The sound of Takeuchi welcoming him home carried over the music playing in the living room of their basement apartment. It was almost sunrise, and Suwa had just been to a midnight viewing of a new movie that had come out a couple of days ago.

He found Takeuchi in the bathroom, rummaging through his hair dyes. Suwa watched him look through his dyes for another minute before he finally decided on a colour. “Want me to help you with that?”

Takeuchi lit up from where he sat on the floor in front of all his colourful bottles and jars. “Yes, please.” He put the bottle he’d picked out on the edge of the sink. “Can you get a towel while I put the rest of these away?”

“Sure.” There was something different about the way Takeuchi was speaking. A very faint lisp that hadn’t actively registered in his brain when he was first welcomed home.

Getting the hair-dye dedicated towel, Suwa pulled on the gloves he was handed before picking up the bottle of hair dye and walking through the open door to sit on the edge of the tub. The dye inside the clear plastic bottle was a bright blue he had seen Takeuchi use enough times for him to know that it would make his hair a cotton candy blue.

He could hear Takeuchi undressing in the next room, only taking a minute to join him next to the tub, dressed in nothing but his underwear. Suwa watched him wet his hair, offering him the towel so he could towel-dry it.

“Was the movie good?” Takeuchi asked as he sat down between Suwa’s legs, shuddering for just a second as he leaned back against the cold enamel of the tub.

The lisp was there again.

“It was.” He ran his fingers through Takeuchi’s hair to part it, squeezing some of the dye into his hair. “You remember how they did the transformation between Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, right? They did something similar that made me think of it.” It had even been recorded with an old camera, on film, which was a rare sight now that they were a quarter of the way into the 21st century.

Takeuchi hummed, and Suwa could tell that his eyes had slipped closed while Suwa worked the dye into his hair. “It’s been a while since we last watched that movie.”

For a while they talked about the movie Suwa had just seen. What had been done with practical effects versus CGI (which had been minimally used), how the acting had been, the lighting and the sets. Suwa could see and feel Takeuchi getting more relaxed the longer his hands were in his hair.

Honestly, after well over a hundred years of dyeing his hair on his own, he didn’t exactly need the help, but Takeuchi had told him it was relaxing to have someone you cared about doing it for you. On the rare occasion that Suwa would let Takeuchi dye his hair too, he could understand what he meant by it.

By the time all the dye was rubbed into his hair, they had managed to talk about almost every topic they might want to cover about the movie.

Takeuchi turned around, leaning his arms on Suwa’s thighs. “Thank you for the help, Suwa-san,” he said, a wide smile on his face.

Now that they were properly face to face, he finally caught sight of it.

Suwa pulled his gloves off, grabbing Takeuchi by the chin and turning his face up. “Did you get your tongue pierced?”

Takeuchi’s smile went from wide to face-splitting. “Oh, yes, I did! What do you think?” He stuck out his tongue, showing off the titanium rod in the middle of it.

“It suits you,” Suwa said, a small, happy blush making its way onto Takeuchi’s cheeks as he closed his mouth again. “I’d have thought you’d lisp more.” Now that he knew what caused it, it was actually a bit surprising that it was so subtle. He hadn’t had the piercing when he left the apartment at sunset last night.

“It’s nothing compared to when I got my fangs,” Takeuchi laughed. “When all my teeth fell out and my fangs grew in, I could barely speak for days. I kept biting myself all the time, too. Sent me down a rabbit hole of researching autocannibalism.”

Suwa let out an amused huff. “Of course it did.” No wonder he got used to the piercing so quickly, it was practically nothing. “Is it fully healed?”

“It is, why?”

Instead of answering, Suwa pressed his thumb down on Takeuchi’s tongue, right in front of the piercing. He could see the blood rushing to Takeuchi’s face, a satisfied smirk making its way onto his own as he pulled the mask off his face and tossed it to the side.

Pulling his finger out of Takeuchi’s mouth, he leaned down, capturing his lips. Takeuchi’s back straightened to push up into the kiss.

When Suwa’s tongue entered Takeuchi’s mouth, he quickly found the ball resting on the top of Takeuchi’s tongue. By now it had adjusted to the same temperature as Takeuchi’s body, mirroring that of their surroundings.

It felt a bit odd, almost like kissing a different person, if everything else hadn’t been the same.

He let his hands wander down Takeuchi’s chest, down his shoulders and his arms. He felt Takeuchi’s tongue in his mouth, moving carefully so he didn’t hurt Suwa’s teeth with the piercing, though if he did Suwa could just pull any chipped teeth out and new ones would soon take their place.

Takeuchi let out a startled noise as Suwa tugged on the piercing with his teeth. It sounded suspiciously like a moan at the tail end of it, and when Suwa let go and pulled back Takeuchi was pouting. “What, didn’t like it?” Suwa smirked back at him.

“No, I liked it.” Takeuchi fiddled with the piercing between his own teeth for a moment. His face was the same shade of pink as his hair so often was. “I don’t mind if you do it again.”

The grin on Suwa’s lips was sharp. “I’ll remember that.”

Then, he caught sight of his own hands. He stifled a snort. When he finally took in the state of Takeuchi aside from just his face, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, however.

“What?” Takeuchi looked down at Suwa’s hands, skin stained blue. He shot up to his feet to look into the mirror. There was blue dye everywhere.

“Suwa-san!” He couldn’t exactly deny that this was his handiwork when they had all the evidence they needed right here.

Still snickering, he got up from his seat, retrieving the shower head. “I’ll help you get it off. It’s about time to get it out of your hair now, anyway, right?”

“I’m surprised there’s even any left in my hair, I look like a smurf.”

Suwa choked on another snort at that. “Maybe we should’ve dyed your hair yellow instead. I can get you a wig tomorrow.”

“Suwa-san is such a bully,” Takeuchi sighed, but he too seemed amused. The stains would come out soon enough anyway.

Besides, Suwa knew full well that Takeuchi liked it when he bullied him.

When they got the dye out of his hair and off his skin, he pulled Takeuchi down to his height where he stood in front of him, pulling him into a deep kiss. When he tugged at the piercing with his teeth this time, Takeuchi’s reaction made it clear that he enjoyed it.

He grinned against Takeuchi’s lips, and when he pulled back, he ran his fingertips along the edge of a very obvious handprint on Takeuchi’s collarbones.

“Bedroom?”

Takeuchi nodded.

“Yes, please.”

They made their way to the bedroom, still laughing about the blue staining Suwa’s hands and most of Takeuchi’s upper body.

There were a lot of things they could do that would no doubt feel different with Takeuchi’s new piercing in play.

They had plenty of time to try them out.

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