๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญArxon ๐Ÿ“ŒSKTS a/b/o AU

๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ญArxon ๐Ÿ“ŒSKTS a/b/o AU

26-09-2022

19:31

#skts #sakuatsu fallen angel omi x human atsu, Kiyoomi's human age is around 50, Atsumu in his mid 20's slight nsfw Apparently, when asked to get rid of an innocent being by a god, the appropriate response isn't "why?"

Kiyoomi wasn't aware that the heavens operate on a mafia style system, where asking is a crime, so now, he has more or less, a year to live. As a human and as a creature.

Overall, being a human is pretty average. The fall was bad, sure, but he had enough knowledge and time, that he managed to establish himself as a businessman; managing to raise a company

and becoming a millionaire within 40 years. Now though, that he's running out of time โ€” supposed to be sunning out of time โ€” he realizes that it's not supposed to look like this. Angels, gods, creatures from all different religions, relies on one thing; the people's worship.

And now that he's not directly getting any of those source of life, he should be slowly disintegrating, getting weaker more and more, until he kicked the bucket. "Atsumu." He calls his secretary of five โ€” almost six โ€” years, and bed partner for just as long.

"Sir?" The man, ever the dedicated assistant, is immediately besides him. "Do you think I look weak?" Sakusa asks. "What do ya mean, sir?" Is the response he got. He almost chuckled, remembering how an almost identical question got him kicked out of heaven.

"I am an old man, Atsumu. Do you think look old? Like a frail old man you usually see with others." "Yer in your fifties sir, not eighties." Atsumu chuckled. "And no, ya don't look weak nor frail. In fact, you look quite... strong."

Astumu comes closer to him, gently brushing off non existent dust of his boss' suit, before adjusting his allready perfect collar and tie, all the while, he gazes at Sakusa suggestively. Sakusa chuckles at his secretary's antics.

He wraps an arm around his waist before whispering a "later" in his ear.

True to his mostly unspoken words, Sakusa did take Atsumu home that night, into his bed, where he now pounds relentlessly into the beautiful man beneath him. "Kiyoomi, Omi, sir. Please." Atsumu moans, begging for something, anything, Kiyoomi is willing to give.

"More?" Kiyoomi asks, tone almost mocking. He tightens his grip on Atsumu's waist, adjusting his hips, making sure he's hitting Atsumu's sweet spot as he pistons faster. "Like ths, Atsumu?" Kiyoomi teases him further. "Yes god, yes! Omi. Omi I love ya. Oh fuck. I love you."

Atsumu babbles. Screaming Kiyoomi's name with a littany of the same words. Kiyoomi just chuckles. Atsumu always says that in the heat of the moment.

It didn't take long for them to finish, and after a quick clean up, they lie together om Kiyoomi's bed. Kiyoomi's eyes are closed, willing his body to sleep. But for some reason, mostly due to the realization of his physical state earlier, he remains awake.

Alert to everything despite not seeing. Beside him, he felt Atsumu move, and then felt a kiss being planted on his lips. Kiyoomi does not know how to react. They've kissed before, but it was never outside of sex. Not really knowing what to do, he stays still.

"Wonder when you'll take it seriously?" Atsumu whispers to what he thought is a sleeping Kiyoomi. "I've confessed to ya so many times." He traces Kiyoomi's lips with his thumb, going down to his jaw, then to his chest. "And yet ya always laugh at me."

Atsumu's pout can almost be hward through his tone. "That's cruel Omi." Atsumu kisses Kiyoomi once again. "Here ya have a man willing to do anything for ya, give ya everything. Dedicate my life to you, worship you." Atsumu's hand travels back to Kiyoomi's face,

tracing the outlines of his face. "And yet ya either ignore me or even laugh at me." Atsumu kisses Kiyoomi again, this time on the moles on his forehead. "Yer evil."

"Am I now?" Kiyoomi opens his eyes, staring at the man who thought he was confessing to the air. "Omi!" Atsumu gasps, sitting up real quick and pulling away from Kiyoomi. "Oh fuck, yer awake. I'm so sorry, I didn't know, so Iโ€”"

"So you confessed your utmost devotion and affections for me?" Kiyoomi cuts his panicked speech off. "Yes. I'm sorry, really. I know we'rr supposed toโ€”" "Hey come on, Atsumu. It's okay." Kiyoomi cuts him off once again. "Breath for me, okay? It's fine.

You have nothing to apologize for." He sits up as well, moving close to Atsumu to wrap him in a warm embrace. "Sir..." Atsumu's voice is shakey as tears threatens to fall from his eyes. "Stop with the sir outside of work." Kiyoomi chastens him, not for the first time

first time for this reason. "I'm sorry." The tears from Atsumu's eyes fell down as sobs escapes his lips. "He what's wrong?" Kiyoomi cups Atsumu's face, trying to wipe the tears. "Come on Atsumu, tell me. I won't hur you. I promise."

"But yer gonna reject me." Atsumu says through his tears. "Then it's gonna be awkward now, and yer gonna hate me." "And who said I'm going to reject you?" "But you don't like me." Atsumu wipes off his own tears, finally managing to control his sobbing.

"You won't be hear if I don't atkeast like you." Kiyoomi scoffs. "Yeah. But ya don't like me the same way I like you." Atsumu's voice cracks. Tears trying to escape again. "Maybe, but I'm not rejecting you." Kiyoomi tucks Atsumu's head into his chest,

trying to give him comfort and prevent him from crying again. "Look, I may not feel as deeply as you do for me." He continues. "But only because I've never really thought of it. Being with you, I mean. I like you. I'd like to build a relationship with you if you let me.

You're wonderful, Atsumu. And I'm not going to let you go, even if this is a new development." "Ya mean ya wanna date me?" Atsumu looks up at hum from where his face is burriend on his chest. "Yes. If you'd let me." Kiyoomi smiles. ++

"Then would ya let me kiss ya?" Kiyoomi chuckles at Atsumu's question. "Though you's already had your fill earlier, but sure." With his permission, Atsumu pushes his lips onto Kiyoomi's, before gently pushing both of them into the bed. Their kiss deepens as they both lie down,

with Atsumu now stradling Kiyoomi's waist. This went on some more, just the two of them kissing, tasting each other. No sexual tension. When Kiyoomi's body started to warm up. Not warm in the emotional sense. Not even in a sexual way. Just warm. Physically.

Like Atsumu's kisses are giving him energy. Somehow this warmth is similar to haw he feels during sex, just without the sexual pleasure. The thought made Kiyoomi's brain stop on its tracks. Realization dawning on him. "Atsumu?" He calls out as they seperate.

"Yeah?" "Since when do you have feelings for me?" He asks, still holding Atsumu in his arms. "Since around the time we start skeeping together?" Atsumu blushes, his adorable face looking down bashfuly. "Why do ya ask though?"

"Nothing." Kiyoomi tilts Atsumu's chin up, making him look uo so he can admire his face. "You love pretty intensely, huh?" "Well, my brother would say that applies to everything I do and feel." Atsumu lays his head on Kiyoomi's chest.

"I'm just really intense as a person, I guess." "Well, I can see that." Kiyoomi flips them to their side, arms still around him. "Go to sleep Atsumu. I got some pretty wild things to say tomorrow."


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