Seiichi remembered when Belial had set the seal of their contract.
Marui leaned back against the sheets.
Masaharu gazed up into blue eyes that burned in the darkness.
Akaya bit his lip as Hatter’s fingers brushed over his cheek.
Hiroshi was silent as Hatter delicately moved his shirt aside.
Renji gasped at the coolness of Hatter’s hands sliding cloth down from his
hip.
Jackal took a deep breath at Hatter’s teasing whisper to relax.
Genichirou bit back a moan at the burning heat of lips against his skin.
And it was done.
End
Damn. This is a masterpiece of construction (and understated hotness). Hatter on one side, the team – collectively and individually – on the other, Yukimura first and Sanada last. I stand in awe of these nine lines. (This sounds overblown and silly, but seriously – I really like this.)
*sparkles really a lot* Thank you! This may be the TS story I spent the most time fiddling with to get right.