[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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[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.