FINALLY I CAN POST THIS. Happy belated valentines to @juulookzousketchy!! I’ve never considered this ship before but now you’ve indirectly dragged me to juusei hell, thanks :) also I intended this to be a fic, but it turned out to be too long to be finished soon (the unfinished outline itself was already 3k words… the end product might be 15-20k words, orz). SO I decided to draw it just a couple of days before Valentine’s.
The title would be waves of old tension & new life, inspired by IAMX’s song The Void. Mostly hurt/comfort with a dash of fluff and smut, and lots of tactless Juuzou, angry Seidou, and two frustrated peeps in general.
But I’m not giving up on that fic yet. Until it is finished, have a written & drawn excerpt of it!
Also thanks a lot for the mods of @tgvalentine2018, bless you for organising this!! ;w;
“You can have a bite, you know.”
“The fuck?”
He felt Juuzou shrug. When Seidou turned to look at him (and would’ve ruined the braid had Juuzou not tied it quick enough) the younger male replied with a quizzical look. As if his words made the absolute perfect sense, not Seidou’s.
“It’s not like I feel pain.”
As if Seidou was questioning the obvious.
“Shut up. That’s not the case.”
“A lot of ghouls said I’m pretty delicious.”
What the hell? Seidou clicked his tongue. “Stop messing around! Don’t say it like it’s something trivial! You think it’s like a game, huh? Well, let me tell you: it’s not.” Juuzou didn’t (need to) know how much the prospect excited Seidou and his ghoulish palate. So much that he’ll hate himself forever if he let himself loose and chew a chunk of Juuzou’s flesh. Hell, he’d starve himself to death if he did.
Seidou bit his bottom lip at the thought. “Whatever,” he muttered. He turned away and propped himself up from the floor, trying to stand up.
Except he couldn’t because Juuzou pulled him back down. By the braid. Dammit!
The ghoul landed back on the floor with a faint thud. He could’ve sworn Juuzou snickered as he fell. Seidou spun around. “You know I have meat supplies, right? Oi, bastard, let go—” His words died when Juuzou’s hands were on his shoulders. Those wiry hands, as well as those cerise irises’ gaze, somehow held him in place. Juuzou’s eyes resembled murky pools of blood, but Seidou could make out a few emotions swirling underneath, swimming under their surface.
There’s a hint of annoyance – frustration. Hesitation.
Determination.
And want.
“Do you think I didn’t see you eyeing me all the time?”
Seidou froze. He could feel heat rising to his ears and cheeks. Juuzou started to blush too – he could sense it – but his hands remain planted on his shoulders. Doesn’t mean I’ll take a bite! It’s not just because of that. I have other reasons. It’s because – i-it’s – fuck it, you idiot, you— but Juuzou lowered his head, closing their distance despite Seidou’s internal monologue. Their noses were only a couple centimetres apart. The perfect proximity for a head-butt, if Seidou willed so.
Instead he chose to let their breaths mingle as he murmured, “… I can eat your whole face for all I care.” It was a desperate last attempt to ditch the scene – which was completely half-assed, and Juuzou thought so too, because he let Seidou know by flashing him a coy smile.
“Nope, you won’t.” With that Juuzou closed his eyes and puckered his lips.
And then Seidou kissed him.
