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Another evening in the Hayakawa household. Power is dashing from corner to corner, chasing her cat, Nyako.
A great, loud crash is heard, as a beautiful chinese vase topples over to the devil girl's feet. She shrieks, and one would think out of fear, but that's not the case. She's thrilled by her mess, bursting out in deranged laughter, kicking the freshly broken glass around and making blood gush out of the many little cuts on her feet. It seems, Aki's time to relax has been cut short. The thud reaches his room with ease, making him reluctantly put out his cigarette, more than half of which was still good to go.
"What a waste..." he thinks, still leaning out of the open window. The dark-haired guy takes a deep breath before raising himself off the frame, as the noise in the living room grows louder, and as the room nextdoor, Denji's, grows more silent. Which is a weird thing to be concerned about, right? Wrong. Denji, of all people, being quiet is never a good sign. Especially when it's Power throwing a party like this. If he was in the right mind, he'd be right next to her, helping wreck more shit around the house. But it wasn't that way today. His room was shut and silent. Aki didn't even want to think about what was happening in there. Actually, he knew. He just didn't want the thought to evolve any farther. Hayakawa rolled his sleeves up and swung open the door, Power freezing like a deer in the headlights in front of him, cracking a big, awkward smile's-worth of sharp teeth. Nyako quickly scrambled under the couch; Power followed, cramming herself underneath as quickly as she could. When approached by Aki, both hissed from under the sofa. He crouched... This was gonna be a long evening.
Denji's eyes grew wide as he made contact with a freshly turned page. Less than a second later, he loudly shut his magazine and tossed it at the wall opposite of his bed, in one panicked motion.
He felt anger stirring up within him. What the hell was that?! He wouldn't be caught dead looking at things like that!
The magazine fluttered open as it slid down the wall and flopped on the floor, leaving the awful spread on display again. Denji punched his eyes shut with the heels of his hands, falling back on his bed from the impact and groaning to himself, as if in pain from what he had just seen, and the fact he's now seen it twice, both against his will.
It was a man. A naked man. He wanted it gone from his mind, but it was already too late. Burnt in. Actual tears welled in his eyes as he violently rubbed them with the palms of his hands.
"I'm not a fag..! Not a fag! I'm straight!" he mumbled, so quiet and despairing, the walls ate up the sound, making it seem like there was no noise at all. His face was hot and red. He told himself it's because he rubbed his hands on his face so much.
Then, tears stopped spilling in a blink of an eye, as Denji came to a great realization.
Admittedly, the spread also featured a woman. A fine lady getting laid by the man he saw. Gears turned in Denji's head.
"There's a woman on the other side of the spread, so it's not gay!" the genius thought struck him, making him jump out of the bed and pick up the magazine like nothing happened. He lowered his hand into his pants again, staring at the two pages. His dick was rock hard. Come to think of it, he's never actually seen a guy with no clothes on before... His eyes wandered to the left side of the spread now and then, sneaking guilty glances at the man. Damn, he was mighty fine too... Denji soon took ahold of the left side alone, leaving the right one hanging down and out of his sight. He was jerking off to a naked guy. Mumbling to himself how it's not gay, that's there's a lady on the spread, despite not looking at her at all, huffing, panting as his hand grew rapid, his mouth gaping wide, drool landing on the black-haired model on the page..
Denji held his breath, feeling his gut start to burn a familiar way. He was gonna cum. As the room was just starting to fill with its regular clapping sounds, the door creaked open.. It was too late.
In a moment of panic, Denji reaches his orgasm. Perhaps the worst way to. He grunts, trying to hold back, to steer this in another direction, to save it- but he's already over the edge, which makes him shoot out even more cum than usual. A choked moan gets stuck in his throat as semen splats on the page, on his abdomen, chest... His vision gets dark from the pleasure.
Once his vision fades in, however, he's greeted with his worst nightmare.
Aki stands in the doorway, dropping Power, who he was previously dragging by the hair, onto the floor from shock. His face quickly wrinkles in disgust, and he swings the door back closed- Denji's hands are right there to stop it. He dashes out of the bed with his junk still out and about just to stop Aki from leaving. Just to explain.
"It's not-"
He's interrupted by loud, jeering laughter. Power's off the ground and already running towards the exit.
"I'll tell the whole department Denji's wanks to guuuys!" the laughter escalates as the door slams shut behind her. Denji doesn't hesitate to chase after the menace, but a forceful hand stops him and keeps him at an arm's distance.
Silence falls, before Aki takes it upon himself to break it.
"First thing's first, get dressed.
Second. The department is closed. She'll just bang on the windows again and leave, like usual." he hisses, rubbing his eyes with two fingers in irritation.
"Aki, you don't think I'm gay, right? I'm not gay." Denji pesters the other, hint of nervousness in his voice.
"You've been nothing but overwhelmingly straight, yes." Aki ignores the page he saw Denji bust a load on minutes ago, going along with pretty much everything Denji says just to get him to put his clothes back on.
"Hah! Exactly! And that black-haired guy didn't even look good, I was all about the chick.
I'm so not gay I'd fuck a guy like him just to show how much I hate it!"
His last words made Aki uneasy. He hasn't exactly seen the model up close, but he did hear Denji mention the model's hair was black just now. Hayakawa gave the other a cold look and took a step back.
"I wanna fuck a guy to make sure I'm not gay."
"That doesn't concern me. Rent a prostitute or something." Aki answered, uninterested.
"Let me fuck you," Denji let his thoughts slip out without thinking, "please."
Aki, looking at the floorboards, noticed something move in his peripheral. God damn it, Denji was hard. He didn't want to see it. His eyes shut so tight it made his lids tremble, flashing him bits of what he saw anyway.. It was useless. Burnt in.
He didn't want to admit it, he was turned on too. He's been pent up for so long. Months.
There was no way he'd give in to Denji of all people.
Not right now. He was above it.
Much more mature.
..There wasn't anyone in what felt like forever that would suggest anything sexual to Aki. People have been intimidated by him. But Denji wasn't.
Aki took two steps into the room, locking the door behind him and shuffling with his pants, badly trying to cover up his desperation with a collected tone.
"Get on the bed, face down. That's the only way I'm agreeing to this."
Realistically, there was no way he could turn down Denji. Denji's easy sex. Denji's the one begging for it. He's probably slept around with every chick in the department by now. So why not? Why ...
Aki's pants drop down to the floor. He slips them off his ankles, and, almost tripping, makes his way towards the bed.
"Hey, no! I wanna do the fucking, not get fucked! Getting fucked seems gay."
"You wanted to prove you hate gay shit, right? Lay down, Denji. I won't say it twice."
"Fuck no! I'm-"
Aki yanks Denji by the collar of his shirt and slams him down in bed, towering above.
Denji's cock throbs, sticking straight up. It's so painfully close to touching Aki's ass. Denji swallows. The blond gathers the courage and humps his hips up, hoping to close the distance. And oh god, he does. Although Aki still had his boxers on, getting his cock hugged by something as warm as two asscheeks felt mind-blowing to Denji. His hips go up and down on their own, his hands gripping Aki's waist as he hotdogs his ass, soaking the boxer fabric in his precum.
"Denji." Aki's breath gets noticeably heavier, "Turn around.. That's enough."
"Ffuck.. Just a bit more, Aki, let me fuck more, I'm gonna cum.." Denji barely manages to huff out his words, digging his cock deeper into Aki's asscheeks. It's now been multiple times that his tip firmly pressed on the other's rim through the boxers, making the fabric sink and get tight.
Denji grabs Aki's tie and roughly slams their lips together. His free hand pulls at the band of Hayakawa's boxers, teasing, promising to let his achingly hard cock out, yet pulling so terribly slow. It appears, the blond is far from stupid when it comes to sex. He knows how to tease just right. Aki's hand rudely slips in under Denji's, yanking the damn boxers down in one go. He rips out of the kiss, as if diving out of the sea. Huffing, wet with sweat and drool, he gets two fingers in his mouth, and then, with no trouble, he slips them in his ass.
"You've done that before, haven't you, Aki? So... huff.. I'll be on top, 'cause you're the fag.. and I'm straight." Denji points out, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.
"Just.. shut up." Aki mumbles as he tampers with his ponytail; it elegantly falls down into a pile of slightly wavy black locks. It's always such a relief to take his hair down.. He hasn't gotten to do it often with how much work they've been doing lately.
Hairband in his teeth, he sits a little closer to Denji, on his abdomen.
"Do you know what to do from here?" Aki mouths, his speech a bit muffled by the band.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Denji bites the other end of the band with his sharp teeth, pulling the other in hungrily, making them touch noses.
"...But tell me just in case I'm thinkin' of somethin' different."
So, he didn't know. It wasn't too huge of a shocker, and yet, still, Hayakawa blinked, his eyes opened a bit wider than usual, his lips cracking into a dumb smile - he couldn't believe someone so horny could be so clueless. Then again, the guy's only heard of how to have straight sex until now. That was about to change.
Aki sighed, breathing the last of his hesitation out. He was doing this. Doing this...with Denji. His face scrunched up in disgust again. Why was he enjoying this? Was he really pent up to the point he didn't care who it was with? It's Denji, someone he hates, someone who barely showers or brushes his teeth.. And yet, having him eye to eye, breathing heavy, drooling, grunting impatiently, felt good.
Having someone lust over him like a dog felt good. Having Denji's hot hands at his disposal, having Denji's cock twitch against his ass... Aki closed the distance between their lips, hairtie wrapped around his tongue, passing it onto Denji's, inviting him to swirl it around their mouths, almost play with it... Denji accepts the invitation, his cock throbbing excitedly. The guys' tongues siwrl on top of each other, almost as if they're fighting, wrestling each other for a spot on top. This is as far as Denji's ever gotten in terms of sex. He felt like his cock was gonna burst just from being kissed this way. This felt better than kissing any girl he's kissed before. Granted, his history of kisses was mostly quite sad..
Aki's lips were rough and thin. But fuck, he kissed so good. His tongue was long and slightly pointed.. Denji felt around the other's mouth curiously.
"I like this... I like this, I like this, I like this!"
his mind screamed, his cheeks felt hot.
"I like Aki..!" Denji didn't notice how the thought escaped his lips aloud as they broke the kiss, panting for air. Shit.
"Let me get my cock in you.. Aki.." he breathes out, prodding at Hayakawa's rim with his wet, glossy tip.. drool pouring out the side of his mouth.
"I wanna fuck you with my cock.."
The blond almost whines out when Aki backs up slightly, the tip of Denji's cock slipping inside. "Ffuck..! Hot, hot, hot! It's so hot and wet!!" Denji's eyes roll back into his skull at Aki's movement. "Do that more please... Aki..." his hips thrust up needily, pushing his cock in an inch further. "Aki... Yeah..." Denji says breathlessly.
The dark-haired guy holds back from moaning out, squeezed breaths escaping his throat... Fuck, Denji's cock is huge. He's never had anything this big inside him before.. and Denji was barely halfway inside.
"Hff... This... Is how you have sex with a guy. You shove it in the ass, then out. Think you can do it?" Denji nods excessively. He understood.
The guy's rough hands grip Aki's waist.. He bites his lip as Aki's warm rim stretches wider around his cock. His head falls back in bed, mouth now open wide.
"Fuck, Aki, you feel so good... Let me do this everyday..." The blond didn't even know what he was saying at this point.
"Maybe if you shut up." Aki whispered out, slightly irritated, when a pleasured scream tore through his throat right after. "Ahghn!!"
Denji pounded his cock balls-deep inside Aki, moaning his name. He seems to have taken a liking to the way Hayakawa's name felt when it left his lips.
"Fuck...Denji, slow it down." The black-haired guy growls and clenches tight around the other's cock, making him freeze up in pleasure.
"I'll take it from here."
"Aki... Please, I wanna.." Denji reaches up to Aki's face the way a person dying of thirst would reach for a glass of water.
"You'll get to when I'm more used to your stupidly huge size. If you thrust once more, I'll never let you do this again." To which the blond gulps, behaving like a puppy. Aki visibly softens.
He hesitates, before taking Denji's reaching hand and interlocking it with his.
"I promise this'll feel good."
Denji observes from under his furrowed golden eyebrows, hint of hostility on his face.
That hostility is a fast goner as Denji feels slow circles getting drawn on his hips by Aki's ass.
"Oh.. ohh... oohhh, yeah.." Denji closes his eyes and feels his head spin as the other grinds on him, the blond's tongue rolling out of his mouth, his cock leaking a river of pre inside Aki. "More..." he pleads, pleasured out of his mind, his hand shuddering in Aki's. A grin creeps on Hayakawa's face as he watches Denji melt down. He can't help but push himself harder onto the other's dick, watching a new wave of bliss crash over the guy again and again, knocking him off his feet, swallowing him whole and drowning him within itself. Hums seep out of Aki's bitten lip. He's enjoying himself. Fuck, he's falling in love with the way this cock feels. He wants it everyday, just like Denji wants his ass. He, unlike the other, just has the mind to keep it to himself.
Once the circles grow smooth and seamless, Aki raises himself, meeting Denji's worried amber eyes,
"Is this it? You're done? Please don't be done yet.." written all over his face. Aki smiles... This idiot doesn't even know what it's like to get ridden on top of. He takes Denji's other hand as a comforting gesture; his ass slides down the length of the shaft, following its shape lovingly.
"God, what a gut-full.." Aki thinks, failing to suppress a grunt from escaping him. His hands cling into the blond's tighter.
To say Denji's relieved is to say nothing. Aki sitting back on his entire cock with such ease punches all the air out his lungs in one big, pleasured exhale.
"I think I'm gonna die..." he mutters, making Aki chuckle. There's nothing more gratifying than making someone feel this good.
"Should I stop or do that again?" Aki asks, knowing the answer already. Denji responds with a needy shallow hump.
"Remember this. If you weren't patient, you wouldn't have felt any of this. So be-"
"So be patient." Denji gulps, finishing Aki's sentence and searching for confirmation in Aki's gaze; him interrupting the other being a crystal clear display of impatience somehow flying over his head.
"Yeah... Still needs some work." Aki smirks and raises his ass up once more, watching Denji spark up with anticipation.. He crashes it back down onto his dick, his vision of Denji cutting off as his own eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure. With that, his composure is lost. He isn't the collected one anymore. He moans along with Denji, getting his ass impaled by his huge, veiny devil dick.
"Hhah.. Hhfff... Aki, can I..?" Denji begs. Aki gives a worn out nod in response, his hair sticking to his face from the sweat.
Two rough hands, decorated in scars and dents of every kind, grip both Aki's asscheeks tightly. He shudders from the sudden sensation.
"Fuck... This is the fucking best..." The blond toys with the other's asscheeks, loosening and tightening his grip on them. Aki's ass is toned, masculine, thin.. It's not femininity in Aki that Denji's attracted to.
Then what?..
He doesn't want to think about it.
"Go for it." Aki gently encourages the other.
He then feels his weight get raised up, now being held firmly by the hips.
Hayakawa loses his grip on his surroundings, what day or year it is, what his name is, as he gets slammed down and rammed into by Denji.
Denji... that's the only thing he remembers. Denji fucking his brains out in his messy bedroom.
Aki gasps, yells, getting thrown up and down ruthlessly, Denji's hips violently pounding back into him before he even gets to land onto his cock. Everything inside burns in a way he can't get enough of.
"Yeah..! Offhh! Denji!" Aki screams, his voice breaking into rasp. It feels as if they're flooring the gas pedal, about to crash into concrete.
"Aki.. Ghhnn,Aki, Aki..." Denji clenches his teeth, hungrily moaning Aki's name, as if it's something that belongs to him. His hips won't stop loudly slamming in and out, his cock burying itself and hitting Aki's spot over and over again. Tears stream down Aki's pale face as he helplessly leans into Denji, any word he's trying to say getting interrupted with moans. Nobody else would, but Denji understood what this meant.
"I'm gonna... Inside..!" The blond's speech goes entirely primal.
The black-haired guy wraps his hands around Denji's neck and moans "uh-huhs" in his ear - he can't afford to say it any better with how hard he's being fucked. It seems they've both forgotten how to speak.
Denji's cock rams full-force into Aki's good spot as both of them scream out. An intense shock strikes the two. It's here.
Pleasure tears through their bodies like a bomb detonating, smashing all their insides together into one burning mess.
Denji's thrusts grow sloppy as cum shoots out of his cock, load after load, his eyes rolling far back into his head, his unrestrained moans filling the entire house as he fills Aki to the brim with semen, making him gasp out for air as if he's choking.
As he feels Denji's thrusts come to a hault, Aki whines, begging Denji with all his being to thrust just once more.. And thrust once more he does. Aki's stomach bulges out, his cock erupting with cumshots onto Denji's chest. "Yeah! Yeahhn..!! Ohfhhn, fuck!" Aki buries one of his hands in his jet black hair, unable to handle the pleasure. His body presses tightly into Denji's, spasming and shuddering, as if he's seeking protection, being violently attacked with pleasure. Denji pulls him in and holds him until he's more down to earth...
They finally look at each other, panting, satisfied out of their minds. They see completely different people compared to who they were when they entered this room together.
Denji gives Aki a stern look, taking one of his hands into his, seemingly ready for a fight over what he's about to bring up.
"I think this means I'm... Into you.. Even if you're a stupid asshole I hate. I think I'm, like, really into you. And I wanna do this again." he seeks to make eye contact with Aki, his stare dead serious, like he's talking about committing a crime.
Aki gives him a weak but reassuring smile, "You better.. Dumbass." and puts his lips on top of Denji's.. The night grows dark behind the curtains.
The morning after, Aki's up at precisely 6. It's a military-style habit he's developed upon joining the department.. He likes being punctual.
Yesterday, however, he broke out of schedule for the first time in months, falling asleep past midnight. Bad influence.
His eyes cracked open reluctantly.. The sun had barely risen and he was already sick of today.
Aki raised himself in bed, his hand running through his dark hair to get it out of his face, then feeling around for a cig on the bedside table.
He quickly realizes, at the absence of a bedside table where it should be, that it's not his bed he's laying in. The dimly lit room becomes a bit clearer around him... He then fliches at the sight of Denji, half-naked by his side in bed - thousands of thoughts blast through his mind. Yesterday was real. It was only just now setting in. He thought, maybe, just maybe, it could've been a dream, spawned by his sex deprivation.. But Denji was right there at his side, sleeping with his mouth wide open, snoring to himself, faint white stains visible on his shirt. As real as it gets.
Aki's eyebrows furrow in somewhat of an inner panic. He realizes he's crossed a line he can't uncross. Regret and rage fill his body as he recalls yesterday night... He hates every second of it. His body, however, expresses the opposite. All that rage floods somewhere below...The blanket rises into a tent shape in place of his crotch, his heart thumps the air out of his lungs with heavy beats. He drags a hand down his face... What a mess.
He doesn't agree with it. He acknowledges he made a mistake falling for Denji's puppy eyes yesterday. But that's all it was. A mistake he won't repeat. He'll just never look Denji in the face again. He'll just move out, he'll ask Makima to recoordinate Denji into a different squad. One day, he'll manage to forget this.
And yet, pushing Denji away so desperately turned him on more. He knew he was trying to get him out of his head because he was so fucking into him. A second hand ran down his face... He was so tired of feelings.
Anger seamlessly changed to sadness as he realized the blond was probably gonna forget this night easily and move on to sleep with other people..But Aki wouldn't be able to.
"If that's the case, Denji..." he thought to himself, leaning into Denji's parted lips.
"I'll steal one more kiss to remember."
Aki pushed his lips onto Denji's, his hands gripping the blond by his shirt as he kissed him so greedily.. so angrily.
"This is what you get for making me catch feelings, motherfucker.
Let me take in all of you before you go." Aki's eyes shut, his tongue snaking around Denji's, exploring every corner of his mouth in reach, coating it in his saliva, marking his territory.. He wanted to make this taste linger in Denji's mouth for at least one more day.
Denji's eyes shoot open at first, but are quick to droop halfway closed as he realizes what's happening. Now that he's awake, he shows initiative in the kiss, responding to Aki's hungry tongue swirls with his own. "This is better than breakfast..." Denji's eyes close back up in bliss. "I wanna eat Aki..." his tongue crashed against Aki's, wrestling it for dominancy. It was so hot in there... As if they were melting together through their mouths.
Aki couldn't tell where his or Denji's tongue was anymore. All he felt was getting intertwined with Denji... Their tongues swimming in a sea of each other's drool, so hot it felt like lava. Covering each other in it, their hands feeling each other's bodies up and down, their crotches lustfully grinding on each other, the only thing separating them being the blanket, precum stains growing wider and wider on it as the guys made more friction. Aki tore away from Denji's lips, panting, string of spit stretching between them.
"Woah... Way to wake up.
Mornin' topknot..." Denji panted, wiping drool off the side of his mouth with the back of his hand, "What's gotten you so hot 'n' bothered?" a devilish grin grew on his face. He knew. And the fact he was so aware drove Aki crazy. How come an idiot like him got to be so hot? It just wasn't fair.
In a fit of anger, Aki yanked Denji up by his shirt, hissing out words in his face like they were poison.
"Listen up, Denji. I'm not one to be toyed with. If you wanna play around and explore some guys, the door's right there. Scram."
Denji tilted his head like a dog would.
"Guys? I don't want guys, I already got one." He squeezed Aki's wrist until he loosened his grip on Denji's shirt and let him fall back in bed.
"And," he continued, rolling his amber eyes, "you're in my room, in my bed, on toppa'me. Not exactly a position to be tellin' me I gotta get outta here." his unnaturally red tongue stuck out amongst his sharp teeth in a smug manner.. Sometimes, Aki managed to forget Denji wasn't entirely human, despite him yanking on his pull-string all the damn time, turning into a revving chainsaw monster. Hayakawa's mind wandered off...
He imagined getting fucked by Chainsaw man himself. Pressed into the ground harshly, Denji's head right next to Aki's, threatening to saw him in half if he didn't obey. Pounding him like an animal... Like a devil. A string of drool ran down Aki's chin, Denji catching the droplet on its way down the other's neck, licking it all the way up to his lips. That easily grounded Aki from his daydream... Floored him, even.
"Who's.. the lucky bastard you're into?" Aki dared to ask, smirking.. He knew too.