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Reigen is a freakishly lucky man. 

First, fortune came in the form of a small, shy and curious young boy waddling into his office, asking him if he knew anything about psychic abilities. Reigen pulled himself together like puppet strings, gave the child a life lesson disguised as some kind of esper-to-esper advice, and the rest is history. 

He thanks whatever gods may or may not exist of the incredibly off chances of him being granted this encounter regularly. 

Hidden amongst the vast sea of countless crimson pieces of yarn was Reigen’s second lucky star, a man named Serizawa Katsuya. He was brought to Reigen’s attention by proxy of the same boy who changed the directions on his train track and, most memorably, by way of standing directly in front of him, using the skeleton of his umbrella as a shield. Reigen would have, realistically, met his end if it wasn’t for Serizawa. Though, despite all these years spent alongside one another, this is something neither of them tend to bring up. 

Rather, Reigen is just happy to have his red thread tied tight against Serizawa’s. 

At least, for 99% of the time. 

The other single point of percentage is for times like today, in which an extra protective and slightly, slightly smug Serizawa uses his psychic abilities to bother the hell out of Reigen. 

Not exactly without good reason, of course. 

The evening sun lazily hangs in the city skyline, like falling asleep in a hammock. It’s close to closing time at Spirits & Such, and the room is tranquil. It had been a busy, exciting, but busy day; three morning appointments (one of which was a massage), three afternoon appointments, several walk-ins, one quick coffee with a now college-aged Tome (it was all she could fit in her schedule), and one scheduled trip to the lush and rural outskirts of Seasoning City that ended up actually being a big deal left both psychics (real and fake) drained and ready to go home.

Serizawa looks tired, but remains ever diligent, drafting up a report for school due in about a week.  

But Reigen is especially exhausted, dramatically sighing as he stretches out one arm on his desk and leans his head on it, eyes still on the S&S reviews on Melp. His free hand reaches up to scratch the side of his face, only to suddenly feel his wrist handcuffed by a familiar violet glow. 

Reigen only glares at Serizawa across the room with his hand still useless and limp in midair. 

Serizawa blinks at him. Then he goes back to writing away in his notebook. 

“Katsuuuuuyaaaa,” Reigen groans, “how many times are you gonna helicopter hover over me?”

Without looking up from his paper nor freeing Reigen from his psychic grip, Serizawa says “How many times do you plan on irritating that wound?” 

“Uuughhh…” Reigen leans upright. “Can you at least let go? I have to write this email.” (Lying).

Serizawa simply continues writing but the tightness around Reigen’s wrist eases, and Reigen finds that he misses it a little bit. 

Earlier today, business brought the psychic duo to the countryside where an elderly couple worried about the river behind their home, talking of strange occurrences when they went near it.

The train ride there was unusually pleasant, since the appointment was still early enough in the afternoon on a weekday that most people were still at work or in school. There were two or three other people in their car, but none of them stayed long enough to share the whole ride with them. It was nice having the car to themselves for once. 

“Now, they also said they’re concerned about the fish, how they don’t want any possessed dinners or something.” Reigen said in a lower than usual voice, still used to the social etiquette of a quiet train. He leaned slightly into his companion beside him, as if to tell him a secret. 

Serizawa nodded and took note of said fish in his trusty notepad. 

Reigen did not lean away, and slowly raked his eyes up Serizawa in admiration like the selfish man he is. The midday glow casted a blanket of warm white light against him, highlighting the hairs on the nape of his neck. His jaw, Reigen has come to realize, seems to be in a perpetual state of tension. Serizawa’s resting expression looks like he hasn’t slept in days but still manages a soft, gentle visage. Reigen’s eyes trailed down to his broad shoulders, and his overall towering frame would be intimidating to any spirit, but Reigen knows what lies beneath the navy suit is just a big sweetheart. 

It’s one of Reigen’s favorite things about Serizawa– his ability to be benign. To have faced the world’s most harrowing and Herculean, and still emerge with hope, determination, and with kindness. To overcome. 

They may be the only people on this train, but they might as well also be the only two people in the world.

At this point in time, Serizawa had taken up the title of Deputy Director at Spirits & Such as of some years ago. A few months ago, Serizawa had also taken up the title of “boyfriend,” coined by Reigen. 

It had been a long time coming, according to Tome and Teru. Apparently, and much to Reigen’s dismay, they and the other kids had even placed bets. Ritsu owes Teru the winner’s riches, or maybe just a cafe break. 

The kids came around less and less with their own lives and degrees and jobs to deal with, often leaving Reigen and Serizawa (and sometimes Dimple) to their own. A lot of ramen bowls and drinks on a tab later, they got comfortable with each other. Sometimes on the train, one would fall asleep on the other after a long day. Spirit work isn’t exactly risk-free, which often led to one of them sitting on the bathroom counter in the office, while the other carefully wrapped bandages around a wound. If a touch lingered for a little longer, it was chalked up to wishful thinking. 

There were some close calls during the exorcisms over the years, most of which thankfully only ended up in a few hours stay in the emergency room. If one of them was particularly concerned, they’d insist on staying the night with them. 

There were a couple that ended in multiple nights in the hospital. 

Serizawa woke up bleary and blinded by the fluorescent sting of the hospital room lights, feeling the heaviest fatigue and bone-deep ache. Later, he learned the pulsing pain radiating from his chest was from a “slash likely caused by a large blade,” which Reigen recounted was from the recent exorcism of a scythe-loving spirit. 

He blinked himself into consciousness and wasn’t sure if the absolute pressure he felt his whole body was under was from the fatigue, or something else. He willed himself to look around and found that maybe, at least some of the weight was from something external. 

Reigen was sound asleep in a metal hospital chair he had pulled up right next to the bed with his head on Serizawa’s waist. He looked banged up too, bruised in a lot of places and bandages coating both hands and one arm. They must have been mostly superficial lacerations. 

Knowing Reigen, he probably either turned on the charm and somehow convinced these tired doctors to allow him to stay overnight, or talked for too long until they cracked and let him stay just to get him off their case.

Serizawa’s tired gaze followed the length of Reigen’s arm, and found that Reigen must have fell asleep holding his hand. Reigen’s thumb was under Serizawa’s palm and limp, bruised fingers rested on top. Reigen’s hand was noticeably smaller, but in a very Reigen way still tried to hold all of Serizawa’s hand. Serizawa flexed his wrist, and though it was sore, the comfort of Reigen’s hand in his sparked something electric inside him. He wondered what it would be like to wake up in a similar way. Hopefully not in a hospital, though. 

Serizawa thought of that, and Reigen’s hand in his to ease himself back to sleep.

But wishful thinking only gets you so far.

Serizawa was the one to confess, since Reigen would simply rather die than confront most kinds of feelings, especially ones he felt towards Serizawa. Reigen was so convinced Serizawa was way too far out of his league, too good for him, so he was ready to swallow his heart and let Serizawa go.

That was until finally, four and a half years into their partnership, Serizawa dropped his umbrella in favor of grabbing Reigen, now dotted with rainwater. Serizawa didn’t kiss him, but the tight embrace certainly did not feel platonic, with the way he buried his face in Reigen’s neck and let his aura envelope them both in a warm, safe static. He could only say, “I think I really want you” softly into the coat fabric. Reigen froze, suddenly lightheaded, he reached up with nervous precision to hold onto Serizawa’s back. Serizawa immediately pulled back when he realized Reigen’s shoulders shivered and his breath hitched, and looked him in the eye. At first, Serizawa wasn’t sure with the rain. But Reigen was indeed crying, and he wore a small, genuine and deeply heartfelt smile. He tried saying “I want you too,” but it ended up sounding more like, “Me too–you. Um…I do too–you. I want you.” 

Reigen immediately laughed in a relieved but still nervous way. Serizawa breathed out anxiety and replaced it with a small chuckle, and said, “Cool.” 

They spent the rest of the walk to the train hand in hand.

Since then, they’ve been taking things at a medium pace. 

But they’re still in the honeymoon phase, technically. 

“You’re staring, Taka.” Serizawa half-whispered in monotone, not looking up from his notepad. 

“Huh?” Reigen articulated intelligently. 

“I can feel it.” He tilted his head to look at Reigen, softly amused. 

Reigen immediately leaned back and straightened his posture and followed it up with a finger pointing up as if to correct something, “No, I was not staring. I was simply zoned out in your direction.” 

“Hmm…” Serizawa hummed.

Reigen turned away with a huff before pulling out his phone to go through the client’s previous emails. “Anyway, I researched the area a little bit, and saw that the couple aren’t the only people talking about it. Apparently, actual water quality specialists investigated and found nothing physically wrong with the water. And it’s not just ringing, it’s a strange taste of the water, feelings of dread near the river accompanied by a feeling of being watched, you know.” 

“I suppose.” Serizawa guessed.

“What do you think?” Reigen asked.

Serizawa shrugged noncommittally. “Hard to say when we’re still thirty minutes away.” 

Reigen let out an exaggerated sigh and turned, leaning back into his partner’s space. “Only thirty more minutes to enjoy this relaxing ride, huh?” 

“I thought you hated empty trains.” Serizawa mused.

“It’s not empty, though.” Reigen replied with tenderness, something that took too long to wring out of him. 

Serizawa couldn’t stop the stupid smile on his face from growing, and would swear the chaste kiss he placed on Reigen’s head was entirely involuntary. It was simply impossible for Serizawa to not show external affection to his newly acquired boyfriend, even if Reigen despised PDA, this wasn’t really a public place right now. 

Plus, Serizawa is just a huge cuddler. Serizawa can’t help himself, it’s all so new, exciting, and it’s also just...Reigen.

Multiple times had Reigen attempted to leave the couch or bed only to be hooked and reeled back in by Serizawa’s aura. 

Ah…there’s an idea.

Serizawa pulled back from the kiss, still looking down towards Reigen. Reigen looked absolutely content, not a worry line in sight. Without moving, Serizawa conjured his aura to gently push Reigen into him, which earned from him a startled sound and Reigen’s hands on Serizawa’s chest to brace himself. 

Reigen’s contentment was replaced with an absolute glare. 

“Was that you.” He asked, already knowing the answer. 

“I dunno.” Serizawa answered. 

Reigen just rolled his eyes and scoffed lightheartedly. “I can’t believe you…” He looked back into Serizawa’s eyes, just admiring. They stayed like that for a short while as the squares of sunlight from the train windows flashed inside.  

Serizawa felt and looked like a warm patch of morning sunlight on the blankets. Reigen traced the hem of Serizawa’s blazer collar until his hand landed somewhere near his neck.

Another psychic touch, this time the feeling of hands running their way up Reigen’s chest, to his neck, and eventually tugging at the tie on his collar. Reigen gasped at the sensation and quickly turned as pink as his tie. With the back of his other hand, Reigen smacked Serizawa’s chest with such a puny amount of force he wasn’t sure Serizawa would even feel it at all. 

“Hey, what happened to the no PDA on the clock?” Reigen scolded, he was still smiling. 

“I don’t think this is public or a display. Most people can’t even see auras.” Serizawa hummed. 

It wasn’t Reigen’s fault that Serizawa just looked so kissable, what with his soft brown eyes and the smug little grin on his face. He should wipe that grin off his face. With his face. 

Reigen held the back of Serizawa’s neck and pulled him in gently. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still left them both with reddened, glossy lips. Serizawa tasted like sweet coffee. 

They both knew if one of them didn’t stop they’d be too distracted during the exorcism, so Reigen took one for the team and cleared his throat, leaning back, and Serizawa did the same. He laced his fingers between Reigen’s, and they stayed like that the rest of the ride. 

Reigen is proud of Serizawa, he really is. 

The man next to him is a far cry from the man that jumped in front of a psychic blast for him. Even then, Reigen could feel the intensity of Serizawa’s aura just by standing near him, as if Serizawa had a second, psychic skin. The surrounding air of him buzzed with energy. Reigen thought that if he really did try awakening any esper powers, he would see Serizawa with a constant lavender glow outlining his frame. 

Now though, Serizawa has reigned himself in, all of him. Instead of unease, all encompassing, he exudes confidence he’s never had before. Of course, it’s a learning process, and there are some days where Serizawa accidentally levitates surrounding objects when Reigen kisses him, some days where he finally realizes maybe he should talk to someone about the thing that’s been bothering him, in a, “oh, that’s why I’ve been blowing lightbulbs out left and right lately” sort of way.
There are some days, though, that even Serizawa fears, of something terrible happening, something that breaks him like a dam. 

Serizawa may be a great deal more self assured when it comes to his aura, but he’s still a worrier in general. There is a part of him that will always remember the time where he was out of control, and that might take a little bit longer to heal from.

Reigen thinks this is the real Serizawa. He may not be all the way there, he may not ever be, but from the cracked parts of Serizawa, small wildflowers bloom. The damage is done, but something about him just feels more whole .

There is a downside to this newfound confidence, however.
Well, downside is a strong word. 

But even before they started officially dating, when they got closer as friends, Serizawa used his powers frequently for mundane things (catching things Reigen dropped, mostly, including himself when he was too drunk to stand). And maybe Shou and Dimple are a bad influence (can teenagers and ghosts be bad influences to human adults??), but once Serizawa realized he can in fact use his abilities for less orthodox things, he never went back. 

Sometimes, on slow days, Serizawa would, very gently, mess with Reigen. A puff of air against the back of his neck, knocking over books from the shelf despite Reigen putting it back at least five times now, things like that. Serizawa was respectful above all else, and didn’t feel entirely comfortable with things like levitating your friend/boyfriend/thing when they were asleep into a shopping cart and seeing how far into piling groceries on top of them they could get until they woke up. Fun Fact: that was the same night Shou learned Ritsu is a very heavy sleeper, much to Shou’s delight. 

But when they started getting closer as partners, Serizawa really started to mess with Reigen. 

One night spent at Reigen’s apartment, Serizawa watched him from the couch as he went to the kitchen to refill on wine, when an idea struck. 

Serizawa’s aura snaked up one of Reigen’s thighs (damn those lounge shorts to hell, honestly) and only ghosted against his skin, but it still sent a full body jolt to Reigen’s spine. He immediately turned around surprised, expecting Serizawa right up behind him, but flushed deep when met with a smug looking Serizawa sitting back on his couch. He even waved at him. 

Reigen forgot the wine and instead took to teasing Serizawa for being so… shamelessly suggestive. 

Today wasn’t the first time Reigen had his own ideas. 

‘Neither public nor display’ replayed in Reigen’s head like a siren song.

Maybe this day was going to be a little harder to get through than he thought. 

When they arrived at the couple’s home, they were welcomed warmly. They mentioned something about their grandchild hearing about the Greatest Psychic of The 21st Century Reigen Arataka.

They briefed Reigen and Serizawa before letting them loose on the hunt. The nature surrounding the river was actually really, really pretty. It was no weak river either, it was large, had a rapid current with mountain cool water and it made the nearby air feel fresher. Red maple trees peaked out of the green expanse, standing out like fresh strawberries in a field.
Reigen thought if he ever made it to that age, he might retire to someplace like this one. 

Serizawa immediately scoped the area with Reigen’s help for anything suspicious. The closer they got to the river, the more ghostly symptoms started to occur. With each step into the scattered wood, a feeling of uncanniness grew larger. Not quite right, but not obviously wrong. 

Then the birds and insects quieted, the wind stopped flowing. 

Maybe it was just anxiety from the rumors. But their history with haunted places with nearby bodies of water was weirdly long, and did not do a good job of comforting.

As per usual, Serizawa stood in front of Reigen as they walked deeper. 

“Talk to me, Serizawa. Sense anything?” Reigen asked. It had been a rule once they started using first names to remain using surnames during missions for sake of professionality, but sometimes they slipped up.

“Um…something small.” Serizawa held an arm in front as they approached the riverside. “But definitely something .” 

The river looked innocent enough. 

Serizawa began focusing his aura to scan the area as he walked down the riverside. When he stopped at a shady place beneath hanging ruby leaves, Reigen craned his neck from behind Serizawa to see if there was anything in the water. Sometimes he really wished he had some kind of psychic vision, just to ease his curiosity. Dimple does not count, thankyouverymuch.

“Stand back.” Serizawa said as he put up a small barrier, knowing full well Reigen would not stand back. Serizawa looked at Reigen from over his shoulder, illuminated by his own violet glow. “You know, you don’t have to show off today. The clients aren’t here.” 

Something about being protected by a tall, dark, and handsome man, with abilities so resolutely powerful they could break you in half, who instead uses those powers to be kind, be protective, is Reigen’s deepest addiction. He could fall for Serizawa a hundred more times.

“I’m never” Air quotes “showing off” End air quotes. “You said it’s small, right? I just wanna see.”

Serizawa sighed.

The river glowed in vivid mauve, focusing on a small spot beneath the water. The surface began to shift and swirl, droplets being hurled into the air like a pile of leaves on a windy day. Waves rushed, almost fighting Serizawa’s aura. His suit pulled against his shoulders and thighs as he strengthened his stance.

The glow brightened, and something thrashing was pulled above the surface. It was clear as the water, but almost jelly-like in appearance. It was followed by a terrible, piercing ringing. The water spirit was both haloed and trapped by Serizawa’s aura as it writhed, formless and massive. Serizawa struggled to pull it out more in provocation, reminding Reigen of some weird kind of fishing. 

The ringing sound sonorated through the air louder than before, this time causing Serizawa’s aura to falter for a moment. 

The mass took this at its advantage, and dropped beneath the water once more. 

Silence, still water. 

Reigen and Serizawa watched, motionless and unbreathing. 

“I lost it.” Serizawa said, soft and quiet. 

“What do you mean you lost it ?” Reigen replied, just as quiet. 

“I can’t…feel it anymore.” 

“Do you think it’s–”
“No. I know it’s here. I just don’t know where.” 

Another beat of hush, only the rushing water and rustling leaves made sound. 

“...Are you sure it’s–” Reigen was interrupted.

Suddenly, up against the river’s edge, a profusion of icy water splashed upwards and towards the two men, leaving a dust of tiny droplets in its wake. 

Serizawa was not expecting it, and as such, reacted too slowly to putting up a protective barrier. Luckily, it was just water. Though, it still did get him soaked in freezing river water. 

Serizawa coughed. The business cards jiggled in the air before returning back to their sword-like state.

Reigen was saved from the worst of the splash, but still exclaimed out in surprise when more writhing under the water made another big wave. 

Serizawa didn’t have time to think about how cold he felt because within seconds, the mass was ringing again. From under the water, it extended clear watery tendrils reaching out for Serizawa like frenzied fans at a concert. It only made contact with his psychic shield, however. 

Between two fingers, he grabbed a handful of business cards from inside his inner pocket, and with a small flick of his wrist, the cards fanned out in a straight line. He reached out towards the mass, and magenta slashes of light sliced open the tendrils, causing them to fall into puddles and dissolve into the river. Like a Hydra, it grew more tendrils from its wounds and let out a screeching ring. 

Water splashed wildly and large waves formed against the river’s current. The vibrant red of the maple trees reflected in chaotic dots on the water surface. It was hard to see the watery tentacles at all, and it was made worse by the rapid movement of the river. A large slash from Serizawa made the creature ring out again, and the tendrils receded back into the water. 

Silence fell upon the riverside once more. 

Reigen and Serizawa both sighed like they were holding their breath. The aura fell away, allowing Serizawa to catch his breath and refocus. 

Reigen took advantage of the lul in the fight to assess his partner and stepped in front of him, “It’s not gone, is it.” 

“No.” Serizawa replied as he began taking off his outer blazer, freeing himself from at least a little bit of the cold wetness. 

Now, he knew this was not at all the time for this, but Reigen is not anything if not unconventional. He could not help it when his eyes drifted down towards Serizawa’s chest where his blazer used to be, white dress shirt now wet and revealing tan skin underneath. Thick black hair decorated his entire torso and flattened against the inside of shirt, warm brown skin glistened with water and shine. He still breathed heavily, and Reigen watched as his chest heaved up and down. Reigen’s eyes lowered towards his belly, which was plush and chubby, flush against the translucent fabric. He followed the trail of hair down, down–

“Arataka. I swear.” Serizawa said, not looking at Reigen as he tossed his navy blazer somewhere in the nearby grass. 

Reigen’s gaze shot right back up to Serizawa’s face, offended, “What? What did I do?” 

“We’re still on a mission, in case you…forgot…” Serizawa trailed off, looking above Reigen. Reigen turned back towards the river. 

A massive wave started to form, taller than the both of the men combined. Tendrils of water shot out, bigger than before and moved through the air like whips, fast and sharp. The ringing was back, and with a vengeance. 

Serizawa put up a psychic shield, but the ear-stabbing ring made him lose balance, and his aura weakened. Weakened enough for the large tendrils to whirl in close and threatening. 

When two of them hit Reigen on the side of his face, he yelped and the force of it thrust him into Serizawa’s chest.

“Arataka!” Serizawa caught him and held him close. Reigen was sideways, face pressed against Serizawa’s chest, he could hear and feel his heart pounding with adrenaline. He wanted to stay there forever. 

The water spirit’s limbs splashed against the barrier. Serizawa maneuvered so that Reigen was now behind him but still holding on, he felt Reigen’s hands grip his shoulders. 

Serizawa stepped forward towards the creature, focusing his aura into something brighter and stronger. He held out both hands and wrangled the spirit out of the water in a chokehold, twisting and writhing under his grip. And the world went violet. 

Reigen looked at Serizawa at this moment. 

Determination painted his face, his brows furrowed and eyes pure with concentration. Reigen admired this part of him, too. 

Anger could even look good on Serizawa. 

Years ago, S&S had its run in with a particularly tricky client. They were unhappy with a “cursed” object, saying it continued to cause harm despite the previous exorcism. The client had Reigen backing up into his desk, crowded by the raging customer. The final straw was when the client pulled out a switch knife, and Serizawa, by some miracle, walked back into the room from making tea. 

Reigen doesn’t exactly know what happened back then, but he remembers the sound of ceramic cups shattering against the tile, a white and ghostly figure being ripped from the client’s body, and the way Serizawa looked when he marched towards them. 

His aura activated, perhaps subconsciously, and left faint trails of magenta light at his every movement. He pulled the client away and made quick work of the spirit possessing them, then looked back at Reigen from over his shoulder. His eyes were wild with worry, but also thorough and utter anger. 

Similarly to how he looked at him at the current moment. 

The air around the river no longer felt so claustrophobic and thick, and Serizawa’s barrier had fallen away. This place just felt like a peaceful little clearing in the forest, not some rumor ridden, haunted river. 

“Are you okay?” Serizawa asked, turning back towards Reigen. 

Reigen didn’t even notice he was injured until he felt warmth flow down his cheek, he placed a finger against it and looked at his now bloodied fingertip. 

“Oh. Yeah.” Reigen replied, shaking out his hand. “Great work on the spirit!” Reigen pat Serizawa on the shoulder, who thankfully looked unscathed. “Are you?” 

“Ah, cold.” Serizawa said, meekly picking back up his suit blazer. “But you got hurt–”

Without thinking, Reigen said, “Take off your shirt.” 

Reigen couldn’t tell if Serizawa looked exasperated or shocked. 

“Huh?” 

“Being in those clothes is just gonna make you feel worse. And it’s probably not healthy.” 

Serizawa looked down at his shirt, back at Reigen, sighed, and started unbuttoning. “I suppose it won’t hurt as long as I put it back on before we see the couple.” 

Reigen started to walk away before hearing Serizawa protest behind him.
“Do you have a tissue?” Serizawa asked.
“Huh? You can’t be that cold.” Reigen replied as he turned around.

“It’s not for me, it’s for that.” Serizawa held up a hand now glowing with violet light, and Reigen felt a light, staticy pressure on his injured cheek. He winced, but it occurred to him that he’s still bleeding. He rummaged through his pockets (all four) and fished out– nothing! Reigen sighed and just held a hand to his cheek, relenting to using his own hand as a band-aid for now. 

Serizawa had other ideas. “W-wait, you shouldn’t do that.” He stepped forward. 

“Ah, Serizawa, we have to get back to the client, we have other appointments later.” Reigen replied, growing impatient. 

“If the client sees you with blood trailing down your hand you’ll freak them out and have a ruined suit.” Serizawa said, speaking the only language Reigen understood: keeping appearances. “Here, just let me.” 

Reigen felt the pressure on his cheek equalize, feeling more like a tiny blanket across his wound. From the corner of his eye, he could see the bright magenta alight on his face. He slowly removed his own hand, and noticed the bleeding had mostly stopped. 

He looked back up at Serizawa.

“Hopefully, we can just do this until you get back to the client’s house, otherwise, we can do this until we get back to the office or find a bathroom somewhere. I’d be surprised if that couple didn’t help you out, though.” Serizawa said, while he inspected Reigen’s face and smiled faintly. 

Serizawa stood in front of Reigen, bathed in spots of sunlight and shirt unbuttoned far below halfway. The next few seconds were spent by Serizawa fully unbuttoning his shirt and Reigen frantically wracking his brain for a response, made much, much harder by the lovey-dovey gooiness that drowned him. 

“Aha, very smart, Serizawa.” Reigen said with ease. “Dependable!” He went to pat Serizawa’s back again, but halted when he realized his other hand was still bloody. 

Serizawa started to walk, but looked like he had forgotten something, so he turned back and took Reigen’s hand. “This will make it easier for me to concentrate on keeping the pressure there.”

Reigen was not shy about his staring this time, relishing in the way his shoulders flexed as he shrugged off his shirt. Soft and fuzzy skin met with the afternoon sunlight, making him just look golden . 

The walk back felt almost dreamlike in a similar way, Reigen’s face cradled by Serizawa’s soft, humming aura, hand in hand through the forest. 

They made their way back to the couple’s home, who then supplied Serizawa with towels and a blanket and Reigen with a bandage. They attempted to pay, but Reigen refused, insisting that putting the legend to rest was reward enough. 

On the train ride back to the office, it was Serizawa’s turn to stare. 

Reigen was talking about the next appointments for the day, loathing that Tome would have some choice words for him and his new injury later when they met for coffee during her lunch break. He was mostly just thinking out loud as usual, hardly ever glancing at Serizawa. 

“Arataka.” Serizawa said softly, breaking their surname rule for the nth time that day. 

Reigen hit pause on his monologue and turned his attention to his partner, “Hah?” 

But Reigen blue screened when Serizawa so, so gently placed his fingers over the bandage on the side of his face. 

“How does it feel?” He asked, and Reigen wasn’t sure he could take much more of this tenderness. 

“I am fine, Serizawa. It doesn’t even hurt.” 

Serizawa’s brows furrowed, “You aren’t out of the woods yet, though.” 

Reigen rolled his eyes half assed. After being in this business for as long as he has, he knew spiritual injuries differed from non-spirit induced ones. 

“I know, Serizawa.” Reigen replied without annoyance. 

The train was quiet for a short moment as Serizawa’s hand lowered to hold Reigen’s jaw, still grazing lightly. “I’m sorry I was too slow.” 

Reigen shoots that down before it can land, “Hey, don’t worry about that, okay?” 

Serizawa took a deep breath before speaking, “You really should stand back more during missions, you know.” 

“Yeah.”

“But really, good job today.” Reigen said after a few seconds. “You look great, also.” 

Serizawa flushed, suddenly nervous, “I–ah, thanks.” 

Reigen just leaned his side into Serizawa and they spent the rest of the train existing in each other’s spaces, no other people on the train to clutter it. 

When they got back, Serizawa stopped by his apartment to pick up a spare suit. The rest of the day faded into the evening, and faded into closing time. 

Reigen flexes his newly freed wrist from Serizawa’s aura. 

The idea that follows both scares and deeply, deeply excites Reigen. 

As stated earlier, today is not the first time Reigen had his fantasies, specifically ones about Serizawa and his powers. 

Reigen thinks about being bound at the ankles, thighs, and wrists by the violet glow. He thinks of Serizawa using his aura to shut him up, from making so much noise like a disobedient lover. He wants, so badly, to be bent in half and fucked senseless by him. He wants Serizawa to lose himself in the feeling. He wants him, all of him. 

He thinks of being at the mercy of Serizawa, and finds comfort in the thought. 

But it also makes him nervous. 

They only started dating a few months ago, and though it’s not like they’ve never had sex before, Reigen wants to keep Serizawa for as long as he can and not scare him off. He knows Serizawa might be hesitant, especially using his aura. He is so incredibly silken in his love, soft and delicate, and so cautious. 

And Reigen doesn’t know how long he’ll stay. 

So he’d rather play it safe. 

For now.

Usually, Reigen and Serizawa stay after closing for one reason or another. But today, they were simply too tired and dying for a shower after the River Incident.

“Your place or mine?” Reigen asks, gathering his things into his bag. 

“Yours. I still haven’t fixed the bathroom light…ehe.” Serizawa reaches up to scratch the back of his neck in classic Serizawa fashion. 

Reigen flips the sign on the front door of the office to the “CLOSED” side, and locks it. 

“I can do it for you, you know. I’m not called Arataka “Good With His Hands” Reigen for nothing.” 

“No one calls you that.” 

“I can fix a faulty wire or two, though.” Reigen muses as they walk to the train for the second time today. 

Reigen unlocks the door to his apartment, still chattering about the importance of handiwork and knowing how to DIY. His bag slumps onto the floor next to the couch and he immediately takes off his outer blazer. Serizawa follows and slips off his shoes. 

Reigen flops onto the couch, finally allowed to sprawl on a cushiony surface for the first time since waking up in the morning. He bemoans the fact Serizawa has not joined him on the couch.

Serizawa relents, “Can I use your shower?” 

The events of the day come back to Reigen, and he nods and shoos him off. 

Reigen flicks on the TV to a random channel, mostly background noise for pouring a glass of wine. The muffled sound of the shower in the next room fills him with an unfamiliar but warm feeling. The domesticity of it all, the trust. 

Eventually, Serizawa emerges with wet hair and fresh clothes, looking comfortable and cozy in a video game tee and grey sweats. He joins Reigen on the neighboring cushion on the couch this time. 

They each had a drawer of spare clothes at each other’s apartments, and this started before they began dating. Too many times found a too-drunk Reigen hardly being able to stand, let alone walk, and a tired (and also drunk) Serizawa just found it easier to let him crash at his place. Maybe it was an excuse to see him in the morning and make him breakfast, even if hungover. 

Or, when Reigen got hit with a spirit-sickness (“You’re too reckless, Arataka”) and Serizawa wanted to watch over his symptoms, being an esper and all. 

Serizawa had his own days, too.
The very first time Reigen had concluded he had indeed fallen for Serizawa, was after a long, long night of lost time and deep conversations. It was shared over ramen, then a shared bottle of beer that almost entirely went to Reigen, then 2 AM convenience store snacks. The alcohol wore off by then. 

That night, Serizawa had laid himself bare. Maybe it was the buzz, or the previous case that left both of them a little shaken, or simply just the way Reigen was looking at him, listening to him. He let Serizawa rant for over an hour mostly about himself, his fears, his shame, as he drove around Seasoning City in the rental car with twelve hours left in its contract, streets quiet with sleep and night. Eventually, even the car fell silent, and Reigen had thought Serizawa was back inside his head. But when he parked outside his apartment, he saw that Serizawa was actually asleep in the passenger seat. Before then, he had never seen Serizawa asleep, not even when he looked like he should after exam week, or when he first started at S&S and just always looked like fatigue sunk into every muscle and bone in his body. 

Sleeping, Serizawa was the most relaxed Reigen has ever seen him. He realized that either Serizawa was too tired to make it to his apartment for rest, or he trusted Reigen enough to forget survival, and choose comfort. And Reigen had convinced himself it was simply the former. 

He really didn’t want to wake him, but he also couldn’t just leave him in the car for the rest of the night. He reached out to touch him with the same amount of carefulness one would produce when attempting to coax a stray cat to food. It took every single nerve inside Reigen to put a conscious effort not to stroke Serizawa’s dark hair out of his face and run a hand through it, and lean in to place a goodnight kiss on his forehead. Instead, he gently nudged his shoulder and whispered his name, guiding him by the hand to wakefulness. 

Serizawa blinked and yawned, and upon realizing where he was and the situation he was in, he jolted upright, apologizing profusely. Reigen was kind, as always, and offered to walk him to his door. As they traveled in silence, Reigen noticed something off about his companion. Not the nervousness from before, not the embarrassment that years ago would have settled deep in his lungs.

Serizawa unlocked his door, and took a single step into his dark apartment. Reigen said goodbye, goodnight, take care. Maybe it was the sudden realization of seeing Reigen turn and walk away, seeing him start the reality of leaving that caused Serizawa to reach out and grab onto his wrist.

No, this was…

“Can you stay?”

Loneliness. 

Rather, a call from isolation. 

And who was Reigen to leave it unanswered?

They spent a lot of nights together after that one. And a year and a half later, they gave it a name. Neither of them had said the word, love. They both felt it, and they both knew, at least a little bit, what it was. But for now, they were okay with taking their time. 

Reigen gets up from the comfort of the couch, intent on showering himself. His hand is still being held by Serizawa when he leaves, letting their touch linger until they’re too far apart. 

He turns the shower handle on and pulls it so it’s on the hot setting. Serizawa loves a cold shower. 

The room fills with steam and humidity, fogged up glass and mirrors. Reigen feels his bones relax against the heat, and stands idly as the water coats his body. 

The soap in Reigen’s hands leaves a trail of pleasantly faint floral suds across his bare chest. He likes that he can still feel Serizawa’s presence in the shower, walls still wet with condensation and bottles moved around from minutes before. It’s comforting, being encompassed by him. And he knows better, he really does, but the persistent feeling of Serizawa all around him, the image of him sharing this space with him.

Serizawa’s shirt, wet and pressed flat against his skin, his large hands reaching to unbutton it. Bare skin peeking out of the white fabric, warm and tan and soft. He remembers from the hours before, watching his partner walk shirtless through the wood back to the client’s home, etching how every shadow splayed across the planes of his back into his memory. He remembers the sunlight, splotches from the tree canopy onto his skin, warming it. 

He remembers the other times he’s seen Serizawa shirtless. The first time was at the onsen, but that one doesn’t count, really. The second also the third time they had sex, the previous two being a slow, half-clothed, sweet and sensual few hours. Reigen would never pressure Serizawa into doing anything he didn’t want to, but he was extremely, extremely interested in seeing what Serizawa’s bare body would look like. At the time, Reigen had gotten hints of a thick layer of dark body hair staring at his chest when he’d unbutton a few during a hot day at work, but Serizawa has always been a little shy. 

But he’s gotten more of a taste recently, at beach outings, shared showers, and he’s been happy to wait for Serizawa to open up as he pleases. 

But right now, in the shower alone, Reigen grows impatient. 

His hand slips slowly, low beneath his belly button. Tracing invisible lines over his skin, having forgotten the soap for now. He lightly teases himself, carding his fingers through the coarse hair there. He pulls back up again, and his breath hitches. 

It’s too scary to admit to Serizawa what he wanted, but indulging in his own fantasies by himself wouldn’t cause any harm. Right?

Reigen sinks to the cold floor, getting as comfortable as possible in the cramped and hard shower. His legs prop up on either side of the walls, and he leans back. He’s done this before, and his spine will scold him later like it has in the past, but he doesn’t care right now. 

He sighs, still relaxed by the heat and the water hitting his body. His right hand travels low again, this time only brushing his fingers against his clit, and fuck , he is way more turned on that he thought he was. His left hand moves to cover his mouth from betraying his brain, and his fingers move towards his entrance. He slides back up, fingers now thoroughly wet, not just from the water. 

He moves two fingers around his clit, slow at first. 

He imagines the fantasy from earlier. 

Serizawa is rough handling him, pushing Reigen against the bed or desk or wall or literally whatever, his hands bigger than his own, bigger than his waist, his wrists, his neck. Reigen’s moan is overcome by Serizawa kissing him, swallowing, devouring him. Through closed eyes, Reigen feels his hands being yanked up above his head, Serizawa’s hand a binding force against his wrists. Then he feels hands against his knees, pulling them apart and the weight of Serizawa’s waist against his own hips, already grinding against him, fast and impatient. He wants Serizawa to fuck him stupid. Reigen could cry with desire, with how terribly he wants to be used by Serizawa like this.

His pace quickens, circling around himself with more pressure. 

His hips roll.

Fantasy Serizawa wastes no time, tearing off clothes and leaving the bare minimum on, just for ease of access. When he parts himself from Reigen, who’s left breathless and dazed, he conjures his aura. Lavender rings restrain Reigen’s limbs, rendering him prone. Reigen moans at the thought. 

When Serizawa enters Reigen, he shivers and his immediate reaction is for his hands to fly up and curl around Serizawa’s neck and shoulders in a hug, but the aura doesn’t let up. The torture of being still when getting fucked feels so good, more like being spoiled than being tortured. 

Serizawa fucks Reigen hard and ruthless. Reigen’s eyes are already gathering tears at the pace, his love spilling out of him like a broken artery. He opens his mouth to cry out Serizawa’s name, but realizes he’s even been gagged with his aura. 

Reigen’s hand moves faster and harder. He’s getting lost in it.

He hears his fantasy lover groan and sigh and moan into his mouth, words barely coherent as they fight against the fog of pleasure. And he’s swearing, breath hot and stirring with Reigen’s. He’s still bound by Serizawa’s will, and he realizes Serizawa has even started using his aura to grip on Reigen’s hips and push them down against his own.

“So fucking good, Taka.” 

“You feel so good.”
“Fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”
“For me.” 

Reigen bites down on his knuckles as he comes onto his fingers, still rubbing hard and large circles against his pussy, riding out the feeling as his legs shake. 

His breath evens out after a little bit, and he sighs again. 

He’s satisfied, but even still, even a tiny bit of something is missing. He knows it won’t be the last time this fantasy rears its head. 

Some minutes later, Reigen exits the bathroom to find Serizawa with all four limbs on the couch, holding a pillow between his thighs and chest. Something twists in him, perhaps guilt or shame, upon seeing Serizawa, the man he just came to (hard, not to mention), is none the wiser on his couch, watching a stupid medical drama that even Reigen can see is inaccurate. 

It’s not so strange, isn’t this what partners do?

“Oi,” Reigen says, pushing the discomfort aside.

Serizawa turns back towards him, “Hey. How was the shower?”
The Reigen inside his head stutters and stumbles, but the outer one is suave and confident, “Relaxing. Wanna watch a movie?” 

“Yeah.” Serizawa pats the cushion next to him. 

Reigen makes his way around and onto the couch next to Serizawa, cuddling up as he opens himself to be the big spoon. As soon as he’s close enough, he sees Serizawa eyeing his fresh bandage over his cheek from earlier. 

“I’m okay, Tsuya.” Reigen offers gently. 

Serizawa meets his eyes, “Just checking.” 

The movie they choose is as boring as it was when it started forty-five minutes ago, but it doesn’t matter, it never really does. Usually something happens in the movie that gets them both talking about it on a tangent, then another tangent, and another. “Wanna watch a movie” is more or less their way of asking “hey, wanna have a conversation about something random for an hour then fall asleep together?”

Which is how they ended up here, tangled in each other, Reigen ranting ceaselessly and Serizawa hugging him from behind. 

Serizawa’s hand lifts slightly from Reigen’s waist as an empty cup leaves the side table and hovers over to the kitchen sink, which completely halts Reigen in his train of thought. He watches the cup like a cat watching a laser pointer. 

“Sorry, you were saying?” Serizawa re-tightens his grip around the other man, as if to portray attentiveness. 

Reigen relaxes against Serizawa’s chest, and pauses, “You know, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” 

Serizawa chuckles against Reigen’s neck, “I didn’t think I would either.” 

“I mean,” Reigen turns back to look more at Serizawa, “it’s nice, though. Not just in the convenience sense either, of course. I like it.” 

Reigen turns back to the TV, bemoaning his cursed tongue that moves faster than his brain, made worse by the gooey feelings that clouds his thoughts when he’s around Serizawa, in his arms no less. He’s prideful, and knows he’s a good talker. 

But nothing humbles Reigen more than love, apparently. 

When he first diagnosed himself with a crush on his co worker (it was more like Reigen submitting defeat), it was so bad he couldn’t look at Serizawa smile without immediately feeling fireworks in his throat. Or, god forbid, Serizawa laughing. Sometimes, Serizawa would pull him in or grab his shoulder or side during a fight, and each touch felt like Reigen was made of glass and Serizawa was the fire that molds it.

It would be so distracting, at times, Reigen’s usual over-rehearsed salestalk would stutter and skip like a bad DVD, with a lot of uh’s and um’s in between. In which, with the same fear of an astronaut approaching a black hole, he realized he had reached the point of no return. 

But now, with Serizawa cuddled behind him, sitting on his own couch in his apartment, he also realizes that he never stood a chance. He still short circuits, months later. 

Serizawa buries his face in the nape of Reigen’s neck and hums, sending a low vibration directly down his spine, and it feels electric. Reigen tries his very best to hide the gasp he just gasped, and covers it with a chuckle. 

It doesn’t work. 

In fact, it has the opposite effect: making him even more giddy and idiotic. 

He reaches behind him to ruffle Serizawa’s hair and leaves his hand somewhere in the crook of Serizawa’s neck and collarbone. 

He’s got this. He can do this.

Then the world caves in when Serizawa places his lips on Reigen’s neck. His soft, revoltingly gentle kisses trail around the side of his neck, and he rests his chin there. 

“You’re funny, Taka.” Serizawa’s voice rolls out slow and low, right next to Reigen’s ear. Come on . 

Reigen just strokes Serizawa’s temple and runs a hand through his hair, weighing his options. 

One, he ignores Serizawa. He imagines the broken hearted puppy dog eyes glittering back at him and immediately scratches the idea.

Two, he ignores him, but still reciprocates affection. He may have the strength to not bend to his own desires, but he is not strong enough to deny Serizawa kisses and touches. 

Three, he gives up. It’s the easiest option of the three. But he is no quitter! He’d sooner die than quit! 

Serizawa turns his attention back at Reigen’s neck, and bites softly. 

It’s embarrassing how easy it is to make Reigen go with option three. 

Selfishly, Reigen tilts his head back and to its side, allowing more space for Serizawa. He’s leaving kisses and bites and Reigen sighs. Serizawa takes the opportunity in earnest, intent on leaving a mark or two. 

Serizawa’s hands are around Reigen’s belly and waist, until one of them flips the hem of Reigen’s shirt and slides against his bare frame. 

“Katsuya,” Reigen gasps, voice quiet. He intends to say more but the feeling of Serizawa nibbling the skin on his neck, his arms wrapped tight around him, legs between his own, it’s so much. Serizawa hums in reply, and Reigen wills himself to hold Serizawa’s wrist, and look back at his companion. He’s trying to look gentle and not at all crazed with lust, but still gets the unwanted response from Serizawa, who pulls back and looks nervous.

“S-sorry, I–” Serizawa stumbles. Reigen can’t let that slide. 

“No no, it’s good.” 

Reigen repositions himself so he’s facing Serizawa on the couch, which mainly includes half sitting in his lap. He places his hands on either side of Serizawa’s neck, hopefully to ease his worries at least a little bit. 

“Really, it’s good.” Reigen says, offering a small smile, but he’s still trying to catch his breath. 

Serizawa’s face is bestowed with a romantic rose hue across his cheeks and nose. His lips are parted and red, and in his eyes, desire hides behind a thin veil of concern. Everything about him, in his MGS shirt and soft sweatpants, is making Reigen want to absolutely pounce on him. 

“I just wanted to make sure, uh, ask you something first.” Reigen says, it feels like pulling teeth.

“Oh, yeah.” Serizawa places his hands on Reigen’s thighs. 

Serizawa is waiting for Reigen, but Reigen has no idea where to even start.
Hey, boyfriend of not even a full year, your psychic abilities turn me on and I want you to use them on me in bed! I know you’ve struggled deeply in the past with those aforementioned abilities, but you carry yourself with so much more confidence now, and it makes me happy!
Because I trust you! And I think I might be actually really in love with you! Hoooooly shit!!!

Too many words. 

“Ah,” Reigen breaks eye contact to look anywhere else, “nevermind. It’s no big deal.” 

“No, what’s up?” Serizawa’s hands move up to touch Reigen’s hands, they intertwine. “I don’t want to continue if something’s wrong.” 

“Nothing’s wrong!” Reigen clears his throat, “It’s not bad.”

“I still don't want to do anything that you don’t want.” 

But Reigen does want. Badly.
And he’s giving this honesty thing a try. A real try.

“Um.” Great start. Awesome, even. Reigen takes a deep breath. “It’s about kinks, I guess.” 

Serizawa looks immediately less worried. “Oh,” a laughy sigh leaves his chest, “Taka, you don’t have to be nervous about that.” 

“I just don’t want to make you feel weird.” 

“I won’t judge.” 

“It’s kiiinda like bondage.”
“Still not weird.” 

“Ah…” 

Reigen imagines Serizawa actually agreeing to his proposition, living his fantasy. 

God, fuck it. 

“Your, um, aura.” Reigen says.

Serizawa’s eyebrows raise, clearly surprised. But he doesn’t move. He waits for Reigen to continue. 

“Like, you can restrain stuff. So, I was thinking that.. you could…restrain…me. With your, you know, aura. I want you to use your abilities on me.” 

A very, very short beat of silence.

“Of course I don’t wanna make you do that if you don’t feel comfortable or anything like that is the last thing I wanna do so don’t worry about it okay? We’re good, you know? It’s totally fine–” 

“Taka, it’s okay.” Serizawa finally says. His face is unreadable, but so far, this is going way better than Reigen thought it would. He can feel the heat radiating off his own face, and he can only imagine how much of a sweaty train wreck he looks like. 

“I guess I’m just surprised.” Serizawa starts tracing patterns on Reigen’s hands. “But I’m not upset. I’m more curious, if anything. What made you start liking it?” 

Reigen didn’t think he’d make it this far. The gooey feelings are coming back. “Ah, I like seeing you in your element.”

He continues. “And seeing you fight, you get really focused and serious. And the business card thing was really clever. You’re still so careful though, and that’s good because that’s important to you. You’re good at that.”

“I also like it when you use it for little everyday things. I dunno, it’s just you. I like you.”
“And I’ve felt it before, your aura. It’s different from other ones, I’ve noticed. Like, today, at the river, it feels like soft static. But it also feels…warm? Kinda just like a really nice hug. And, sometimes, when you dream, your aura activates a little bit, and it’s comforting and soothing to sleep next to. I really like that it reflects how you’re feeling. Once, that happened, the dream thing, it woke me up for a second, but you were still hugging me, and I don’t think I’ve ever slept as well as I did then. Heh.” 

If Reigen could see Serizawa’s heart, he’d see a flourishing garden.

When Reigen meets Serizawa’s gaze again, he sees Serizawa wide eyed, but intensely and utterly fond. He is truly a deep shade of red now, still holding onto Reigen’s hands.

“So, uh, yeah we don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, I understand.” Reigen laughs, mostly to clear the silence and exhale any leftover nerves. It’s really hard to look at Serizawa when he’s looking at Reigen like he’s been positively spellbound.

“Arataka, I…” Serizawa is trying to find his words, “I don’t know what to say.” It’s his turn to bashfully avert his gaze. “I’m just…really happy I think.” He laughs, airy and light. 

“Oh.” Reigen replies. He’s dumbfounded. He really didn’t think he’d make it this far. He’s sitting in Serizawa’s lap frozen in time. He has no plan. But he’s a good guesser, so he says, “Me too.” Except, it’s not really a guess, it’s the truth. 

Serizawa’s calloused fingers brush delicate shapes against the back of Reigen’s hands, and Reigen wonders what he ever did to deserve this. 

“I just never thought about it like that.” Serizawa says gently.

“Really?” Reigen asks, incredulous. “I find that hard to believe. I mean, if I had powers, I’d definitely experiment.” He muses, as if he’s not realized what exactly he’s implying. 

Serizawa goes even redder, and scratches the back of his neck, “W-well, I um…” he laughs nervously. 

“Aha! I knew it.” Reigen teases, he moves closer. 

“Spending my twenties in my room alone just gave me ideas. Can you blame me?” Serizawa laughs now, a real laugh. Reigen joins him, but he’s storing that image of Serizawa using his aura on himself somewhere in his mind for later. 

“Ah, but that isn’t what I meant.” Serizawa says, smile still plastered on his face. “I meant I never thought my aura could be…comforting.” The last word comes out with difficulty, and his gaze lingers on Reigen’s face. 

Reigen softens, as he is so used to Serizawa doing, “I don’t even think about it at all.” He shrugs, and continues, “It’s just you. It’s as part of you as your hands, your face, or your voice, or something.” 

And he can barely get out the last word when Reigen is pulled into Serizawa’s embrace. It’s a gentle thing, the way Serizawa slides his hands up Reigen’s wrists and pulls him in, pressed against his chest. He leans the side of his face on Reigen’s collarbone, and his own hands find their place at either of Reigen’s sides, just like before. 

Reigen immediately relaxes, and his hands hold around Serizawa’s back. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Serizawa had actually cast some kind of esper hypnosis on him or something. The way he melts into his touch every single time, as if a liquid filling a mold, is truly impressive. 

Reigen feels Serizawa hum against his skin more than he hears it. 

Something inside Serizawa’s rib cage clicks and ignites. Maybe it’s the fact there’s someone on this shared planet that isn’t scared of his admittedly formidable abilities, or the fact someone finds comfort in them, or someone finds it sexy.  

It’s dizzying. 

But you know what, Reigen would count this as a win. Even if the night didn’t end in him getting slammed against the headboard and covered with fresh blooming bruises and love bites, this is more than enough for him. It didn’t end terribly, in the slightest, and he even got to keep his boyfriend. He’s content, just sliding his hands up and down Serizawa’s back, on his couch, together. 

Then he feels Serizawa’s hand play with the waistband of his own pajama pants. 

“I also never thought it’d have this effect on you.” Serizawa says slowly, mostly into the fabric of Reigen’s shirt. Even with the clothing barrier, Reigen can feel the smile on Serizawa’s face. 

Reigen can literally only gasp in response, Serizawa having fully rendered him as useless as a cat being held by the scruff of its neck. 

Where’s your pride? Your valor? That was so unfair, he kicked you while you were down. Show him you mean business, and tease him back! Fight back, fight against the injustice before you! 

“Is this okay?” Serizawa asks, having moved his face to look more up at Reigen. 

Nevermind! 

“Y-yeah.” Reigen replies, somehow. It’s a miracle he hasn’t passed out at this point, honestly. 

The smile is back on Serizawa’s face, and Reigen feels like he just woke a sleeping dragon. 

Serizawa slides both hands into Reigen’s pants, gripping the squishy flesh on his hips. 

“Do you wanna tell me more about it?” Serizawa murmurs, voice low and relaxed. His head dips into the curve of Reigen’s neck, leaving kisses. He glides his tongue over the soft skin, tasting Reigen’s drumming heartbeat.

Reigen grips the shirt on Serizawa’s back, clinging for dear life. He hangs his forehead on Serizawa’s shoulder, finding solace in the soft warmth, and wills himself to answer Serizawa’s question.
“I… want you to touch me… with your aura.” Reigen sighs. 

“Mhm…keep going.” Serizawa slides his hands to fully grip around Reigen’s waist, stroking at his lower back. 

“I want you to hold me down… do whatever you want to me.”
“You’ve thought about this a lot, hm?” 

While they’re talking, Serizawa conjures his aura. His hands alight with a ultraviolet glow, and he touches the base of Reigen’s tailbone, sending a bolt of psychic energy up his spine. A trail of goosebumps follows the aura on Reigen’s skin, and he shivers. It feels electric, like the gentle graze of a cold knife against his skin. Not at all enough to cause harm, but enough to feel the edge.

“Katsuya...” Reigen gasps, “I didn’t know you could do that. Holy shit.”
“Did you like it?” Serizawa asks, pulling back enough to see Reigen’s face, but hands still gripped around his waist. 

“ Yes , god. So much.” Reigen replies, having thrown all shame to the wind. His hands take either side of Serizawa’s face and pull him into a deep, heavy kiss. He can feel the tiny smile on Serizawa, and can’t help but smile back. 

They’re barely coming up for air. It feels like a hundred hands grabbing everywhere at anything possible. They’re pressed against each other, but it’s not close enough. The desperate, hungry desire that’s rapidly building in both of them. Reigen’s hands wander up to Serizawa’s hair, and he cards through the dark curls. And, in an act of true devilry, Serizawa pushes down on Reigen’s hips, and thrusts his own waist up slightly. Serizawa is half-hard, and Reigen wants to explode. Reigen moans into the kiss, but pulls away.

Instead, he buries his face into Serizawa’s neck, “I want you to hold my legs down…and restrain my arms…Katsuya.” his voice is quiet and low. He kisses Serizawa between his jaw and the back of his ear. 

Serizawa hums and leans to reveal more of his neck to Reigen. His grip on Reigen’s hips strengthens, and he pushes down again, harder this time. 

Reigen whines, grinding back down into Serizawa’s lap, and he bites Serizawa’s neck. He feels Serizawa sigh as he pushes Reigen’s hips again. 

They continue like this for a little while, Reigen leaving hickeys on Serizawa’s skin and grinding against his lap. He can feel the shape of Serizawa’s cock through his clothes, and he wants so badly to rip them off so he can wrap his hand around him. He wants to see Serizawa’s come between his fingers, he wants to hear the pretty sounds and whimpers he makes. 

“Tsuya…” Reigen is trying to catch his breath, “let’s move.” 

Serizawa looks up at him, pupils blown and somehow still manages to look like a puppy, and nods ardently, “Okay.” 

Reigen gets up first, holding Serizawa’s hands. Serizawa immediately follows, leaving little space between the two men. Reigen is leading the way to his bedroom with Serizawa as his shadow, stumbling on turns and giggling like an idiot. He thanks his past self for picking a small apartment, as though he could afford anything bigger. Serizawa is kissing Reigen’s hands, and it’s clumsy, but neither of them can find it in them to care. 

The bedroom door opens, and Reigen is immediately crowded by Serizawa against the adjacent wall. It’s not what Reigen had in mind, the way Serizawa is gentle in this action. Serizawa does not push him against the wall, he presses him against it. He does not rip Reigen’s clothes off with reckless abandon, he takes his time, running his hands up and down his skin under his shirt. He’s not kissing him with world-ending lust, he’s kissing him with affection and deep, deep desire. Reigen figures that’s perfectly Serizawa, and thinks that’s all he wants right now. 

Serizawa pulls back from the kiss, and before Reigen can protest, his hands are held and his arms are lifted above his head. Serizawa doesn’t hold his wrists there, instead, he asks, “Can I take off your clothes?” It’s breathy, and hot against his face. Reigen looks up at Serizawa, dazed, and nods. 

“You have to say it.” Serizawa says, with no impatience in his tone. 

Reigen likes this about Serizawa, the need to have explicit confirmation, or maybe the way it forces him to talk when all he wants to do is moan.
“Yes.” Reigen breathes. Serizawa lifts Reigen’s shirt above his head and tosses it somewhere else in the room. A part of Reigen thinks if these clothes are actually dirty, only having been worn for a few hours after they both showered. But every thought is burnt at its ignition when he feels Serizawa place kisses on his bare chest. 

Serizawa is holding onto Reigen’s waist, leaving some gentle kisses and some that linger, leaving marks. He moves lower, almost kneeling, and Reigen can feel his pulse in his head. When Serizawa looks up at him, his hands are at the hem of Reigen’s pajama pants, and he can feel his breath against his lower belly. 

“Can I take off your pants?” Serizawa asks patiently, despite a clearly growing tightness in his sweats. 

“ Please .” Reigen sighs, he can’t even look at Serizawa, he can’t know what he has planned, or he might very well just come on the spot. His pants fall, and his bare legs meet the draft of the room. He tilts his head back against the wall and holds gently onto Serizawa’s head. 

He feels kisses, dozens or thousands, pressed into his waist, hips, his thighs. Serizawa is affectionately stroking any surface of Reigen he can touch, until his hands land on either hip. His kisses trail higher into Reigen’s inner thighs, and he hovers right above his boxers. 

“Taka, can I–” Serizawa starts to say. 

“ Yes, please, Katsuya.” Reigen interrupts. He’s patient, and willing to wait as long as it takes for Serizawa, but by god, he could punch through a wall with how horny he is right now. 

There’s a pause, but he still feels Serizawa’s warm breath on his body. 

Reigen looks down now, confused-worried, “Tsuya?” it’s so quiet and slurred, he’s not sure his partner would even understand him. 

Reigen’s eyes meet with Serizawa’s, and he licks Reigen's clit through his boxers, hard. 

Reigen’s head falls back against the wall as he moans, surprised but mostly extremely turned on. Quickly, Serizawa is standing again and kissing Reigen, deep and slow but less soft. When they part, Reigen opens his eyes and sees a very flushed, very heavy-breathing Serizawa crowding his vision, and he realizes Serizawa still has his clothes on.

“I wanna touch you.” Serizawa says, almost whispers. 

“Fuck,” Reigen moans shamelessly, “please.” 

Serizawa’s hand trails down Reigen’s chest, then his belly, then his waist, and slips his hand beneath his boxers. Reigen shudders and his hands fly up to hug around Serizawa’s shoulders, and he leans his head against his neck. 

Serizawa starts off gentle, barely applying pressure, exploring with his fingers. When his hand reaches Reigen’s entrance, he presses two fingers to it, not fully inside yet. 

“You’re really wet, Taka.” Serizawa says, thinking out loud.

Reigen can only whine and bury his face into Serizawa’s neck further. 

“I didn’t know this worked you up so much…” Serizawa says as he places a kiss on Reigen’s forehead. 

Serizawa pushes deeper inside, then drags his fingers back up to Reigen’s clit, placing one finger on either side. He starts moving, slow at first. Right now, Serizawa’s fingertips are buzzing with a very subtle electric, psychic static, glossy with how much anticipation has been building in Reigen. And it feels like heaven is always just out of reach, but in a way that keeps him coming back for more. 

Reigen gasps, and his hips jerk towards Serizawa’s hand. 

He takes this as his cue to go faster, harder. 

Serizawa’s hand is getting soaked, rubbing hard on Reigen’s clit. Reigen’s chest heaves and heaves, trying to keep up with the intoxicating pleasure absolutely wracking his body. He has no idea how he’s standing upright still, by now usually his legs shake and give out. He looks down, delightfully and deliriously greeted by the sight of violet light supporting his thighs, keeping them in place. 

“Katsu-ya-ah…” Reigen moans deliciously into Serizawa’s ear. His partner’s name falls off his tongue like silk and honey; smooth, gooey, and sweet. He could cry with how many things he’s feeling right now. 

Serizawa is leaning against the wall behind Reigen, one arm against it and the other down Reigen’s boxers. With Reigen whining and breathing hot moans into his face, Serizawa is really starting to get impatient. He moves to kiss the top of Reigen’s head through fake blonde strands, and stays there. 

“You’re doing good…” Serizawa mutters sweetly, revering in the broken moan that Reigen follows with. 

He starts fully circling Reigen’s clit, adding a third finger. He considers using an old trick from his own book.

Serizawa was twenty-something, alone in his room as he had gotten so used (numb) to. 

It was night, and the room was pitch dark. Save for the neon magenta glow that lined his hand between his thighs. 

It helped, sometimes. Just a short hour spent outside of his head, putting all that effort into indulgence rather than thinking. 

He picked up a thing or two from online porn, and deciding he’d sooner die than letting his mother find out he ordered a sex toy, he used himself as…practice. If he wants to gain better control over his abilities what better practice is there than yourself? 

The trick itself was pretty simple, since he didn’t feel comfortable with fully formed ‘objects’ yet. At the tips of his fingers he focused his aura into something voltaic, not dissimilar to the purr of a vibrator, but a lot less controlled. It was more like tiny shocks firing off frequently, 

He found that fucking himself with his extra stimulating, electrifying aura resulted in much, much better orgasms. 

But now, thirty-something and in his boyfriend’s bedroom, even with this newfound control, confidence, he’d rather not take the risk. He still doesn’t trust himself 100%, especially not in regards to Reigen, with how he makes his system go haywire. Instead, he sticks to the basics for now.

He moves his fingers down to Reigen’s entrance, pushing in two fingers gently. Well, he tries to, but Reigen is so wet that slow movements are actually more difficult to maintain. He tries to make sure his thumb is far enough to still stimulate his clit, and both of them are enjoying the perks of having large hands. Reigen jerks and shivers, gripping tight onto the front of Serizawa’s shirt. 

“Please…” Reigen breathes, it’s whiny and high and Serizawa knows he’s close. Serizawa thinks of how absolutely beautifully needy his companion looks beneath him, willing and wanting to give himself to Serizawa. He pushes his fingers further in, and he may be new at doing this on other people, but he knows Reigen. He knows him so well, in fact, that–

“A-ah! Tsuya!” Reigen moans, it’s obscene, the way he draws out his partner’s name. Reigen grabs onto Serizawa’s arm, shutting his eyes and rolling his hips against Serizawa’s hand the best he can manage. He’s burning in the face, head leaning lazily against the wall and breathing rapidly. His hair is flat against his skin and spiking up and out in various places. The light of the room makes him gleam with sweat at his forehead and neck, and Serizawa is losing impulse control. 

He fucks him, filling the room with debauched wet sounds and Reigen’s desperate moans. He goes harder, pushing in one, two, three, and a fourth time on his g-spot for Reigen to come on his fingers, in his boxers still. Reigen nearly screams Serizawa’s name as he does, before collapsing onto him, his whole body shaking. Serizawa catches Reigen, softly pulling out his fingers and stroking his hair with the other hand. 

“Oh my god…” Reigen says between breaths, “Holy fuck, Katsuya.” 

Serizawa’s smile is warm and amused, “Good?” 

Reigen reaches up to bring Serizawa down to his level, “So fucking good.” He says before kissing Serizawa, lazy and sweet. 

Reigen hums into Serizawa’s mouth, and slides his hand up his neck through his hair. The action sends a chill down Serizawa’s spine, and his hands wrap around Reigen’s waist. Reigen smiles into the kiss, “What about you, big guy?” He says, low and sultry. He pulls Serizawa flush against his own hips, grinding into him. Reigen is delighted to feel Serizawa’s hard cock through his sweatpants. 

Serizawa stutters, and turns his face to take a breath. Reigen leans on his chest, looking up at him, patient.

“Hm?” Reigen hums. 

Serizawa turns back at him, flustered and sheepish but smiling softly, “Taka…” 

Reigen smiles, and leans in to talk into Serizawa’s ear, “Tell me what you want.” He boldens, and palms at Serizawa’s cock. 

After the chaste kiss, Serizawa looks down at Reigen, suddenly serious.
“I want you.” He says, voice laced with anticipation. He brings Reigen in for an embrace, one hand at his waist and the other sliding up his bare back. He breathes against Reigen’s neck, “So bad.” 

Reigen shudders, and runs both of his hands up Serizawa’s shirt to stroke the fuzzy skin at his back. “God, yes.” He sighs. 

Serizawa leaves a kiss on Reigen’s neck before he says, “I want your mouth first, though.” 

And Reigen’s mouth waters at the thought, “Fuck, yes, Katsuya.” He pushes Serizawa away gently with a single hand on his chest, and he has a mischievous look on his face; eyes half-lidded and a cheshire grin across his lips.
He walks into Serizawa, backing him into the side of the bed. Serizawa sits with a ‘omf’ and follows Reigen with his eyes like he’s prey. Reigen kneels in front of his partner, and toys with the drawstrings on Serizawa’s pants. 

“Wanna take these off for me?” Reigen purrs. 

Serizawa pushes his hips upward and shuffles out of his pants and boxers, just enough for Reigen to have access. 

Reigen can’t keep his eyes off Serizawa’s cock as it bounces out of his boxers, tip flushed and leaking. He immediately leans forward, spreading his hands on Serizawa’s legs, into his inner thighs. He hums, and looks up at Serizawa, “Good boy.” 

Serizawa audibly gulps. Reigen takes a hand to Serizawa’s cock gently and gives a few experimental strokes, to which Serizawa tenses. “Ready?” He asks.

“Taka, please. ” Serizawa breathes. 

Reigen kisses his tip, “Relax, big guy. I’ve got you.” And he licks up Serizawa’s shaft before fully taking him into his mouth. 

Serizawa moans like he’s been holding it back for hours, and grips the sheets below him. 

The both of them don’t really make an experienced pair, at all. Reigen had a few flings in college, but they were mostly out of a perceived need. And Serizawa never let himself loosen up, even soon after Claw was destroyed. So Reigen had been his firsts for a lot of things, which subsequently is how Serizawa finds out he does indeed have a Larger Than Average Penis. 

Reigen moves up and down, following up with his hand right behind his mouth. He looks up at Serizawa, who has his face turned and eyes screwed shut, holding onto the bed sheets like his life depends on it, beads of sweat falling down his neck in a clear line. 

Reigen unlatches his mouth from Serizawa with an obscene wet sound, and Serizawa looks at Reigen, dazed and confused. As he turns, he makes an adorably perplexed and impossibly quiet “huh?”

“You should look at me.” Reigen says, sliding his hand up and over Serizawa’s on the bed. 

Serizawa looks embarrassed, “Sorry, I–” 

“No no, you don’t have to. Just enhances the experience…” Reigen’s gaze flutters down to his hand, “And you can do this too, if you want.” 

Reigen takes Serizawa’s hand, and places it over his own head. In reflex, Serizawa starts subtly stroking Reigen’s hair, and if Reigen lets himself face such emotions, no he doesn’t! 

“You can push and pull me.” Reigen says in response to Serizawa’s cute but blank expression. Upon realization, Serizawa flushes deeper, “I- are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’d like to see you try, Tsuya.” Reigen says without thinking, but quickly adds, “You won’t hurt me.” 

Serizawa still looks unsure, but doesn’t make any effort to move his hand. Reigen softens, “You don’t have to. But if you want, I can tap your leg if I need a break.” He says gently as he slowly slides his hand back up Serizawa’s shaft. 

Serizawa’s grip on Reigen’s hair tightens, and Reigen hums at the pleasant pressure. “I’ve got you.” He hovers over Serizawa, searching. He feels Serizawa push down his head, and eagerly takes him back in his mouth. 

Serizawa exhales a high whine, and his muscles relax. Reigen pats himself on the back for that one. 

Reigen gets back to it with a less forgiving pace this time. 

He bobs his head, twisting it for extra friction. He thinks Serizawa looks perfect like this, looking at him with black irises and furrowed brows. His mouth is just slightly open for heavy breathing, lips shiny with saliva. His cheeks are burning and rosy, and Reigen wants to brand this image into his memory for the foreseeable future. 

Reigen hollows his cheeks and dips, pressing his nose against Serizawa’s belly in the coarse fuzz there. He feels Serizawa’s cock hit the back of his throat and tries his best to ignore his gag reflex. Even though his eyes are tearing up, Reigen hums in bliss. 

“Ah-Ara-taka!” Serizawa cries out, pulling Reigen’s head away from his cock. He pops off with a line of drool still connecting his mouth to the tip, looking at Serizawa. 

“I…need you.” Serizawa says, labored and desperately through breaths. “Taka…come here.” 

Reigen’s heart skips several beats, and without so much a second thought, he joins him on the bed. When Serizawa slides off the rest of his pants and boxers, Reigen is met with open arms as he’s pulled forward over Serizawa. Reigen braces himself by placing his elbows on either side of Serizawa’s head, lowering to kiss him.

It’s fervent and unfeigned, unhinged in the way that desire causes hunger. They’re both moaning into each other, hardly focused on the actual act of kissing and more just on the closeness, the intimacy. Reigen straddles Serizawa’s lap, grinding his wet boxers against Serizawa’s bare, hard and needing cock. 

“Taka…” Serizawa sighs, “flip over.” 

And Reigen is not even given a chance, because within half a second his torso is all encompassed by Serizawa’s hands, and he’s pushed smoothly onto his back with his head against the pillow with a puff. He clears his bangs out of his face, only now realizing how messy it is. He shimmies out of his boxers and throws them somewhere unknown. 

Serizawa is on top of him in the next second, giving Reigen a front row seat to him taking off his shirt. Reigen can’t help but reach out, placing his hands on Serizawa’s belly, stroking gently and resting somewhere on his hips. 

The action is so affectionate, so fond, that it causes both of them to pause. 

Now, they both ground themselves. It’s around midnight on a Friday. They’re in Reigen’s bedroom, on his bed that is way too small for the both of them, coated in warm, low lamp light. They’re staring at each other, still trying to catch their breaths. It’s a moment that lasts a long time, the kind of moment where you can literally see and feel a long-term memory being formed. 

Serizawa clears his throat, “Um, I just wanted to say that I…don’t know if I’m ready to completely bind you with my aura.” He takes hold of Reigen’s hands in his.

If there was a genuinely kind way to scoff, Reigen does that, “Tsuya, don’t worry. Let’s just do whatever you like.” 

They’re close again, and Serizawa presses his palms into Reigen’s, sliding them up over Reigen’s head. 

And Reigen feels his wrists being enveloped in a familiar, soft static. 

“But I think…I can do this.” Serizawa says kindly, hovering directly over Reigen’s face. Reigen cranes his neck to look at his hands, his wrists that are bound with a violet glow. He tries moving, but the move is made in vain. 

He looks back at Serizawa, “Katsuya…” excitement is building in Reigen.

“But you have to tell me how it feels. Good or bad. And if you want me to stop. Okay?” Serizawa is serious now, searching Reigen’s face. 

Reigen can’t help the anxiety bubbling at his throat, so he asks, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Serizawa smiles again, “but answer my question too.” 

“Yeah. Yes, yes . Please .” Reigen sighs. “Kiss me.” 

And Serizawa does. 

When they part, Serizawa pulls back and sits on his heels, guiding Reigen’s legs further open. He presses his shaft against Reigen’s pussy, and they both shiver at the contact. 

Serizawa looks back at Reigen, head between his arms, face pink and yearning. 

“Ready?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” Reigen replies. 

Serizawa grinds his hips into Reigen’s, pushing and rolling between his folds. Reigen gives a soft hum, grinding back. 

“Tsuyaaa…” Reigen croons. “Please.” Fully relaxed, It leaves his mouth almost whispered. 

Serizawa’s breath hitches as he pushes inside. 

Serizawa takes it slow, taking in every movement and sensation.
Reigen is still so wet, and it’s driving Serizawa wild. The way Reigen looks under him, eyes half lidded and dark with something lascivious. From his cheeks to his chest blooms an amorous roseate tone against his skin, reflective in the moody light with a thin veil of sweat. 

Serizawa sees scars, blemishes, flaws and all. The bandage on his cheek might be a testament to one (or more) of those flaws, but it definitely reminds Serizawa of Reigen’s ordinaryness. He doesn’t have esper stamina, or rapidly healing skin, or protective powers. He lies, he lies for a living, and there is nothing more ordinary than lying to hide from something, or fake face. He’s like a vivisection below Serizawa, opened and stripped to his core. 

Serizawa likes it, seeing Reigen’s flaws, knowing them, he likes disliking them. Reigen isn’t perfect, and Serizawa wouldn’t have it any other way. 

In front of Serizawa, Reigen is laid bare.
He’s prone. And in a situation that might have really freaked Serizawa out years ago, Reigen is tied up by his own aura . This view doesn’t fill him with anxiety, though, Serizawa notices. 

Reigen cannot lie like this, figuratively and literally exposed. Reigen Arataka gave up his hands, his body language, to Serizawa. 

Serizawa knows this feeling, this warm, all encompassing benevolence. 

It’s trust. Despite it all, Reigen chooses truth and vulnerability in front of Serizawa. 

He offered himself on a silver platter, and Serizawa only took a small bite.
But it’s like he’s been starved, the way the small portion only wakes up his appetite. It doesn’t satiate. 

Serizawa only gets ravenous. 

Serizawa leans forward on his hands, bottoming out. Reigen swears under his breath, and Serizawa tries to catch his. He lays his head on Reigen’s, and stays there for a few seconds. 

“Good?” Serizawa breathes. 

“So good.” Reigen sighs back, writhing under him.

Serizawa leans on his elbows, and puts his face near Reigen’s neck. He starts moving. 

Reigen wants to reach up and wrap his arms around Serizawa, he wants to touch his face and hair and neck and everything, but the restraints taunt him. It’s exhilarating. 

Serizawa quickens his pace a little bit, and they both moan softly.  He nuzzles Serizawa’s face in an attempt to kiss him, and it works.
Serizawa’s thighs hit the back of Reigen’s with each thrust, and Reigen just wants to grab at the plush skin and grind against it. Normally the lack of attention to Reigen’s clit would be too distracting, but with Serizawa’s belly sometimes pushing against it, he doesn’t mind it at all. To be enveloped like this, surrounded by Serizawa, it just feels like sunlight. Reigen feels so warm, close as can be to Serizawa, covered like a cozy blanket by him.

Their lips part as Serizawa gasps, “Taka…” he half groans. He’s close enough to taste it when he talks, and it is delectable. Reigen hums as arches his back, rolling his hips, trying to match Serizawa’s rhythm. 

“F-fuck…” Serizawa huffs against Reigen’s skin. “Taka…” 

Reigen exhales a laugh, the kind of laugh that drunk Reigen makes. Serizawa tends to have a similar effect on him, though less mind-altering, and somehow more intoxicating. Addicting. 

He feels the chill of the room sink onto his skin, realizing that Serizawa had shifted back up into a more upright position. He wants to reach and pull him back, but Serizawa’s large hands trail down Reigen’s waist, attempting to cover as much surface area as the action can manage. Reigen thinks if Serizawa had multiple hands, they’d leave no space untouched. 

Reigen looks at Serizawa, who is sitting between his legs, holding his hips upward and against his own. He’s starting to look wrecked, but Reigen wants to see him ravaged. 

Serizawa continues his movements, pulling on Reigen’s hips. Reigen draws out a long, hot and sweet moan, tilting his head back. 

“Yes…m-more…” Reigen says, sounding slurred and utterly relaxed. 

The pace quickens, and Reigen feels the grip around his waist tighten hard. Serizawa’s breathing heavy and letting out gentle groans. 

It’s truly something out of fantasy, the unmatched feeling of Serizawa’s hot cock thrusting into Reigen, filling him, melting around him. 

“Katsuyaa-ahh…” Reigen moans low, squirming in his grip. He shifts one of his legs to rest on Serizawa’s shoulder. Serizawa retightens the grasp he has on Reigen’s waist, and thrusts again, hitting his g-spot. Reigen tenses around Serizawa and his body jolts, “Ah! Th-there, right there! Ah, fuck…” 

Serizawa swears under his breath, but doesn’t stop or slow down. He shuts his eyes, head falling slack to the side, and he must not realize the amount of pressure he’s applying to Reigen’s waist, because now it is enough to leave bruises. Not that Reigen is complaining. 

Reigen is moaning, louder and higher with each breath, “Tsuya…”

The force of each thrust goes directly to each of their dicks, and clouds their minds in a lovey-dovey haze. 

Serizawa’s groans are deep, soft but guttural. He’s starting to sound desperate, and Reigen thinks it is a divine sound. 

Reigen throws his head back and closes his eyes, not paying attention to the volume of his own voice. He can barely hear it after all, just babbling cries of ‘Tsuya’s and ‘yes’s and swears. It just feels so fucking good , Reigen is blissing out. 

It takes Reigen a second to notice, but his body is absolutely buzzing . Like the euphoric peak of a high. He looks down at his body, and nearly comes at the sight.  

Serizawa is holding onto Reigen’s hips like a lifeline, and groaning loud, like an earthly tremor. His hands are ablaze in ultraviolet psychic energy that sparks out like unpredictable electricity. His touch feels like placing a sparkler close to Reigen’s skin, tingly and prickly, but not at all painful or unpleasant. It’s like being licked by flames in a fiercely thrilling way. 

But most of all, Reigen feels a profound warmth. He sees it, too. 

Around his bare body is a swirling, ghostly violet glow. It snakes around him like rings orbiting a planet. In his fucked out daze, he can spot some vague shapes in the aura, hand-like. He writhes under the touch of a hundred hands, and they all feel like Serizawa’s. It’s overwhelming, it’s so hot and so intensely affectionate. 

He looks back at Serizawa, who still has his eyes shut and face flushed a pretty red, sweat falling off his chin. Reigen wonders if Serizawa is even intending to do all this with his aura, or if he’s just so lost in the feeling, causing this erotic lightshow. 

The thought of him being so into it that he doesn’t (or can’t ) control his aura is purely electrifying, and Reigen rolls his head back, moaning out Serizawa’s name. His wrists strain against the psychic restraints. 

Serizawa falls forward again, leaning in close and squaring in Reigen with his forearms. He latches onto Reigen’s neck, leaving wet and harsh kisses. Between them, he grunts and sighs Reigen’s name against his skin. He bites and licks, and Reigen wants to scream. Serizawa shifts, sliding one hand down to under Reigen’s knee, lifting one of his legs. The new position allows for easier thrusts, and Serizawa takes advantage. 

The sound is beyond obscene, their voices intertwined with wet slapping skin, the bed creaks and creaks. Serizawa finally opens his eyes to look at his lover. “Ara-taka…” he moans, “Y-you’re so…so good…” 

Reigen’s eyes flutter languidly at the man hovering over him. He blinks a few times, not sure if what he’s seeing is real. Serizawa’s eyes are usually a deep warm brown, but if he looks closely, Reigen swears he can see a subtle violet glow in his irises. 

Serizawa’s gaze is heavy and venereal and half-lidded, but tender, too.

“Good?” He pants. 

“Mm-so… fucking good, Katsuya…” Reigen chokes out. 

Another good thing about this new position is the angle. Serizawa’s neck relaxes, tilting his head upward. He grips onto Reigen’s leg and hip, and fucks into him with fervor. Serizawa feels impossibly hot surrounded by Reigen, and it’s ecstasy. He knows he hit his g-spot when Reigen jolts and arches his back. 

“Ah! P-please, don’t st-op, fuck…” Reigen slurs. “K-tsuya!” 

Serizawa moves his hand from Reigen’s hip to toy with his clit instead, it’s cute and wet and flushed. His fingers are still buzzing with his aura when he rubs at it.

Reigen thrashes under him, “Ahh! Yes, yes , Tsuya-ah! ” he nearly screams. He’s completely reduced Reigen to a disheveled wreck, babbling a string of ‘yes, god, please, fuck me’s and a lot of swears. Serizawa wants to taste him, but fucking him just feels too good. 

He keeps his hand there, not letting up his pace, until Reigen goes quiet. Reigen’s body stills and his running mouth is halted in its tracks, until he exhales a sweet, sweet and wholly immodest moan vaguely in the shape of Serizawa’s name. Reigen comes hard on Serizawa’s cock before he goes limp, chest heaving and, fuck, Serizawa is close too. 

Serizawa feels Reigen tighten around him, and his cock is still pulsing, still fucking Reigen. With all the slick, it’s hard not to bottom out each time, hitting his g-spot again and again. 

“Tsu…ya…” Reigen murmurs weakly, “I- f-fuck ye-es …” his legs shake, his eyes roll back. 

Serizawa grabs the curve of Reigen’s waist and brings him in, pushing him onto his cock. It’s intoxicating, it’s maddening. He’s so close, he’s right there.
“T-Taka-hah!” Serizawa pulls out just before coming onto Reigen’s belly, letting his cock rest and grind against Reigen’s spent pussy. 

Reigen flinches at the movement, beyond oversensitive, coming a second time (fourth time for the day, but who’s keeping track). He wriggles his wrists, still bound by the aura. Serizawa falls forward, forearms next to either side of Reigen’s head, trying to catch his breath. 

Below him, Reigen looks like the textbook definition of ‘fucked out,’ hair flat against his sweaty face, eyes shiny with an amorous glaze, hammering heart still coming down from the high. 

But when he sees tear streaks on Reigen’s cheeks, the post-nut clarity hits Serizawa like a bus. He lets go of his aura, freeing Reigen from the restraints, but he doesn’t move his arms.

“Ah, Taka?” he asks. There’s worry in his voice but it’s so ruined and rough that it comes out more tired, “are you okay?” He shifts himself so he’s sitting next to Reigen rather than on top of him, placing a gentle hand on Reigen’s (non-injured) cheek, rubbing his thumb over one of the tear lines. 

Reigen leans his face into Serizawa’s palm, “Holy fucking shit.” he says, hoarse and a little quiet. “I’m good…” 

“Was I too, um, rough?” Serizawa inquires, anxious. He strokes some of Reigen’s hair out of his face. 

Reigen just pathetically attempts to move his arms, but they’ve been noodlefied. “No.” he says instead, “you weren’t.” 

Serizawa relaxes, even if he’s not completely convinced. A smile finds its home on his face as he moves to stand, “I’ll get you a cloth, okay?” he says to Reigen. He hears a noise of protest from the lump on the bed that is Reigen, before he sees Reigen sit up on his elbows. His arms wobble a little bit, but he pauses and tries again, sliding his legs off the opposite side of the bed to stand. Serizawa watches him with skepticism. 

Reigen says, “I got it,” before taking a single step and feeling his knees fully yield to his weight. Serizawa reacts fast, throwing his arm out to catch him with his aura. 

Serizawa just chuckles fondly. 

“Hmm…” Reigen puts a hand on his chin. “Maybe you should get it.” 

“Yeah. Just lie down.” Serizawa smiles softly, shoving Reigen playfully with his aura back into bed. 

Serizawa wets a hand towel with hot water in the restroom. He sees himself in the mirror, and he looks like he just came back from a run. His face is still rosy and his hair is an absolute mess and he’s practically glowing with sweat, but he doesn’t hate what he sees. He’s relaxed, too tired to tense his muscles, even subconsciously. Serizawa doesn’t think he’s ever seen himself in the mirror and not immediately started boarding the self depreciation train. 

But like this, covered in hickeys from Reigen, body astir with leftover nerves, and basking in the afterglow, he would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. He thinks this looks good on him, that Reigen looks good on him. 

He re-enters the bedroom and crawls back into bed next to Reigen, who’s lying face up with his eyes closed, one arm across his forehead. He opens one eye, feeling Serizawa’s weight on the bed. 

“Hey.” Serizawa says, placing the towel on Reigen’s belly and wiping gently. “How are you feeling?” 

Reigen looks surprised at the contact but instantly relaxes again, “I’m good.” The last word is drawn out as he sighs contently. He turns to face Serizawa, “Thank you.” 

Serizawa is suddenly bashful, and holds the towel in both hands as he takes it away when he’s done, looking down at it. He’s not sure what, but a feeling grows in his core. Like the barely contained excitement clawing at one’s throat, fighting to free itself. 

Reigen eyes him up and down, “You okay?” 

Serizawa jumps out of his thoughts. “Yeah.”
Reigen does not take that as a satisfactory answer. He sits up and faces Serizawa, “Really?” 

“Yeah.” Serizawa assures. He takes a second to think, then says, “I think I’m just…still reeling.”

Reigen watches him curiously, then grins, “That good, huh?” 

“Ah, no. I mean, yes, I-” Serizawa sighs but there’s a smile on his face, “hold on.” 

“I’m just thinking, I’ve really never thought you’d see my aura like that.” Serizawa says, then quickly corrects himself, “N-not that it’s bad, it’s not, it’s just, I’m just surprised you think it’s, um, comforting.” 

Reigen just sits quietly, facing Serizawa with a soft expression.

Serizawa fidgets with his hands. “I’ve always associated my aura with my…capacity. Until a few years ago, I rarely used my abilities outside of combat or training settings. At first, I was too scared to use them at all. Eventually I got used to it, and would use them for little things. Then while with, um, Claw, I almost never used them outside combat or training settings. So I just thought…that was its purpose.”

He suppresses the urge to say ‘ his’ purpose. 

He continues, “For a long time, I thought my aura was only there to hurt others. That’s all it had done at that point, anyway.” He clears his throat, “But then I learned…how to control it. And being with you- er- Sprits & Such, getting to help people, it’s just something I could never have imagined. If you told me five or six years ago that my abilities were being used to help people, I’d think it was some cruel joke…Um, so, hearing how you feel about it was just…jarring…in a nice way.” 

Reigen, for all his talent of the tongue, is speechless.
A large part of him feels out of sorts, seeing as this was his idea, and Serizawa did agree to it, but it’s just a feeling unshakeable. 

But a larger part of him feels fond. Lovesome is another accurate word, but Reigen isn’t sure he’s ready to drop the L Bomb just yet. 

“I mean it, you know.” Reigen says.

Serizawa looks up at him now, listening. Maybe he’s speechless, too. 

“I trust you. There is no way I’d let just anyone do…all that. Aura or not. I like your aura because it is an extension of yourself.”
He stops himself from saying ‘the more of you I can get, the better.’ 

Reigen searches Serizawa’s face. 

He decides he’ll say the thing he knows is gnawing at Serizawa’s mind, “I’m not scared of you, Katsuya. I’ve never been.” 

Yeah, Serizawa is speechless. He just stares back at Reigen. 

“I know I said it already, but it feels safe. You make me feel safe.” Reigen says it seriously, yet simply. 

There’s a pause, before Serizawa exhales a laugh, then another. He sniffles, wiping one of his eyes with the heel of his palm. 

“Sorry.” Serizawa says. He doesn’t really look it, though. 

Reigen can’t stop the smile on his face. He scoots closer to Serizawa and takes his face in one hand, thumbing at the barely-formed tears. “For what?” He asks. 

“For crying after sex.” Serizawa replies, sounding defeated but still smiling softly, tiredly. 

Reigen laughs, “I think I prefer this to anything else.” 

And before either of them can give that any more thought, Reigen kisses Serizawa. It’s not hot and heavy, but it’s passionate. They stop and open their eyes, but neither of them pull away for a while. Until Serizawa yawns. 

Reigen just falls back against the bed dramatically, “You said it, big guy.”
Serizawa lays next to Reigen, cuddling up against him. 

They’re facing each other on their pillows. 

“I kinda like it when you call me that.” Serizawa says. 

“What, big guy?” Reigen grins. 

“Yeah…and, um…” Serizawa trails off, blush creeping back to his cheeks. 

Reigen laughs, “Tsuyaaa…” he teases, pressing his hips against Serizawa’s, “how will I know what to say if you don’t tell me?” 

“I like it when you call me a good boy.” Serizawa says, as if he’s testing the waters. 

Reigen hums, nuzzling his face in Serizawa’s neck. “Good to know…” 

Serizawa wraps his arms around Reigen’s back, stroking softly. Reigen leans in close, right to Serizawa’s ear, “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Reigen feels a very familiar burst of energy rush up his spine. “Tsuya!” he gasps, smiling as he turns away. He supposes it’s only fair for teasing him.

Serizawa doesn’t let him get far, though, pulling Reigen back into his chest. “Does it really feel that intense?” He says, talking into Reigen’s hair.
Reigen hugs him back, “It’s just…exciting.” 

“...I think you’re cute, Arataka.” Serizawa says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Reigen cuts him off with a long groan, settling comfortably in his arms. Serizawa chuckles, lighthearted. 

“You’ll change your mind in the morning.” Reigen says sleepily. Serizawa knows it’s meant to be a joke, but he still disagrees. 

“Goodnight, Taka.”
“Night, big guy.” 

The next morning, Reigen wakes up slow and unhurried. 

Two large arms hug Reigen from behind, and a heavy head leans against the back of his neck. The room is starred with sunlight peeking through the negative space of the trees outside his window, casting a blanket of subtle warmth on the two figures in bed. It coaxes him back to sleep, but something is…askew. 

Reigen tries to reach up to touch his face without waking Serizawa. His hand touches the bandage on his cheek, patting it gently. Then patting it harder. He doesn’t feel a wound where one used to be. Serizawa had said it would have likely taken longer than a single day for it to heal. 

Reigen comes to the realization that Serizawa, on top of everything else, may or may not have the ability to rapidly heal wounds. 

He is truly, in every sense of the word, freakishly lucky.