Ankh never feels more human to Eiji than in the moments where he's searching for his fulfillment. It's not always romantic--especially since Ankh's fulfillment often falls under 'Cell Medals', 'Popsicles', and 'Expensive Brand Name Electronics', not always in that order--but in these spaces, where Ankh's customary roughness gave way a little, it certainly is. Eiji's hands close tight at Ankh's hips.

"Ankh," he says, soft over the tail end of Hina's voice, and he turns his face into Hina's palm as her fingers find his cheek, brushing a kiss over it. His mouth lingers, for a moment, and he reaches up to close his fingers around her slim wrist. Silently, he sucks her first two fingertips into his mouth, and slides his other hand up over Ankh's chest, finding his nipple with his fingers. He squeezes.