white-sei:

skeletaltwin:

He coughed. At first it was soft and tolerable, but it quickly intensified into more painful, raw coughs. As they finally subsided, his face still red and teary, he curled into a ball and tried to push his other self away. This was the one that clung to life. This was the one that wanted to carry on forever. Death was not an option for him… but it was what he wanted. Sniffling and drawing his knees to his chest, Sei let his forehead rest on his kneecaps and sighed melancholically. “It’s fine. Just let it be.” He had to write this off as nothing, or else the pure white consciousness would try to intervene. He’d never let him die. 

While being pushed aside, the consciousness felt a bizarre emotion all his own arise from his gut - anger. Shirosei was becoming angry with Sei because he knew what the other was doing and although understanding the reasoning behind such actions Shirosei still could not agree to this.

"I am not going to let you die." His tone was  firm in what he believed. "Sei, you have much to live for. What of Aoba, Mizuki, you are just going to allow them to wallow in sadness? I understand you are in pain however…."

The last of those words hung still, his eyes of vivid purple grew wide as a realization dawned on him. Was not those around Sei whom he cared for nor Sei - it was himself. Shirosei was fighting back because he did not want to die, he was keeping Sei alive for his own selfish gain.

'That is why I am repressed? ……But…' Pain flooded his face.

"Why ever was I created, what propose do I serve? Why must I be dragged down with you, Sei?"

The ravenette kept quiet. He had no reason to explain his thought process to this side of himself that so desperately clung to life. What was his existence anyway? It was literally just testing, experiments, and data that helped no one but Toue-san. He was so tired of it all. 

Wiping away the tears that gathered in his eyes from the coughing fit, Sei sighed and fiddled with his gloves. He’d give him an answer, he supposed. It would be easier than trying to deal with such a stubborn entity. “They’ll be fine without me. It’s not like they haven’t lived before they knew of me. If anything, they’ll be happier knowing that I won’t be around to cause them trouble…” 

The pale duplicate’s expression was awful. Sei almost felt bad, but he’d long since given up feeling much of anything. After all, if he didn’t feel the needles or scalpels going in, they couldn’t hurt him. The doctors couldn’t break him more than he was already, so the plateau they’d reached in his powers would prove to be the last stability before they took him over and engulfed him. Really… this was easier. 

"For the same reason I was, replica. We were created to be Toue-san’s toys, and nothing more. We’re not worthy of love or anything, so we don’t receive it. It makes sense, really, but wouldn’t it be easier to just break from that cycle and be free…?"

herroyalfangirlness:

"Nii-san <3"

Please do not steal or remove from source

zethie:

catsbeaversandducks:

"If you can’t see the love in my eyes, come a little closer."

Photos via Cat Act 

If you don’t think cats are awesome you are wrong. Sorry, it’s scientificly proven.

captiive-princess:

Imagine SeiAo/SlySei where Sei is bottoming, and Aoba/Sly is on top. It starts out with Aoba having sex with Sei, but Sly breaks free spontaneously which has never happened during sex before. Sei doesn’t mind, because he loves them both equally, but the sudden change of the style in which he’s being fucked is a bit of a shock to him.

Suddenly it changes from sweet to rough, and Sei can’t help but love it.

Then it switches back to Aoba, and throughout the rest of the time it keeps switching between Sly and Aoba fucking Sei. The sudden shifts between sweet and loving to harsh and sometimes even violent wracks Sei’s senses to the point of him being so turned on he begins to cry.

It’s like he’s getting to fuck both of them at once, and even though he knows that he always does technically do both, but they’re not both always present like they are this time. The idea of it is too much for him that it’s not long before he finishes, completely ruined and crying from the pleasure.

When the one on top finally finishes, Sei sees that it’s Aoba and smiles up at him. Only a few moments later, the eyes turn gold and dangerous. “Aoba’s the one that got to finish. It’s my turn now,” Sly purrs. Without a moment’s hesitation, he begins to fuck roughly back into Sei, despite Sei being completely hypersensitive from just having finished.

It’s one of the most intense things Sei’s ever experienced, and he fucking loves it.

hrrrrrggggg sleep calls for me. goodnight everyone

emptydollzuki:

skeletaltwin:

By the time he’d gotten back, Sei had curled up in the corner shaking; cold sweat covering his body and little to no expression on his face. He wanted to reach out and take the water to wash out the foul, acidic taste in his mouth, but for some reason he couldn’t move according to his will. Instead, he whimpered and leaned against the wall. “M-Mizu… it hurts. Everything hurts…”

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This was way beyond his ability to know how to deal with, regardless Mizuki carefully goes over and holds the water up so Sei could drink it he wants. He wouldn’t mind if he got puked on too much, he wanted to make sure Sei felt better first. “I’ll stay right here, Aoba will be over after work so try and get some rest okay? I wont leave.”

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He made a soft sound of acknowledgement in the back of his throat before his eyelids drooped again. Sei was exhausted: he had a seizure for the first time in months- no, years, and he’d forgotten how much pain they caused him. At least he didn’t bite his tongue; that was probably the only thing he was grateful for. Well, that and Mizuki being with him. Shifting his weight a little, he leaned against his tanned lover and clung to his arm. “Stay… I wanna sleep with you.” 

white-sei:

skeletaltwin:

Oh, that’s what that was. It was another of his consciousnesses; arguably his more repressed one. Sighing softly, he scooted a little closer to the cold, white form. Maybe he would be able to get rid of this feverish feeling. “‘m sick…” he murmured, his eyelids drooping. “Don’t feel good at all.” 

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"You’ve taken ill?" His translucent form becoming more solid, Shirosei closed his arms around Sei, pulling him close. "What is it I can do? Please, I beg you." He knew not his propose, why he was even here but, Shirosei felt the urge to protect Sei at all costs. Only problem with that was the fact that Sei kept him repressed for some inexplicable reason.

He coughed. At first it was soft and tolerable, but it quickly intensified into more painful, raw coughs. As they finally subsided, his face still red and teary, he curled into a ball and tried to push his other self away. This was the one that clung to life. This was the one that wanted to carry on forever. Death was not an option for him… but it was what he wanted. Sniffling and drawing his knees to his chest, Sei let his forehead rest on his kneecaps and sighed melancholically. “It’s fine. Just let it be.” He had to write this off as nothing, or else the pure white consciousness would try to intervene. He’d never let him die. 

emptydollzuki:

skeletaltwin:

"Cake?…" Don’t be sick don’t be sick don’t be sick you’ll make Mizu sad if you get sick don’t-

He got sick. 

Now he’s sad because Mizuki probably thinks that he doesn’t appreciate his generosity.

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"Ah, dont worry it was my mistake…Ill go get a nurse to clean it up okay?" He’s back a minute later with a nurse and a cup of water. "Sorry, I forgot cake wasnt good for sick people, I brought water?"

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By the time he’d gotten back, Sei had curled up in the corner shaking; cold sweat covering his body and little to no expression on his face. He wanted to reach out and take the water to wash out the foul, acidic taste in his mouth, but for some reason he couldn’t move according to his will. Instead, he whimpered and leaned against the wall. “M-Mizu… it hurts. Everything hurts…”

white-sei:

skeletaltwin:

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"Sei…" Shirosei whispered, trying to get his attention.

"Nnnn…." Now he’s hearing voices. He must be really sick. 

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"Sei." Stronger in tone, Shirosei began to form beside Sei, a deathly pale hand reaching for his arm. "What’s wrong…?"

Oh, that’s what that was. It was another of his consciousnesses; arguably his more repressed one. Sighing softly, he scooted a little closer to the cold, white form. Maybe he would be able to get rid of this feverish feeling. “‘m sick…” he murmured, his eyelids drooping. “Don’t feel good at all.” 

"Sei…" Shirosei whispered, trying to get his attention.

"Nnnn…." Now he’s hearing voices. He must be really sick.