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I didn’t always have this despair…
There had been endless misery in my life
But this…
This was true despair
What could I do?
It was too late to change things
It was too late to start over
There was an expanding emptiness
A black hole of spiralling despair
My talent was losing relevance
My services would not be needed much longer
I came to you
And you showed me otherwise
~*~
Despair had spread like a virus. The world was at war with itself. No purpose behind it. Just war. There was no end in sight. Although quite a few still held hope in their hearts, it was too late. The final steps to destroy the remaining hope were taking shape. The city was crumbling. One building remained, albeit rusty and worn down. A rusting fence surrounded the facility, where automatic machine gun turrets were sitting, inactive before a large bolted metal door. Hope’s Peak Academy. Not many had seen it recently, and considering that the start of the worst despair inducing incident was here, who would? But this day, under a dusty red sky, a small group of people walked to the metallic door of Hope’s Peak. There was a moment of silence as the slowly forming group started to sit on the nearby rubble.
It was Super High School Level Despair. Returning to the place that their master plan had been first been hatched, they sat down on chunks of concrete and removed their masks. The conversation was despairing. Everyone compared their dark deeds as more and more people arrived. It was pretty much decided that Sonia had managed to use her skill to cause the most despair. Her home country had been eradicated completely by civil war and corruption. She risked being overthrown as ruler to do so, and knew she’d get high praise from their leader for taking such a risk.
The 12 members sat around for a while afterwards, slowly becoming bored out of their minds. It was then that they noticed that one was missing. They then assumed that an accident happened and that this member was dead. Considering who it was, no one would be surprised. Gossip had circulated about how their skill was something anyone could do, and that he wasn’t much use anymore due to his limited resources.
“Oi! What’s that smell?” Owari’s exclamation caught everyone’s attention and they looked around.
“Ugh. What a terribly despairing odor.” Komaeda held his head and sighed.
Everyone was in agreement about that. The scent was a mix of blood, sweat, and death. In the distance, a silhouette was visible. A man, upon drawing near, rather tall of stature, body thin but well built, hair a mess and hanging in front of his face, eyes cold and emotionless. With a large falcon perched on his bloody, bandaged, and outstretched left arm, Gundam Tanaka had finally arrived. All was silent except for the flapping of his worn down scarf in the wind. Once his eyes were in view, a certain luckster broke the silence.
“You’re a bit late to the party, Tanaka-san. The last one here, at that!” Gundam didn’t respond to him; he just kept walking towards the sealed door, attempting to isolate himself from the others presence as he’d done on previous encounters. His steps were heavy and his pace was sluggish. . “Tanaka-san?” He still didn’t respond to Komaeda’s comments..
“Hey, weirdo!” This time the voice was Saionji’s. Even after all this time,she had an attitude. “You deaf or something? We’re talking to you! Are you off in your little fantasy world again?” He stopped walking when he got in front of her. “What’s the matter. Cat got your tongue?” He was used to it by now. They weren’t really trying to talk to him, was his just salt in reopened wounds.
“Oh, that would be just horrible. He works with a lot of animals so a cat could have torn his tongue out!” Ibuki chimed in.
“Ibuki… that’s a figure of speech, dear,” Sonia corrected, before turning away from the breeder.
Gundam finally responded. His voice scratched out in a hoarse grumble. “Mortals… leave me be. I need silence. Silence, and callousness.” His falcon rose its wings in a threatening manner and he pulled the scarf back up over his mouth, continuing to trudge toward the door. “I did not come here to converse with you. I wish to find out about our next course of action, and nothing more.”
Muttering was audible as he continued his slow stride to the door. His pace, however, was broken, as he felt himself snag on something suddenly and fell to the dusty ground, landing on his face. His pet quickly took to the sky due to its’ perch being obstructed. Some snickering broke out among the others. He knew he’d been tripped; there was nothing he could have caught his leg on amongst the rubble. He knew who had done it. As likely as it was that Saionji was the culprit, that would be a false accusation. It had been Sonia who had done it. He understood why, but he wouldn’t give her the pleasure of his acknowledgement. He picked himself up, dusted himself off, and called his falcon back from it’s flight, which landed back on his arm. It appeared to have been circling the group from above, as if hunting prey. He did not even look at any of them; he just closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, careful to make his next words leave the desired impression. “I am not in the proper disposition to deal with such frivolous actions. You should all bear shame. We are near our adult years and yet your actions reflect the mindset of adolescent children” His trek to the door concluded as he looked up at the cameras and armed machine guns. He then took a moment to look behind himself at who was actually there. “Wait… you said I’m last to arrive. Were there not a total of 14 of us in our original class?”
“You are in the wrong there. Our 14th member was the first to arrive and was admitted early because he has such important things to do in such limited time. He’s a lot more useful than some of us.” Sonia turned away the moment Gundam attempted to make eye contact. “I honestly shouldn’t have expected you to know anything about our plans. I really shouldn’t expect anything of you at all. Oh, how excellent for him to be able to work directly for Enoshima-sama. A true honor it is.”
“Honestly... I am actually a bit jealous of him…. To be able to work with her alone is such a despairingly wonderful privilege!” Mikan added her own input before Saionji made another attempt to silence her only to get a taste of Mikan’s despairing rage, which scared Saionji off.
Gundam, however, chose to block out all the noise pollution as they all discussed things amongst themselves. Eventually, the door did open. Everyone practically ran into that accursed place as the PA system sent out a message explaining their prime directive. They were to prepare for the broadcast of “The School Life Of Mutual Killing” in whatever way they could. Some were called for cleaning duties, while Komaeda and Mikan were called directly to meet with their leader, and the rest were told to just do what they wanted until called for.
Gundam was certain that, especially after the rough reception he received, no one would notice if he just slipped away into his room. He made his way to the dorm area almost unnoticed, climbed the stairs up to the 3rd floor, and found his way to his room. Upon opening the door, he was greeted with several familiar smells. These included, but were not limited to blood, decaying flesh, melted candle wax, and flowers and dirt from his indoor garden. What was new to him, however, was the smell of early developing rust from the empty, bloodied cages that lined the walls of his room. Closing his door, he inspected his room to make sure that nothing had been tampered with. He quickly gazed over the extensive library of books, dusting some of the ones he hoped he’d never have to make use of. The Necronomicon, various spell books, and books specifically designed around explaining the anatomy of different animals all lined the shelves. He looked at the plants that he had kept under artificial lighting and was surprised that his sunflowers were still alive.
He sat down at his desk while his falcon flapped off to a nearby perch. He glanced over the various symbols painted onto the desk and the small skulls that had been left there. He sat there and stared blankly at the table for a moment before finally letting out a deep breath, and reaching into his scarf. He pulled out the four corpses of his deceased hamsters. He laid them on the table and observed them. He’d seen exactly what had happened. He’d lead groups of animals to attack humans before, but he seldom ever let his hamsters get involved because there was always at least one casualty. He should never have let them try this. The accidental trampling and mauling of the smallest creatures he had was something he’d have to live with. He knew they’d die eventually, but he didn’t expect it so soon. And this, he knew, was his own fault. The torn flesh. The protruding bits of bone. The crushed vital organs. He was responsible for it all.
He held his head in his hands, attempting to comprehend the weight of the situation. He was sick of being an outcast, so he thought that joining up with Enoshima-sama would allow him to be with others like him. He had Sonia before that. She was the only person that wanted to get to know the real him. That seemed to change once they caved in to the despair. He wasn’t sure if it was his now submissive nature, or the fact that he wasn’t a mindless murderer like some of the other members. Gundam took things into careful consideration before brutally slaughtering his victims. Only a select few had fallen directly by his hands. He had him animal armies to thank for that. But greater than the number of humans killed by his hands or animals killed in his stampedes was the number of animals he’d killed or harmed with his own hands. Blood and animal sacrifices were common rituals that he performed once he fell to despair. Some promised good luck, others strength. Some of his potions asked for animal parts as well. He’d even found himself guilty of drinking the animal blood hoping for the proper effects to take place. He even felt that some of treatment of the animals in general, such as the cages, was out of his normal standards, but he only had so much to space to work with once the door was closed off. He had lost his ways as a certified animal breeder. All this from despair. No. He did all this for despair. He pulled loose the bandages on his left arm and watched them spiral. The increase in bites from his animals and his own cuts from human blood sacrifices was obvious. All this for despair.
A tear gently dripped down his cheek. This was followed by another tear. And another. They started to stain the table with each drop. He was without friends, without animals, and without purpose. The only ones who'd seemed to explicitly care about him were his hamsters, which lay dead before him. The sadness within him was overwhelming his thoughts, until his right hand instinctively grabbed the hunting knife placed on the table from the sacrifices and closed his eyes before stabbing down.
Once he opened his eyes, he saw that he’d nearly stabbed his left hand, but missed by about two inches and just punctured the table again. He bent down and focused on his reflection in the blade. It was then that he realized what his feelings truly were. Despair.
His mouth turned from a distinct, teeth clenched frown, to a twisted grin as he made this realization. He enjoyed feeling despair more than most of the other members. So, hadn’t he pretty much done what he wanted to most without even realizing it? A panting chuckle passed his lips, and soon he had erupted in insane laughter, crazy enough to rival even Komaeda on a bad day. So what if no one seemed to care? He’d been doing exactly what he wanted: causing despair throughout the world while causing pain to himself. He’d deal with whatever was to come, whether he was kicked out of SHSL Despair or not. After all, his wish of silence and callousness would come true much easier that way.
By the time he’d finally calmed down, he was panting, warm, and sweating. His personal despair fetish had always caused him some issues while out and about. He didn’t admit them to anyone, either. He was certain that members had a slight fetish for the despair and pain of others, but he was certain that he was the only one or 2 that enjoyed despairing himself. He never lashed out at those who told him he was worthless because he believed it himself, and the sadness it caused felt good. It embarrassed him a bit when he thought about it, but he wouldn’t change it if he could. He took a moment, but he finally calmed down. This moment of peace, however, was short lived as he heard a knock on the door. These rooms were sound proof, right? No one would have heard him laughing…
The knocking became a pounding when he didn’t answer quickly enough, and the annoyed Gundam pulled the wrap back around his hand. He trudged over to the door, opening to see Komaeda standing there, about to knock even louder than he already had. “Yes? May I inquire why you are knocking on my door?” He had to force himself to be polite. Komaeda was one of the 4 that he knew were extremely close to their leader. In his current position, he couldn’t afford any unnecessary screw ups.
Komaeda was looking very unamused, especially since Gundam still had the stench of death on him. “Enoshima-sama had noticed that most of your cages were empty and thinks that, if you aren’t going to replace those disposable little creatures, you should bring them to Souda. He’s in the middle of working on the executions for our plans and could use as much scrap metal as possible for supplies. You don’t seem busy at all, so you probably should try to make yourself useful for once.” He turned and started walking away, down the hallway. “Oh, he’s in the new red doors on the first floor. Ciao~!”
Gundam closed the door and turned away. That wasn’t a suggestion. He knew it was an order. And Komaeda’s rough attitude suddenly turning cheery just bothered him. He did have one task: he still needed to give his Dark Lords a proper funeral. He scooped them all up in his arms and walked over to the plants in the back of the room. Using one of his gardening trowels he craved out 4 holes around the sunflower plants, and after he muttered some words of some latin incantation, he lay the hamsters into their final resting place.
Moving to his feet, he walked over to his falcon and fed it properly. It was his last living pet, so he figured he could at least try to treat this one with the respect it deserved. He then turned to the cages. He cleaned up the blood and rust, restoring the metal to a decent shape to be used as scrap metal, before disassembling them as much as they could and loading them into a dolley.
As he pushed the cart through the hall, he couldn’t help but notice how everything seemed void of life. Unlike just a few years ago, when the school was full of so much life and hope, it had become desolate. ‘How despairing,’ thought Gundam to himself.
It didn’t take too long to find the hallway that lead to the red door. He pushed them open to reveal… an elevator? This was peculiar, to say the least. He rode it down until he arrived at a large circular room. “So this is where the trials are going to happen…” he mumbled, looking at the 16 stands and the large chair that he could tell was where Monobear would sit. But this was obviously not where Souda was working. He needed to go deeper.
He noticed that one of the curtains was pulled up to reveal a long, dark passageway. He could only assume that it was the proper way to go as he proceeded to bring the supplies.
The hallway was rather long considering what it was used for, but after he remembered the layout the main courtroom, it only made sense. All the curtains had to lead to each person's execution, and they would be taken down this hallway, somehow, into their deaths.
As he walked in, he noticed it was a large batting cage-like area. He looked around, noting the seemingly busted scoreboard that had numbers in an apparently random order. He then caught a glimpse at the mechanic, hair held back by a pink bandana. He didn’t have long, though, before a baseball nearly smashed into his face. His reflexes were good enough to dodge it so it harmlessly flew down the hallway.
“Ey! What the hell are ya doin’ here! This is a construction site, and I don’t recall telling anyone to come done here. Still workin’ on these confounded contraptions...” The mechanic’s face held a scowl.
“Oh, right.” He bowed slightly, knowing not to mess with Souda. “I was given orders to bring a few of my things down to be used in the executions. They are pretty much scrap metal. It’s better to let them be put to some use instead of just sitting around serving next to no purpose other than room decoration…” This whole uselessness thing was starting to wear on him. He knew he was a tool, a stepping stone for true despair, when it came to what he was there for. However, he wanted to think he wasn’t useless.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just leave ‘em over there and get outta ‘ere.” Souda twirled the wrench in his hand and turned back to the pitching machine that he’d fashioned into a semi-automatic baseball machine gun. He listened as the cart moved, but their was no distinct click of Gundam’s boots as he walked away. His brow twitched and he turned around. “HEY! I told ya to scram! You deaf or somthin’?” Souda brandished his wrench threateningly and saw Tanaka flinch, but he didn’t move. “Ey! what’s with ya!”
Gundam attempted to keep his eyes locked on Souda, although, compared to how he used to be, Souda was quite intimidating. “Well… I was wondering if, perchance… you needed any assistance with your duties. I would be much obliged to offer my services.” He knew he was in no position to seem even the least bit prideful and took quickly to bending down on one knee.
Souda let out a bored sigh. “Alright. But keep these rules in mind. No distractin’ me. Don’t talk unless spoken to. Don’t question my commands. Most important! Don’t touch anythin’ cause ya might break it! Got all that?” He almost glared at Tanaka, who nodded.
“Yes, that is very well understood, Souda. I am but a tool to do your bidding.” Gundam had just made this man his superior with those words.
Souda shrugged it off. “Whatever you say. Now stand there and be quiet.” With those words, Souda returned back to working and Tanaka stayed at a distance.
It wasn't long before the silence was broken, but not by Gundam. Seemingly out of nowhere, Souda started talking. It started off with seemingly self-serving conversation about what he was doing, to explanations of how he ended up here. He apparently showed Junko an execution plan, which was essentially a modded version of his design for a rocket. He just altered it to contain next to no safety features. It would just send someone into space, without proper protection, and then shortly after escaping the atmosphere, the rocket would plummet back to earth. The heat and pressure would burn off the flesh, leaving just a skeleton.
The concept was interesting to Tanaka, and he wouldn't mind watching that happen, but
he couldn't speak out, and Souda kept talking. "You know, buildin' that one execution wasn't hard, but ya know what I was tasked with? 14 unique executions. And I had to excavate this entire place. I'm a mechanic, not a construction worker!" He let out a deep sigh. “Hell, I still don’t even have 100 percent solid designs yet. Maybe I can work that frickin’ bulldozer that I was given into one.” He had just finished tightening a bolt when he remembered something. “Okay, you gotta trust me here. I need you to test something for me?”
Gundam was a little wary. “I know you told me not to question you, but… test the execution?” Gundam was not that eager to die… at least not yet.
“No, just part of the mechanism.” He pointed to the hallway. “I need you to go into the courtroom and stand in Kuwata’s place. That’s all you need to do, the rest is my job.
Although Gundam didn’t like the idea of any of this, he had sworn that he’d listen. He was putting his trust in Souda, but considering that he hadn’t had the best experience with him in the past, it was a huge risk. Nevertheless, he walked back down the long corridor, and stood at the proper place. He heard the distinct noise of a button being pressed. There was a swift nose of something whizzing through the hallway until he felt something latch around his neck. A metal collar?! The collar was attached to a long chain. He was then pulled back by it, feet dragging down the hallway. ‘Dammit Souda! What in hell’s name possessed me into trusting you!’
He was tightly grasping at the metal shackle, trying with all his might to prevent himself from being choked by it until his back collided with a metal pole. It hurt. His ankles were shortly there after, shackled to the pole as well. He watched the machine gun like device direct itself at him, Souda safely behind the protective cage. He gulped, preparing to take his final breath as the balls started to load. As he closed his eyes, awaited to be pummeled to death, he heard a distinct hiss, and then silence. He opened his eyes, and the restraints dropped him. He… was still alive. Souda had stopped the execution. Maybe he could trust Souda after all…
The mechanic opened the cage and walked over to the panting breeder who was desperately attempting to hide a blush. Tanaka was safe, save for an elevated heart-rate and an air of despair around him. “Pretty frickin’ cool, ain’t it~? Considering that you killed someone to get there, why spare any expense in dragging you off to your demise?” Souda had a very distinct sadistic grin on his face as he started to drool. Tanaka could read one thing about Souda already, and that was that Souda, unlike him, seemed to get joy out of others pain. No wonder he could do this whole “execution building” thing. He actually had more questions to ask, but was cut off by Souda again. “Hey! What is that scrap metal that ya brought down anyway?” Souda went over and looked at it.
“Oh, those… Those are the empty cages from my room. I lacked the proper amount of animals to fill them, and thus, brought them down to you.” Gundam was still recovering from that despair inducing experience he just had. At least now, if he’d face death any time soon, he’d be ready for it. It seemed almost like he’d passed through a blissful state when he’d accepted that he was about to die.
“Cages, huh?” He looked over them and was struck with an idea. “A cage!” He ran over to a sketch book and grabbed the pencil from behind his ear. He’d finally found some inspiration. “What is that thing called? A motorcycle death cage? Yes! That will do just fine. But… what about the body… How could I actually kill someone in there…. Hmmm…” He thought for another moment before starting to draw again. “What if increased momentum caused the body to liquify… and it would condense in a machine that would… yes!” He smirked. “Such an artful death. And edible too!” He seemed really proud of himself. “I suppose I should thank ya. I just got out of a huge case of inventor’s block!”
Gundam blushed slightly. He was… useful? He thought he’d never hear those words again. “N-no… I am but a tool to serve the cause of despair. The idea was all yours. No need to credit me.”
“Woah dude.” He smirked. “Be proud a yerself. Ya inspired me and I’m thankful for it.” He then gestured to Tanaka to push the cart. “We got more of these to build.” He lead Gundam down another pathway. This lead to a room that was only partly built. The stage was set but there was nothing in here except for a motorcycle. Souda bent down under the motor bike. “I need to just increase the acceleration capabilities, install a restraint device, and outfit it so that a Monobear could pilot it while also making it so that it won’t stop once it’s started. Not too difficult. However, building the butter processor will be the hardest part.”
‘What in the name of the dark imperial ruler is he talking about? Butter processor? For what?’ Gundam was as confused as ever by Souda’s choices, but he wouldn’t let it get the best of him. No questioning him.
Eventually Souda spoke up again. “I can see why you’d want to stick around ‘ere. With yer talents, I can’t see ya doin’ many ‘specialized tasks’ like Mikan is doing. Really cool thing Enoshima-san learned about. Memory-altering brain surgery. Gonna use it to erase the memories for the underclassmen. Oh man~!” At least that explained how they were going to be convinced to kill their best friends and significant others.
Souda kept blabbering on about some of the random things that had happened since he’d come back almost a week ago. Apparently after showing off his first execution design, he’d been down here. It was almost like he… didn’t have have anyone to talk to. ‘This mortal… lonely? Maybe as lonely as me?’ It hit Gundam like a load of bricks. You’d think he’d at least talk to someone. Either way, Gundam would listen to him with the utmost diligence and would watch him as he welded the metallic cage. His responses may have been just single words like ‘yes’, ‘alright’, and ‘agreed’, but he knew each one probably meant the world to Souda.
Souda went and grabbed some hinges and an automatic locking mechanism, and then looked back at Tanaka. Tanaka could only nod at this. “‘Ey! Could ya get me some of that scrap metal. I’m running out.”
Gundam was quick to respond. “Y-yes, right away!” He had to admit that Souda was intimidating. He grabbed some pieces and walked over to the mechanic. Souda reached for a piece, but it was then that he’d noticed that a part was rusted and had become broken and jagged. Souda, not looking, reached back and tried to grab the sharp piece, slicing open his hand. Gundam cringed and tried to back away as Souda screamed, dropping the remaining pieces on the ground.
“Fuckin’ hell!” he dropped the metal piece and went to the near by table, wrapping a bandage around his hand. “What the ‘ell did ya think you were doin’! Given me a sharp piece like that, ya coulda killed me! Now I gotta see Mikan to make sure I got a tetanus shot…” The moment he got the bleeding to stop, he turned around toward the breeder, fuming. Tanaka made eye contact with him and he charged at him, screwdriver in hand, and held him up, against the wall, by his muffler. “Who the fuck do ya think ya are!? You worthless piece of trash nearly put me outta commission! No wonder ya didn’t have any jobs to do around here. Ya woulda fucked ‘em up!” He got really close to Tanaka’s face, to the point that his breath could be felt on the breeders nose. “Ya ain’t nothin’ but a fuckin’ disposable tool. WE could get rid of you at any moment!” His breath was heated. His grin was growing. Tanaka wasn’t even trying to defend himself and Souda was this close to gouging out Tanaka’s left eye completely. He stopped, however, when he noticed… that Tanaka was panting and… blushing? “What the everloving….” It took a moment for it to register with Souda what was actually going on, and before he knew it, he had pulled Tanaka down a bit and locked lips with him, the breeder blushing bright red as he did so.
After a moment, he released his grip on Gundam, looking down at the blushing, panting mess that was his fellow classmate who had fallen to his knees. Gundam looked up at him, unaware of how it had happened. Souda was going to kill him one second, and then turned around and kissed him the next. ‘What did I just experience...’ His internal despair fetish must have been showing itself, and Souda, having a more sadism-based despair fetish, must have felt the heat and it clicked in him too. Gundam was at a loss for words. His mouth now had the lingering taste of cola. His knees were weak, and he fell forward onto his hands. “I… I’m sorry…”
Souda marched back over to Tanaka, using the toe of his shoe to tilt Tanaka’s head up. There was a clear look of dread visible in the breeder’s eyes and he was trembling. Their eyes locked and Souda’s expression changed from that of anger, to sadistic smiling. “That weren’t no accident and you know it.” He licked his lips. “Tell me, what did it for you? Was it me calling you out as the disgusting piece of trash you are? Or was it this!” He kicked Tanaka’s side and he rolled into the wall with a distinct thud. He came over and lifted up the panting man by his scarf again. “Well, answer me! You said you’d do whatever I told ya to~” Tanaka could see it in his gaze, he was enjoying this, a lot.
Gundam blushed brightly and kind of nodded in response. “I… I liked all of it." This had to be one of the most embarrassing things he would ever admit to. He saw Souda's grin extending at this and his face moved closer. He realized that Souda had come in direct contact with his skin, but his flesh hadn’t rotted. This could be a good sign for him.
There was a slight chuckle from the Mechanic’s mouth.”So ya like bein’ degraded then?” As Tanaka nodded and tried to open his mouth, Souda locked lips with him again, forcing his tongue into the breeder’s mouth. He held the breeder against the wall as he did so, making sure to exert his power over the taller man before separating to breathe. “That blush gives me all the answer I need~ Now, I’ll ask you this, do ya want this to continue?” Tanaka nodded. “Oh, good, then will ya give me control?” Although it was slightly delayed, he nodded again. “Good, I’ll make sure you don’t ever forget this~” He locked their lips again, one hand moving to hold Tanaka’s hands above his head, and the other to pull at the scarf around his neck.
Gundam wiggled in the grip of the shorter, demanding man. The feeling of his scarf loosening caused him to become a little unnerved. Souda was going to find out about one of his… “weaknesses.”
Souda separated and raised an eyebrow. “Wassa matter? I haven’t barely done anythin’ yet!” He pulled the scarf off completely, revealing Tanaka’s pale neck. Souda leaned in, kissing at the sensitive flesh, and was surprised when Tanaka started to whimper and grunt. He carefully nipped at the part that seemed to cause the loudest reaction and received a straight up moan from him. This only caused Tanaka to blush and Souda to extend his grin. He lifted his head up near Tanaka’s ear. “Oh, you like that a lot, don’t ya~?”
Under Gundam’s hitched breath, he managed to mutter. “Y-yes… I do…”
“Oh, is that so~” There was almost a slight hiss to his words as he spoke. “Well, how about… this~” Souda lowered his head a bit, before opening his mouth wide and clamping his jaw down on Tanaka’s fair skinned neck.
Gundam let out what he thought at first would be a scream, but turned more into a shouting moan. The teeth were digging into his flesh, tearing as they punctured even deeper than before. The liquid of life that coursed through his body was beginning to drip out around those razor sharp fangs that Souda possessed. He was trembling in Souda’s grip, but not in pain. In pleasure.
Souda licked up some of the blood, the coppery taste being his third favorite drink in the world. His smile was stained with the red pigment of the fluid, and he was loving every minute of it. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it, you pathetic masochist~?” Tanaka couldn’t keep eye contact, the sudden burst of his pleasurable pain had overwhelmed him. Souda tilted his head towards him, dropping the scarf on the floor in the process. “Eye contact! When I speak to you, you look at me. Got it?” Tanaka nodded his head as much as he could while it was still in Souda’s hand. Souda gave him a pleased smirk and then moved the hand from his chin to his waistline.
Gundam’s face flushed as he figured out what Souda was up to. Although Souda’s grin slightly unnerved him, he felt that he could trust Souda. It may have been all the blood rushing to his head, but he truly felt like this was right. Souda singlehandedly, literally, since his other hand was holding Gundam’s hands above his head, managed to undo the belt buckle, the button and the zipper on his pants.
Souda would have started to pull down the breeder’s trousers, had he not noticed that the blood was starting to drip onto his shirt, staining it. He quickly shifted his focus, pulling the coat off of Tanaka and then having him lift up his shirt. It didn’t take too long before Souda had pushed the breeder into the wall and started kissing and nipping at his neck again, a hand running up his well-built chest. “Nice muscles~ But you know what would make them even better~?” Tanaka had no idea what it was so he made eye contact and slowly shook his head. “You could use a little red.”
Souda’s kisses moved down his body as Gundam pressed himself against the wall for support. He was letting out quivering gasps until Souda took a nice gnaw at his hip.Tanaka made another loud, pleasured moan and clenched his fists. It was like he knew the exact places to sink his teeth in to cause maximum pain and pleasure. Beyond that, Gundam was used to getting bitten; animal breeding had taken a toll on his left arm already, so fangs piercing his flesh was nothing new. What was new, however, was the feeling of at least 20 razor sharp teeth penetrating his skin, all at once, repeatedly, all over his upper body.
The mechanic’s grin was constantly present, even when his teeth had sunk into the flesh of the breeder. His lips would stain red from the crimson fluid that flowed from the wounds. He bit again, higher up, on the opposite side, just to hear the pleasured moaning of Tanaka before pulling him into one final kiss. As his tongue tangled with Tanaka’s, his hand worked its way back down to the breeder’s trousers. He finally pushed the black pants down and noticed… no underwear? “What the…?” Upon closer inspection, he could feel the fabric around Tanaka’s waist. “What the hell are ya tryin’ ta pull ‘ere?!”
Gundam’s secret was out. “My boxers are only visible... to those with high astral vision…. If you didn’t see them…. then you must not have… high enough spiritual powers…” The blood loss and arousal had left him panting and with quite a prominent hard-on.
“Aight. You should stop with this though. People are gonna think you’re freeballin’ commando-style.” Tanaka couldn’t quite grasp the true form of Souda’s words, but he assume that he was saying that people would think that he didn’t wear any undergarments. It was an absurd thought to him, but he didn't exactly understand how the human mind worked. And he wouldn’t be thinking about it too much longer, seeing as a bandaged hand had wrapped itself around his shaft. He gasped. “Oh, did I startle ya?” Souda’s cocky reply was followed, as usual, by his sly grin and a wink as he started pumping the erection in his hand, causing Tanaka to let out gasping moans.
Gundam had realized now that he was almost completely naked. Souda moved him so he lay on a the stand that he would modify to hold the motorcycle cage, with his legs hanging off the edge. Souda made sure to keep pumping him as he unfastened all the straps on his boots and pulled them off to take the pants off completely.
Souda kicked his own shoes off once all of Tanaka’s clothing was removed. Tanaka’s cock was throbbing, and Souda could tell. That was why he’d waited this long to do this. He pulled the bandana out of his hair and threw it off to the side, wanting to put on a little show to get Tanaka excited before fucking him roughly until he screamed bloody murder. It started out simple enough, hands running down his sides before one ran through his uncharacteristically fluffy shark fin styled hair and the other pulled the zipper of his boiler suit down. If there was one reason he’d ever want to change his outfit, it was that the shirt and pants weren’t separate. It wouldn’t stop him, however, from seductively pinching the shoulder of his jumpsuit and slowly pulling it down, exposing one half of the tank top that was blocking Tanaka’s view of Souda’s well chiseled chest. The process was repeated with the other sleeve and Souda could tell Tanaka was starting to pant like a dog. He’d left Tanaka in the perfect state; unable to do anything because Souda’s lack of commands didn’t say what was and wasn’t off limits. This would translate in Tanaka’s head as “sit still, be quiet, and don’t touch yourself.” Upon removing the other sleeve, Tanaka could see the suit drop and Souda carefully pulling each leg off, leaving him in nothing but his tanktop, socks, and his fading blue, yellow, and pink boxer-briefs. He sauntered over to Tanaka very slowly, lifting his shirt up as he did so. Although he wasn’t as built as Tanaka, his muscles almost rivaled Mondo. He climbed on top of Tanaka and whispered in his ear, a bulge very clear in his darkening undies. “Ya want it, don’t cha~?”
The breeder let out a whimpering, yet aroused “Y-yes, please” that gave Souda the last push that he needed. He carefully lifted up Gundam’s hands to his hips and nodded to tell him that he’d be allowed to remove them. And Gundam did, obediently, tug them down, revealing Souda’s erect member. Gundam gazed in awe at it. He would have to admit, even with the time he had spent with Sonia before the despair began, he hadn’t done anything like this before. Seeing someone else’s gentials was something he only would have imagined. As he blushed, he looked up at Souda’s face, being met with a smirk.
“Pretty big, ain’t it~?” Souda chuckled and Gundam reddened further, embarrassed at all of this. “So, ya ready?” Souda began to spread Gundam’s legs to reveal his pert little asshole. “Well, are ya?” asked Souda again, this time in a much more demanding tone. He watched Tanaka shake his head slightly. “What’s wrong then?”
The next words to come from Gundam’s mouth were words that he didn’t think he’d ever utter. “Uhh… Souda… sir… Shouldn’t we use some sort of… lubricant to prevent friction?” He was panting, sweating, and as bright red as a tomato. “I-if you don’t mind, that is…” He bit his lower lip, afraid his question was out of turn.
“Oh, that. Right….” Souda sighed a bit and stood up, looking around for anything that he could even consider using to reduce the friction in Tanaka’s tush. He didn’t have any water left in his bottle, so the only thing that he had was the lube he used on the engine of the motorcycle and automated pieces of the various executions. “Well, suppose this is the best I can come up with, given the circumstances an’ all.” He walked back over to Tanaka, the bottle of machine lubricant in his hand.
“W-what?! Don’t you think that is a little unhealthy of a choice to be used as a sexual lubricant?!” Gundam was clearly unsure about the use of such a peculiar substance, especially when it came to his rear-end being involved.
“Calm down! If I’m careful and you wash up good, you shouldn’t have to worry. It’s better than bleeding out the ass, ain’t it?” Tanaka sighed and nodded. “And hey, I told you not to question me, gonna need to punish you for that~” With Tanaka’s face still as bright as ever, Souda squirted the bottle on his throbbing cock and rubbed it slightly. “C-cold…” He muttered. He positioned himself at the rear-entrance of Tanaka, positioning the slicked man meat with the tip touching the tight hole. “Ready to be bred, you useless breeder~?” He listened closely as Tanaka nodded and muttered “yes…” under his breath, before shoving his cock deep inside Tanaka’s asshole. “A-aaah.”
Gundam let out a moan at the feeling of being penetrated. It was strange, but it felt incredibly… good. His hands gripped the edge of the stand. Although it felt good, the lube felt a bit on the viscous side, since it was meant for machine parts, not sex, but it just made every thrust feel more powerful. “Ahhhh… S-souda…” He bucked his hips towards Souda, wanting.
Souda was gasping as he thrust in and out, back and forth, inside the panting man below him. He like this. He was fairly certain that the old Souda would have bent over and taken it where the sun doesn’t shine, but he was different now. “F… Fuck, Tanaka… You got one ‘ell of a tight ass!” He thrusted deeper with that word, hearing a faint moan emerge from Tanaka’s mouth. “Unf… ahhh… I’m gonna guess… First time?”
Gundam looked away, his face still that candy apple crimson that he could no longer hide under his scarf. He nodded, the embarrassment overwhelming him. “Yes… Is it really that important, though?”
Souda responded with an extremely deep thrust. “Nah, it’s mine too~” Tanaka tilted his head back and gazed deeply into Souda’s eyes. He knew that during their time at Hope’s Peak, he’d never had a chance with any of the ladies, but he seemed so popular with the other members of SHSL Despair for his execution designs… his thoughts were cut short as he felt a wave of pleasure surge through his spine. “Ahhhh… Ya like that, ya little masochist? You like other people taking that dirty little hole of yours… don’t cha’!” He thrusted deeply again, slightly brushing against a certain spot.
Tanaka knew he wanted Souda to hit this spot, and Souda knew it too. That was why he was asking these questions. It was all a huge power play. “Ye-yes I… d-do!” It wasn’t like he was lying, so it didn’t feel as bad admitting that he enjoyed this. After all… Souda hadn’t let him down yet. Perhaps his trust was well placed.
Souda leaned over Tanaka, one hand on Tanaka’s hip for leverage, and the other moving his leg back so he could get closer. “Good! Hnnng…” He thrusted deeper, brushing against the spot again. “Does the naughty little Hamster-chan want some more pleasure~?” Souda was practically drooling at the sight below him by this point.
“Y-yes, Souda!” Gundam practically screamed.
“Then what… would a good… submissive do… if they wanted… more pleasure~?”
This didn’t take too long to figure out. He’d left many people pleading for their lives before he cut their lives short with his hunting knife or bare hands. “P-please… P-please go faster… please… hit my sweet spot… I want more p-pleasure so… p-please!”
And Souda obliged. “Alright… you’re pretty freakin’ lucky… I’m so nice~!” He thrusted deeper, colliding his throbbing mass with Tanaka’s pleading prostate, eliciting a loud, ecstatic moan.
“AH-AAAAAAAHHHHHH!” His nails dug into the wooden platform he lay on. He was seeing stars. The pure surge of pleasure that ran through his entire body made his cock throb. “Ahhhh… please… more… hit the spot again… please…!” He couldn’t believe it. Here he was, under this man who he never gave the time of day to before, moaning and begging to be given more pleasure. It felt… right to him.
Souda would reward him every time that he’d beg for more. Thrusting as deep as possible and as fast as his hips could. It was then that the most important request was made. One that would change their relationship.
“P-please…. pu-pump my… h-hard t-throbbing… c-cock…!” Gundam was so lost in pleasure that when he uttered the next words, he wouldn’t know what he was saying until the words had escaped his lips. “P-please... m-master!” As the last syllable was uttered, he’d realized what he’d done. He was beyond begging at this point.
Souda’s mouth contorted into a grin as he grabbed the breeder's pulsating member. "Ooh, you... really wanted this... Didn't ya~?" he pumped Tanaka faster, grinning as Tanaka squirmed and bucked his hips up into Souda’s hand desperately. “Oh, yes you did~” He bent forward more, moaning slightly in Tanaka’s ear before speaking again. “O-ooohhhh~! Ya gettin’... close~?” Tanaka just squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, still embarrassed at the word he let slip from his mouth. Souda leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Oh, stop that~ Just beg for release... all nice and sweet... like you just did... when you begged for more pleasure~ A… A-ahh!”
Gundam wouldn’t fight it, as embarrassing as it was, he liked submitting to this man. “P-please… let me cum… m-...m-master! AHHHH!” He felt Souda thrust much quicker and deeper than before, practically pounding Gundams’ prostate, sending overwhelming waves of pleasure throughout his entire being. He let out a yelping moan as Souda’s right hand dug its nails into his side to gain leverage. His vision was flashing white with each thrust as he moaned in ecstasy. At last, the pleasure of release came to him. With one slight squeeze to his cock, he came, squirting his warm seed all over his own stomach and chest.
Shortly after, Souda came too, having thrust as deep as possible and cumming inside Tanaka’s ass. There was silence, except for huffing and panting from exhaustion. But through all this, Souda still had a smirk on his face.
Souda pulled out, leaving Gundam quivering and panting as the goop dripped out of his exit. The mixture felt rather gross, and he could already see Souda cleaning it off of his shaft. At least there was no pain.
Souda looked back over at him and went over, wiping up some of the mess that Tanaka was making. “Heh, that was a lil’ sloppy, wasn’t it?” He looked over at the blushing Tanaka. “Oh, c'mon~” He ruffled up Tanaka’s hair a bit. “You were good. Really good~” Tanaka’s face reddened even further. “Heh.”
Gundam finally managed to speak up about his situation. “Er… Souda. If you wouldn’t mind… I would like very much to clean this strange machine lubricant from between my hind quarters….” He made eye contact with Souda. “Please.” he tacked on the end.
Souda sighed. “Fine, if you insist~” He moved next to the breeder, and then, placing an arm behind his back and the other under his knees, he lifted up the flushed Tanaka. “Let’s get you to a shower~” It was at this moment that he actually caught a whiff of him. “Woah, ya smell like death anyway, dude.” Tanaka scowled back, blushing still as the mechanic walked out the door and up the elevator, sneaking through the empty school corridors and to Souda’s room.
Upon opening the door, Souda let Gundam down so he could go clean up. Gundam noticed that Souda’s room was a complete mess, but it was to be expected of someone who spent all their time tinkering with old machines. But the bathroom was nice. He’d done a fairly good job of keeping it clean. He pulled the curtain open, turned the water to warm, and closed the curtain, silently cleaning up the goo from his nether region. If he got sick from this, Souda would pay. But… he was fairly certain he wouldn’t have to attempt to seek righteous vengeance on him and that this would all clean up nicely.
Upon drying himself off, he became painfully aware that he’d left his clothing in that execution room. He wouldn’t be able to think about it for too long, seeing as he walked out to see Souda, lying seductively on the bed. “You, come here, now.” His wink sent a pleasant shiver through Tanaka’s spine. “Oh, like you’d think I’d let you just walk out of here? What kind of lover would I be if I kicked you out of my room?”
Even Gundam would admit that he had a point. He sat on the edge of the bed and laid back down to the bed, rolling closer to Souda. Now that he was able to get in close to Souda’s body, he could better take in aspects of Souda that were previously unnoticed to him. He smelled like metal and motor oil, but that didn't repel him; his hair looked soft, really really soft, and his breath smelled like… cola. Well, that was to be expected. But, the thing he enjoyed the most was, Souda was warm and had a comforting hold on him as he hugged him.
As Tanaka came closer, nuzzling his chest slightly, Souda spoke up at last. “Ya enjoyed it, right?” Tanaka didn’t much feel like talking, so he nodded instead. “Good, I intend to keep giving you this for as long as possible. That is, if you want to do such a thing again?” Tanaka blushed a bit, but continued the gesture of yes to him. “Good, good. Just tell me if things ever feel out of hand for you.”
A final nod was made by Gundam as he watched Souda pull a blanket over their bodies. Gundam could get used to this treatment. There was something about Souda that reassured him that he could trust him not to stab him in the back, or to desert him. He felt a lot better, dare he say, hopeful, about the future. He wouldn’t say it out loud, of course, but he felt it inside.
It was only when Tanaka, who was exhausted as ever, lay his head on Souda’s shoulder, did something unexpected arise in conversation. Souda, leaning in, licked Tanaka’s ear, toying with the earring that dangled from it, and then, whispered to him. “So, Tanaka-san… what do you know about… pet play~?” The ever familiar smirk spread across Souda’s face as Tanaka blushed at this question. Although he’d known a bit about it, he never expected it to come up in conversation. This was going to be interesting…
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