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It was the middle of a frigid downpour at the very end of November and Yamato Endo was out for a walk. Despite being barely midday the sky was so dark the sun could easily have set and the weather bordered just a couple degrees above turning to snow. Not another soul was out and Endo whistled a peppy tune to himself as he strolled.
There was so much rain pouring down the sidewalks were a river and Endo’s shoes were soaked, so he took the excuse to freely splash in puddles as he went. His overlarge black umbrella kept his curly hair dry and his black bomber jacket kept his torso warm, so cold feet were a small price to pay for a little whimsy.
He was just considering ducking into a corner store to buy an ice-cream when he rounded the corner and saw the first other human out in this weather. Endo paused to watch them, lumbering slowly along, no umbrella or hood up against the downpour.
He’d know that yellow jacket and wooden geta combination anywhere, the day offering him the prospect of an even sweeter treat.
“Yo, Shishitoren!” Endo called out. Togame gave no indication of hearing him. Figuring the rain was drowning him out Endo ambled up to the other man and slapped his shoulder in greeting.
Togame immediately punched him. The hit didn’t land, but only just.
Swinging nimbly to the side, Endo shouted “Woah, it’s just me dude!”
Togame gave no indication of recognizing Endo, continuing to swing at him. Endo had to dance around the hail of blows to keep his nose intact. He eventually managed to get a good look at Togame’s eyes through his plastered bangs. The irises were clouded and dark, no longer their normal vivid green and his sclera were shot with red. Togame was in a battle rage.
A kick swung towards Endo’s face. He blocked it with his left forearm, feeling it pulse with pain from the force of the blow. A smile carved across Endo’s face, cheeks burning with glee.
“Hey, buuuuddy.” He purred, dropping his umbrella and preparing to take Togame seriously. That blow had felt just like the one Sakura had landed all that time ago, and Endo’s interest was piqued. Togame was normally so well behaved and there was no tension between the teams these days, so legitimate chances to battle were rare. Endo gave thanks to whatever had made Togame snap as he squared up to the man.
With a roar Togame charged him, with all the reckless ferocity of a wild boar.
Endo met Togame’s tackle head on, hands on the man’s shoulders, sneakers skidding back against the pavement. They deadlocked a moment, gauging each other’s strength.
Togame withdrew his momentum suddenly, setting Endo off balance, and dove lower, taking Endo at the knees and crashing them both to the pavement. Togame was immediately looming over Endo, fist pulled back to strike. Endo tucked and rolled, narrowly dodging having his face reconstructed.
Springing to his feet Endo let fly a series of kicks, which Togame stoically blocked before charging once again. This time Endo dodged him, skidding to the side. But Togame seemed to anticipate his dodge, shifting his momentum into a wide swing that caught Endo on the shoulder. Ignoring the pain from the blow Endo took advantage of the split second gap in Togame’s guard to land a jab to his jaw. Both withdrew, guard up, circling the other.
They could clearly go on doing this all day, their strengths nearly matched. But Endo was starting to feel cold and didn’t want to catch sick, so he needed some way to shock Togame out of his battle rage. The perfect idea came to him as Togame wiped blood from his lips with a thumb.
Rushing in, Endo ducked under Togame’s arms and got right in his face. He put both hands on Togame’s face, cupping his smooth cheeks. Togame snatched Endo’s wrists, trying to pry him off. Endo took advantage of the brief moment he wasn’t being punched to bring their mouths together.
What’s less expected during a brawl than a kiss? Togame’s lips were coppery with blood and cold as death as Endo’s tongue slid over them, probing into the other man’s mouth. For a moment Endo was afraid his plan was a failure and Togame was going to bite his tongue off. But gradually the grasp on his wrists relaxed, as did Togame’s mouth. For a long, slow moment they were simply kissing in the pouring rain.
Togame drew back first, blinking rapidly.
“Endo?” He asked, noticing his grip on Endo’s wrists and letting go. “What, happened?”
Licking his lips, Endo withdrew his hands from Togame’s face, looking deep into the man’s eyes as he did. They were no longer muddy and dark, their green returned. Still bloodshot, but lucid.
“No clue.” Endo shrugged, picking up his umbrella and righting it over the two of them. “I found you like this.”
He watched Togame examine his hands, every knuckle freshly split and oozing blood. Without the rain to wash it Togame’s face was in much the same state, split and bleeding from multiple places, only one of those blows being from Endo.
Togame pulled his jacket tighter around himself, starting to shiver.
“Come on, kitten. Let’s get home before you freeze to death. I live close.” Endo offered him.
He didn’t argue, following beside Endo the short walk to his apartment complex. Togame was silent and brooding the whole ride up the elevator, still staring at his hands as though they held the answers to his condition.
“Thank you for having me.” Togame mumbled, stepping out of his geta in the entrance way.
“Yea, yea. Bathroom’s that way, go strip.” Endo pointed to a frosted glass door down the hall.
But Togame was lost in thought again, staring glass-eyed into the distance, shivering.
Sighing, Endo took him by the lapels of his Shishitoren jacket and dragged him inside. Togame obeyed his guidance, moving stiffly. Once inside the spacious bathroom Endo turned on the standing shower and let the water warm up as Togame continued to simply stand and shiver.
“I was hoping the next time I undressed you it would be a little sexier.” Endo teased, helping Togame out of his jacket.
“Sorry.” Came the muttered reply, barely comprehensible through chattering teeth.
“Whatever. Arms up.” He slid off Togame’s soaked sweatshirt and tossed it towards the dryer. “You’ll just have to make it up to me.”
Togame didn’t respond, or react at all as Endo slid his sweatpants and boxers off. Slightly worried Togame was hypothermic Endo steered the man by the shoulders into the warm shower. Warm, but not scalding, didn’t want to shock his system too much. A sigh escaped Togame’s blue lips as the water hit him.
Satisfied his guest wasn’t going to immediately keel over Endo set to stripping off his own soaked clothes. Gathering everything up, he fished out their phones, set them on the counter, threw their clothes in the washer and hit the start button. He returned to the glass walled shower and found Togame with his face angled up into the water, eyes closed, face pinched.
“You good by yourself, bud?”
Togame shook his head.
“Then scoot over, I’m cold too.”
Endo closed the shower door behind him as Togame made room under the shower head. Endo immediately increased the temperature, causing them both to sigh in relief. Despite them both being large men the space inside the shower stall was comfortable and they didn’t have to touch if they didn’t want to.
Endo felt arms wrap around him from behind, Togame encircling his neck and resting his face against the back of Endo’s head.
“Tell me what happened?” Endo could barely hear him over the sound of the water running.
“Not much.” He replied, a hand resting unconsciously on Togame’s arm. “I saw you while taking a walk, hailed you, and you attacked me.”
Togame groaned, arms tightening slightly.
“Then we brawled, I realized you were lost in battle rage, and I did something to snap you out of it.”
“You kissed me.”
“Worked, didn’t it?”
Arms hugged around Endo.
“Thank you.”
“Yea, yea.” Endo dismissed, adjusting them slightly so the water was less in his eyes. “Any clue what brought that on?”
The response was so long in coming Endo wonder if Togame had nodded off on him.
“You can’t laugh.” The hairs on the back of Endo’s neck tickled with Togame’s breath.
“No promises.”
“I...got jumped.”
Endo laughed, hard.
Togame transformed his embrace into a choke-hold, slowly strangling the laughter out of Endo, who continued to howl even while coughing.
“You dick.” Togame said, some weary amusement creeping into his previously lifeless voice.
Endo continued laughing through his strangulation and eventually Togame gave it up and released him. Endo slumped against the shower wall, laughing anew and Togame took advantage of having the shower to himself, a smile haunting his own lips.
Eventually Endo caught his breath long enough to stop cackling. Wiping his eyes with the back of a hand he insisted, “You have to tell me everything.”
“I’m not telling you shit.” Countered Togame, the color returning to his skin with the warmth of the shower.
“Pleeeeease?” Begged Endo, tugging at Togame’s elbow, who swatted him away.
Exaggerating a sigh, Togame reasoned, “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Absolutely the fuck not.”Endo confirmed. “Now tell me how the famed and feared second-in-command of Shishitoren got his ass jumped.”
Togame turned away, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s embarrassing.”
It was Endo’s turn to slip arms around Togame, circling his waist and pulling the man close to him, pressing them back to stomach.
“This help?” Endo rested his chin on Togame’s shoulder.
“Yes, actually.” Togame blushed, hoping the heat from the shower disguised his flushed ears.
“Now, spill.”
“Fine. It’s not very interesting. I just, wasn’t paying attention to what was going on around me and a bunch of punks took advantage of that. They snuck up on my while I was distracted and got some hits in.”
From the state of Togame’s face Endo felt that ‘some hits’ was an understatement. There were bruises blooming on his limb and around his ribs as well, from where he clearly got kicked while down. Endo was cautious not to hold those areas too tightly, keeping his arms around Togame’s waist.
“When I got my wits back I just, lost it.” Togame admitted, running his hands under the falling water. The cuts on his knuckles still bled weakly.
“How many were there?”
“Dunno, dozen or so.”
“Any of them still breathing?”
“I left them all knocked out. I hope they drown in the rain.” Togame said bitterly
“You remember their faces?”
Endo felt something rumble deep in Togame’s chest as he replied, “That’s all I remember.”
“Good boy.” Endo brushed his lips over Togame’s skin, watching the goosebumps form. He peeked over the man’s shoulder to see if his interest had been aroused, and was rewarded. Endo’s own arousal was piqued by the thought of Togame going feral. He loved when kind people lost themselves to instinct. He started tracing his fingers up and down Togame’s torso.
“What had you so distracted?” He asked.
Togame’s body went stiff in response. Before Endo could register what was happening Togame had spun around and grabbed his wrists, pinning them both against the shower wall and pressing them chest to chest. His face was bright red but his green eyes were clear as Togame answered,
“You. I was thinking about you, Endo.”
“Oh.” Was all Endo could manage to reply.
Then they were kissing again. Deep, lustful kisses. Endo was pinned by Togame’s strength, unable to run his hands through the man’s hair or drag his nails down his back. So he put all his lust into his mouth and teeth and tongue. He bit at Togame’s already split lip and dragged his tongue along his perfect teeth.
They were heady with lust, bodies crushed together and slippery with water, hard cocks grinding against one another. Togame shifted his grasp from Endo’s wrists to his hands, lacing theirs together, but keeping the other man pinned to the wall of the shower.
Neither of them noticed said shower growing cooler, that was, until the moment it picked to give up the ghost and douse them with ice cold water.
Both yelped, lust forgotten. Endo had the presence of mind to turn off the tap to put a stop to their literal cold shower. They both stood there a moment, gasping for breath and in shock from the cold plunge they’d just taken. Then Togame started laughing, deep booming laughs that doubled him over. Hands on his knees he was consumed with hysterics at the absurdity of his day. Endo was slowly pulled into his laughter, starting with a few weak chuckles but evolving into full throated laughter from him as well.
After a long time they calmed down enough to exit the shower and start drying off. Endo handed Togame a plush white towel.
Getting a look at his face in the mirror Togame flinched.
“I look like shit.”
“Sure do, bud.”
“I’m gonna get blood on your towel.”
“They’re white for a reason, easy to bleach.” Endo toweled off his curly hair. “Get dry so I can fix up your injuries.”
“If you show me where the first aid kit is, I can do it myself.”
Endo shot the man a look. “Did I fucking stutter?”
Togame rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. For, everything.”
Endo grunted in reply, still a little sour their shower time betrayed them. He always forgot starting the washing machine cut down on the hot water time. Oh well, there’d be other chances. He’d make sure of it.
He had Togame follow him through the apartment to his room, directing the man to sit on the bed. Togame did as instructed, looking around openly, towel around his shoulders to prevent his hair dripping into Endo’s black sheets.
The room was sparsely furnished, with just a large Western style bed, one bedside table, and a dresser with a television on top. There was also a standing wardrobe, which Endo was sifting through. After a minute he held out a bundle of clothes to Togame.
“These are yours.” He said pointedly, indicating the black sweats he’d borrowed a few weeks back and never returned, despite seeing each other since. “Thanks for, the help that day.”
“Guess we’re even.” Togame pointed out, accepting the clothes and starting to put them on. Endo found himself a black cashmere turtleneck and black joggers, not bothering with underwear.
Retrieving a first aid kit from the dresser Endo climbed onto the bed next to Togame. He picked out a couple large bandages for the man’s split cheeks, forehead and jawbone.
“You really do look like shit.” Endo said for no reason but to be mean.
“I must have looked even worse outside and you still kissed me.” Togame countered, smirking.
“Cram it.” Endo growled.
A few more minutes work had all of Togame’s face and knuckles bandaged, stopping the last of his bleeding.
“Your hands are like ice.” Endo commented, not remembering that to be normal. Togame’s hands had always been warm when they’d touched. Granted, that had only been a handful of times this far.
“I’m still feeling cold.” Togame admitted, rubbing one hand over the other.
“Then say something, dipshit.” Endo admonished, getting up and leaving the room. He returned promptly with a plush black throw blanket, which he draped around Togame’s shoulders.
“Takiishi gets cold easy.” He offered by way of explanation.
“Where is Takiishi?” Togame asked casually, pulling the blanket tighter around him, disappointed it didn’t have Endo’s sccent.
“Out of town for a week.”
“Would he be mad if he knew I was here?”
Endo opened his mouth to answer, the closed it, stroking his chin in thought. After a moment he flopped down on the bed next to Togame on his back and tucked his hands behind his head.
“I honestly have no idea.” He admitted. “I’ve never pushed that boundary.”
“You’ve never had friends over?” Togame asked, incredulous. He had Choji or the other guys over all the time.
Endo shrugged against the sheets. “Takiishi is my friend.”
“What about Shi?”
“Doesn’t count.” Endo dismissed. “We’ve got keys to each others place.”
“Lovers?”
Endo barked a laugh, canines flashing.
“Hotels exist for a reason.”
Togame couldn’t think of a response to that, so he stayed silent.
“It’s not like Takiishi has anyone over either. This is our space.”
“Should I be here?” Togame asked softly.
“I invited you in, didn’t I?” Endo replied, not looking him in the eye.
Togame leaned down and kissed Endo softly.
“Thanks again.” He whispered against Endo’s lips before sitting back up. “I need to make a quick phone call.” He patted his pocket and realized he had no idea where his phone was.
“On the counter in the bathroom.” Endo directed, ignoring the heat in his cheeks.
Togame stood and headed that way, keeping the blanket around his shoulders. He looked so much like Takiishi in that moment Endo couldn’t resist a smile.
And because Endo intrinsically had mischief in his heart, he decided to eavesdrop. Slipping off the bed and out of the room Endo padded silently down the hall until he heard Togame speaking.
“Hey, sweetheart. Good to hear your voice. Yea, I’m here. No, it’s just us. He’s so pathetic. I’ll be here a while, I’d like to spend some time with Endo alone. Ha, I walked into that didn’t I? Okay, I’ll see you later. Bye, love.”
Endo stood with his back to the wall, pondering what he’s just learned.
One, Togame and his ‘cousin’ Shi were a disgustingly cute couple even on the phone.
Two, Togame thought Endo was pathetic, which, fair.
And three, Togame still wanted to spend time with Endo despite that?
He slipped away silently, back to the bedroom, flopping back down on the bed like he’d never moved. Was he upset that Togame thought he was pathetic? It stung a little to hear, but he wasn’t too surprised to find out Togame was two-faced, just like everyone else. It was almost a relief, the man had always been too perfect for Endo to believe. This was good, really.
But if he thought Endo was pathetic, why did Togame still want to spend time with him? Specifically, time alone? Well, that answer was easy. Sex. Endo certainly wasn’t against the prospect of sex with Togame again. To the contrary, if the day passed without them going at it again Endo would be sorely disappointed, especially after one foiled attempt already. Sex was simple after all, he needed to keep his thoughts that way too.
“Keep it simple, stupid.” Endo intoned to himself, eyes closed.
“What?”
Endo opened his eyes to Togame standing next to him, holding out Endo’s phone. He accepted the phone, tucking it in a pocket without checking his messages.
“Nothing. You heading out?” Endo probed, hoping to see Togame squirm.
Togame rubbed the back of his neck with a bandaged hand.
“It’s still pouring outside, do you mind if I stick around?” He asked earnestly.
Endo pretended to think about it.
“Yea, that’s cool.”
“Thanks. By the way, I moved the laundry over to the dryer.”
Endo kicked lazily at Togame. “Guests aren’t supposed to do shit.”
Togame sat down on the bed next to him, blanket still draped around his shoulders.
“Least I could do. Actually, I want to spend the day doing whatever you want to do.”
“What do you mean?” Endo searched Togame’s earnest face, but he didn’t seem to be suggesting sex. There was a specific way the man’s ears flushed when he was being lewd.
“I mean, you said you’ve never had a friend over. Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do with someone, things you can’t do with Takiishi?”
Endo ran a hand through his hair as he thought. Something he couldn’t do with Takiishi? He did everything with Takiishi…
“Do you...play fighting games?” Endo asked, feeling childish, not meeting Togame’s eyes.
“Yea, I’ve played some.”
Endo sat up, face flushing with excitement.
“Let’s have a tournament! I try to play with Takiishi, but he sucks at fighting game and if he loses too many times in a row he throws the controller at my head. Do you have a favorite series? I own all the big titles.”
“I’ll play whichever is your favorite.” Togame smiled. “But I warn you, I’m pretty good.”
“We’ll see about that, punk.” Endo countered, leaping to his feet and leading Togame out into the living room.
It was an immense room and featured a huge television with the latest gaming systems hooked up to it and a fully loaded sound system. The couch was black leather with stainless steel accents and the coffee table matched. A plush black rug kept the chill off their feet.
Endo hit a button to start the electronics booting up and headed towards the kitchen.
“You drink coffee? It’s all we got.”
“Yea, coffee’s fine.” Togame replied, settling into the couch and arranging the blanket over his lap. There were more blankets draped over the back of the couch, all made of soft or silky materials.
Endo returned after a few minutes with a mug for each of them, which Togame accepted gratefully. He was having a concerning amount of trouble feeling warm. He hoped he hadn’t gotten sick wandering however long he had in the freezing rain.
Endo passed him a controller, the man’s face flushed with excitement.
“I’m gonna beat your ass so hard.”
Togame just sipped his coffee with a grin as the ‘Street Fighter’ loading screen booted up.
An hour and much yelling later Endo was the victor, barely. Their hands were cramped and their coffees were stone cold from neglect. Both were cross-legged on the couch, knees pressed together.
“Admit it.” Endo negged, slugging Togame on the shoulder.
“You won, I’m not denying it.” Togame replied, pushing Endo playfully back. “But I bet I can beat you in real life.”
Endo’s grin took on a feral edge. “You’re on, Shishitoren.”
Togame matched his grin, excited for an arm wrestling rematch. They cleared off the coffee table to use as a staging area, both setting up on the floor.
“I’m not suffering from blood loss this time.” Endo reminded, putting his right elbow on the table.
“Excuses, excuses.” Togame taunted, mirroring Endo’s positioning. They grasped hands, grips tight, eyes locked.
“On ‘one’.” Togame instructed. “Three. Two. One!”
Biceps bulged as the boys struggled against each other, right hands deadlocked. Slowly the tide shifted in favor of Endo. Centimeter by centimeter he forced Togame’s hand towards the table. With a final push Endo smashed Togame’s hand onto the table. He whooped in victory, fists pumping to the sky.
“Time for the other arm.” Togame said, looking confident as he propped up his left arm. Endo took it eagerly.
The same countdown repeated and they were deadlocked once more. Endo felt himself sweating in his cashmere sweater, and beads of sweat were visible on Togame’s forehead as well. This time Togame had the edge, initiating a huge push of strength and slamming Endo’s hand down.
Togame smirked in triumph and gave his muscles a pretend kiss. Endo bared his teeth.
“Tie breaker, best two out of three.”
“Which side?” Togame questioned. They couldn’t match their best sides since they were opposite.
“Left.” Insisted Endo, setting up.
Togame matched him for a third time, the air between them electric with anticipation.
“Three. Two. One!”
It was a long fight, each straining against the other but eventually Togame forced Endo to the table. Togame roared with victory as Endo massaged his hand bitterly.
“I should split your lip again.” He threatened.
Togame’s hand went to his lip, feeling the split at the corner.
“That was you?” He didn’t remember their recent fight, not before the kiss.
“Only clean hit I got in.” Endo mumbled acerbically. “Your guard is nearly impenetrable.”
“Want to show me how you got past it?” Offered Togame. Endo perked up at the potential of a fight, even a staged one. Together they moved the coffee table out of the way, giving them the whole space of the living room to spar.
“Takiishi and I do this all the time.” Endo commented excitedly. “But it can get old fighting the same guy over and over, even someone as amazing as Takiishi.”
“That’s why I’m grateful for Shishitoren.” Togame replied “I never run out of sparring partners. Now, show me what you did.”
Endo demonstrated how he got past Togame’s guard, slowly the first time and then more quickly, actually sparring. They repeated that pattern with all their various techniques, showing off for the other what they were best at. They were careful to pull blows, never actually hurting the other, keeping it an exhibition. But they were both smiling the entire time.
By the time they were done Togame felt warm for the first time in hours. Endo had stripped off his sweater and was lounging bare-chested on the couch, his tattoos on full display.
Feeling bold, Togame stretched out on the couch beside Endo, laying his head on the man’s stomach. Endo’s fingers immediately started playing with his short chestnut hair.
“How do you afford this place?” Togame used a hand to indicate the apartment around them. The question had been eating at him for hours after getting an idea the scale of the place.
“Takiishi’s parents are loaded.” Endo replied easily. “They cover the rent, we buy the rest.”
“The rest is still pretty nice.”
“Takiishi deserves the best. So I buy it for him.”
“You have a job?” That surprised Togame. Endo shrugged.
“I do odd jobs. Mostly enforcement or beat downs. And people pay me for sex.”
Endo said the last part so casually Togame almost missed it.
“Like, prostitution?”
“That sounds so...official?” Endo hedged. “It’s way more casual than that. Men and women want to sleep with me, they offer me money, I like both sex and money so I accept.”
He barked a laugh. “Damn, when I put it like that I really do sound like a man whore, huh?”
“How long have you been doing that?” Togame asked, rolling his head to stare at Endo’s face.
“Oh, since I was a first year in high school, so about three and a half years now.” Endo answered, pretending to be very interested in his nails. “Women have been all over me since the minute I was out of junior high.”
Togame decided to keep to himself his thoughts about how morally and legally dubious women who would approach a fifteen year old for sex were.
“Are you safe about it?”
“Always.” Endo replied firmly, one hand still playing with Togame’s hair. “I get tested every other month to make sure I’m still clean too.”
“Is that why you see sex as something simple, because it’s usually a transaction?” Togame watched Endo’s deep green eyes cloud over with thought. After a long time he answered,
“Yea, probably.”
Togame shifted his head to be able to kiss Endo’s stomach, which earned him a chuckle.
“Your skin’s cold.” Togame observed quietly.
“It’s chilly in here.” Endo dislodged Togame gently and stood. “I’ll go turn up the heat.”
After increasing the thermostat Endo wandered back to his room to find a better shirt to put on. He was pulling a tank-top out of a drawer when he felt arms encircle his chest from behind.
“No need for that.” Togame whisper against Endo’s ear, causing the hairs of his arm to raise.
“Oh yea, why’s that?” Endo played dumb, running his fingers over Togame’s forearm, enjoying the contact of their bare skin.
Endo allowed himself to be turned around, their identical heights putting them nose to nose. Togame’s hands moving to cup Endo’s face, thumb tracing his jawline.
“I’d like to kiss you, Endo.”
“Always a romantic.”
They closed the gap between them, meeting mutually, arms encircling the other and chests pressing together. Hands caressed faces and fingers wove through hair as their mouths danced. They were getting better at finding the right pace, somewhere between the slow deliberation of Togame and frantic lust of Endo. They added in more bites and nibbles, each taunting the other.
Endo broke their lip lock, transferring his mouth to the underside of Togame’s jaw and slowly dragging his tongue down the mans neck. Togame’s throat gave an appreciative noise.
While the man was distracted, Endo put his hands firmly against Togame’s shoulders and shoved, knocking him backwards onto the bed. Quick as a snake Endo was straddling him, hands under Togame’s black sweater. Togame instinctively raised his arms and Endo obligingly stripped him bare, tossing the wanted clothing carelessly away.
Togame’s hand found Endo’s waist, thumbs tracing the cut of his hips, the tent of his desire clearly visible through the thin fabric of his joggers. Endo brought their mouths crashing back together, Togame accepting him eagerly.
Bare chests pressed together they let their hands wander, exploring each other’s bodies. Togame’s hands went lower, from Endo’s waist to his hips, feeling the firmness of his thighs and buttock. Endo’s hands trailed over Togame’s face, long fingers tracing the edges of the bandages he’d applied so recently.
Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Endo’s pants Togame gave an experimental tug, asking permission. In answer Endo rolled them onto their sides, lips still locked, and used one hand to tug his joggers off, kicking them away. Togame took the opportunity to pull off his own sweats, erection springing free.
Divested of clothing they brought their bodies more closely together, hips grinding and kisses growing more passionate and reckless by the moment.
“You ready for me, Shishitoren?” Endo broke them apart to ask.
Togame nodded, a split seconds hesitation.
“You nervous?”
He nodded again, avoiding Endo’s eyes. “I can’t help it.”
“Relax, I’ll go easy on you the first time.” Endo teased.
“I trust you, Yamato.” Togame replied, and Endo felt his throat close. Damn this man knowing exactly when to use Endo’s given name.
“Turn over so I can get you ready.” Togame obeyed, rolling onto his stomach as Endo reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Togame’s face showed obvious relief.
“Did you really think I was going to fuck you dry your first time?” Endo asked, incredulous, as he spread some lube over his fingers. Togame smiled apologetically, mirth in his bright green eyes.
Endo leaned down and planted his teeth against the back of Togame’s neck, lightly but firmly, right hand traveling to Togame’s hole and circling slowly. Togame inhaled sharply through his nose at the sensation. Endo bit down more firmly, keeping Togame still, as he slipped a finger inside.
Listening as Togame’s breathing hastened Endo pressed deeper inside, up to the first knuckle, then second, finally all the way to his palm.
“Relax.” Endo reminded, releasing the hold of his teeth. Togame did, slightly. Endo ran his lips along Togame’s hairline, kissing every few centimeters. With every kiss Togame’s body lost some tension.
“Good boy.” He murmured, feeling the spasm go through Togame at the words. Smirking, Endo started moving his finger slowly in and out, massaging Togame from the inside. This earned a full throated moan from the man, his fist balling around Endo’s sheets.
Wasting no time, Endo slipped in a second finger, continuing to move them in and out, up and down. Endo’s fingers were the exact right length to caress Togame’s sensitive spot it seemed, based on the noises the man was making.
“Gonna cum just from this?” Endo rasped into Togame’s ear. Teeth gritted against the pleasure all Togame could manage was a nod. “You should touch yourself. Yea, just like that, good boy.”
Togame moved to prop himself up on his right arm, left hand grabbing his cock and stroking. Endo adjusted the pacing of his fingering to match Togame’s masturbation, continuing to whisper dirty nothings into the man’s ear.
A few minutes was all it took for Togame to cum, with a moan released from deed inside his chest. As Togame panted from release Endo withdrew his fingers, settling his hands on Togame’s hips.
“Now that you’re nice and relaxed it’s time for the real thing.”
In response Togame set himself up on hands and knees, posture open and ready. Endo ran his nails down Togame’s spine, both shivering with anticipation. Remembering himself, Endo reached into the nightstand a second time and pulled out a condom. He rolled it over his cock, then lined himself up with Togame’s entrance, teasing the tip.
“Ready?” Endo asked.
“Yes.” Togame panted, still out of breath from orgasm.
Using one hand to guide himself Endo pushed in the head. One firm stroke put him halfway inside. Togame’s body immediately went rigid, locking Endo in place. The breath was frozen in Togame’s chest and he couldn’t release, the sensation overwhelming him.
Endo caressed Togame’s back with his left hand.
“Relax,” he whispered soothingly, “you’re safe with me.”
“Kiss me, please.” Togame begged, barely audible.
Endo arched over and placed his lips to the back of Togame’s tense shoulders. With each touch of his kiss Togame’s muscles loosened and soon Endo was able to move inside of him again. He kept it slow and smooth, stroking the rest of the way inside Togame with a practiced, fluid movement.
His partner gasped at the sensation, but managed to keep his body relaxed. Endo remained arched over Togame, trailing kisses over his shoulders, along his muscular back, down his spine. Togame’s breathing remained quick but calmed significantly at the sensation of Endo’s lips.
“Keep going.” Togame encouraged, voice steadier than before.
Endo lifted himself away from Togame’s back and positioned himself with his hands on Togame’s hips once more. He stroked smoothly into Togame, no longer encountering tense resistance. He kept going, pace gradually increasing.
Breath ragged, Togame gasped in ecstasy at the unfamiliar sensation. This was his first time with a man as the receiver and he hadn’t known what to expect. If he was honest with himself he’d been scared. He’d expected pain and discomfort. He hadn’t anticipated the sensation being so overwhelmingly pleasurable. Arms weakening, Togame dropped to his elbows, hands twisting around the smooth sheets.
“It feels so good.” He managed to gasp out. His cock was already hard again despite being spent so recently.
Endo chuckled in response, sweat beginning to drip down his brow.
“Good to know.” He replied, grip on Togame’s hips tightening. “Keep telling me about it.”
“I like how you feel inside of me, Yamato.”
Again with his damn given name. Endo’s hips bucked harder upon hearing it, pacing increasing, eliciting a strangled moan from Togame. Endo’s fingers dug into his hips, short nails biting the same way Takiishi’s manicures always did to Endo. Togame inhaled sharply at the pain.
Endo was starting to lose himself in the movement, the pleasure. His hips pounded against Togame’s firm ass, his rhythm swift and deep. With effort he released his grip on Togame’s hips before his nails drew blood, instead griping the back of Togame’s head with his left hand, fingers weaving through the mans dark hair. Togame arched his head back in response and Endo got a look at his face. It was rapturous.
Arching over, Endo planted his other hand on the bed to support himself. Togame‘s right hand found his, weaving their fingers together. Endo allowed it, savoring the foreign sensation of someone desiring his touch. He had never held hands during sex before.
Takiishi allowed Endo to worship his body during sex, to be kissed and caressed and adored. But the sex itself was brutally sterile. Takiishi felt a need and Endo’s body satisfied that need, the relationship was transactional. The time Endo spent with men and women at hotels was the same.
But Togame welcomed Endo’s touch, invited it. His vocalizations made it clear he was enjoying Endo as much as the sex itself.
“I’m close again.” Panted out Togame.
“Better let me hear it, then.” Endo urged.
Togame obliged shortly after, cumming with a cry from deep in his chest. Endo felt the man’s body shake with the intensity of release, the sound of Togame’s orgasm finally causing Endo to lose all control and rut into Togame with all the intensity he had.
Returning his hands to Togame’s hips he let loose. He felt the waves of orgasm lapping at him.
“Togame, I-”
But the rest of Endo’s sentence was lost as climax overtook him and his words transformed into a moan. He spilled into Togame, continuing to pump through his orgasm. Togame gasped at the sensation of Endo releasing into him, barely managing to remain propped on his elbows through the exhaustion and overwhelm of sensations.
Endo collapsed against Togame’s back, breathing heavily. Gently, Togame rolled them both onto their sides and Endo pulled out. Togame flipped over to face him and pressed their mouths together softly.
Before Endo could make a quip at him Togame drew the man into an embrace, pressing Endo’s face to his chest and resting his chin on the crown of the mans head. He stroked Endo’s hair gently with a hand.
“I thought the top was supposed to comfort the bottom.” Endo muttered, cheek pressed to Togame’s sternum.
“I’m better at it.” Togame replied simply. Endo didn’t argue.
“I got rough at the end.”
“It’s alright, I knew I was safe with you. And thanks.”
“For what?”
“For using my name, I like when you say it.”
“Whatever.” Endo mumbled, pressing more firmly into Togame’s chest.
They were quiet for a while, resting and absent-mindedly running fingers over each other.
“This is the first time I’ve had sex in this bed.” Endo admitted suddenly. Togame’s hands stopped their caressing.
“Seriously?”
“For real. Takiishi doesn’t come in my room. We always fuck in his room or the rest of the house.” Endo confirmed, unsure why he was giving more ammunition for Togame to think him pathetic.
Lips pressed into the crown of Endo’s head.
“Glad I could be the one to break it in.” Togame said, resuming his stroking of Endo’s hair. “Sorry I came all over your sheets.”
“’s fine.” Endo mumbled, voice strained.
“You alright?” Togame asked, voice concerned.
As a response Endo opened his mouth and sank his teeth into Togame’s pectoral muscle. The man really was just too perfect.
“Ouch! What I do?” Togame flinched, his caressing of Endo’s hair continuing unabated.
Endo pressed his face back into Togame’s chest and didn’t answer. After a long silence he blurted out,
“Do you think I’m pathetic?”
“I think you’re amazing.”
“Be serious.”
“I am.” Togame insisted. “You’re extremely smart, an outstanding fighter, and you have a lot of insight into yourself and others. I think that’s all really impressive.”
“I’m in love with a man who can’t love me back.” Endo pointed out leadingly.
“Well, I can’t really think you’re pathetic for that reason without the pot calling the kettle black.” Togame reminded. “I’m not very...fond, of who you love, but it’s also none of my business.”
“Sometimes I worry that if I didn’t love Takiishi then no one would. I think that would be a tragedy.”
Togame mulled that over. “I can see why that would be upsetting.”
A thought occurred to Endo. “Do you think Takiishi is pathetic?”
“I think I wish he treated you better.” Togame replied carefully.
“Oh.” Endo was glad his face was hidden in Togame’s chest so he couldn’t see his blush. “Things have been getting better.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Togame intoned, a note of finality in his voice. Endo took the hint. Conversations about he and Takiishi’s relationship always ended up here eventually. With Shi it was usually as shouting match.
“Let’s take a bath.” Endo offered.
“Sounds good.” Replied Togame, voice much warmer.
Endo disposed of his condom and they headed to the bathroom, Togame taking in everything he missed the first time. A double vanity, heated floors, and a massive bathtub, which Endo was beginning to fill.
“You could fit three people in that thing.” Togame observed, being used to the public baths himself.
“Two is more comfortable.” Came the reply.
They chatted while the tub filled and then climbed in, their combined bulk nearly displacing the water over the edge. Both sank in, sighing with pleasure. Now that the endorphins of sex had worn off Togame’s bruises were starting to blossom with pain, his ribs in particular. The bandages Endo had used on him were waterproof, so he didn’t have to worry about those peeling off.
Endo immediately sank under the water, soaking his dark, curly hair. He stayed under a concerningly long line, to the point Togame was about to pull him up, afraid he’d drowned. Endo emerged with a gasp, settling back against the tub, arms hanging over the edge. Togame took up a similar position on the other side of the tube, both lounging in comfortable quiet.
After a long, drowsy, time Endo asked into the steam filled silence, “Why were you thinking about me when you got jumped?”
Togame shifted in the water, sending ripples out towards Endo.
“I was trying to think of an excuse to come visit you.”
“Okay, but, why would you visit me?”
“Because, it’s your-”
“Heeeey, boooys!” A female voice called out from the entryway.
“Is that Shi?” Endo asked, staring towards the door.
“In here!” Togame called back, then grinned at Endo. “You sound surprised?”
The bathroom door opened and in walked Shisui Kanda with a white paper shopping bag over one arm.
“Sorry I’m late, the station was packed due to the rain. You two look cozy.” She observed, walking over to perch on the edge of the tub between them. To Togame specifically she said, “You look like shit.”
Togame leaned up to give her a welcome kiss. “Thank, love.”
“Why are you here?” Endo pouted, annoyed his bath time was being interrupted.
“With an attitude like that I guess you don’t want your cake, asshole.” Shi clutched the paper bag she was holding to herself possessively. Endo perked up at the proposition of sweets.
“You get me a cake?” He asked, reaching his wet hands for the bag, which Shi spirited away to the counter to keep it from getting soggy.
“Duh, it’s your birthday, dipshit. November thirtieth.”
Endo went still, thinking, then turned to Togame.
“Is that why you’re here?”
“Shi told me that you might be alone on your birthday, with Takiishi out of town.” He admitted, scratching his nose shyly. “I didn’t want that for you.”
“Stop acting so surprised your friends want to spend time with you on your birthday, dude.” Shi said, coming back over to flick Endo lightly on the forehead.
Endo looked uncomprehendingly between the two of them for a long moment, then seemed to come to a decision.
“Hey, Shi, where’s your phone?”
“In my raincoat, wh-”
Endo’s arms shot out, snatching Shi around the waist. Then he dragged her into the tub and underwater. They both resurfaced a moment later, one screaming and the other howling with laughter, water sloshing everywhere. Togame covered his mouth with a hand to hide his grin from his irate girlfriend.
“I worked so hard not to get wet in the rain, you dick!” Shi shouted, attempting to drown a cackling Endo. Togame extracted her gently away from attempted murder, capturing her in a soggy embrace. Shi allowed herself to be floated away as Endo continued to cough and laugh simultaneously.
“Ah fuck,” he chocked out, “the look on your face is the best present I could get.”
Shi slapped water at him. “I’m gonna eat your whole cake.” She threatened.
“Peace, you two.” Urged Togame, reaching out and taking one of each of their hands, lacing his fingers with theirs. He caught Endo’s green eyes and told him sincerely, “Happy nineteenth birthday, Endo.”
Endo lounged back against the side of the tub, keeping one hand laced with Togame, the other hanging over the side.
“I guess it hasn’t been too bad.”
Shi stood, exited the tub, and began stripping off her soaked clothes. Nude, she slipped back in between them with a splash. She took the remaining hand of each boy, asking,
“So, how do you want to celebrate?”