“The Oggai have been such a handful,” Mutsuki murmurs as he snuggles besides Urie. “They are not adjusting to civilian life as well as I hoped.”
Guilt settles over him. He might not have indoctrinated them, but he let them run wild, and now their peers call them killers and treat them like shit, and it’s not fair.
“They’ll get there. We’ll have to demonstrate it for them, I suppose.” Urie draws Mutsuki closer to him.
“I was such a bad father to them.” He gulps.
“You were the best you knew.”
“It wasn’t enough.” Mutsuki sighs and rests his chin on Urie’s chest.
“We can make up for it.” Urie runs his fingers down Mutsuki’s back. “I’d still love to father children with you.”
Mutsuki chokes. “Kuki?”
“Uh, uh, uh – I mean – Tooru – you’re – I think together, we’d be good dads. And we’d have beautiful children.” Urie flushes. He’s always wanted his own children. He’s always wanted to never abandon them, to stay up late rocking them asleep and wake up early to play. And now he wants Tooru’s tanned-skinned babies.
“You’d want that…with me?” Mutsuki looks terrified. But also entranced.
“Yes, if you’d like to. I understand the…issues with it.”
Mutsuki pulls Urie atop him. “I think that would be beautiful.”
Mercy and Magic 