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Shige would never get used to this. It was not only the danger, the screams, the bodies count – on both sides – or even the bothering fact that he was taking some creatures’ lives. The worst part of being a fighting idol was the smell. The monsters’ scent was awful enough, but the blood... It had been years, and yet he still couldn't handle it.
After a battle, he often went to isolate himself. It was exactly what they had been told not to do but he needed that time just by himself, sometimes to take a deep breath, sometimes to cry. It wasn’t as if he was putting himself in danger anyway, given his invisibility powers.
Shige always picked some places where most people wouldn’t find him, like an old building that was too close from the monsters’ ever-growing territory, and simply let the anxiety attack pass. Could be a few minutes or an hour. That day was an hour day.
He entered what was left of a fancy hotel, took a few steps into the cold hall, then sat on the floor behind the reception counter. He brought his legs up to his chest, rested his forehead on his knees and exhaled slowly. His eyes began to sting as a lump formed in his throat. Big tears rolled down his cheeks, his lungs cried for air, his jaw clenched, and finally, a sob made it past his lips. He curled up on himself, his fingers leaving his knees to grip his own hair and scratch his scalp. He weeped like a child – or some wounded animal – until his broken voice came out as heart-wrenching wails. He gasped and jolted and smashed the counter and the floor, barely feeling the pain, or either, finding it somehow soothing.
It lasted until he had no energy left. Lying on his side in a fetal position, he remained still, his eyes open without really seeing. He heard the door opening and footsteps approaching but he didn’t really mind. After all, there was only one person who could find him when he was invisible.
Koyama sat on the floor next to Shige without a word. He didn’t touch him either. He just stayed there and patiently waited until his friend was ready. Shige sniffed.
After making him wait for a couple of minutes, Shige slowly sat up again. He remained invisible, too exhausted to be perceived. He sniffed again. Koyama diligently handed him a tissue, a smug smile curling the corner of his lips when his gesture made Shige laugh. It was more of a snort than a laugh, really, but it was still a win.
When Shige tried to speak after blowing his nose, his voice came out sore from all the screaming. He cleared his throat.
“How do you do it?” He whispered, before sensing Koyama’s interrogation. “With your empathy... you must feel everything so clearly. Must be awful.”
Surprisingly, they had never talked much about their respective powers, even back in the days when they were attached at the hip. Shige knew it was partly his fault. He was too embarrassed, too scared of being found out.
“It was hard. It’s not easy to kill when it feels like you’re killing yourself,” Koyama eventually admitted, making Shige cringe.
He felt bad until Koyama added, “But I learned to control my power. Just like you. At first you could only turn yourself invisible, now you can also make your clothes disappear, or objects you touch. As for me… I’ve learned to distance myself. I can choose whether or not I feel other people’s emotions and I can make everything quiet when needed. It’s like putting on noise-cancelling headphones.”
Shige nodded before remembering that his friend couldn’t see him, so he came a little closer until their arms touched, leaned his head on Koyama’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He couldn’t have done something like that if he weren’t invisible, but as soon as Koyama raised a hand to pet his hair, Shige let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his neck.
“You’ll be alright, I promise. I won’t let anyone harm you, you know that?” Koyama whispered.
“Please, don’t let anyone harm you either.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Koyama’s hand started to cautiously explore Shige’s face, careful not to accidentally poke him in the eye, and Shige leaned into the touch.
“You, me and Massu, we’ll keep on fighting until we’re old.”
Shige was about to call him corny, when Koyama brushed his lower lip with his thumb. Given how quickly he withdrew his hand, that wasn’t intentional, but it sent shivers down Shige’s spine regardless.
“I can’t see you...” The older man complained softly.
“That’s the point of my ability.”
Koyama straightened up slightly to look at Shige’s face, or rather, look where he believed Shige’s face to be.
“My eyes are a bit lower,” Shige pointed out, a smile in his voice.
“Show yourself. Please?”
Shige’s heart missed a beat at such a simple, yet sweet request.
“Find me.”
Koyama knelt in front of him and successfully placed his hands on Shige’s shoulders after the second attempt. The invisible man’s smirk faded as soon as they slowly went up to the nape of his neck, then under his ears, before cupping his face. Koyama used his fingers to trace the shape of his chin, the outline of his lips, the bridge of his nose and finally his eyebrows. Shige started breathing faster without realizing, totally hypnotized by his friend’s face. It was so close, so handsome and his look, so kind. It was almost too much to bear, being this close to the man who never failed to give him fucking butterflies.
Shige knew that Koyama could sense his overwhelming feelings, but it was too late anyway. His heart was an open book and he also knew that Koyama would handle it with care.
“I’ve gained better control of my powers with age,” Koyama said, brushing Shige's cheekbones with his thumbs, slowly, steadily. “At first, I could only sense a storm of emotions. The feelings I can perceive are clearer now. They make sense. And you... you've always been the easiest to read. Since forever. I can always hear your voice in the middle of the storm.”
“You’ve always known about the butterflies, then.”
Koyama remained silent but his sheepish smile said it all.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Shige asked, tensing, but it was mostly because the other man’s face was so close that he could feel his breath on his lips.
“What about you? I was just being polite,” Koyama replied.
“I assumed that you didn't want to know, so I left you alone,” Shige explained, feeling both stupid and bitter. “And then... It was never a good time. There will never be a good time for us, not in this universe anyway.”
He didn’t entirely believe his own words. Or rather, he desperately wanted Koyama to prove him wrong. He wanted his halfhearted protests to die under the empath’s demanding lips. He wanted to forget about the monsters, their friends dying and the rotten smell of the declining world.
In contrast to Shige’s need to be kissed until he was out of breath and couldn’t remember his own name, Koyama’s mouth brushed his own as softly as a butterfly lands on a flower. It was somewhat comforting. Shige felt like the most delicate, the most precious thing in the world.
“You're the reason why I don’t give up on this universe. I'll treasure you until there’s nothing left of us, if you let me,” Koyama whispered almost against Shige’s lips.
It was too much. Unable to resist, Shige wrapped his arms around Koyama’s neck and crushed their lips together. He felt his friend’s surprise for a second, but then he kissed him back with the same sense of urgency. Koyama’s embrace around him soothed Shige at first, as if it was holding the pieces of his broken mind together. However, the more they kissed, the more Shige craved it, so much so that he couldn’t remember how he had ended up straddling Koyama.
“Shige...” The other man managed to say between kisses.
Worried, the invisible man pulled away, only to be met with Koyama’s softest smile as his long fingers tentatively stroked his cheek.
“I wanna see your cute face.”
Said cute face became very hot. Shige gently grabbed Koyama’s wrist and kept it on the ground next to his friend’s head while leaning forward to kiss him again, which earned him an excited moan. Shige smiled inwardly, making a mental note that being a little bossed around definitely did it for Koyama.
They kissed for literal minutes, their bodies as close as they could be. Shige rocked his hips when Koyama’s fingers went under his T-shirt to graze his lower back, causing his friend to muffle a groan against his mouth. Aroused, Shige pulled back just enough to bury his face into Koyama’s neck and tease the sensitive skin, using alternatively his teeth and his tongue until the empath whined and moved his hips back and forth.
Shige gasped and started to nibble Koyama's ear.
“You’re hard as hell...”
“So are you,” Koyama pointed out, before Shige’s wide movement made him gasp.
With Koyama’s hands holding onto his body, Shige understood that neither of them wanted it to stop. He started to rub himself shamelessly against Koyama’s erection, and even through their clothes, the friction felt amazing. They were both panting at this point and Koyama’s sighs got slightly high-pitched when Shige talked into his ear again.
“If you were fucking me while I’m invisible... You’d see your cock squeezed into my tight ass,” He said, breathless. “You’d love that, right?”
“I want to see you,” Koyama repeated a bit more desperately. “I wanna see your orgasm face...”
Shige shut him up with a kiss to distract himself from the fact that he was blushing. He was getting close, he could feel it, but he wanted to drag Koyama with him.
“Cum for me–”
This is when something unbelievable happened: Koyama gripped firmly his hair with one hand and pulled Shige's head back. Shocked, Shige let out a little cry of mixed pain and pleasure that turned into a long moan as he came, becoming visible in the process. But that wasn't it. He felt Koyama cum as well while the other man was using his other hand to grab his ass and continuously rubbed their twitching cocks together. It was like his climax was lasting forever and he couldn't tell his own and Koyama’s apart. The empath looked at him with adoration the whole time, causing him to blush and come harder if that was even possible.
Giving in to the overstimulation and exhausted by two simultaneous orgasms, Shige let out a whimper and tried to hide his face into Koyama’s neck again, but then Koyama brought his other hand up to cup his face and stroke his tears away. Shige’s body was jolting with the same aftershocks that were affecting Koyama in all likelihood.
“You're so beautiful,” Koyama whispered as if he was talking to a god rather than a guy who just had come into his own pants, then brushed his hair away to press his lips against his burning forehead.
Shige raised his head to kiss him before asking, “What the fuck was that? Was it your power?”
“I don't know. Never happened before,” The other man admitted in a breath. “I’m not surprised I discovered a new aspect of me with you, though.”
Shige snorted. He couldn’t say he was surprised either. And if he were perfectly honest, it wasn’t unpleasant to feel Koyama’s endless love for him. It was soft and pure and funny and joyful and reassuring. Even when Koyama’s emotions withdrew and he was alone in his mind again, Shige felt quieter than he had been in months, if not years. Koyama’s love was full of promises.
“You know I’ll find you again, right?”
Shige smiled and kissed Koyama without a word.