Couple: Demian x Izumi.
Canon? Yes. It takes place sometime between the interlude and the start of season 3 chapter 8.
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They had arranged to meet Kei and Sara at Sara’s pub after not seeing each other for at least two weeks. Izumi and Demian had arrived early, and Kei had announced that she would be running late due to an unexpected issue. Sara had sat with them for a while in the private area and then left to carry on working for a bit until her girlfriend arrived.
Izumi stared at Demian as soon as Sara disappeared from view behind the screen. He was still smiling, but his eyelids were drooping over his eyes as if he were struggling to keep them open.
“Are you alright?” asked Izumi, covering his hand with his.
Demian blinked, weighing up the question. Then he smiled more broadly, trying to summon his characteristic sparkles, and nodded.
“Sure, I’m fine.”
Liar, thought Izumi, but he simply stroked his hand.
As if he’d read his mind, Demian stopped forcing the smile and rested his head on his boyfriend’s thick black hair. “Sorry, I’m just super sleepy. I slept horribly again last night.”
Izumi stroked his cheek with one hand. “Do you want to have a nap until Kei arrives? I can wake you up.”
“No way,” Demian replied in horror. “It'd be embarrassing if they see me asleep here; they’ll think I didn’t want to come.”
“…” Izumi didn’t know what to say. Seeing Demian without his usual sparkles was like seeing the ocean without water: the unmistakable sign that the world was coming to an end. Every day he worried a little more.
Demian nuzzled his hair like a kitten, with a small, honest and somewhat playful smile.
“Entertain me so I don’t fall asleep.”
Izumi looked at him and felt his heart melt. Demian was so handsome and cool that he sometimes forgot he could also be adorable.
"Okay, close your eyes."
Demian obeyed.
"I don’t know if this is the best way to keep me from falling asleep, but…"
Before Demian could finish his sentence, Izumi kissed him. It wasn’t the first time they’d kissed in the pub's private area, but it wasn’t all that common either, because it made Izumi nervous to know that all that really separated them from a busy, public space was a screen. Even so, at that moment, he really wanted to do it.
“Well played,” Demian whispered against his lips before continuing to kiss him tenderly. Their hips were touching on the seat, and Demian turned his torso to wrap an arm around Izumi’s waist and press his back against the seat’s backrest. Izumi couldn’t help but let out a small moan at such an intimate gesture.
Izumi’s fingers sought out Demian’s neck and caressed it, burying themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck. Demian must have taken it as an invitation to deepen the intimacy of the moment, because he parted his lips and slid his tongue into Izumi’s mouth. Izumi’s heart raced and he was painfully aware of the erection growing in his pants. He cursed himself and prayed that Demian wouldn’t notice.
“Well, what shall we do with this?” Demian said in a low voice.
“Eh?” Izumi asked, his breathing as ragged as if he’d climbed four flights of stairs to reach that sofa.
“I think we’ve got the same problem, you and I,” said Demian looking him in the eyes, though it was clear he was referring to a lower part of their bodies. “But you’ll kill me if I touch you here, and I think I still want to live.”
Izumi was as red as a tomato, though knowing he wasn’t the only one getting an erection from a simple kiss made him feel better.
No, it hadn’t been a simple kiss. Demian had pinned him against the backrest, held his back almost gripping him with his fingertips whilst sucking on his lips and exploring his mouth with his tongue. In fact, he would have been dead inside if his body hadn’t reacted in any way.
Izumi sighed, staring at the ceiling, then lowered his head and hid his gaze by resting his forehead against Demian’s collarbone.
“…om…,” he tried to say, but was well aware he’d barely managed to make a sound.
“What?”
Izumi clenched his eyes and jaw, swallowing the embarrassment of what he was trying to suggest.
“Should we go to the bathroom?”
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The cubicle door slammed shut and Demian’s lips were already pressed against his once more, but this time with such force and urgency as if he could only find the air he needed to breathe in Izumi’s mouth. Izumi’s back was pressed against the wall, his legs spread either side of one of Demian’s knees and his arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer. Both of them let out stifled, silent moans, trying not to be heard in case anyone else came into the toilet. Luckily there were three cubicles, so taking a bit longer than usual wouldn’t be a problem for anyone.
Demian unzipped Izumi's trousers and slipped his hand inside to touch his crotch, whilst the kiss stifled a louder moan in Izumi’s throat. When he pulled out his member and began to stroke it, Izumi had to press his back against the wall to keep from falling to the floor.
Demian broke away from the kiss and put his index finger to his lips to signal him to be quiet, and Izumi nodded, struggling to breathe as Demian’s hand travelled up and down his member, rubbing and pressing it with his long fingers.
Demian knelt down in front of him and, almost without warning, took his erection into his mouth. Whilst Demian was performing fellatio on him, there was a noise at the door, followed by the sound of someone washing their hands. Izumi covered his mouth with his hands and squeezed his eyes shut tightly, his heart on the verge of bursting from his chest. If Demian didn’t stop, or if he kept doing that to him with such skill, he was going to have such an explosive orgasm that he doubted he could hold back a cry.
The door rattled again, indicating that the stranger had left. Izumi exhaled the breath he’d been holding so forcefully that if there’d been anyone on the other side of the door, they would have had no doubt as to what was happening inside.
Demian stood up.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yes… ah… ah…”
Demian smiled and leaned close to his ear to keep the noise down as much as possible.
“Turn round.”
Izumi swallowed and obeyed, pressing his palms against the cubicle's wall. Demian pulled his trousers down a little and Izumi heard the sound of a buckle followed by the pressure of skin against skin between his buttocks. It was only the tip, but Izumi was convinced he wouldn’t be able to keep quiet.
Demian held his face with one hand from behind, covering his mouth before thrusting to enter him. Izumi stifled a moan against Demian’s palm and, taking advantage of the fact that he’d opened his mouth, Demian slipped two fingers inside to play with his tongue whilst his hips rammed him against the wall.
Izumi’s hands clenched into fists, feeling too many things at once. The taste of Demian’s fingers, his own saliva dripping down his chin, Demian’s cock sliding in and out rhythmically, Demian’s rapid breathing against his ear and the little nibbles he gave him on his earlobe…
Please, don’t let anyone come in… I can’t hold any more, he thought. Izumi gave up trying to keep quiet. His moans were muffled by Demian’s fingers, which were still blocking the sound, but they were loud enough to give them away.
“Akizumi… Nh… I’m going to… I’m going to…”
Izumi actively sucked on his fingers and felt Demian’s body tense and shudder behind him, before exploding inside him.
“...Aah...!”
Demian stifled the cry as best he could and stroked Izumi’s cock with his free hand whilst thrusting his own member deep inside him to fill him with his semen.
Izumi felt the spasms in his groin that signalled he too was reaching his climax. He couldn’t help but bite Demian’s hand as his semen shot against the wall in front of him and pleasure coursed through him from the tips of his toes to the furthest corner of his brain, leaving him completely exhausted.
Izumi gasped, with Demian still holding his member, which had already unloaded completely. Demian pulled his fingers out of Izumi’s mouth and turned his face to kiss him, licking the saliva he’d spilled uncontrollably throughout the act.
“Ah… Ah… Sorry…” whispered Izumi, trying to catch his breath.
“Why?” asked Demian, unable to stop kissing him all over his cheek, chin and neck.
“I bit you… Let me see it.”
Izumi turned away and Demian’s face startled him for a moment. His cheeks were a deep pink and his skin was sweaty, his eyes sparkling. He smiled at him so sweetly that Izumi forgot to breathe.
“It’s nothing. I asked for it,” he laughed, playing it down, but Izumi saw that he’d left a clear mark.
“No, that’s not right, I’m sorry…” he said, holding his marked hand and feeling awful. “Does it hurt? Shall we ask Sara for some ointment?”
“How are we going to explain to Sara what made you bite me?” said Demian, amused. “It really is fine, Akizumi. You’ve marked me because I’m yours, and I think that’s really sexy.”
Izumi felt his cheeks burning and wondered if it was physically possible to turn any redder than he already was.
“Shall we go back? Kei might have arrived by now,” said Demian as he helped Izumi tidy his clothes. “Oh, and let’s clean this up before Sara kills us.”
They left the toilet cubicle as clean as they could and returned to the private area, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Luckily, Kei wasn’t there yet, because Izumi’s heart was still racing and his hands were shaking. If he’d bumped into Kei at that moment, he wouldn’t have known how to hide it.
Demian held his hand under the table, stroking it to calm him down.
“Hey, I’m not sleepy anymore,” said Demian, with his usual sparkles shining around his beautiful face.
Izumi couldn’t help but smile at seeing him more like the Demian he knew, the Demian who was happy. For the first time, Izumi felt he had a superpower he hadn’t asked for, but for which he was eternally grateful: the superpower to make the kindest, most beautiful person on the planet happy.
He intertwined his fingers with his and nodded with a smile almost as radiant as his.
“I’m glad.”
THE END.