[Mushverse: For Genta and Takeru]

[interpolate]

We've done a fair amount of research since Hiromu accidentally ran into the Vaglass agent that looks just like me, and what we've found out has been disconcerting to say the least. Troubling enough, especially where a certain previous Sentai team is concerned, that it's back to undercover for me. I need to make contact with my best bet at finding out what's going on there, and the best way to do that is to place me back into class at Amanogawa, so I have an excuse to go to Genta's sushi cart.

Of course, for the first two days the cart is dark and folded up, unmanned. I worry that something's happened to him, until the day he shows up as usual, welcoming the few customers that have time.

I sidle up to the counter while his attention is focused on a dark haired boy with a cat perched on his shoulders. Well, it takes all kinds.

"Salut, Genta."

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[sonofshiba]

He is hot, slick, and almost unbearably tight. We work together as always, to increase our connection, to increase the depth.

I gaze into his eyes as I sink into him to the fullest extent.

"Yours."

...and that near breaks me, both laughter and tears. I refrain from either, but it is difficult.

I nod, acknowledging his addition, his love. "As I am yours," I manage, then I do manage a short laugh at the arousal thickening my voice.

Mm.

The sweet need building in the base of my spine demands that I move, that I continue to move. I surrender to it, gasp, and also surrender to the need to drop forward and bury my face in the side of his neck.

[sushisamurai]

His words are thick and low, and then he laughs. Not a lot, just a brief single sound, but it makes a shiver travel through my spine.

Makes my heart feel like it's dancing.

He moves, and then presses his face to my neck. I wrap my arms around him, one hand resting over the back of his head, the other pressing between his shoulder blades, holding him close.

We start to move together, and it's slow. It probably needs to be slow, at least at first. I need it to be slow, and I think he needs it too.

I can feel every fraction of his movements inside me. Pulling back, pressing forward. Can feel the angle shift slightly here and there, especially when I move my own hips...

Then suddenly there's that familiar jolt of pleasure, and I grip a little more tightly to his hair, a sharp tremble running through me. I tip my head back and gasp softly, eyes closed and lips quivering.

[sonofshiba]

His arms come up to embrace me, hold me close. We are entwined, connected, joined. I push into him, pull back, breathe. I do it again. Again, with increased speed, increased involuntary desperation; release in reach.

My breath is his scent; my sight is his skin; my pleasure is from him. All from him.

All for him.

He trembles, head arching back, and I know that his pleasure mirrors mine. I kiss a path up the side of his throat and find his lips.

[sushisamurai]

I keep moving with him in such a way as to make that jolt of pleasure come again and again. And I can feel his pleasure building too. Being like this together is always special, always love.

But especially this time. After so much.

I never want to leave him.

I open my eyes again, and it takes me a second to bring him into focus. When I do I slide my hands up over his back, through his hair, and down slightly to cup his face in my hands.

I bring our foreheads together, as the pace of our hips increases. I look into his eyes, holding his gaze.

My voice is thick and heavy, deeper than usual. Deep as it gets when I'm really and truly serious. "Don't you ever go where I can't follow you."

If you fall out of love with me, if you decide you need someone else, if your duty drives us apart... don't you ever keep me from fighting at your side.

[sonofshiba]

Sight is difficult. I trust him with this, trust him with my vulnerability as I trust no other. It is all the sweeter as he also comes undone, also sinks further into vulnerability.

I did not understand strength in vulnerability, before him.

It was difficult enough to understand fighting alongside others. And yet, when he first appeared as ShinkenGold... when he first joined us, fighting as a group... That day, the two of us fought together as though we had been working as one for years.

He slides fingers through my hair, touches his forehead to mine. I force my eyes to focus as the need builds, the need for both release and for him.

He has greater coherency than I would have expected. I must work on that.

However, his words are important. I let him see the sadness in my eyes, the regret, then I nod as I once more roll my hips. "I will not, my heart."

If it can be avoided. And that is the heartache of promises such as these, but if promises were easy there would be no point in the making.

[sushisamurai]

There is sadness in his eyes, open and raw, and I know he's dropped a wall for me. Not that I can't usually see beyond his walls, sense what's going on behind them, but it's meaningful, right now, that he dropping this one for me.

He nods, and makes a promise to me, and I offer him a small, serious smile before he rolls his hips again.

And then I'm back in the moment, back with the pleasure. Breathing hard and vibrating from him. I move my hands back into his hair, so I can grip again, hopefully not too hard.

"Take-chan." I gasp out his name, my head falling back, neck exposed to him, vulnerable.

Everything is white hot, the heat of his presence spreading through my skin down into my core.

I sweat, I pant.

I soak up his fire.

[sonofshiba]

I lean on one hand, and reach the other down to him. I know he does not require it.

However, I do.

He speaks my name; the name that is only his. Only from his lips. I murmur his. A prayer, a promise. Love.

Always love.

I come undone.

[sushisamurai]

I lose every last shred of a grip I may have still had on myself when his hand slides down between us. A shout of a moan parting my lips, my hips jerking sharply.

I force my eyes to stay open, through his climax, and mine. Panting, gasping, clutching at his hair.

We've been intimate many times, and made love most of those, if not all. But this. This is something more. Deeper, even more powerful.

Tears flood my eyes as we ride out our pleasure. Emotions crash over me.

[sonofshiba]

He finds his release as I find mine. I meet his gaze, keep my eyes on his, though my vision fuzzes. The connection with him is far more important than physical pleasure, though it is a facet of the whole.

He looks at me. He has always seen me, as others have not.

Others have been, are, important to me, but Genta reaches me as no other.

My breathing steadies as the pulsations ease.

.......he is crying. My eyes are not entirely dry.

My lips meet his.

[sushisamurai]

We kiss slowly, almost cautiously, and I can't really tell through my own tears, but I think he's crying too.

My hands grip at his hair, then one slides down to rest over his neck, holding him close to me.

"Don't pull away yet." I whisper against his lips. "I want to stay connected, just a bit longer..."

[sonofshiba]

His hand skims over the back of my head, stopping at the nape of my neck, holding me close.

I listen to his words, nod infinitesimally, then gently capture his lips once more. We are connected physically from feet to hands to head; and emotionally so much more closely than we were a mere day earlier.

I cannot... but I must. And I will.

For my Genta.