Misogi Kumagawa grumbled as he saw both of his first love and love rival sitting there below the tree, drinking their sake and mocking him for being too young to drink any. Really, like they could say it now. He wouldn't get drunk with just a bottle of sake.
Still, he's quite tired after their intense sparring and the gentle breeze lulled him to sleep. It's nice, to see his admired Najimi like this. He knew that this is only a dream, a childish hope of himself who only wish to see Najimi living happily ever after. He could very well describe the relationship between Najimi Ajimu and Suneo Honekawa as 'a pair of elderly spouses'; or maybe it was just his inferiority complex that came with his Minus status…
With that in his thought, Kumagawa fell asleep.
Suneo chuckled as he saw Kumagawa finally give in to exhaustion and slept soundly, "Still so young and weak…did this clown really gave Medaka a hard time? Good grief."
"Cut him some slack." Najimi sipped her sake, "He's only 17. His experience is far less than yours or mine."
"Seventeen, huh?" Suneo rolled his good eye over to Kumagawa, "I didn't realize it, with him looking like a lil' kid. Well, he's childish alright." Suneo laughed as he remembered how Kumagawa kept demanding them to fight seriously with him while protesting all the while when they were dodging his attacks.
"Time flew by so fast." Najimi poured more sake for both of them, "I couldn't believe that it's been eight hundred years since your death."
"Ah, yes…" Suneo mutters, "I have to remind myself that you've been bugging me for these past eight hundred years like a pesky fly to a rotting corpse."
Najimi just kept smiling, "Usually, the term would be a bee to a flower, I suppose that I am the fly and you are the rotting corpse?" Najimi said sarcastically.
"Ouch." Suneo smirked as he leaned in, closing their distance, "That, is that I hate the most about you."
The crimson eyes of Najimi is clearly intimidating him.
"I couldn't help it…" Najimi whispered huskily to her husband, "Not with you look so gorgeous like that. No wonder it just took three days for you to sexually conquer all the girls in Hakoniwa..."
"Anshin'in Najimi…" Suneo groaned as Najimi's freed hand slowly stroking his own prosthetic one, "Don't test my patience."
"Has it ever stopped me before?" the white-haired Not-Equal smirked triumphantly as she noticed her husband's resistance weakening. Maybe it's because it's been so long, or maybe the Black Swordsman didn't want to risk waking up Kumagawa and having to explain why is she servicing him…
"You freakin' moron… at least send Kumagawa back to the real world...!" Najimi's smirk turned to be more aroused as she noticed how Suneo has lost many reason he could use to stop her here and now.
"He's asleep. He won't wake up if we're quiet…" Najimi dropped the first kiss on Suneo's horizontal scar on the bridge of his nose, still remembering where Suneo's pleasure spots are and what she needs to do to make sure he mewl just like how she loves it.
"You—" Suneo bit his own lips to stifle the gasp coming out of his mouth. Damn it, this Not-Equal is as good as ever, "Just this once."
Najimi has the urge to tell Suneo that it's what he always say whenever she serviced him, but quickly refrain herself from doing so to roughly kissing the Black Swordsman's lips; loving the taste of sake, Suneo's saliva and the same eagerness from the man.
Suneo pushed Najimi to lay on her back on the grass, not breaking their heated kiss as he slipped his tongue past his wife's lips. He could feel Najimi's fingers digging in his hair, tugging at it to make him move. Suneo leaned down on her a bit more, enough for them to feel the heat of their bodies.
The Not-Equal bit the Swordsman's lower lip, the metallic taste of blood only invoking their excitement of conquering and getting conquered by their blood. Suneo's tongue licked at the wound sensually, before entering his wife's mouth once again and engaged in another battle that both of them love just as much as their sparring. Suneo's hand slipped under his wife's neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive skin there. He's rewarded by a muffled moan from Najimi, emitting a muffled gasp of her own as she purposely jerked her hips upward. Both of them are smirking, challenged to dominate one another.
Najimi nipped on Suneo chin, all the way down to the junction between his shoulder and neck. Suneo could feel her smirk on his skin, and it's his only warning before she bit on that spot; hard enough to draw blood. Suneo almost let out a loud moan from pleasure and pain, if not Najimi's fingers suddenly slipped past his lips.
"Misogi will wake up if you're so loud, Suneo." Suneo grunted at Najimi's teasing words, biting at Najimi's fingers, making it not only wet from his saliva, but from her own blood. Najimi just chuckled as she licked on his neck, biting wherever he knew would drive her husband crazy and leaving many red marks on Suneo's heavily scarred skin.
"Be prepared." Suneo huskily whispered to Najimi's ear, licking at the earlobe which sends shivers down her spine, "I don't have any intention to be gentle this time."
"Like you ever will." Najimi retorted, a faint blush covered her face from arousal and need, "And I love it with a bit pain."
"Masochist." Suneo chuckled.
"Sadist." Najimi retorts again.
Suneo grasped the giant screw sealing her right hand and removed it to set it free, with both hands gone, he tugged at his wife's top, revealing his wife's shoulder and cleavage before biting there. He's pleased when he heard a moan from Najimi.
As both of them hurriedly pried off each others' clothing and their muffled moans carried off by the cold winds as time passed, both of them didn't aware of the envious eyes watching them secretly, feigning sleep after he has woken up from Najimi's loud moans…
The next time he dies, Kumagawa swore to himself, he must remember to get Suneo to chase her away. Since Najimi's second known weakness, other than Medaka, was the man she loves and submits to.