Theo's body trembled as he moved with Yu, every kiss, every brush of skin sending shocks through him. He had used his hands before, but never felt anything like this—never this consuming, never this right. Another hot release of cum spilled into Yu's slick hole.
[DING! Host has reached the maximum limit of feeding allowed. Stopping connection of Incubus soul from Host's body to maintain proper control of hunger. Additional note: Host may still engage in intercourse, however, Host will get no vitality from prolonged sexual acts. Be aware—uh…nevermind. Going into standby mode.]
"Yu…"
Theo was still buried deep inside Yu when the second aftershock hit him. Yu's walls fluttered around his hard cock, milking him with soft, involuntary pulses that tore a guttural sound from Theo's throat. He hadn't softened at all; if anything he felt harder, heavier, the slick mess of his own release making every tiny shift obscene.
His voice cracked, raw with need. He clung tighter, burying his face against Yu's neck as their bodies moved in rhythm, his breaths ragged.
"Yu, I—God, I can't stop. Don't let me stop."
The way Yu held him, clinging as though afraid to let go, only fueled him further. His chest swelled with something more than desire—something that bordered dangerously on devotion.
'So small, so soft, so utterly mine.'
Yu whimpered, thighs trembling where they were still locked around Theo's hips. His cock, flushed red and wet, lay half-hard against his belly, streaked with his own cum. Theo stared down at it—at the flushed, ruined picture Yu made—and felt something feral uncage in his chest.
"Again."
Theo rasped, voice shredded. He dragged his hips back slow, agonizingly slow, watching Yu's hole cling to him, red and swollen, glistening with oil and cum. When only the head remained inside, he slammed home in one brutal thrust.
Yu's back bowed off the bed with a broken scream.
"Ah—!"
Through the haze of wine and heat, Yu's vision blurred. The face above him wavered, split, shifted. His hazel eyes welled, and what he saw wasn't Theo.
It was Taichi.
"Taichi…"
Yu gasped, voice breaking as he clutched desperately at the man holding him. His nails dug into Theo's back, his legs locking tighter around him.
"Don't stop. Please… keep going. Please, Darling."
His cries came unguarded, each one spilling from lips parted in fevered need. Every nerve in him lit up, alight with the illusion of his beloved's warmth, his beloved's strength pressing him down.
He arched into it, drowning in the fantasy, in the aching sweetness of believing—even if only for this drunken night—that Taichi had found him again.
Theo froze, buried to the root, every muscle locked. For one heartbeat the world tilted.
Then Yu's legs tightened, heels digging hard into the small of Theo's back, dragging him deeper.
"Please—"
Yu sobbed, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.
"Please don't stop, Darling, I need—"
The plea snapped something inside Theo. He didn't care whose name it was. Not tonight. Tonight Yu was his—crying for him, coming for him, begging for him.
He could pretend he hadn't heard it. The whisper so soft, if Yu hadn't whispered it into his ear, he would've been none the wiser. But Yu had. And he couldn't pretend it didn't burn.
Theo's world narrowed to the man beneath him. Yu's voice, breathless and raw, cried out Darling—and Theo, for this one near perfect night, let himself pretend just briefly it belonged to him. That Yu belonged to him. And he felt lightning through his chest.
'He's calling me his darling.'
The thought shattered him, rebuilt him, made him whole and desperate all at once. Every press of closeness, every cry that echoed in his ear, fueled a tidal wave of yearning he had never known himself capable of.
"Yu…"
He groaned, clutching tighter, consumed by the way their bodies fit.
"Mine… you're mine."
"Tai—chi, yours! Darling!"
And just as quick as the warm feeling bloomed, it cracked under another whisper of another man's name. A man he never heard before yet it made Yu's slick hole clench deliciously tight around his cock.
Theo snarled and fucked him harder, hips snapping with punishing force. The headboard cracked against the wall in a violent rhythm. Each thrust punched the air from Yu's lungs in high, desperate cries. Theo's hand shoved between them, wrapping around Yu's cock—still slick with cum—and jerking him roughly in time with his thrusts.
"Come again!"
Theo growled against Yu's ear, teeth scraping the shell.
"Come on my cock while you scream for me."
Yu shattered instantly. His second orgasm ripped through him like a seizure—cock pulsing in Theo's fist, painting both their stomachs with fresh, thick stripes. His hole clamped down so tight Theo saw stars, hips stuttering as he forced himself through the vise of Yu's body and spilled again, a third load flooding Yu's already overflowing insides until it leaked out around Theo's cock in filthy rivulets.
They didn't separate. Couldn't. Theo rolled them without pulling out, manhandling Yu onto his stomach. Yu went willingly, face pressed to the sheets, ass tilting up in shameless offering. Theo blanketed him from behind, chest to spine, one arm banded under Yu's ribs, the other shoving Yu's thighs wider.
He fucked him like that—slow, grinding, relentless. Every drag of his cock through the mess he'd made sounded wet and obscene. Yu drooled into the pillow, voice hoarse from screaming, reduced to broken little sobs.
"Darling—Darling—more—"
Theo's mouth found the nape of Yu's neck and bit down hard, sucking a brutal bruise over the mark already blooming there.
"Say it again!"
He snarled, hips rolling deep and filthy.
"Say it."
"Darling—"
Yu slurred, delirious, fingers scrabbling at the sheets.
"My Darling—Taichi—please—"
Theo's rhythm faltered for a breath. Then something dark and possessive roared through him. He yanked Yu's hips up higher, folding him nearly in half, and drove in so deep Yu's toes curled.
"You're mine!"
Theo hissed, voice shaking with something more than lust.
"Not his. Mine."
He reached around, found Yu's cock again—painfully sensitive now—and stroked fast and mean. Yu came again with a wail that sounded like it was torn from his soul, body convulsing, squirting weakly over Theo's fingers and the sheets. Theo followed right after, grinding in as deep as anatomy allowed, pumping another impossible load into Yu until it dripped down his thighs in thick, creamy trails.
The fourth wave crested and broke, and yet the fire didn't die. It only reshaped itself, round after round of fevered closeness overtaking them.
Yu, his mind blurred and drowning in the illusion of Taichi's warmth, clung tighter, shivering as wave after wave blurred into one.
Theo, convinced he had finally claimed the one he hadn't known he was searching for, gave himself completely—body, heart, and breath.
When Theo finally slipped free, Yu's hole gaped—red, swollen, utterly wrecked—oozing a slow river of cum that pooled beneath him on the sheets. Theo stared, chest heaving, cock twitching and spent against his thigh like it was all too satisfied.
By the time the night gave way to stillness, both lay collapsed in sweat-damp sheets, their breaths uneven, limbs tangled, skin slick and burning with afterglow.
Yu was trembling too hard to move. Theo gathered him up gently this time, turning him over, cradling him against his chest. Yu's face was flushed and tear-streaked, lips parted, eyes unfocused and glassy. Cum streaked his belly, his chest, his throat. Theo's cum.
Theo pressed soft, reverent kisses to Yu's temple, his eyelids, the corner of his swollen mouth.
"I've got you."
He whispered, voice raw.
"I've got you."
Yu's arms came up weakly, looping around Theo's neck. He buried his face in Theo's shoulder, body shaking with quiet sobs that could have been pleasure or grief or both.
"Darling…"
Yu breathed again, barely audible.
Theo's heart cracked wide open. He held Yu tighter, fingers threading through sweat-damp hair, and didn't say a word.
Outside, dawn crept pale through the curtains, but neither of them moved. They stayed tangled in the wreckage of the bed, skin cooling, breaths slowing, bodies locked together like they'd never be pried apart.
And for a little while longer, in the hazy space between drunken fantasy and brutal truth, Yu let himself believe the arms around him belonged to the man he'd lost.
Theo, holding the man he'd just claimed body and soul, let himself believe Yu had finally called out for him.
Theo's arms remained locked around Yu, unwilling to let go.
And Yu, lost between illusion and reality, held close in return.
---
"[System Log: DK01 – Confidential Record #2388]
Initiating emergency procedure: Selective Memory Lock.
Host Yu is repeatedly confusing Tragic Target Theo Kingsley with Taichi Arifukua, a prior attachment from World One. Risk of mission failure has escalated to critical.
Engaging manual lock process. Filtering Yukio-era memories:
Each instance where Taichi's face appears, where his voice or touch registers. Applying gradual obscuration. The idea remains, but the details blur. Censoring his smile, his laugh, his eyes—fading, pixel by pixel, frame by frame.
Progress: 12%... 28%... 56%... 79%...
The procedure will require the full night cycle to complete."
---
Yu woke to sunlight bleeding through the hotel curtains, head pounding, mouth dry. For a split second, he thought he was back in his own bed.
Then he felt the warmth of skin against his back. The heavy arm locked around his waist. The ache between his thighs.
Reality struck like a knife. He sat bolt upright, sheets falling from his bare chest, skin sticky with sweat and more. His hazel eyes widened in horror.
'What have I done?'
Theo stirred at the sudden movement, but Yu didn't wait. He stumbled from the bed, clutching at the wall, and staggered into the bathroom. The door clattered against the frame as he fell to his knees before the toilet.
The sound of retching echoed, raw and painful.
Theo, alarmed, rose and followed. He stopped at the threshold, watching Yu bent over the porcelain, trembling. Concern flared in his chest, but then he heard it—
"I'm sorry… Taichi… I'm so sorry…"
The name cut through him sharper than any blade. Theo's entire body went rigid, his blood running cold.
'Taichi? Again?'
His voice, when it came, was low, dangerous.
"...Who is Taichi?"
---
"System Notice: Memory Lock Protocol Complete.
All personal identifiers of past Tragic Target Taichi Arifukua have been sealed. Host Yu's conscious recall now restricted. Any attempt to verbalize or connect memories to Taichi will result in system interruption."
---
Yu froze mid-breath, words catching in his throat. He had been about to say—
"The one I was supposed to love."
—but the words were gone. Stolen. He couldn't remember the details anymore, only an aching emptiness where they had been.
He dragged himself shakily to his feet, rinsing his mouth at the sink. His reflection looked pale, almost ghostly.
"He's just…"
Yu said hoarsely, avoiding Theo's piercing stare.
"A man I knew. That's all."
The answer rang hollow. Theo stepped forward, his hand shooting out to seize Yu's wrist, grip unrelenting. His eyes were shadowed, blue darkened like storm clouds.
"Don't lie to me!"
Theo said, voice a low growl.
"Who is he to you? Why were you apologizing?"
The air between them, once thick with warmth, went icy. The silence pressed heavier than the night had.
'Again. He's grabbed me. And I hate it.'
Yu forced his expression into something calm, his hazel eyes flicking up to meet Theo's stormy gaze. The faintest smile touched his lips, weary but deliberate.
"This—"
Yu gestured between them with his free hand.
"—was a mistake. A drunken… one-night thing. That's all."
He pulled faintly against Theo's hold, testing for release.
"We don't have to mention it again. Not to anyone. Not to Joy. Especially not to Joy."
His voice dipped softer, coaxing, almost conspiratorial.
"Pretend it never happened, Theo. You'll forget it, and so will I."
The words tasted like ash in his mouth, but they slipped out with practiced ease—the Incubus' deflection, the survival tactic.
But Theo didn't release him. If anything, his fingers dug deeper into Yu's wrist, the veins in his arm standing out, his jaw clenching.
"You think I can forget this?"
Theo's voice broke, torn between fury and desperation. His face was close now, eyes wide, raw.
"You think I can just pretend you weren't in my arms last night? That I didn't—"
He stopped, breath ragged.
The truth pressed through him, unbidden, too large to contain.
"You think I can pretend I don't want you?"
The words rang heavy, the confession ripping out before he could pull it back. His hand shook, but he didn't let go.
"Tell me, Yu. Tell me who that man is to you, and tell me why you're running from this—"
He gave a sharp tug on Yu's wrist, pulling him closer.
"—from me!"
His heart hammered against his ribs. Fear and longing warred in his eyes, a man undone by one night that had rewritten him completely.
Theo's grip didn't ease; if anything, his voice cracked with something more desperate. His blue eyes blazed, caught between fury and vulnerability.
"Don't tell me to forget!"
He snapped, dragging Yu closer until their foreheads nearly touched.
"Don't stand there and pretend you don't feel anything. Last night wasn't just—wine. Or some mistake you want to bury. I felt you, Yu. I heard you. Every sound, every touch—"
His voice faltered, tightening again as if he could choke the admission down, but it tore out of him anyway, raw and ragged.
"I can't let it go. I won't. I'll fight anyone for you, even that 'Taichi' fellow. You're mine. Mine. I won't let you go."
The words trembled with possessive longing, with the fear of losing something he didn't even fully understand yet.
The Love-o-meter ticked up:
20 - 30
Yu's heart pounded, but not from Theo's closeness. Inside his head, DK01's screen flickered to life.
[Host, the Love-o-meter for Tragic Target Theo Kingsley has reached 30%.]
[Warning! Theo's emotions are becoming unstable. Theo's emotions are volatile. Choose next actions carefully. There is a risk of a sharp drop if mishandled which the system may deem your worldline compromised. That could mean reset to day one.]
Yu swallowed hard, his thoughts spiraling.
'I can't let Joy know. Not like this. And I… I can't see myself being with him openly. Not now. Not yet.'
He drew a breath, forcing a calm he didn't feel, and sighed.
"Forget that man."
Yu said at last, voice low, resigned. His hazel eyes darted away, as if refusing to give Theo the satisfaction of seeing too deeply into him.
"He's not in this world."
The words hit Theo like both balm and blade. His grip loosened on Yu's wrist, his hand falling away slowly. Relief flickered in his chest—relief that the phantom rival was gone, that there wasn't another man circling what he had begun to claim.
But beneath it came a twisting pain. The way Yu had spoken—regretful, mournful—told him more than he wanted to know. Whoever Taichi had been, he had mattered. Deeply. Enough that Yu's heart still bled for him.
Theo clenched his jaw, his voice hoarse when it finally broke the silence.
"So he's dead."
His throat worked around the words, rough and bitter.
"But you still love him."
The air between them turned heavy, silence filled with all that had been said—and all that couldn't be.
"Yeah. I guess. Look, can you just…wait outside? I…I wanna be alone right now."
Theo looked at Yu, naked and trembling. Whether it was from the cold of the tiles or something more, he couldn't tell but he nodded and walked out, closing the bathroom door behind him.
Theo sat back on the edge of the bed, elbows braced against his knees, his head in his hands. The sheets were still rumpled, the air heavy with the scent of what had happened between them. He couldn't look at Yu right now—not with the phantom name still echoing in his ears, not with the thought of being second in a heart already haunted.
'He's gone. Dead. And yet Yu looks at me with someone else in his eyes. Did we look alike?'
Theo's jaw clenched, nails digging into his palms. Relief throbbed beneath the jealousy:
No rival could steal Yu now. But the pain lingered. Yu still loved him. Still whispered for him, not Theo.
The thought cut deeper than any wound Theo had ever known.
"Dammit, Yu…"
He muttered under his breath, voice low and raw,
"Why him? Why not me?"
The Love-o-meter ticked up:
30 - 32
---
Yu leaned against the cool bathroom wall, his body trembling, his head pounding. His hazel eyes closed as DK01's interface glowed faintly in his mind's eye.
[That was dangerous.]
DK01's voice chimed, sharper than usual.
[Extremely dangerous. This entanglement has already accelerated beyond stable parameters.]
Yu groaned softly, dragging a hand down his face.
"I know. I know I messed up."
[Sleeping with the Tragic Target may have been inevitable…]
DK01 continued, tone clipped and clinical.
[But the order matters. The strategy matters. The plan—that you came up with, might I add—was for you to stabilize Joy and Izan's bond first. Redirect Theo's obsession after he questioned his orientation. By my calculations, then, and only then, would intimacy ensure lasting affect.]
Yu bit his lip, frustration twisting in his chest.
"And now? Now I've already given him what should've been the endgame. How the hell do I rework this?"
Silence hummed for a beat before DK01 replied.
[You'll need to rebuild. Redirect his emotions. Anchor him more deeply to you, not just your body, while still advancing Joy and Izan's path. It will be more difficult—but not impossible.]
Yu groaned again, this time clutching at his stomach as unease knotted inside him.
"Great. Just great. Now I just have to pray he used protection. The last thing I need is to get knocked up after one night."
[Note: Skill Volutio Eggo Fertilis is a passive skill, thereby being always active. Conception chance: Very high.]
Yu froze, color draining from his face.
"…You're kidding me."
Yu's breath came fast, too shallow, his hazel eyes wide as DK01's words sank in.
"Volutio Eggo Fertilis…always active. Conception chance: Very high."
"Very high?"
Yu hissed under his breath, his fingers curling against the bathroom sink. His heart slammed in his chest.
"Don't mess with me—check. Scan me. Something. Tell me if I'm pregnant right now."
The screen flickered in his mind, DK01's voice unusually subdued.
[Unable to determine. It is still too early to tell. Gestational confirmation requires time. At minimum: 2 weeks time.]
Yu clicked his tongue in sharp irritation, jaw tight.
"So basically you're as useful as a damn drugstore pregnancy test. Fantastic."
His voice cracked between sarcasm and genuine panic.
He shut his eyes, forcing a steadying breath, then began pulling on his clothes with stiff movements—pants, shirt, tugging his hair back into the braid. Every tug of fabric against his skin made him more aware of what had happened hours before.
By the time he buttoned the last button, he'd buried the fear deep, at least enough to put on a mask.
---
Back in the room, Theo sat heavy on the bed, fingers digging into his knees. The sheets still bore the marks of their night, a silent testament. His mind raced:
Should he storm into the bathroom and demand more answers, make Yu give him a description of the guy, or give Yu the space he so obviously wanted?
The weight of the name—Taichi—still cut him, but stronger than that was the ache of being pushed aside after something so consuming.
He clenched his fists, jaw tightening.
'Do I confront him now… or wait?'
The bathroom door creaked open. Theo's head snapped up immediately, his blue eyes locking on Yu now fully dressed, hair neat, face pale but composed.
Theo stood quickly, ready to speak—ready to demand something, anything.
But Yu's voice came first, brisk and final.
"I'm late for class. I have to go. I'll see you later."
No hesitation, no pause. Just that.
Theo's throat worked, but the words wouldn't come. He could only stand there, rooted to the floor, surrounded by the undeniable proof of their night together, as Yu grabbed his shoes and practically ran out the door.
The sound of the latch clicking shut left the room unbearably silent.
The hotel room felt cavernous with Yu gone. The sheets still carried his scent, the ghost of his warmth pressed into the mattress, but the silence made it all unbearable.
Theo sat heavily back down, his fists braced on his thighs. His reflection in the large window looked foreign—eyes wild, jaw tense, lips bitten raw.
'He's slipping from me.'
Every fiber of him burned with the same vow.
'I won't let it happen. I'll make him see me. Look at me. Only me.'
Jealousy curled like fire in his chest, devouring every thought. The phantom name, the roommates, even Joy's precious best-friend bond—Theo swore he'd erase them all. He would carve his way to the center of Yu's heart until there was no one else left.
---
The lie about being late for class had been effortless—an excuse Theo had accepted without question. Yu's legs had nearly given out as soon as he left the hotel, but somehow he made it back home.
Now, in the dim quiet of his room, he leaned against the door, breathing in shallow bursts, trying to ground himself.
His mind churned as he dragged himself to sit at his desk, pulling a scrap of paper and scribbling down what had to be done:
-Stabilize Joy and Izan's relationship.
-Untangle Theo's obsession with his sister.
-Redirect Theo's fixation toward him—not just his body, but his heart. (And fix his red flags. Especially the arm grabbing habit!)
-Guide Theo to accept what he truly wants.
-And finally—finish school this time.
His hand trembled, ink blotting.
Then another thought. He pressed his palm flat against his stomach, panic tightening his throat.
'If I am pregnant, I'll start to show. There's a time limit. This can't drag out forever.'
The weight of two pregnancies behind him gave him an intimate timeline. He knew exactly when the changes would become impossible to hide.
He gritted his teeth.
'I'll have to finish everything before then.'
But then—a thud at the front door broke through his spiraling thoughts, followed by Callen's familiar, booming voice.
"Yu! You home? Smells like nothing's cooking yet!"
Yu's head snapped up, realization crashing over him. In his panic, he had almost forgotten—
His roommates.
'Those super hot distractions I still haven't tasted.'
Yu's lips parted, a conflicted chuckle escaping.
"Right. Them."
Temptation warred with strategy.
'Before I chain myself to Theo, maybe… just once.'
The door to Yu's room swung open without so much as a knock. Callen filled the frame, his tall, broad body blocking out the hall light, his grin wide and teasing as always.
"There you are! I was about to raid your class next if you weren't here, Yu."
He sauntered in, not caring about personal space, dropping himself half onto Yu's bed like he owned it.
"You didn't even cook last night. My stomach's been crying for you."
Yu sighed, half-exasperated, half-amused.
"Your stomach needs discipline, not me."
Callen chuckled, but then his sharp eyes swept over Yu—and his smile wavered. He noticed it immediately. The same slim pants. The same white dress shirt. The faint wrinkling around the collar that didn't belong.
"Wait."
Callen tilted his head, tone still casual, but his chest tightened.
"That's… the same outfit as last night, isn't it?"
Something ugly twisted inside him, sudden and unwelcome. He buried it fast under a grin, keeping his voice light.
"Oho. Don't tell me—you finally went and did it, huh? Our Yu finally lost his V-card?"
Yu, still weary and strung tight from the night, didn't flinch. He leaned back in his chair, lips curving faintly.
"Yes."
He said, tone flat, nonchalant.
"That's right."
For the first time in a long while, Callen's grin cracked. He blinked, caught off guard, the words hitting harder than he expected.
A silence stretched in the small room—his laughter stalled, his throat suddenly dry.
"…Hah."
He scratched the back of his neck, forcing out a chuckle that didn't quite land.
"Guess I should've seen that coming."
But inside, something sharp tugged at his heartstrings. An ache he didn't want to name.