Perfection of Hell

~10~

                                                                     |•|TW: Alcohol. Smut in this chapter|•|

The next few days for Amiro were hell; every time he was off work or on a walk after work, he'd find himself walking towards Tieran's apartment, and every time he'd catch himself doing this, he would have to force himself to go back to the castle only to lock himself in his room and drink until he blacked out. He continued this for a week until he finally got an idea. Amiro had originally decided not to bother Komori until Shungi returned from his trip, but he couldn't handle it anymore. He was getting bored of doing the same thing every day.

So, as any sane person would, Amiro made his way to his brother's office. Once there, he didn't bother knocking and just silently opened the door, walking in and looking at Komori. He smirked and snuck over to Komori, who was sitting at the desk messing with some pens. Amiro kneeled in front of him and looked up, his eyes meeting Komori's. Those eyes Amiro could get lost in—the forest green ones he always came back to: "What are you doing here?" Komori reached down to run his fingers through Amiro's hair, "I wanted to pay you a visit." Komori chuckled. "By sneaking in here and sitting between my legs?" Amiro nodded, and Komori chuckled, gripping Amiro's hair and pulling roughly, leaning down towards him. "I don't think you just wanted to visit."

Amiro smiled and closed his eyes, and Komori wrapped his fingers around Amiro's throat. "Did I say you could close your eyes, slut?" Amiro shook his head and opened his eyes. "No, sir." Komori smiled. "Good boy." He choked him harder, earning a soft moan from Amiro, and with his free hand, Komori began to unzip his pants before letting go of Amiro to pull them down. sliding them aside before grabbing Amiro's hair roughly. "Now be a good boy and suck." Amiro immediately took Komori's cock into his mouth, maintaining eye contact with him as he did so.

Amiro's eyes watered as he obediently pleasured Komori, his mouth working diligently. Komori's grip on Amiro's hair tightened, his pleasure evident in the low growl that escaped his lips. Amiro could feel Komori begin to thrust slowly into his mouth, his hips moving in rhythm with the increasing intensity of his pleasure. Amiro's throat tightened around Komori's cock as he continued to suck. Amiro's arousal grew with each thrust, his own need for release building. The sound of Komori's moans only fueled his desire to please him even more.

Amiro's hands roamed over Komori's thighs, feeling the tension in his muscles as he continued to pleasure him. He could sense Komori's body trembling with anticipation, a sign of the overwhelming pleasure he was experiencing. Amiro's fingers gripped Komori's skin, his touch becoming more desperate and urgent as he sought to push Komori to the brink of ecstasy. And once Komori came, he let go of Amiro's hair and looked down at him. He smiled and kissed the top of Amiro's head before pulling him up to his feet and kissing him. Amiro kissed back and rested his hands on his lower back.

Komori finally broke the kiss, and Amiro sighed. "I should probably be leaving now." Komori shook his head and grabbed Amiro's wrist gently. "Why don't you stay? I could use the company." Amiro hesitated for a moment, feeling the warmth of Komori's touch on his wrist. He glanced at the clock, realising that he had nowhere else to be. "Alright," he finally replied, a small smile forming. "I'll stay." Komori's eyes lit up, and he smiled, "Good." He kissed Amiro's cheek. "Make yourself comfortable."

And so Amiro did; he sat on the sofa by the desk and leaned his head back. "So, how have you been?" Komori finally spoke after what felt like ages, and for a moment, Amiro debated telling Komori the truth about how he'd been, but, like always, he knew he wouldn't. So he simply replied, "I've been fine. And what about you? How have you been?" Komori thought for a while before shrugging. "Fine, I guess, just busy with everything." Amiro nodded. "Understandable." Amiro glanced around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The air between them felt heavy with unspoken words, but he knew better than to delve into the depths of his own emotions. Instead, he mustered a small smile and asked, "So why did you want me to stay?"

Komori hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I...I just thought it would be nice to catch up, you know? It's been a while since we've actually talked to each other." Amiro nodded, understanding the sentiment behind Komori's request. He could sense that there was something more beneath the surface, but he decided to respect Komori's boundaries and not push further. The two sat in a comfortable silence for a while before Amiro finally spoke. "Why do you always leave after everything?" Komori's expression shifted, a mix of sadness and resignation. "I guess I've always been afraid of getting too attached," he admitted softly. "Leaving feels safer somehow, even though it hurts." Amiro nodded, his own heart heavy with understanding. He knew that sometimes, the fear of vulnerability could outweigh the desire for connection.

"I understand, Komori." And once again there was silence, this silence was different though. Amiro could feel the tension growing in the room with every passing second. "You know, Amiro," Komori began slowly, his voice filled with uncertainty, "I have something to tell you." Amiro's curiosity was piqued as he leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on Komori. The air between them crackled with anticipation, and Amiro couldn't help but wonder what revelation awaited him.

Komori fidgeted with his fingers and stared at the floor. "I...I think I like you." Komori slowly looked up to meet Amiro's eyes, and for a moment Komori thought he could see genuine fear and surprise in them as Amiro leaned back. "Komori I..." He trailed off. "You know you shouldn't like me." And Komori nodded in agreement, "That's why I didn't want to be around you too much. I tried to keep my feelings at bay, I never meant to fall for you, but none of that mattered." Amiro looked away from Komori. "We would never work, and you know that Komori. I don't want to hurt you, I always hurt the people I'm with. And I don't want that to happen to you." Amiro paused to breathe. "If you want to know how it'll be, we'll be fine one week and it'll be like a normal relationship with anyone else and then you'll find me with someone else and I'll kick you out of my room. That's how it always goes."

"Amiro..." Amiro shook his eyes, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. "No, Komori, I'm not letting you get hurt. I'd suggest you just forget your feelings for me and move on, find someone else, someone who can give you everything you deserve..." Amiro's voice cracked and he stood. "I'm leaving." He began walking towards the door and pulled his arm away when Komori reached out to grab it. "Please stay... please..." Komori's voice was filled with sadness, but Amiro just shook his head. "This is for the best." And then he left.