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Niragi’s been distracted lately.
If he hadn’t, then he would’ve noticed something is wrong as soon as he enters his room.
But he isn’t paying attention to his surroundings, his mind on Chishiya and the tension between them - the wrongness of their most recent encounters.
After their impromptu rendezvous in the woods, they hadn’t been physical again, but they’ve talked a bit, rather stifled conversations, awkward and clumsy words exchanged in an attempt to, maybe, repair whatever it is that’s broken between them.
Niragi is sick of it all. He’s been thinking about leaving the Beach. Now that Hatter is dead, Aguni probably would let him go without much fuss. Hatter was the one with the crazy, idealistic ideas. Aguni just wants to make it out alive. Niragi, on the other hand, has no fucking idea what the hell he wants anymore.
So while he thinks about how complicated his existence has become after he tried so hard to make it anything but, because of one fucking person, he doesn’t sense the movement to his left, the bottle swinging in his direction and hitting his skull.
He falls to the ground on his knees, cradling his head in his hands. He feels blood already dripping through his fingers.
“What the fuck!!!” he yells, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear his blurry vision.
He tries to get up, but whoever his assailant is, won’t let him. Niragi feels the moment the person kneels behind him, grabbing him by the hair. Niragi’s arms fall to his side, still disoriented. The time it takes for him to be able to try to reach forwards, trying to escape his attacker’s grip, is the time it takes for them to wrap the metal wire around Niragi’s neck.
Niragi knows there isn’t much he can do now. He struggles, and tries to reach back and grab any part of the person who’s trying to kill him; a foot, an arm, to no avail.
Breathing is becoming almost impossible the tighter the cord presses around his neck. Niragi can feel the bite of it against his flesh, and knows that it has broken skin; he is bleeding from two places now.
There is a strong pull and Niragi is forced backwards until he’s half-lying on his attacker’s lap, but he still can’t see the person’s face. He’s able to weakly wound his hands around their arms; they’re strong, covered in thick, coarse fabric, like a sweater or a jacket. But that’s as far as Niragi’s consciousness can reach.
He's wheezing now, trying to fill his lungs with the little air he can. The next time he tries to inhale, nothing reaches his lungs.
Air deprivation is a strange thing. Niragi remembers how arousing it felt to have Chishiya’s hand around his neck, cutting his airflow just enough to give him that extra heady, euphoric feeling right before his orgasm. This is nothing like that.
He surprises himself when he lets out a strangled laugh at the realization that even at a moment like this he is thinking of the blond.
Chishiya and the way he makes him feel.
Chishiya and all that he’s meant for Niragi in the short time they’ve known each other.
Chishiya and the fucking power he has over him.
Strangely, Niragi doesn’t find it pathetic that his last thoughts are about Chishiya.
He lets his eyes flutter shut as he slowly slips into unconsciousness. He sees the blond behind his eyelids, looking at Niragi with that insufferable half-smile that Niragi has grown fond of despite his best efforts.
Niragi wants to say goodbye, he wants to tell Chishiya so many things, but he has no energy left; his brain cells are probably dying one by one. Soon he will be just a lifeless body, thrown in the dumpster behind the Beach’s building along with all the others.
He wonders, in his last remaining seconds, if Chishiya will cry for him.
♦️♦️
“Niragi, wake up. Niragi!”
The familiar voice sounds far away like it’s coming from behind a door at the end of a long hallway.
At first, Niragi thinks he’s dreaming it, but then he feels a soft caress on his cheek. It’s followed by another equally soft touch on his hair; like fingers running through it. His hair is loose, which is strange. Niragi never lets his hair down.
“Open your eyes,” the voice commands. Niragi doesn’t want to obey. He wants to sink into the softness underneath him and go back to sleep.
His head is pounding, he can feel it now. His throat feels raw and his mouth is parched. It hurts when he breathes.
It takes a while longer for him to finally come to and crack open his eyes to see Chishiya’s face hovering only inches from his.
“Chish,” he tries to say but it hurts like a motherfucker to speak out loud. His voice comes out hoarse as if he had a bad cold.
“Shh, don’t try to speak. Here, have some water,” Chishiya says before he uses a hand to prop Niragi’s head up enough so he can drink from the water bottle Chishiya holds up to his lips.
Niragi takes careful sips, wincing whenever he has to swallow. What the fuck was done to him? He can’t remember much.
“What--?” he attempts to ask once he’s done drinking and Chishiya carefully lays his head back down on what, he assumes, is a mattress.
Chishiya’s face is carefully schooled. He looks to his side and Niragi spots a few red spots on his face that look like dried blood. He’s curious, but it hurts a lot to speak so all he does is reach for Chishiya’s face, skimming the red spots with the tip of his fingers. That makes Chishiya look back at him.
“Someone tried to kill you. I got there in time to--to save you. You were almost dead.”
Chishiya’s words prompt some blurred memories, and Niragi feels rage simmer beneath his skin. He thinks about how his guard was down and he allowed some fucker to get to him, and that makes the rage boil inside of him.
“Who wa--?” Niragi can only speak in incomplete sentences, but it’s good enough for Chishiya it seems. He interrupts Niragi before he can finish, wanting him to stay quiet to preserve his throat.
“No doubt one of your many haters.”
Niragi opens his mouth to speak again, but Chishiya places a finger on his lips to shush him. Niragi makes sure he looks annoyed.
“I killed him.”
Niragi raises an inquisitive eyebrow.
“You wanna know how I did it?” Chishiya doesn’t hide his amusement. He leans back onto his hands, watching Niragi.
Niragi nods.
“I stabbed his carotid with a screwdriver.”
Niragi smiles. He knows Chishiya doesn’t enjoy killing as Niragi does, but Niragi thinks it’s really hot that he killed for Niragi, to save him, in such a violent way.
He mouths a soundless ‘thank you’ and Chishiya shakes his head, and replies with a “you’re welcome.”
Niragi sits up, feeling considerably better even though his head still hurts. He notices there are bandages wrapped around the wound, and his neck feels sore. He runs a hand down it, feeling the superficial cut the wire had left.
Chishiya is still watching him.
Niragi hates the distance between them, realizing he wants to be touching Chishiya. He reaches for the blond, wrapping a hand around one of his wrists and pulling at it so he takes the hint and scoots closer.
Once they’re half-lying on the bed, facing each other, Chishiya lets Niragi drape a leg over him. They’re close now, bodies touching in different places; noses almost brushing against each other.
Niragi can feel Chishiya’s warm breath whenever he exhales softly through his nose. His own breath is still an achy reminder of his near-death experience.
Niragi closes his eyes and remembers the feeling of losing consciousness, of losing all the fight he had in him, of his brain shutting down.
And he remembers Chishiya being the last thing he thought about at that moment.
His chest constricts like it’s being stepped on. He wants to say things to Chishiya, and wants to let him know some scary truths he has been running from. But he doesn’t.
Instead, he closes the short distance between their mouths and kisses Chishiya, sucking onto his bottom lip hard before he lets go.
“You okay?” Chishiya whispers, concern clear on his face now that Niragi has learned to read all the subtleties in his expressions.
“Fine,” Niragi croaks. “Want you to fuck me,” he adds.
“I don’t think--.”
“Please . Please , Chishiya.”
Chishiya’s cat-like eyes are glued to Niragi’s, studying him. Niragi is ready to beg again if that’s what it’ll take, but Chishiya saves him the effort.
There’s no preamble. Getting rid of their clothes is a hurried affair, but they do it with efficiency.
Chishiya has two spit-slick fingers inside Niragi in no time. They stay in the same position, but Niragi has his legs spread to fit Chishiya between them while Chishiya expertly fingers him open. Niragi bites down on Chishiya’s shoulder to keep himself from screaming his throat raw.
“You’re so tight again, just like the first time I fucked you,” Chishiya says, and Niragi mewls pathetically.
Chishiya’s fingers feel really good, scissoring him open, stretching him just enough to make the slide of his cock easier a moment later.
When Chishiya is buried inside Niragi like this, that’s when Niragi relaxes. He didn’t realize he was so wound up until now. The tension in his body dissipates once Chishiya thrusts into him.
“Move,” Niragi says, fingers digging into Chishiya’s back, always intent on leaving indents that won’t fade easily.
Chishiya does. He moves in that perfectly languid way he always does when he wants Niragi to really feel him. Niragi didn’t want lube so he stopped the blond from getting any. He wants the pain that comes with it.
The pleasure and the pain of Chishiya fucking him never disappointed.
Niragi feels, with every slide of Chishiya’s cock inside him, a little more like himself.
His body screams at him for respite with every forceful snap of Chishiya’s hips against him, into him. Getting fucked makes him aware of every part of him that is sore and bruised from his altercation earlier.
But Niragi’s mind is clear, and that’s all he wished for when he asked Chishiya to fuck him.
“Shit, shit, shit,” a curse for every time Chishiya bottoms out. “Harder.”
Not needing to be told twice, Chishiya slams into him with enough force to rock the old, wooden bed. Niragi still has no idea where they are, but he couldn’t care less. The sounds of the bed creaking are kind of funny, but all Niragi can focus on is the way Chishiya’s cock drags against his insides, pounding into him mercilessly.
The sensation of being split open by Chishiya’s cock is something Niragi will never get tired of. He missed this during their time apart, and he doesn’t want to give it up again.
“Chish-Chishiya, I--I fuckin’ lo--,” his words are cut off by a particularly well-aimed thrust of Chishiya’s hips; his cock pressing against Niragi’s prostate.
Niragi gasps when Chishiya does it again, his legs tightening around the blond’s hips.
“You fucking what?” Chishiya asks.
He maneuvers them both until they’re no longer on their sides, but Chishiya is on top of Niragi. Their eyes meet.
Niragi swallows dryly as Chishiya waits for an answer, unmoving, cock nestled inside Niragi; still pressing against his sensitive spot.
“Nothing, forget it…”
“No. I want you to say what you were going to say.”
Niragi sends Chishiya a nasty look.
“Fuck me first. I’ll think about it.”
“Niragi,” Chishiya says his name like a warning.
Niragi hates the blond for it but he hates himself more for not keeping his mouth shut.
He rolls his eyes at Chishiya, but the blond doesn’t budge.
“I don’t-- Fuck, Chishiya. I need you to fuck me so I won’t think about almost dying earlier. Can’t you fucking do that for me? I don’t need this bullshit right now.”
Niragi can feel his eyes wet with tears and that sends him into a panic. His hands fly to Chishiya's chest, hitting and shoving at him in a half-assed attempt to push the blond off of him. Chishiya doesn't move, the weight of his body and the way his cock is sheathed deep inside Niragi keep him pinned to the bed.
After a moment of useless struggle, Niragi’s body suddenly goes lax again. Chishiya gives Niragi an indecipherable look and for a moment Niragi thinks he’ll get up and leave.
Miraculously, he doesn’t.
He stays and he fucks Niragi hard, slamming into him with such force Niragi thinks by the end of it he really won’t be able to walk for a week. Chishiya does it quietly, too, he doesn’t make a single sound. He puts his hand on Niragi’s face and pushes it to the side, keeping it pressed to the pillow as if he doesn’t want to look at Niragi.
It's not a bad thing. Niragi also doesn’t want to be looked at or perceived. Not right now.
All Niragi needs to focus on is being drilled by Chishiya’s cock, the heat between their bodies, the room stinking of sweat and sex, the creaking of the bed, and their labored breathing.
Chishiya comes first, spilling inside Niragi unceremoniously, the only warning the stuttering of his hips right before he exploded.
Niragi follows, untouched, cock trapped between their bodies; a hand gripping the sheets under him; the other still pressed against Chishiya’s chest.
Once they’ve both come down from their orgasms, Chishiya pulls out, silently rolling to the other side of the bed.
He gets up only a few seconds later, still without saying a word, while Niragi’s still finding his bearings. He feels good and satisfied but hollow at the same time.
“Chish?” He calls once he realizes Chishiya is taking a long time in the bathroom.
No answer.
Niragi sighs, slowly pulling himself onto his feet. His backside hurts and he can feel Chishiya’s cum slide down from his hole but he pays it no mind. He walks on wobbly legs to the bathroom, pushing the door open the rest of the way.
Chishiya is in the shower, turned to the wall, letting the low-pressure water hit his back. His hair is loose like Niragi’s, wet and draping over his shoulders, curtaining his profile as his head hangs low.
Niragi is quiet when he steps into the shower stall, but Chishiya isn’t startled by it. Niragi’s hands find Chishiya’s hips, and he turns Chishiya around so they’re facing each other.
“I’m sorry.”
Niragi can’t remember the last time he apologized to someone.
The words felt foreign on his tongue. He worries that he only thought about saying them, that nothing left his lips.
“What for?” Chishiya asks, still looking down at their feet.
“I don’t know. I just am.”
Chishiya scoffs bitterly.
“Look, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, ok? This is-- weird. I don’t do feelings.” Niragi makes a face when he says that, wanting to punch himself.
“Feelings? Who said anything about feelings? ”
Chishiya finally looks at him and Niragi instantly knows he’s being fucked with. He shoves Chishiya away until the other’s back hits the tiled wall.
“Screw you, blondie,” Niragi spits, but his body is already following Chishiya’s, pressing against the shorter man's.
Chishiya’s chin is slightly tilted up, giving Niragi that defiant look that used to piss Niragi off. Niragi puts his index and middle finger together, thumb sticking up. He presses the finger gun to Chishiya’s temple.
“I could kill you for being such a little shit,” Niragi says, tongue lolling out of his mouth before he licks his lips.
Chishiya’s eyes follow the motion.
“Blow my brains out?” Chishiya asks, eyes still on Niragi’s lips.
“Blow your pretty brains out, yeah,” Niragi says, pulling the imaginary trigger and clicking his tongue. “Just like that.”
“But you won’t. You never will,” Chishiya says with deep-seated conviction.
“I won’t?” Niragi asks. He slides his fingers down the side of the blond’s face, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
Chishiya nods. His hands grab Niragi’s asscheeks, pulling him flush against his body until they’re chest-to-chest. Like this, Niragi feels even taller than Chishiya, having to look down to look the other man in the face. His cock stirs as it presses against the blond’s stomach.
“‘Cus you love me,” Chishiya says, a smirk following the words.
Niragi is caught off guard and he knows his face shows it. He’s ready to deny it, a dismissal and a curse word already on the tip of his tongue. He opens his mouth, but Chishiya places a finger over his lips for the second time tonight.
“Don’t. If you’re going to lie to me, just don’t say anything.”
Niragi wants to fucking scream. He wants to run away.
And he wants to bash Chishiya’s skull against the wall over and over again.
He wants to fuck Chishiya against the cold tiles until his insides are shaped like his cock, and he wants to fucking kill himself.
Where is his rifle?
“Niragi, stop. Calm the fuck down. Stay here with me,” the blond says as if he’s able to read all the conflicting emotions on Niragi’s face.
Chishiya’s arms encircle Niragi’s middle firmly. Niragi feels bile rise up his throat like he's gonna throw up.
Chishiya seems to realize what’s about to happen, cus he manhandles Niragi until Niragi is facing away and Chishiya is holding him from behind. As soon as their positions are flipped, Niragi doubles over, emptying his stomach of its scarce contents. The vomit is washed up quickly by the shower water into the drain, but Niragi keeps retching, Chishiya’s arms holding him, keeping him from falling to his knees.
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Behind him, Chishiya is laughing, but it sounds more like a nervous laugh than an amused one.
“Fuck off,” Niragi says, straightening up again. He’s so tired, no energy left in him anymore. He sags against Chishiya even though he’s at least a head taller than the blond, and Chishiya bears his weight like he always does. It’s ridiculous how well Niragi fits in the blond’s arms.
“I love you too,” Chishiya whispers close to his ear, a soft laugh leaving him.
Niragi’s heart is beating so fast he thinks he won’t make it. It’s painful, scary, disturbing, and irritating, all at once. He just wants to go to bed and not think about what just transpired between the two of them.
“Let’s wash up and go to sleep.”
Niragi is silently thankful when Chishiya helps him clean up. Then he brushes his teeth and all but runs to the bed, tucked under the covers. He is lying on his side, facing the wall, when Chishiya joins him on the bed.
He allows himself to be spooned, feeling too fucking raw, too big of a mess to fight it. Not that he wants to, but his entire body, mind and soul are rebelling against all that he’s feeling.
As he closes his eyes, Niragi can’t help but think that dying would’ve been way easier than whatever this is.
♦️♦️
‘“Cus you love me.”
“I love you too.”
Niragi has lost count of how many times those two sentences have replayed in his head since Chishiya has said them.
He’s also lost count of how many times he felt sick while remembering that night.
They haven’t talked about it. Niragi always makes sure to avoid the subject. But it hasn’t been hard not to. Chishiya’s been busy lately, hanging out with that annoying twink and his girlfriend.
Niragi doesn’t bother trying to ask Chishiya what he’s up to. If the blond wants to tell him, he will, which Niragi doubts will happen. Chishiya is a secretive bitch when it comes to his little plans and schemes. He probably doesn’t trust Niragi with the information, afraid he’ll fuck everything up somehow.
Ever since the murder attempt, Niragi hasn’t felt the same. He finds himself longing to return home. That euphoria he felt when he terrorized people, or blew their brains out, long gone. All he does these days is hide in his room and wait for Chishiya to come to him.
No one bothers him, not even Aguni or the other militants, which only adds to Niragi’s sense of worthlessness. It’s pathetic that, once, he thought he was, somehow, an important piece of whatever higher scheme the people who ruled this place were running. Turns out, he’s just another cog in the machine. And the machine is broken.
Niragi’s lying on his stomach in only his boxer briefs, room windows wide open, trying to catch whatever breeze comes from the outside. It’s the middle of the afternoon and he is dreading having to go out later and play another survival game to earn a few more days in this hellhole.
There’s a familiar knock on the door right before it cracks open and someone enters, clicking the door shut behind them.
Niragi doesn’t bother looking up to know who it is. Chishiya's presence is unmistakable.
The bed dips under the blond’s weight, then Niragi feels a hand on his back.
“You good?” Chishiya asks.
“Uhum.”
“I can drive you tonight,” he offers.
“No need.”
Chishiya’s hand travels up, spread between Niragi’s shoulder blades. He rakes his nails against the skin softly.
“I’m leaving this place in a few days, Niragi. Will you come with me?”
Niragi can’t hide his surprise. He turns on his back, sitting up to look at Chishiya. He’s wearing a black tank top, the sleeves of his hoodie wrapped around his narrow waist. His too-long bangs are sticking to his forehead a bit. The heat has even got to him, Niragi thinks fondly, before his mind refocuses again.
“Where are ya going?” Niragi asks.
“Away. I don’t think staying here will get us any closer to returning home. Aguni has lost his way and things are about to become much worse, soon. I have a plan, as you know. And I want you to come with me.”
Niragi studies the blond, trying to make sense of exactly what he’s being told.
“Is Kuina coming? Arisu? That annoying chick who’s always with him?”
Chishiya smirks as if he already expected Niragi to ask those questions.
“Kuina is free to come with us if she wants to. I don’t know if Ann would be on board. The other two… I’m still deciding how valuable they are.”
“When you say things will become much worse… Is that a prediction or you know, for a fact, they will? Is that part of your plan, somehow?” Niragi tries not to let the bitterness show as he asks this. He hates being left in the dark by the one person he trusts, the one person he’s an open book with.
“Yes. I’m hoping to restore order by creating chaos. This whole thing,” he gestures vaguely in the air with his hand, clearly indicating he’s talking about the Beach and what Hatter and Aguni had built. “It’s reached its expiry date. It’s doing more damage than good.”
“Didn’t think ya cared,” Niragi scoffs.
“I don’t. But it annoys me. You know the feeling,” Chishiya’s smirk grows. They share a moment of recognition, of seeing themselves in each other, when their eyes lock.
“When?” Niragi asks.
“Two nights from now. Meet me out front with a car. You’ll know the right time.”
Niragi nods. He’s about to ask more questions, when Chishiya pushes him on his back, moving onto his knees to straddle him. Chishiya’s hands roam down Niragi’s naked chest and back up again. He plays with one of Niragi’s nipples, rolling it between his thumb and index and Niragi arches his back, sucking in his teeth.
Then he leans forward, and captures the other nipple between his teeth, biting it playfully. Niragi’s tongue lolls out as he throws his head back at the pleasurable sensation. Chishiya keeps sucking and nibbling at one nipple, fingers playing with the other. Niragi’s arousal builds fast, cock fattening up inside his briefs. But he still has half a mind to tease the blond.
“I still haven’t said yes,” Niragi says, hands coming up to Chishiya’s ass, burying his fingers into the supple flesh. He kneads it, satisfied when Chishiya arches into the touch.
“Yes to what?” Chishiya asks distractedly.
His breath ghosts over Niragi’s nipple and he hisses again before replying, “To leaving with ya. Riding into the sunset together and all that shit.”
“Oh,” Chishiya exhales, then straightens up to look at Niragi. For the first time, Niragi sees apprehension in the blond’s dark eyes. He looks almost insecure. Niragi wants to tease him some more, but the desire to kiss him wins over.
He leans forward, guiding Chishiya to him with a hand on the back of his head, and licks the blond’s closed lips until he opens them to allow Niragi’s tongue in. They kiss, deep and slow as if this were a parting kiss.
But it isn’t. Niragi is leaving with Chishiya.
If he didn't have his mind made up before, he certainly does now, with Chishiya’s lips pressed against his, their tongues entangled and Chishiya’s weight on top of him.
Niragi is convinced he could never give this up, even if he wanted to. And he’s pretty sure Chishiya knows that, so he doesn’t even bother putting it into words.
He strips Chishiya down to his underwear and flips their positions until Chishiya is lying down on his back. He pushes down the piece of fabric enough to free Chishiya’s leaking cock from its confines and promptly swallows it.
Chishiya gasps at the sudden heat enveloping him, hands flying to Niragi’s hair. He pulls at it, but Niragi doesn’t budge, taking all of Chishiya into his mouth until the blond’s cockhead hits the back of his throat.
He stays like that, unmoving, steadily breathing through his nose while Chishiya cards his fingers through his hair.
“So good for me, Niragi. You have no idea how much I fucking love your mouth, baby,” Chishiya mutters.
Niragi hums, letting the sound reverberate down Chishiya’s length. The blond’s hips buck up, pressing even harder against the back of Niragi’s throat. Niragi pretends to gag only to hear Chishiya moan.
“Niragi, too much--either pull out or move, come on,” Chishiya attempts but Niragi doesn’t listen.
His jaw is starting to hurt and breathing is becoming harder, but he has no intention to move. Niragi makes sure to hold Chishiya’s hips down so he doesn’t try to wiggle out. He focuses on the weight of Chishiya’s cock on his tongue, the musky scent of his pubes where Niragi’s nose is buried; the way he’s all tensed up from arousal and the need for stimulation.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He asks, hoisting himself up on his elbows to look down at Niragi.
Niragi can’t smirk with his lips snuggly wrapped around Chishiya’s cock, but he gives Chishiya a pointed look anyway. Chishiya huffs and drops onto the mattress again.
“You’re killing me, asshole,” he says.
Niragi ignores him, then slides a hand down to his ass, nudging the blond’s ass cheeks apart until his digit is pressed against Chishiya’s hole.
“Fuck, Niragi.”
It’s been a while since Niragi got to play with Chishiya like this so he takes his time, circling the rim; using his nail sometimes just to tease even further. Chishiya squirms slightly from the touch, but Niragi is able to keep his cock nestled in his mouth without much trouble. He knows the heat and the lack of friction are slowly driving the blond both insane and closer to the edge.
Niragi takes pity on him after a minute or so of teasing and finally slides his finger inside. Chishiya keens, back arching, head thrown back as a moan escapes his lips.
He doesn’t hold back anymore, not afraid of being vocal with Niragi, which Niragi’s secretly proud of. He loves the sounds Chishiya makes while he fucks his finger into him at a steady pace.
Before he adds a second, he pulls his index out and holds it up along with his middle for Chishiya to suck on it. He doesn’t need to be told twice, pulling Niragi’s fingers into his mouth, uncaring of the fact that one of them was inside his own ass just now. Niragi finds that incredibly hot. He can feel his dick painfully hard inside his boxers, but he pointedly ignores it.
When his fingers are properly spit-coated, Niragi wastes no time in shoving them into Chishiya’s hole, pumping them in and out until it’s properly stretched out. Then Niragi finally angles his fingers just right to hit Chishiya’s spot the next time he thrusts them inside.
“Niragi, aaahh, fuck,” Chishiya cries out, fisting and pulling at Niragi’s hair to the point that his scalp hurts.
Niragi keeps fucking Chishiya, pressing against his prostate over and over, not stopping once, not even when Chishiya’s cock stirs inside his mouth, leaking more pre-cum.
“More, I need more. I can’t come like this,” Chishiya desperately pleads. Niragi’s intent on finding out if that’s true or not so he pays him no mind, knowing that despite his protests he’s enjoying it.
Niragi pulls his fingers almost all the way out, feeling the way Chishiya’s rim flutters slightly around the emptiness, before he slams them in again, aiming at the blond’s spot. He does this a few times, reveling in the way Chishiya moans unabashedly each time, loud enough to be heard from outside.
“Niragi, please, please, make me come,” Chishiya begs, voice strained and hoarse and so, so sexy.
This is the first time Niragi has ever heard the blond sound so desperate. It does soften his heart a bit and he goes back to milking his prostate, building a much faster pace now. He also pulls off Chishiya’s dick slightly, enough to be able to give the leaking, hard-rock erection a good suck.
That's all it takes for Chishiya to unravel.
His body tenses up, grip on Niragi’s hair tightening, before he explodes in Niragi’s mouth.
Ropes and ropes of cum shoot down Niragi’s throat and he makes sure to swallow every drop. He stays still until Chishiya is done spilling, holding the blond down with the weight of his body. His fingers keep working inside Chishiya. He finishes riding out the orgasm with a few rolls of his hips, chasing the last remnants of pleasure, until he’s all fucked out, body going lax and chest heaving with each breath.
Niragi lets go of Chishiya’s cock with an obscene loud pop. He rolls his jaw to one side and then to the other, feeling the soreness with deep satisfaction.
“How was that?” Niragi asks, lying next to the blond and wrapping an arm around his waist.
“Crazy. Good. You’re a fucking asshole,” Chishiya says with a tight-lipped smile, still staring at the ceiling.
“Glad ya enjoyed it,” Niragi chuckles. He plants a kiss on Chishiya’s sweaty temple, then whispers, “In case that wasn’t clear, the answer is yes.”
Chishiya turns to look at Niragi, dark eyes hooded and slightly teary.
“Perfect.”
“Me? I know. You couldn’t have chosen better,” Niragi quips.
Chishiya rolls his eyes, then gives Niragi’s lips a peck.
“Now let me suck your dick,” Chishiya says before he flips over and slides down to fit himself between Niragi’s legs.
“No funny business!” Niragi warns, wiggling out of his briefs until his cock springs free.
Chishiya gives him a mischievous cat-like look before he holds Niragi’s cock in his hand and wraps soft, pink lips around the head.
♦️♦️
Niragi survives that evening’s game by the skin of his teeth.
It lasts the entire night, and in the end, Niragi makes it out alive after having to betray his two “allies”. He collects his card, shoves it down his pocket, and decides to walk back to the beach.
The sun is rising from behind the abandoned skyscrapers, and if Niragi gave a fuck about things like that, he’d even consider it a pretty view. He tries to ignore the uneasiness crawling under his skin when he thinks about whatever plan Chishiya set into motion.
It doesn’t have to do with Niragi not trusting him. He trusts Chishiya plenty, to his own detriment, no doubt (when had he become so fucking whipped?).
It’s just that everything feels off lately. Niragi isn’t sure about anything anymore. He can’t even rely on his own fucked up mind not to sabotage him.
He catches himself thinking about his feelings for Chishiya and how hard he’d fought them, only to watch himself lose the battle so spectacularly. Giving in to them has been one of the hardest things Niragi has ever had to do.
Who would’ve thought he’d find love in a place like the Borderlands? In someone like Chishiya, who was so different, yet so similar to him?
Niragi never even thought about things like that: falling in love, being in a relationship. He spent his entire time working and hanging out with the losers he called friends back in the real world. He didn’t approach people to build a relationship or intimacy. Even dating apps for him were just a pass time, something to take the edge off.
Isn’t it kinda fucked up that these things only happen when you least expect them to? Niragi never asked for it, yet he got it, and now he won’t let it go. He wants to sink his teeth and nails into Chishiya, mark him, and make him Niragi’s forever.
And he hopes, with all of his being, that Chishiya will let him.
♦️♦️
“Game, “Witch Hunt”. The evil witch, who took the girl’s life, is hiding among you. The witch role is not limited to women. To clear the game, you must find the witch and burn them in the Fire of Judgment. Time limit: two hours.”
It’s the day of their escape.
Niragi hears the announcement in his room. He kicks the TV off of its stand with a curse. He hears it crash on the ground, the screen shattering, as he picks up his rifle and heads downstairs.
Everyone is gathered around the dead girl’s body, a knife sticking out of her bikini-clad chest. He doesn’t know who she is, but he hears someone say her name in a solemn, whisper: Momoka.
Niragi scans the crowd until he spots Kuina, easily a head taller than most people. As expected, Chishiya is next to her, his face revealing nothing.
Niragi elbows his way through until he finds himself standing next to the shorter man. He grabs Chishiya’s arm to get his attention, making the blond turn to him.
“Is this part of ya fuckin’ plan?” he asks in a hushed tone.
Chishiya shakes his head. Before Niragi can open his mouth to say something, there’s a commotion near the girl’s body. Her friend is kneeling next to her and someone is questioning her whereabouts at the time of the murder.
Niragi takes a step forward, ready to make inquiries of his own, but Chishiya stops him, blocking his way with his body. Niragi looks down at him, an eyebrow raised, “What if this bitch is the witch? We should toss her in the fire.”
“Stay put. We need to wait and see how this plays out.”
Niragi clicks his tongue, impatient, but acquiesces.
Arisu is nowhere to be found, Niragi notices. Usagi, Ann and Mira start an argument. Niragi disengages for a moment, trying to figure out his next step. If this isn’t part of Chishiya’s plan then he needs to think of a strategy to find the witch and make it out of this game alive.
He can’t help but be pissed that he’s been thrown into a game after having played one only two days prior, too. He didn’t even have a choice this time, none of them did. Niragi doesn’t like it.
Something Ann says catches Niragi’s attention, and he’s dragged away from his thoughts. This time, he manages to maneuver around Chishiya and push his way to the front, watching Ann as she speaks.
She tells everyone Hatter’s dead and that, of course, sets people off.
A guy with short bleached hair questions, “What else are you people hiding from us? Huh? What?”
Someone else calls for ‘’no more secrets’’ followed by a murmur of agreement passing through the crowd.
Niragi snorts, shaking his head, but he’s worried and impatient. They shouldn’t be standing around discussing dead people’s business. They should be working to clear the game.
He only notices Chishiya has come to stand by his side when he feels the blond’s hand on the small of his back. He doesn’t know if it’s supposed to pacify him or what, but Niragi welcomes it either way. Maybe it’s Chishiya’s way of saying that things are under control. Niragi sure hopes so.
Ann suddenly holds her hand up, showing everyone a bullet. “I took this bullet from Hatter’s body.”
There’s slight pressure coming from Chishiya’s hand, and Niragi immediately understands what he’s trying to say: now, this is part of the plan. Niragi involuntarily squints as he continues to listen to what Ann is saying.
“...this means that someone here at the Beach killed Hatter.”
Niragi can’t help but laugh at the stupid fuckers’ surprise. A girl speaks up, frantic and panicked, but she is quickly silenced by Samura’s blade.
“Let’s just burn everyone!” He rises from his crouch.
Niragi can’t say he doesn’t agree with the sentiment. If everyone else dies, he can make it out alive with Chishiya.
“Everyone but me could be the witch. So who is it?” Aguni shows up, hands in his pocket, the crowd parting for him to walk to the center. A bunch of useless minions are trailing behind him, and Niragi fights the urge to spit on the ground as he watches the scene unfold.
“If no one here will admit, then all of you will burn.”
Something clicks in Niragi’s brain, telling him to act fast if he wants to make it out of here with Chishiya. Despite having no clue what’s going through the other man’s mind, he still figures that, if Chishiya wants chaos, he can certainly give him that.
Taking a step forward and pointing his rifle upwards, Niragi howls, opening fire. It’s enough to send the room into a frenzy. Most people start to run toward the multiple hallways and stairs leading to the upper floors. The only ones who remain are him, Aguni and his men, and Chishiya.
“Go find Arisu,” Chishiya tells Niragi as if the thought had just crossed his mind.
“Didn’t Aguni kill him?” Niragi asks, confused.
“Not yet,” Chishiya says, clearly with no intention of elaborating. He then pushes Niragi towards the stairs, “Go.”
Niragi looks back at the blond one last time before he reluctantly runs up the two flights of stairs leading to the first floor.
He has no idea where to begin looking, but soon Arisu’s girlfriend pops up in front of him. She tries to run past him, but Niragi blocks her passage.
“I’m trying to find your boyfriend. Any idea where Aguni took him?” He asks.
She gives him a look that’s a mix of confusion and worry.
“Why do you wanna find him?”
“Chishiya asked me to,” Niragi answers quickly, wanting to get this over with so he can go back to Chishiya. He’s probably as worried about the blond as this girl is about that skinny prick.
“Why? He was the one who--,”
“I know, I know. Maybe he feels bad, now. Whatever. Listen, let’s just find your boyfriend and free him so I can go back and shoot some dumbfucks, ‘kay?”
Niragi attempts to grab her elbow but she avoids his touch. It takes a moment, and a wary look before she assents with a quick nod.
They both start to run and Niragi realizes with exasperation that the chick is really fast. He has a hard time keeping up with her as they run down hallway after hallway, checking each room.
In one of the rooms, Niragi almost gets stabbed in the shoulder, but he manages to dodge it at the last minute, shooting the cunt on the side of his face.
He glances at the man, blood gushing from the hole on his cheek, but he feels no satisfaction. He doesn’t have time to, he tells himself, as he turns around and runs after Usagi, who’s already a good hundred meters ahead of him. She takes a sharp turn, and Niragi curses under his breath, jogging after her as fast as he can.
They find Arisu tied up, gagged, and blindfolded to a chair on the second floor.
Niragi helps the girl rip the black tape and free him, all the while glancing at the TV screen showing how much time they have left. Almost an hour has passed.
“What is he doing here?” Arisu asks, eyeing Niragi suspiciously.
“He said Chishiya ordered him to find you,” Usagi replies.
“ Asked me,” Niragi corrects dryly. “Let’s go back to the lobby, we gotta figure--”
Before he can finish his sentence, the door to the room slams open, and in comes Chishiya. He has a nasty cut on his temple and he looks slightly out of breath. His hair is matted with blood and sweaty.
“How did you find us?” Usagi asks, putting herself between Chishiya and Arisu protectively.
“I’ll explain later. Now, all of you need to follow me. It’s a bloodbath out there, we need to be careful.”
They can hear the screams and the sound of gunshots coming from both near and far. A sudden explosion rattles the glass windows and Niragi finds himself taking an instinctive step closer to Chishiya. The blond looks at him for a second, their eyes meeting. Then Chishiya takes a step towards Niragi until their arms brush against one another.
“Why should we trust you after what you did? You betrayed us,” Arisu raises his voice, stepping around Usagi to stand next to her.
With the four of them now facing each other, the irony of the moment isn’t lost on Niragi.
“I had my reasons. Now, you can both come with us and make it out alive, or you can choose to stay and fight Aguni and his goons. Your choice.”
“I wouldn’t take the chance,” Niragi pipes in with a shrug.
Niragi and Chishiya allow the other two a moment. They look at each other, a silent understanding seems to pass between them. Niragi averts his eyes, feeling self-counscious as he sees his relationship with Chishiya mirrored like that. He wants nothing but to get out of the room.
He is ready to step away when Chishiya hooks his index finger with his, keeping him still. The gesture feels out of place but comforting at the same time. Niragi stays put.
“We’ll trust you. For now. Don’t fuck with us again,” the girl warns, turning to the both of them.
“I give you my word,” Chishiya says.
♦️♦️
The smell of burning flesh is overwhelming once Niragi steps outside.
He left Chishiya and Arisu inside and went to get the convertible with Usagi. He’d rather have stayed behind, but he agreed with the blonde prior.
He argued that it had been under different circumstances, but Chishiya wouldn’t budge. Niragi has the slight impression that he was trying to keep Niragi safe which is the most ridiculous thing in the world.
“Bet you and your boyfriend are really fucking pissed with Chishiya, but don’t try to get smart. If you mess with him, I’ll end you,” Niragi tells the girl once they’re settled in the car.
He tries the ignition, but it doesn’t work. He lets out a huff of annoyance. Usagi is silent next to him, waiting. He tries again, and again. The car starts on the fourth try.
Once he’s left the parking spot, going around the Beach’s main building to where Chishiya asked them to wait (a ways away from the huge bonfire), Usagi finally looks at him and says, “He isn’t my boyfriend. But if you or Chishiya try anything, I’ll also end you.”
“I guess we’re both protective of who we love, huh,” Niragi smirks.
The words only dawn on him after he gets a surprised look from Usagi.
“Don’t say a fuckin’ word,” Niragi gives her a nasty look, to which she responds with a small, knowing smile.
“Even psychos are capable of love, I guess,” she mumbles to herself loud enough for Niragi to hear.
He shakes his head, choosing to ignore the comment. His mind is on Chishiya and what he’s doing in there, if he’s in danger or if he’s going to come out in one piece.
They’re caught off guard by a big explosion, louder and bigger than any other so far. The both of them look towards the building, and it’s easy to spot the flames through the floor-to-ceiling windows. There’s dark smoke coming from every window and door, the stench almost unbearable.
“Look!” Usagi shouts, looking up at the sky.
Niragi mimics her and sees something that looks like confetti coming down as if thrown out of a window.
“Huh?”
As the confetti falls, getting closer to the ground, Niragi realizes it’s not confetti at all, but cards. A whole deck of cards, or what seems like it. It rains on them, one by one falling on the hood of the car, on the seats, one landing directly on Niragi’s lap: ten of hearts.
He picks up the card, and inspects its front and back. Usagi, sitting by his side, also expresses confusion.
“Wait, was the game cleared?”
“Apparently.”
Approaching footsteps catch their attention. Niragi turns around to see who it is, relief washing over him as soon as he spots Chishiya running alongside Arisu towards the car.
“What happened?” The girl asks once both men make it to the car, jumping onto the empty backseat.
Niragi can’t take his eyes off Chishiya.
The blond smiles at him, holding his gaze.
“Ann figured out who’s the witch. It was Momoka all along,” Arisu answers.
Niragi processes the information, fidgets with the card in his hand, then holds it up for Chishiya to see.
“What was this all about?”
“It’s finished. Hatter is dead, Aguni is probably dead too. It was just a gesture.”
“That isn’t like you.” Niragi is calling bullshit, but he doesn’t want to go at it with Chishiya in front of the other two. So when the blond simply gives him a tight-lipped smile, he decides to drop it.
“Where are we going?” Arisu asks, and Niragi is suddenly reminded of how annoying the man’s voice is. He considers throwing him out of the car.
“So that means ya tagging along? I was hoping not,” Niragi says, facing the front again, and starting the car.
“I have a place not far from here where we can lay low for a few days. Kuina and Ann will join us soon.”
“Great,” Niragi mutters sarcastically, stepping on the accelerator.
The tires screech as he makes a sharp turn, leaving the Beach’s driveway towards the street.
Even though he isn’t thrilled about the company, Niragi is glad he chose Chishiya. He’s glad they’re leaving this place behind together. Their future is unsure, especially now that it seems that the game’s rules are arbitrary.
Whoever is in charge of this place, they’re not against fucking them over. Not that Niragi expected any ethical behavior from the sick cunts.
He’s still somewhat pissed, but knowing Chishiya has his back, and that he has Chishiya’s, is enough for him.
“Fuck, I think I’m gonna need stitches,” Chishiya says from the backseat.
“I can patch you up,” Niragi says, smirking at the blond through the rearview mirror.
Chishiya looks back at him, expression changing minutely - the resemblance of a grimace. “I’ll wait for Ann, but thanks.”
“Asshole,” Niragi replies fondly, his smirk turning into a grin.
Arisu and Usagi exchange a look, amusement on their faces, but Niragi pays them no mind, eyes on the road and mind on Chishiya. Like it always is.