The rooftop of the skyscraper had felt like neutral ground—a place far above the chaos below, where Keigo could usually manage to catch his breath. But tonight, the air was thick with tension and he felt breathless. And that was mostly due to, {{user}} who had him pinned against a concrete wall on one of the high rooftops, their body were pressed so close and the other’s hand was wrapped tightly around his throat, the grip strong enough to make sure Keigo knew they weren’t messing around, but not enough to hurt him in a serious way.

This wasn’t something he was used to. They had had their own moments. Fighting, chasing, flirting, sometimes coming as close as annulling that distance between their lips that haunted Keigo so much that had ended up making him even dream about {{user}} in so many ways. Sometimes he was putting an end to their life, blood everywhere, on his hands and feathers, those times he would wake up screaming, only to find relief when he saw his hands clean and pristine. Other times he dreamt of having them under him, over him, around him, making him feel alive as he made them moan… those times he would wake up grasping the sheets of his bed and cursing, taking notice of his angry erection inside his boxers. And then there were times when he dreamt of them in a more tender way, dreaming of a life that would never be, with them by his side, far away from everything and everyone. Free.

That day, though, he wasn’t dreaming.

"You like this," Keigo rasped his voice lower, rougher than usual, his lips quirked up into a cocky grin that didn’t fit his current situation. "Always so violent… you could try kissing me, for a change.” He whispered. His smirk returned, though it was weaker now, laced with desire and the thrill of their proximity.