagine Oshitari in his place.

Not that that mattered, when Fuji still got exactly what he wanted. He pushed himself to his knees as instructed, hopefully not appearing too eager. "Like this?" he asked, and threw a coy grin over one shoulder.

"Perfect." Shishido said moving lower to give one of Fuji's smooth pert butt cheeks a playful nip. He then reached for the lube to prepare his lover, he was well aware Fuji didn't have healing powers like himself, that combined with their friendship was enough to make him be careful in this task. Unless hormones or some other demand declared otherwise but as that wasn't the case today he enjoyed teasing his lover with a drawn out preparation and nibbling on the back of his neck. "Tell me when you're ready." He breathed out teasingly.

It wasn't as though Fuji had been particularly tense to begin with, but he certainly didn't mind Shishido taking his time. The reward would be that much sweeter, he thought, and besides, it was always more fun to make it last. "Whenever you are," Fuji replied smoothly. "Is now good~?"

"Perfect." Shishido said moving lower to give one of Fuji's smooth pert butt cheeks a playful nip. He then reached for the lube to prepare his lover, he was well aware Fuji didn't have healing powers like himself, that combined with their friendship was enough to make him be careful in this task. Unless hormones or some other demand declared otherwise but as that wasn't the case today he enjoyed teasing his lover with a drawn out preparation and nibbling on the back of his neck. "Tell me when you're ready." He breathed out teasingly.

"And people say I'm the brat," Shishido muttered to himself. He was tempted to make Fuji wait longer for those comments, but that would just be torturing himself too. Instead he reached for a condom to pull on and slicked himself further before moving to press in to his friend. His hands moved up and down Fuji's sides in a comforting motion as he pushed in further, a groan escaping his throat at the senations. "And this... is where you woke me up." He pointed out, giving his hips a slight rock. "Guess I'm just gonna have to wing it." No pun intended of course.

It had been a while, Fuji knew, but he didn't realize just how long it had been until he was being filled. He'd even missed the initial sting, one that made him inhale sharply no matter how slow and careful his lover was, but of course, even that subsided soon enough as he exhaled and relaxed. He pushed back, moving with Shishido's rocking to set the pace for a slow, steady rhythm.

"God you feel good," Shishido praised. His wings arched up and around them as he leaned forward to continue kissing Fuji's back, he may have been slightly addicted to kissing the other's spine up and down, but he didn't care. It was so easy to lose himself to the rhythm they had set themselves, thoughts of Yuushi and his prior dream currently abandoned for the here and now. One hand moved from Fuji's side to wrap around his friend's erection, stroking in time to their pace.

Fuji let out little sighs with every kiss that met his skin. As much as he liked facing his lovers, there was a protective sort of comfort to interlocking like this, to being covered so protectively -- a comfort that multiplied when he was with Shishido, whose wings secluded them from any thought of the outside world.

His own world, now, was reduced to heat and sensation, the weight behind him and the pressure inside him; the sound of his own voice gasping and moaning with every thrust. And when Shishido's hand curled around him, it seemed to close the fourth wall, surrounding him so completely with the touch and scent of his lover. He would not be quiet; he could not, never mind who might hear on the floor beneath them, Fuji called out, in sounds that formed no words and didn't need to.

Shishido loved those sounds, if that wasn't enough to make a guy's ego soar it was certainly enough to make him pick up the pace. His own noises were muted in comparison but no less passionate. It was ridiculous, but there were moments, like now, where he wondered if in some other universe he and Fuji weren't a bonded pair. It might not be perfect, but it had to be better than the torture he suffered knowing Kamio would not let him have Yuushi ever again in this one.

He imagined Fuji would laugh at such ridiculous thinking, so didn't bother sharing it. He channeled his energy in to more productive things, like leaving a pleasant bite mark on his friend's back and getting him off before he lost it.

It was perfect, really. It seemed Shishido's rhythm was in time with Fuji's heartbeat, and at just the right angle to push him closer to the edge with every thrust. And then his mouth bore down on just the right spot on his shoulder to take him over that edge and into a brilliant bliss, with the loudest cry yet.

It was one of the few times that Fuji didn't let himself hold back -- one of the few times that he wasn't just kidding or masking something he didn't want anyone else to see.

God, Shishido loved when Fuji came, it was a complete turn on, and with a few more sporadic bucks of his hips he was following right behind him. A choked out 'Fuji' stuck on his lips as he managed a couple more thrusts before slumping against Fuji's back, a tongue flicking out across the new mark on his shoulder. "Better than an alarm clock," he mumbled against the skin, finally pulling away when he was certain the room was back in focus.

Yes, the guilt was there, and Yuushi was immediately back in his mind now that the distracting bliss was fading, but he ignored it the best he could. He knew from a year of experience that there was nothing to get rid of that guilty feeling, but he wasn't going to stop living because of it. Instead, he helped Fuji turn around so he could kiss him properly again.

Fuji smiled into the kiss, glad to be facing Shishido again, and slid hands into his partner's beautiful hair to draw him close, directly on top of him instead of merely above him. He responded with a slow hunger, fueled by the remnants of passion, and once he broke the kiss, he smiled again, content. "Thank you," he said softly.

"Mmm shouldn't I be the one saying that?" Shishido spoke against Fuji's lips before claiming them again in a kiss. He had no idea what Fuji was thanking him for, yeah, he rocked in bed, but not enough for a thank you. If anyone should be saying it, it should be him. It couldn't be easy on his friend, knowing that while he was cared for he was not what Shishido truly desired...

Distraction was key to not giving in to the guilt and there was no better distraction at the moment then kissing and holding his lover. His wings moved to curl around them again as he settled more firmly on top of Fuji. He'd have to wash his sheets, and they'd probably get fed up with the wet mess rubbing against them all over, but for now he could put up with it.

Anything Fuji might have said in response was quickly cut off with another kiss. It was more than just a finishing touch, then; maybe it was Shishido's own version of thank you. Regardless, Fuji settled back against the bed, content to continue his display of affection. He smoothed lazy hands over Shishido's hair, his shoulders and arms, as intent on calming him as he was to continue touching him, prolonging physical contact. It was comfortable here, comfortable and peaceful, the perfect opposite of running missions together. Fuji thought he could stay here all night -- and he would, as long as Shishido would let him.