Title: The One Filled With Despair (alternative title: The One With Murder-Fucking)(alternative title that isn't stupid: Black Widow)
Pairing: Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu x Izuru Kamukura
Rating: Filthy smut
Word Count: 3468
CONTENT WARNING: Sex, violence, literal murder-fucking. I am so sorry.
There was something freeing about giving in to despair. There were no rules or restrictions, no societal guidelines, nothing to tie you down at all. No expectations or responsibilities. No parental disapproval. Once you gave in to despair, you were completely free.
Fuyuhiko had never felt free before. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling. Not having to worry about his family or the clan. Not having to care what his father thought of him. Not having to put all of that before himself.
It was the first time he really, truly got to be himself.
He didn't need to put up a strong front anymore, because he didn't give a shit if anyone thought he was fit to lead the clan. He would just have Peko take care of anyone who opposed him. Besides, he was the only one left to lead, since he already killed his shithead parents.
He didn't need to pretend he didn't like cute shit, or sweets, or any of his other “embarrassing” interests, because who would be stupid enough to judge him now?
He didn't need to deny his sexuality anymore, either, for the same reasons. No one would dare say anything about him being gay now. And his father's approval didn't mean shit if he was dead. He was free to be as sinful as he wanted.
After the initial wave of violence and mayhem that the Remnants of Despair wreaked across the country, they were all mostly left to their own devices. They crossed paths from time to time, but for the most part, they all pursued their own desires, however dark or taboo those desires might be.
Fuyuhiko had the entire criminal underground at his beck and call, and Peko by his side to make sure his orders were obeyed. He had never felt so confident, so powerful, and the feeling gave him the courage to finally face his own wants.
He started small, approaching underlings he found attractive and yanking them into rough kisses. He took note of which ones responded positively, and once he built up enough courage, he took things further.
One evening, after a long day of mayhem and murder, Fuyuhiko called one of his underlings to his room. He wasted no time in seducing the man, sitting on his cock, and riding him until his virgin hole was too sore for him to walk. The underling had left confused but satisfied.
This began a long streak of sleeping with any of the men in the clan who expressed interest in Fuyuhiko. He would put out an open invitation, wait for one of the men to come to his room, and then ride them for all they were worth. Sex quickly became his favorite emotional outlet, the only thing that felt better than violence.
The first time he killed one of his lovers, it was an accident. In a moment of passion, he had wrapped his hands around the other man's neck. When his orgasm hit, he squeezed without thinking, and when he finally came down from his high, the man was limp and lifeless on top of him.
He panicked at first. Not because he had killed someone; at that point killing was second nature to him. He panicked because he had wasted a perfectly good lover like that… and he had enjoyed it.
It didn't take long for Fuyuhiko to try doing it again. He wrapped his hands around another sexual partner's throat, purring about how good he was going to make him feel. Then, while in the throes of climax, he strangled the life out of the other man. It felt fucking incredible, and Fuyuhiko had to stop himself from running out to find another lover that same night.
He was only able to do it a few more times before word began spreading through the clan. Finding a lover for the night became much harder, since none of the men wanted to get murdered. Fuyuhiko tried ordering them to fuck him, which worked, but that wasn't a permanent solution.
Eventually Fuyuhiko realized that, if he wanted the orgasmic rush of killing a lover, he was going to have to find partners elsewhere. He thought about tracking down some of the other Remnants, but that seemed like too much work. He tried using any Future Foundation members his men captured alive, but quickly discovered that it wasn't as fun if his partner wasn't willing.
So he formulated a new plan. On nights when he needed a lover, he would venture out into the streets alone (with Peko shadowing him, of course). He would target any soldiers or rioters out by themselves and see if he could lure them into his trap. His success rate was surprisingly high.
Fuyuhiko would lead his victim to a private location, fuck them, and kill them mid-climax. His favorite method was slitting his partner's throat while riding their cock, watching their lifeblood spill out of them as they spilled inside of him, but he would change it up from time to time.
Sometimes he would allow his lover to take him from behind, and when he felt his orgasm approaching, he would signal for Peko to stab the other man. She wasn't a fan of that method, but frankly, Fuyuhiko didn't give a shit. Feeling his lover's warm blood on his back while their hot cum filled his insides was positively euphoric.
One evening, while he was on the prowl, he encountered a familiar face. It took him a moment to remember where he knew the man from, but he realized he had run into him during the initial chaos.
Izuru Kamukura.
He was alone, standing stock-still atop a building, watching some sort of battle unfolding in the street below. Fuyuhiko stared up at him for a few minutes before making up his mind.
Making his way up to the rooftop, Fuyuhiko approached the stoic man. “Fancy meeting you here,” he called as he drew nearer.
Kamukura barely turned his head to look at him. “I suppose.”
Fuyuhiko raised an eyebrow, stopping next to the other man. “You don't normally come around. I would've seen you.”
Kamukura made a soft noise of acknowledgement, but said nothing.
After a long moment of silence, Fuyuhiko gritted his teeth. “So what the fuck are you doing here?”
The other man looked back down at the battle waging in the street. “Wandering.”
Now Fuyuhiko was getting annoyed. “Can you fuckin' elaborate a little? Christ, it's like I'm talking to a wall.”
Kamukura’s eyes flitted up to look at the yakuza leader, but he didn't turn his head. “I don't need to explain myself to you. It would be tedious.”
“Let me rephrase that,” Fuyuhiko growled. “Explain your ass, now, or get the fuck out of my territory.”
With a sigh, Kamukura finally faced him. “I am simply wandering. Observing the chaos. Trying to find something that isn't boring.”
Fuyuhiko studied him for a long moment. The man was really starting to piss him off. He had some nerve, distracting Fuyuhiko while he was on the prowl-
The yakuza leader suddenly remembered his purpose and started looking at Kamukura in a new light. He was a pain in the ass, but he was pretty nice to look at. A grin slowly spread across Fuyuhiko's face and his one golden eye glinted with malice.
“I have a way to entertain you,” he teased, moving forward to run a hand up Kamukura’s chest.
The long-haired man slowly furrowed his brow, as though he hadn't needed to express concern in a long time. He looked warily down at the hand that was now toying with his necktie. “What do you mean?”
Fuyuhiko’s smile grew. “Wanna fuck?”
Kamukura's expression shifted to one of almost-surprise. It was the most emotion Fuyuhiko had seen on him. “...Interesting.”
He didn't say anything else, so Fuyuhiko moved closer, gripping the front of his jacket. “Is that a yes?”
Kamukura seemed to be thinking about it, or maybe he just didn't want to respond. Fuyuhiko certainly couldn't tell. Finally, the taller man spoke. “...Yes.”
Feeling a rush of glee, Fuyuhiko used his grip on his clothes to crash his mouth into Kamukura's. He kissed him roughly, attacking with teeth and tongue while the other man stood there passively.
When he pulled away, Fuyuhiko glared up at his partner. “You better not just fuckin' starfish it, you hear me? Fuck me right or don't waste my time.”
“I will participate as much as I need to,” Kamukura responded, once again with no elaboration.
Fuyuhiko was getting used to it, though, and simply rolled his eyes. He grabbed the other man's tie and used it as a leash to pull him towards the stairs. “Let's go somewhere else.”
Kamukura remained unmoving for a moment before following behind the shorter man.
Initially, Fuyuhiko had planned on just leading the other man to the first secluded spot he could find, but he changed his mind. Somehow this felt different from seducing some random rioter, and as such, he decided that this deserved to be done in his own bed.
Kamukura's corpse would make such a good trophy, after all.
Fuyuhiko dragged the other man back to his base and straight to his room. Once they were inside, he locked the door behind them and shoved Kamukura towards the bed. He followed behind, swiftly shedding his own clothes.
Now completely nude, Fuyuhiko put his hands on his hips, glaring at Kamukura, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully-clothed. “Aren't you gonna take your clothes off?”
The long-haired man gave a slight shake of his head. “There's no need. Fully undressing would be a waste of energy.”
Fuyuhiko rolled his eyes, but didn't push the issue, choosing to straddle Kamukura's lap instead. “You're a real romantic, huh?”
“I don't believe romance has anything to do with this,” Kamukura replied snidely.
The yakuza leader let out a sharp laugh. “That's true.” He rocked his hips forward, grinding against the man underneath him, draping his arms around his neck. “Mmn… at least get your dick out.”
The taller man swiftly unbuttoned his pants, moving the fabric just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Fuyuhiko excitedly looked down, eager to see what he was working with.
“Wow,” he purred. “Look at this fuckin' thing…” He reached down, grasping Kamukura's cock and stroking it roughly. It was much more impressive than Fuyuhiko had expected, longer and thicker than his usual partners, and he felt his hole clench in anticipation.
Kamukura's hands came to rest on the blonde's hips, pulling him closer. “Do you have lubrication?”
Fuyuhiko snorted, jerking his partner with long languid strokes. “Don't need it.” He gave the other man a filthy grin. “I like a little pain with my pleasure, don't you?”
Raising an eyebrow, Kamukura said nothing. Instead, he guided Fuyuhiko's hips into place above his cock.
The yakuza leader caught his meaning immediately and gladly began lowering himself. He felt the head of Kamukura's erection pushing against his entrance for a moment before it slipped inside of him. Fuyuhiko let out a hiss of pain that quickly turned into a depraved moan. Being stretched so suddenly without lube hurt, but the pain mixed with pleasure in a heady combination that Fuyuhiko craved.
He keened at the intense sensation, slowly sinking all the way down Kamukura's cock until he was fully seated in his lap. Fuyuhiko chuckled low in his throat, running his tongue over his teeth. He looked up at his lover, eye wild. “Mmh… you're fuckin' huge…!”
Kamukura was watching him, as expressionless as ever. The only visible signs that he was feeling anything at all were his flushed cheeks and parted lips. He tightened his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips slightly, pulling him down hard, making sure he was buried as deep as possible.
Fuyuhiko groaned, obligingly grinding down onto Kamukura's dick, relishing in the stinging sensation. “Nng… Fuck, that's good,” he breathed. He grinned at his partner, rolling his hips. “‘M gonna ride you till you break.”
The taller man reached one hand up to curl around the back of Fuyuhiko's neck, pulling him closer. “You talk too much,” he growled before pulling the blonde into a bruising kiss.
It was the first time Kamukura had actively kissed him, and Fuyuhiko moaned excitedly. He kissed back, licking and biting at the other man's mouth as he slowly raised his hips. He lifted himself almost to the tip of Kamukura's cock, then slammed himself back down. The force of it punched a sharp moan out of him.
Fuyuhiko began bouncing on Kamukura's lap, plunging the other man's sizable cock into himself over and over. He moaned loudly, tugging at his partner's lips with his teeth.
Kamukura kept a tight hold on the smaller man's hips, pulling him down hard on each bounce. After a few minutes, he started bucking his hips up to meet each of Fuyuhiko's movements. His breathing was becoming more ragged, but he stayed mostly silent.
“Hah… Is this still ‘boring’?” Fuyuhiko asked between moans, rolling his hips down roughly. Kamukura didn't respond, so Fuyuhiko leaned in, kissing and biting the other man's neck, making sure to leave marks. “Moan, you bastard,” he growled.
His partner gave an indiscernible noise, but otherwise said nothing. He continued thrusting up into Fuyuhiko, however, so the yakuza leader decided it was fine.
It didn't take long for Fuyuhiko to near the edge. The sheer size of Kamukura's cock had it pressed against the smaller man's prostate with every thrust. He keened, bouncing harder in Kamukura's lap. “Oh fuck… I'm already getting close…!” He smirked hungrily at his partner, thinking about the best way to kill him. All he needed was for the long-haired man to come inside him and then his life was forfeit.
But he couldn't tell if Kamukura was close to coming. His expressionless face gave nothing away. Hell, Fuyuhiko could barely tell if he was enjoying the sex at all. It didn't help that his thoughts were being clouded by his own impending orgasm.
Finally, he decided to just ask. “Mmn… Does it feel good?” he purred, still riding his partner hard.
“Yes,” was the simple response, but from the way his hips bucked, it seemed like Kamukura was really enjoying himself.
Fuyuhiko moaned again, teetering dangerously on the edge. “A-Are you close?”
The other man was silent, and, for a moment, Fuyuhiko worried that he wasn't going to answer again. Kamukura finally replied, “Not yet.”
“What the fuck?” The blonde gasped as his lover's cock hit a particular sensitive spot. “Ahn…! Why not?!”
Kamukura's piercing red eyes focused on his face. “...I am… unsure,” he admitted. “It still feels very good.”
Fuyuhiko let out a frustrated whine. He was barely keeping his own orgasm at bay. “You… Mmn! You piece of shit,” he groaned. “You better fuckin' cum in me!”
The taller man furrowed his brow slightly, clearly thinking about something. He tightened his grip on Fuyuhiko's hips, pulling him down and holding him there. Before the blonde could protest, Kamukura flipped them over so that he was on top, pinning Fuyuhiko underneath him. He gave an experimental thrust, drawing a sharp moan from his partner.
“Oh fuck!” Fuyuhiko gasped. As soon as Kamukura began thrusting continuously, the smaller man felt his orgasm crash over him. He arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a loud moan, hands fisting in the sheets. It was the hardest he had ever climaxed without killing his partner.
Kamukura didn't let up, thrusting harder into Fuyuhiko's body. He made a soft noise as he watched him unravel. He sat up on his knees, gripping Fuyuhiko's waist as he fucked into him. His hips were the only part of his body that was moving, snapping forward in a perfect rhythm.
Fuyuhiko whined and squirmed, feeling oversensitive, but he didn't want Kamukura to stop. He wanted so much more, and he eagerly raised his hips to take his partner even deeper. “H-Holy shit…!” he moaned, grasping the sheets above his head.
His partner squeezed his waist a little tighter and continued pounding into him. Kamukura's emotionless facade was finally starting to crack - he was gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow, fully concentrated on how the other man felt wrapped around his cock.
“Nnh… ‘zat feel good~?” Fuyuhiko slurred, giving his lover a fucked-out grin. “You gonna cum in me~?”
The blonde clenched around him excitedly, moaning as he hit his sweet spot again. “Fuck yeah! Mmn, gimme your fuckin' cum!”
Kamukura closed his eyes and focused, chasing his climax while also driving Fuyuhiko towards a second orgasm.
Keening, Fuyuhiko rocked into each thrust. His body had never felt so incredible. He thought once more about how to kill Kamukura, but with the haze of lust over his mind, it was difficult to focus. Honestly, he was starting to reconsider the idea of murdering the other man, at least for now. If he was alive, that meant that he could fuck Fuyuhiko stupid like this again, which was way more appealing than the temporary rush of killing his lover.
So, even as his second climax approached, Fuyuhiko's hands stayed tangled in the bed sheets instead of around his partner's throat.
Kamukura was still pounding into him, face flushed and breath ragged, and his rhythm was slowly becoming more erratic. His eyes opened and he looked down at Fuyuhiko, watching the smaller man squirm. “I'm going to cum,” he announced in a low, thick voice.
Fuyuhiko felt his hole twitch around his partner, more than ready to be filled. “Hahh, yes! Cum for me…!”
Within moments, Kamukura was slamming himself deep into Fuyuhiko's body, hips flush against his backside. He let out a low groan as he came deep inside of his lover. The feeling of hot cum coating his insides had Fuyuhiko in the throes of a second orgasm and he arched off the bed, a long, loud moan pouring out of his mouth.
Eventually they both collapsed, exhausted. Fuyuhiko curled around Kamukura, kissing and caressing him, desperate for affection in the wake of his orgasm. Kamukura didn't push him away, but he also didn't reciprocate.
Finally, the blonde settled down, pressing his body against Kamukura's side. “Fuck, that was good,” he breathed, a soft smirk playing on his lips. “Heh, it's been a while since I fucked someone without killing them.”
Kamukura chose not to respond as he tucked himself back into his pants.
“You should be thankful, y’know,” Fuyuhiko told him, rolling on top of the other man to keep him in place. “Since I didn't kill you.”
“You wouldn't have been able to,” Kamukura replied. It was stated as a fact, not bragging or challenging.
Fuyuhiko let out a sharp laugh. “You wouldn't even have seen it coming.”
The long-haired man easily flipped his lover onto his back and grabbed him by the throat before he could react. He watched anger and arousal flash in Fuyuhiko's eye. “You wouldn't have been able to,” Kamukura repeated quietly. He released the other man's neck.
Growling, Fuyuhiko rubbed his throat. “Fine, whatever. I'm beginning to think I should've tried.” Switching gears almost immediately, he wrapped his arms and legs around Kamukura, pulling him down on top of him. “Make it up to me by fucking me again.”
Kamukura raised an eyebrow, easily prying himself out of Fuyuhiko's grasp. “Were two orgasms not enough for you?”
Fuyuhiko felt a little thrill at the fact that the other man had taken notice of how many times he came. “You can never have too many,” he teased, tugging on Kamukura's tie. “Come on, you liked it, too!”
But the long-haired man was climbing to his feet. “No. Regardless of how enjoyable that was, I have no desire to stay.” He walked to the door, ignoring Fuyuhiko's pouting, but he paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Perhaps I'll come back sometime. You are… interesting.” And then he walked out.
“Don't fuckin' bother!” Fuyuhiko shouted angrily, tossing a pillow at the open door, but by then Kamukura was already gone.
The yakuza leader fell back against the pillows in a huff. Maybe he shouldn't have let the other man live. But he had mentioned coming back, so maybe it would end up being worth it in the end. Fuyuhiko certainly hoped so.
He idly reached down and ran his fingers through the mess currently leaking out of him. He moaned softly as he touched his sore hole, and a smile spread across his face. That had easily been the best sex of his life, and he hadn't even had to kill his lover to feel that way.
Interesting, indeed.
I've had this idea for such a long time but never wanted to actually write it down, because it's awful lmao.
But for some reason, my headcanon for the Remnants is that they all went a little wild, beyond the murder and mayhem. Like, at least some of them probably did weird sex stuff, you know? They were teenagers who suddenly had the world at their feet. Hormones plus power trip plus (temporary) insanity? Weird sex stuff.
And I think Fuyuhiko would at least experiment a little. He had his own emotions and desires under such tight control for so long, so when he fell to despair, it was his chance to finally do what he wanted. Not to mention the fact that his parents probably wouldn't be thrilled about him being gay, so getting them out of the way allowed him to explore his sexuality.
And I'm sure Izuru just feels shoehorned in there. I have no idea how to write him, but I had to try and work some Kuzuhina (or in this case, Kamukuzu) into the story.
Anyway, I'm sorry for this. If you read my whole-ass note down here, thank you, and please don't judge me too harshly lmaooo
also for a true rarepair.... angst 6 for kamukuzu if you wanna~
6. "Don't you ever do that again!"
It wasn't like he'd never seen blood before.
Even before the tragedy his life had started blood soaked. That was his burden to bear taking up the family business. Still, didn't get any easier, especially after spending a period of his life actively contributing to the bloodshed.
It was seeing someone he cared about covered in blood that really got to him, especially when paired with that dead eyed look of apathy.
"Is any of it yours?" He shook Izuru pretty hard for being worried he was hurt, but it pissed him off that he wasn't looking him in the eye. Didn't he even care? "Huh? Answer me!"
"Mine?" Izuru wiped blood off his cheek with a half curled hand. "No."
"Christ…" Fuyuhiko felt his legs go weak.
When Izuru had just rushed in like that the minute guns started firing, when he vanished from sight when the dust kicked up…
"You fucking scared me, asshole!" He shoved him, not able to take deep breaths and feel his feelings at the moment. "Don't ever do that again!"
"Don't… ever save your life again?" Izuru asked, sounding both confused and a little… smug.
Fuyuhiko hated that.
"Don't make me think you lost yours, how about that?" He snapped.
Izuru frowned, uncertain what he'd done wrong. His partner was always passionate and often hard to understand, he'd learned the best thing to do was let him be angry.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Are you?" Fuyuhiko huffed.
"I can be after reflecting on this and finding out what displeased you."
Fuyuhiko snorted, rolling his eyes and pulling an irritated but fond face. "What "displeased" me is that I thought you died, what isn't clicking? You dying would hurt, Izuru."
Izuru listened, and when Fuyuhiko was done talking he nodded.
"Understood."
"... can you just… clean yourself up and sit with me for a bit instead of trying to fix it or whatever?"
Izuru nodded again, and wiped the blood off his hand onto his jacket before reaching out to stroke Fuyuhiko's cheek.
