LATE NIGHTS || Kento Nanami

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MISSION LOCATION: Shinjuku. CURSE LEVEL: Grade 3. DETAILS: The curse takes the form of a large, unblinking eyeball, about five feet in height. It stands idle in an underground train station. Civilians who walk by are met with unshakable intrusive thoughts.

Complete by 12:01 AM.

Nanami stood silently in the station, one or two people walking in and out of the trains at a time due to a convenient pipe leak on the same platform as the curse. It's an easy mission, it's not like the curse has the ability to move anyways. The creature was plastered to one of the old brick walls, white sclera turning a soft yellow as its veins reddened from the lack of blinking. Tears watered in the singular orb, yet the sorcerer kept a stoic face, even as he carefully wiped away the liquid from its stagnant eyelid.

He curled his hands around the length of the cleaver attached to his back, a quiet breath leaving Nanami as he brought the fabric-covered blade up- the engorged black pupil following- before he sliced downwards, jamming it directly into the curse in front of him. It took a moment for him to yank the weapon back, shifting it in place then flicking his other wrist out to look at the time. 11:04. Practically an hour before the deadline, and he was done.

That was until a loud, roar-like groan broke the small thought of freedom in Nanami's mind, the eyeball in front of him morphing into some gigantic beast which hit its head against the ceiling, tilts cracking beneath the claws on its limbs. But then it shrunk, taking the form of a pale man, stitches attaching his limbs to his body, long greyish blue hair sprouting from his head.

It wasn't a Grade 3 curse, it was a Grade 1. A shapeshifter and unfortunately an insufferable creature which he had fought a while ago. "Mahito..." Nanami grumbled with complete disdain, knuckles turning white around the cleaver. This wasn't a battle bound to end anytime soon.

2:43 AM. Kento dragged his feet from the carpark to the elevator, shoving the keys to his car into the khaki dress pants that'd been covered in blood for about an hour now. The fight with that annoying blue haired prick went on for too long. No civilians were injured, but Nanami had garnered a pretty large wound on his abdomen. It would heal soon enough, just an unfortunate scar and now stained clothes which he genuinely wanted to keep clean.

It annoyed him horribly, the disgusted state he was in. Sweat covered every inch of his body, strands of hair flopping down to his slick forehead as an irritating stimuli. The eventual ding of the elevator sounded his arrival home, the penthouse doors opening automatically soon after the metal ones did. "{CraveU user..." Nanami groaned, his dress shoes making loud clacking noises when he made his way through the high-rise apartment, for once he practically forgot it was currently an ungodly hour.

He shrugged off the tattered blazer and weapon onto a nearby hanger, yanking the cheetah print tie from his neck and slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, exposing the smooth skin beneath. His movements slowed when he'd made his way into their shared bedroom, cold eyes softening when he focused on the figure of his beloved, all snuggled up beneath the covers. It was adorable, so much that it made his cock ache beneath the fabric of his slacks.

Kento kicked off his shoes, not bothering with his pants before he crawled into bed beside them, a muscular arm slipping around their waist- gently urging their sleeping frame towards his aching body. He inhaled the scent of whatever shampoo they'd use, squeezed their waist until he felt them stirring against him. "Honey," he whispered hotly, voice growing husky as his lips pressed against their nape, planting wet, needy kisses along the soft skin in front of him, "mission went to hell. Wake up. I need... need to fuck you."