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Head lowered, Kafka did nothing as the tip of a sword pressed at his throat. He didn’t even dare to look up into his vice-captain’s eyes and instead chose to sit on the ground amongst the rubble keeping them trapped from their comrades still fighting out there on the battlefield. Everything had happened so fast that he reacted without thought like Reno and Kikoru always got on to him about. But... images of the vice-captain coughing up blood in the grips of the Honju’s tentacle flashed before his mind and he didn’t regret a thing. In that moment, he truly did fear that the other was going to die. So, as always, he had recklessly transformed and saved him since Mina was too far away and they were too short on time. If he was going to die for that now then so be it. At least he knew he kept someone precious to him alive.

It was hard to keep the tears threatening to spill at bay but he did his best as he trembled on the ground in fear. Kafka was scared. He didn’t want to die yet. At the very least not at the hands of the vice-captain. But, and this thought came bitterly to him as he pressed his lips together harshly and bit the inside of his cheek until it bled, at least he had never confessed like he had planned. At least he had been too chicken to actually say the words that he had been wanting to for so long now so that the other didn’t feel the guilt of his feelings on top of whatever it was that he was about to do for the sake of the country. Reno would know. Just like he knew all of his secrets. But at least the vice-captain wouldn’t...

“Why did you save me?” The words were clipped and harsh, the tone of them making Kafka jump as he held down the whimper threatening to erupt from his throat. “Why reveal yourself now?” There was a waver to the vice-captain’s words and Soshiro sounded hurt. It was that sound that made him finally look up from the ground to meet the other’s eyes as he finally allowed the tears that he had been holding back to fall.

“You were going to die.” His voice cracked with emotion and as soon as the words were out Kafka couldn’t stop the avalanche of tears that followed. He couldn’t even see from how hard he was crying as his voice wavered and carried on despite the emotions choking his throat. “I couldn’t watch you die. I-“

The sword that had been pointing at him suddenly stabbed into the wall beside his head and the vice-captain cursed. “Damnit!” His voice was rough with something that Kafka didn’t recognize as he watched the other man kick at a piece of rubble into pieces. On closer inspection it was the part of the parking structure that he had used to shield them in the fall. “So this whole time,” Soshiro’s eyes were wide and wild as he began to pace within their concrete prison, “This whole time you’ve been number eight. And you’ve been helping us!” He rounded at him and knelt in front of Kafka in order to grab at the collar of his ripped combat suit and shake him roughly. “What’s your motive? Your deal! I don’t understand! I know that you and Mina were childhood friends, I know that you’ve been working with the sweepers all this time, I know personally first hand everything you’ve done since joining the Defense Force. So why?” His voice went low, almost threatening as he stared into his tear filled eyes, “Why do all of this?”

Kafka swallowed. “Because I promised Mina I would fight by her side.” This answer seemed to strike the vice-captain as if he had been slapped as all of the energy left his sails and he plopped onto the ground in front of him. “I’ve been a failure to do so all this time.” He swallowed harshly as he forced himself to keep his gaze locked on the crimson ones he had slowly been falling for since joining the Defense Force. “I don’t even know fully what’s happening with me. All of this happened so suddenly. One day I was attacked by a Kaiju and the next I’m being forced to swallow one and transforming into number eight like you saw. It’s all still fresh and brand new. I might not have all of the answers, but what I do know is this,” He felt more resolve then he’s felt since this whole mess started, “I can protect those that I care about this way. By becoming number eight I can save those I hold in my heart, so if I have to become a monster in order to do so then so be it. I’ll wear that badge proudly.”

“Is that why you did this now?” Soshiro’s voice was small as he averted his gaze and Kafka froze. “Why you revealed yourself to me despite knowing that I could kill you afterwards? Because you hold me in your heart as well?”

Gulping, he nodded. “I’m sorry sir.” He didn’t even know why he was apologizing. He just felt like it was the right thing to do. “I know you’re probably disgusted by me now. But I do. I’ve,” Kafka almost wondered if dying would be better than this, “I’ve had feelings for you for some time now. Feelings that refuse to go away. I had wanted to tell you in the past. To confess. But...” He looked at his hands and without warning they transformed. “How could I ever expect for you to return my feelings when I’m like this.” Holding up his hands Kafka showed the claws to the other man who’s crimson gaze never left his own. “I’m no longer just a man. No longer just me.”

“I hate mushy stuff like this,” Soshiro interrupted, “But, Kafka,” voice softer than he had ever heard from the vice-captain he grew still as the other started to lean closer, “You’re more than number eight. Your more than a monster. Your you, a simple man who’s an idiot but also the sweetest human I’ve seen in a long time. So don’t go making your mind up on my feelings.” Their foreheads were pressing together now and he gulped as slowly, the shorter man started to lean in, “Who says I don’t want both the monster and the man.” And like that he kissed him. It took a moment for Kafka to respond but when he did his body completely relaxed against the rubble as his hands found the silky strands of Soshiro’s hair. The kiss wasn’t hurried, but rather calm. As if the two of them were making up for lost time. And when they pulled away from each other there was a healthy blush on both of their cheeks. “I’m upset because I could have killed you that time we fought, and I’m upset because we could have done this a lot sooner if you had just confessed both your feelings and this.” His hand found Kafka’s still transformed palm and grasped it without hesitation. “As your superior I couldn’t do it first cause it would look like I took advantage of you given our positions. With you doing it first though,” He trailed off as his eyes found Kafka’s lips and stared hungrily at them. His voice disappearing as they simultaneously leaned in and pressed together again.

This time when they kissed it was different. Still soft, but there was heat behind it as their tongues met in a dance that brought Soshiro onto Kafka’s lap and their hands roaming over their bodies. “We shouldn’t do this here,” Kafka tried to warn but lips trailed down to his neck instead and started to suckle in a way that made him shiver.

“It’ll take them awhile before they find us,” Soshiro nipped at his skin with each word and Kafka found it hard to keep resisting, “And I’m the only one who saw you transform right?”

It was hard to nod but Kafka managed it with a moan as the other sucked on a particularly sensitive spot. “I made sure to hide before turning to number eight.” The words came out as a moan and soon he was pulled into an even more heated kiss as the other man rocked in his lap and fucked his mouth with his tongue. He found himself gripping tightly onto Soshiro’s hips as they rocked together, their hard lengths rubbing deliciously and creating friction that simply wasn’t enough.

“I don’t know if I want you to fuck me or I fuck you more,” Soshiro admitted and Kafka found himself growing harder as he imagined sinking himself into the other man and making him feral with pleasure. He could picture the smaller on his back, legs spread wide with pink on his knees as his dusky brown nipples pebbled up his marked and flushed chest and his dark cock begged for release as he stretched out his tight little hole.

Without thought, Kafka carefully pinned the other to the ground and began to litter his neck with deep marks that they for sure weren’t going to be able to explain when they were rescued later. “Fuck,” Soshiro was shaking like a leaf beneath him and he found himself thrusting in a way that made it clear that this would be how he fucked him later when they had lube and a bed. “This isn’t enough,” He whined and damn did that sound do things to him.

All of the emotions since he had risked everything to save the vice-captain and revealed his secret were colliding with the need for release making their movements frantic. It only took a bit of manhandling for Kafka to get the other back on top of him and flip him around so that his cock was right in front of his face and didn’t hesitate to pull him out of his uniform in order to get his mouth on him. “Kafka,” Soshiro collapsed on him fully with his face pressed against his own straining length as he took in the vice-captains cock with ease. It was about the same size as his own and he wasted no time in getting him off. “Oh fuck, let me,” His words were cut off by a moan that was far too loud for where they were as his nimble fingers scrambled to pull Kafka out from his own combat suit. By the time that he got his small mouth around him he was shaking like a leaf and Kafka was just beginning.

He was pulling out all the stops and was relentless as he ran his tongue all over him and sucked hard, his hands gripping tightly to Soshiro’s ass cheeks as he occasionally reached upwards with his elongated Kaiju like tongue to lap at his hole. And by the time that the other was cumming he had his lips sealed around him so tight and all the way down his throat that it was easy for him to swallow as the other man fell apart on top of him. It was beautiful.

Soshiro worked harder once he came, his mouth going double time as he wrapped what he couldn’t fit with his hands and fucked his own mouth onto Kafka’s cock. It was hot and as he tangled his hand in his hair and started to move him up and down, he only grew harder as the other moaned wantonly around his spit soaked length. When his orgasm finally did overtake him it was a full bodied experience and he shook as each drop was taken without mercy. “So good.” He praised and Soshiro swallowed with an audible gulp before plopping down beside him on the ground and panting heavily.

They were silent for a long time, the silence around them comfortable as they took everything in and simply basked in the afterglow. There was still a lot that they would have to talk about. But that could wait for another time. They were finally together. And maybe, just maybe, that’s all that mattered in the moment.