Voices from the Endless Night

[Fmkitty]

Title: Voices from the Endless Night
Fandom: Togainu no Chi
Pairing: Shiki x Akira (mentions of past Nano x Shiki)
Summary:
[This story is set after the Cat and Mouse ending aka Shiki's ED2 (the PSP/PS2 version)]
As Shiki wanders the in the cold, Toshima's streets after an unsuccessful hunt for Nano, the line of dead bodies piques his feline curiosity. He understands that might be a trap. Nevertheless, he takes the risk with the hope that at the end of the chain of corpses, something far more interesting waiting for him...

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Another day, another target has been taken down. Besides, it’s nothing more than a dull part of one red-eyed swordsman that helps him to kill some time and finish another day. Thus, day by day - the same process all over again - rinse and repeat.

Only the desire to encounter and defeat That Man, who has shown him true madness, has driven Shiki to live and become strong. Or at least it was his only motivation and fuel for years until one silver-haired Igura player sparked something in him.

Of course, he could have simply killed that arrogant young man who brought the combat knife into the deadly streets of Toshima, in the same spot as another small fry or Rein user. However, these blue eyes... These ice-blue eyes alone told that he had nothing to lose, yet wouldn’t give up that easily. More importantly, his mind was sharp, and his eyes were clean, unlike these disgusting drug addicts. Perhaps letting him go off the hook that time wasn’t a mistake.

When they met again under the heavy rain when Akira was at his worst, the dark-haired male could have ended his misery and finished his little friend, who tried mocking him. Nevertheless, he put his katana away and let that disgusting Rein addict disappear in the rain.

However, just as he was stretching his hand and about to make the silver-haired male into his new pet, the harsh slapping made Shiki widen his crimson eyes and freeze in the same spot. Apparently, Akira dared not only to reject his offered hand but also stared at him with indignant blue eyes and silently growled at him.

The red-eyed swordsman could have unleashed his trustworthy blade and punished him. On the other hand, such an unexpected gesture thrilled him and made him more interested in this fighter. Yet again, he let him live but, this time, looking forward to their other encounter.

A few days have passed. Shiki wondered why he held back from finishing some amateur young man like Akira. Even how the blue-eyed male had survived that long without a single scratch in this dangerous place with no rules was a mystery to the ruthless Grim Reaper of Toshima.

‘That guy was a walking enigma…’ Shiki was telling himself after being unable to figure out why he could not let his katana stain with Akira’s blood. It was as if he sensed a hidden potential in that young man that must be triggered in the hard way.

Although, he knew - he’d return to him on his own as a dog to his owner’s side, even if he still didn’t realize that. It was only a matter of time. The red-eyed swordsman reminded himself while sitting on his Il Re throne, impatiently waiting.

Fortunately, that day, luck was on his side, and Akira returned to him but to face him as an aloof challenger. Even then, fate had played tricks on Shiki, and along with the war breaking out, he learned that the silver-haired male was connected to That Man to nullify his blood effect. Therefore, he had a reason to kill someone so closely related to that creature that humiliated him years ago.

When he was that close to staining his blade with Akira’s blood, he announced it was not worth his time and would chase after That Man. However, the very little that he knew that his question of whether he’ll get to That Man or Akira may get him, would fuel the silver-haired male’s desire to become strong and be his new life goal.

The days have passed and turned into weeks, which became months. However, Miss Fortune had brought them together again as the deadliest rivals, who clashed their swords as equals without holding back.

Despite that, a sword battle after a sword battle would always end the same way of fighting for their dominance in bed. At this point, it was impossible to decide whether the thrill of Death tapping their shoulder when they fought was the reason that kept bringing them back or instinctively yearning for each other’s body warmth and intimacy.

Eventually, that didn’t matter anymore to them. After their last encounter, Akira has proven that he might be worthy of staying by Shiki’s side and becoming his partner-in-crime or even someone more.

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Back to the presence. Today Shiki’s search for Nano’s whereabouts had led to nowhere as That Man has disappeared into the dark night. Naturally, he gets frustrated and facepalms while grinding his teeth.

But for now, as he remembers about his partner, he sighs and fixes his hair.

‘Perhaps he still peacefully resting in the hotel room. Besides, even by the time I return, he would be still sleeping like a log.’ Shiki assumes as he imagines Akira curling under the blanket and slumbering like a dog after getting tired by waiting for his owner.

Unfortunately, his further thoughts are interrupted by the screech of the feral crackhead, who charges at Shiki with the heavy baseball bat strike.

Despite that, the red-eyed swordsman isn’t confused and closes his eyes. After gripping the handle of his trustworthy weapon, he moves his thumb to the sheath and reveals the shiny, naked blade.

One sudden movement, and as the crimson liquid spills like a fountain, that man screams out before harshly hitting the ground.

After wiping his katana with the tissue, Shiki tosses the stained tissue on the fresh corpse before continuing his way to his rented place.

An hour has passed. As the dark-haired male wanders in the empty streets, illuminated by the platinum moonlight, something catches his eye. Apparently, if it was only a single dead body, he may ignore it, as it’s nothing significant.

More importantly, there is another corpse just a few steps away from this one that is followed by a line of dead men. Of course, it would be much wiser to dismiss them and mind his own business. After all, who knows where it can lead if not making one join this grotesque chain?

On the other hand, what if it might be some sick joke of That Man? Or something that may entertain him? The dark-haired male decides and curves a satisfied smile.

After a while of following the line of slain men, Shiki reaches an old, abandoned shopping district, where one silver-haired male grasps his victim’s neck with his hand while the other holds his katana and points at its target.

At that moment, nothing seems to exist in this world for the blue-eyed assassin – only him and his prey, who barely show any signs of struggle. Even the mild breeze is afraid to disturb the eery silence.

Suddenly, Shiki’s footsteps alert Akira and make him turn his head toward the source of this noise. But for now, he stares at his partner with his wide blue eyes that reflect the moonlight like sapphires and whispers. “Shiki…”

The red-eyed swordsman approaches him gracefully, akin to a confident feline exploring unfamiliar grounds while concealing his arrogant expression. “Hmph. Just leave you alone for a moment and you cause trouble.”

It makes the silver-haired male only close his eyes and turn his head away. “It’s your fault.”

A second later, he stabs the wounded man and slits his guts. As his intestines loosely drop, Akira releases the target like a dirty rag. After cleaning his blade and letting it rest in the sheath, he closes his eyes and addresses him while hiding his irritation. “You went after Nano, didn’t you?”

When Shiki gets close to him, he wraps his arm around his waist and studies his partner’s face. After receiving no verbal response, Akira takes his silence, and these narrowed, bloody red eyes as his answer.

‘Of course, you did, you fool…’ The silver-haired male thinks while he places his gloved palms on Shiki’s chest and grasps his t-shirt.

Yet the dark-haired male doesn’t miss his chance to tease his prized possession. “What is it with you? Did you really get bored without me?”

When Akira lowers his gaze, he briefly explains. “I heard these men were planning to kill you. So, I had no choice but to take down one after one before they got you. That’s it.”

Such a response makes Shiki delightfully smile. After silently respiring, he gently holds Akira’s chin and tilts his head. Even if the preserved silver-haired swordsman keeps his poker face, his upset and worried blue eyes reveal his true colors.

When the dark-haired male narrows his gaze, he comments while keeping his serious face. “You’re terrible at lying or hiding anything. So, there must be something more to you, lining these bodies like that.”

After he cracks a mocking smile, he adds. “As if you wanted me to follow you.”

That’s it! It is the last drop of Akira’s patience. Finally, he holds onto Shiki’s long leather coat and pushes him against the nearest wall.

When he corners his partner, he backfires without holding back his frustration. “You still don’t get it… Go and figure out by yourself!”

Meanwhile, Shiki doesn’t remove his eyes from his partner and momentarily allows him to do as he pleases. Even when the silver-haired male grabs his t-shirt and brings him closely, he is unbothered.

After shakily exhaling and nervously swallowing the saliva, Akira places his palms on Shiki’s cheeks. “You may have a bullet stuck in your head without noticing and yet you are still overly obsessed over some man of your past. I hate it...”

Lastly, after a brief pause, he whispers. “I’ll make you look only at me, Shiki.”

Just when Shiki is about to escape from his partner, he immediately widens his eyes at how Akira grips his wrists and presses them against the concrete wall. Nevertheless, he keeps his smug feline-like look and closes his eyes. “Hmph. Aren’t you allowing yourself a bit too much?”

Instead of giving in to his provocation, the silver-haired male only parts his legs with his lifted knee while observing him. “Think as you wish...”

Even if his posture remains stoic, these blue, unsatisfied eyes alone warned that he won’t let this dark-haired male go. But for now, Akira closes his eyes and tiptoes enough before gently pressing his lips against his partner’s.

At first, such an innocent kiss doesn’t amaze the red-eyed swordsman, even if, a couple of seconds later, he can feel Akira’s tongue parting his lips. Even so, he invites the silver-haired male inside, knowing he’ll defeat him for the nth time.

As he expected during their battle for dominance, the blue-eyed swordsman already makes these adorable whims while catching for breath, and his cheeks dyed in the lovely tone of pink.

‘That’s was far too easy~’ Shiki ponders and chuckles like already claiming his victory by a mere deep kissing. Unfortunately for him, when he tries to shake off his hands, Akira grips him tighter.

‘Tsk. He is really stubborn… As if I let you get away with it. I’ll remember it.’ The dark-haired male wonders as his partner sits him down while continuing their passionate kiss.

After sitting on his knees and withdrawing his blushing face from his partner, Akira stares at him with ignited eyes and confesses while intertwining their fingers. “I’ll burn it into your memory and your body to whom you belong.”

From his partner’s shaky palms alone, Shiki can tell that he is only bold by using words. Besides, he could use it to his advantage and get his rematch by showing no mercy. On the other hand, giving Akira a false sense of being in charge might be far more interesting.

The red-eyed swordsman only turns his head away and lowers his gaze. “Just get down into the business before I changed my mind.”

These words thrill the silver-haired male. Nevertheless, he understands that he cannot lower his guard. After all, Shiki may have a trick or two under his sleeve and will strike when one least expects.

“You better not try anything funny…” Akira addresses him before lowering him onto his back. When he sits on top of him, he unbuckles and removes his belt. “Lift your hands.”

However, Shiki’s mocking look and unusual obedience make him slightly frown and briefly lower his head.

After fixing his hair, Akira adds. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t. Not this time.”

Lastly, he leans closely and ties up the red-eyed swordsman’s pinned wrists. Meanwhile, Shiki only observes the silver-haired assassin fixing his back and removing his long leather gloves.

Even when his partner places and spreads his palm under his t-shirt, the dark-haired male doesn’t remove his eyes from him and makes an adorable sigh.

After exposing Shiki’s abs and chest, Akira momentarily silently admires his well-built body before lowering his curious eyes to his belt and his lower regions.

Despite realizing where this is going and how he may not escape from being held by the silver-haired male, Shiki refuses to resist. After turning his head away, he carefully closes his eyes. Besides, it was only a matter of time before Akira would want to top him.

To think of... It is the second time in the red-eyed swordsman’s life that he is being embraced while being surrounded by a sea of dead bodies. The only difference is that instead of the hellish battlefield and never-ending flame and gunshots, tonight is a serene night accompanied by the stars and the platinum full moon.

More so, instead of being trapped under the awakened sadistic beast’s claw and unable to end his own life because he was forced to endure that suffering and humiliation by the same man who was the embodiment of madness and destruction, he now voluntarily surrenders to the nullifier of his enemy.

No matter how difficult it was to swallow his pride to admit it, what if all this time he was slowly getting attached to this dearly prized possession and accepting him but not the other way around as he thought? What if, tonight, Akira is the one who is sparing him and detoxifying him? Who knows?…

In the end, all Shiki can do is make lewd noises and cries that don’t feel as if they belong to him, while his partner keeps calling his name in such a sensual way as trying to reach out to him and roughly penetrating him.

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After a while, a couple of swordsmen sit closely while the moonlight shines on them. But for now, Akira leans close and rests his head on Shiki’s shoulder without disturbing this peaceful moment.

Even if earlier, the dark-haired male refused his help to get clean or get dressed like a proud feline and did it by himself, Akira was amazed that he didn’t point his blade at him or slap him.

Suddenly, he makes a small whimper as someone places his palm on his head. A second later, the blue-eyed swordsman blissfully narrows his gaze and allows his partner to stroke his hair. When he grasps the large silver cross on Shiki’s chest and doesn’t let go, he hopes from the bottom of his heart that this reckless man will stay by his side for a bit longer.

Meanwhile, the dark-haired male only closes his eyes and sighs at his partner’s needy side. In the end, Shiki pulls Akira into a tight hug and addresses him in a purring-like voice. “What am I going to do with you? Well, it cannot be helped…”

Instead of saying anything, the silver-haired male only silently nods and rubs his cheek against his shoulder.

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Notes:

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