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He sees Akira hunched over on the floor, clipping his toenails. His smooth back is bared and marred with the remnants of the scratches Yusuke himself had recently carved there. He regrets hurting the one person who knows all of him and still refuses to abandon him—even as an expression of his pleasure.
He feels a strong urge to hug him but an equally as strong desire to scratch more, maybe even scratch him in half. The longer he stares, the more visible the deep red line slowly etching its way across his back becomes. It’s a beautiful shade on him, and as the line gets deeper, Yusuke wants to see more.
He blinks, and the scarlet line is gone. The shard of glass in his hand is not. Yusuke throws it away from him in alarm. Had he truly almost turned on the one person who has never made him feel other? He wraps his arms tightly around Akira’s waist as he sits behind him.
“Oh hello,” Akira pats his head before getting back to his grooming, blissfully unaware of how close to his end he was.
“Akira, you must punish me.”
He gives a small laugh. “And why would I do that?”
“Bad thoughts.”
“About...?”
Yusuke pauses for a long while. “Violence...” he whispers, his voice breaking.
“You wanna kill me?” Akira asks nonchalantly.
“No! But... the thoughts.... I don’t ever want to hurt you, but the thoughts....” he holds tighter to Akira.
“Hmm,” he muses, closing up the nail clippers. “Let go.”
“No! Please! I promise I-“
“Yusuke. Let go.” Akira’s voice is steady, unemotional. Yusuke moves away, wounded and devastated that even Akira hates him now.
Akira turns to him and wraps him in a hug, a lingering kiss to the top of his head as Yusuke clings to him.
“You won’t hurt me. I trust you. It’s alright.” Yusuke cries a bit harder, the relief crashing over him.
They sit this way for a long while as Yusuke slowly calms down.
“You know,” Akira’s voice is dripping with seduction. “There’s no reason you have to deny yourself. No one else does.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have violent thoughts. You don’t want to hurt me, but if there were someone else...?” There’s a long moment of silence. Akira can feel Yusuke’s hands go clammy on his back.