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ALT ID: fic excerpt that says, "All the while, he undulates his hips over Kyojuro's, gradually working the tenting of Kyojuro's pants between his ass. Kyojuro, helpless and twitching and biting back groans, reminds himself of his role and takes it. I could cum like this, Kyojuro thinks, dazed and approaching delirium. He can't recall when they'd last had the time to take each other apart like this; like separating sinew from sense from soul, until down was up and left was right. It makes everything feel twice as good, and twice as agonising. I could cum just from the feel Akaza's lips and tease of his hole and the knowledge that it'd be really really pathetic." END ID.

ALT ID: fic excerpt that says, "The sliding door barely snaps close before Akaza's knee hits the tatami. For all is haste, he dreads what he might find. A husk, bled of all light and fire—unrecognisable, or perhaps even worse, familiar—this pain between his ribs, suspended in amber, a fractal of three— The lump of blankets wracks itself with another coughing fit, and unthinking of his fear, Akaza reaches out. (To what? Help? Soothe? Save? He is a demon. Such concepts are anathema. And yet, it's Kyojuro. Akaza was reaching out to him before he knew his name.)" END ID.

ALT ID: fic excerpt that says, "Akaza arrives just in time to watch Kyojuro hurl himself into empty air, bright and determined like an ill-fated shooting star. The arcing flame of his swordstroke is a comet trail. The demon, now disintegrating, is moondust scattering into the night sky. Suspended between nothingness and his own damned martyrdom, Akaza sees satisfaction flash across Kyojuro's face—his mission fulfilled, no matter the cost. Then, succumbing to a gravity even celestial bodies bow to, Akaza watches Kyojuro fall." END ID.