Scene: "You're Not Allowed to Leave"
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Valt's Hotel Suite – Late Afternoon
The door clicked shut behind them.
The air inside the penthouse suite was quiet, luxurious—soft ambient light spilling across polished floors, large windows bathing the room in amber tones as the sun dipped lower over the American skyline.
But Valt barely noticed the decor.
Because the moment the door closed, Shu's grip on his waist tightened—firm, urgent, like he'd been restraining himself all day and now, finally, the lock had come undone.
Valt opened his mouth to speak—
But Shu didn't let him.
With a swift, fluid motion, Shu lifted Valt straight off the floor, guiding him back until his knees hit the edge of the bed, and in one smooth pull, he brought Valt down right into his lap as they both sank onto the mattress.
"Shu—!" Valt gasped, face already burning red, hands instinctively bracing on Shu's chest.
Shu didn't answer with words at first. He only buried his face into Valt's neck, arms wrapping completely around his waist—crushing him close like a man starved.
"You smell the same," Shu murmured against his skin, voice low, raspy. "Warm. Familiar. Beautiful."
Valt trembled slightly, face flushing deeper as Shu's breath hit his throat.
"You don't get to leave me again," Shu said, his voice almost growling now. "You're not allowed to be even one meter away from me, Valt. I won't survive it. I won't let you."
"Shu…" Valt whispered, chest rising and falling quickly as his hands curled into Shu's shirt. "I didn't mean to hurt you—"
"You did," Shu whispered into his skin, but his hold only tightened. "You left. You hid from me. While I spent every damn night wondering if you were even thinking of me."
Valt's breath caught—because he had thought of Shu. Every night. Every battle. Every time he looked into a crowd and hoped to see red eyes watching from afar.
"I missed you," Shu confessed, shameless now. "More than I've ever missed anyone or anything in my life."
Then—he kissed Valt's neck.
Slow, open-mouthed kisses—each one searing and reverent. His hands roamed Valt's sides, his back, sliding beneath the hem of his shirt to feel the skin he'd longed to touch for far too long.
Valt let out a soft gasp, head tipping back, hands slipping from Shu's chest to wrap around his shoulders. His heart beat wildly against Shu's, their chests pressed together, thighs tangled naturally.
"Shu, we… this is—"
But his voice failed as Shu whispered:
"You're mine, Valt. Say it."
Valt's breath hitched.
Shu leaned back just enough to look into his eyes—raw, desperate, full of fire. "Say you're mine. Say you missed me too. Or I swear I'll never let you go until I drag it out of you."
Valt hesitated, lips parted, overwhelmed by the intensity…
Then finally—softly, honestly:
"I'm yours, Shu…"
"I missed you. Every day."
And that was it.
That was all Shu needed to hear.
They crashed together again, lips colliding with more heat than before, mouths parting with sighs and urgency. Shu flipped them onto the mattress fully, guiding Valt beneath him as they tangled deeper into each other—hands exploring, kisses trailing lower, breaths lost and stolen between sheets and skin.
Every touch, every kiss whispered one truth:
They had waited far too long.
And neither of them planned on letting go again.
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Scene: Morning After the Storm
(Continuation)
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The next morning – Valt's hotel suite
Soft golden light poured in through the tall windows, the first rays of sunrise brushing gently against tangled sheets and warm skin.
Valt stirred slowly beneath the covers, the rich fabric pooled around his waist. His muscles ached in that unfamiliar, telling way — not painful, but... satisfying. A kind of soreness that came from passion, closeness, and a night spent held, claimed, and completely undone.
His mind drifted hazily back to the memory of fingers intertwining, whispered words against skin, Shu's voice murmuring shamelessly in his ear with every breathless kiss…
Valt's cheeks turned a quiet, warm pink.
He shifted slightly, feeling the heat of someone behind him — someone solid, familiar, and utterly unapologetic.
Shu.
Strong arms remained wrapped tightly around his waist from behind, one hand flat against his bare stomach, the other curled up between their chests, possessive even in sleep.
Except—
Valt blinked.
Shu wasn't asleep.
Crimson eyes gazed at him with the calm intensity of someone who had never looked away. His expression was a mixture of quiet affection, hunger, and amusement — like a man who had been awake for a while and had no intention of wasting a single second not looking at Valt.
Valt squirmed slightly under the gaze, flustered. "H-How long have you been awake?"
Shu smiled, slow and unrepentant. "Long enough to watch you mumble my name in your sleep."
Valt buried his face in the pillow immediately. "You're lying."
"I'm not," Shu replied, voice deep and utterly sinful as he leaned in, brushing his nose along Valt's shoulder. "You said it three times. Sounded pretty."
Valt groaned, flustered beyond belief. "You're the worst."
Shu chuckled softly and then pressed a long, tender kiss to Valt's shoulder, followed by another — slower, warmer — to the back of his neck.
"You're mine," he whispered, voice still thick from sleep but laced with affection and heat. "I'm never letting go again."
Valt peeked back at him with flushed cheeks, heart fluttering.
"I think I'm okay with that," he murmured, voice soft.
"Good," Shu smirked, kissing the side of Valt's neck now, a trail of slow, lazy kisses. "Because I don't think either of us is getting up anytime soon."
Valt laughed softly but melted into the sheets and the arms around him, letting himself be kissed again and again.
Because in this moment — sore, warm, and hopelessly in love — there was no place else he'd rather be.
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Scene: Honeymoon Mornings & Blanket Battles
(Continuation)
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Valt's Hotel Suite – Morning Light
The warmth of golden sunlight filtered lazily through the floor-length windows, casting soft lines across the crumpled sheets and the two figures still tangled in them.
Valt stretched slightly, muscles pulling in ways that reminded him exactly why his entire body felt like this — and why the skin along his throat and chest was so unusually sensitive.
Still half-asleep, he turned his head—and immediately froze.
His eyes widened.
They were both still completely naked beneath the covers.
And Shu?
Wide awake. Propped up on one elbow.
Shamelessly staring.
"Wha—?!" Valt squeaked, face turning crimson as he hastily grabbed the thick blanket and pulled it up to his chin, trying to bury himself in it like it could save his soul.
Shu raised an eyebrow, very obviously not bothered. His eyes sparkled with lazy mischief.
"What are you hiding for?" he asked, voice a low rumble, still laced with sleep. "Pretty sure I saw everything last night… multiple times."
"Shu!" Valt buried deeper into the blanket cocoon, only his messy blue hair sticking out now.
Shu chuckled, sitting up a little more and tugging at the blanket playfully. "Don't be shy now. You weren't shy when you were—"
Valt let out a muffled scream and threw a pillow at him.
Shu caught it with one hand and looked thoroughly entertained. "Okay, okay," he said with a grin. "But seriously, you're adorable like this. I should make you blush more often."
Valt peeked out from the fortress of covers, cheeks glowing. "You're unbelievable."
"And you're stuck," Shu added proudly.
Valt blinked. "What?"
Shu smirked wider. "I already told room service we're not leaving the bed today. We're having breakfast here. I'm declaring it our honeymoon trial run."
Valt's soul left his body. "Shu—!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
Shu, still half under the covers and unbothered, reached over and pressed the intercom button beside the night stand. "Leave it outside. We'll get it in a bit."
Valt blinked at him. "Wait—you actually ordered breakfast in bed?"
Shu rolled over and pulled Valt back into his arms, blanket and all. "You think I'd let you go downstairs and walk around looking like this? After what we did last night?" He placed a light kiss just below Valt's jaw. "Not a chance."
Valt squirmed, trying not to melt completely. "We have meetings—Kristin's going to murder me—"
"She can try," Shu said, kissing the tip of Valt's nose now. "Tell her your husband kept you hostage."
"We're not even—!"
"Honeymoon trial, remember?"
Valt gave up.
With a soft laugh, he let his body relax into Shu's warmth, the two of them a tangle of limbs and covers. Outside the blanket, the world could wait. Inside?
There was nothing but whispered teases, soft laughter, and stolen kisses between two hearts that had finally stopped running.
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Scene: Breakfast, Bruises, and a Knock That Shouldn't Have Happened
(Continuation)
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Valt's Hotel Suite – Late Morning
The hotel suite smelled of cinnamon and warm pastries. A silver tray sat across Valt's lap on the bed, lined with a pristine breakfast spread — fresh fruits, buttered croissants, scrambled eggs, and golden syrup over waffles.
It was the kind of breakfast champions might enjoy after a world tournament.
Instead, Valt Aoi was currently being spoon-fed like a flustered kitten by a shirtless, smug, and very attentive Shu Kurenai.
"Open up," Shu murmured, holding a bite of syrup-soaked waffle near Valt's lips, his other hand resting firmly on Valt's thigh under the covers.
Valt, face nearly glowing with red, turned away with a muffled groan. "Shu, seriously, I can feed myself—"
"You're too cute when you pout," Shu said easily, nudging the fork closer. "Now behave. Honeymoon rules."
Valt muttered something about international embarrassment under his breath but eventually opened his mouth, allowing Shu to feed him. His eyes flicked toward the door nervously. "You do remember we have responsibilities, right?"
Shu smirked. "I remember telling everyone you're unavailable today."
Just then—a knock on the door.
Valt nearly choked on the bite. "Oh no."
Shu calmly set the tray aside, wiped the corner of Valt's lips with his thumb (a little too slowly), then stood and padded toward the door — still shirtless, hair tousled, muscles on display, looking like he'd just woken up from a dream no one else was invited into.
Valt scrambled to get the blanket higher. "Shu! Don't open—!"
Click.
Standing at the door: Kristin.
Hair perfect. Clipboard in hand. Fury in her eyes.
She opened her mouth. "Valt, we need to—"
Shu didn't let her finish.
He stood square in the doorway, eyes cold and voice low.
"Get out."
Kristin blinked, stunned. "Excuse me?"
"I said," Shu repeated slowly, "Get. Out." His crimson eyes narrowed, jaw tight. "He's not available. Not today. Not for you."
Kristin's lips parted, ready to spit something sharp, but—
Valt appeared.
Still half-dressed. Sleep-tousled hair. Bare feet. His fitted black shirt from yesterday hung loosely over his shoulders — unbuttoned. And along his neck, stark and unapologetic…
A constellation of hickeys.
Kristin's gaze froze.
Valt's soul left his body. His hands shot up too late to cover his neck.
"Shu—!" he hissed under his breath.
Shu turned, smirking at the very sight of Valt trying to pull the shirt closed. But instead of helping, Shu strode over, grabbed Valt by the waist, and pulled him flush against his side.
Then, in full view of Kristin, Shu leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to Valt's neck. Right over one of the hickeys.
Valt squeaked, squirming in panic. "Shu! She's still there—!"
"I know," Shu replied shamelessly, pressing another kiss even slower. "Let her watch."
Kristin's knuckles whitened around her clipboard. "Valt, we have an important schedule to—"
"I told you," Shu snapped, arms tightening around Valt's waist, voice now dangerously low. "You don't own him. You don't speak for him. And if you even look at him like that again—"
Valt placed a hand gently over Shu's chest. "Shu… it's okay. Let me talk."
Kristin looked at Valt — betrayal, disbelief, and jealousy warring behind her eyes.
"You're really… with him now?" she asked, voice sharp.
Valt hesitated for only a moment — then looked up at Shu, who met his gaze without wavering.
He nodded softly.
"Yes," Valt said clearly. "I am."
Kristin's jaw clenched.
Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed off down the hall.
Click.
Shu shut the door.
The suite fell silent again — the tension melting slowly into the still air. Valt sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Well… that went well."
Shu leaned in, brushing his lips over Valt's temple. "You're not going back to her."
Valt laughed softly. "I figured."
"And you're definitely not leaving this bed."
"You planned this, didn't you?"
Shu kissed him again. "Welcome to your permanent honeymoon."
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(To be continued!...)