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

[catcameback]

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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[redgreeed]

I hold onto him as best I can, and I'm shaking again, I can feel it. I wonder just how much I make him worry.

"I can't help it," I choke out into his hair, gripping at him. "It's not your fault though..."

[hinooo]

He's shaking. I hold him closer, wishing fiercely that things could be different.

This is why desire is wrong. Why need is wrong. It never works out right.

I'm not about to argue that point about it being my fault, and I don't really want to hear about how much he hates life with me. I know he loves me, and I don't blame him for it. I'm not helping him enough, not helping him find his purpose, a reason to get up every morning. It must be incredibly hard for him right now, when he thought everything was over but he still has to continue, has to find a reason to live.

But I need to hear it, in case there's any chance I can help him. "Tell me," I say softly. "Tell me everything. Maybe I can't help, but at least I can listen."

[redgreeed]

I grip at his hair, sighing heavily. I pull back a bit, so I can look at his face. Look into his eyes.

I don't want to talk about it. I just... I just want to feel better. And Eiji makes me feel better.

He makes me feel whole and wonderful and safe.

"It's nothing." I lie, with a smile on my lips even. I lean in and kiss him, parting his lips and exploring deeply.

Please, Eiji. Just make me feel good. Show me I'm loved and safe.

[hinooo]

His hand's in my hair, and my eyelids keep wanting to slide shut with pleasure, but I want to listen. I want to make him feel safe, and like he can tell me anything, because he can tell me anything.

Except. Except he can't even talk to me. I'm useless.

I'm not always very smart. There are things I don't know. Things I don't get, though everyone else around me seems to. But I'd have to be a complete moron to not realise he's lying.

He leans in to kiss me, and after a startled pause I kiss him back. At least I can do this, if this is what he wants. At least I can put how much I love him, how much I'm worried about him, into lips and tongues and fingers.

[redgreeed]

Eiji obliges, kissing me back, and it's good, and sweet, and full of meaning. A meaning beyond stupid words and stupid... everything. I kiss him deeply, until I run out of breath, and then I break it to breathe against his lips.

I grip at the bear he gave me and then gently set it down on the bedside table, near the lamp, before moving both my hands to Eiji, one still in his hair, the other cupping his cheek.

"You say you love me," I lick my lips, swallowing hard. I look down, at his lips, my own trembling. "Show me."

[hinooo]

I lose myself in kissing him, as much as I can. In the interplay of tongue sliding against tongue, soft gasps, softer lips.

He puts the bear down.

I surge forward, hands cradling him, easing him back onto the bed as I kiss him hungrily, desperately. I can't lose him, and if this is the only way to connect, the only way for him to feel loved, then I'll do it to the best of my ability.

[redgreeed]

He pushes me back and I settle on the bed, making myself as comfortable as possible with him pressing me down. I like it though. I like him being all encompassing.

It's like how when we were TaJaDor together, only more, and less, and more. And I can't articulate. Only kiss him in return, and grip at his hair.

"Want you," I murmur against his lips. "Only you."

I sigh. I lift my hips. I gasp.

"Always."

[hinooo]

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.

[redgreeed]

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.

[hinooo]

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.

[redgreeed]

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.

[hinooo]

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.

[redgreeed]

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.

[hinooo]

...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.

[redgreeed]

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."

[hinooo]

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."

[redgreeed]

"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..."

[hinooo]

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."

[redgreeed]

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.

[hinooo]

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.

[redgreeed]

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.

[hinooo]

"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..."

[redgreeed]

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.

[hinooo]

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."

[redgreeed]

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.