The Replacement

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Fruits Basket characters. Because if I did Yuki would rule the world and Haru would be his sex toy.

This is a one-shot HaruxAyame. If people really request it I will consider turning it into a story but you have to request. So please R&R and enjoy.

The Replacement

The morning had started off badly and had continued to progress into an even worse afternoon. Hatsuharu Sohma sat in his with his head bowed slightly as he doodled incomprehensible images on his test that he was supposed to be taking. Or at least he thought they were unintelligible.

As his mind wondered through a variety of thoughts it swiftly landed on a person that made his mouth twitch into a smile and his loins tighten in his pants. The thought of his older cousin always seemed to have that effect on him no matter where he was. He thought of the bishounen and his angelic face.

The way his gray hair sparkled and fell softly around his face as if it was liquid silver, outlining those amazing lilac orbs that always seemed to glisten with sadness, ivory skin contrasting against those ruby lips that he knew must feel as soft as rose pedals, aching, begging to be kissed though he knew he would never be given that simplest of joys from his beloved.

But it didn’t hurt to imagine.

Haru saw so clearly the well toned muscles in his chest, imaging those slender arms circling his strong neck. His lips parting in a soft moan that clearly said “take me I’m yours,” before he gives into temptation and crushes his mouth against his adored bishounen. Softly at first, then more urgent as he wishes there was less clothing between them. And as if by simple thought alone the rest of their clothing disappears, leaving them completely naked and locked in each other’s arms.

He can feel the narrow hips grinding against his own as he moans into the mouth, brushing kisses along his lean neck and shoulders as he lets his hand slowly slide from behind his loved on and down his chest, his fingers aching to touch him more, to feel every inch of him. The flesh prickles at his light inquisitive touch as he ventures lower, feeling the deepened breathing emanating from the one in his arms, knowing he is aching for his touch as much as Hatsuharu is asking to touch him.

Haru feels the soft hair and knows he is close to his goal; he can barely control his breathing as he wants to reach lower but instead chooses to stay his hand and play in the soft curls, eliciting a throaty moan from his partner. The pale hand reaches down grasping Haru’s wrist urging him to go lower, to fulfill his obvious need. Haru bats his hand away and shakes his head playfully, “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast my aijin.”

For this he receives a pouting look and he chuckles to himself as his hand slowly slides further down clasping him in his strong hand, feeling the hardness of him as the skin tightens and becomes even more erect in his hand. Haru strokes him softly this awards him with the loud moans of his love and causes himself to harden even more as well. He can feel the power in his hand, ever vain pulsating, begging for release, the precum adding as lubricant as his fingers gently run along the crown and the slit the older boy moaning even louder with pleasure at this.

Hatsuharu pushes his older cousin against the wall so that he can pin him there and let his other hand be free to add to the immense pleasure he was giving him. The other boy’s head bangs back almost knocking himself out on the wall as Haru’s second hand slides down to fondle the tightening balls, massaging them, and tickling them in his hand as he suckles on the nape of his neck.

He knows he is close as he feels the boy grow even more still and his balls tighten even more so he drops to his knees in front of the bishounen and continues his pleasuring activities. Haru slowly sticks out the tip of his tongue and barely brushes it along the head of the organ and then takes it into his mouth begin to suckle it and run his tongue around it in circles while he other hand continues to stroke the rest of his length. The boy is oh so close and Haru can hardly stand to wait any longer before he can taste him fully.

All of a sudden his hand is pulled away and he is ripped from the sex and from his aijin. He stares blankly at his desk as the teacher stands in front of him yelling loud enough for the entire floor to hear, if the rest of the students hadn’t already left. Haru looked down at the paper in front of him, apparently throughout all of his little imaginings he hadn’t stopped writing and had inadvertently created a very well drawn picture of the image he was just creating in his mind.

His eyes saddened as he looked at the picture at the wonderful image and situation he had created in his mind. But that’s all it was, it was only in his mind. Yuki Sohma was a prize that was even out of his reach. The teacher grabbed the drawing and ordered Hatsuharu to stand up and grab his belongings. Haru stood as was told he was suddenly in a very melancholy mood now as he grabbed his bag and slipped his long jacket on, the very large bulge in his pants still very evident.

He wasn’t aware of leaving the classroom or the long walk down the hall and up the stairs to the principles office. Haru hadn’t answered any of the angry questions that the principle had asked him, he simply stood stark still and stared out the window. When the principle had had enough of this line of questioning he concluded it was time to bring the guardian in on this. So he ordered Hatsuharu to leave his office and sit in the chairs outside to wait until his guardian would be here to pick him up. Haru was too deep in though t to even care to mention that any guardian they would normally have called would be too busy to come right now.

The window didn’t give him much of a view, just a few trees and straggling kids that didn’t have lives of their own outside of school and chose to stay as long as humanly possible, and then some. It was at least a half hour before the principle came out of his office and informed Hatsuharu that someone would be there to pick him up soon. This startled him out of his thoughts as he looked at the older man.

“Who?” Haru asked as the balding man turned to return to his office.

The man used a white cloth to wipe the back of his sweating neck. “How should I know? I called so many family members I could start a phonebook of my own. It was one of your cousins.” He shook his head and glanced at the white and black haired boy sitting in the green chair behind him. “You really are a nuisance aren’t you?”

Haru didn’t bother with an answer; he had had enough adults bothering him in his life. Normally he would have chosen that moment to slam the green chair into the son of a bitches back but since he was already so far gone in his agony at the moment it was too hard for his black side to surface so he stayed quiet watching as the principle went back into his office and closed the door behind him.

Who the hell did he get a hold of that would have time to come down and get him? He wondered as his attention was drawn once more to the window and at the dwindling number of students. His eyes drooped slowly as he continued watching, it had been a long night filled with uneasy dreams of Akito and he hadn’t gotten much sleep so he was very tired. Ever so slowly he let his face rest against the cool glass and closes his eyes, but this time his dreams were filled with another face that brought that same sweet smile to his lips.

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Ayame had been working on a new design when the phone had rang interrupting the creative juices flowing through his body. He didn’t bother answering it though, after all that’s what the assistants were for right? As this thought slithered through his mind the brown head peeped through the door drawing his attention once again away from the more modern style of a nurse’s costume.

“Boss?” She asked as she adjusted the black glasses and straightened the plaid skirt that she wore along with the rest of the school girl outfit.

“Yes Mine?” Ayame said happily in a tone that let her know she wasn’t in trouble for interrupting his work.

“There is a principle on the phone from Kaibara High School…”

Ayame stood up quicker than Mine had been planning and she squealed as he went flying past her to answer the phone that lay motionless on the front table.

“Yes this is Ayame…that’s right Sohma is everything okay with my brother?” He waited for the response and let out the largest sigh in relief as he heard that Yuki was fine. “Oh good. Well then what do I owe this call to. Or is it just that you wished to talk to the infamous Ayame Sohma…really I am truly honored but you should know not to interrupt working hours for pleasures…oh really Hatsuharu did…I see. Well I will be there shortly to pick him up. All right, thank you.”

Aya hung up the phone and Mine was right by his side with a worried look on her face. “Is everything okay Boss?” She asked as he gave her one of his gorgeous smiles.

“Of course, my younger cousin Hatsuharu-Kun just seems to have had a bit of a problem at school. Though I honestly believe the principle just misses my presence and wants to see me I mean what other reason would he call me instead of someone at the main house?”

He gracefully glided across the floor to a coat rack by the door and slipped on his red velvet long jacket, reaching behind the color he pulled out his beautiful long hair that slid down his back reading the back of his knees. He walked to the door of the shop and grabbed the handle as well as flipping some of his silver hair back over his shoulder and smiling at Mine who was still behind the counter.

“Watch the shop for a while for me Mine-Chan I have to go pick up Hatsuharu-Kun from school and I will have to escort him home. If I don’t return before closing please just lock the shop for me. I know I can trust you.”

Mine got the largest grin on her face, she was ecstatic that her boss was going to be trusting her with something as serious as his shop and she didn’t plan on letting him down. He smiled his knowing smile, his golden eyes glinting in the sun light as he disappeared from her view and proceeded to walk along down the street to the high school.

It was a long, peaceful walk but Aya didn’t mind he did enjoy being outside in this weather. It wasn’t too warm but at the same time it wasn’t too cold so he didn’t have to worry about the cold weather transforming him. He enjoyed long walks like this and more often than not didn’t have enough time for them as he would like to. He felt a small sadness as he saw the school come into view, all too soon his peaceful moment had ended. He sighed, but all good things like that most often came to an end.

Since he had attended the school himself when he was a teenager he knew exactly where the principles office was, and though he hadn’t been back for several year he didn’t have a hard time remembering all of the usual short cuts. As he rounded the corner of the hall that had the office on it he immediately saw Haru lying with his face pressed against the window.

A large grin spread onto his face as he came bounding over to greet his younger cousin whom he was sure was just as eager to greet him. “Oh Har…” just in time he realized that Haru was sound asleep and instead of waking him then he decided to wait until after it was time for them to leave. He knocked softly on the door and then entered before the man behind the desk had any time to answer back.

“Ah sir, it has been so long since I have seen you. It must have been simply dreadful for you not being able to see me every day as we once did. Have you missed me so much that you have framed my younger cousin and had to call me in? Really if you missed me that much you could have just called I would have been more than happy to have tea with you…”

“Mr. Sohma please will you sit down. Despite popular theory I am not happy to see you and I was very disappointed that you were the family member I was able to get a hold of. Now, if you will have a seat I want to speak with you about your cousin.”

Ayame shook this off as his hair flowed easily down his back and then over his shoulder and chest as he took his seat. He absently reached up and began braiding his hair down, he had become very accustomed to this so it was done before the principle had finished his little spew and he had effectively tied it with a red ribbon that matches his clothing.

“I have put up with a lot from your family. I have allowed for your hair, and your younger cousin’s hair to remain the colors they are because you people ‘claim’ it is the natural color though I do not believe it is true. I have allowed the young boy to wear a girl’s uniform and I have allowed that…that hooligan to wear those gaudy necklaces day in and day out I have tolerated this. “

Ayame listened with little fascination at this speech his appearance said he was listening to every word when in reality he was wondering what he was planning on having for dinner. “Yes and I do appreciate that as much as my family does I am sure.”

A vain began to pop out on the principles neck as he slammed the test down in front of Ayame. “But I will NOT tolerate this profanity. I do not care what goes on in your private homes but what goes on in this school is my business and I will not let this continue. If I see anything like this again he will be expelled and I will never accept another member of your family. As of right now he is suspended till I deem him ready to come back now get the hell out of my office!”

Ayame nodded and stood up, he didn’t have time for this mans ramblings so he reached out to grab the paper on the desk but the other man’s hand grabbed it as well.

“I will be keeping this as evidence.”

Ayame’s golden eyes glistened with menace as he looked down at his younger brother drawn on the piece of paper and with malice in his voice he said very clearly and slowly not hiding the intention in his words, “What you do in your own time is your own business as long as it has nothing to do with my little brother,” his hand reached up and grabbed the others tightening his grip, “because if it does you are going to quickly find yourself in a lot of trouble. And I don’t think either of us want that, now do we?”

The principle slowly shook his head and Aya let go of his hand and he pulled it away allowing Ayame to grab the test and leave the room. He stood outside of the closed door and looked down at the exquisite drawing of his younger brother, granted ‘that’ type of incest wasn’t his style he couldn’t help but note the artistic beauty of the picture. Haru really does have a talent here, he thought to himself as he glanced to the sleeping boy.

There was no doubt in Ayame’s mind that Hatsuharu was beautiful, all of the juunishi were beautiful in their own right. It was as though God had tried to lessen their pain of being cursed by allowing them to have otherworldly beauty. As Aya looked on at the sleeping Haru though he noted that Haru’s beauty was also had the masculine touch to it, he vaguely wondered weather him being the ox had given him other attributes associated with men as well.

He quickly shook the idea out of his head and brightest smile to his face. “Oh Hatsuharu-Kun it is I your idol, come here to whisk you away from this prison…”

One grey eye popped open to look at the hebi with annoyance at being disturbed, “Shut up all ready your gonna give me a head ache.” He sat up straight and cracked his back as he stretched and yawned. “Why the hell did he have to call you?” He asked irritated as he got to his feet and grabbed his bag and began to follow Ayame out of the hall.

“Because he missed me.” Aya answered simply as they found themselves outside in the now cooling night. He hugged his coat tighter to him; he didn’t want to turn in this weather.

Haru shook his head a bit dumbfounded; their principle really was an idiot if he missed this guy. A gust of wind blew at him but unlike Aya he didn’t take much note of it, instead he was reminiscing about his dream, the bulge in his pants having not gone away since class. He guessed that the reason he got lost so much was that exact thing that he ‘reminisced’ too much about what could be rather than focus on what is. He liked virtual reality over the real one; he would take it any day.

Ayame let his eyes wonder over his cousin who was just as tall as he was, taking in the site of his white hair with the black roots. And despite the principles reaction to all of his necklaces Aya thought that they gave him a sort of sexy look, kind of like a rebel. He let his eyes wonder down his well built form taking in the white jacket that he usually wore and the black school uniform, but all of a sudden his eyes snapped down to his lower region as he noticed the very apparent bulge in his pants. Well I guess I wasn’t wrong. He thought as a small smile came to his lips.

The ushi’s eyes glanced over at the hebi’s and saw the small smile playing on his lips. “What the hell are you smiling at?” Haru asked as his brow furrowed together. Aya’s eyes came up to meet Hatsuharu’s causing Haru to catch his throat at the blatant look of lust was so apparent in his much older cousins eyes. Ayame smiled larger and wrapped his arm around Hatsuharu pulling him in close.

“Just admiring what a fine young man you have become, almost as handsome as I am beautiful.”

“Don’t touch me.” Haru said simply as Ayame guided him through the streets, though he didn’t struggle to get him away when he didn’t remove his arm. In truth after his lonely night and the bad day of thinking of that prize he would never receive, he was slightly glad to have the touch; it comforted him in some way.

Ayame was surprised when Haru didn’t push him away but was also glad for the touch because he was getting quiet cold in the night air. There was a fork in the road, one way leading to the Sohma home the other leading to more residential areas of the town. Ayame thought for a moment before steering Haru to the second road leading him away from the main house and towards another.

Hatsuharu didn’t notice the change in scenery since he more often than not didn’t notice what was around him he never saw the change. But when they passed a shop with loud music it caught his attention and he realized that he had never seen this before, he would remember the music. He looked at Ayame with a questioning look in his eyes.

“Where are we going?”

“I want you to do me a favor, so I am taking you to my house for the night. I can call Tori-Kun from there and let him know…”

“I never agreed to go with you. What makes you think I will want to do this favor for you?”

Before Ayame could answer there was a loud POOF and smoke filled the air as, were once stood a man, now lay a small gray snake in a pile of clothes. “Stupid hebi…” Haru muttered under his breath as he picked up the snake and the clothes.

“Hatsuharu-Kun if you will just allow me to slide into your shirt I will be able to conserve my body warmth.”

Ayame didn’t let Haru give an answer he took the pleasure of slithering up the color and wrapping himself around his neck so that he could look out of the color. Haru shivered at the touch but continued to walk as the snake gave him instructions in his ear as to where his apartment was.

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Hatsuharu stood at the door while fumbling inside of the pocket in Ayame’s jacket trying to find the keys to the home. Finally with a triumphant noise he pulled them from the jacket and slid the key into the door, unlocking it and letting him and the new sleeping Hebi inside.

He put the snake down in a blanket and laid the clothes out for him as well as he disappeared in the kitchen to get something to eat. Within minutes he heard another noise and knew that Ayame had already transformed back. Haru walked back into the living room with a plate of food to find the hebi on the couch with a blanket flung over him.

After handing the snake the plate of food he sat down on the couch and stretched some. It felt good to be in a warm place, somewhere that wasn’t the main house, to be so far away from Akito. He couldn’t wait till he was old enough to do the same.

“So what do you want me to do?” He asked after a while of silence.

Ayame stretched and reached for his jacket that was hung over a chair, with much more ease than Haru had done with the keys he pulled out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it. He handed it to Haru and smiled as he saw the soft peach blush form on Haru’s cheeks.

“I thought you might like that back.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because I know how you feel about him Hatsuharu-Kun. I too know how hard it can be to love someone who is unable to love you back.”

Hatsuharu looked up to see a distant expression on the hebi’s face; he was slightly stunned at the person moment they had shared. But he was quickly brought out of this thought as he looked back at the picture.

“What does it matter to you? Why did you have to bring me here to give me this? You could have done that while we were walking.”

“Because giving you that piece of paper was not what I wanted you to do.”

The ushi blinked in surprise as he looked up at the older cousin who has scooted closer to him. He had a much more close view of Ayame than he had thought he was going to receive as Ayame leaned over and gently brushed his lips against Haru’s. Pedals…Haru thought before pulling away and giving Ayame a questioning look.

The blanket slipped from Ayame’s form and to Hatsuharu’s astonishment he was completely and utterly naked underneath, and he was beautiful. Ayame’s hand slowly slid up Haru’s chest and gently rubbed his cheek.

“Neither of us can have the ones we truly love, so what I want from you is for you to act as a substitute. As you can see I am very eager to have you and,” Ayame’s other hand found its way easily into Haru’s pants to grasp his hardened manhood in his hand and give it a long slow stroke, “I can see you are eager as well.”

Hatsuharu moaned softly as Ayame’s lips once again found his own, this time with more force. Ayame took this as an opportune moment to slip his tongue into Haru’s mouth and gently massage his tentative tongue with his own. This time it was Ayame’s turn to moan as Haru’s quickly sucked Ayame’s tongue into his mouth.

Quickly the ushi’s hands found the hebi’s hair and ran his fingers through the silken strands, tugging at the bow and loosening it allowing the hair to cascade around him and for him to tangle his hands in the now free tresses. Aya’s kissing moved down Haru’s cheek and kissing softly at the nape of his neck, nibbling gently and sucking on his ear lobe.
Hatsuharu moaned louder at his, his flesh tingling at the touch as his hands ran down Ayame’s well toned back. The hebi all of a sudden had the feeling that there was much too much clothing between the two of them. He began pulling at Haru’s shirt but Haru pushed him away getting annoyed at someone stopping his hands from their work. Ayame didn’t stop at this so Haru grabbed his hands and pinned them behind Ayame’s back as he began to kiss Aya hard on the mouth, bruising his lips.

“Don’t do that.” Haru whispered as he stood up and pulled Aya up with him. Ayame showed him to his room and Haru flung him down onto the bed. He looked like a god with his hair spread out across the silken sheets and his perfect body glowing in the moon light.

The ushi grabbed the top of his shirt and ripped the buttons down all the way in one swoop as he shed himself of the constraining material. He came down on the hebi now kissing his lips with passion and sliding down to nibble on his neck and ears. Ayame moaned wildly as he ran his hands down Haru’s strong well muscled back. He slowly reached down and unbuckled his pants. Soon the room was filled with the simple sound of the zipper being drawn down.

Hatsuharu wiggled his hips against Ayame’s causing his now undone pants to fall down to his knees and his now freed member, since he doesn’t like the constraints of underwear, to be freed and rub gently against Ayame’s own organ. This caused both of them to moan out in pleasure as Haru stood up on his knees and wiggled his pants completely off, tossing them to the floor.

He stayed like that for a moment, letting Ayame get his fill before lying back down onto him and kissing him with such brutal ness Ayame thought he might actually be trying to swallow his tongue. Haru pulled back and began kissing down his neck, nibbling and sucking as he reached his chest. He stopped on one nipple and gave the hard nub a soft kiss before running his tongue out to lick it lightly. Aya moaned in response and thrust his hips up at Haru while running his nails down his back.

Haru smiled at this reaction as he kissed lower, and lower still. Kissing softly at the small belly button and then going further down. He was a little surprised when he found no hair, but then he guessed that an experienced lover such as Ayame would probably have shaved. The ushi nuzzled against him while he started to kiss along Aya’s thighs, sucking softly as he looking up into the smoldering golden eyes of the hebi.

Ayame was in complete agony and bliss all at once. Not in his wildest dreams had he ever envisioned such a beauty on top of him as Haru nor did he think that he would ever cum simply from being touched by him. But he didn’t think that was going to happen since Haru seemed to be avoided touching that at all costs. He was spending far too much time around the area and it was driving Ayame crazy with need, the precum dripping down his long shaft just begging to be licked up.

He wiggled his hips begging for Haru to touch him, to lick him, to taste him, to do anything he wanted as long as he touched it. Haru’s hands grabbed Aya’s hips and held him down to the bed forcefully. He looked up at Ayame innocently.

“Please…I…need…” Ayame begged as Haru gently blew on the head of his cock, his mouth so close yet so far away.

“What do you need tenshi?”

Ayame seemed unable to answer as he writhed in the agony of need so Haru slowly slid out his tongue and gently ran it along the dripping cum seeping from the tip with a satisfied grin on his face.

“YOU!” Ayame screamed as Haru’s tongue finally came in contact with his member. Haru ran his tongue in swirls around the tip before slowly taking it in his mouth and sucking on it gently. Before he had realized what happened Haru gently let his teeth graze the shaft as he took in an inch of Ayame; causing Aya to hiss in pain and pleasure, little did he know he was now dealing with black Haru. Haru sucked gently again, tonguing into the slit causing more precum to join the rest in his stomach.

Hatsuharu slowly began to work Aya’s length into his mouth, inch by agonizing inch. He enjoyed the teasing he was giving his older cousin almost as much as the action itself. While his mouth worked wonders his other hand began to stroke the length that wasn’t inside his mouth and his other hand began to massage and play with Aya’s heavy balls, tickling the soft spot behind them with his knuckle, sending Ayame into a frenzy of moans.

He pulled back and let his teeth lightly touch the crown of the hebi’s dick before sliding the entire length into his mouth sucking vigorously and running his tongue in tantalizing motions along the sensitive spots on Ayame’s cock. Aya was wild with delusion as the pleasure he was receiving. He ran his fingers through Haru’s hair as he sucked on his cock. Ayame thought he was going to go crazy when the white spots started erupting before his eyes as they cross and he blew the biggest load of cum in his life into his younger cousin’s mouth.

Haru didn’t swallow the cum right away, instead he kept it in his mouth as he continued to suck to make sure he got it all. As delicious as the cum tasted in his mouth he had other plans for it. He spit it out into his hand and began using it to stroke his own cock. He moaned softly as he came up on Ayame and gave him a powerful kiss and grabbed Aya’s legs and pulled them up and over his shoulders.

Ayame was a bit surprised at this as he wasn’t exactly ready but as he looked up into the eyes of Haru he finally realized that he was dealing with black Haru and he would let him do exactly what he wants. Haru leaned down and gave Aya another hard kiss, sucking on his bottom lip and biting it hard enough to draw blood that he lapped up eagerly.

Hatsuharu placed the tip of his swollen member at the entrance to Ayame, he was too eager to even work Ayame as he could feel the heat emanating form that spot. He pushed the head in slowly, the muscles tightened around him causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. As the muscles relaxed he looked down at Aya who had those beautiful golden orbs looking back into his, he could feel his cock on his stomach as he was already beginning to come to life away. Haru leaned down and kissed him again as he drove his entire length deep into Ayame with one quick, hard stroke. The muscles clenched him so tightly he thought he was going to cum right then and there as Aya screamed into his mouth with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He didn’t wait for the hebi to get used to it before he began to move in and out fast and hard. His hands came down to grip onto Ayame’s hips as he began pounding himself into the snake below him. Ayame reached up and wrapped his arms around the ushi’s neck as he maneuvered himself below him to allow an even deeper access.

With one swift motion Haru hit something inside of Ayame that made his eyes nearly pop out of his head. “Do….it….again.” Ayame managed to moan through his heavy breathing. Haru’s strong hands held Ayame in place as he began to hit that same spot repeatedly. He let one hand go from Aya’s hip, leaving a red mark in its wake, and went up to grab his soft silver hair and fling his head back as he kissed his neck and bit down on it.

Ayame dug his nails into Haru’s back as white spots began to float in his vision and he screamed out Haru’s name, cumming against their stomachs. Hatsuharu couldn’t take it any longer as Ayame came he tightened, if even possibly, more so on his engorged cock inside of him and with one more swift hard stroke Haru slammed into Ayame and filled him with his hot sticky seed.

Slowly his hands lessened in Ayame’s hair and on his hip and he slipped down, collapsing on top of Aya breathing hard and deep. Their sweaty bodies glistening in the moonlight as they fought for control of their breathing. Haru carefully pulled out of Ayame and slipped up beside him on his back while. He looked over and saw the mess on Aya’s stomach so he sat up and began lapping it up enjoying the taste since he lost his earlier mouthful.

When he had finished he relaxed again and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation of pure bliss. His eyes shot open as he felt his softened organ engulfed in warmth and looked down to see Aya cleaning him off as well. He smiled and closed his eyes again and once Aya was done he covered himself up and turned away from Aya completely prepared to go to sleep.

Ayame slipped under the covers and snuggled up next to Haru’s back kissing his neck gently nuzzling his hair. He slipped his arm around Haru’s waste and hugged him close as his eyes dropped and he prepared to sleep. Haru wasn’t sure he liked the cuddling coming from the hebi behind him but he closed his eyes anyway and proceeded to drift off into thoughts.

Though he didn’t understand why Ayame wanted to cuddle him; he was just a replacement after all. But then the thought hit him that he thinks too much and he should just enjoy the feeling for once. And with that they both fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.