Hello yes, I am here for this.

Mutsuki and Urie scramble away from the fallen V agents. Mutsuki is stunned by Urie’s kagune skill – of course, maybe he wouldn’t be if he’d been around the Quinx more often these past few months. 

“You’re impressive,” Mutsuki says tentatively. “Urie!” 

He gasps at Urie’s two kakugans. 

Urie drops his eyes. 

“You framed out?”

Urie hangs his head and nods. “Saiko saved me.”

Mutsuki’s heart twists. Saiko didn’t kill him. Saiko would never put down a friend. Could he – should he have trusted her?

“You’re not the only one,” he said on impulse. 

Urie gasps to see Mutsuki’s eyes – black corneas, red irises. Mutsuki smiles tearfully. 

“I wish I could have known,” Urie says. “You’re not alone, Mutsuki. Let me help you. If you can help me.”

“I’m not in much of a position to help anyone.”

“You weren’t at the auction, either, but you did,” Urie says. He bites his lip. “Ever since then I’ve wanted to kiss you.”

Mutsuki blinks.

“I love you, Mutsuki. Tooru.” Urie can’t believe he’s baring his heart right now, during battle. But he needs to live with that chance. “I know you love Sas -”

Mutsuki interrupts him. Feelings fire in his soul, and he plants his lips on Urie’s before he can talk himself out of it. For once, he feels wanted. 

Urie kisses him tenderly yet passionately. Mutsuki wraps his arms around Urie and feels Urie’s hands in his hair. 

Urie steps back. “Wow.” 

WE ALL NEED MUTSURIE! *WAVES AT ISHIDA* 

“Did you ever imagine this?” Urie rests his chin on Mutsuki’s forehead. They sway gently as the warm night breeze wraps around them. Sweet lullabies slide into their ears.

“No.” Mutsuki smiles shyly. He traces Urie’s ring with his own ring finger. 

Urie squeezes his hand in response. “You’re the best husband I could have asked for.”

“Urie, we’ve only been married for three hours.” Mutsuki straightens and kisses Urie on his two moles. 

Urie blushes. “Ack. You’re too sweet.”

They’re interrupted by Higemaru clinking his glass. “Kiss!”

“Kiss, kiss, fall in love,” Saiko sings. Hsaio and Aura shake their heads. 

“Gladly,” Urie tells them, planting a long smooch on Mutsuki’s lips.

“Your kids are all grown up and getting married. Feel old?” Aura asks Kaneki in a saccharine tone.

Kaneki smiles.

“He’s dying inside,” Touka interprets, to Aura’s satisfaction. 

Urie finally pulls back from the kiss, but Mutuski resumes it. 

Mutsuki still can’t quite believe he has a whole life ahead – and that he can spend it with Urie. 

But he’s happy to try.  

Please be advised that this contains references to Mutsuki’s sexual assault, and his self-imposed victim-blaming. 😦 

Mutsuki hasn’t bled this month.

He paces his room in the Chateau. No, he needs to escape this – everyone’s going to know he’s a girl. Everyone will grab him and use him, over and over and over.

He can’t have Torso’s kid.

He hasn’t been eating properly, either. What if it’s because he’s incubating a fucking ghoul baby?

Mutsuki doubles over to release a silent scream.

One thing will settle this, but he can’t – he’s a male. He can’t walk into a store to buy a test. He just can’t.

He sits at his laptop, printing out advice on homemade test after homemade test. Maybe not as reliable, but right now he doesn’t care.

His door flies open. The printouts fly every which way. Mutsuki yelps.

“Would you like to get curry?” Urie asks gruffly. Saiko wanted him to “help Mucchy,” so here he is. “Oh, sorry.”

He grabs the papers. “Here.”

Sugar Test vs. Toothpaste Test. 

Urie freezes. 

Mutsuki cries out. 

“Mutsuki?” Urie whispers.

Mutsuki trembles. He stares ahead, into nothing. He wants to break apart and die.

Urie places the papers on Mutsuki’s desk and, awkwardly, places a hand on Mutsuki’s shoulder. Suddenly, the demolition of Torso’s corpse seems too kind an end for that creature. “Are you sure?”

Mutsuki bursts into tears. He claps a hand over his mouth to cover his wails. 

“It’s not your fault. It’s not, Mutuski. Tooru.” Urie is shaking with horror. 

“Help me,” Mutsuki gasps. “Please.”

“I will!” Urie fights back tears. He’s always suspected, but, to know that Torso raped Mutsuki…He wishes he could light Saeki on fire. 

“It’s my fault, it’s my fault, please help me. I’m so evil. I want to die.” Mutsuki recalls his parents, his father, his lies, the cat… He’s as evil as they come. Someone like him is raped twice because he deserves it, right? 

“Stop it.” Urie shakes him. “It’s not your fault. I wish – I would have rather it been me, Mutsuki. I am going to help you. Now, have you taken a legitimate test?”

Mutsuki shakes his head.

“Okay.” Urie blushes. “I’ll buy you one. Can you hold on for 20 minutes?”

Mutsuki nods. 

Urie hugs him. It’s awkward and passionate and oh-so-Urie. Mutsuki’s heart rate slows.

When Urie returns, he sees that Mutsuki hasn’t moved. “I, uh, bought three. Just in case.”

Mutsuki has to laugh. “Of course you did.”

Urie smirks, pleased that Mucchan can joke right now. He hands him the bag. “Here. I’ll wait outside. And, uh – Mutsuki – if it’s positive, I will help you end it if you want.” 

Mutsuki nods, miserable again.

But when he emerges, his hands are shaking. “It’s – negative. All three.”

Urie gasps. “Tooru!” He holds out his hands. “I’ll hide the boxes.”

“Thank you.” Mutsuki smiles slightly. He feels embarrassed that Urie knows, and for nothing.

“Tooru. It isn’t your fault.”

“This is the second time I’ve been raped, Urie.” Mutsuki dissolves into more tears.

Urie feels cold. “Second?!”

“My – my dad.” Mutsuki shakes with memories. “There has to be something I did.”

“Not in the slightest.” Urie now wants to cheer on the ghouls who killed Mucchan’s family. Fuck this shit. “Fuck the patriarchy. Fuck the world. This isn’t your fault. It’s Torso’s and your Dad’s and maybe mine for not getting there sooner. Tooru, you deserve the world.”

Mutsuki shakes his head. “I can’t see it.”

“I can. Let me show you.” Urie smiles down at Mutsuki. His eyes are kind, smart, and sincere. He doesn’t want to prey on Mutsuki. 

Mutsuki feels safe with Urie. 

“Curry?” Urie offers his hand.

“I can’t eat!” Mutsuki blurts out. Kill me.

Urie blinks rapidly. Does misery never end for Mutsuki? “Okay. One problem at a time. Let me dispose of these – I’ll find Takeomi’s trash or something. Then I’ll be back and we’ll talk more.”

“I’m not abandoning you, not ever,” he adds.

And Mutsuki – he can’t help but believe Urie. 

“Why are you looking at me?” Mutsuki shivers. 

Urie looks hurt. “I just…I’m glad you’re back, Mutsuki.”

“Oh. Okay.” Mutsuki smiles tentatively. 

Urie trudges to bed. He loves Mutsuki and he wants him to know it, but Mutsuki is so fragile now. 

How do I help? He wonders as he falls asleep. 

He awakens at 2 am to the sound of someone training. Hell, not even Urie is this hardcore. Good investigators need sleep!

Urie slips downstairs to see Mutsuki practicing his knife work on shadows.

“Want help?” 

Mutsuki jumps. “Oh! Sure.”

“Did you sleep at all?” Urie takes off his shirt. He’s solely clad in his boxers, and Mutsuki turns red.

“No. I’m afraid what I’ll see if I do.” Mutsuki hugs himself, even though the knife is still in his hands. “I have to be strong and sharp so I don’t hurt anyone else.”

“Mutsuki, you don’t scare me.” Urie steps closer and swipes Mutsuki’s legs out from under him.

But Mutsuki springs up faster than he calculated, and kicks Urie over. He straddles Urie, knife at his throat.

Don’t you dare betray me, body. Urie tries to focus on the task at hand instead of how close he is to Mutsuki. He twists Mutsuki’s arm away and scrambles free. “Ha!”

“Get ready.” Mutsuki leaps for him, and Urie barely dodges. But Mutsuki misses his next kick.

“Wow, you’re strong.” Urie wipes sweat from his brow and somersaults away. He rushes Mutsuki again, and this time Mutsuki’s bikaku catapults Urie to the floor.

“No fair!”

“Fights aren’t fair.” Mutsuki grins and dives atop Urie again. Once more, the knife presses his throat as they pant. Their bodies are sweaty and sticky and Urie thinks he sees flickering in Mutsuki’s eyes. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Mutsuki has just realized how comfortable he feels, even with a nearly naked man below him. “I trust you, that’s all.”

Urie’s expression softens. “Thank you.”

Mutsuki smiles back as he uses his bikaku pins Urie’s arms by his side. “I win.”

Awwwwwwww.

“Urie-san. U – Urie-shan.” Mutsuki slings his arms around Urie and spins in front of him. “Love me!”

“I do, Tooru.” Urie smiles. He’s a bit tipsy himself – okay, more than a bit. But Mutsuki probably won’t remember this in the morning.

“I can’t walk.” Mutsuki slumps over to rest his head on Urie’s chest.

“We’re almost to our door, Mucchan.”

“No!” Mutsuki tightens his grip on Urie’s shirt. “Love me! Don’t make me walk.”

Urie fights back a grin. “Okay, then.” He lifted Mustuki onto him piggyback style. 

“I love you, Kuki,” Mutsuki murmurs, tightening his grip on Urie’s shoulders.

“Don’t throw up on me, please.” Urie marches into the Chateau, up the stairs and into Mutsuki’s bedroom. “Here we are!”

He lays Mutuski on his bed, but Mutsuki shakes his head wildly. “Don’t leave me, Urie! Love me!”

“I do,” Urie protests with a laugh.

Mutsuki holds out his hands. “CUDDLESH.”

“Okay, I’ll just close the door, all right?”

“NO. Cuddle me now.”

Urie shrugs and slips into bed besides Mutsuki. Mutsuki immediately burrows his head in Urie’s chest and falls asleep.

Urie stays awake a while longer, stroking Mutsuki’s shiny hair. 

The next morning, Urie and Mutsuki find themselves nursing hangovers and dealing with Facebook fallout, after Saiko posted surreptitious pictures of their cuddlefest. 

Hello and yasssss you are always welcome. 

“Tooru.”

Mutsuki smiles at the sunrise Urie has insisted they have to watch. “Yes?”

He turns around and freezes. “Oh!”

Urie kneels on the dewy grass. In one hand he holds a white rose. In the other, he holds a diamond ring that sparkles in the golden dawn. “Mutsuki Tooru, I love you with all my heart and soul. Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Mutsuki’s eyes fill. “Kuku…I…”

Kuki wants him. Kuki knows all his misdeeds, and he loves him.

“Yes,” Mutsuki whispers. 

Urie slides the ring on his finger. He stands and seals their pact with a passionate kiss that leaves both hungry for more.

“YESSSSSSSSS!” Saiko hurtles out from behind the trees. 

“What?” Mutsuki flushes to see the Quinx Squad, Kaneki and Touka, Akira and Amon, and several others waiting. 

“I brewed congratulatory coffee.” Touka hands them both a cup.

——————————————-

“Tooru, you’re my husband,” Urie moans. 

The guests have filtered away, and now he remains alone with Mutsuki. They’re in a fancy hotel, because Kaneki begged his friend Tsukiyama to splurge on his children.

“And you’re mine.” Mutsuki draws Urie closer to his body. “You’re quite the blushing groom.” 

“I’m drunk.”

“You are not!” Mutsuki exclaims. 

“I’m just so happy to be married to you,” Urie admits.

“The feeling is mutual.” Mutsuki takes a deep breath and moves Urie’s hand to his chest.

Urie undoes his binder and kisses the soft skin beneath. “God, Tooru.”

“What?” Mutsuki marvels at Urie’s own chest. He runs his hand down Urie’s muscles.

Urie lifts Mutsuki onto the bed and allows Mutsuki on top of him. Whatever Mucchan is comfortable with, he’s happy to do. 

“We have a lifetime of this,” Urie whispers.

“I know.” Mutsuki stops undressing Urie to grin. “I’m happy.”

He can tell from Mutsuki’s bright eyes that he truly is happy. Urie has never before known love so strong that he cares about the other’s happiness before his own. 

But now he does. And it feels good. 

When they couple, they exult in feelings of safety and vulnerability and fun and passion all at once. It’s beautiful, just like the man they each love.