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Haruka rolled his eyes as he listened to his tutor drone on, what had started as a meet and greet had soon become a tour of the campus. He knew it was supposed to be helpful but it Haruka was pretty sure he'd be able to find his own way around, it couldn't be that difficult. He especially didn't need to be part of the current library tour, it was only shelves of books after all.

"And over here is where all the journals are kept." His tutor said, leading them towards shelves built into a moving floor.

Haruka rolled his eyes as the system was explained to him, as if he couldn't use his own two eyes to read and find what he needed.

To ease his boredom Haruka did a scan of the library, surprisingly busy considering the students had only been back a week – he supposed your final year was go from the start. He frowned at the display, hoping he'd never become like these people. There was a girl sleeping, a boy shaking as he downed another energy drink, a study group clearly dressed in their clothes from the night before. It was a mess in here.

He gasped slightly at a boy buried in books, furiously taking notes.

"Makoto?" He smiled, so typical to throw himself into his studies despite most students using their first year as an excuse to get drunk every night.

"Did you say something?" The girl next to him whispered, she'd been eyeing him up hopefully since they'd been put into the same tutor group.

"No, it's nothing." He shook his head.

Haruka drowned out the voice of his tutor, smiling to himself as he watched Makoto, who was completely oblivious of his one-man audience. Makoto looked stunning in his glasses, absentmindedly chewing his pencil as he frowned at whatever he was reading.

"Any questions before we finish?" His tutor asked, smiling expectantly at the group of students who had lost interest about half an hour ago. "No? Then I guess the rest of the morning is yours."

Haruka felt such relief as the tutor walked off and the crowd began to dissipate. He nervously eyed up Makoto, he hadn't expressed an interest in seeing him again so maybe he wouldn't appreciate an unexpected visit. But life was too short too hesitate, he'd lost Makoto once and he wasn't about to go through that again.

"What do you think?" The same girl from earlier asked, Haruka having missed the beginning of her sentence.

"Sorry, what?" He frowned, the girl laughing at his confusion.

"I said, a group of us are going to get a coffee would you like to come?" She smiled.

"Erm, I've just seen a friend so I was going to go say hi." He gestured behind him, almost wincing as her expression quickly dropped to disappointment. "But I might pop by later."

"Okay." She beamed, almost immediately forgetting her sadness. "See you in a bit."

Haruka barely gave her a second glance as he headed over to Makoto, a spring in his step that he would furiously deny.

"Is this seat taken?" Haruka asked, not even waiting for a response as he dropped into the seat in front of Makoto.

"Haru?" He gasped.

"What you doing?" He asked, gesturing towards the booms and purposefully ignoring his surprise.

"Pre-reading, should have done it over the summer really." He admitted sheepishly. "But I was spending all my time with Sousuke before he left."

"Sousuke?" He echoed, somewhat jealously. He recognised the name vaguely, maybe Makoto used to talk about him before which meant he was someone important and that didn't sit well with Haruka if he was being honest.

"He's my best friend, I've known him for as long as I can remember. But he went travelling so I wanted to see him as much as I could before I went." He explained. "I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?" Haruka frowned.

"The whole long-distance thing, it must be so hard for you and Rin." He said sympathetically.

"We get by." He shrugged, the few times a week they did speak was more than enough.

"But you must miss Rin, I know how… close you two are." Makoto said carefully, waiting for Haruka to fill in the gaps. "I mean I miss Sousuke and we're just…"

"Are you dating?" Haruka interrupted, he hadn't gone through all the pain of losing Makoto to have him taken a second time.

"No." He shook his head. "We're just good friends."

"Let's go get a coffee." He suggested, knowing that he wouldn't be stepping on any toes anymore. "You're not doing much studying anyway."

"Haru." He sighed. "I'm sorry, I can't. I understand that you want to be friends but for me it's just not something I can do."

"Why not?" Haruka frowned. He felt like his heart had been healed from seeing Makoto walk back into his life, glad to have his love back but the feeling was, clearly, not returned.

"It will be hard for me, I haven't quite moved past the relationship we used to have." He swallowed, Haruka's heart soaring at his words. "I can't be around you and not be with you. You don't understand how difficult it is for me to be this close, all I want to do is hold you, touch you, kiss you…"

"I won't stop you." He said with a smirk.

"Haru!" He gasped, the boy had obviously changed since they had last been together. "You can't do that to Rin."

"Rin?" He frowned. "What's he got to do with us?"

"Just because he's in Australia doesn't mean you can just cheat." He spat out.

"What? Do you think me and Rin are dating?" Haruka asked in disbelief, trying very hard not to laugh at the implication.

"Well… yes… I jus assumed… you talk about him a lot… you always smile…" Makoto spluttered, blushing at Haruka's indignant face.

"Never assume things." Haruka shook his head, reaching into his bag to grab his phone. "Rin has a boyfriend anyway. Sort of."

Haruka held his phone out and showed him one of the many selfies Rin had sent with his friend - whose name escaped him at the moment.

"What?" He gasped, grabbing the phone. "But that's Sousuke."

"Small world." Haruka shrugged, they'd established they were both available so why weren't they kissing?

"He never mentioned that to me." Makoto pouted. He supposed he didn't really give Sousuke much of a chance to talk as he was going through the Haruka related angst. "I even spoke to him last night."

Makoto frowned as he grabbed his bag, digging through it as he muttered to himself. Haruka smiled himself fondly as he watched him, he really hadn't changed at all.

"I mean why wouldn't he tell me? I tell him everything." Makoto shook his head, tutting like an angry mother. This was really getting them nowhere. He'd blatantly told Haruka he wanted to touch and kiss him but instead was more interested in what their friends were doing in another country.

Haruka decided to take matters into his own hands – quite literally. He reached forward to gently cup Makoto's cheek, lifting his face up so he was looking at him rather than his phone. With a soft smile Haruka closed the distance between them, just a brief brush of the lips but enough contact to spark up all those old feelings that had laid dormant for so long. The kiss was a small match that lit a fire and Haruka desperately needed more.

"Meet me in the bathroom." He whispered against his lips.

"Huh?" Makoto spluttered, dropping his phone.

Haruka winked at him as he sauntered to the bathroom.

"H-Haru?" He stuttered, but he didn't get a response. Haruka knew if Makoto had felt even half of the spark he did from that kiss he'd be following him.

…

Haruka was barely waiting two minutes before Makoto was stumbling into the room, flushed cheeks as his eyes nervously darted around the empty bathroom.

"Haru we sh…" Was all Makoto could say before he was pushed against the wall with a squeak.

"I've missed you." Haruka whispered against Makoto's lip.

"I missed you too." He admitted with a small smile. "The moment I saw you again I was so happy. It was one of the best moments of my life."

"Mine too." He said, biting back a laugh at the image of Makoto tumbling over his own feet. The boy had really crashed back into his life.

"Haru." Makoto whined, already knowing where Haruka's mind had drifted.

"Sorry." He laughed. To further apologise Haruka pressed closer with a kiss, not as chaste as outside but still just lips caressing and tickling. Just when Haruka was about to deepen the kiss the main door was thrown open to reveal a gapping student.

"What is it about books that turns people on?" The boy sighed. "I swear to god you can't walk anywhere in this building without stumbling upon someone making out."

"I'm sorry." Makoto whimpered, burying his red face in his hands.

"Whatever." He shrugged. "I'll just use the toilets on the next floor."

Haruka watched him leave, waiting until the door stopped swinging behind him before turning back towards Makoto with a smile. As if the interruption hadn't just happened.

"Haru, we can't." Makoto shook his head.

Haruka pouted and looked around for a solution, one greeting him very quickly.

"Come on." Haruka whispered with a smirk, pulling on Makoto's belt loops to get him to follow.

"Haru." He whined, but made no attempts to fight the pull.

Makoto let himself be guided into the nearest cubicle, he knew he should protest. They were on university grounds after all, in a toilet no less. But after years without Haruka he couldn't say no, after just one hit he was addicted again.

Almost as soon as the door was locked, Haruka was crowding Makoto again. Kissing him deeply and moaning at the familiar taste on his tongue. Makoto's hands drifted low and gripped Haruka's hips, pulling him closer so they were flushed together. Not a breadth of air between them.

"Haru." Makoto moaned as the other boy kissed his neck, trailing hands sliding into his underwear. "Is this not too much too fast?"

"I've waited my whole life for you, this is just right." Haruka smiled, letting his fingers stroke along the hardening length.

Makoto let out a shaky exhale but made no attempts to stop Haruka's taunting fingers, he moaned when they slid away and back to his hips.

"But, I'll only do what you want me to." Haruka said, licking his lips. Makoto blushed, not really wanted to voice his desires out loud in such a public place. What if the hadn't checked and a poor student was sat in the cubicle next to them hearing the whole thing?

"Haru." Makoto whined, dropping his head down to Haruka's neck to whisper in his ear. "I want you to touch me."

"I am touching you." He teased.

"I want you to me touch me here." He said, boldly cupping Haruka's growing erection.

"Hmm." He hummed. "I suppose I can do that."

Makoto's head dropped against the door as Haruka lowered his zipper, his hard cock finally free from the constraints of his jeans. Haruka wasted no time in shimmying out of his own trousers, rubbing their crotches together through the barrier of their underwear.

"Haru." Makoto pouted. "You're not touching me."

"So needy." He teased with a kiss.

Makoto's hands slipped into Haruka's hair through the kiss, pulling slightly on the soft, black locks. The touch was a little rough but he loved it all the same, it had his knees feeling weak.

Makoto whined in pleasure as Haruka lowered his boxers and his hard cock stood proudly against his stomach, Haruka mouth practically watered at the sight. He eagerly lowered his own boxers, pressing forward to press their cocks flush.

"Makoto." Haruka whispered, shivering at the heat he could feel radiating off the other boy. Gone were the days when he felt like the wind, here he was a solid, living body for Haruka to touch and pleasure.

Haruka reached down and wrapped his hands around both their lengths, his thumb teasingly rubbing Makoto's slit but not moving. Makoto bucked into the touch, desperate for friction but Haruka just smirked at his desperation.

"Patience." Haruka teased, licking Makoto's lips before giving him a deep kiss, the wet smack echoing around them.

Makoto whined and continue to undulate his hips, begging and pleading for Haruka to do something. And he soon relented. Torturously slow he moved his hand, Makoto huffed. How was Haruka not as frustrated as him by this pace?

Makoto reached down and wrapped his larger hand around Haruka's, guiding and increasing the pace. Haruka moaned as the tight hold had their cocks pushed closer together, their heat and slick shared.

"Ahh!" Makoto cried out as their heads rubbed together, the sensation sending sparks down his spine.

"I've missed you, I've missed the sounds you make." Haruka admitted. Granted they had only been intimate once it was still ingrained in his mind. Every sigh, every moan, every gasp, every touch had been relived night after night in solitude.

"Use the ones on the next floor." A voice said as the door to the bathroom was pushed open.

Makoto's hand immediately stilled at the noise, his whole body going rigid.

"It's empty." Another voice said.

"I'm telling you, there were two guys in here seconds away from fucking." The first voice sighed.

"Maybe they went back to the dorms." They joked.

The rest of the conversation disappeared beneath Makoto's heartbeat, ringing loudly in his ears as Haruka began moving his hand again. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, his body shivering against the door but the lack of stalling in the conversation the other people in the room hadn't noticed.

"Haru." He begged in a hiss, eyes wide with fear and arousal at the idea of being caught. "They'll hear us."

"You'll just have to be quiet." He whispered, picking up the hem of Makoto's shirt and pushing it in his mouth.

Haruka moved his hand quicker, his own pants and harsh breaths buried into Makoto's neck. Makoto's moaned around the shirt, muffled and quiet enough to only be heard if you knew to listen.

Makoto was close, dangerously close, but he begged his body to wait. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold back his voice. As if he knew, Haruka began to lick and nip at his neck while teasingly smearing pre-cum around his head. Each whimper from Makoto's lips fuelling him forward.

Finally, the door was shut, the room falling silent beside the slick sound of their cocks rubbing together.

"H-Haru." Makoto moaned, freeing his mouth from his constraints. "I… I can't..."

He gasped loudly, losing the end of his sentence as he came, his whole body shaking against the rattling door. Haruka let go of is own cock and focused on Makoto, milking him through his orgasm, each spurt painting Makoto's chest where his shirt was still rucked up.

Haruka eyed the liquid with desire, before there had been nothing but now the evidence of their lust and passion was sprinkled across Makoto's chest. Without thinking he leant forward, eagerly lapping it all up.

"S'dirty." Makoto murmured, tightly gripping Haruka's hair as his lips closed around his nipple. No doubt if it hadn't just been spent his dick would show interest.

"Don't care." He smirked, kissing so he could taste himself of his lips.

"What about you?" He panted between the kiss.

Haruka spun on his heel so his back was facing Makoto before pulling his arms around him, lowering his until they were wrapped around his cock. He guided the pair forward until they were stood by the toilet, it was hardly the most of romantic views to get off to but it would make for a quick clean up.

Makoto wetly kissed Haruka's neck, his hands moving at just the right speed to have Haruka's toes curling. His head rolled back against Makoto's shoulder, his moans and pants so loud he no longer cared who heard them.

"I'm close." He breathed, reaching up to tug on Makoto's hair.

Makoto bit down on his neck as Haruka came, a deep, purple bruise to remember this moment.

Haruka didn't move as he recovered from his high, Makoto's body supporting him was the only thing stopping him from falling to the ground.

"I… I love you." Makoto whispered, so quiet that if Haruka didn't want to acknowledge him he quite easily could have. But he didn't want to, he didn't want the confession to go ignored.

"I love you too." Haruka replied, moving his head slightly to kiss Makoto. "Want to come back to my place?"

"Sure." Makoto smiled, shaking his head fondly. He guessed studying would have to wait.

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Kisumi growled, watching as two souls became one again. He thought he had made it very clear, he thought he'd give Makoto enough of a warning but apparently not.

"Love." He spat, he detested the word.

It was a foolish notion but all the mortals believed in it, they believed so strongly that even a god couldn't fight it. Sure, there were ways to separate them but they were tricky, messy, but they were doable.

Unfortunately, there was one thing Kisumi detested more than love and that was getting his hands dirty. If there was a way to get them apart without him having to work at it then he would do it.

He just needed to warn Makoto, remind just how lucky he was to have Kisumi look after him it would be rude of him to throw it back in his face.

…

Makoto rubbed his eyes, unwilling to open them just yet when he hadn't even remembered falling asleep. He and Haruka had been talking for what seemed like hours when tiredness must have overcome them both.

He felt a pressure on his chest, pinning him to the bed. He smiled and opened his eyes, expecting to see blue eyes shining down at him but that's not what he was met with. Instead, he saw glowing purple eyes, full of anger.

"Kisumi?" He stuttered.

"Where you expecting someone else?" He smirked. "Someone with dark hair perhaps? Someone you were specifically told to stay away from."

"I… I didn't mean to." He pleaded, searching around the room but Haruka was nowhere to be seen.

"I know." He sneered. "I watched your pathetic soul follow his, yet again."

Makoto frowned at the sneer, annoyed that the God cared so little for others and love that he dismissed it, dismissed their feelings.

"I love him." Makoto said with determination.

"Love, there's that nasty word again." He snapped, moving quick as a flash to wrap his hand around Makoto's neck and block his airways. "You would do well to remember who you are talking to. Just because that mortal owns half your heart I still have the rest and one day I will have all of it again. You wouldn't want to upset me, now would you?"

Makoto reluctantly shook his head, no longer able to speak properly. He was unsure if it was fear or the hold on his wind pipe that did it.

"Good boy, I knew you were smart." Kisumi smiled, releasing his hold and gently stroking his cheek. "I made a big risk giving you a second chance, don't let me regret it."

As suddenly as he appeared, Kisumi vanished. Leaving Makoto alone in a dark room, a voice distantly calling his name. It sounded worried but also sounded safe, a voice he wanted to go towards.

"Makoto." Haruka chanted, gently nudging the boy sleeping beside him.

Makoto woke with a big inhale of breath, sweat drying around his neck as his heartbeat loudly.

"Haru?" He croaked, his voice feeling rough and sore.

"Are you okay?" Haruka frowned. "You looked like you were having trouble breathing."

"I'm fine." Makoto nodded, pulling Haruka towards him and into a hug.

"You sure?" He hummed, listening to the sound of heart that he never thought would beat.

"Yeah." He kissed the top of his head. "Just a bad dream."

But the more he thought about it the more Makoto couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't just a dream. It was a warning.

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