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The vision hunt decree has been lifted and yet, Heizou couldn’t rest. Not until he saw Kazuha again. Not until he knew the other was alright, even if his feelings had changed during the years. After all, they had only been a couple for three months when he had to run. Kazuha had called it luck, that they hadn’t announced their relationship to anyone. That’s why the Tenryou Commission didn’t hesitate to give him the case.

Heizou was glad that all he could report was the fugitive already having escaped. He wasn’t sure he could’ve brought him in, even if he wanted to. He was both a skilled fighter and had the detective wrapped around his finger. So he spent the years waiting and hoping that Kazuha missed him just as much as he had. Maybe it was foolish. To expect him not to move on, find someone better. Afterall, Kazuha could have anyone he desired.

He had such a way with words, that gentle charm making him seem unthreatening. Always so kind and friendly, a smile so bright it lit up Heizou’s whole world. And wasn’t that ironic. The person he was supposed to help capture and rid him from a part of his soul, his vision. That was who he was in love with. In all his museing he didn’t notice Itto approaching. He tensed when a hand touched his shoulder, then relaxed as he looked up.

A smile pulled at his lips as he saw who was there, eyes shining in amusement. It made an absurd image. Itto bounding forward , Shinobu a bit behind. They were being followed by Ayato and Thoma,and what business did the Yashiro Commission’s head even have with a gang? He’ll have to look into that later. He could see two others behind them, but they weren’t visible. However he would recognize that loud and cheerful tone anywhere. Yoimiya’s rambling was mixed with a softer voice and wasn’t that strange, he couldn’t identify them.

He wanted to look, but Itto seemed way too excited to let him go anytime soon, so he figured he’d get a better look later.

“Heizou, buddy, it’s good to see you! We haven’t talked in so long and I was starting to miss our talks in the cell.” he exclaimed, loud voice booming across the streets. People were used to it, so no one raised their head. Phew, that’s a relief, he didn’t feel up to others attention at the moment.

Thoma and his boss looked amused by the one sided conversation and even Shinobu’s eyes crinkled over the mask. He let himself be pulled into a one sided hug and wow, that must have been a funny image. The crimson oni himself towering over the best detective in all of Inazuma, if not Tevyat, chatting and laughing.

He knew Thoma didn’t like him all that much, but his face remained in a smile so he probably wasn’t intruding too much. Itto led him back to the group which formed a half circle so everyone was visible and was able to greet him. His eyes fell on to the unknown figure last, who was frozen in either shock or fear and, oh-

Kazuha

The usual grin slid off his face and the others seemed to notice too. They all snapped their heads in the direction he was looking at, then back at him. Ayato seemed relaxed, but the cold calculation in his eyes was apparent to Heizou. Itto seemed lost as always, he thought, chuckling inwardly. Thoma and Shinobu either caught on, unlikely, or drew the wrong conclusion as they tensed. Kazuha didn’t seem to realise any of this, as he only had eyes for Heizou.

He wanted to say something, but no words would come out. He must have looked like a fish with his open mouth, he thought, not being able to process anything else. He had to do something, speak or walk or anything. Though preferably talk, if his brain would kindly decide to function again. But nothing happened and the others kept looking between them as if a bomb was going to go off any minute.

Maybe it was seconds or maybe minutes, but suddenly Kazuha moved. He strode with quick and precise steps, not really running but almost. His face was impassive and the others tensed, even Heizou without realising. What if he was mad? Did he do anything? Maybe he thought Heizou was really trying to catch him? But no, he wouldn’t be so stupid and-

His thoughts were interrupted as the samurai stopped before him, body ready to move. To do what, Heizou didn’t know. He was preparing for a slap or even a punch. So when Kazuha threw himself forward he had to use every muscle so they wouldn’t fall. His hands came to wrap around the other's waist instinctively and nothing had ever felt so right before. He bowed his head and hid his face in Kazuha’s neck, the not-anymore-fugitive’s nose tickling his skin as he did the same.

The smell of autumn, leaves, wind and the ocean hit him like a train. His scent was a bit different, but there was something so distinctively Kazuha in it that he had to smile. And he couldn’t stop it. So he hid that stupid, loving grin in his other’s neck, breathing in the smell of home. He could also feel lips on his neck as he nosed at Heizou’s throat. He kissed there and it left a burning sensation where his chapped lips had been. Heizou shuddered and went lax in his hold, fighting to not get lost in the addictive presence.

There was mumbling and a small cough behind Kazuha and the detective finally had the strength to lift his head. The others were looking at them with different levels of intrigue and embarrassment. Ayato and Yoimiya were smiling, but Thoma looked as if they had just made out in front of the whole town. Itto looked confused, which made him chuckle. Shinobu was as unreadable as ever. If he had to guess she was indifferent about the whole thing.

He tried to unlatch himself from Kazuha, but the other only let him so far. He was kept next to him, an arm around Heizou’s waist, the other holding the hand closer to him. Not that he minded. The detective would have blushed in embarrassment if he wasn’t so damn content. Which was ridiculous since they had only hugged for a few seconds. It was only a few seconds, right?

When Thoma looked composed enough that his face wasn’t a tomato he was the first to speak.

“So… What exactly is happening?” he asked, confusion clear in his tone.

“We were dating before I had to leave due to… unfortunate circumstances.” Kazuha replied, tone level with an oh so beautiful smile adorning his face. Heizou has forgotten how pretty he was. How perfect he looked in both the sun and moonlight.

The samurai didn’t seem like he was going to say anything else. Thankfully the others seemed to be happy with the answer, even if Itto still looked a bit confused. They continued to chat for a bit, about nothing in particular, but Heizou couldn’t concentrate. The arm around his waist was way too distracting and the head leaning on his shoulder wasn’t helping. Saying goodbye and getting back to his apartment was a blur, like watching a movie. The only thing he recognized was the burning feeling of want and anticipation.

When the apartment door closed behind them and their feet were bare against the floor Kazuha immediately went for it. He pushed Heizou against the wall by the waist, attacking his mouth with a long overdue kiss. He didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue in Heizou’s mouth, licking his way in like he was intimately familiar with it. And he was. He swirled his tongue around the other’s and the detective moaned in appreciation.

Nimble fingers slid up his sides and he couldn’t suppress the shiver that shook him, arching right into the other's chest. Kazuha smirked against his mouth as he slid his hands lower, confidence not once fading. Before moving down below the pants, he looked up. He was still asking for permission even though he had Heizou at his mercy. He nodded and gulped, watching as a calloused palm slid lower. It rested over the bulge in his pants then pushed down. He let out a strangled moan, breath hitching as the hand did it again and again and again.

“Fuck, Zuzu!” he breathed out hotly right next to the other’s ear.

“Shhh, love. I’ll give it to you soon, I swear. But you must let me indulge. I’ve missed you every second, every minute and every hour.”

“ I ‘issed you too.”

Kazuha let out a chuckle, gripping at the fabric again in one hand, the other moving to cradle Heizou’s face. He looked into his eyes, which were clouded with lust and want and oh-

He’d forgotten what it was like to be wanted.

“Would you like to show me how much? Do you want to be good for me and put on a show?”

The tone sent shivers down his spine and he moaned again, thoughts cloudy and jumbled in his head. He had enough clarity to nod at least, so that was good.

“I need a verbal answer sweetheart, you know that.” Kazuha said, voice still just as heated as before, if not more.

“Yes, I want to be -ah- your good boy!” The sentence was cut in half with a muffled whine as the samurai sucked a kiss onto the others neck.

“Well then, show me!”

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Without hesitation he sank to his knees. It was almost unconscious. The way he tugged on the belt, scrambling to take it off already. When he was done, he threw it on the floor, next to Kazuha’s shoulderpads. When did he take those off?

He was immediately distracted by the hand grasping his chin. He felt the brush of bandages against his skin, only this small contact sending electric tingles up his spine. Or maybe it was the way Kazuha looked at him. With that hungry, almost ravenous shine in his eyes. Heizou swallowed then licked his dry lips on instinct. The other’s eyes darkened even further and he shuddered in anticipation.

He blinked and the next thing he knew was that they had changed places. Kazuha was leaning against the wall, head tilted back and little puffs leaving his mouth. It only took a moment to get back to his task of undressing the other. Too slowly for his liking, but all the clothes came off. One by one they were discarded by the door. The only thing left was Kazuha’s underwear.

Heizou looked up, asking for permission. Kazuha nodded and the cloth slipped down to his ankle in a single motion. He quickly kicked it off himself, since Heizou seemed too focused on his dick before him. He looked like he might start drooling and Kazuha couldn’t hold back the chuckle that left his throat.

“Be a good boy now, Heizou. You’ll get your reward, I promise.”

This seemed to snap the other back to reality and he immediately scrambled to complete Kazuha’s request. He grabbed onto him and stroked experimentally a few times. Judging by the generous amount of precum that leaked from the tip he was doing good. He stroked a few times faster, but couldn’t help thinking about how it would taste. He licked the tip, just slightly brushing his tongue against it and revelled in the hiss Kazuha let out.

A hand was on his cheeks again, catching his attention. When he looked up, he saw the other smile before he started to speak.

“You’re doing so good for me. Now I want you to suck me off. Can you do that?”

He nodded hastily to signal his agreement. Yeah, he could… he could do that. He wanted to, so badly. Going back to his original task, he licked the head of his cock again. The reassuring hand in his hair guided him downwards and he took the other’s dick almost halfway. He worked his tongue around it, swirling it around the head then hollowing his mouth. At that he heard a quiet moan, barely audible but there. 

He wanted to hear more.

With renewed vigour, he pulled off then went deeper than before. He bobbed his head with an increasing pace. He could feel drool dripping down his chin and over the other’s cock. He could also taste the precum and was it really supposed to taste this good? Or did he miss Kazuha this much? He missed it so much. Almost ridiculously so. It felt so good to have him in his mouth again.

Maybe-

Fuck.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rough-” came Kazuh’s voice from above, concern obvious. He pulled Heizou away from him and the distance had the other whining, missing the weight from his tongue.

“Are you okay?” Stupid question, he would have pulled off if it had bothered him.

“Do it again.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to fuck my mouth, Zu.” his voice sounded rough, but he had to clarify.

“Alright, if that’s what you want.”

Kazuha grabbed onto a lock of his hair and guided him back, towards his cock with a gentle tug. Heizou’s lips opened willingly, glad to have it back in his mouth again. He started bobbing by himself, but Kazuha tugged him further down. He could feel the dick hit the back of his throat and smell Kazuha as he buried his nose at the base.

His gag reflex started to take over, but with some effort it was forced back down. They stayed like that for a few minutes, so Heizou could get used to the cock in his mouth. Despite having a literal dick in his mouth he could only focus on the way Kazuha moaned and whimpered whenever he swallowed or breathed through his nose.

“You know, I could stay like this all day. In your mouth as you keep me warm. You’re the perfect cocksleeve. So obedient, such a good boy.”

Heizou felt like he could come from just the words alone. His dick throbbed in his pants painfully. As if sensing his impatience, Kazuha pulled his head back and pushed him down again. Up and down. Up and down.

The pace was faster and faster, until Heizou had to take every small chance to breathe or he'd suffocate. Probably just faint if he was being realistic.

Oh.

That shouldn't have made him as excited as it did.

He gagged, feeling the head hit the back of his throat that he almost choked. God, it felt so good. He may be addicted.

Time was lost to him as feelings and sensations became one. The way Kazuha whimpered, broken and wanton. When he told Heizou how beautiful he looked, how well he wrapped around his cock. But still, the stimulation wasn't enough, he had to touch…

He couldn't come only like this, no matter how much he loved it. Kazuha seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, as the next sentence resonated in the stuffed room.

"Touch yourself! I want to see you come." his voice sounded strained even to Heizou.

Heizou wasted no time in pushing his pants and underwear down to his knees. He grabbed himself and hissed at the sudden simulation. He didn't even realise that he'd stopped bobbing his head until Kazuha tugged on his hair again.

Hard.

He pulled him down all the way to the base then set such a fast pace that Heizou had to moan. He could feel himself choke with every pull. He could also faintly feel spit on his chin. And were those? Tears?

He must have looked wrecked. His dick hard in his hand, messed up face being fucked ruthlessly by the other. The mental image of it was the last straw. He came, thick ropes of cum painting the floor and Kazuha's leg.

"I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to keep it there like the good boy you are. Isn't that right detective?" it sounded almost like a purr, almost too low to hear.

He nodded, as much as he could nod anyway. With one last thrust he felt Kazuha's release flood his mouth, filling it until it was dripping from the corner of his lips. It must have been an erotic sight paired with his tears and drool.

Kazuha seemed to think so too as he touched the corner of his mouth to push some of the cum back into Heizou's eager mouth. Then he pushed his thumb fully inside, pressing on his tongue. Heizou twirled his tongue carefully so the come wouldn't flow out.

Kazuha looked at him proudly then his eyes hardened.

"Swallow"

The samurai watched as Heizou’s throat flexed. Then the other parted his lips and showed off his empty mouth with a proud shine in his irises. Kazuha couldn’t resist, he grabbed the other’s face roughly and pressed their lips together in a hasty motion. He hummed appreciatively at the deep moan that resonated in the detective’s throat.

Before either of them could get worked up he pulled away and stood up, pulling Heizou with him. He hoisted the taller, making him wrap his legs around Kazuha’s waist. It was a sign of the detective's exhaustion that he didn’t protest being carried. Together they made their way to the bedroom with only a few tumbled steps and discarded the rest of their clothes as fast as they could. When they were both under the covers Kazuha pulled Heizou closer by the waist. The other went willingly, though he turned around so they could be face to face with each other.

“I missed you so much.”

A quick peck on his lips.

I love you

“I missed you too, my lovely hydrangea.”

Another peck, this time longer.

I love you too, with everything I have.