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Mondo Oowada (Realtionship status) Main Verse dating: Kiyotaka Ishimaru Nothin' tick me off worse than fuckers who break promises, who ain't gonna work fer their shit! Work until your bones break and your fingers bend!

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Truthfully, Kiyotaka had never felt more lost yet enlightened at the same time. They couldn’t just go back to how they were before all of this and even now he knew he wanted to be with Mondo just as he had back then. The hot spray of the shower washed away any evidence that may have been left from the night before–except those bite marks–he would have to come clean. Maybe. He was such an awful liar, however the truth would ruin the both of them. Everything he’d worked for up until now, even Mondo’s future prospects. How selfish could he be? It seemed as though he were about to put the cherry on the metephorical cake. A quick wash was all he needed, something to clear his mind even the slightest bit. Clearly it did not work as he’d hoped, if anything Kiyotaka felt more confused than ever. The wrinkled suit as pulled back on his body, the sound of Mondo’s counting greeting him as he opened the door. A small frown formed on his face, the younger man moving to sit next to him as his hands fumbled with one another. His mouth opened, saying nothing whilst he tried desperately to find the correct words to say. Instead what managed to come out was a soft “You are angry with me.” Kiyotaka looked at Mondo’s irritated expression, nose wrinkling. “I know that you feel as though I am forcing you to make all of the decisions, Mondo-kun. We have known each other for quite some times and despite our initial split from one another I…I can still see what you are feeling.” Stop talking. “I am only asking such things because I am–I would like to be sure we are both seeing eye to eye! I will have to go home today, I will have to say something to her, I…will have to end it somehow; hopefully sooner rather than later.” Just tell him you love him, that you are willing to do this for him. “I do not want to make you unhappy, so that is why…” You’re going to lose him all over again acting that way.

He had the nerve to sit next to him as he knew his rage was roaring, the gall to tell him he was angry as if that wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. His quick and irrational brain spurting out nonsense after nonsense-- word after word, his mouth moved but nothing really important came out of it and the more he talked the angrier Mondo became. His brain shut down, the counting wasn’t working and before he knew it he was above Kiyotaka; gripping him by the collard shirt he adorned. How he wanted to rip that dumb suit and tie off of him. For daring to wear such a thing-- even though it was the only thing he had-- it still bothered him. A sign that things were never going to change, that Kiyotaka would always be hiding underneath the safety of what makes him seem normal. In Highschool he was never one to take risks, Mondo always having to force him to do something more with his life but this time it seemed his words would fall on deaf ears.

“Ya really fuckin’ think you got this all figured out, huh?! Sayin’ such dumbass things, then expectin’ me not ta yell? Th’ fuck do you think I am!” His arms moved back and forth, shaking the body below him with such force as the other lay limply. Allowing him to do it like he always did. Sometimes he hated that Kiyotaka would never say a word back when he screamed like this, maybe he wanted the other to slap him, yell at him back, break that perfect mold if only for a few seconds to see that there was still some human left in him. But he was being to harsh, he knows he was. Kiyotaka was not to blame, it wasn’t his fault he was put in this position but Mondo had nothing else to push his frustration out onto besides the one in front of him. 

“Ya know... my fuckin’ answer you asshole...” For once, in a very long time, he felt the unfamiliar sting in the corner of his eyes. Teeth clenched as he bowed his head against Kiyotaka’s chest. “Dammit Kiyotaka! Losin’ ya...all over again... you need ta make a fuckin’ choice, not me. Either ya leave yer damn wife or-- ya lose me.” It was his only ultimatum. For once in his life, he wanted his friend to do something selfish for himself. 

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The physical consequences of last night were beginning to catch up to him, Kiyotaka’s lower back ached with a kind of gentle throb, and his head was mirroring that sentiment much too well. Mondo’s groggy voice being the only thing that brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down, face becoming hot when he laid eyes on the other man all over again. There was no denying that he was handsome, every fiber of his being was telling him to just stay here; to never answer another call from his wife again and make it looks as though he’d completely disappeared. His hand reached out, brushing against Mondo’s fingers gently. “Not yet…I could not simply do such reckless things, then leave you to clean up after my own mess, Mondo-kun.” Kiyotaka smiled sadly, he wanted to cry all over again. “Whatever was said…whatever I did last night…” His lips twitched a bit, eyes closing as he felt himself speaking those fateful words. He should have told Mondo to forget it. “I meant all of it…” A heavy breath left his chest as the words rushed out. Not the truth was in the air, spoken by a man who was not being influenced by alcohol nor sex. Honestly, he shocked himself at how easily it came out of his mouth.

“I have many things to think about, clearly I will be–” Kiyotaka grimaced. “Unable to continue on with the farce that is my current relationship any longer.” It sounded so cold to his own ears, but it was the truth. Maybe it merely sounded so harsh because he’d been holding it in for years. His eyes stared into Mondo’s face red before he cleared his throat and moved to get up. “I will be using your bathroom to change if that is alright…I would appreciate it if you would consider your own feelings as well. I…would like to know if last night meant more to you as it did me–and if it did not, then…I would like to know now.” Kiyotaka gathered his clothes gently before making his way to the other room and closing the door behind him.

Mondo fixed himself in the bed and sat up on his elbows-- he almost wanted to laugh when he mentioned about not having to clean up after him. “Haha...well, fuck I mean it was my fault yer in this state so--!” He felt his cheeks flare up with red, turning and pouting at the next phrase coming out. “S’ only right I would take care of it and you...” Scratching the back of his neck Mondo was in a bit of a hard spot, he shouldn’t be acting like some girl who just got her cherry popped. He needed to stand up and be a man for Kiyotaka, tell him he will take care of him, that he wants to keep taking care of him and be with him but those faithful words were left dry, empty on his lips. The positive thing is; is that Kiyotaka said he meant it. And for a second he felt like things were going to be okay. Going home, telling his wife what he’d done, then running off with him. It almost sounded like the cheesiest movie he could think of.

But as he asked to use his bathroom, demanding that he tell him how he feels without even letting him get a word in before he disappeared-- it pissed Mondo off. Saying those types of things, when it isn’t even him who should be in that position. Kiyotaka was the one who was married, Kiyotaka had a wife and a future, to say it all depended on his answer was putting all the responsibility onto Mondo’s shoulders again. Something that when happened stressed him out, enhanced his re-occurring PTSD. Hands shook furiously and he had to close his eyes, listening as the shower ran and he was left with his own thoughts. “1...2...3...4...” Of course he wanted to be with Kiyotaka, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have done what he did last night. He would have gotten up and left and yet the prefect still treated him like a child. 

“5...6...7...” His mind raced with all the answers, all the things he wanted to shout at Kiyotaka. The fact that he knows his friend-- he’ll go home alright... but he wont tell her the truth. “8...9...” He’ll tell her he was late from work, had a couple of drinks with some friends from there, got drunk and rented a hotel-- “10...11...12...!” His teeth grit with the thought of Kiyotaka going back into hiding. Not only because Mondo would be left alone again, but because Kiyotaka would go back to being unhappy. Because he would once again, show his true colors. And as his anger hit the highest level, Kiyotaka walked out of the shower. 

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He heard Mondo repeat that sentence with indignant shock, there was no denying their inherent sex, yet Kiyotaka still felt the fear of being unceremoniously disowned by the other man. It had been an accident, but it was too late; the confession was out there for his current lover’s consideration. Right now he was doing everything wrong, taking steps as well as admitting things he shouldn’t have at all. Yet Mondo still forgave him, his fingers wiped away the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes, much like he was trying to wipe his pain away. Lips followed suit, placing themselves there as his own confession was uttered to him. Like…it wasn’t love, but Kiyotaka would gladly accept that as a start. “Yes…in the morning, I promise.” If only the morning would refuse to come, if the world would remain in darkness for all time just so he may live in this selfish fantasy with the person he came to love. As much as he wanted to stay awake, sleep came all too easily. The alcohol as well as the actual physicality of what they had just done finally catching up with him. Anxiety was building in his chest while he slipped away, nonetheless it was the most wonderful sleep he had ever experienced. Whatever Kiyotaka dreamed of, he couldn’t say and as the light of the morning began to pour in weakly through the heavy curtains in Mondo’s apartment, he felt himself stirring. Kiyotaka rolled onto his back, eyes unwillingly opening to stare at a white ceiling. Now everything was beginning to catch up to him; everything. He should leave. Now. Stand up and put his suit back on, gather his things, make his way out of this place, yet he still could not bring himself to tear his body away from the man next to him. Kiyotaka Ishimaru had sex with Mondo Oowada, not only that, he had admit those deeper feelings he’d worked so hard to erase. A shaky breath tore himself from him: one of relief as well as apprehension. His marriage was over and as he sat up–running a hand through his hair while he processed the mere idea of such a thing–he felt a sense of freedom washing over him.

It wasn’t long after Mondo had suggested they go to bed that Kiyotaka would fall asleep pretty quickly. After all they had been through it was a long-- tiring night. There was this awkward sensation he felt in his chest when he closed his eyes and leaned against his lover for the nights chest. He was warm, nice and comforting right against his side and soon his own eyes started drooping and quickly with the prefect wrapped tightly around his arms he fell right to bed. Mondo wasn’t one of those people who liked getting up early, especially after some drinks and a good pleasure session but today was different. He woke up with the sun, trying to peek its way through his blackout curtains-- he wasn’t sure how they got moved but he wasn’t very happy about it. Moving his arm over his chest his eyes darted sideways just in time to see Kiyotaka getting up. Something inside triggered a warning that he might leave and his brain caught up with his body.

“Oii...” His voice was so groggy, deep and crackling he probably sounded stupid to the other. “Ya headin’ out...?” Straight to the point, at this moment in their relationship it was only natural to ask such a question. Kiyotaka looked distracted, but he couldn’t tell if that was from last nights endeavor or it was the alcohol finally hitting him. He prayed for the latter. Sitting up with the former hall monitor he groaned lightly, his back felt heavy and his head spun with the room around him. 

Worst of all, he really was afraid that Kiyotaka was going to leave. Although he had already prepared himself for that moment, Kiyotaka always being the early riser wasn’t the issue it was the mere fact he didn’t look like he had the best night of his life. 

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How he wished to remain this way forever, tangled in sheets–and each other–he would not be returning home this night, instead he would bask in the afterglow of what true happiness could bring him. Tomorrow reality would set in, there would be choices to make, along with the possibility of the end of his marriage. The thought brought the tightness of anxiety to his chest, however it also brought a strange relief as well. Mondo knew what he was and he couldn’t care less, here he was still sharing soft kisses with him, confessing his own feelings as well. Maybe this was something that had been in the back of both of their minds for longer than they would have liked to admit. Mondo’s hands ran down his body. over heated and sweaty skin, then to where the evidence lay between his legs. Normally after intercourse, Kiyotaka felt the strong urge to jump up and shower himself off. He wanted to erase the evidence of what had just occurred, but now he was content to just lay with the man next to him. His lips twisted into a smile, turning into a deep baritone laugh when Mondo had a near panic attack coming into contact with the aftermath of their deeds. He rolled over, allowing the other man to do as he pleased while he wiped him down so carefully. “Please do not worry, Mondo-kun! It is only natural that this would have happened considering our–well–previous engagement with one another!” Kiyotaka was smiling, feeling just like his old self again as he was gently taken care of by a man who was not so long ago doing unspeakable things to his body. His nose wrinkled in glee, brushing the back of his knuckles against a rough, stubbled chin. Everything was building up again, just seeing his face in this moment was almost too much. Kiyotaka was in love; he had been for such a long time now, yet had buried it so deep within him that he’d forgotten what it felt like until tonight. A soft sigh escaped, tears gently rolling down his cheeks as he unconsciously said those words he wanted to say during their lovemaking. “I…I think I am in love with you…”

Mondo scrubbed furiously at the spot that was covered in a mess, he felt awkward just leaving it there so even when Kiyotaka said there was no worry to it he still felt obligated. “I know I know but shit, I jus’ can’t go n’ leave ya like this!” Funny, it was almost like he half expected Kiyotaka to yell at him for doing something so dirty-- using a shirt to clean up a mess. A smirk etched itself on his face as he felt his hand come to a halt as he finally cleared up most of the accident. Or, he supposes it wasn’t much of that anymore, now that both were thinking a little more carefully; more cautiously they both still seeming to tread on a fine line of words. A knuckled grazed gently against his chin, Kiyotaka staring at him with the same look he had always given him. Even in school, these looks were almost a near constant but then, it came out unlike any of those other times.

“W-What...?” Mondo glared with confusion, then surprise washed over when he repeated the phrase. “I-In love, wit me?” His tongue felt weird saying that line, was it really okay to be saying that kind of stuff after what they had just done? In the wake of what Kiyotaka had done despite having a wife to go home to and Mondo to stay here with no-one some old part of his brain figured the other was trying to make fun of him. It triggered anger-- a deep heated bubble he hadn’t felt this bad in a long time. Perhaps he was just angry that even if he admitted that he loved Kiyotaka back-- It would end up ruining the prefect and the life he was aiming towards. Somewhere, deep inside, Mondo maybe knew this would have to be the outcome no matter what was said this night, what they had done it would eventually end. 

Licking dried lips Mondo darted his eyes to the left away from the sobs and tears that traversed Kiyotaka’s features. He hated it, seeing him cry, being so unhappy it broke his heart but what else more could he do other than tell Kiyotaka the truth-- that he needs to confess to his wife. Tell her that he’s not happy, never has been and that he doesn’t love her and wants to leave but that wasn’t his own decision to make. It would be up to Kiyotaka. Yet, tonight, he would allow that conversation to wait until the morning. Grabbing red cheeks, Mondo slid some tears away and kissed the corners of soft chapped lips. “I like ya... Kiyotaka, alot--” That was just half the truth, what a coward. Couldn’t even say you love him too-- “Maybe we should get some rest, it’ll be better in th’ mornin’ a’right?”

They should both be in their right minds when finalizing what the end result of their relationship would really be. 

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Mondo, despite the overwhelming desire to fall asleep after such an intense session knew that wouldn’t be very romantic after all they had been through. A low groan escaped his mouth as he scooted over the other heated body, all this time he had no idea what he was messing but if it was this, he was sad that he didn’t get to do it sooner. Hair hung loosely in his eyes and face, wondering what it would have been like if he had his original long flowing locks to deal with this. Yet as those thoughts came a gentle hand scooted the wet strands from his eyes. And as lavender met red his heart stopped-- he was, in what he could only describe as handsome. Kiyotaka was a very attractive man even though he was a guy. In his life Mondo wouldn’t be caught dead calling some other stranger that, not in all his life but in this moment with almost 100 percent certainty that Kiyotaka Ishimaru was more or less, his type of guy. 

His face cringed a bit at that thought, it sounded so shallow-- that somewhere deep inside he knows he would only feel this way towards his friend. Friend? Was that what they still were or at the end of the night, early into the morning would they be calling each other something different? Slowly he was shoved to the side and in that time he was thinking Kiyotaka was going to get up, get dressed and leave like he had just realized the mistake he made. A part of him wanted to keep his eyes close so he wouldn’t see it, the feeling in his chest painful as it squeezed with the uneasiness of being left all along again. Maybe that was for the better though, Mondo Oowada was a man destined to be by himself; at least that was what he kept telling himself for many years. 

A small ruffle, a low sound of sheets slipping and hands once again grabbed his face-- how he longed to keep those warm hands on his skin.A kiss followed suit, it was kind. Just like Kiyotaka, it was incredible how the man could say so many words with just his expressions and actions. Then those damned phrases again, that hes important to him. It made him hiss, dragging in a long breath of air as he cupped the prefects cheeks as well, rubbing them over gently with his thumb as the words flowed out with his own wild emotions. “Hn... me too Kiyo... bein; ere’ wit ya, s’ somethin’ I wouldn’t trade fer th’ world...”

His hands traveled down along hips before he felt the familiar, yet unfamiliar squish of their own fluids against one another. Face burned with the realization of what it was and grunted, shoving the other up off him just a tad as he reached for the other side of his futon. Luckily his shirt landed on the mattress and quickly he tried to wipe up the mess. “S-S’rry, my bad I should ‘ave, been more careful!”

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Hips jutted as their night was finally coming to an end this whole time words being spoken and admitted to one another. Lives would be ruined and saved at the same time in Mondo’s eyes. “Dammit Kiyo-- m’ so fuckin’ close!” He had to give the other a warning, something to tell him that what they were doing was too much for even the great Mondo Oowada to deal with. Feasting his eyes on the body below Kiyotaka’s face was drenched in sweat, tears flowing so gently from red eyes that have been dulled hazy with the sensation of love making. In all his life he had never seen a more perfect picture. By all means, Kiyotaka was absolutely a dead ringer.  Or maybe he was just odd, enjoying the looks of pleasure he was able to see from someone who he had only reconnected with merely hours ago. 

Both of them had made mistakes in their lives-- both lived and regretted them. Although he was still young, the years he held still so many right now he feels like he had wasted all of them. An eternity of living hell. If there was a God, maybe this was his one good deed to get him into the pearly gates of the afterlife and if not, he’d gladly burn in hell if it mean’t being with Kiyotaka for the rest of his life. 

Just as they were reaching ecstasy Mondo’s thrusts became more unruly, back and forth in an untimely manner as his hand was lead to an aching cock-- he couldn’t keep up anymore with the weight of his body crushing him under the pleasure he felt. Unthinkingly he stroked the twitching member in quick, jerky thrusts. Head tilted upwards, closing his eyes for merely a moment as time seemed to be frozen. It was then that he heard it through the heavy breathing that Kiyotaka almost said--lov? what was it. But it was lost between the sweet climax of words disappearing into a mangled mess of gurgle that just ended up being his name. His face, Kiyotaka’s face as he finished would be an expression he could not forget. After he came Kiyotaka’s body restricted itself down on his cock, it was too much and he quickly pulled out before it was too late, just in time as he came ontop a bruised body.

“K-Kiyotaka!”

He had never came so hard in his life, his hips jerked as he continued to milk what he had left. A bit of nervousness past through him as he thought about what a mess they both were going to be after this but that went away just as quickly as it came.  “Ha--ahah...holy fuck...” He didn’t care because this time, there was only them two. There was only pure, bliss as he fell onto Kiyotaka’s body, trying to keep most of his weight up and off to the side as to not crush him. 

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Mondo felt so good, it was amazing, incredible, it was the best damn feeling he had ever endured. Every inch of his body was on fire-- every thrust of his hips, every sound Kiyotaka uttered it was like a sweet symphony that he couldn’t get enough of. If he could take a recording of what the man below him looked like right now he would. He would treasure it so if Kiyotaka decided that he didn’t want this to work out after all he could keep it as a reminder of what could have been. How trashy he felt thinking all these things, wanting to be with the raven haired male was selfish on its own accord but in this moment he felt he had a better chance than not. Biting his tongue after their lips disconnected Mondo mercilessly banged the other. Keeping up the pace he tried to meet thrusting hips with his own equal pace. 

Hearing that he made him happy, was all he could ask for. It was what he was aiming for if just for a second, to let Kiyotaka have his own egotistical ways. To make him forget in this moment everything that his life had been leading up to at this point. He ran his tan hands up arms that still hung hopelessly around his neck, moving his head to the side so he can kiss at the sweaty limbs. Skin beat skin-- sweat and tears, pre-cum mixing with each other as Mondo’s moving became a bit more desperate. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, how pathetic. But he wanted Kiyotaka to be able to enjoy himself-- so if only for him he would continue for as long as the other needed.

“Kiyo-- Kiyo--!” Mondo chanted the name in heavy tones. He wanted to bite down on Kiyotaka’s neck so hard, mark him as his own but he knew the other wouldn’t appreciate that in the morning. He had to make sure he was never here. “Ya make me happy too! Ah--nghh, so damn happy!” 

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Perhaps he should have used some proper lubrication, if he was so blessed to have that laying around his house somewhere. But as stated before Mondo although a very physical man, had never been physical with someone before. His body shuddered as he continued to try and push his way in-- gentle, he wanted to be slow for Kiyotaka so he would not hurt the man. Even having the sexual experience that the former hall monitor had he was not accustomed to this kind of intercourse. Mondo didn’t want to be so easy on him though, he wanted to still treat his partner like the man he was-- afraid he would hurt the prefects feelings had he taken him like he was a women. Head tilted to the side just slightly so as he paused for a moment to catch his breath. He looked down-- a mistake. Gazing he saw his dick, halfway inside his best friend and boy did it strangely turn him on. 

Dick twitching slightly inside he snuck his fanged tooth outwards and lowered himself to Kiyotaka. He was just about to start kissing him when he was blocked by white arms. A sob, was it because he was feeling good and embarrassed? “Kiyo are ya a’rig--” But just as he spoke he was met with an answer. How... could Kiyotaka say he was all those things that Mondo knew wasn’t true. To see him so hurt, saying he’s a horrible man, a awful husband, it made Mondo furious with how he sought himself. He knew what they were doing was indeed wrong, to cheat on a lover-- for someone like Kiyotaka it must be the end all be all but for Mondo despite becoming a ‘homewrecker’ the prefect had to understand that he deserved happiness. The love he needed could never come from that women and he would prove it too him. 

“Shut th’ fuck up a’ready...” That probably came out more harsh then he intended. He took his hips in his large hands and snapped their hips together, finally bringing himself all the way inside. Words had to take a pause as his haggard breath left his mouth. “I’ve never met...ha... such a good man in my entire life!” A howl and he pulled back out only to snap right back in. “Yer th’ most-- ughh! Honorable n’ lovin’ guy I’ve ever fuckin’ known!” Clenching teeth Mondo was trying to move past the pleasure, so he could flower Kiyotaka in all the things he deserved to hear. Needed to hear the truth just as he had done for him.

“You... Ishimaru Kiyotaka, deserve ta be fuckin’ happy!  God dammit, I want ya ta be happy!” He slammed their lips together hard, just as hard as his movements were becoming to make his point even more clear. 

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It was times like these, that he really regretted not getting a girlfriend sooner in life. As their fingers intertwined he felt the cool metal ring slide against his rough finger. It made him want to puke and chop it off. Though it seemed like Kiyotaka held no ill will towards his in-experiences for Mondo it was a passage of manhood to be beaten. The fact that he was 23-- going on 24 and still had no sexual experiences made him feel a bit less of what he was. His heart was now pounding for an entirely different reason. He was getting angry at himself, his body reacting to the image of seeming ‘’weak’’ as he asked the other those questions. Brain function started to crumble and his fragile at look on life was falling to pieces right in front of him. And just as his break down was starting to form under the intense pressure of being good; it ended with such a simple uttered phrase.  “Everything will be alright, Mondo-kun…I promise. Please, I would like you to make love to me.” It broke something in Mondo, in a good way.

It snapped him out of his spiral depression and into a new euphoria. That’s right, it had always been Kiyotaka who treated him like a man. Never once had his partner ever said an awful degrading thing about who he was. Not when he told him he liked dogs and cats, not when he cried for his dead brother, and certainly not when he admitted to liking sweets more than life itself. No, whenever Kiyotaka heard he enjoyed not so manly things he would only say how wonderful it was that Mondo took pleasure in simple things. That he was able to tell him about his likes and dislikes and wasn’t afraid, that everything he said something it was very manly of him to say. To Kiyotaka, Mondo Oowada was the definition of what a man should be and that made him growl at the realization. 

With a quick hiss he gripped Kiyotaka’s hand tightly and slipped off the ring, slamming it on the table beside his bed. He wanted no reminder of the past, all he wanted to know what was the future. Softly, he spoke, “Whatever ya want... whatever ya need Kiyotaka, let me make ya feel good!” Pulling out his fingers Mondo lifted the others legs up a bit higher, jerking his own dick just a few times before placing it inbetween his legs. There was slight hesitation but hopefully not enough to be noticed as he pushed-- groaning, eyebrows twitching as he slowly slid inside. “F-Fuck--! Dammit, nghh...” 

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His heart hammered so thunderously in his chest as he watched the man below wither and withe at the intrusion of such a foreign object. He had half a mind to apologize yet he continued to keep going. Eyes continued to stare only at Kiyotaka’s expressive face. Never in his life had he seen so many emotions come from one person. Despite already knowing how extreme the other can be he had never in his life figured he’d be seeing something like this-- emotion so, clear. There was no doubt in his mind that Kiyotaka was enjoying himself, his body twisted in the sheets below and nose wrinkled with what he can only imagine was slight pain. At first he truly believed he was hurting the former hall monitor but as he shouted to continue, that he was alright Mondo unconsciously put a second finger in.

“Kiyo-- yer really, fuckin’ cute!” Moving forward lips once again found the others, he tried to kiss him roughly but found they gritted hard against Kiyotaka’s pair. As if he was afraid to kiss him but he wasn’t, mostly it was because he was seething and breathing against them instead-- wondering if kissing during an intimate moment like this would be too much. But those thoughts got pushed back quicker than he allowed them to stay and he opened his mouth before closing them on top of his friends. It was rough and awkward, tongue coming out to lick his bottom lip while also trying to nip at his flesh. Meanwhile the fingers inside turned and scrapped tight hot innards. He could tell just from how his fingers felt that when they actually went through with it he would feel even better. 

“Damn, yer so fuckin’ tight... I need ya ta loosen up Kiyo, I don’t wanna hurt ya.” He tried to soothe him with more peppered kisses, if he continued to squeeze like this Mondo would never get inside. Actually, thinking about it, would he even be able to do that in the first place? He knew men could have sex with other men he wasn’t that dumb but actually figuring out how it would fit was a entirely different scenario. Nervous, why was he so fucking scared? This was a question some teen would ask the teacher but when trying to talk to Kiyotaka about it his jaw froze shut. “E-Eh...Kiyo, I--” Trying to wet his dry lips he grazed the prefects ear and huffed against it. “Will I-- uh, ya think, s’ gonna fit inside a’right? I jus’ don’t... wanna hurt ya s’ all!”

This was the most embarrassing day of his life.

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“Ah...” Mondo wasn’t sure if that’s the words that he wanted to come out but it was what came. Thinking back to it, maybe it was obvious that it had been since Highschool that Kiyotaka fell in love with him. They were quite inseparable the entire four years of their schooling, each one of them relying heavily on the other for support. At times the man would advert his eyes when they went into the sauna together, or looked away flushed when their skin met after a school festival or athletic event. Everything was adding up all at once for the clear signs that he saw, but perhaps chose to ignore. It was a time Mondo thought for once in his life that maybe he could become something more than just a delinquent to the rest of society. He could tell the questions asked were uncomfortable but for him, the whole truth was needed this night. 

Head swayed to the right, the facts vibrated around in his head like a baseball in a batting cage. It was him, always him, that Kiyotaka felt was right despite his past. How comes Mondo never saw it? Was he so blinded by his own toxic masculinity to realize what he had in the other was good? His dick twitched with the confession, finding the words he wanted to say out loud muffled by groans.To be loved in such a way and not even see it-- made his stomach turn sour with guilt. He left his friend, he left Kiyotaka to wallow in his own self depriving thoughts without knowing a thing what he was going through. But the past is the past, he would make up for it. Tonight, he’ll show Kiyotaka that he wasn’t the only one holding back his feelings. Truly, Mondo believed he was just to dumb to understand his own growing love.

“Thats it... I don’t need ta hear, anymore Kiyo.” Removing the rest of his clothes each gazed at each other as their nude bodies were revealed in all honesty. There was nothing more to hide, their souls now bound to the other. “I jus’... wanna make ya feel good... wanna make ya forget!” Through clenched teeth he hissed. He too, wanted to forget. “M’ sorry, I ain’t really know what m’ doin’ t’ well so...” He gnawed on his bottom lip, sliding two fingers up a red, leaking shaft to gather some precum back onto his hands. Recalling only what he had seen in videos, Mondo reached forward and slid his hands along strong thighs before settling against his entrance. With a deep breath-- he pushed a finger in. 

“T-Tell me... when s’ too much!”

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“Course I mean it... I mean everythin’, I say ta ya...” Closing his eyes his mind went back in time. Not sure why this particular memory came to light, it was one when he confessed to the younger what had happened to his brother. How he blamed himself and that the constant nightmare of that night plagued his mind for as long as he could recall. All he remembers now of that faithful day was warm hands that clasped his. No malice or fear. Reminding him that he was a good man, a man with terrible tragedies but all those things combined made him into the man he was today. Someone who was trying to better himself, working hard to make a honest living, Kiyotaka’s words echoed back-- “Oowada-Kun, I am as sure as I am standing here, I promise you I could never fault you! Let’s work hard, together!”

He wishes he could go back to that moment. The look of happiness, the small smirk that formed on Mondo’s face that day reminded him that he finally had someone who cared about him. Truly, honestly, wanted to be with him.

But here in these moments, hearing those words was not what he wanted to recognize but Kiyotaka was saying them with no hesitation. Some part of Mondo wanted Kiyotaka to lie perhaps, tell him that doing this with him is just some experiment. That this wont last but the more they went along with whatever this was, the more it was obvious this was not going to be some one night stand. At least not for Mondo. The expression of encouragement, of understanding made his heart thump faster. He wasn’t into men, not in the slightest but Kiyotaka-- he would risk his entire name if only to be able to be happy with a human being who could look at him, even after admitting all those awful things and still only see the good. 

“D-Dammit, Kiyotaka!” His hand stopped, heeding the warning that the man below might finish if he didn’t cease his actions. Gazing downwards his palm was covered in pre-cum, it dripped off to the side and he put it back down into the bed sheets erasing all evidence. Fists bunched up so tightly into the fabric that his knuckles turned white-- “How long has it been...?” Mondo asked softly, he reached down again as his chin stubble ran along the bruised and marked body. Soft kisses laced the edges of his thighs and hip bones, they danced around avoiding one spot in particular. “I wanna ere’ everythin’ Kiyo...tell me how long ya liked me, why m’ so damn different?!” 

Using his own thumbs he hooked them into the tops of his own tiger print boxers, a trend he still hasn’t outgrown. He slid them off slowly, his own erection free from the enclosure. The alcohol once coursing strongly through his veins was now missing from his system which did little to slow what he had started. He was sober enough to know what he was doing and so was Kiyotaka. “Lay everythin’ ya fuckin’ got on me!”

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He should have know Kiyotaka’s nipple was going to be a sensitive spot--  most peoples were. Though this is the first time he had seen it in reality, normally these types of things could be seen from porno videos which Mondo was shamefully very acquainted with. He kept licking, flattening his tongue so it would glide roughly as a trail of saliva followed. He was drooling, that was never good because it meant he was enjoying himself way too much. Mondo gave a grunt of approval as Kiyotaka grabbed his neck, fingers aching with each pleasure point he hits. Nothing was more evident when blunt nails dragged down his hidden tattoo and it made Mondo arch his back downwards. It burned, so good. He wanted to see what else he would do.

He helped the man discard his pants, while he himself used one free hand to tug off his own. Removing his mouth from the patch of skin he so lovingly bruised they were getting down to the bare basics. This was it, it was about to be over here and there once one more article of clothing were shed. 

Mondo licked his lips, grabbing both undersides of Kiyotaka’s legs and brought him close. Their erections pressed together, the former delinquent slowly grinding himself into it. He held both legs tight and groaned loudly as his groin continued to meet over and over again with Kiyotaka’s. Hands reached forward to instead rest on each hip of the prefects, growling with teeth bared for the man below to witness. There was no stopping his movements as long as he could get some kind of friction between the two men. “Ah--Hah--!” Mondo’s head tipped backwards like he felt he would finish too quickly at any moment. “When ya moan like that... s’ hard to stop wantin’ ta ere’ em’!” A free hand began roaming abs once more, slowly sliding over heated flesh when it reached the piece of cloth that kept them separated. His eyes lowered to the white briefs, biting his lip this was make it or break it. 

Slowly he pulled down the tight briefs-- his hard on was all to apparent behind the thin fabric. When he got it just slightly over his dick, just far enough to release it Mondo had to pause. Truthfully he was sure he would be turned off completely but as it bounced just slightly,shaft throbbing with each touch he couldn’t stop staring. “Ngh... w-what th’ hell? So fuckin’ cute...” His cheeks flushed and he was sure it was the same from head to toe. Curious tan digits touched the underside of an aching member. Breathing became more laborious as he started giving the man quick, experimental tugs. “K-Kiyotaka... are ya sure, wit me? I ain’t right fer ya... i’ve been ta fuckin’ jail, I’ve almost beat people ta death!” He shouted the words, jerking off Kiyotaka faster with each confession. “M’ a fuckin’ mess-- and yet ere’ ya are beggin’ fer me, it ain’t fair ta ya!”

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Every word he uttered, every plea to touch him only urged him further into their devilish tango. The moans that emitted from the companion below had his body reacting in a way it never had. Palms felt sweaty, heart raced loud and proud against his rib cage. Like a butterfly circling around, trying to find its flower it is how he felt as Kiyotaka continued to do all these things that was driving him insane. Gentle hands traversed his face once again, everytime those cool palms would cup his cheeks he felt them burn only hotter. How could he be doing this with his best friend? His actions seemed so fluid, like they had done this a million times and maybe it was only because the two of them knew each other inside and out. Kiyotaka knew everything about Mondo, and Mondo knew everything about Kiyotaka. At least-- that much was true when they were in school together. It seemed as time had past, the two had much more to re-learn about one another. 

Yet, there was still this never ending dread that filled his bones to the brink. How would his friend react when this all ended-- he said he wanted this, kept repeating it like it was his mantra. Though he still worried, Kiyotaka didn’t even know he had been to jail, being associated with his name would only lead to disaster so why-- couldn’t he stop fucking touching him. A scoff flew from pursed lips as Kiyotaka said that, “S’ not my fault it’s true... ya know I could never stop runnin’ my mouth when ya were around.” He closed his eyes, leaning into the soft caress of fingers in his hair, not tugging but exploring. But just as he was enjoying the almost head massage like gesture he was pushed down. The prefects true nature showing once again for tonight. He wanted more-- so much more he would give it too him.

“Kiyo...” A whisper, soft and rumbling as he placed his mouth along the well toned body. He bared his sharp fangs once again, scraping along the pale skin. Leaving a trail in his wake, red and purple he would continue to leave these marks anywhere he could. As if to tell Kiyotaka that he was his and only his-- but that was selfish. He grumbled as he tried to push those meaningless thoughts back, instead replacing it with his tongue as it dragged along his stomach. Lavender eyes looked upwards to see all the reactions his companion could muster, they were many and all drove him up the wall. “Do ya feel good, Kiyotaka? Do ya like it... when I get this close ta ya...?” Humming, this was his own first sexual experience so truthfully, he was more asking for himself than anything. Huffing hard when he traveled back upwards, finding a perked pink nub and blew on it, biting it gently while his thumb ran up and down the well trimmed happy trail. 

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Mondo had never been with a girl before, let alone a man who had been his friend for years. Yet for Kiyotaka he jumped at the call. As  if his entire life had been leading up to this moment, their souls collided with the ache of wanting to be touched. Needing to feel hands and skin slide against one another and Mondo needed Kiyotaka like he needed air. The man below admitted he knew what he was doing, how after all this, someone who never broke the rules was willing to break them for him. It made his body shiver thinking about it-- how reckless it was for both of them. It turned him on more than he would ever let the younger know. “As long as ya know what were doin’... I don’t want ya ta forget. Tonight, Kiyo... s’ jus’ you n’ me.” But as he took his shirt off, Kiyotaka reached up in question, fingers brushing against tattooed skin. He had almost forgotten he had those done, just a year out of Highschool he decided to get it done. He wanted something to remind himself of where he came from. Figuring he was going to get an earful, this was much better. 

“Ugh...” When Kiyotaka said those words, his full name sliding off his tongue with how easy that decision was made his hips buck into the air. An animalstic sound came from deep within his vocal cords when his friend-- companion? For the night dragged him down into those warm wet lips once again. Pale fingers tugging at his now shorter hair, it drove Mondo wild. He never would have thought Kiyotaka would be the aggressive type. So forceful, it was kind of nice seeing such a different side of him. Shutting his eyes he pushed against the man, biting the bottom of his lip and tugging it as their tongues fought for dominance. “Nghh... ah, Kiyotaka--!” He rumbled again, the one below him drawing out all these unheard noises. Thick tan hands ran up the button up shirt Kiyotaka sported before he broke free, trying to undo it himself.

Mondo watched carefully as he tried to quickly get the collared shirt off and when he did, Mondo had to stifle a groan. In all his years he had never considered a man attractive but right now-- he definitely did not get smaller. In fact, Kiyotaka looked more filled out than he ever has. Skin white and untouched, hips wide and pants slightly unbuttoned, hanging off them just enough for the biker to get a clear picture. This should have been the defining factor that turned him away but in truth it made him move closer. Pressing his hands against Kiyotaka’s chest he rubbed the body up and down, growling as he did so, leaning down to nip at the nape of prefects chin. “Fuck... yer so fuckin’ cute.” His rough fingers dipped down into every curve of his lover for the night, stopping at the hips to rub the V shape with the pads of his thumbs. 

“Seein’ ya like this, pisses me off how much it turns me on!”

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His hands moved, travelling from the shirt to cup Mondo’s face instead. There were too many surprises happening tonight, the one who should have had his wits about him letting him in so willingly instead of pushing him away. Kiyotaka gasped against those rough lips, the hands gripping him bruisingly could have never felt so good if they weren’t in this very moment. He wanted him, now more than ever, he was still so…disgustingly, hopelessly in love with him. There must have been something in his brain, a screw loose, or a wire frayed–there had to be an explanation for everything he was doing right now. Pulling away, his eyes were already hazed, breath coming out laborious. “I would say I did not mean to do something so reckless, but…I cannot bring myself to lie any more than I already have tonight…” Finally the truth was coming out as he stroked that face, the strong jaw almost trembling beneath the pads of his fingers. “You do not have to say yes, you may turn me away if you wish.” The words were soft, matter of fact before Kiyotaka brought him down for another kiss. This one was more gentle than the rush from before, his teeth tugging softly on a chapped bottom lip. “Please, Mondo-kun…I cannot continue to live this lie any longer…” It was a plea, a cry to salvage him from the bed he had made for himself. For as authoritative as Kiyotaka could be, he could also be much too passive to the prying eyes of society. A society which for now could not accept him for who he was. Perhaps some day he would be lucky enough to hold the hand of whomever his partner would be in the future, he not-so-secretly hoped it would be Mondo. There would be consequences after what he was planning to do, should the former delinquent choose to accept his proposal. His wife would find out somehow, there would be a second scandal involving the Ishimaru name, just the thought of it made him sick. And again…that was a problem to be dealt with when he was more rational in the head. “Nnh…” The sound came unwillingly, him moving to fall back on Mondo’s bed. It was an open invitation, to do as he pleased, but not without first acknowledging who and what he would be doing this with. Kiyotaka began to loosen his tie, watching, waiting.

There was just something about Kiyotaka, that Mondo could never deny. No matter what the request, somehow the older always followed as he wished. Like a dog, waiting for his masters command he would bend to his knees if that was what he so asked. Lips quivered when the prefect pulled away, just for a moment to reveal his hidden desire. A long awaited confession of love, how could he have not seen this before? In school he had questioned it, but never more than that. Hands soft to the touch, but rough at the tips grabbed his face and traced the outlines of his jaw as if to remember everything about this moment. Breathing deeply into scolding skin Mondo had to shut his eyes, his brain couldn’t keep up with his body. The room was spinning, desire and anguished plagued both men as Kiyotaka cried for him. Telling him he can turn away while he did nothing but kiss him, press his body against his in a way to actually say ‘please don’t let me go’

He had to be insane, any right person-- friend-- would stop this before it went on. Before Kiyotaka got hurt by his decisions, before he woke up and realized that this isn’t what he wanted, Mondo wasn’t what he wanted but the former delinquents body didn’t move with his thoughts, it moved with the need to devour. “K-Kiyotaka... you... sayin’ shit like that it’s...!?” He had the swallow the lump stuck in his throat, the words were sticking to the roof of his mouth. A man so surrounded by law and justice, falling into the despair of taboo love. He knew what this meant for Kiyotaka, this meant a war on himself. A need to be happy, but a want of normality. Doing this would mean the end of the life he had been living up until now; a quiet, easy, married, normal life. Mondo didn’t have any of that, so maybe-- to Mondo, this was his normal. 

Thinking about all this was too much, it was wasting time. When he was younger Mondo all but lived in the moment at every twist and turn he could get to. Perhaps now, is the right time to go back to his roots. There was something wrong in his head, a bulb hadn’t been turned right because when Kiyotaka fell backwards onto his bed-- staring him down with those hazy, lust filled eyes it shot a bolt of lightning right down to his groin. Watching with shaking eyes as he begun to undress himself and by instinct his body moved again, falling ontop of the other and trapping him into the mattress as he towered over him. “Ya doin’ this.. kinda stuff... s’ dangerous, Kiyo.” His words were heavy, panting before they had even started. 

A sharp fanged mouth pressed against Kiyotaka’s stretched neck just slightly before tearing himself away. Leaning his torso upwards Mondo grabbed both ends of his black shirt and and lifted it above and off his own head. Shirtless, hovering above Kiyotaka the biker kept his mouth slightly ajar, still breathing hard as he spoke, “I wanna fuck ya, Kiyotaka...Ishimaru...let me ‘ave ya, if only tonight!” Voice rumbled with confidence, a confidence he didn’t realize he had.

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Warmth covered his own hand, holding it tightly, and for once Kiyotaka felt so right. He closed his eyes, burning from the constant barrage of tears which flowed freely from their corners. Mondo was too good, so kind to him in his desperation. He had always been that way, even opening his home to him so graciously after all this time. The problems in the back of his mind were for his future self to deal with, for now he was ignoring them, resulting to cowardice yet again. His only salvation was the suggestion that they should leave, it was much later than when they’d arrived, and the trains would surely be stopping their rounds within the next hour. “Yes, please!” A shout that was much louder than he’d meant for it to be voiced his agreement, and with shaky legs Kiyotaka managed to stand. His body may have been impaired, yet his mind was racing much too fast. Those fingers which continued to twitch through the first uncomfortable minutes of their meeting now clung to a jacket so despairingly as he was led through the subway once more. Except this time he would be exiting the train much earlier, he would stumble up to Mondo’s apartment without a second thought, and he would find himself standing in the middle of a cluttered one room affair.  It was fairly roomy for a Tokyo apartment: a decent entryway with a small kitchen area, and room enough for both a bed and couch. Truth be told, Kiyotaka was expecting much worse. The younger man spun around as the door was shut behind them, the air becoming heavy. They were alone now, that fact alone seemed to set the stage for every buried emotion to come flooding forward within him. He was here with Mondo Oowada; the man he’d given up on long ago, the man who had unknowingly forced him to come to terms with his sexuality–but only slightly enough so he may repress them once again. “Mondo-kun…” The words came out in a rush, body pushing forward like it had forced him to at the platform. Kiyotaka couldn’t think, there was no time for that, and thinking would just ruin this moment. He would come to his senses eventually–maybe–after his hands twisted in the tight black t-shirt, using the strength they both knew he had hidden inside of him to push his partner up against the door. After…his lips came crashing into the ones they had longed for ever since high school.

Once the tab was paid, and their meeting agreed to continue at Mondo’s apartment they set off on what was seemingly supposed to be a easy night. His arm wrapped tightly around the suited man, funny he always imagined Kiyotaka wearing one of these stuffy business shirts but never thought he could pull it off as well as he does. Getting to the station was a bit of a hassle, more than Mondo liked but at least they made it for the last rounds before it closed. Sighing, the biker gazed downwards as Kiyotaka clung onto his shirt as if he might drop him. His eyes lifted upwards and stared out into the dark night-- the lights going by in a blur all muddle and mashed. Just how it was when he rode his motorcycle. Closing his eyes, just for a moment he thought how nice this was. It brought back so many good memories, so many good feelings, he could have fallen asleep right there if he didn’t have another body to attend too.

Once off, they both stumbled into his apartment, how he really wish he had his bike. It would never have taken this long to get here. Letting go of Kiyotaka he turned around to quietly close the door. Boy was he glad he didn’t get totally smashed, he doesn’t think he would have made it. Licking his lips Mondo kept his hands on the knob, chuckling more to himself than anything. “Welcome home...!” A joke, trying to make it seem like he has it together. “S’rry it’s so messy, I ain’t really had time ta clean or nothin’-- wasn’t expectin’ no guests!” It was an decent apartment, it kept him out of the cold, but because it was in a particularly undesirable part of town he got a good price on a pretty big space. The only lucky thing that has happened to him. Other than reuniting with Kiyotaka-- the only man who ever made him try hard enough.

“Ah, Kiyotaka!” he almost forgot, he turned around but when he did he was met with the prefect glaring at him like he had done something wrong. A droplet of sweat slipped down his chin when he heard his name being called; before he could even react he was being slammed against the door-- lips colliding. “Mpff!” A sound he never once heard his voice make came out like it was hiding there this whole time. His body reacted almost immediately, hands twitching in the air as if afraid to touch Kiyotaka-- cause if he did he would burn. But they did it anyway-- large fingers gripping a waist. Digging deep it must have stung, for the first time in a long time Mondo was scared. 

“K...Kiyo...!” Kiyotaka’s lips were warm, soft, and by surprise a tongue prodded-- he should have pushed it away but he didn’t. Instead, he allowed himself to close his eyes and let the other in. Allowing Kiyotaka to let out everything he had been holding back or all these years. It seemed he had a lot to say.