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Tucked away in the corner of the student council room, behind a bookshelf that barely covers the both of them, is none other than the school's designated pretty boy and a‘half-roach’, as deemed by one Teru Minamoto, pressed halfway against the shelf and the wall at an uncomfortable angle– not that either of them care very much.
They’ve been in this kind of situation plenty of times before, with Teru’s teeth sunk into Akane’s neck, suckling at him as if it were a completely normal thing for the two of them to be doing on a random fucking tuesday, which it definitely isn't. Akane recognizes that, of course he does, it's so wrong on so many levels. He’s not gay, for one, and he’s completely and totally in love with Aoi-chan. A perfect angel among women, a- damn, Teru’s seriously going to leave a mark.
“Mmm, fuck, Teru, not so hard, yeah?” Akane mumbles, pressing himself into more of a sitting position rather than an awkward lay.
“Sorry.” He snickers, soothing the bite mark with his tongue, grabbing onto the back of Akane’s neck with his free hand, the other being used to prop himself up against the shorter boy’s now up-right frame.
Okay, so what if he occasionally spends his time after school hiding away with this freak? Sue him, he's into the whole forbidden thing, god forbid a man have a hobby. Sure, he's a little defensive about it when Lemon asks why doing some paperwork takes so long, but anyone would get defensive over someone so nosy. It doesn’t mean anything. But damn does his meaningless hobby feel good.
Just a month ago, the two of them had still just barely tolerated eachother. It wasn’t until Teru started to question Akane’s crush on Aoi that this whole mess started.
Chained up by Teru’s annoying little bracelet, hanging upside down from the ceiling, a red-faced Akane was passionately expressing his undying love for Aoi-chan.
“No one could love her as much as me!” He proclaimed, his nose pinched. Teru seemed completely amused by his words, per usual, that ever so charming Minamoto smile etched onto his face, almost as if he were planning something.
“Oh, believe me, I’m well aware.” His smile sours with the thought, just enough to be noticeable. “ But haven’t you ever wondered what Aoi’s type is?”
The question had took him off guard at the time, the irritable tone of his voice evaporating for a moment. “A-Aoi-chan’s type?” An owlish blink punctuates the question before his eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “What kind of question is that? She’s my crush, of course I have… why do you even care so much?”
He shrugs easily, “ Maybe she would be interested in someone with more experience in the dating department. Have you even had your first kiss?”
"This is stupid, just let me down- wait what?” Teru presses his bracelet with a sigh, and down comes Akane, falling on the floor in one big heap.
“You heard me.”
“I-” He sputters, quickly standing up and dusting off his clothes. “What is- I- What are you implying?”
In the moment, Akane had thought Teru looked almost shy. “I’m not implying anything. Just thought I should help you out.”
Akane takes a step back, his breath stuttering as Teru comes closer and closer until their faces are inches from each other. Teru’s bent down so he can be eye level with him, an easy grin on his face. Akane doesn’t notice it, but he seems nervous, bright red from the neck down.
“I can be your first.”
Coming back to the present, Akane notices that Teru had gotten far too worked up, being a little too rough. Akane presses a hand against Teru’s chest, hissing at the final bite Teru leaves as he pushes him away.
“Okay, that's enough of that.” He mumbles, rubbing at the spot he was working at.
Seemingly deciding to push his luck, Teru whines, pressing his lips against Akane’s. For just a moment, he stills, warring with himself on whether or not he should entertain him this time. Eventually, he gives in, running his tongue across Teru’s bottom lip and leaning in further, tilting his head slightly so their noses don’t bump when he slides his tongue into his mouth. His hand finds its way to Teru’s hair, relishing in the groan he lets out, tugging him closer. Teru gets on Akane’s nerves , but hell is he a good kisser— Akane wonders how many girls he’s kissed before him.
......
Teru is a big fat liar. He can admit it, he’s not that far gone into this mess. Yet.
Months ago, he had told Akane he could be his first kiss, as he’s experienced in the act himself. Of course he is, this is Teru we’re talking about; he’s good at everything. Akane hadn’t even questioned it, why would he? Teru wouldn’t lie about something like that.
But he did lie. He hasn’t had a single kiss, hell, he’s never even been on a date. Sure, people throw themselves at him, but he never felt very interested. His sights were set on one half-cockroach.
It felt a little manipulative, and from an outsider’s perspective it definitely is manipulation. It’s hard to feel bad, however, when Akane kisses him like that. So, he’s sticking with his plan until Akane gets bored of him and tosses him to the side, as he knows he will. Everyone gets bored of him once they actually try to get to know him past the pretty face.
......
When the final announcement goes off for the after-school clubs, they jump apart, chests heaving. A definitely not blushing Aoi Akane wipes his lips with his sleeve, looking at the floor.
“We should split the work and take it home, since we… uhm, lost track of time. Yeah, we’ll bring it back tomorrow- are you even listening to me, asshole?”
Teru seemed mystified by something just past Akane- no, that's not right. It's right on his neck? What could it- no. No way. That’s not what it feels like, right?!
“Did you fucking mark me?!”
“It wasn’t on purpose, Akane, don’t be mad-”
“We have school tomorrow, Minamoto!” Akane is trying very hard not to scream. He stands up and pops his collar in an attempt to hide the fresh mark. He practically growls when Teru placatingly places a hand on his shoulder, storming off to collect the papers they were supposed to be working on.
“Isn’t it kind of-“
The unserious, and even sort of giddy, tone of Teru’s voice pisses him off even more. “ No! No, it isn’t kind of anything! Just come grab what you think you’ll finish filling out and go away.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say-”
“Shut. Up.”
Teru raises his hands in a ‘surrendering’ motion, still looking far too pleased with himself for Akane’s liking; it's making him want to seriously wring his little neck.
“Okay, okay, if you hate me that much, I guess helping you cover it up would be a waste of time.” He sighs dramatically, leaning against the desk, never taking his eyes off Akane, “We could just leave it there for everyone to know what happens when a roach such as yourself-”
“FINE! Fine. How do you suggest we get rid of it, Minamoto?
“Well… uhm,” Teru, uncharacteriously, almost sounds a little nervous, covering it up with his classic charming smile, scratching at his cheek. “My sister recently got into makeup, and we should have some concealer in your shade if you’d like to, you know.”
“Are you inviting me over?”
He chuckles, “Yes, I suppose that is what I’m doing.”
“I- I guess. If it’ll help.” He shoves the unfinished papers into Teru’s chest, and adjusts his glasses. “Yeah, fine. Let’s go, c’mon.”
The entire way there, Teru seems entirely too happy, all smiles on the walk, on the bus, even as he unlocks the door. Akane chooses to ignore the butterflies in his stomach for his own sanity. It feels more painful than warm anyway, the sensation piling in his gut uncomfortably. It’s better to just look away from the obnoxiously bright eyes that keep glancing back at him.
Walking into his house felt a little like walking into a mousetrap, surrounded by powerful exorcists like that. Well, up until a little girl with the same striking blue eyes as Teru wraps around his leg, refusing to let go.
“Ah, uhm, your sister?”
Teru picks her up by her waist, sweeping her off her feet and pressing their foreheads together just to make his (maybe) sister laugh. “Mhm,Tiara here is my little princess, huh Tiara?”
Akane suddenly feels a little awkward watching him coo at her. Sure, he’d never really been interested in a sibling, and neither had his parents, but seeing them be so close made him feel a bit lonely. He had known Aoi-chan all his life, although when he was little, he was far too infatuated to talk to her outside of school, and he met Lemon in middle school. He just never realized how lonely he’s been all his life; it makes sense, though. A supernatural, even part, could never be normal. Teru has made that very clear.
When he catches Teru looking at him he straightens up, looking away far too fast for it to go unnoticed by the blond. He must've zoned out, he hadn’t even noticed when Tiara ran off.
“We can go to my room, Akane. I just need to grab something first.” Before he can even respond, Teru grabs his wrist and leads him down the hall to his room, sitting him down on his bed. “Stay right there, I’ll be back.”
“I- okay?” And he’s gone. What a weirdo..
He comes to the quick realization that his room is even weirder, apparently. Looking around, it’s almost completely barren. His bedsheets and his walls are a plain, boring blue, and his decorations consist of a single grey rug and things that look like they were made by his siblings on his shelves. He stands and walks over to get a closer look, running his fingers along the marked-up desk, worn with time. It all happened so fast that he almost forgot he was in Teru’s room, in the Minamoto’s house. He can’t tell whether the flush he feels rising on his cheeks is from fear or a twisted excitement he's desperately trying to press down.
Finally, he finds something proving Teru has a personality, although it really isn’t what he expected. A record player, a nice one, but it’s definitely pretty old. Beside the old-fashioned machine are a few even older-fashioned records, dusty from disuse. He squints at the English titles, trying to decipher them to no avail.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay put?”
The sound of Teru’s voice right behind him makes him practically jump out of his skin. That, of course, makes Teru laugh, because Teru always laughs at his misery. “What’d you find?”
“Just…” He lamely holds up the record in his hand, “You speak english?”
“I’m well versed in the language.” He says simply, shrugging like it’s completely normal.
“Of course you can, cocky jerk.” That makes Teru gasp dramatically, snatching the record from Akane protectively, looking it over like he would’ve actually done something to it. Jerk.
He then watches as Teru takes the vinyl out of the sleeve it’s housed in, handling the record with care..
“Uhm, President? What are you doing? I thought you were going to fix the mess you made.”
Minamoto shrugs, and carefully placing down the record and the needle on top once hes done that, shutting the case. “I thought we might as well have some music!”
“… There’s seriously something wrong with you.” He grumbles, watching as overly romantic music plays softly out of the machine, taunting him.
“Just sit down, Akane.”
With one last weary glance at Teru, he obeys, plopping back down on his bed. “You know, it’s weird that you’re into music.”
Akane stares at Teru’s back as he grabs the things he needs, watching his shoulders shake as he laughs. “Don’t say things like that, I’ll have to exorcize you.”
“I didn’t mean it like that… I just thought you weren’t into anything but, you know, exorcizing.”
Teru huffs but doesn’t say anything, turning around. Akane expects him to stand over him on the side of the bed, or maybe even sit next to him. What he doesn't expect is for him to crawl on his lap, one hand pressed against the bed and one holding the plastic makeup bottle.
“H-hey, seriously, what’s with you today-?!” He sputters, pressing himself against the headboard, suddenly feeling very hot all over.
“Don’t be dramatic, it’ll just be easier to apply it this way. It’s not like we haven’t been in this situation before.” He sits himself down on Akane’s lap, making himself all comfortable while the boy in question squirms under his weight.
“...You know we haven't, not like this, in your room. And you’re heavy, Teru, seriously, get off me!”
He sighs, choosing to ignore Akane’s complaints, opening the product. “Don’t be so dirty-minded, Akane-kun~”
“Oh my god, I hate you.” Despite his words, he lets his head fall back against the headboard, looking down at Teru with his eyes nearly shut. “Just do it already.”
He doesn’t notice the way Teru blushes at the sight of him looking like that, nor does he notice the way he swallows as his eyes fall to the spot just above his collarbone, bruised a beautiful purply color.
Akane can’t tell if the music is filling the silence or making it all the more suffocating as slim, callused hands pat product onto his neck. He doesn’t mention it, but the blond on him is shaking, just a little. It wasn’t that concerning until Akane could feel his heartbeat quicken when their chests bumped.
“Teru, are you- mmph!”
The boy in question cuts him off with a kiss, tossing the barely used bottle to the side and moving so he’s fully straddling Akane, pushing him further against the headboard.
Once Akane got over the initial shock, he pressed back against him with equal fervor, tugging at his hair just to hear him whine. They’ve done this together so many times, he finally got used to all of Teru’s little quirks. That was until Teru ghosted his hand up Akane’s shirt, moaning at the feeling of smooth, warm skin.
A million thoughts are running through his head but the general consensus seems to be, ‘WHAT IS HAPPENING.’
“T-Teru, don’t- what are you doing?!” He pushes him away, adjusting his pants to hide his growing erection. Great.
“I- fuck, sorry, I got carried away.” Akane stands up, looking down at Teru sitting on the bed. He almost wants to stay, to see where this goes, but he shakes himself out of it.
“I’ll see you at school tomorrow, President.” And he's gone.