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Julius chuckled softly, the sound echoing gently in the warm tile chamber of the hotel shower. He reached for the body wash, flipping the cap open with a practiced flick of his thumb, squeezing a modest amount into his hand before lathering it between his palms. Yukie’s words — teasing, lighthearted — made him smile in that familiar, crooked way. He didn’t respond right away, but there was a quiet gleam in his eye, the kind that said he was storing every moment, every second, somewhere deep and sacred. The steam curled around them, rising in gentle wisps, and Julius leaned slightly forward, letting the water run down his back. He felt the comforting weight of Yukie's arms wrap around him and the press of his cheek against his shoulder. Julius didn’t move for a second — just stood there, letting the sensation sink in, grounding himself in the reality of it. Yukie, here. With him. Warm, affectionate, safe. He tilted his head to the side, just enough to rest his cheek briefly atop Yukie's damp hair before pulling one arm free and reaching behind to guide Yukie a little closer into the water. “You’re so brave,”” Julius held back from chuckling, while reaching out with lathered hands. “I thought I might have to bait you in.” "But if you’re gonna melt." Julius murmured, voice low and rough with affection, “at least let me be the one to do it.” His fingers grazed the edge of Yukie’s hip as he pulled him forward, careful not to push too much — just coaxing, offering, not demanding. He stayed facing the wall for a moment longer, letting the water cascade down his chest and shoulders, then turned slightly to reach for the washcloth draped over the shower caddy. “So,” he continued, gently catching Yukie’s wrist and lifting one of his arms as he began to slowly soap up the cloth, “arms up. Gotta be thorough, remember?” There was something deliberate in the way he moved — not rushed, not teasing, just present. He let his fingers trail along Yukie’s upper arms first, beginning a slow and tender scrub. Every motion was deliberate—not rushed or overly playful, but deeply gentle. Julius worked in soft circles, cleansing the demon’s skin with soapy care, his thumbs occasionally sweeping across muscles that tensed then relaxed under his touch. Though his focus was on the task, there was reverence in the way he moved. Washing Yukie wasn’t just practical—it was a ritual. A quiet form of worship wrapped in the guise of routine. The sound of the water filled the silence between them, but it wasn’t awkward. Julius never minded the quiet. Especially not with Yukie. Julius didn’t say much more. He didn’t need to. Every slow stroke of the cloth, every glance, every breath drawn close to the other’s body said it all for him. "I love you too," he said, just loud enough to be heard above the water, his voice thick with something deeper than steam. He had stolen glances at Yukie in the mist, at the relaxed line of his jaw, the easy way he let himself be cared for now. Still, he admired how the gentle fog clung to Yukie’s silhouette, how steam wrapped around him like something divine. Even in the mundane, Yukie looked otherworldly. But here, he was just his—flesh, warmth, and quiet affection. After a while of good scrubbing. Julius let the water rinse the soap from both of them. He ran a hand through his own damp hair, then leaned in to press a kiss to Yukie’s temple—brief and warm. “You cleaned up nicely,” he murmured near his ear, voice low and teasing. Making sure neither of them had soap clinging in awkward places, Julius shut off the water and stepped out first. Tugging a towel from the counter and wrapping it around his waist. The air outside the shower felt cooler, crisp against his damp skin. As Yukie emerged behind him, Julius handed him his towel without a word, though his eyes lingered in quiet appreciation before turning away to give him space. He wiped the mirror with his palm again and caught sight of his own reflection—flushed, clean, and marked. The lovebites weren’t subtle. He tilted his head slightly, examining one just below his collarbone, and laughed softly under his breath. “Hopefully the café downstairs doesn’t have a dress code for recently ravished guests,” he muttered to himself with amusement. He ruffeled up his hair with another towel to dry it. After he just let it fall damp around his shoulders, and then padded barefoot back into the room to dress. Julius dressed in light, casual clothes—his shirt tucked in just enough to look clean, not enough to hide everything—Julius stood by the door, keys and wallet in hand, waiting. His hair was set back loosely By the time they headed down to the hotel restaurant, the world had started to feel real again—though the dreamy haze of their shared bubble still clung to them like afterglow. Julius chose a quiet table by a window that overlooked the courtyard, watching the morning light dapple across the patio tiles. He settled into his seat and ordered something light: oatmeal with a generous topping of fresh fruit, a cup of green tea, and a croissant to split between them. His fingers drummed lightly on the edge of the table while he waited, gaze drifting toward the garden. A few birds flitted between the flower bushes, and somewhere in the distance, someone was playing soft music. This was the kind of morning Julius had never known he’d wanted. Quiet. Intimate. Safe. Not dulled by routine or boredom, but brightened by the presence of the man who sat beside him now. Julius glanced toward Yukie as their food arrived, and then—without thinking—reached across the table to brush his fingers lightly over the back of the demon’s hand. “After this,” he said, eyes locked with his fiancé’s, “let’s go find a cake that’ll be almost as sweet as you.” His smile was full of mischief, but it was softened by affection. As he took a bite of his oatmeal, he allowed himself to imagine, for the briefest moment, what the wedding would be like. Not the ceremony, not the guests—but the vows. And the moment they’d say 'yes'. ........................................ The quiet chatter of birds and the rhythmic crash of the ocean were a peaceful backdrop to their little lunch. Yumro gave a quiet laugh, low and warm in his chest. The demon leaned back on his palms, face turned toward the glinting sea. The sunlight reflected off his pale skin like polished ivory, but even in the heat, he looked untouched by the warmth—cool, composed, and quietly radiant. He watched the waves roll against the sand and let the moment settle between them. "Shan, you don’t have to be nervous. You’re strong—even if you don’t know how to swim yet. Your shadow form doesn’t need to breathe the same way. It absorbs, not inhales. But we’ll keep to shallow waters at first until you’re comfortable.” His voice was even, calm, spoken not just from responsibility, but genuine care. "No one is getting anything eaten on my watch" he assured Haruhi. Then Yumro returned his eyes back on Shan again. The boy sat beside Haru chewing on his sandwich with his small frame. His dark eyes seemed to absorb more than they expressed. His hair, black with a deep violet hues that shimmered faintly in the sun, and his dark skin had a soft, dusky undertone that seemed to shift like shadow. He reached forward, brushing Shan’s bangs from his forehead in a gesture that was part affection, part instinct. “Besides,” Yumro added with a faint smirk, “I have no intention of letting anyone smuggle home a marin eel or somethinginto the houe.. right Haru?” Shan gave a small chuckle. As Haru was but in the spotlight for something he could picture him doing. “Will the whale sharks come close?” Shan asked, to try and save Haru. “They’re gentle giants,” Yumro answered, and began gathering the last of the picnic remains into a basket... No i the lattedt modle “They glide past, slow and curious. Quiet playfully really.” He set the lunch wrapping aside and waited for everyone to finish eating. Before he announced. “Come. Let’s get ready. I want to get us out there before the tide shifts too much.” Yumro leaned in to place a brief soft kiss on Haruhi’s lips. "Don't get any sunburns. The cabine frige is stocked with drinks and water and there is ac inside." He told the other adult before kissing him again almostnot ableto bring himself to leave him. "We aren't going far. Shout if you need us and I'll hear" he gave Haruhi one last kiss before pulling himself off his mate before the boys just went off on their own Shan was looking away and covering the side of his face with his hand as he looked at Haru and giggled. Then when Yumro finally tore himself off Haruhi and called out to them Shan removed his hand and eagerly nodded, he got up and took Yumro’s free hand—not because he needed the help, but because he wanted the connection. “You know,” Yumro said to both boys as they walked down the trail toward the cove, “Neither of you don’t need to be like anyone else. And no one expectes you to be a copy of Haruhi or me. You’re something of your own. That’s rare. You should keep it safe.” Shan didn’t answer at first. He stared at the sand shifting under their feet, his shadow form flickering faintly around his ankles, curling like smoke. “I don’t think I know what I’m supposed to be yet,” Shan finally said. “I’m just... me. But sometimes I feel like that’s not enough.” Yumro's voice was low but firm, a steady rumble like distant thunder. “Being yourself is always enough. Growth isn’t about becoming someone else—it’s about becoming more of yourself.” Shan stared at him for a moment, eyes wide and searching. Then, slowly, he smiled—a quiet, grateful thing—and gave a tiny nod. The trail was warm under his bare feet, but the warmth didn’t bother Shan. He stayed close to Haru, but he was beginning to feel much more comfortable with Yumro too. Not just by his presence but by how solid he felt. Yumro always seemed untouchable—like even the world’s worst storms would break against him and scatter like mist. Shan wasn’t like that. He felt every shift, every change. His emotions lived in his skin, his breath. He wasn't like Haruhi, who could make people laugh or sigh just by entering a room. He was properly more like Haru. Scared to not know what he really was. They were both... still becoming. But when Yumro spoke to him like that, like he mattered, it helped silence the doubts in his head. The cove came into view—clear water in all shades of blue and green, shallow reefs stretching into deeper cerulean. Shan’s breath caught at the sight. This wasn’t just a swimming lesson. It was a portal to a new part of the world. “Is this where the whale sharks come?” shan asked softly. “no it'sfutherout,” Yumro said, adjusting the wristbands and handing one to Shan and Haru. Then helped them fasten it. “If we’re lucky stingrays sometimes comes here” Shan watched the black stone pulse once as if acknowledging his presence. It made him feel braver. Not stronger, not suddenly bold—but a little steadier inside. He stepped forward to the waterline, hesitant and waited for the other's to join him. “Yumro?” he asked, not looking back. “Yes?” “If I get scared... will you push me?” “I’ll do more than that,” Yumro said from behind, his voice like a calm wave. “I’ll be your shadow until you find your own.” Shan smiled and slowly stepped into the sea. The first step into the water sent a shiver up Shan’s legs—not from cold, but from sheer awe. The sea wrapped around his ankles like silk, warm and strangely electric. The sunlight hit the surface just right, making the water shimmer like it held stars beneath it. Shan paused, blinking against the light, then took another step, then another, until the water reached just past his knees. Yumro was beside him, calm and unhurried, his pale presence an anchor. As they waded farther out, the sand beneath their feet gave way to textured stone and the glassy edge of coral beds. And then, just as Shan slipped beneath the surface with Yumro’s guiding hand—the reef revealed itself. At first, it was all color. Bright reds, soft pinks, electric blues, and vibrant oranges bloomed everywhere—coral of every imaginable shape and hue. Some looked like towers, spires rising from the ocean floor. Others stretched like delicate fingers, or massive stone fans swaying with the current. Schools of fish darted between them—glinting silver, yellow, indigo—flashes of life that danced like living confetti. Yumro was prepared for Haru to make a run for it. The kid was motion itself. One moment investigating a coral cave, the next trying to race a silver barracuda. Yumro couldn’t help but smile. Haruhi’s boldness was inherited, no doubt. But in water, even he was slightly more grounded, more present. Like the sea calmed some of that fire in him. Yumro swam to a wide coral arch that dipped into a hidden lagoon beneath the reef, motioning for the boys to follow. Sunlight poured in from above, casting rainbow patterns on the rocks. Through the arch, fish larger than any they’d seen yet moved lazily in the distance—angelfish the size of a dinner plate, glowing lionfish nestled in their poisonous beauty among swaying sea whips Yumro stayed just behind them, calm as always, eyes scanning the water like a proper guardian. Shan had just adjusted his breathing when a flicker of movement caught the corner of his eye. At first, he thought it was just another school of sleek, silvery fish flashing by. But then the flicker grew into shadows—long, slow, deliberate. Sharks. Three of them, gliding in from the deeper blue beyond the reef wall. Their bodies moved with practiced ease, slicing through the water with all the grace and none of the menace Shan had expected. Their eyes, dark and unreadable, studied the newcomers with curiosity rather than hunger. Shan froze for a moment, instinctively drawing closer to Yumro. But Yumro didn’t even blink. He tilted his head toward the nearest shark—a sleek blacktip with a scar along its dorsal fin—and met its gaze like he knew it. The shark veered closer, a smooth arc of muscle and silence, but not threatening. The others followed, their bodies weaving between shafts of light and drifting silt. The largest of the three, a wide-bodied gray reef shark, came nearly within arm’s reach. Shan held his breath. Then something passed between Yumro and the sharks. It wasn’t words—not in the way people spoke—but something more ancient, more fluid. A recognition. Yumro’s presence was quiet, but unmistakable. Even here, in the deepest part of the reef, the sea seemed to bend around him. The sharks circled once, close enough that Shan and Haru could see the fine lines around their gills, then eased back, as if satisfied. They never turned their backs—only shifted, watchful, slipping away into the blue like phantoms. Shan exhaled slowly, only then realizing his heart was thudding in his chest. Yumro glanced over his shoulder and gave a faint, amused smile, bubbles curling from his lips. The sharks had looked right at them, decided they were no threat—or maybe, because of Yumro, decided they were under protection. Either way, it felt like being accepted by the sea itself. The reef opened wider here, a cathedral of stone and coral, alive with movement. But now, with the sharks’ passing, the space felt more sacred than ever. Like they’d crossed some unseen threshold. And with Yumro behind them calm, quiet, eternal, they dove deeper.

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Would you mind re-upload