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Nagasone had never been a stickler for routine—not in the way Hasebe or Kasen tended to be—but even he could appreciate the sense of comfort it brought to a new human existence. And of course, he was appreciating it now because something was currently disrupting that routine—their routine—and it irked him terribly that he’d yet to figure out what exactly was wrong.It had started small: Hachisuka had not been in his arms when he awoke. Potentially only a minor detail, but the only reason for his morning absence should’ve been a deployment order, and his gleaming presence in the dining hall at breakfast meant he’d received no such orders at all. At the time, Nagasone was willing to overlook it as a one-time oddity. In fact, the entire situation hadn’t really struck him as strange (because remember, he was not tied to daily routines)... until he tried to approach him.And it was here the trouble started.He’d moved to sit beside Hachisuka, ask him why he’d gotten up so early, but the second he’d sat down, Hachisuka rose from his seat without a word, leaving half his food untouched as he quietly left. Not even a ‘hmph’ of irritation or a glare of displeasure. And it happened again later when passing him in the hallway. No acknowledgment at all, not even a disdainful turn of his head. Hasebe came to him in the early afternoon to let him know that Hachisuka had been rotated out of their shared fieldwork to other duties by his request. Nagasone was being avoided. No, actually this was much worse. This was The Silent Treatment. And Nagasone had absolutely no idea what he could’ve done to cause it. He could even sense Urashima’s disappointment atop his own after a day—and they’d been doing so well lately too...But his attempts to get to the bottom of the mystery were thwarted as deployment orders came for him that kept him away for days, and the time apart did nothing to settle whatever it was that had been on Hachisuka’s mind. So he received no welcome home, no check-ins while he went in for (minor) repairs, and no acknowledgment at dinner. Though Nagasone caught his eye a few times, Hachisuka always looked stubbornly away, making conversation with others instead.He’d even tried to stay up late to catch him just before bed, but Hachisuka was nowhere to be seen, even late into the night.With his daily routine (minimal as it was) robbed—it turned out he’d grown rather dependent on those morning kisses—Nagasone was spacey and slow. And others were soon quick to notice. “Nagasone-san!” Yasusada was whining in his ear. “What’s wrong with you today?”“Huh? He came to his senses only just in time to parry a soft blow thrown only to get his attention. It had only the force of mild frustration behind it, followed by a pout.“If you’re not paying attention, there’s not much point in sparring.”“Ah... sorry about that,” Nagasone grunted sheepishly. “I just have a little something on my mind.” “Is it about Hachisuka?” Izuminokami leaned against his practice sword as he and Horikawa now also paused their training to butt into the conversation.It always took him aback a little when Izuminokami proved himself perceptive in more delicate matters. He hoped it was because the young sword was maturing and not because he was making himself overly obvious. “How could you tell?”The other three exchanged a look between them, and then Yasusada answered after a minute, “It’s usually about Hachisuka.” “Ah, but we’d seen Urashima-kun sulking too!” Horikawa chimed in, always mitigating every situation. “I don’t suppose there’s any way we can help?”“I can’t say I’d mind a little help at this point... he won’t even talk to me, not even to call me a counterfeit or point out how ‘unpleasant’ I am.”“Hmm...” Yasusada crossed his arms. “Silent treatments are pretty difficult...”His tone spoke to experience in the area, and everyone gave a sympathetic look. Surely silent treatments from Kashuu were among the worst. Izuminokami clicked his tongue. “Maybe he’s just in one of his moods...”“He doesn’t just get upset for no reason, Kane-san,” Horikawa chided. "However much Nagasone-san might irritate him.""Hey!" “Aren’t you guys supposed to be training?” a familiar voice called from the door, interrupting their brainstorming.“Kiyomitsu!” Yasusada waved brightly. “We’re trying to figure out what Nagasone-san did wrong to upset Hachisuka!”“Oi!”Kashuu tilted his head to one side, a small furrow between his brows. “Isn’t it obvious?”“Obvious?!” Nagasone sputtered. “How? Wait, do you know why he’s upset at me?”“Because you told us about how bad Hachisuka’s cooking is and then those two blabbed.”Kashuu pointed two accusing fingers at Yasusada and Izuminokami, the pair now looking as dumfounded as Nagasone, but also affronted. Horikawa, meanwhile, looked incredibly unsurprised.“What?! When did we blab?!”“Remember when you two were making a mess in the kitchen and Hachisuka and I were passing by?” Kashuu put his hands on his hips.The two crossed their arms defensively, mumbling over each other.“It wasn’t a mess—” “We cleaned it up in the end—” “Only because Izuminokami was in the way—” “I was not!”“Anyway!!” Kashuu added. “You two got defensive—exactly like you’re doing now—and then you blurted out that you weren’t being nearly as bad as Hachisuka trying to cook something for Urashima that one time...”“...”“...”“...which they could’ve obviously heard from only Nagasone-san...” Horikawa slowly nodded his head, realization dawning.“...you two...” Nagasone’s grip tightened menacingly around the wooden practice sword in his hand, his body now blazing with a fierce aura that made Yasusada and Izuminokami tremble. He was definitely not spacing out now and suddenly quite in the mood to let loose a little frustration. “Prepare yourselves!”“Ahhhh!!!” “Shit!! Kunihiro, help!!”Well that’s more like it, Kashuu thought to himself with a smirk as Yasusada let out a frightened wail. The training dojos weren’t meant to be so quiet during the day. Some time after giving his Shinsengumi teammates a good beating bout, Nagasone resolved to hunt Hachisuka down and talk over his oppressive silence to offer a groveling apology. Preferably in a setting where he couldn’t easily run away. Accordingly, he chose dinner as his time and place of ambush, quietly slipping into the empty place setting beside Hachisuka at his table and discretely grabbing his hand under the table to keep him from immediately fleeing. Hachisuka went stiff, but his face remained impassive as food was passed down along the table for Nagasone. He even helped gently placed it in front of him.“Listen,” Nagasone began in a low voice so as to try and keep the conversation as private as possible in a room full of people. “I uh... I wanted to apologize.”“Apologize?” Hachisuka repeated, his mood indiscernible. “Whatever for?”Ah but there was the slightest upward turn of his lips. The teeniest tiniest, knowing smirk. He knew exactly what Nagasone wanted to say, and he was not going to let Nagasone get away with not saying it. The pettiness almost made Nagasone reconsider. “For... telling the others you can’t... that you’re... not as skilled in the kitchen...” Hurriedly he added, “I didn’t mean anything negative by it! I can’t do much myself, you saw, and with you I was only mentioning it because I thought it was... cute.”He coughed and looked down at his dinner, deciding now was the perfect time to dig in before he needed to stick his foot in his mouth instead. He knew it wasn’t the best apology, and oftentimes calling Hachisuka ‘cute’ lost him quite a few points instead. Beside him, Hachisuka gently cleared his throat and scooted a fraction closer. His cheeks were just a bit flushed now, and the (very small) amused smile seemed to indicate some level of forgiveness.“Well... you can’t ever say things like that again,” Hachisuka said quietly.“I won’t, I promise. Of course not.” Especially not to a certain group, he added to himself. “No,” Hachisuka corrected him. “You can’t.” He pointed to Nagasone’s half-eaten dinner. “Not if you think that miso is any good. Or the grilled mackerel.”“...you mean—”“I had Kasen and Shokudaikiri teach me—they’re both much better guides than you, by the way—and I... I picked up a few things.” When Nagasone did nothing but continue to stare at him, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, Hachisuka coughed and added, “I’m a fast learner if I have decent instruction.” “So that’s why I haven’t been able to find you anywhere... and why you keep leaving early in the morning and coming back late at night?”Hachisuka grimaced and turned his face away, his blush growing deeper as he fidgeted with his hands in his lap. Nagasone looked again to his food, all of it now appearing that much more appetizing, and he took the opportunity to gulp down more miso, licking his lips conspicuously and practically roaring with delight.“Ahh... that really hits the spot!” Then he began wolfing down more of the fish and mumbled through a mouth full of rice, “Delicious!”Hachisuka was now beet red, blushing all the way down his neck and he gave a half-hearted huff of disapproval at Nagasone’s obnoxious eating habits. “You’re being unpleasant...”“Feeling famished after training, Nagasone-san?” Kashuu teased from down the table. Beside him, an exhausted Yasusada was picking lightly at his food, looking almost like he needed repairs.“I’m just really enjoying the dinner tonight,” Nagasone grinned. “The food’s really good!”Kashuu gave a knowing giggle and shot Hachisuka a discrete wink. “You know, I’m sure Urashima would be happy about this too,” Nagasone added. “Assuming he doesn’t already know.” He had a hard time imagining Urashima as the type who could keep secrets, but anyone had the potential to be full of surprises, which Hachisuka had just proven. “I’m sure he would,” said Hachisuka as he slowly sipped his tea. “But I didn’t put in all this effort with Urashima in mind.”Nagasone was tempted—sorely tempted—to lean over and kiss Hachisuka in front of everyone for that remark, fish breath and all. It warmed him all over and made everything taste that much better. Weren’t these the perks of having human bodies and hearts? But after suffering days of silence over one thoughtless comment, he thought it best not to push his luck. Not if he wanted dessert later. As soon as the doors slid closed to their room, Nagasone pressed their bodies together, his breath hot on Hachisuka’s neck, teeth grazing the skin. His hands were relentless, pulling impatiently at the golden obi so he could touch the soft skin underneath. Hachisuka squirmed and struggled in his arms, but he was moaning too—soft, sweet moans that only fueled Nagasone’s impatience. He bit down on Hachisuka’s now-exposed shoulder, eliciting a cry that went straight to his groin. He pressed his arousal against Hachisuka’s ass and bared his teeth again, nibbling and kissing his skin as more and more of it came into view, the kimono coming apart in messy, haphazard layers, a half-loosened obi sliding slowly to the floor. Somewhere in between his gasps and moans, Hachisuka managed to click his tongue in half-hearted disapproval. “Stop... biting me...”It didn’t sound like a very honest request to Nagasone, who bit down again on the soft flesh where his neck met his shoulder. Hachisuka moaned (louder) and arched his back, pushing back against the hardness against him. Now this was a more honest response. “I’m hungry,” Nagasone mumbled against his neck. “You just had dinner—ah! Am... Am I supposed to be your next meal?”At that, Nagasone finally pushed Hachisuka down onto the futon so they were no longer standing inches from the door (where passerby were more likely to overhear their activities). Gazing down at Hachisuka’s flushed cheeks and tousled lilac hair, Nagasone made sure to meet his eyes as his fingers slowly pulled the kimono open the rest of the way. Hachisuka hissed at the sudden contact of cool air against his bare, heated skin, but he did not look away.“No,” Nagasone answered finally. “You’re dessert.”And before Hachisuka could protest being compared to food, Nagasone went down on him, taking Hachisuka into his mouth greedily, and Hachisuka could now no more protest than he could halt his stuttering cries. His long, thin fingers twisted into Nagasone’s hair, nails digging into his scalp.“Ngh! W-wait...”He’d waited days. Days without a single word passed between them, not even a whisper to let him know he’d been fretting over nothing. This is punishment, Nagasone thought unironically, with Hachisuka’s cock in his mouth. “Hah... ahh...!”Hachisuka’s lips were quivering as he struggled against simply thrusting into Nagasone’s mouth. Nagasone could feel him wrestling with his urges, but he couldn’t exactly say that he wouldn’t necessarily mind. So he decided for him. Taking a deep inhale through his nose, Nagasone pushed his head down as far as he could, until he felt Hachisuka’s tip press against the back of his throat. Hachisuka whimpered and arched his back, the only warning he could manage before he came, spilling into Nagasone’s mouth. What he couldn’t immediately swallow dribbled down his chin as he drew back with a gasp.His mouth was hot with the taste of Hachisuka’s cum mingling a little with the taste of the dinner he’d made. Objectively, he couldn’t really subscribe to this particular flavor profile, but he felt his cock swell in his sweatpants and acknowledged that ‘eating’ excited many other parts other than just his tongue. He reached behind his head with his hands and pulled off his shirt with one smooth motion. Not unaware of Hachisuka’s intense gaze roaming over his body, he shimmied out of his pants, groaning lightly as Hachisuka opened his legs for him.Nagasone allowed himself a smirk. “So I’m definitely forgiven, right?”Hachisuka rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and eat your dessert.” “With pleasure.”He bit the soft inside of Hachisuka’s thigh with considerably less care than when he had been nibbling on his neck. People weren’t nearly as likely to notice hickies on his thighs versus his upper body so Nagasone left his marks here without restraint. But soon, Hachisuka began squirming away again, this time out of impatience. At least the eagerness was mutual. Placing his hands firmly on the backs of Hachisuka’s knees, he pushed them up for better access, then put his tongue to Hachisuka’s entrance. The dignified, elegant, genuine Kotetsu sword squeak-yelped like a mouse at the unexpected wetness there, but Nagasone held him firm, allowing no room for escape. He planned to indulge himself, and it’s not as if Hachisuka hadn’t insisted he hurry things along.He swirled his tongue around in slow circles, licking and pressing until Hachisuka’s moans shifted from embarrassed to (very) pleased, despite himself. Nagasone was always listening for it—the sounds of Hachisuka’s pleasure. His words were often so contrary, they couldn’t always be trusted, but there was an honesty his body couldn’t hide, and the throbbing little hole was now obviously demanding a little more.Reluctantly, Nagasone pulled himself away and scanned the room for the little bottle of—he didn’t even need to move. Hachisuka threw it at his chest. “Were you keeping this under your pillow?” Nagasone teased as he popped the cap open.“I don’t see why that matters,” Hachisuka struggled to sound nonchalant. But that was a high demand of anyone when naked and exposed and when someone had just been eating your ass. A thought occurred to Nagasone as he slicked up his fingers. Hachisuka had been silent for several days as he spent the time learning how to cook—apparently just for him—but he revealed his secret only tonight after Nagasone had fumbled through a belated apology. His dinner had been ready and waiting, passed to him as soon as he’d sat down... but Hachisuka couldn’t have known that he would put the pieces together precisely today. Not unless...“Kashuu,” he realized.“Ngh! Don’t say someone else’s name while you’re—ahh..!!”Nagasone slowly twisted the finger he’d inserted, biting his lip and trying not to think too hard about the warmth and the tightness and the way Hachisuka clamped down as he arched his back.“I was just figuring something out... and I’m honestly impressed,” Nagasone murmured as he brought his lips back to Hachisuka’s thighs. “All that forethought and planning and preparation...”“Hah... ahhn!!” Hachisuka pulled and clawed at the sheets as Nagasone slid in a second finger. “I... d-don’t...”Coherent sentences were difficult. Especially when Nagasone’s thick fingers inside him were expertly bearing down on that sweet spot inside that made him act so disgracefully.“All for a counterfeit like me?”Hachisuka whined. That wasn’t fair—he hadn’t called him that since they became lovers, and he wasn’t in the best position now to argue against him. The most he could manage was,“Y-yes... Yes. For you.”Nagasone’s fingers stilled, his chest growing hot and tight as a pleasant weight pressed down on his heart. “Ah...” his voice was strained, despite his smile. “You’re too much...”He pulled out his fingers suddenly and fumbled for the lube so he could slick himself up for the main course. Or rather, dessert. Metaphors aside, he was ready to make a mess of Hachisuka. As he made himself ready, he unexpectedly felt Hachisuka’s toes on his chest, pushing insistently. “Wha—”The toes were soon followed by hands as Hachisuka sat up and all but shoved Nagasone down to the floor, half on the futon and half on the tatami. And with no other comments, he straddled Nagasone and eased himself down onto his cock, gasping as he felt himself stretched and filled by it. Nagasone could do little else but groan as Hachisuka took control of the pace—but the view was much better this way, so he had no complaints really. Above him, Hachisuka swept his hair sideways (in that sexy way that Nagasone liked) so that it all cascaded down over his right shoulder and bared his left. And once he’d taken Nagasone in completely, he let his shoulders fall back as he arched his body forward.“Ahh...” Hachisuka smirked as he looked down, baring his own canines a little as he dug his nails into Nagasone’s abs. But he kept his hips still, despite those big, rough hands massaging his thighs for encouragement. Slowly, ever so slowly, Hachisuka leaned his body forward until they lay flush against each other and he could kiss him. It was the first kiss of their entire evening, ridiculously enough, and it tasted of, well, their dinner. The dinner he’d made. The dinner that Nagasone had basically inhaled with glee. The thought made him bite down on Nagasone’s lip—he wasn’t the only one with an appetite tonight.Nagasone gasped at the aggression, but responded in kind not a moment later with a sudden upward thrust of his hips. “Ahh!!” Hachisuka quivered all over. He did his best to clear the stars from his eyes before he glared at Nagasone for acting out of turn. He had made up his mind earlier that evening that—he groaned as he felt Nagasone teasingly pull out—he was going to lead—a wayward cry escaped his lips as he firmly thrust back in—he was not going to let his careful plans—Nagasone did it again, a little faster this time—he’d... his... He’d meant to—“Ahhn...!! Hah..”He’d failed to stop Nagasone—his moans had only been encouraging, alas—and now he’d established a rhythm. Hachisuka was caught in his pace now. As disgraceful as it was to secede control that quickly, his body was on fire now. The thick heat inside him was ecstasy, and he could spare precious few brain cells to the task of keeping up appearances. “More...” That was what he wanted. There wasn’t much point in being coy about it. “Ngh! Faster!”Nagasone was only too happy to oblige. He gripped Hachisuka’s hips tight and picked up his pace. It was harder to do when he was on the bottom like this, but he shifted a little downwards, dug his heels in, and angled his own hips a little. Thrusting like that, Hachisuka’s needy pants soon turned into little half-screams. He clung tight, his breath hot on Nagasone’s neck as he bounced almost helplessly above him.When Hachisuka felt himself getting close, he pushed with all his focus so that he could sit up again and put himself on display a little. He arched his back prettily and ran his hands up his sides and into his hair, keeping his gaze fixed on Nagasone’s all the while. He’d been a treasure once, so he’d damn well show off what he could. It was enough to make Nagasone pause a moment. He licked his lips and took deep, careful breaths, but he wouldn’t last much longer either way. He reached for Hachisuka’s cock, his calloused thumb running over the weeping slit of it—Hachisuka let out an almost guttural cry at that—and soon after he began pounding into him again with increased speed. Soon they were both reduced to little more than carnal moans and cries.“Hah... ah! Ahh!! I’m...”“Ngh! H-Hah—Hachisuka...!”There was always something about the way Nagasone said his name. It undid him in the strangest of ways, emotionally, sexually... frankly, it affected him too much to hear it, which was why he so frequently pouted or frowned when he did. But when he was already overwhelmed like this, he could do little else but... let himself go. He came with a strangled cry, spilling between them as Nagasone kept at his relentless pace, drawing out his orgasm almost painfully—he’d already come once earlier—and just as he was about to cry out ‘no more,’ he felt Nagasone bury himself deep inside him and still his thrusts with an almost violent shudder. He felt hot inside—so hot it was almost unbearable; his skin tingled all over. With a groan, Hachisuka lifted his hips and Nagasone let out a low grunt as he was pulled out of Hachisuka’s warmth. Nagasone half-wanted to grab him and make him stay for involuntary post-coitus cuddles, but Hachisuka was fastidious at the best of times and persnickety at the worst, and he very much needed to be immediately cleaned of body fluids before he accepted snuggles. Nagasone, however, was just going to lay still and lounge for a few more minutes.“You know,” he said with a lazy stretch. “Next time you prepare a surprise, you could try it without the week-long silent treatment.”Hachisuka gave a smug grin as he grabbed a towel and a plain robe. “How quickly you seem to forget what started all this. Who’s to say I’ll put in this much effort for you again?”A biting reply, as always. But that was part of their routine too. Nagasone sighed in relief to have it back. Before Hachisuka disappeared from the room completely, he forced himself to get up so he could wrap him up in a tight hug, more to reassure himself than anything else. “Come back soon, ok?”Hachisuka turned a bright shade of red and coughed. “No need to be so clingy. I’ll be back before you know it.” Then he carefully, begrudgingly pulled himself out of Nagasone’s embrace so that he could go take a quick shower. Really, he’d be quick. “Don’t... don’t fall asleep without me.”Nagasone smiled. Having Hachisuka make a shy request like that was almost as good as the makeup sex. And at least as good as the dinner.