[Aki is pretty sure Gun doesn't have eyes. Seeing when the pistol covers his face is akin to seeing through pinned holes, similar to the sight of a rifle, a magnified perspective that blocks out everything else. But the smaller things that come with not having eyes have always frustrated him. The inability to shield them. To close them. So many things he took for granted that are impossible when he has Gun pulled over his face. The ability to embrace someone, to turn his face into their neck. To nuzzle. To press his forehead into theirs. These things didn't matter before, but with Denji in his lap, he wishes it would all melt faster and he could go back to that. So when he kisses that very part of him that he's been cursing, hating, despising - mourning - Aki realizes there's at least one thing he can still do with eyes covered by Gun. He can stil cry.]
[It's not really clear where the tears come from, the mottled and veiny blindfold of Gun concealing where they start. Denji says that word and Aki sets his jaw, refusal biting at his lips, but he repeats it before he can disagree verbally. Stupid, he could call him. Idiot. Brat. Devil. He can still taste his blood on his lips, feel his body warm around his cock. He has the nerve to say Yours when Aki feels so encased in him, wrapped in him. How can Denji be his when Aki doesn't even own the sheen on his lips?]
Denji.
[Like it's the only way he can respond. He can't openly reject him. He knows that will just bring back the futility that's been swamping them for the past hour. Surely this, too, is an extension of that - but Aki pushes the thought away as quickly as it forms, staring at Denji in front of him through his sights, the barrel pointed straight at his face but with no more malice than a party popper. Fine, he could tell him, you be mine, too. But who is he talking to? Denji or Gun? Will he ever really have either of them for himself? Is it okay to want them both when the reasons are so drastically different? He doesn't know. He's never been so selfish as to want something like that in the first place.]
Bite me.
[He doesn't know how to plan for the long term anymore. But in the short term, he knows what he wants, even without Future there to tell him how it will turn out. Maybe he'd been looking through sights for longer than he realized if he thinks about it that way.]
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[Aki is pretty sure Gun doesn't have eyes. Seeing when the pistol covers his face is akin to seeing through pinned holes, similar to the sight of a rifle, a magnified perspective that blocks out everything else. But the smaller things that come with not having eyes have always frustrated him. The inability to shield them. To close them. So many things he took for granted that are impossible when he has Gun pulled over his face. The ability to embrace someone, to turn his face into their neck. To nuzzle. To press his forehead into theirs. These things didn't matter before, but with Denji in his lap, he wishes it would all melt faster and he could go back to that. So when he kisses that very part of him that he's been cursing, hating, despising - mourning - Aki realizes there's at least one thing he can still do with eyes covered by Gun. He can stil cry.]
[It's not really clear where the tears come from, the mottled and veiny blindfold of Gun concealing where they start. Denji says that word and Aki sets his jaw, refusal biting at his lips, but he repeats it before he can disagree verbally. Stupid, he could call him. Idiot. Brat. Devil. He can still taste his blood on his lips, feel his body warm around his cock. He has the nerve to say Yours when Aki feels so encased in him, wrapped in him. How can Denji be his when Aki doesn't even own the sheen on his lips?]
Denji.
[Like it's the only way he can respond. He can't openly reject him. He knows that will just bring back the futility that's been swamping them for the past hour. Surely this, too, is an extension of that - but Aki pushes the thought away as quickly as it forms, staring at Denji in front of him through his sights, the barrel pointed straight at his face but with no more malice than a party popper. Fine, he could tell him, you be mine, too. But who is he talking to? Denji or Gun? Will he ever really have either of them for himself? Is it okay to want them both when the reasons are so drastically different? He doesn't know. He's never been so selfish as to want something like that in the first place.]
Bite me.
[He doesn't know how to plan for the long term anymore. But in the short term, he knows what he wants, even without Future there to tell him how it will turn out. Maybe he'd been looking through sights for longer than he realized if he thinks about it that way.]