two for one.

tags for 1: accomplice ending, bad end, angst i guess, sorry about that

A shriek echoed up from below. Yu peered out the window, following Adachi’s bemused gaze. The other skyscrapers were only dim lights through the fog. Only a few meters down the fog turned too thick, impenetrable. Only despairing sounds broke through.

Heavy footsteps raced down the hallway, shuddering the walls of their hotel room. Adachi jerked toward the sound like a hunting dog. His eyes were bright; his smile was crooked and too wide. Yu turned back to the window. The sun wasn’t visible, its once bright rays reduced to murky hints of light. Soon, not even that would remain.

He waited, and waited, counting his slow heartbeats, and felt nothing.

Adachi sighed happily. He stretched languidly; his shirt tugged out of his pants and revealed a strip of stomach. His tie was long abandoned, trashed in some worthless town. Glee made him luminescent. Or maybe he had always been radiant, to Yu. Like a flame unable to be extinguished. Like a match, and Yu was just gasoline.

“Not a bad place you chose,” Adachi commented. Yu agreed, privately. It was the first hotel room they had met up in after Adachi followed him out of Inaba. An utter waste of money on Yu’s part: all they had done was discuss what cities Yu would visit and where Adachi was getting assigned next. And how to space the murders so they couldn’t be easily traced. That was a given.

Back then, there had been enough of him left Yu felt nervous. Too nervous. Shy, almost.

Now, he was hollowed out. His guts and his hope emptied all across Tokyo until he was as shallow as everyone accused him of being.

Adachi’s irises were pure molten gold when their gazes met.

Something fluttered in Yu’s chest.

Without thought — who needed to think, now? — he cupped Adachi’s face in his hands and kissed him. Just a firm press of his lips against Adachi’s own.

Maybe he would feel something. Something as foul and wonderful as when he picked up that lighter, when he first saw Adachi’s face warp, when —

Adachi kissed him back, mouth cracking open like an egg, like a body split by shadows, and oh. Finally. Finally, what he had been craving. What he had been searching for. All those years as the fog bled through, all that time, murder after murder after murder, but now, finally, at the end of things —

Adachi laughed into his mouth. “Took you —” Yu cut him off with another kiss, biting at his bottom lip. “Took you long enough.”

Yu tripped back onto the bed. Adachi followed, magnetized, their mouths never separating for more than a breath. Fire built under their skin. Adachi hurriedly yanked off his shirt, buttons popping, the echo of plastic against the wall and floor lost in the tearing of Yu’s own clothes as he ripped them off.

Adachi brushed his thumb underneath Yu’s eye. “They’re finally gold,” he murmured. And then he pressed down and swallowed every sound Yu offered up.

Lost in their bodies, in the flames consuming them, the cries of the old world faded into nothing.

*

tags for 2: AU, established relationship, being walked in on but it's not that serious, humor

Moments alone were getting rarer and rarer, these days. Yu appreciates what he can steal. So as soon as the door shuts, he places a hand on Tohru’s knee and leans in. He’s begging, a little bit, but Tohru’s indulgent smirk numbs some of the sting.

“Yes?” he teases, not bothering to hide his humor.

Yu whispers his name, husky, before kissing him. Just a quick peck. Tohru chases after him. They hum, content, but then Tohru is inching closer. Slinging his arms over Yu’s shoulders. Licking at Yu’s mouth for entrance, needy in a way Tohru never admits to, and Yu won’t deny him. Not ever. But especially not after a week of not getting laid.

Tohru whimpers as Yu grabs his waist. He’s got Tohru tipped back, tongue thoroughly down his throat, and he’s about to pull him onto his lap when someone exclaims, “Ugh! Gross!”

They tear apart. Tohru wipes at his mouth with his sleeve and manages an impressive glower, considering the circumstances.

Sho stands just past the genkan, face thoroughly green. His wallet sits on the table, in the exact spot he forgot it earlier. Yu sighs and drops his head onto Tohru’s shoulder.

“It’s like seeing my parents make out,” Sho grouses. “Or, I guess it would be like that? Anyway —”

“Get out!” Tohru snaps.

“Yeah, go to your room,” Yu jokes. Tohru jabs him in the gut. “I’m about to thoroughly debauch your mo—” Tohru hits him harder and Yu’s rude comment ends in a wheeze.

When Sho leaves, wallet in hand, Tohru gives a sickly-sweet smile. “Enjoy your hand, asshole,” he snarks as he slips away.

Yu trips after him. “Wait, Tohru, no, I didn’t mean it!”

At least Tohru lets him apologize, thoroughly.