Musashi runs into Kid and Tetsuma in the locker room, and decides to join in.
Musashi kicked the locker room door open, deliberately without warning. “This isn’t a love hotel, you know.”
“Erg-“ Kid lost his balance in surprise and tumbled off from where he had been happily bouncing up and down on Tetsuma’s erect penis. The receiver, his back braced against the corner of the room, grabbed the nearest jacket to cover up his friend with, as if either of them still had any modesty to lose at all.
“Disinfect the floor when you’re done,” Musashi ordered gruffly, turning around to leave.
“Yes, all right,” Kid promised. “…Sorry.”
Musashi was about to close the door behind him when the quarterback spoke again.
“Ah… Hey. Musashi,” he called out softly, his voice husky and low in his throat.
“What?”
“Uh… It’s awfully adventurous, but…”
“Spit it out.”
“Why don’t you join us?”
The kicker scowled. “Huh? What kind of guy do you think I am?” he grunted.
At least Kid had the decency to look embarrassed. “I don’t know, I just thought it’d be interesting…” He brushed his hair out of his face. “Well, the invitation’s there, if you’re interested.”
“That’s not going to work,” Musashi grunted. “Anyways, I’m leaving.”
“Why wouldn’t it work?”
The kicker shook his head, exasperated, looking away from the quarterback and his silent friend. “What’s wrong with you? This kind of thing isn’t made for more than two people.”
“That’s what you think?”
“That’s what I think.”
“Well, come here, then,” Kid requested, rubbing himself as he leaned against Tetsuma.
Musashi obliged him, approaching cautiously.
“You can take off your pants, you know?” Kid suggested, tugging Musashi’s shirt to make him crouch down to their level.
“Okay.”
The younger man stretched and bent over again, perking his rump up like a dog in heat. He motioned with two fingers, and in response to the signal, Tetsuma tugged his hips back and pushed back in with a low grunt.
Perfect combination, Musashi thought off-handedly as he knelt in front of the couple, palming the growing bulge between his own legs. From the front, he couldn’t see the actual penetration, but Kid’s satisfied, pleasured purr and hooded eyes left nothing to the imagination.
“Musashi…” The quarterback repositioned himself so that he was sitting upright on Tetsuma, leaned back, and spread his legs to show Musashi the sight of the other man’s meat thrusting in and out of his anus. “Mmm…”
“What do you want me to do?” Musashi asked, confused.
“Uh… I want you to put your penis inside me- if you want to, I mean…?” he suggested.
“How? There’s already Tetsuma in there.”
“It’s not complicated, just stick it in,” Kid urged.
Musashi frowned as he reached forward, prodding at the filled up hole with his fingers. “Hey, Kid, I don’t think I can. It’s not going to fit.”
“No, I think it will…”
He positioned his hardened cock at edge of the opening and tried to ease it inside, to no avail. The head simply slid off from side to side, unable to push in and enter. “No, it’s really not going to fit. You’re just going to get hurt. This is a bad idea.” Musashi stood back and reached for his pants.
Kid looked at Tetsuma, who nodded and pulled out, steadying his friend with an arm. Clear lubricant dripped from his opened anus, the wrinkled hole gaping slightly. “Okay… You go in first, Musashi,” he said. “Tetsuma will follow; he’ll get in after you. All right?”
“You’re set on this?” Musashi asked. “…You sure it’s safe?”
“I think I can take it,” the quarterback assured him, straddling his stomach and giving a few experimental grinds. When he met no resistance, Kid reached down, steadied Musashi with a practiced hand, and sat back on the offered shaft, easing his hips all the way down a bit at a time.
The kicker grunted in surprise, unable to hold back a low rumble in his throat: it felt good. Kid’s body swallowed him, squeezing his shaft in rolling waves; the other man’s innards felt velvety, heated, alive around him. Musashi exhaled, pleasure stabbing at his gut. He tried to focus and control himself, staring hard at the muscles of Kid’s back, but his hips twitched of their own accord, spasming against the quarterback.
Kid leaned back onto him, rubbing his back against the kicker’s chest. “Hmm?” he murmured. Musashi couldn’t see his expression, but he could imagine those sharp, dark eyes glinting under their heavy lids.
“You should do the moving. I don’t know what you can take,” Musashi responded, gasping for breath.
“Mmhmm.” The other man set up a slow, comfortable pace, a great deal gentler than the reckless thumping he had witnessed with Tetsuma earlier. “You all right back there?”
“I think I should be the one asking you that.” He put a hand on Kid’s waist to support him. But Kid took it as encouragement, thrusting his hips faster in evident enjoyment before slowly grinding to a halt to regain his balance.
“We’re going on. All right?” the quarterback asked.
“Go for it,” Musashi gasped, trying in vain to catch his breath.
“Tetsuma,” Kid called out, his voice tender. The receiver closed in obediently, coming in to rest a hand on Kid’s knee.
Musashi watched as Tetsuma, with infinite care, lifted Kid’s legs, tilting him back. He couldn’t see much from behind Kid’s body, but he felt the other man approach, their thighs brushing as they crossed. Tetsuma’s body was boiling, radiating heat like a steam engine. The head of his cock pressed against Musashi’s as he got into position, and with a powerful motion, pushed inside of Kid.
He felt Kid stiffen and tense up in his arms, but Musashi couldn’t quite work his lips into words. In the tight confines of Kid’s ass, Tetsuma’s erection rubbed against his own, the friction making it feel as it on fire. It was a tight fit, almost painfully so, but it excited him to imagine Kid crammed full to the point of bursting.
“…Ah, ah… …Ah,” Kid said faintly, groaning and trembling as he stretched to accommodate the load. “Hey, backseat has to drive.”
“Uh?”
“Go. You know, start- mmm…” Kid threw his head back as Musashi pushed the last inch inside of him, and began gasping, his breath coming in shallowly. “Move-“
Musashi clenched his teeth, trying to hold back his moans. Pleasure wracked through his body as he began to pull out again, even as the other man’s body squeezed tightly on him. Tetsuma’s swollen cock rubbed against his own. As he moved, he felt the heat from both Kid’s and Tetsuma’s tangled bodies and heard the wet, sticky slapping of muscle against muscle.
Kid moaned appreciatively as Musashi upped the pace, and leaned forward to latch his lips around Tetsuma’s mouth. The quarterback began groaning and gasping even more, louder and louder the harder Musashi thrust into him, quivering and straining. Musashi clenched his teeth, unwilling to let his voice out as lasciviously as the other man, but was unable to hold back a ragged sigh as Kid bucked his hips up as well, rubbing up against him. He reached forward to grip Kid’s thighs, pulling him in closer and inhaling the smell of his sweat and sex. Musashi tried to slow down, but his body begged him for just a little more.
“Tetsuma… Touch me,” Kid urged, stroking his friend’s face with a shaky hand. Musashi couldn’t see his front, but he could assume where the receiver’s hand was going, as Kid let out a throaty chuckle. “Ah- gentle, gentle,” he warned.
“You’re an idiot,” Musashi grumbled, shaking his head. Despite his admonition, he sped up a little, digging his fingers into Kid’s hips and leaning over to rub his lips against the other man’s ear.
Kid’s reply was lost in his groans, husky with bliss as he was doubly fucked by his two friends.
Musashi exhaled hard, trying not to pant as he kept on thrusting in. “Mm…” An urgent ache built up on his gut and loins. He reached up to steady Kid’s shoulder. “Hey. Hey, Kid…” He tapped the quarterback’s face to get his attention. “Can I come inside you, or is that…”
Kid’s voice was faint as he replied. “It’s okay. Inside- ah… Oh, that’s good. That’s good- Fill ‘er up…”
At his friend’s assent, Musashi grit his teeth, steadied himself, and began thrusting into Kid harder and faster, as if intending to rip him in two. The quarterback let out a haggard grunt and tried to steady himself on Tetsuma’s shoulders, as Musashi gripped Kid’s hips, thrust in hard, and stayed there. He bit his tongue to stop from whimpering as his orgasm, powerful enough to be painful, wrenched its way out, shooting globs of sticky seed up Kid’s rear.
“Ah- goodness!” Kid exclaimed in surprise as Musashi forcefully unloaded himself, and Tetsuma shivered as well. “Good- goodness gracious-“
“Glad you’re happy,” Musashi mumbled, his head spinning from the sudden explosion of pleasure. He sat back with a dazed exhalation, relaxing muscles he wasn’t even aware of having used.
“No, stay in me… Tetsuma’s gonna come too,” the quarterback warned as inside of him, Tetsuma’s advances became quicker and more erratic. A low rumble rose in the air as he groaned as well, laying on top of Kid and pressing down on him, until Kid’s back was firmly pushed against Musashi’s chest.
Musashi pursed his lips, cautious of accidentally getting hit by either of them. With Kid still stuck on Musashi’s penis, the copulating pair was rocking back and forth dangerously close to his face. Tetsuma pounded away full-force and the back of Kid’s head lolled back recklessly; he opened his mouth to warn them, but Kid began to pant, first softly, and then steadily more desperately until he seized up and gave an agonized moan.
“Hey-“ Musashi began in alarm, but Tetsuma didn’t appear concerned. Kid writhed hard, and Musashi had to grip him by the sides to make sure his softening penis didn’t slip out of the other man. The quarterback jerked, a blissful expression on his face. Still moaning, he came, splattering a drip of semen between himself and Tetsuma.
Unlike his friend, Tetsuma only gave a short grunt, but Musashi snorted as he felt, inside of Kid, a powerful gush of hot liquid.
The air simmered down as all three men tried to catch their breaths. After a few minutes, Tetsuma was the first to move. He silently sat back, balancing Kid’s languid form on his chest, and pulled him off both his and Musashi’s softening penises, before getting up and reaching for the paper towel dispenser.
“Mmm… Thanks,” Kid mumbled, not opening his eyes as Tetsuma knelt next to him and began to wipe down his shoulders with a damp paper towel.
Musashi quickly averted his eyes, and fumbled for his pants from where Kid’s writhing legs had kicked them away. He pulled them on even as he made his way back to the locker room exit, fighting the urge to look behind him. “Remember to disinfect the floor.”
Short slice of life drabble. Kuroki and Kid playing video games together, or trying to.
“Some ace you are, QB! You’re hopeless!” Kuroki cackled, twirling his finger about the joystick of the controller.
Too busy trying to jab his index finger into the right button on his own controller, Kid didn’t protest the epithet. “Nnn..”
“KO,” a deep-voiced announcer declared. “Player One Victory!”
Kuroki threw himself back in the couch, still laughing. “I don’t get it, ain’t you supposed to have quickdraw hands?”
“Good grief, that doesn’t mean anything.” Kid put the controller down and picked up a cup of tea. “Told you not to expect anything.”
“No, it’s amazing! You’re not just average bad, you’re…” Kuroki scratched his head. “You’re so bad it’s amazing.”
The quarterback gave him a tired look. “Thank you, I suppose?”
“Yeah, what, you so old you never seen an N64 before?” Kuroki joked, resetting the game back to the Start screen.
Kid looked away, thinking. “Well, no, not really,” he admitted, after some pause. “Guess I was always really busy…”
“What a nerd.” Kuroki chuckled, rolling his eyes. He took a long drink from his beer can before flopping back on the couch again, and paused to listen to the electronic background of Alley Wars 5 before speaking again. “My dad got me my first game, Hopper, when I was ten. Haven’t looked back since.”
“That’s nice of him.”
“Yeah… Well, that was way back when he was going through his ‘How To Be A Good Dad’ phase. You know what I mean?”
“Not really.”
Kuroki shrugged. “Like, didn’t your dad ever buy you a video game or something, and stand there expecting you to… Dunno.”
“Not really,” Kid said vaguely, his eyes fixed on the controller.
“Eh, glad it’s over. Well, I got a video game out of it so I guess that’s a plus.” Kuroki shrugged again and got up to stretch, apparently losing interest in the screen in front of him. “And you know what video games were like when you were little.”
“Not really,” Kid repeated.
Kuroki looked at him as if he had just admitted to lifelong veganism. “Huh? Oh yeah, you’re one of those Amish cowboys-“
“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that, I’m not…” Kid chuckled weakly. “No, my old man just didn’t believe in that kind of stuff.”
“In what, electricity?”
Kid took a long drink of tea. “No, he wasn’t interested in stuff that wasn’t… Um, wasn’t related to important things. I mean, what he thought were important things.”
“That sucks.” The lineman crumpled his beer can and tossed it across the room, to a target stuck on the wall above a wastebin. “Then again, kinda nice. I don’t even know what my dad wanted me to do. Still dunno now.”
“Mmhmm…” Kid tapped his fingers against the arm of the couch. He looked around the room at nothing in particular. ““Well, it’s getting late.”
“Yeah.”
“I should probably get going, Kuroki,” Kid said, reaching for his hat. “Thanks for inviting me in.”
“No prob.” Kuroki hung his back over the other end of the couch, twirling an unopened bottle of beer. “You left the package?”
“Yes, in your kitchen.”
“Kay, thanks. Seeya tomorrow, Eyebrows.” He shot two fingers in the air and laughed. “Need me to let you out?”
“I got it,” Kid assured him, making his way through the mess of the apartment and to the front door. “See you tomorrow.”
The Shuuei Fishes are such a sad team. we only have one decent player (but they’re really good at what they do), unfortunately that’s colonoscopies, so...
After another theft from a high-security storage site, Takami sends Sena to ask Hiruma for any help he can get.
Also Sakuraba having issues, Kurita treading on Hiruma’s attempts at looking cool, and where Kid and Tetsuma hang out when they’re not stealing supercomputers or military secrets.
In the floodlights and whistles and beeping of the investigation around him, Takami knelt down at the base of the hole in the ground. He traced a fingertip along the cement dust covering the rubble
“Visual examination,” he said into his mouthpiece, “Via augmented lens and naked eye lead me to believe that the ground was opened up from the inside to allow the suspects access to the vault.”
Beside him, Sakuraba stood in silence, no doubt thinking about the stolen computer being shuttled away in the night, even as Shin was searching for trails in the city.
Takami turned to the other man and shook his head. “But there’s something I don’t understand. You reported that you, Kanzaki, and Itadaki encountered the suspects along the west entrance, as they were coming out of the courtyard. They were extremely destructive in making their way in, which is what raised the alarm… But they used a different way to get out.”
“Yes,” the other man said dully.
“I don’t know if…” Takami tapped at his wristband, pulling up a small holographic display. “New request. I need all the security footage available, from everywhere in the building,” he said aloud, and tapped ‘Send’ button after the program was done transcribing.
Sakuraba shook his head, wincing as it jarred his splinted shoulder. “Twice in ten days…”
“This can’t go on.” Takami stood up and looked around to where the emergency crews “Oh. No, Sakuraba, I meant- I didn’t mean you…”
“But you’d be right…”
The KNIGHT leader turned around to face Sakuraba. “No, but that's to be expected-“ he began, before realizing that he was saying the exact wrong thing at the worst time.
Sakuraba’s working shoulder slumped. “I’m just not really useful on the field…”
Takami opened his mouth to protest, but closed it, figuring that it would be better to use the crucial eight-hour window of time after a crime to work on catching the perpetrators instead of trying to psychoanalyze his teammate. “Hmm… Sakuraba. I need to see what happened, from your point of view. Can you go to Starbucks and steal their Wi-Fi to load the footage from your body cam to the cloud?”
“Yes… I’ll go do that.”
“Thank you.” As the blonde’s footsteps tapered off into the distance, Takami inhaled deeply and looked at the warehouse entrance in front of him. Five yards underneath the cement floor were the previously-secure data rooms, where just three hours ago, an entire computer was bodily lifted up and carried off into the night.
“Message to Eyeshield. Sena, report to me right now,” he said, tapping a button on the side of his glasses. The message had barely beeped away before the air suddenly pressed in on him, displaced by a rapidly approaching figure.
“Takami, I got your message!” Sena blurted right away.
“Sena.” Takami looked him and waited.
“Y-Yes?”
“Have you heard anything from him?” Takami asked quietly.
Sena paused, looking away guiltily. “Well… I haven’t really… Found him. Not really.”
“You haven’t.”
“I-I’ll keep trying. It’s just that-“
“Sena, how long do you think we can keep letting them get away?”
The boy looked down at the ground, swallowing hard. “I don’t know…”
“I think you do know,” he said sternly. “We can’t.”
Sena stared at his feet. “S-Sorry-“
“We don’t need ‘sorry,’ we need information. Shin needs that information.” Takami gave him a short nod and turned around, not meeting his subordinate’s eyes as he walked away.
Sena stared up the grimy cement wall of the run-down apartment. It was just one of the many the half-buildings falling apart on the east side of the city, where the sewers full of garbage waited for the rain to wash it to sea. All around, fallen electric poles had long been picked clean of any scrap metal. He slid his hand behind the metal grating over the front of the building to knock on the door behind it.
Predictably, there was no response. Sena gave a final half-hearted knock before shouldering his bag again. Well, guess I’ll just have to go back and-
“Oh, Sena! Hi! What are you doing here?” A very, very large figure blocked off the steps leading to the street.
“Uh- Kurita, hi!” Sena deflated in relief. No matter the sinister air of the dilapidation around him, the big man radiated a protective space around him. Sena hopped a few steps closer, trying to calm down.
“It’s nice of you to visit,” Kurita said, nodding. “I’m visiting too, I bought some cake…”
Sena fidgeted. “Um.”
Kurita watched him patiently. “Yes?”
“Is Hiruma in? Takami sent me to ask him… About stuff…”
Kurita nodded understandingly. “Oh, you’re here on business… Well, there’s still cake if you’re free after! And yeah! He’s been working on something all day. I’ll let you in,” he offered, reaching over with a set of keys to unlock the metal grating. “C’mon in!”
“Thanks-“ As he stepped Sena winced, narrowly stopping himself from covering his nose at the smell of energy drinks, unwashed laundry, and shoes. Hiruma’s apartment was never the cleanest even in the best of times, and today, the odor sent a sting of bile up Sena’s throat.
“Hiruma!” Kurita called out, unfazed by the smell. “Are you awake?”
“’Course I am, fuckin’ fatty,” a voice snapped from the darkness, from the direction of the glowing computers in the far corner.
“Sena’s here!” He fumbled along the wall for a moment before switching the lights on. The generators around him hissed at the sudden energy demand, but on the ceiling, the fluorescent panels lit up, revealing the mess around them: old food wrappers, spilled energy drinks, old clothes, piles of gutted electronics, and bags upon bags of disorganized equipment.
“Tch! Don’t do that, you could have crashed the whole thing!” Hiruma snapped, hurriedly examining his computers as the screens flickered.
“Ah, sorry…” Kurita said placatingly.
“Piss off… And what?” Hiruma rose up, his long, lanky legs unfolding underneath him like some sort of insect. “What do you want.”
“Uh… Hi…” Sena said weakly, eyeing the door behind him. Hiruma stalked forward, his usual snicker gone. His angular face was even sharper today, ghoulish in the gray light.
“Whaddayawant.”
“I’ll go put this in the fridge- oh, I’ll make some tea,” Kurita said, disappearing into the next room. There was a crack of electricity, and the fluorescent lights flickered on there as well. “Oh, what a mess…”
Sena gulped. Without Kurita’s calming presence, Hiruma was a great deal more sinister. “Uh…”
“Here on business?”
Sena nodded.
“Ooo, fun.” Hiruma’s lips twitched in fiendish glee, anticipating a game.
“Uh… Yeah…” Sena swallowed. “Just… Uh, how are you doing?”
“Fucked up.”
“Uh.” Sena laughed nervously. “Okay. Uh… I mean, it’s nothing, I don’t know if you know, but I was wondering if-“
“You’re looking a bit uncaffeinated… Long night?” Hiruma interrupted, smirking. He grabbed an e-Vape from where it was charging on the table, switched it on, and took a long huff of it.
Sena laughed uneasily as Hiruma exhaled a sickly-chemical cloud of artificial fruit over him. “Ahaha.. No, just the usual..”
“Long night trying to chase down suspects of the only successful assault on the Secured Grey Facility to date?” Hiruma corrected.
Sena flushed and sighed. Leave it to Hiruma to already know anything and everything. “…Yeah.”
“Oo, what a shame,” he said mockingly. “Well, it sure as hell wasn’t me, so fuck off. I got an alibi. I always got an alibi.”
“Uh- no, oh no, I’m not saying we’re suspecting you- I mean-“ Sena quickly stopped himself to pause and gather his thoughts. “Well, we know who it was, and… We were hoping you could…”
“Could?” Hiruma sniggered.
“…Well, we were just wondering if you knew anything about them.”
For a few minutes, Hiruma exhaled out vapor through his nose, chuckling at something only he found funny. Finally, he spoke again. “I know them.”
“You did- you can take me to meet him?” Sena asked hopefully, fingers digging into the wall behind him.
The notion of it set off another round of vicious cackling from Hiruma. “Eh? Take you to his place?!” he snorted. “That guy… Fuck no, KNIGHT doesn’t have anything valuable enough to me to trade for that information.”
“Well, I mean, maybe not something that big but- you know something about him, right?” Sena added quickly. “Sorry, I know I’m kinda being pushy but we really need anything you can tell us-“
“What do I have to tell you about Eyebrows…” Hiruma shrugged. “Just don’t be his enemy. That’s the best advice I can give you.”
“T-That’s not very helpful!” he protested. “We can’t just let him do anything he wants!”
“Sure you can. Just your bigwigs wouldn't like that. Well, since I’m in a good mood…”
Sena didn’t dare blink as Hiruma took another long drag on his e-vape.
“We call him Kid.”
“What?” Sena tapped his wristband, and a holographic keyboard sprung into the air in front of him. He began typing, not taking his eyes off of Hiruma.
“The sad guy with the cowboy hat. He just came into town a few months ago. Doesn’t like to talk. No drinking, no smoking, and not a lot of fun in the sack either. But he sure can shoot, and he’s fast at it.” Hiruma smirked at Sena’s embarrassed wince. “With guns, gutter shrimp. I mean he’s a marksman.”
“O-Oh! No, I know, I wasn’t thinking-“
“Sure, sure.” Hiruma switched his vape off and tossed it aside, exchanging it for another stick of chewing gum. “I’d call him a smart guy, but he’s honest, so there goes that. His buddy though… The muscle guy. Dumb as half a walnut. Wouldn’t know how to shit himself without the Kid telling him to. He’s got some kind of control over iron. Not sure the extent, not sure how fast he is at it, but you saw what he can do. Not very pretty at it, though… He’s not going to be ripping the atoms out of your hemoglobin anytime soon. Doesn’t that make you feel better?”
Sena nodded as he finished typing.
“And…
“Thanks for-“ Sena paused. “Why are you telling us?”
“Eh heh heh! Because I’m just that generous!” he cackled.
“Ahah.. Hah.. hah…” the boy laughed weakly in relief. “Well, thanks, Hiruma, I guess-“
“Hell no.” Hiruma leaned forward and blew a bubble at him. “Because, fucking shrimp… The Lone Ranger over there’s starting to tread on my boots, if you know what I mean, and you guys are useful to me.” He sat back. “That’s all the scraps I feel like tossing at you. So if you want more, send Glasses Guy here himself. Tell him I’d just love to talk to him about our desperadoes. …If he’s got stuff to pay with, at least.”
“I can’t send-“ Sena protested.
“Naw, he’ll send himself.” Hiruma snickered and waved a hand. “Go tell him that.” He leaned in, his earrings glinting coldly in the light, and gloated, letting his lips stretch out to reveal a mouth full of cruel, needle-sharp teeth. “Oh, I know. KNIGHT’s tied. And I know you’re tied. So don’t think I’ll let you guys on easy, ‘cause-“
“Guys! I made tea!” Kurita exclaimed, thumping back into the room with a tray. “And I found the matching sets! Aren’t they cute?”
Hiruma flinched at the sudden tidal wave of goodwill. “Fuckin’ fatty…”
A plate of tiny butter cookies swooped into Sena’s field of vision, followed by Kurita’s beaming face. “Hiruma works so hard… I thought I’d bring in a snack, but then you showed up, Sena, so I thought- we can have a tea party now! Oh, am I interrupting something?” he asked, looking from Sena’s pale face to Hiruma’s pinched expression.
“No,” Hiruma said stiffly, grabbing a cup of tea and swallowing the burning liquid in one gulp. “Nope.”
Despite the sun, it was a sharp, chilly day in the desert. Throughout the sand, large chunks of metal and plastic, some with their logos and patterns still intact, stood as a graveyard of airplanes and trailers. Out on a spare fringe of barren land, near a certain cluster of structures indistinguishable from the rest of the junk, stood two men, and on closer inspection, a neat little home underneath the awning of an airplane wing.
“Cashed in, job well done, Tetsuma.” Kid leaned back against the cement entrance to the underground garage, watching his best friend working on their usual getaway car the small courtyard in front of it. He unwrapped a Twinkie and took a bite, licking the artificially yellow crumbs off of his fingers.
Tetsuma looked over and nodded, his face satisfied. One hand pressed against the opened hood of the car, as if he were calming an antsy horse. The presence of iron was strong in the car, and it nudged at his mind. Right now, the framework formed by the presence of the iron showed a slight aberration on one of the pushplugs, so he concentrated, reaching out to the gap in the iron-presence, and gently nudged it back to its correct alignment.
Kid popped the last end of the Twinkie into his mouth. “Reckon we can afford to lie low while. Gotta put our pay in a some nice, safe places too, in the meantime.”
Tetsuma nodded, his ears pricked for every word from his friend’s mouth.
“Mm… Well, I guess we can kick back a little, then. Let’s sleep in tomorrow, Tetsuma. Then we can-“ Something in his fingers stirred, seeping out from the core of his marrow: an awareness of his hands being not in front of him, but everywhere at once: between the grains of sand, beneath the sawhorse, and in each splintered crevice of the old gnarled tree. He clenched his fists, but to no avail- the sensation of displacement spread, creeping up his wrists.
“Tetsuma,” he called out urgently, and the other man hurried over. Kid held his arms forward, signaling, and Tetsuma quickly lifted him up by the armpits and pulled him up against his shoulder.
Kid curled his body in close. He closed his eyes, pressed his cheek against Tetsuma’s neck, and inhaled, trying to fill his mind with his friend’s presence: the heat of his skin, the soft musk of his sweat. He closed his eyes, homing in on the steady thump of his friend’s heartbeat. Slowly, the prickling faded away. When he opened his eyes, in the glaring sunlight he counted to himself, ten fingers, two hands, still his own. “Guess I overdid it a little last time.”
Tetsuma responded by whuffing noisily into his ear, still cradling him close.
“Yeah. I’ll be more careful.” He reached up to run his hand through Tetsuma’s short, stiff hair. “I’m okay,” Kid repeated. “I’m okay.” But he didn’t ask to be let go, and Tetsuma made no move to, either.
In which Taka places a mail-delivery order of Karin’s newest R-18 doujin, delivered straight to his family home.
“All right, I’m updating your subscription, and I have you on the reserved list. The release date is two weeks from now, on the twenty-third. All right?”
In front of the counter, Taka silently paid for his preorder, carefully avoiding eye contact with the proprietor of Benihana Adult Goods.
“Here’s your preorder postcard.”
Karin must have been busy lately. Instead of an original illustration, this month’s postcard was just the cover of the next comic, the one he had just preordered, with a short summary: DOUBLE OR NOTHING! Kid of the Seibu Wild Gunmens faces off in a five-against-one against his rival quarterbacks, but with Hiruma involved, he gets much, much more than he bargained for! dubcon gangbang with multipenetration, fisting, oral, petplay, humiliation, forced drug and alcohol use, mpreg talk, gunkink, bondage, piercings, whipping, orgasm denial, nipple torture, and toys.
Thinking of Karin’s sweet, fresh face, Taka didn’t know what was more difficult to imagine: that a girl like her could write something like this, or that a boy like him could enjoy it.
“You know, you seem like a big fan of the AMEFUTO FAN series… We have a meetup on Sunday, in this shop, if you’re interested,” the owner observed.
“I’m not in the area.”
“Sorry. I assumed you were, since you do in-person pickups.”
“Well I certainly would not be having this material delivered to my name,” Taka said coldly.
The manager nodded understandingly. “You’re not the only one… But hey, you do know that we have a discreet delivery service, right?”
“I did not know.”
“Well, we discreetly wrap your stuff up in a discreet package, disguise it as a discreet package of socks… No one would ever know except for you.” The man put a cardboard box on the counter. It was printed with a cripplingly generic label reading, “Saferight Heavy Duty Socks. Your Stop For Basic Household Needs.”
“Clever,” Taka said blandly.
“Only 350 yen for shipping and handling… It was my daughter’s idea, actually. No one in their right mind would even think about opening something so boring…”
“It would be more convenient…” Taka mused, thinking of the forty-minute train ride to the shop. The tickets alone were already about 500 yen.
“Well, I’ll go ahead and put it on your next order, then?”
“Please do.”
“All right. Well, see you next time.”
“Taka?”
“What?” From inside his bedroom, Taka looked up at the sound of his father’s voice, and put his book down, irritated. He brushed his long hair out of his face and grimaced, hoping that his father would make it quick. If he had to hear about Father’s model airplanes one more time, he’d longjump out the window.
Thankfully, it wasn’t another heavy-handed attempt to interest him in any one of his father’s inane hobbies. “Can you watch the kettle? There’s a package delivered here for me, and I’m going to go pick it up.”
“All right.” Taka began to put on his slippers, but a red circle on his calendar caught his eye. Preorder delivery date. “Wait-“ he grabbed for the door handle. “Wait- Father.”
“Hmm, yes?”
“Turn off the kettle. I want to go check if a package came in for me too.”
“Oh, sure, you can come along!”
Rushing from his room, Taka pulled on his outside shoes and was out the front door before Father locked it behind him.
They walked out to the elevator, and Taka was grateful for the silence. When the elevator came, he walked in without a side glance.
The quiet didn’t last long, though. “Well… What did you order?” Father asked, as the door closed.
“Nothing.”
“… All right.”
The elevator passed the eight floor when Father spoke again. “How do… How do you like Murakami’s Rain Garden 108?”
“Why?” Taka asked.
“Well, I started reading it, and was wondering if it was worth finishing.”
“It’s his best work,” Taka said coldly.
“Oh.”
The door rang open on the lobby floor. Taka was two steps out when Father spoke again.
“What part is your favorite?”
“Why the sudden interest in literature?” Taka demanded. “You hate reading.”
“Well…” Father fell silent again as Taka walked on ahead. He walked faster, trying to catch up. “I thought that maybe if we had something in common…”
Taka rolled his eyes. “We’re different people. Our minds are on different tracks. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“But it would be nice if, you know, we’d actually talk sometime,” Father protested.
“We do talk. We live in the same place,” he said, irritated. “I don’t get it.”
Father let the subject drop as they reached the lobby of the postal room, but only for five minutes. “How do… How do you like your class-?”
“They’re fine,” he said curtly, crossing his arms as the automatic door to the lobby opened.
“Good afternoon,” the manager, a small balding man, greeted them. “Are you here for mail?”
“Good afternoon. Yes, we’re from unit nineteen, I’m here to pick up a package,” Father said easily, losing his subdued mood from before.
“Yes, Mr. Honjo. For you… We have a box here from… Saferight Heavy-Duty Socks?” the manager asked.
“That’s my package,” Taka interrupted, a jolt going through him. Karin’s doujin- If Father saw-
Father quickly shook his head. “Saferight? No, pretty sure it’s mine, I definitely ordered socks from Saferight.”
Out of all the possible company names, Benihana chose- Imbeciles! Incompetent imbeciles! “No, my socks are from Saferight,” Taka protested, trying to stay calm despite the anxious sweat prickling at his armpits.
“Huh? I didn’t know you bought socks from Saferight,” Father said.
“Well, I do now. I need these socks.” Taka insisted.
“Gentlemen… Why don’t we just open it up?” the manager asked, confused. “Then we can see whose socks-“
“No!” Taka barely restrained himself from making a grab for the package. “The antibacterial socks are light-sensitive,” he improvised quickly, under the pressure of the adults’ confused looks. “Have to keep them in darkness.”
“Y-Yes, please don’t open it here, the antibacterial compounds are very volatile,” Father insisted.
“O…Kay?” the manager asked dubiously.
“So… Don’t open it. Here. Don’t open it.”
A cold prickling went up Taka’s spine. “Antibacterial compounds,” he asked Father.
“Yes. Antibacterial compounds. W-why?”
The man at the counter looked at both of them suspiciously, not letting go of the package. “They’re… Socks, right?” he said dubiously.
Father let out a loud laugh. “Yeah, you’d be amazed at how fast I go through them! Well, I’m sorry for the trouble. I’ll just take my socks and go-“
“Stop it! They’re my socks! I ordered them, I know it,” Taka shot.
“You don’t wear Saferight socks, though?” Father insisted.
“Well, if they’re yours, do you have the tracking number?” Taka demanded.
“Oh, wait. Sirs.” The man at the desk yanked out another box, an identical package, from behind the counter. “Sorry, I didn’t realize. There’re two boxes of- socks, I guess? Oops! Well, they’re identical, so probably doesn’t matter whose package it is, so...” As the manager chuckled and filled out the retrieval form, Taka and his father carefully avoided each other’s eyes.
“Thank you,” Father said dully.
"...Thank you,” Taka said, grabbing one of the packages and turning around to leave.
“Ah- Taka, hold the elevator for me, I’m coming too-“ Father exclaimed, signing the release forms.
“I’m taking the stairs!” Taka practically shouted as he sped out of the lobby.
“Ah- No!” Kid moaned, sweat and cum streaming down his face as he strained against the shackles on his neck and limbs. “Don’t put it inside me. It’s too big!”
“Kekeke, just try to enjoy it,” Hiruma replied, handing the massive vibrator to Takami.
“And open wide. Buon appetito!” Marco commanded, before roughly grabbing Kid’s head and forcing his erection down the other man’s throat.
“Nn!”
Taka licked the tips of his fingers before turning the page, pinching the book excitedly.
“I’ve found it. A weak point in his defenses-“ Takami shoved the vibrator fully up Kid’s ass, followed by a two-page x-ray spread of the Seibu quarterback’s rectum swallowing the entire thing with all associated sound effects.
“Hurry up and turn it on, fuckin’ glasses. Are you going to beg, Kid? Say it. Woof. Whine like the dog you are-”
There was a knock at the door. “What is it?” Taka shouted, irritated, and quickly zipped up his pants.
Father opened the door, smiling awkwardly. “Taka.”
“What?”
“Well, I’ve been thinking…”
“Uh-huh…?”
“I mean…”
Taka looked at him balefully, as if daring him to waste any more of his R-18 doujinshi time.
“So… How do… How do you like this issue of the AMEFUTO FAN seri-“
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