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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      甲鉄城のカバネリ_|_Koutetsujou_no_Kabaneri_|_Kabaneri_of_the_Iron_Fortress_
      (Anime)
  Relationship:
      Ikoma/Takumi_(Koutetsujou_no_Kabaneri)
  Character:
      Ikoma_(Koutetsujou_no_Kabaneri), Takumi_(Koutetsujou_no_Kabaneri)
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, Kabaneri_Feeding, Pseudo-Bloodplay, Consensual
      Sex, Healthy_Relationships, BDSM, Dirty_Talk, Light_Dom/sub, Anal
      Fingering, Praise_Kink, Humiliation_kink, Anal_Sex, Aftercare, Post-
      Coital_Cuddling, Dom!Takumi, Sub!Ikoma
  Series:
      Part 7 of Risks
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-06 Words: 6156
****** The Risk We Repeat ******
by Mosstar
Summary
     There’s something about this that makes Takumi okay with it. Maybe
     Ikoma doesn’t mind, either.
Notes
     It has come to my attention that there is a severe lack of consensual
     sex in the Koutetsujou tag.
     So as someone who really prefers reading it above anything else- I
     wrote my own.
     Please don't expect me to write more NSFW anytime soon ;3; This is my
     first time publishing one so please go easy on me.
See the end of the work for more notes
       Takumi can’t even bring himself to question how they ended up in the
targeting room for the type 48 cannon that night. The air had felt different
when they left the abandoned Yashiro station behind with the setting sun.
       Ikoma had distanced himself from everyone after the fighting. It’s not
like Ikoma doesn’t already keep his distance when he’s blood-covered and trying
to settle his nerves from the adrenaline high of fighting. But with his pupils
dilated and his gaze unfocused Takumi spent the rest of the evening worried
about him.
(“You should keep an eye him.” Mumei mutters to Takumi as Ikoma slips away from
the group “He gave me his food today since I lost mine. He’s probably
starving.”
“But we don’t have any more- you know- left for today. That’s why it was
rationed to you two early. I mean- I wasn’t asked to give any today but-”)
       It seemed innocent at first- when Ikoma nudged Takumi awake in the
middle of the night and led him off. He probably wanted to talk. But the look
in Ikoma’s eyes was feral in comparison to the troubled look he gets when he
wants conversation.
       Takumi’s thankful there are working lights in the room- or they would be
stuck in the dark.
       Oh, man, well, this is kind of like talking? Ikoma’s just lucky that
Takumi’s been carrying a small knife with him for emergencies. And that the
knife’s clean. And that Takumi’s adrenaline was so high that day that sure he’s
up for anything. So he ended up sitting against the wall because there’s no way
he’s letting Ikoma goad him into sitting in the same damn chair he was shooting
kabane from hours earlier. Ikoma’s straddling his waist- his shirt tied loose
with a normal belt as if it was an afterthought to wear a shirt more than
intentional.
       Takumi has undone his own shirt and made a shallow cut on his shoulder
this time. It’s close to the base of his neck but he’s too afraid to make it
closer. It feels too much like he would be- Takumi doesn’t want to let the
thought finish before he gets flashes of Aragane station and he pushes Ikoma
away. Ikoma’s not showing any signs of his behavior changing- so Takumi’s
giving him the benefit of the doubt.
       Ikoma’s eyes look brighter- Takumi thinks before Ikoma leans forward and
drags his tongue over the cut.
“We’re not fooling around this time, got it? With the last car gone we’re at
big risk of being caught. We’re lucky maintenance has already been done up here
for the night.” Takumi says. He grasps Ikoma’s hips and tilts his head further
so Ikoma’s hair stops tickling his ear.
       Ikoma latches on and the first suck he gives is too rough. Takumi winces
and digs his fingers into Ikoma’s hips.
“Go easy! I know you’re hungry but I can feel that you know.” Takumi complains.
       Ikoma stops and licks again. Probably to say he’s sorry in a way that
won’t make him leave the cut alone. The next sucks are lighter and more within
Takumi’s threshold. Takumi leans his head against the wall. He loosens his grip
on Ikoma’s hips and closes his eyes. He’s getting lightheaded faster this time-
he thinks it’s because of where the cut is.
       Takumi feels Ikoma lean against him as close as he can. The straps on
Ikoma’s body press into his chest and he doesn’t mind because he can’t care
enough in the moment. Takumi chokes on his own saliva as Ikoma clenches his jaw
and his teeth scrape again. It’s done a second time and Takumi pulls a hand up
to dig his fingers into Ikoma’s hair.
“I thought I said no screwing around-“ Takumi gasps as Ikoma shifts his legs
closer, too.
       The tingling starts at the tip of his nose and spreads along his cheeks.
His breathing’s heavier and he’s losing track of how hard he’s digging his hand
into Ikoma’s hip. He tugs Ikoma’s hair.
       Okay, maybe a little screwing around isn’t too bad.
       Ikoma exhaling through his nose is warming the inside of Takumi’s collar
and making the room feel hotter than it really is.
       There’s a rougher suck on the cut and Takumi moans. Ikoma covers
Takumi’s mouth with his hand at the first sign of noise so the moan is muffled
and doesn’t bounce off of the walls. Ikoma pulls away from Takumi’s shoulder.
Takumi looks to see his blood on Ikoma’s lips. Ikoma’s eyes are half closed and
unfocused. He’s panting.
“For not screwing around-“ Ikoma teases.
“Well maybe I’m just as frustrated as you are?” Takumi pouts.
“Trust me- you aren’t.”
“You’re not the one who’s getting a boner from having your blood drank.”
       Ikoma squints. He smiles and licks the blood off of his lips.
“Kinky.” Ikoma comments.
“Ikoma if you do this now you can get your midnight snacks from someone else.
Did you have enough?” Takumi thinks he’s bled enough for the night. Ikoma can
wait until morning to get food the way he should be getting it. Takumi’s not
Ikoma’s personal pantry- but it’s not like he minds it much.
“I’m okay now.” Ikoma answers.
“Good.”
       Takumi tightens his grip in Ikoma’s hair and kisses him. Ikoma presses
the scrap of cloth Takumi’s kept from his cloak on the cut. He scrapes his
teeth over Takumi’s lower lip. Takumi licks Ikoma’s lips and Ikoma parts them
to let Takumi in. Takumi dips his tongue along Ikoma’s teeth, teasing Ikoma’s
tongue with his own. Ikoma groans. He pulls Takumi’s hand out of his hair and
places it against the scarring on his chest. Takumi’s eyes widen.
Has he really been told it’s okay?
       Takumi runs his fingers over the shallow dips that the scars make. Runs
them below the edges of Ikoma’s shirt to reach as far as he can. The callouses
on his fingers catch on the edges of the scars. He slides his nails over them
and Ikoma chokes. Ikoma’s free hand slams flat against the wall next to
Takumi’s head.
       Takumi grins into the kiss. No wonder Ikoma didn’t want him touching
them. Ikoma bites Takumi’s lower lip.
       Ikoma’s hand that’s holding pressure on the cut slides down Takumi’s
chest off of the fabric. He drags his nails. Takumi’s body jerks. His moan is
swallowed by Ikoma’s mouth.
       Takumi opens his eyes and gets a look at Ikoma, whose eyes are clenched
shut and his shoulders are tense. His entire body is tensed.
       Too tense- is Ikoma nervous?
       Takumi lets go of Ikoma’s hip and slides his hand between them, palm
facing Ikoma. His fingers run over his own erection enough to feel through his
clothes. He cups Ikoma’s-
       What?
       Ikoma isn’t hard. Not even getting hard. Takumi squints, and without
warning Ikoma’s pulling away from the kiss and contact entirely.
“Ikoma?” Takumi’s worried he somehow fucked up again.
       Then Ikoma’s laughing. It’s forced and awkward and his face is red.
“Ikoma, why are you laughing?”
“Haven’t been able to do that since I became a kabaneri. Sorry about that. I
guess I was kind of leading you on.” Ikoma scratches the back of his head.
“No- you- wait- you can’t? When did you find out?”
“When I fed from you for the first time. That’s one of the reasons I stopped. I
felt- a little ashamed actually. I even tried later by myself and still
couldn’t.”
“Ashamed? Ikoma-“
“It’s okay though! I mean- it’s not like this is the only thing about me that’s
sort of broken-”
       Takumi grabs the belt that wraps around Ikoma’s chest. He tugs Ikoma
back to himself until they’re inhaling each other’s exhales. Ikoma’s pupils are
dilating.
“Ikoma- shut up.”
“What do you mean, “shut up?” It’s not like I’m lying about being broken. It’s
not like I can’t feel what you’re doing or anything. I just- I can’t. I’m
sorry.”
       Takumi narrows his eyes.
“You’re apologizing for something you didn’t decide to have happen?” Takumi
questions.
“I’m apologizing for something that’s affecting you, too.”
“You idiot. What makes you think after our argument over you being a kabaneri
I’d back away over something so stupid as you not being be to get it up?”
       Ikoma looks away. He doesn’t meet Takumi’s gaze.
       If Ikoma’s being stubborn- pushing Takumi off because he thinks he’s the
one who’s done something wrong- then Takumi might just have to push back this
time to remind Ikoma that he’s not leaving anytime soon.
“I didn’t say you’d back away.” Ikoma answers after the long silence.
“We both know that we’re learning about us all over again. So you’re just being
upset over what’s different when we know that not everything’s the same. It’s
okay-”
       Ikoma still doesn’t meet Takumi’s gaze.
“Hey- are you ignoring me?” Takumi frowns.
       Takumi grasps Ikoma’s cheek and tries to tilt Ikoma’s head towards him.
Ikoma fights him.
“Ikoma-“
       It’s the same thing that happened when they first started getting
intimate. Ikoma locks up and refuses to acknowledge that sex isn’t always going
to be easy like a lot of people would brag. Especially since there isn’t a
handy dandy “how to” guide for two men to use.
       Of course, Takumi learned fast that it’s awkward and there will be
strange pauses that makes him want to rip his hair out sometimes. Most of those
strange pauses are Ikoma feeling awkward and not admitting it until it passes
the threshold of what he can handle. They aren’t always gentle- but Takumi
takes extra care to make sure he doesn’t push Ikoma past a line that could have
serious consequences.
       If he can’t get Ikoma’s attention one way-
       Takumi reaches up under the cloth on his shoulder. He runs his fingers
over the blood that’s coagulating on the cut. The sting of it reminds him that
he’ll have to be careful with his shoulder. Ikoma’s pupils contract as Takumi
reaches towards his face. It’s an underhanded move, but at this point he and
Ikoma risk cutting the conversation short and going to bed without talking.
       Ikoma looks in Takumi’s direction. Can he really smell the blood that
fast?
“There’s other things we can do, dumbass. Stop acting stupid and use that brain
of yours. You’re usually the one with the ideas- but looks like tonight I’m the
one thinking of everything.” Takumi says.
       Takumi pokes Ikoma’s cheek. Ikoma moves his head towards Takumi’s
fingers and wraps his lips around Takumi’s index finger. He closes his eyes.
       Is he- licking the blood off of Takumi’s fingers?
“I-koma-” Takumi’s caught off guard by it. This didn’t factor into how he
thought Ikoma was going to react.
       Don’t go from unresponsive to active, damnit.
       Ikoma uses his tongue to pull Takumi’s middle finger into his mouth as
well. His eyes open just enough for Takumi to see the red of his irises.
They’re unfocused again-
       Takumi can only guess that’s why Ikoma’s so receptive to foreplay when
feeding. Ikoma doesn’t complain when Takumi guides Ikoma back into straddling.
“Feeding makes you horny? Who’s the kinky one, now?”
“I’m taking control, okay? Let me show you that you don’t have to feel ashamed
about anything.” Takumi asks for permission first. Now that he has Ikoma’s
attention- he’s not going to move forward without Ikoma’s consent.
       Ikoma stops licking Takumi’s fingers. He keeps them in his mouth and
stares at Takumi. His gaze trails away before he looks back and nods.
“I’m starting now. If I go overboard- stop me. Same as usual?” Takumi comments.
       Ikoma nods again. There’s a light flush on his cheeks.
       Takumi knows he’ll have to move fast. At this point Ikoma’s still on
edge and the only way to pull him from it is to use his interests against him.
       This- is going to be tough. It’s been a while since Takumi’s taken
advantage of all of Ikoma’s dirty secrets. He decides he’ll go easy on him.
Words and small actions first- at least to get Ikoma in a better mindset.
Takumi runs his hand through Ikoma’s hair and grasps tight by the bottom of his
hairline- just above the clamp. He leans forward as he tilts Ikoma’s head back,
pulling his fingers from Ikoma’s mouth.
“I mean it. You’re going to behave this time, right?” Takumi breathes against
Ikoma’s neck, by his pulse point “because I’d hate for you to misbehave and
have to be punished.”
“Y-yes?” Ikoma feels frail against Takumi’s fingers.
       Takumi had forgotten how easy it was for Ikoma to hand over control. The
right words. The right touches. And Ikoma backs down with little complaint.
Sometimes.
 “Good boy.” Takumi murmurs. He runs the fingers over the edge of the clamp
around Ikoma’s neck “You know- I sort of like this here. It’s like a collar. I
wonder who you belong to?”
       Ikoma chokes on his breath.
“Do you know who you belong to?” Takumi asks. He keeps a close eye on Ikoma’s
behavior. Making sure he’s not taking it too far. Ikoma’s breathing is uneven-
but not to the point of it being a problem. He isn’t shaking which means he’s
okay. He dips his nail just under the metal of the clamp.
       Ikoma doesn’t respond. He squirms under Takumi’s touch, unable to move
away with Takumi’s fingers in his hair. He swallows.
“Ikoma.” Takumi mutters Ikoma’s name, looking for a response.
“No one.” Ikoma’s rebelliousness kicks up. He’s pushing for Takumi to pick up
the pace? So soon?
“So the hero’s too good to have an owner now? I thought you liked being pushed
around? Who’s going to push you around if you don’t have one?”
“You’re going to have to try harder if you want to own me.”
       Takumi pulls on Ikoma’s hair to force his head back further. He bites
Ikoma just below Ikoma’s jaw- the soft excess skin near the pulse.
       Ikoma whines Takumi’s name. He places his hands on Takumi’s chest, nails
pressing against Takumi’s skin. Takumi sucks on the skin, sure that the hickey
he leaves will heal before morning.
“Keep your voice down. Or I’ll keep it down for you.” Takumi warns. He moves
his hand that isn’t grasping Ikoma’s hair to scratch down Ikoma’s chest.
       Ikoma bites his lower lip and arches his back. His nails are pressed in
against Takumi’s chest more. There is a flush creeping across his face and
shoulders. His eyes are clenched shut.
“Please-“ Ikoma’s voice is soft. It’s forced though, from how the word morphs
into another whine at the end.
“Who do you belong to?” Takumi demands. He can’t lie and say he isn’t enjoying
this like he has before. The control he has during their scenes is addictive.
       Especially when it comes to Ikoma. The amount of trust that Ikoma places
in him to not abuse the power swap- Takumi has to keep a close eye on himself
to not take anything too far. He did once, and the panic attack Ikoma had
because of it scared Takumi enough to never go further than what they’ve
already deemed okay.
“Takumi-“ Ikoma pants.
“Say all of it.” Takumi orders.
       Takumi grasps his hand over the front of Ikoma’s throat, just above the
clamp. It’s a tight fit- not as easy as it used to be. The goddamn clamp’s in
the way. Ikoma’s gasp is enough though to bring Takumi back to awareness. His
eyes go wide and his body quivers. Takumi pulls his hand back, not able to
discern if the gasp is good or not. He lets go of Ikoma’s hair.
       Right- it could end up being bad with how Ikoma stopped the virus.
Ikoma’s eyes are unfocused. They were earlier, which makes it hard to tell if
the action damaged the mood.
“Ikoma- was that too much?” Takumi asks, dropping the whole pretense of the
scene. He cups Ikoma’s cheek to make Ikoma meet his gaze.
“No. Not that time, at least. Just- try not to do it again.” Ikoma’s hands
twitch. Takumi feels the sudden pressure then loss of it against his skin.
“Got it. Where were we?” Takumi plans to ease Ikoma back into the scene.
       If Ikoma was put on edge again-
“I belong to you.” Ikoma whispers. His eyes are half closed and there’s his
stupid sly smirk. The flush is weaker than before but it’s still present on his
cheeks. It must have not affected Ikoma too bad since Takumi stopped at the
first sign if Ikoma being uncomfortable. Takumi will know better next time to
not do it.
       Takumi chokes for a moment, caught off guard by Ikoma’s forwardness.
“Don’t drop back in like that suddenly. You’re going to give me a heart
attack.” Takumi comments.
“You’re not the one who hasn’t been able to get off. Keep going- I was just
starting to get somewhere. I think I know where you’re going with this-” Ikoma
huffs.
       Takumi chuckles. Ikoma unties his belt and takes his shirt off.
“You’re going to want to lose the pants, too.” Takumi teases. He runs an index
finger from the largest part of Ikoma’s scar down to the edge of Ikoma’s pants.
“I’ll need your help to do that.” Ikoma squints. Teasing-
       Takumi without warning pushes Ikoma back and settles between Ikoma’s
legs again. Once Ikoma’s back is on the floor, Takumi looms over him.
“Happy to help- my little hero.” Takumi whispers.
       Ikoma’s not showing any more signs of unease, so Takumi’s getting them
back on track. It’s already been once that Ikoma’s backed off and another where
Takumi almost pushed Ikoma too far. A third time and they’ll stop for the night
without either of them getting off.
       Takumi’s quick to strip Ikoma down the rest of the way. He doesn’t take
any ceremonial approach to it. Ikoma’s never been the type to find stripping
attractive. He used to just work in his house naked so he’s never cared much
about the act of taking clothes off. Or even wearing clothes, to be honest.
Ikoma only enjoys wearing clothes during festivals.
       Takumi flips Ikoma over once all of Ikoma’s clothes has been tossed
aside. Ikoma pushes himself up onto his hands and knees. Takumi presses a hand
in between Ikoma’s shoulder blades to keep his torso angled down. Ikoma’s
elbows bump against the floor and his glasses make a tapping sound against the
metal.
“You’re breathing pretty heavy. Are you excited? You know what’s coming, don’t
you?” Takumi leans over. He kneels down and presses up against Ikoma, clothed
erection nudging between the cheeks of Ikoma’s ass.
“Yes.” Ikoma gasps.
“I’m going to get you ready soon. You better keep quiet. Do you want everyone
on the Koutetsujou to know how much of a slut you really are?” Takumi presses
his hand down more.
       Ikoma hides his face against the floor.
“Please-“ Ikoma whimpers.
“You need something?” Takumi rubs his thumb on Ikoma’s back. It’s right over
the scars that stretch to Ikoma’s shoulder and Ikoma twitches. Takumi dips his
nail in and Ikoma pushes his cheek further into the floor.
“You.” Ikoma answers.
“I’m right here. What do you want me for?” Takumi’s smirking, waiting to see
how far Ikoma will take this.
“I-“
“Say it out loud.”
“I want you to fuck me. Now.”
       When he says it like that- Takumi feels a shiver run down his spine. It
takes control to keep dragging the scene out. The more frustrated Ikoma is the
better it will be when he reaches his own climax.
“Right here? Now? You want me to press you down into the floor and take you
right here? Like this?” Takumi grinds his erection against Ikoma’s ass. Ikoma
whines in the back of his throat.
“Please, Takumi-“ Ikoma chokes.
       Takumi reaches around and offers his fingers to Ikoma.
“We don’t have anything to make this easier right now- so we’re going to have
to make do. It’s been a while, after all.” Takumi says.
       Ikoma doesn’t need to be told twice. He wraps his lips over Takumi’s
fingers and sucks at them. He runs his tongue over the tips between skin and
nail and Takumi shudders. Takumi lightens the pressure he’s placing on Ikoma’s
back.
       If there’s one thing Ikoma’s always been good with- it’s his tongue.
       Ikoma moves his tongue to pull in the fourth finger and Takumi pulls his
hand back.
“If you want to put your tongue to good use then we’ll do that later. You’re
keeping me waiting.” Takumi demands. He pulls his other hand away from Ikoma’s
back to grab onto Ikoma’s hip.
“Hurry-“ Ikoma glances back, panting. His ears are as red as his cheeks and
shoulders. His eyes are cloudy and his gaze is unfocused. His glasses have
smudges on the lens.
       Takumi remembers that Ikoma’s glasses still haven’t been taken off.
“You want those off? The glasses.” Takumi motions to Ikoma’s face.
       Ikoma shakes his head. Takumi smirks, he has a bad idea and he’s using
it to the best of his skill.
“Okay. I think next time I’m going to wear them while I’m fucking you. Would
you like that? Staring me straight in the face as I’m pounding you into the
nearest flat surface? I think you’ll love seeing your glasses on my face while
I use you and fuck you raw.” Takumi chooses this moment to lean back and slide
his index finger into Ikoma.
       Ikoma whines. The initial penetration’s not as smooth as Takumi wishes
it was. Ikoma tenses and it becomes harder for Takumi’s finger to slide in.
Takumi worries and he stills.
“I know it’s been a long time. You’ve gotta relax or it’ll take longer to get
good.” Takumi kisses the back of Ikoma’s thigh.
“I don’t know- Takumi-“ Ikoma grunts. His shoulders are trembling.
“Do you want to stop? We can stop.” Takumi asks. There’s no tone of play, he’s
dropping the pretense of the scene for an honest answer.
“No. Keep going. I need you.” Ikoma’s attempts to steady his breathing work.
His body relaxes out.
       Ikoma rocks his hips back onto Takumi’s finger. He gasps and his thighs
tremble. Takumi’s concerned. Even with how frustrated Ikoma is- it must be
harder for him since there’s not much in way of distracting him at this point.
       Takumi lets go of Ikoma’s hip and reaches up to his own shoulder. The
scrap of cloth that Ikoma had been using to put pressure had fallen of a long
time ago- so the cut has been in the open air. It’s coagulated enough that it’s
not bleeding anymore.
       Shit. There goes that plan unless Takumi wants to use his nails and
reopen the cut. The blade’s been abandoned by the wall and if he moves Ikoma
will know what’s going on.
“I don’t think I can make this any easier for you-“ Takumi voices his concern,
breaking the scene again.
“Remember our first time?” Ikoma groans. He clenches his fingers against the
floor. His body’s relaxing enough for Takumi to move his finger in more.
“Yeah. You were crying-“ Takumi continues to keep Ikoma speaking, using the
conversation as a distraction. It’s as close as they’ll get to one at this
point.
“If you hadn’t been so damn rough-“
“How was I supposed to know? I slowed down when you told me to- didn’t I?”
Takumi tests the second finger. Ikoma shudders and his back arches when Takumi
tilts his fingers.
       Takumi keeps Ikoma talking as he prepares Ikoma the rest of the way,
making sure to brush past the spot that always makes Ikoma whimper and squirm.
Takumi doesn’t cease movement until Ikoma’s writhing and his hips buck back at
any small movement. Ikoma pleads again for Takumi to keep going.
“Are you close?” Takumi asks.
“Not even- this fucking sucks.” Ikoma complains.
“How do you feel? Is it good?”
“I feel- like if you’re not in me in ten seconds I’m taking control and forcing
you down.” Ikoma growls. He rolls his hips again and gasps, his threat lost
under his desire. He presses back against Takumi’s fingers- trying to get some
form of satisfaction.
       Takumi finds swallowing hard. He’s not sure how long he’s going to last-
he hopes he can go long enough to relieve Ikoma’s frustration even a bit. He
pulls his fingers out and Ikoma whines.
“You want me to keep going, right? Stop complaining.” Takumi orders.
       Takumi unties his pants and slides his hand below them and his fundoshi.
He strokes his erection a few times, groaning and thrusting into his own grip.
He pushes the fabric down enough to expose himself. Panting, Takumi leans over
Ikoma again.
“I’m going to take it slow for now.” Takumi warns.
“You’re fucking kidding-“ Ikoma’s complaint is obvious- but Takumi’s not
letting it slide. With how rough preparation was Takumi’s not taking any
chances.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
       Takumi lines his himself up with Ikoma and pushes in. He gasps and grips
Ikoma’s hips tight. Ikoma moans. His back arches up and Takumi pushes down
between his shoulder blades again. Ikoma’s torso is forced against the floor
and the angle his hips tilt to makes sliding in easier until Takumi’s in as far
as comfortable before he can slow himself down. Takumi moans Ikoma’s name,
nails digging in and leaving small half-circles embedded in Ikoma’s skin.
       The rule of being silent is lost between them as fast as the rule was
made. They’ve never been one to stay quiet- both egging each other on with
their own moans more times than either of them would admit. Takumi‘s been
ignoring a lot of things he should be paying attention to- keeping quiet isn’t
nearly the worst thing to ignore at this point in time. Ignoring Ikoma’s needs
at this point however would be a sin.
       Takumi begins a slow pace. He shifts his grip to have both hands on
Ikoma’s hips tight to make sure Ikoma doesn’t attempt to dictate the pace more
than what he’s ready for. Ikoma begs for Takumi to speed up, groaning with his
cheek pressed against the floor as hard as it can be.
“Will you calm down a second?”
“No. Fucking move.” Ikoma snaps.
       Takumi’s next thrust is rough as punishment. Ikoma’s hands scrape
against the floor in an attempt to get grip on something. He whines Takumi’s
name, gasping and shoulders trembling.
“Shit, is that too much?”
“No- perfect- go-“ Ikoma pants.
       Takumi feels Ikoma’s hips jerk in his grip. He moves a hand to press
back down on Ikoma’s back- leaving his other hand to steady them rather than
force Ikoma to keep the pace slow.
       Takumi doesn’t speak afterwards. He knows Ikoma’s okay and if he slows
down he’ll be wasting the little time he has left. The pace picks up, and it’s
not long after that Ikoma’s moans get louder. It’s a half choked moan coupled
with Ikoma rocking his hips that makes Takumi move his hand and lean fast
enough to cut the moan off. There’s drool along the bottom of Ikoma’s mouth
like usual. Takumi forgot about that-
“Fuck- not that loud.” Takumi groans. He ignores the wetness of his fingers as
he pulls his hand back.
“You-“ Ikoma’s entire body is trembling.
“I could tell.” Takumi grunts. He’s pissed that he’s out of practice or else
Ikoma would be a mumbling mess already. They’re getting somewhere though- and
that’s good enough for now.
       Takumi’s not slowing down. He’s getting close. His cheeks are tingling
and it’s harder for him to control his thrusts. They’re erratic and he can’t
keep a precise angle. He can tell Ikoma’s getting close. Ikoma’s moans are
breathless and there’s a more nasal tone in them. He’s not close enough though.
Takumi worries that he won’t be able to get Ikoma there in time. So he resorts
to the last weapon he has since he can’t reach under Ikoma and jerk him off.
“You’ve missed this, huh? Me fucking you like a common whore? You never want to
go slow anymore, do you? Not since I learned that you’re a filthy slut who
likes being used.” Takumi would never say these words outside of their scenes-
but Ikoma’s reactions to hearing them egg him further every time.
       Ikoma cries Takumi’s name at a rough thrust that rocks his body forward.
“You’ve missed the feeling of me being in you, forcing you down-”
       Ikoma’s shoulders jerk. His moans are shakier and his back is fighting
against Takumi’s hand to arch up. His hips roll to meet Takumi’s next thrust.
“Who do you belong to?”
       Ikoma chokes on his response, a garbled version of Takumi’s name that
doesn’t sound like much of anything. Takumi knows, though. He’s heard it enough
before to know that it’s his name leaving Ikoma’s lips. That he’s the one doing
this to him-
       Takumi’s too close to drag this out. He pulls his hand away from Ikoma’s
back to grip both of Ikoma’s hips again and slam his own hips forward.
       Ikoma’s body rocks and he tightens around Takumi. He’s gasping Takumi’s
name like a lifeline as his body trembles without his control. It’s too much
without warning, and Takumi’s own climax takes hold of him before he can pull
out. Takumi’s body shudders as he leans down against Ikoma, hands tight enough
on Ikoma’s hips that there are going to be bruises inside the outline of his
earlier nail marks. Ikoma whines, back arching up as he curls his fingers
against the floor.
       Then both of them are quiet. Panting and trembling in the aftermath. The
scene, no matter how broken up with normal conversation it was, is over. Now
it’s just them. Their breaths. Each other’s scents and bodies sticking to each
other from the layer of drying sweat that covers both of them. Returning from
the high that they were in to set their power swap aside and be their normal
selves. Takumi’s hair is loose in its tie, more strands tickling his ears and
getting stuck against the sides of his face.
       Takumi pulls away just enough to pull out. He wraps an arm around
Ikoma’s waist because Ikoma’s sinking to the floor, not holding himself up.
“Hey- don’t tell me you’re tired already. We still have to get cleaned off.”
Takumi’s still breathless. Not to say he isn’t tired. He lets go of Ikoma when
he feels Ikoma pushing up against him.
       Ikoma sits up with his legs under him, his thighs still trembling. His
breathlessness hasn’t subsided yet.
“Was that good?” Takumi asks.
“Yeah.” Ikoma pushes his hair out of his face. He’s glancing away, the blush is
receding. Takumi spots the hickey that he left by Ikoma’s pulse point.
“I’m sorry, by the way. I thought I had better control-“ Takumi explains. He
hadn’t intended to-
“It’s okay.” Ikoma looks back, his expression neutral bordering on gentle.
“Before you’d said-“
“Takumi, shut up. The sooner we clean off the sooner we can cuddle.” Ikoma
demands.
“Okay- okay- so then tell me genius- what are we going to use to clean off
with?” Takumi adjusts his fundoshi and reties his pants. He’s going to need to
do laundry whenever he can- his fundoshi is wet and he doesn’t look forward to
wearing it until he has a chance to clean it.
“Use my shirt. I’ll clean it later.” Ikoma mumbles.
       Takumi sighs, smiling. Ikoma’s returning from the mode he drops into
when Takumi takes control. Takumi’s having a little less luck today with
returning to himself though. He feels exhausted. His mindset’s not swapping
back right.
“As long as you don’t fall asleep on me.” Takumi chuckles.
       Takumi moves away long enough to grab Ikoma’s shirt and pants. He
returns and wipes Ikoma down first with the shirt, kneeling in front of him so
they’re close to each other. Takumi cleans away the drool that’s hanging off
Ikoma’s chin. He kisses Ikoma on the forehead, cupping Ikoma’s cheek with his
free hand. Ikoma’s face is red and he’s pouting. He crosses his arms.
“If you’re cleaning me off then I get to be the big spoon this time. You got to
be last time.” Ikoma says.
“I was going to let you be anyway. I know you like being the big spoon.” Takumi
teases.
       Takumi reaches down to Ikoma’s legs. Ikoma spreads his knees apart
enough for Takumi’s hand to fit between his thighs. He reaches a hand out and
grasps onto Takumi’s shoulder, leaning closer as the shirt rubs across his
skin. Ikoma gasps, a small whine stopping before it leaves his throat.
“I’m being gentle-“ Takumi worries.
“I’m just- still sensitive.”
“I guess I was a little too rough then. Maybe I shouldn’t have let you push
me.” Takumi pulls his hand back. He wraps the shirt over itself to cover the
side he was cleaning Ikoma with.
“I’ll be okay in a little bit. Fast healing, remember? It’s a perk for having
“the body of a kabane” or something like that.”
       Takumi sniffs the shirt- it’s way too obvious what they cleaned with it.
“We’re definitely going to have to wash this shirt before you wear it again.
You can borrow my spare if you want-“ Takumi suggests. He kisses Ikoma on the
cheek and tosses the shirt aside, wrapping his arms around Ikoma’s waist.
“Are you okay?” Ikoma asks. He’s squinting.
“I’m just tired.”
“Maybe I shouldn’t have woken you-“ Ikoma moves Takumi’s arms off of him and
stands up, using Takumi as a balancing post so he can pull his pants on and tie
them. He walks around Takumi and kneels behind him.
“You needed to eat. Don’t feel bad for that.” Takumi dismisses Ikoma’s guilt.
It’s not Ikoma’s fault at all.
“You’re having trouble coming down, right?” Ikoma loops his arms over Takumi’s
shoulder- linking his hands together where they stick out at an awkward angle
in front.
“Yeah. I guess it’s because I’m tired. Or maybe it’s because I can’t that I’m
tired- I don’t know.” Takumi leans his head against Ikoma’s arm.
       Ikoma unlinks his hands and tugs at Takumi, pushing him to lie down.
Takumi doesn’t fight against Ikoma’s grip. He lets himself be maneuvered onto
the floor. Ikoma presses himself up against Takumi’s back, stretching one arm
under Takumi’s neck and wrapping the other over Takumi’s waist. He rests his
hand on Takumi’s tummy and rubs his thumb in small circles.
“We can’t stay here all night-“ Takumi mentions. There are so many reasons why
getting caught is a bad idea. Fucking in the cannon room is definitely one of
them.
“I know. Relax. You’re getting stressed. Just- quiet.” Ikoma pushes his face
against the back of Takumi’s neck.
       Takumi attempts to speak but Ikoma shushes him again.
       Takumi sighs, letting Ikoma win. He closes his eyes and feels the
sensation of Ikoma breathing against him.
“Ikoma-“ Takumi mumbles. He feels more at peace.
“Yeah?” Ikoma shifts his head. His chin presses against Takumi’s shoulder.
“I love you. So much.”
“I love you too.” Ikoma murmurs.
       They lie together in silence. Takumi shifts his arm to grasp Ikoma’s
hand. They twine their fingers together.
       After a few minutes Ikoma’s humming. It’s a vague string of notes- not
really a song or anything important. It’s gentle though, comforting him and
reminding him to not worry when they’re together. Takumi almost falls asleep
listening to the humming. Ikoma pokes him in the side.
“Hey, don’t fall asleep here. Don’t make me carry you to your bed-“ Ikoma
comments.
“Can you?” Takumi asks, smiling. He keeps his eyes shut and lets Ikoma’s voice
wash over him.
“Do you need me to prove it?” Ikoma’s acting defensive. He doesn’t need to-
Ikoma’s proven his strength enough as it is.
“Nah, I believe you. Besides, you should be resting too. Nerd.”
       Ikoma’s soft laughter makes Takumi feel like everything’s okay. Ikoma
presses kisses to the back of Takumi’s neck. Takumi reaches back with his free
hand and pats until he feels Ikoma’s head. He runs his fingers through Ikoma’s
hair.
“I wish we could just sleep here.” Ikoma murmurs.
“Same. We can’t, though. Maybe when we stop in a station we can get a little
room for ourselves for a bit. Even if all we do is sleep.”
“With you in my arms? I’d take even fifteen minutes if I could.”
       Takumi hopes they get those fifteen minutes someday soon. It feels like
it’s been too long since they’ve been able to share alone time without worry
that someone will find them. Even now, if anyone goes looking-
       Takumi clears his head. He takes a deep breath and exhales. He focuses
on the sensation of Ikoma’s hair under his fingertips and Ikoma’s hand linked
with his own.
       This is enough.
End Notes
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