dinohouse | [Mushverse: Ankh and Eiji, also open to other Greeed]

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[Mushverse: Ankh and Eiji, also open to other Greeed]

I'm not a total jerk. Ankh asked me to tell him if I found out about any of the others coming back the way we did.

I could just call, I guess, I have a phone and I know how to use it and it would be easy enough to find the number for that crazy restaurant they live in.

But I'm restless. Lots of stuff has been happening at home lately, and I kind of feel like if I don't give myself something to do, I might go out and start a fight. With the stupid guy who kidnapped Katsumi, or that stupid pirate jerk who screwed up Joe's entire state of being, or... God, the list is endless.

But I don't want to, so I look up the address to Cous Coussier and walk there instead, toying with my Switch as I walk. Not pressing it, just sort of rolling it between my fingers, and wondering whether I should tell any of the other Greeed about it.

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I can only manage a groan in response. I just want him to be okay. But, failing that, I want him to feel good.

I trace the side of his face, the curve of a cheek, the cupid's bow lips.

I lean down to nudge at the collar of his shirt, and kiss the delightfully exposed skin there.

My back arches slightly as he nudges my shirt aside and kisses at bare skin. My fingers grip at his hair, kneading, tugging.

He's my everything. He's my whole world. It's not healthy, but I don't care. Why would I choose to be healthy and unhappy when I can choose to be fucked up but happy?

"Eiji," I say his name like a prayer, nuzzling into his hair and breathing in his scent.

His hands are in my hair. His voice is so soft. No one says my name the way he does, whether he's yelling at me because I've done something stupid, shrieking before he tosses Medals, or murmuring it in a private moment, a sacred moment, just between us.

I suck gently at his beautiful skin, hand sneaking inside his shirt at the waist. I want him to feel good.

I need him to feel good.

I arch again at the touch of his hand at my waist, my lips parting with a pleased little gasp.

My fingers continue to grip at his hair for a moment, then one of my hands slides down to the back of his neck, fingers tracing circles.

I don't have to think about things when we're like this. Don't have to worry about my place in the world.

My place is here. With Eiji.

He's always so responsive. At least I can affect him, distract him, help him this way even if I'm useless to him otherwise. Maybe I can find other people to help him. Chiyoko-san, Hina-chan, Gotou-san.

I moan under my breath at the feel of his fingers on my neck. I scramble down him, using the movement to try to disguise wiping my eyes, then I start to lick and suck at the exposed skin at his waist, across the lean muscles of his stomach.

My head falls back as a low moan takes me, the muscles of my lower stomach tensing at the attention Eiji's paying my skin there. I grip at his neck, at his hair, breathing his name again.

I let him continue for a moment before I use my grip on his hair to tug his head up (as gently as I can manage, of course). I sit up, and then move us, reversing our positions and pushing Eiji down so he's lying on his back.

I straddle him before he can attempt to move away or properly protest, and I smile softly down at him as I brush hair our of his eyes.

...I love my name on his lips.

He's caressing my hair, my neck, gripping, then he pulls me up gently and switches positions.

I do my best to not blink when he touches my hair, to let my stupid tears dry, as my hands settle on his hips. "I love you," I breathe.

There are tears in his eyes. He's always been so open, so ready to smile - his dimples show when he does, and it's cute, I can admit that now. But it's also easy to see when he's upset. He practically bleeds his emotions through his pores.

I reach up, purposefully not acknowledging his words, and brush my fingertips beneath one of his eyes. "You're crying."

I lift my hips, to get more contact and also, perhaps, in an attempt to distract him. I can't allow this to become about me.

"I'm fine," I say at last. No point in pretending that I'm not crying. "Please... please, I'm fine."

"But you're c-crying," I stutter when he lifts his hips, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as I ride our that little burst of pleasure. "Ah. Eiji..."

I let go. I can always ask him about his tears later. After this is over.

I roll my hips against his, feeling the heat between us. I can lose myself in that for now. "Oh..."

He allows the distraction for now, goes with it, even increases it. Good. I can't deal with anything more just now. All I want, all I can manage, is to make him feel good.

"Ankh," I breath, fingers digging into the sides of his hips. "Do whatever you want. Anything. Please."

I grind against Eiji. I'm already hard inside my jeans, and I think he's feeling this too. I can feel the heat coming off him, at any rate. It's good, and needed. And mutual.

I think.

I sit back, still working my hips slowly against him. I keep my gaze focused on his face as I move my hand to the closure of my jeans, working the button open, and the zipper down.

"Eiji..." I groan as I dip my hand inside my jeans, cupping myself through my underwear.

I've never entirely understood pornography. I guess because my libido's always been quite low, though I've been able to get aroused and find pleasure, at times. I can take or leave representations of genitalia, of nakedness, of people simulating pleasure. Not important.

But this? His *face* as he touches himself so intimately, eyes on mine? I couldn't look away if I wanted to. So trusting, so open, so... so hot.

I find my hands frantically pulling at his jeans, at his underwear, though I haven't taken my eyes off his.

I gasp, grinding slowly against my own hand before Eiji starts grabbing at my jeans, at my underwear too, even while he's still looking at my face, still meeting my eyes.

"Eiji," I gasp, and groan, leaning back a bit so he can better work with my clothes as he wants to.

"Off," is all I can manage verbally, but it's difficult to focus on pulling his jeans and underwear off him when all I want to do is touch him. "Want to touch you..."

I move to accommodate him, kicking my jeans off the bed, my briefs following after them. When I return to Eiji I settle on the bed between his legs this time, rather than straddling him. I tug him up so that he's sitting with me, our legs all crisscrossed.

With a bit of effort I manage to get Eiji's shirt off over his head. I was in such a hurry, still am where certain parts of me are concerned, but now I just want to see him. To touch and explore and know that he's real and solid and steady.

I bite my lip as I rest my hand against his chest, when I feel his heart beating against my palm.

He takes off his pants and underwear, then hauls me up, hauls my shirt off. I'm about to reach for him when he places his hand over my heart.

Aw.

I cover his hand with mine. "I'm not going anywhere," I say softly, wondering if that's his worry. "I'm healthy."

Eiji's words conjure up all kinds of memories of him fighting. All the times he was injured, many of them (most of them) the direct result of some action of mine. He's just a fragile thing for being so strong willed. All easily broken bones, easily spilled blood.

And now I'm the same, just as vulnerable. My time is now just as limited as his. Our time together is limited.

Stop it. I close my eyes, and draw in a slow breath, trying to push all my thoughts away. Right now he's supposed to be helping shut my brain up. I'm supposed to be distracting myself from all those heavy things.

Whoops. He's starting to panic again. And words don't help, he doesn't want to talk.

I brush his hair back on both sides of his head, then cup his face, and draw him down towards me gently. I kiss him on the forehead, right on the tip of his nose, then I brush my lips across his.

I relax a little into Eiji's touch, sighing as he kisses my forehead, then again when he kisses my nose. I make a soft sound when our lips meet, my chest tightening as too many emotions fight within me.

Is this what it feels like to love someone? All this confusion and pain and worry about their safety and burning need and uncontrolled desire? How has humanity survived this long?

I slide closer to Eiji, spreading both hands out over his chest. I do my best to ignore his heartbeat this time, instead focusing on how warm he is, how his muscles tremble the lower my hands go.

He has the most curious expression on his face.

I'm being used to experiment upon again, I think, and I do not mind in the slightest. My eyes slide shut at the feel of his hands, and I scoot closer to him. I would be perfectly happy to lose myself in this, in him, in making him happy for the short time I can manage it.

The heat starts to build low in my stomach again as I touch Eiji, as my palms glide over lean muscles, as my fingers trace the faint lines of old scars.

One of my hands slides around him to rest on his back, pressing against the base of his spine. I sigh, starting to tremble a little, mostly in my fingers and lips.

I lean forward, brushing my nose against Eiji's before I bring our lips together, my hand sliding up his back to his shoulder blades as I deepen the kiss.

I inhale unsteadily as he explores. He kisses me, and my lips part automatically to him. He is mine, and I am his, and for now that will have to be enough.

I drop a hand to gently cup him.

I whine softly into his mouth at the touch of his hand, my hips jerking slightly from the somewhat unexpected contact. I pant against his lips to catch my breath, then deepen the kiss again, a bit more hurriedly this time.

My hand that's still resting on his chest glides lower, down to cup him in return, though his clothes are still tragically in the way there.

I want him to come undone with me this time. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me.

If I'm to distract him properly, I need to make him fall apart as tantalisingly but quickly as possible. Maybe take him to the edge and keep him there for a while...

His hand touches me in turn, and I groan under my breath. "D-Do you want to..."

I can't say the word. I just reach out and scrabble in the top drawer for the bottle I bought a few days ago.

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