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Ichiban had this funny way of convincing you to try things you probably would’ve never dreamed of doing otherwise.
That was how it went with Zheng, that was how it went with Governor Aoki, and that’s how it was going in this love hotel (which he was covering). But why were they here? And why was Nanba dressed in full gothic regalia, horns curving up from the long, straight hair cascading over his shoulders and down his back?
One, that’s Yumiko, Queen of Darkness.
Two, blame the selection at Seagull Cinema.
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("What's the word?"
"Fizzle!"
"And if we can't speak?"
"One tap, then two quick ones!")
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A film about heroes and dark queens led to this, the Hero of Tomorrow himself, on his knees and at her mercy. (The film was more Adachi’s speed, admittedly.) She can’t help the thrill she feels at seeing him there, chain trailing up his chest and connecting to the leather collar around his neck. In contrast to her fully-done outfit, he’s in his usual suit with the shirt mostly unbuttoned, though he does have the leather gloves tonight. The leash accompanying the collar is unused for now, as at the moment Yumiko’s managed to keep him still with a simple look while she stands over him.
(The black lipstick’s still a bit tacky, he notes with lips pursed in mock disdain. Should’ve asked Saeko for tips.)
"Stay."
Yumiko then goes to sit on the nearby bed, crossing one leg over a knee. Ichiban gets a glimpse of the garters underneath the skirt and his eyes darken with clear want. But he does as told and stays put. Resting her chin on her fist, Yumiko regards her new dog curiously, then raises the other hand to beckon him closer with a curled finger.
"Come."
He eagerly approaches on all fours before an outstretched foot stops him short, raising his scruffy chin with the high heel's toe. While he hasn't been instructed to stop, it's hard to want to keep moving
"Speak."
"Oh, Yumiko..." Breathless, awe-filled, that voice has something stirring under the layers of ruffles. "My Queen--" But Yumiko doesn't let on that it's having an effect, instead fixing him with the deadpan stare Ichiban had grown used to. It's just... in this context--
Yumiko can feel Ichiban swallowing past the lump in his throat, lipstick-clad lips finally curling in a smile. "Good boy," Yumiko purrs. "Why don't you show me just how good you are, my hero?" When Ichiban raises a hand, she tuts. "Hands-free. You have to earn the right to lay hands on me." That was how the queen said it in the movie, but in practice Yumiko was surprised to have managed to pull it off, hoping the confident smile hid the fluttering in her chest.
(There was a lot more ojou-style laughter, but he wasn’t up for the hand-at-side-of-mouth bit just yet. The elbow-length gloves did make it tempting, though.)
He takes to the instruction well, kissing up her calves and diving under her skirt to give her inner thighs hungry pecks, the chinstrap beard tickling slightly. Yumiko manages to turn her giggles into a beginner’s “Ohoho~”, even as her left leg’s hooked over Ichiban’s shoulder. It hardly drowns out the way he sucks at the tender flesh, leaving marks only the two of them would know of. There’s a chorus of soft moans and “My Queen”s as he continues, his eagerness starting to make her voice shake. He’s mouthing at her panties now, her erection straining at the now dampened lace and causing Yumiko to bite at a silk-covered finger to stifle a moan.
Her other hand finds the leather loop of the leash, and as her hero’s lips close around the fabric-covered head, she tugs at it and pulls him from beneath her skirt. When he surfaces, his lips are slightly parted and his eyes are glassy, and… Oh.
It’s a metaphor, just a metaphor. Just a dumb visual metaphor. But he was prone to overthinking. Even now. Especially now.
(No, no.)
No.
There’s a jolt of revulsion before he shrinks back.
He drops the leash like it’s burned him and shrinks back in the chair, affected haughtiness dissipating as his posture deflates. There’s a quick glance at his palm, so sure he is that the chain’s imprint lay there, but… nothing. His eyes widen, an apologetic glance thrown in Ichiban’s direction before he looks away. It’s just Nanba now.
Ichiban blinks slowly, eyes refocusing as he studies Nanba for a few moments, then he offers a soft smile.
“You can use the word too, Nanba. It’s for both of us.”
The thought didn’t seem to occur to Nanba, who acknowledges it with furrowed eyebrows, then sighs out “Fizzle.”
They sit there in silence for what feels like hours.
(The seconds tick by, one after another, to pass as minutes.)
He should-- wait, should he? No. Yes. He should explain what that was all about, right? Ichiban’s waiting so patiently that he can almost see the tail wagging behind him, and Nanba heaves a sigh. No real point in stalling, was there?
“I-- you’re gonna think this is dumb.” Ichiban’s only answer is an arched eyebrow, so he’s not getting out of this that easily. “It-- I dunno, it just reminded me of what you’ve been through, and tugging on your literal leash felt too much like using you, so--” Mind racing, it’s fingers ghosting along the back of his hand that gets him back on track. “I thought you were gonna cry, Ichi, I couldn’t…”
He brings a hand up to Ichiban’s neck, thumb running over the leather collar while Nanba’s eyes focus on it for a few moments. “The last thing I wanna do is hurt you, Ichiban. Even for this.”
“Then we’ll be careful, okay?” Ichiban looks to Nanba, lifting his chin with a hand so they’re looking each other in the eyes. “Remember…” he trails off, waiting expectantly for the ex-nurse’s response.
“The word works for us both, yeah,” Nanba admits after a beat. Then his eyebrows quirk at that and he glances down and to the left. Oh. He looks back up to Ichiban, who nods slowly, then moves to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.
The touch comes softer, more carefully than the ones before. It reminds Ichiban of being patched up after a fight, and he can’t help leaning into it with a smile, which is mirrored on Nanba’s face. “Do you… wanna continue, Ichiban?”
“Only if you’re ready, Nanba.”
Furrowed eyebrows betray his hesitation, so Ichiban lets out a soft huff of amusement. “I liked it, Nanba. But we don’t have to use the leash if you don’t want to.” Well, if that’s how it was… Nanba wasn’t sure he’d say he was up for trying it. So he doesn’t. Instead, he unclips the leash and sets it aside. After a deep inhale, he regards Ichiban with a regal expression, lips pursed.
“Ready.”
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Despite what he said, fully getting back into the roles took them longer than a minute or two, but here they were again! (Stumbling over a dramatic line took Nanba out of it for a while as he had to recover from bursting into nervous laughter. Then Ichiban joined in halfway through and they both needed to recover.) This time they’re both on the ground: the hero back on his knees and the queen having lowered herself to one.
“My turn.”
Yumiko removes her right glove to trail her bare hand down Ichiban’s shirt, fingers tracing over the scars under his pecs before she goes low enough to feel his happy trail. As she runs her fingers through the soft hair, her other hand comes up so she can thread her fingers through his hair. “Spread your knees for me,” she leans into his ear to whisper, a command he wordlessly obeys with a smile. Her hand slides ever lower, sliding past the already undone buckle and into the band of his underwear. Gloved fingers run across Ichiban’s scalp before tugging his head to the side, giving Yumiko access to kiss up the side of his neck before she stops to make a mark near the base.
She’s already started rolling the thick nub between her index and middle finger, a smile on her face as Ichiban begins panting in her ear. Just a little more. Just a little more and, ah-- there it is.
Her fingers slowly delve further in, guided by the growing wetness.
"You're my good little hero, aren't you?" Yumiko coos at the shell of his ear, voice husky with want, before taking the earlobe between her teeth and lightly tugging on it. She’s scissoring her fingers now.
"Yes, I-- ngh, f--" His hands stay at his sides, though they flex and clench with clear want to be holding something-- someone --now. As the hero shudders in her grasp, she releases her teasing bite to listen, leaning back a bit to look at him.
"Hm~?" An eyebrow arches at that, ungloved hand stilling to see if he can finish the sentence. "Go on, speak."
Those stunning grey eyes meet hers, half-lidded yet eager. “Can I… touch you?”
“If you wish,” she says after a moment, keeping her haughty expression. “I may as well reward your devotion further.”
Hands finally free to roam, she expects him to go for one of the clear areas of interest. Maybe he’d run a hand up her legs? Encircle her torso, maybe go for a bit of bodice ripping--
(Not with how much this cost.)
But no. Nothing as easy as any of those. Ichiban gently pulls the hand in his hair closer and presses a kiss to her pulse, the warmth of his lips felt through the silk causing her heart to skip a beat. Being with Ichiban really was an exercise in finding out how many times you could fall for the same man, and one she didn’t see herself getting tired of anytime soon. The gloved hand cups at his cheek and pulls him closer.
Slowly, happily, her lips meet his and her other hand resumes the rolling motions. As his tongue enters her mouth, she crooks her fingers and gets a jolt from Ichiban, causing her to chuckle into her mouth. They continue on like that for a while, heated breaths passing between their lips as she slides her fingers deeper inside him. And then Ichiban’s shuddering, causing Yumiko to pull back and press her forehead to his, laughing softly even as her hero lets out breathy moans. She could get used to teasing him.
(Just one more crook of the fingers does the trick.)
It’s when his voice cracks that she finally pulls out, holding shining fingers up to give them a sidelong glance. “Good job, hero,” she croons, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead as he melts. Oh, they definitely didn’t have the time left for what
that
inspired. A note for another day.
“Take a break, Ichiban,” Nanba says with a stroke of fingers through Ichiban’s hair, voice still husky despite going back to himself, then stands a bit stiffly so he can get back to the bed. “I can handle this last bit.” The break in character doesn’t last for too long though, as Nanba hikes up his skirt to reveal revived erection. Seems the Queen wasn’t done just yet.
Back on her impromptu throne, she palms at herself with her gloved hand, looking Ichiban directly in the eyes as she brings the slick-coated fingers to her mouth and begins sucking. His breath hitches at that, eyes filled with hunger.
“You taste so good , hero. Next time I’ll devour you for sure,” she croons, licking her fingers clean. Her other hand’s brought out her cock and begun languidly stroking at it, the occasional soft moan leaving her as Ichiban watches.Silk made for quite the sensation experience, but he really doesn’t know if it’ll recover from this.
(It can, he just doesn’t know how to wash silk.)
“Let me help.” Ichiban’s not asking. They share a look at this, then her lip curls in delight before she pulls a finger from her mouth to beckon him over.
“Then let’s continue from where we left off.” There’s a drop in her voice, husky with want. That, mixed with the sight of her in that dress and on full display, nearly has him cumming again on the spot. He positions himself back between her legs, a place he’s glad to be, and she’s hooked her leg over his shoulder again as he gets back to work.
“You’re so good to me, Icchan--” She doesn’t know what she’s saying, Ichiban’s tongue driving her wild. “--so sogood.”
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“Oh, I got you something!”
“Are we still in--”
“No, just remembered.”
Cleanup was pretty easy, all things considered. They were just languishing on the bed now, though they have yet to actually change out of said clothes. Nanba wasn’t really up for the trial of getting all the finery off just yet. (He likes how it makes him feel.) Leaning over the bed, he retrieves a box from the side and gestures for Ichiban to close his eyes. Cool metal meets skin as he places something on Ichiban’s head, then “Go check yourself in the mirror.”
One trip to the bathroom later, Ichiban’s already gushing and about to tackle Nanba with an overjoyed hug, only to be stopped by a raised hand. “Not in the dress, Ichi.”
“It’s so-- it’s Erdrick’s circlet! Where did you get this? How’d you get this?”
“Eh, I have my ways.”
Nanba spent many a night working on this. It was a spur of the moment decision to do the scene itself, but they still had to get the cosplay and all, so it was a lot less impromptu than he’d like to think. But it gave him an excuse to finally gift him the circlet he’d found a while ago. Ichi’s birthday was too far off for him to say it was for that. But seeing the look on his face made it worth it.
And then he realizes he’s given such a nice gift after cosplay sex.
Ichiban thinks the way his face and ears turn red is extremely cute, though Nanba huffs and turns away when it’s pointed out aloud.
“Wanna go for a walk?”
“Sure.”
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It was late, so they just decided to keep everything on. Okay… except for the horns. (And the silk gloves.) The confidence that came with being Yumiko only went so far, but she did at least bring a parasol with her to complete the look. Ichiban’s shirt was buttoned back up so that he could be in his proper Hero’s Outfit, gloves and all. Knowing the collar lay under his self-proclaimed Hero’s Scarf made it tempting to go back upstairs for another round, but no. They were taking a walk, may as well stick to it.
But, of course, it could only be calm for so long in a place like Ijincho.
“We walked up on a couple o’cosplayers, bro!
Check out the dorky dude with the doofy fro!”
Ugh, no. One of those freestyling bastards again. Wasn’t it a bit late? He continues, somehow ignoring the annoyed expression making itself known on Yumiko’s face.
(Everyone always pointed out Ichiban’s hair like it wasn’t a charm point. The bit was stale after the fourth or fifth go.)
“And his four-eyed--” Wow. “--no-titty goth girlfriend!
You two’re kinda old to be playin’ pretend.”
While the one holding a skateboard stifled a laugh behind the back of his gloved hand, Yumiko’s grip tightened on her parasol, and Ichiban was already tapping his bat against the ground in preparation.
“Oh? Oh? You wanna fight?”
“Only way I see you quieting down.”
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He’s one of the usual punks of Ijincho, something even she can handle alone at this point. The back and forth’s so basic she hardly wants to pay attention, but when she sees the opening, she takes it. One shoulder check into a parasol-assisted leg sweep later and she’s got him at her mercy, holding one leg up as she looks down at him. She can hear bat clashing against skateboard behind her.
You got this, Yumiko, you're the Queen of Darkness. Give 'em the Joon-gi sharpness. "Apologize." Every syllable dances on a knife's edge, and the cocky look in the thug's eyes wavers for a moment. Almost got him.
"Tch, fuck you!" he cried, awfully bold for someone who's ankle was in Yumiko's grasp. He gets a moment to realize just what his mistake is when the free hand lifts the skirt just enough so that she can lift her heeled foot and stomp. Just like Sa-chan showed him. The siren-like scream stops Ichiban and his opposing thug short, both stopping to see a heel grinding the poor man's pelvis into dick paste. "A-pol-o-gize," she repeats, making sure to convey that he's nothing more than dirt underfoot through her gaze. It seems to have taken this time, as he flinches with every emphasized syllable before sobbing out apologies, which gets her to let out a huff of annoyance and release his leg to see how Ichiban's faring. And... the two of them are just staring.
"Wh-- Where'd you even learn to--" The question's stopped before it can even finish by the usual Nanba stare.
"You know exactly where. Don't even start."
"I-- right..."
Ichiban turns back to the skateboarder, who’s turned pale and lowered his board. Just when he’s about to ask whether they still needed to continue, he’s already giving repeated and apologetic bows of the head while handing over 5000 yen. “We’ll just leave, we’ll just leave!” He says in a panic, already backing towards his friend to try and scoop him up. “We are so sorry, please have a good night.”
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They’re sitting on a bench in Hamakita Park, trying some American snack called funnel cake as the breeze made Yu nostalgic.
It was nothing, back when he first stayed here. Just something he let fall into the background because it wasn’t as important as why he’d come to Ijincho in the first place. But now… now he can appreciate it. The salt in the air, the slight chill. All the more reason to huddle closer to Ichiban, glad to have that extra bit of warmth. The Ferris wheel spins in the distance, colors playing across the water below, and he gets an idea.
“Hey, Ichi.”
“Yeah, Nanba?”
“We should ride the wheel sometime.”
He can feel Ichiban tense next to him, nervous laughter leaving the man as he manages to croak out “It’s kinda spooky up there, dont’cha think?”
"You could hold my hand during the scary parts."
"Hm... anything for you, my Queen," he chimes, causing Yu to sigh and lean his head on Ichiban's shoulder with a smile.
"Ah, my hero~"