This chapter gets smutty~ 

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Yukine curled up in his blankets, squeezing his eyes shut so tight that it hurt. 

He had the odd, uncomfortable feeling of his chest being compressed, and his breathing was somehow forced and labored. 

What was it? 

Hiyori was gone, again, to stay the  night at her friend's house to work on a history project, and he was all alone in an apartment with Yato, stupid, stupid, Yato. 

And so at 2 in the morning, the rain outside pounding in the dark night, there he was, trying to forget about what happened earlier that day. 

Yato fucking kissed him. 

Why?! 

He covered his face in his hands, his face heating, and groaned. 

"Yukine?"

He froze, stopping his breathing. 

"I know you're awake, so fucking start breathing again." 

He heard some blankets rustling, then felt a slight shift of weight on his futon. His eyes caught on Yato's bright blue eyes. Squeaking, he burrowed under his blankets again. 

"Yukine," said Yato, sighing, "What the fuck is going on?" 

When he didn't answer, Yato lifted his blanket and climbed in. "Come on, tell me." 

Yukine suddenly lifted his head up, glaring at Yato. "Because of you! You're making me like this!"

Yato looked down at Yukine, surprised, and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You kissed me, and I feel super weird about it, and I don't know what to do because I think I liked it and I don't know if that's bad," he took a breath, "because you're a guy, and I thought I liked Hiyori but I don't know if I do and it's just weird because you're a guy and-"

"So you liked it?" said Yato, grinning. 

Yukine dropped his head back down onto his pillow again, his face turned away from Yato. "Is that all you heard?"

"I think I remember you saying it was weird, but," he rested his body next to Yukine, barely a few inches away from each other, "you liked it?" 

"...Yeah." 

Yato slid his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. "So," he said, kissing Yukine on his neck, "Wanna do it again?"

Yukine shivered. "Stop, let go of me, Yato, and don't kiss me."

Yato sat up. "Sorry, Yuki-chan," he rolled Yukine over and straddled his waist. "I'm not gunna listen to you."

"Get off, Yato," he said, covering his face with his arms. "I just told you that it was weird when you did this before. And don't call me that." 

"Yuki-chan," Yato said in a lower voice, leaning down. "Let me see your face." 

Slowly, Yukine removed his arms from his face, his blush visible even in the dim light of the candle sitting atop the nightstand. 

"You know," Yato said, walking his hands up so that he was stretched out like a cat, "you're really cute." 

Yukine's blush turned darker, "Wha-" 

"When I kissed you today," their noses brushed together, "and you were on the floor there, it was pretty damn hot," he licked Yukine's bottom lip, "but it wasn't enough." 

Yukine heavily breathed through his nose, "Just once more. And we can't do it anymore. And we're only doing it because its to see if I really like it or not." 

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Yato flipped his hair out of his eyes, "let's see about that." 

Yukine gasped as Yato's lips crashed down on his, moaning as he felt tongue enter his mouth. His arms wrapped around Yato's back, hands flat, lips and tongues slipping and sliding against each other. Yato's hands slid under his shirt, his fingers lightly brushing over Yukine's nipples. He gasped and pulled his head away for a moment. 

"Okay," he said, voice out of breath, "that was too much to start out with." 

"Awe," said Yato, cupping Yukine's cheek with one hand, "Is Yuki-chan too weak to keep going?" 

Reaching up to pull Yato down again, he glared. "I said, don't call me that." 

"Yeah, yeah." he lifted Yukine's back and pulled off his shirt. "Do you wanna go farther?"

"What do you think?"

"No," his hands fiddled with the strings on Yukine's sweatpants. "But let's do it." 

"Kiss me first, stupid." 

"I've been waiting to hear that for so long."

He pressed his lips against Yukine's softly, then jumped to his neck. Yukine shuddered, but didn't stop him as he sucked, licked and bit on the sensitive skin. 

"Yato," he whimpered softly, "don't give me any damn hickeys." 

"Too late," he dragged his tongue down Yukine's smooth chest, then flicked his tongue at a pink nipple. Yukine's back arched and he covered his face with a hand, the other gripping Yato's hair. "God, how are you so sensitive?"

Yukine growled. "Don't tease me," he gasped as he felt teeth graze. "and don't stop." 

"Ha," Yato pulled at the string, releasing the knot. He slowly slide his hands underneath, veering to the side to squeeze Yukine's thigh.

"I told you," he gripped Yato's hair tighter, "don't tease me." 

"Fine," he said, shaking his head out of Yukine's grip. "And that hurts."  

His hand wrapped around Yukine's hardening cock, squeezing and releasing repeatedly, growing hard himself as Yukine's moans of pleasure became audible. 

"Yato," he gasped out, "Actually, do, something." 

Yato yanked off Yukine's remaining clothes, then his own as well, and licking the the palm of his hand, gripped his own hardening cock. Yukine watched, his chest heaving, his hand creeping down his stomach. Yato's hand flashed out and grabbed his wrist. 

"You can't do that," he kneeled down, bringing his face close to Yukine's hard-on. Gently holding it with one hand, he enveloped it with his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head. 

Yukine's eyes closed partway and his head tilted back as he moaned. The wet sound of saliva and his voice filled the room. 

"Yato," Yukine gasped out, "Fuck, I'm gunna come-" 

Yato took his mouth off with a pop. "Right, so I'm going to stop." 

"What the fuck are you doing?!" said Yukine angrily.

"Calm down," he sucked on his fingers, coating them in spit. "Close you eyes and try to relax." 

Yukine closed his eyes, covering his face with his arms. 

"One, or two?"

"What are you even talking about?"

"I'm asking you a question, so answer it, dumbo."

"Two." 

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, stupid!" 

"Alright," Yato shrugged, then spreading Yukine's pale legs, he eased in two fingers into the tight pink hole. 

"Ah! Take them out, that hurts!" Yukine's eyes stung with tears. 

Yato kissed him. "Relax, Yuki-chan." 

"I said, don't call me that."

His fingers scissored, then began to curl and uncurl. Yukine's whimpers slowly turned into moans.

"Yato~" he brought his fist up to his mouth and bit down, grinding himself against Yato's fingers.  

Yato gently pulled out his fingers. "Ready?"

"Ready for what?"

He pressed his lips to Yukine's and eased himself in, softly groaning at the feeling of Yukine's soft insides tightly wrapping around him. "Fuck, Yuki."

Yukine looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth slightly open. "Won't you move?" he said, his voice quiet. 

Grinning, Yato ruffled his soft blonde hair. "You asked for it."

He pulled out and rammed back in, taking in the sound of Yukine's  gasps and moans and the sound of wet skin sliding against another,  the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His breath came out in short huffs, and his hands felt sticky with sweat. 

"Yato~" he said, his vision blurred with tears as he bit down on his bottom lip. He reached up his arms and wrapped them around Yato's sticky neck. "Kiss me." 

Their lips pressed up against each other, then their tongues entwined, each of them greedily fighting for dominance. Yato quickened his pace, his hands tightly gripping Yukine's thighs so that they framed his torso. Yukine pulled away, breathing heavily. 

"Yato, I'm close." 

"Yeah babe, me too."

"Don't call me that," Yukine gripped him tight, burying his face into Yato's neck. His moans and whimpers bcame higher and louder as the heat and pleasure in him increase, and Yato felt his insides clench tightly around him. "Fuck, Yato," 

Their highs hit them like a shock, Yukine letting a strangled cry out and Yato grunting as he pushed back in once more, feeling his cum fill up Yukine who who collapsed onto the wrinkled and messy sheets. 

Yato slowly pulled out and rolled off of him, breathing deeply and waiting for his heart to slow down. 

"I feel sticky, Yato."

"Yeah, me too, babe." 

Yukine peered over his shoulder, his face still flushed and the sweat causing his blond hair to stick to his forehead. "Don't call me that." 

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My MOTheR Is GOiNG TO BE sO aSHameD IF shE EVer SEES ThiS 

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smut scenes are always going to be so awkward to write holy fuckery shitnuzzles 

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Chels, don't share this with anyone we know I swear to the Food 

Confession: I'm an eighth grader.

Turning 14 next month.

HOW AWKWARD IS THAT 

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