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A loud moan ripped through Reo's throat as he felt Nagi exploding inside of him. He gripped the crumpled sheets tightly, silently whimpering at the sensation of being filled up. He was on his back while Nagi was on top of him.

Nagi grunted as he pulled out, earning a small popping sound. Beads of sweat were trickling down both of their foreheads. Reo looked up at the white haired man above him. It almost made him laugh that there was little to no warmth in his eyes. It almost felt like nothing happened between them. But still this moment of intimacy was enough for him. To relish in Nagi's presence. And the passion that he brings in his heart. Reo wanted it to last forever.

But, like a trance that was shattered by the cruel face of reality, a phone ringing snapped him into the present.

"It's your phone.." Reo whispered, still out of breath.

He saw how Nagi swiftly sat up and scrambled to the bedside table. And when he picked up the phone, Reo immediately knew who was calling, judging by the sparkling look on Nagi's eyes.

He scoffed secretly and averted his gaze. Slowly wrapping himself with a blanket.

As soon as Nagi turned off the phone he made a beeline towards his clothes that were scattered on the bed. Like he was in a hurry. Reo knew he was about leave without a word. Again.

"Not even a thank you for my company? I guess I'll get discarded now because all your frustrations have been vented out?" Reo couldn't help but snap at him. He bit his lip trying to control the words that are about to spill form his mouth.

Nagi stopped for a moment at putting on his pants. Like he was just realizing what transpired between them. His eyes softened for a split moment.

"Reo... I'm--" He couldn't even finish when Reo shut him up with a glare.

"Don't fucking say sorry to me. It makes me loathe you and my self a lot more." He said the last words in a tired manner.

Nagi was about to approach him. He felt bad. He forgot about Reo for a second there. However, he immediately stopped when his phone rang once again.

"Just go." Reo gripped the sheets as he buried his face on his pillow. His heart wrenching but he couldn't do anything about it. "He probably needs you. Just go to your sweet little Isagi." He didn't intend to sound so loathsome but his feelings came all over the place. Although Nagi couldn't sense it at all. Instead, he took it as a sign to leave.

"I..uh.. I'm going to leave now Reo." Nagi looked at the purple haired boy that refused to look at him. For a second he thought of staying. But he knew he didn't want to.

Nagi grabbed his doufle bag and went to the door. Not looking back again.

It was so disgusting to see, but when Reo took a final glance before he shut the door, he could see a small smile on Nagi's lips.

Reo scoffed once again. He clenched his fists tightly that it started to form little cuts. Almost immediately his vision blurred. Ofcourse, he was in tears once again.

"What did you expect Reo? That he'd actually choose you this time?" He smiled bitterly. How many times has he gotten himself in this situation? But everytime he still hopes. That Nagi would look at him with the same fondness as he does whenever he see's Isagi Yoichi.

"Pathetic" He whispered to himself as he sobs.

"You were just a good fuck."

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Nagi rushed to the club where Isagi said he was. It was in the middle of the night, and he didn't even have time to wait for a taxi to show up. So he ran all the way from Reo's apartment.

Immediately he was greeted by flashing lights as he stopped to catch a breath outside of the establishment. His bored eyes seemingly filled with glee thinking that Isagi wanted to meet him here.

He brushed his hair back, a few drops of sweat trickling down his neck as he walked inside. A lot of people stared at him as he walked by. He thought what a pain it was. Some even tried to block his path and flirt with him but his eyes were only scanning the area for that one boy he came there for.

And then, his gaze wandered into the dance floor. There his vision zeroed in on those dark blue hair and undeniably seductive eyes. He walked through the crowd. Skillfully evading them one by one.

Nagi took his time studying Isagi's features. Isagi did not notice his presence just yet. Which was rather a good thing. Because Nagi couldn't hide how he checked him out, forming unpleasant thoughts in his mind.

Isagi wore a mesh top, not wearing anything underneath. Nagi gulped at the sight of his cute nipples behind that thin layer of fabric. And how those low rise jeans were bearly hanging onto his hips as he swayed to the beat.

'fuck those slutty waist'

Nagi couldn't help but think as he approached Isagi's side.

But before he could even reach him, he saw how Isagi was swept by his waist, when an unknown man grabbed onto him and pulled him closer. He saw how this man perfectly traveled his hands to Isagi's hips. Which brought Isagi to a halt leaving him a bit flustered.

Nagi's eyes visibly twitched. Anger and jealousy immediately fueled his senses. He rushed to the scene and grabbed a hold of Isagi's arm yanking him away from the blonde haired man almost instantly. He pressed Isagi's back against his body, and wrapped an arm around his torso in a protective and possessive manner. The blaze in his eyes spoke volumes. Taunting the other guy to back off or there will be a big trouble.

The blonde was obviously taken aback a little. Although he recovered himself quickly. He looked at Isagi and then towards the white haired boy who was baring his fangs at him even in a subtle manner. With a cold smirk and sharp eyes, he tilted his head a little, assessing the situation. The blue rose tattoo embedded on the skin of his neck peeking through his jacket.

"Darling... You didn't tell me you had a pretty boyfriend. Is this why you've been refusing me this whole time?" A thick german accent was heard.

"Back off" Nagi spoke in a blank tone. Although his arms wrapped around Isagi way tighter.

Isagi on the other hand, took his time to assess the situation due to his tipsiness. He blinked his eyes three times before focusing on the blonde haired man which he recognized as the one who's been constantly hitting on him since he got in the club.

And then the situation dawned on him. How he was wrapped around strong muscles, threatening to squeeze him tight. He looked up and saw Nagi through his blurry vision. His eyes scanned the white haired man almost in a state of confusion. Did he call him here? If not then why else would Nagi be in this specific place? He hates crowded places.

After a few seconds of silence he giggled at the blonde man's question. Almost as if it was a sort of joke.

"No... I'm sorry he's my friend" He said while looking back and forth at Nagi and the blonde man.

Nagi looked visibly dejected by this. His grip on Isagi almost loosened. His eyes cast an eerie shadow of what seems like a form of sadness. However, he worked hard not to let this blonde stranger notice. In which he did.

The blonde laughs "Oh I see what's going on here. Your friend is obviously playing the jealous lover boy. How funny."

He brushed his hair back and looked at the white haired man mockingly with a smirk. "What a pity. If it were me, I'd have taken him long ago."

Nagi's jaw clenched at this. He knew exactly what this man is talking about. And it infuriates him that he got ahold of his position in Isagi's life almost instantly. Is his role that clear?

Amidst all this, Isagi was in his own blurry little world. His vision is distorting in every angle. He knew he drank quite a lot and it was time to leave.

"Let's go Isagi." He heard Nagi's voice ringing on his ear. He didn't protest that much about it though. He was so out of it that he didn't mind that Nagi was practically dragging him away from the scene.

He glanced back a bit to look at the blonde haired man with the red eyeliner smile at him as he disappeared through the crowd.  He didn't know if he saw it right but the man definitely mouthed something to him.

'I'll see you soon darling...'

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