18th of January, 2017

A soft push against his shoulder stirred Tristan awake, or at the very least attempted to. He groaned in protest and turned further into the blankets and pillows, hoping to return to the comfortable slumber he'd enjoyed thus far. Apparently Hibiki took that as a challenge, as he felt a weight flop over him whilst trying to push him onto his back. He resisted, and he heard a displeased huff. A gentle, loving kiss teased his cheek. Another, even softer peck whispered promises of sweet delights to his heart, enticing him to turn around.

He opened his eyes and was met with Hibiki only inches away from his face. With a soft smile he ran his fingers along his cheek and all the way up into his dark locks.

"Morning Grumpy." He said with a smile, despite the rude awakening. Hibiki grinned boastfully, as if he took it as a great personal success that he'd woken him up. The resounding victory was lauded with a few small kisses, and surely there were worse ways to lose. He sighed softly and accepted defeat.

Yet Hibiki pulled away and Tristan saw him glance down at his chest. A more pensive look came over him. Hibiki gently ran his fingers along his neck, before laying down to write a few words on his phone.

'Sorry I can't spend today with you'

Tristan chuckled and ran his hand through Hibiki's hair, not minding in the slightest – partially because he knew what would happen, but he probably wouldn't have minded either way.

"It's fine, they don't get to see you often, right?" He said as he laid an arm around Hibiki's shoulders and ran his thumb up and down along his cheek. "You can see me anytime you want."

Hibiki nodded against his chest, but a deep exhale betrayed he wasn't quite content with that.

'I do this with my parents every year. So I wanted the last day to be special with you'

"But it already was special." He immediately retorted with a patient smile, whilst caressing Hibiki's cheek and neck. "And I don't want to come between something you and your parents do, especially if you can only see them a few times a year. Not everything is about me."

Hibiki puffed up his cheeks and shook his head. With rapid taps on his phone he disagreed before he'd even written out any words.

'But some things can be about you'

"I know Grumpy." He chuckled, before planting a firm kiss on Hibiki's forehead. "Today is for your parents though." With a stern nod he tried to convince Hibiki not to fight it anymore. The latter sighed deeply, then gave in.

Despite really wanting him to spend some time with his parents, he still pulled him in for a few slow, loving kisses. He ran his fingers through Hibiki's hair and pushed his body against him, freely giving himself to the fleeting moment. Hibiki did the same, holding him tightly until he broke the kiss.

"Now go have fun." He said with his forehead still pressed against theirs. "I'll see you when you get back."

Hibiki nodded excitedly at the prospect, and took the upper hand by giving him a final kiss. He smiled and let him take charge, watching as he pushed himself out of bed – still naked. The sight made him smile and blush, not out of discomfort but because he enjoyed seeing it. Hibiki undoubtedly knew that, letting him have a good look as he walked over to the wardrobe.

He couldn't help but follow him, his gaze strung along like some helplessly snared critter. The pale morning light accentuated his body, highlighting the tones of his muscles in white and shadow. In particular his biceps and butt.

His heart pounded, and a part of him wanted Hibiki to turn around so he could see even more – to come back to him and give more. Perhaps Hibiki knew that too, and this was his punishment for convincing him to leave. A glance thrown in his direction, all the while confidently smirking, seemed to confirm that. Immediately his cheeks turned bright red, knowing he'd both been taunted and effortlessly caught.

While he averted his gaze, Hibiki plucked a black hoodie and jeans from the wardrobe and tossed them on nonchalantly. When he turned back around, he laid a finger against his lips as if to say it was a secret. He sheepishly nodded at Hibiki's gesture, somehow excited by the idea that only he was allowed to know what lay underneath his clothes. Hibiki grinned back at him and moved closer.

Before he could do anything, Hibiki had leant over him and grabbed the back of his head. A strong kiss emptied his mind of any thoughts. He let out a soft, surprised noise, but then his fingers drifted up and held on to him anyway. Even through the kiss, he felt Hibiki grin. A thumb drew that firm, familiar heart on his cheek.

"I love you too." He stammered hastily, eager to please the demand – and if Hibiki had any more he surely would have. Instead Hibiki pulled away, holding him for a moment and gazing intently at him. His thumb ran along his lips, confident and strong as if to tell him he could do much more if only he wanted to. Tristan nodded meekly in response, unable to break away from the confident gaze that simultaneously attracted and overpowered him.

Hibiki smiled, pleased with his reaction, and pushed him back down against the bed. He didn't resist, knowing well enough that he wasn't in charge,- enjoying that he wasn't in charge. A faint yet slightly nervous smile played around his lips, wondering whether Hibiki would do anything more to him. It disappointed him when he stepped away towards the door, yet at the same time he was a bit relieved as it freed him of this intense attraction that he didn't quite understand.

Whilst the door opened and shut again, he quietly laid on the bed and tried to process what it really was he felt. Annoyed by his inability to resist anything Hibiki did to him, he bit down on his thumb. It left him vulnerable, and he knew as much.

The idea of giving in undeniably aroused him – to give up and let Hibiki take the blame for whatever happened after. And even worse was that deep inside he knew he'd let him do anything. Somewhere buried underneath layers of worry and shame laid something, whether an instinct or a design, that roiled with pleasure at the idea of being used; of being taken, pushed, dragged, forced,- subjugated.

He wrapped an arm around his waist and groaned softly, trying to rid himself of the images in his head. Yet much to his dismay, he was left flustered and erect. Why do I want this? I can't make you do that – you're just being coy. I know you don't want to be like them... and yet I,- you'd probably hate me for asking that. What the fock is wrong with me?

He bit down harder on his thumb, closing his eyes and grabbing his side tightly. Stop. Slowly he took a deep breath in and held it. A moment later the air escaped him in the form of a trembling sigh. I'm just confused. I don't have to think about this right now: there's still a lot left to figure out. Maybe it's because of what mum did to me,- maybe it will go away when I feel better? Hibiki will help me... I'm sure it'll make sense.