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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/F
  Fandom:
      サムライフラメンコ_|_Samurai_Flamenco
  Relationship:
      Hazama_Masayoshi/Sawada_Haiji, Maya_Mari/Morita_Moe
  Character:
      Hazama_Masayoshi, Gotou's_Girlfriend_(Samurai_Flamenco), Gotou_Hidenori,
      Maya_Mari, Morita_Moe, Mizuki_Misawa, Sawada_Haiji
  Additional Tags:
      Blackmail, one_sided_pining, Possessive_Behavior, Angst_and_Porn, Post
      Series, Emotional_Manipulation, Power_Dynamics, Sex_Toys, Masturbation,
      Sexual_Fantasy, Foot_Jobs, Japanese_Rope_Bondage, Orgasm_Delay/Denial,
      Underage_Sex, Aphrodisiacs, Hand_Jobs, Loss_of_Virginity, Blow_Jobs,
      implied/mentioned_of_drug_use
  Series:
      Part 1 of Bad_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-06 Completed: 2014-07-01 Chapters: 9/9 Words: 25016
****** Kannen ******
by Divine_shot
Summary
     "You little shit! They deserve each other! You know they do! You're
     not even important."
     Sawada wanted to laugh through the phone at the fuming idol. "Who
     says so? You? Everyone else? Hazama doesn't feel that way."
Notes
     I blame seabroth for this. And everyone else who pretty much made
     Sawada and Hazama fanfiction. If I owned this I would pretty much
     make a sequel but alas I can only make shameless fanfiction.
     Fixed the timeline. I had to re-watch the last episode to make sure
     I'm going on the right track with this. Samurai Flamenco time line is
     sort of confusing. The original series is a year so everyone ages one
     year at the least through the original series.
     I changed Sawada's age. It says middle school but since Japan has
     weird school systems (since Junior high is the equivalent of middle
     school in other countries) I decided to make Sawada fourteen almost
     fifteen by the end of Samurai Flamenco rather than twelve or
     thirteen. He's still underage by A03's standards.
     The story takes place one year after the original series and some
     months. I'm guessing that since everyone wears shirts and short
     sleeve clothing that the Sawada incident happens in the summertime/
     close to the fall. So the ages:
     Hazama: 21-22 years old. His birthday is September so I'm guessing by
     the end of the series he's around 20 or so. He starts off in the
     series as 19.
     Goto: 25-26 years old.
     Sawada: 15-16 years old.
     Everything else I'll figure out as I go along.
     The title I decided on means several things but one of the words are
     "resignation towards despair."
     I have mixed feelings about this but I tried to make it in character
     as close as possible. Its not beta'ed at all.
     EDIT: Geez why didn't anyone tell me that I had the names derped up?
     I fixed all of the chapters now so it should flow better. I think.
     Also fixed several other things. If you didn't know the name format
     is close to being Japanese like so everyone's last names are used
     than first names.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Haiji Sawada, former nemesis of Samurai Flamenco, stared at the passe dull
ceiling in the padded cell. The teenager laid, arms above his head, on the cot
in his room at the juvenile mental ward. Outside of a small hard metal framed
bed made out of scratchy material and a cramped washroom with a sink and toilet
only there is nothing else in his quarters. The warden refused to board anyone
in the same room as him; many of the fellow inmates around his age or younger
unnerved by his personality.
Sawada didn't care either way. Being alone made him give into his thoughts, to
plan out his options and means of escaping. 'Samurai Flamenco.' He tasted the
name around his lips, the urge to whisper the hero's moniker out loud on his
tongue. Sawada's defeat had been his own mistake, not expecting the hero to
strip bare naked and claim his love for him. Did Samurai Flamenco truly love
him? The teenager didn't think so. Not in the regard of a friend or a lover but
more like a scapegoat before he pushed his own feelings onto another.
Hidenori Goto to be exact. He wanted to spat out the name in repulsion. Sawada
felt no glee when he broke the police officer outside of the satisfaction of
his plan coming to fruition. It had been too easy, pathetic really, to crack
the senior male into violence but Samurai Flamenco didn't break at all. Oh no
he still spoke of justice and optimistic resolve, even after visiting him in
jail.
The teenager grunted in exasperation and rolled over to the side. He wondered
what would happen if he broke the mighty hero; if he made Samurai Flamenco as
dark as himself. Sawada closed his eyes and imaged it; dark brown eyes in pain
and delightful agony. His lips, lush swollen and quivering in restrained fury.
Those cheeks of his hollowed and stained with tears as he cursed his name and
every being with his last breaths.
Sawada groaned and palmed himself; feeling himself grow hard. He didn't have
the same urges as the other teenagers, whom jacked off in the shower or in the
closed quarters during recess breaks like animals. Outside of morning erections
he never had a spark of desire.
Until now.
The gray haired teen wormed his lower lip against his upper teeth as he pushed
his hand inside past the dull green track slacks issued to him and worn hand me
down boxers. He gripped his uncircumcised member, pulling the foreskin taunt
over the head. Sawada played with himself slowly as his fantasy surged on. He
tried not to make any noises despite being in semi isolation; the guard outside
barely registering against his door.
Samurai Flamenco, bowing before him on hands and knees. Tied and bonded before
Sawada's feet with nothing on but boxer briefs. His other self traced his bare
foot against the older man's cheek, watching how he leaned into the touch in
perfect submission, half mooned eyes, before snapping back into focus. "I hate
you! I hate what you done to me and everyone else!" Samurai Flamenco's voice
yelled out, raw from other activities.
"Ah but you don't really hate me do you? Especially not with this." 'Sawada'
motioned his foot downward and traced the bulge forming behind the hero's
underwear. The older man sucked in a breath and tried to squirm away but
'Sawada' traced the man's length with his large toe; lightly scratching up the
frenulum underside. His gray eyes watched as the member started to grow beneath
him.
He wanted to laugh at how the virgin hero's penis made such an obscene tent in
front of him, twitching in restrained pressure. "Samurai Flamenco-san I never
knew you were such a pervert! Getting a stiffy in front of a teenager."
'Sawada' continued to play with the man, trying to use the gap between his
first and second toes to pull back the foreskin. "Have you ever cleaned
yourself? Pulled back the skin?" He spoke in a hushed but taunting voice; the
pre-cum from the hero's manhood staining the material of the pants a darker
color.
Samurai Flamenco only panted; tears starting to form behind his eyes. He tried
to wiggle away again but 'Sawada' had a good hold on his member and continued
to coax it out; using the underside arch of his foot now. The teenager smirked
darkly as he watched the hero bite his bottom lip, trying to hold back moans.
"Do you do this often Samurai Flamenco-san? Do you jerk yourself off thinking
of me? Or maybe you think of that police officer."
The hero tried to reply but his words choked in his throat as Sawada managed to
fish him out; his member exposed outside. It stood grotesque and obscene;
slightly curved and barely covered with skin at the exposed head. Dripping a
stream of pre-cum down the underside freely to make puddles on the ground. He
trembled and 'Sawada' smirked darkly. He continued to rub his foot against the
member; making sure to push the foreskin over and over again in a rhythmic
emotion. Pre-cum started to gather against his toes, making them sticky but
'Sawada' didn't mind.
"You want to come don't you Samurai Flamenco-san?" The teenager held back a
laugh a the older male grinding his teeth together in a weak assertion of
control. "I want you to come then Samurai Flamenco-san, like the good hero you
are."
Sawada could feel himself starting to finish in the real world; hands pumping
his member and pushing the skin against the sensitive head near the frenulum
over and over again. His other hand pulled and coax his balls for the semen
that prepared to shoot out; both motions making wanton noises in his room.
"Samurai...yesssss...." He kept his eyes closed as he continued to image his
dream self torturing the hero sexually. Sawada wonder how far could he go. He
could probably fuck the hero if he wanted. Toying with him much like a cat,
leaving the hero begging and writhing, before mounting him like a beast. Taking
his virginity and screaming for him and him only.
"Hazama, Masa-chin, oh...oh!" Sawada gasped. His toes curled and he could feel
the fluid trailing up the tube and spurt out of the head. He continued to pump;
draining more white come all over his palm and some on the far wall. The teen's
senses buzzed and his nerves felt frazzled; dopamine creating endorphins in
overdrive. Sawada swallowed in gulps of air, trying a weak attempt to get his
breathing and mind back in control. He never had an orgasm that intense before,
body still singing in pleasure. Sawada opened his eyes and grimaced at the mess
of it all.
He weakly moved around to the outer edge of the bed and rose to his feet. Still
exposed, the young villain wobbled over to the meager washroom and grabbed a
cloth from the towel rack to clean himself off at the sink. Turning on the
water to lukewarm, Sawada stared dispassionately at his penis; wiping off the
excess in a medical fashion. He thought about Samurai Flamenco again and felt
his member twitch in anticipation. "No." He told his hormones firmly as he
formed another plan. He had noticed something outside of Hazama's nakedness and
he was going to exploit it. "I did promise to go after you again didn't I?"
Sawada said in a sing song voice.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Hazama-kun...Helllllllo Earth to Hazama-kun!"
Masayoshi Hazama the resident hero and model barely regarded the harping voice
in front of him. He laid on the break table in the studio house with his head
in his arms. Today he had a dual shoot with Mine Mira again. The other two
girls were glad to see him since it had been a busy seven odd months after
everything that happened but the leader spent a good majority harping and
pestering him.
Mari Maya stood with her hands on her hips; glaring and hovering at the other
male. "You're so stupid! We have a photo opt together and you're here moping
over Goto-san."
"I'm not moping over Goto-san!" Hazama rose so quickly out of his chair that it
ended up on the floor. The older male put his hand to his mouth as Mari smirked
in triumph.
"See! You're crying over the fact that Goto-san moved on with his girlfriend!
Disgusting! I never thought to see a homosexual virgin like yourself pining for
a taken man."
"Hey! You're one to talk! You're involved with another woman yourself!"
Mari flushed red but covered it up with another scowl. "I...I'm only involved
with Moe because of the fans! Idols can't be with other people publicly and you
know this!"
Hazama threw up his hands; picking up the chair before plopping back into it.
Head bowed he tried to tune out Mari before he gathered back to his thoughts.
He had been in a funk lately because his friend Goto-san took a trip to
Nicaragua. Hazama wondered if the man would ever get over his girlfriend and
move on finally. He thought that the last text message would had been the final
nail in the coffin but the hero assumed wrong.
His heart and mind quelled strangely as of lately. The brown haired man
couldn't help but think about the cop; remembering how he proposed to him
selflessly. He wanted to protect him at the time so that he wouldn't do
anything foolish but part of him wondered did he really mean it? 'Is...is this
love?' Hazama had no idea and found himself jolted out of his thoughts when
Mari hit him upside the back of his head.
"COME ON! I've been yelling at you for the past minute that they want us to go
out!"
 
===============================================================================
 
"We're so glad to see you home again Sawada-kun."
Sawada barely regarded his parents when the three of them entered their
residence. They released him on good behaviour early in the midst of December.
It had been laughably easy to manipulate the Japanese system in his favour and
play the misguided youth card to a T. Being a ghost and erasing his
previous sparse background paid off for the re trial.
Sawada changed into some of his old clothes before the pardon; a pair of gray
baggy pants too big for him as well as a heavy gray sweat shirt hoodie. He lost
a bit of weight and gained muscle during his time in the facility.
He remain silent ever since he got into the car. The teenager knew his parents
were putting on a front for his sake. Ignoring the past for their own
protection rather than any regard for him. Pathetic that they haven't learned
from the past. A long Christmas tree stood near the vestibule shoe area, almost
mocking him with its merry milieu. "If there's anything you want to eat,
anything at all tell us." His mother spoke again; her voice wavering and
hesitant, as if a sudden word would jolt him off.
Sawada shoved his hands into his sweat pockets and pretend to think about it.
"I want some curry ramen."
 
===============================================================================
 In the confines of his old room and away from the nagging tongues of his
parents Sawada could get to work. He leaned against his desk chair and flipped
his phone back and forth. The gray haired youth had not been surprised that the
police didn't raid his phone thoroughly. Besides playing back the few calls he
did towards Samurai Flamenco it had been almost one hundred percent intact.
Sawada opened up the deep burrows of his phone; resting his head against his
other hand as he put in the password. It took a good ten minutes before it
finally cracked because he had to input all of the variables of numbers.
Pictures flooded his screen but he focused on the few from almost a year ago.
Turning on his laptop next, Sawada barely blinked at his hard-drive being
cleaned out. He knew that the NPA would do such things out of spite rather than
for actual evidence.
"Shit." He would have to re-install the operation system before he could do
anything else. 'More time wasted.'
While he did that his mother knocked before opening the door with a tray of hot
steaming ramen in a ceramic bowl. He moved his computer over and let her put it
on his desk before she vanished as quickly as she came.
When the bios were being set up Sawada prayed to his food and broke apart his
chopsticks. He knew his mother didn't make this herself; going out of her way
to get non local take out. The teen wasn't grateful because she would often do
this as a child. His mother pacify him with gifts and items instead of actual
attention or love.
He slurped up the noodles and blinked at the flavour. It couldn't compare to
Shoyo or Tonkotsu ramen but it had its own flare, especially with the extra
chili pepper to imitate the Indian version of curry rather than the more mild
Japanese type. Sawada found himself eating it all as he worked his computer
back online.
The gray haired teen drank the broth as his computer finally went to the log in
screen. Sighing and sated, he started to quickly type in the password; a slight
variation of the one on his phone. The computer booted to the blank desktop and
Sawada plugged in his phone to retrieve the pictures.
He couldn't help but smile darkly as he extracted and upload several of them on
his computer. Once finished he unplugged his phone again and started to compose
a text message.
===============================================================================
 Sawada puffed out cool breaths of air and rubbed his hands together.
His parents didn't buy him any new clothing yet so the teenage had to wear
belts and bundle together several layers; wearing two long coats over other
items. So while his torso remain nice and toasty the rest of his body froze. He
couldn't put on a hat that fit so his long gray hair did nothing against the
elements and his fingers were bare.
'Where is Hazama-san?' Lately Sawada has been using the older man's real name
instead of his trademark. He wanted to eventually work up to the point that he
wouldn't use honorifics at all; on a first name basis. He continued to stand in
front of the train station, looking out for the hero.
He spotted him eventually running inside of the building. Unlike himself he had
on a heavy parka coat along with a bright red scarf. Two cups of something were
placed in his lined gloved hands.
"Sawada-san!"
Sawada frowned at his last name being spoken. He didn't enjoy how Hazama took a
step back instead of a step forward; distancing themselves with such a thing.
Most people would had used 'kun' but saying 'san' made it seem like the older
man was overly polite for his sake.
Instead of voicing this he waved Hazama over. The man smiled and Sawada ignored
how his chest constricted. He wondered how long Samurai Flamenco would have it
remain on his face after he tells him the news.
"I didn't know you were released." Hazama gave Sawada a cup and the teenager
realized that it was coffee. Black coffee from Starbucks to be exactly with a
few sugars and some hazelnut cream. The teenager wondered how the older man
knew what he liked but didn't question it.
"They released me a few days ago." He spoke in a low voice in between sips.
They were silence before Hazama spoke again.
"So why did you call me out here?"
'Ah yes.' "I'll tell you once we get there."
===============================================================================
 The two rode on the train leading outside of the main land. They arrived at a
hotel paid for by Sawada in advance.
Hazama stared at the building in confusion and awe and the teenager wanted to
chuckle. This particular hotel housed various kinds of clientele so discretion
would be no problem. He hoped the man would get used to it because they would
be coming here very often in the future.
They checked in quickly, the concierge barely giving them a glance as he gave
them their key. Sawada wanted to laugh at how Hazama fidgeted as he opened the
room up with the key card.
The room itself, suite based, housed a small table surrounded by two sofa
chairs along with a fridge fully stocked. A giant luxurious king side bed sat
near the balcony window overseeing the city.
Sawada sat in one of the chairs and motions for Hazama to sit in the other. The
man seemed to stare at it in contemplation before finally taking off his coat
and settling down.
"I brought you here because I want to make a deal."
Hazama blinked in confusion. "A deal? What do you mean?"
Sawada pulled out his cell phone and held it up. "I have pictures from that one
time here. A lot of them. I took them while you were 'confessing' to Goto-san
before the police arrived."
Hazama froze; his dark brown eyes a swirl of emotions. The teenager tried to
remain passive as he continued. "If you don't comply with me I will release
them to the public just like your video I posted those many years ago."
"You promised!" Hazama stormed up from his chair, fists balled up. He hovered
near the other male in anger. "You promised not to get anyone else involved in
this besides me!"
Sawada faked false innocent, glancing up at the hero. "Oh but I'm not getting
anyone else involved! I only want you to be damaged; it doesn't matter what
happens to Goto-san now does it?"
The hero clinched his teeth together and Sawada felt his cock stir behind his
pants. 'That's it; that's the look I wanted.' 
"What, what do you want? I don't...I don't want you to release those pictures."
Sawada tried to hold back the smirk that threaten to blow against his features.
"I want you to be mine. Only mine."
Hazama paused; the rage and emotion sliding from his face. "Be...yours?" He
cocked his head to the left in confusion.
Sawada wondered how innocent Hazama really was when it came to intimate
matters. He wanted to find out how much he could push the man. "Yes. I don't
want you to get anyone else involved but you. You will come to this hotel
whenever I call and do whatever I say. You will obey whatever whim I tell you
to do."
"How long will I have to do this?" Hazama appeared defeated but Sawada saw that
spark in his eyes still. He wondered how long would that last too.
"Oh I'm not cruel like King Torture so let's say....until I graduate. That
isn't too long is it?"
Hazama did the calculations in his head and Sawada knew that he wouldn't
graduate until maybe in the spring, the summer at the latest. So maybe four
months at the least and six months at the most.
After a long debate Hazama finally sighed with resigned delegation. "Fine I
accept."
"Good." Sawada flipped his phone closed and put it away; clasping his hands
together. "I'll text you again so we'll keep in touch alright?"
Chapter End Notes
     Random Japanese notes: Using a honorific is almost always required
     when saying another person's name out of respect. When you don't use
     one it states your comfort level around the person. Only really close
     people don't (such as boyfriends/girlfriends/etc.) 'San' has more
     respect than 'kun,' which is more relaxed so Sawada is saying that
     Hazama is not only weary of him but giving him faux respect as well.
     There are several kinds of ramen but the most common are: Miso, Shoyo
     (Soy) or Tonkotsu (Pork) based broth ramen. There are also hybrids as
     well such as Curry and even Mayo.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Hazama stared at the detailed text message he received in mortification.
He just finished another photo opt for the up and incoming Christmas season.
His manager Sumi Ishihara gave him a good two weeks off before he had to do
more before New Year's eve. So he had plenty of time to take care of personal
matters. He stood outside of the production building; on his way home before he
got the message.
He thought about calling Goto, his old mentor, the Flamengers, hell
even Flamenco Diamond instead of doing something so embarrassing. 
'No. I told him I wouldn't get anyone involved in this.' Despite the teenager
going after him under shady pretenses Hazama wanted to keep to his word. But he
had no idea how in the world he would pull this off.
===============================================================================
 
Sawada sat on the king size bed in boredom, kicking his feet back and forth
against the frame like a child his age rather than a mastermind.
He texted Samurai Flamenco a good two hours ago. It didn't take that long to go
from the main land all the way to the southern part of the country. Not only
that but his request had been simple in his mind compared to the other things
he could have suggested.
The gray haired teen contemplated about sending off the pictures until he heard
a light knock on the door. He smiled openly and not fake for a change; jumping
from the bed to get it.
"Sawada...san?" Hazama stood near the door way, barely peeking in the crack.
Sawada frowned at the insistence of the man using the same tone and flung the
door wide open.
"I'm glad you came here and didn't back down." He glanced at him in an open
leer. Hazama wore the long coat he requested as well as a pair of flip flops.
If he assumed right he shouldn't have anything else on but what he said.
The hero winced and flinched much like a skittish fawn. He really seemed
embarrassed and Sawada drank it all in. He ushered him inside and Hazama
practically ran into the suite before he closed the door.
"Take off your coat."
Hazama seemed to be at odds and Sawada faced him; saying it again in a much
more pushing voice. "Take off your coat Samurai flamenco-san."
The brown haired man shook his head and the teenager sighed. He guessed he
would have to train him eventually. Sawada walked over and pulled apart his
coat.
"Samurai Flamenco-san you're not wearing what I ask you to wear."
Hazama wormed his bottom lip between his teeth. Despite the teenager reaching a
bit over his chin he felt small and intimidated. "I, I couldn't do it. I never
done anything like that before."
Sawada leaned in further to the point that his lips were near the man's ear and
his body pressed against the hero's. "So you really are a virgin like Goto-san
said." He felt the shiver and it gave him more of a thrill.
"Y-es. I never had sex or even had a girlfriend before. Or a boyfriend."
Sawada leaned back once more and glanced up and down the other male, Hazama's
cheeks stain red. He only had on a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else
under that coat.
"I excuse you for today but I'll still remain on task." Sawada would most
likely have to punish Hazama in the future if he deny him. Maybe blackmail his
job or freeze his assets; nothing too extreme and nothing towards his friends.
===============================================================================
Hazama tried not to squirm as he felt the hemp rope constrict deeper into his
skin.
Sawada asked him to tie himself in a kinbaku style. He was only suppose to do a
criss cross harness; not enough to bind his hands nor his feet. The hero
couldn't do it though, such perversions out of his comfort zone.
Sawada seemed to hum as he tied the intricate patterns across his naked flesh.
The teenager settled on the agura shibari style, making Hazama sit cross legged
but not enough to restrict blood flow.
Hazama breathed through his mouth as he tried not to hyperventilate at his
nakedness. He normally didn't exhibit himself to people; only doing it that one
time to save a friend on pure adrenaline. Sawada seeing all of him in the naked
flesh alone unsettled him.
Hazama felt himself being pushed forward onto his belly; his arms already
restricted behind his back along with his legs. He felt the rope go between the
crack of his ass and jolted. A gentle voice hushed near his ear and he couldn't
calm down as it went down and over.
Sawada pulled him back up again and he seemed to be near his waist now. He
stared at his groin and Hazama tried not to look at his head, instead staring
at the blank black flat screen television to the right of him.
"You're hard."
"N...No..." Hazama snapped his head back and shook his head in denial. "I'm
not! It's just nerves and-" He hissed as Sawada gripped his half filled manhood
and started to tie the ropes against that too.
"You're getting hard to be exact. I never knew you for a pervert." Hazama heard
the undertone behind that voice and wondered how red his face and shoulders
would go.
The teenager worked the rest of his body, his fingers not lingering against his
flesh long but enough to give Hazama sparks of something or another. His mind
felt confused; not understanding the emotions surging through him. He didn't
know such things would feel good.
When Sawada finally finished he rose and stood back to admire his work. Hazama
thought the teen look at him like a piece of artwork on display or a fine piece
of meat. He ignored the shame and disregarded it.
"What now?" He voice didn't crack which he was grateful for. The hero tried to
settle on a passive glare but he couldn't help the trepidation stirring in his
veins and behind his eyes.
Sawada put a hand to his mouth as he in thought. He glanced around the room
until his eyes settled on an object on the table.
Hazama tried to use his good vision to see what it was but couldn't in his
awkward position. Sawada let it be known shortly though when he put a black
feather into Hazama's sight.
"What are you going to do with that?" 
The teenager went in close again and slowly traced the feather against his
chest. Hazama jumped and pulled against the ropes. The sensation tickled but it
also left him breathless.
Sawada showed no emotions as he trailed the edge of the feather across the
hero's nipples. He seemed to circle the nub; watching as it grew hard under his
ministrations.
Hazama couldn't understand what the teenager plotted. What good would it bring
to do these things to him? 'It's like a form of torture.' He gasped as the
feather traced his pectoral muscles now. It ghosted over his bicep and went
down his arm in a caress. The brown haired male decided to shut his eyes tight
and try to ignore the sensations coming out of their own accord.
The hero wanted to flee, his instincts fighting against his mind. Instead he
wiggled helplessly as the object went lower towards his half hard, half
flagging member.
"Ah!" He cried out, his manhood twitching as it ran over the length of it.
Hazama couldn't help but open his eyes and stare in mute horror as he started
to get hard. "St....Stop!"
Sawada stopped but raised an eyebrow in questioning. "Samurai Flamenco-san are
you afraid? I thought you would be compliant like I asked."
"I'm, I'm not afraid! This, This isn't what I assumed you would do!"
Sawada went to his knees, ignoring how Hazama tensed up and leaned away. He put
his head near the older man's neck and breathed in deeply. "You smell
wonderful."
Hazama doubt it. He ended up working all day posing, running around, and
putting on make up for pictures and then he had to work up the nerve to strip
to his underwear in the hotel bathroom; leaving his bag at the front desk.
"You said so yourself that you wanted to be with me that one time didn't you?
I'm simply acting on that." Hazama groaned, not in disgust, as Sawada nibble
against his neck. "I was shocked but flattered that you propositioned yourself
to me."
Hazama regret saying that but at the time he couldn't think of anything else.
He didn't want Sawada to kill himself nor did he want to die. He assumed it was
a good idea at the time and it worked. Now it bit him back on the ass.
The hero tried to pull away but Sawada started to nibble on his ear; tracing
the lobe with his mouth. He could feel the teenager's body heat against his
naked flesh covered in goosebumps but besides that the male did not touch him.
No Sawada's hands were stationary to the sides of him.
"Did you think about me? Do you consider me your greatest adversary Samurai
Flamenco-san?" A hot tongue traced his cheeks as the words were spoken. "I
don't enjoy your attention diverted to lesser people like that police officer."
"But...But...Goto-san..."
"Isn't here. I want you to focus only on me." Hazama hissed as teeth bit into
his shoulder only to be soothed by lips. 
The hero tried to defuse the situation, to get himself back on familiar and
rooted ground. He never kissed a girl let alone did anything of this nature.
"Can we talk this over again? Isn't there anything else you want?"
"No."
He tried a different approach. "You wouldn't want to do this with a girl
instead or maybe-"
"No. I rather do this with you. Only you. You know I'm in love with you so
don't try to divert me to someone or something else."
"But But isn't there different kinds of love? Like-"
Sawada pulled back and Hazama shivered at those eyes devoid of everything but
desire. His words died on his throat as the teenager griped his member fully. 
"Like this." He emphasized with a long stroke which caused Hazama to buckle and
strain against his bounds again. The hero groaned weakly; his traitorous member
filling with blood and going full mast in the teenager's hands.
"Did you ever pull back your foreskin Samurai Flamenco-san? Do you clean under
there? Have you ever-"
"No! No! I...please don't. Just don't." Hazama could already feel the pre-cum
starting to gather and he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't want to give his
enemy the regard that he got him off in such a manner.
Sawada made a tutting noise. "Would you rather I court you instead? I'm not
very conventional you know this Samurai Flamenco-san."
Hazama only sobbed and the teenager sighed; releasing him. He could feel the
younger male's eyes glance down and hum in amusement. "You're much bigger than
I thought you would be."
The hero leaned into the other male and cried; his mind two halves. A small
part of him wanted the younger male to finish him off and it frighten him. The
other wanted to endure the warfare until he found a solution out of this.
Sawada stroked his back slowly in a mock sense of comfort.  Hazama sniffed and
tried to compose himself. When his tears finally settled down Sawada pulled him
back and regarded him again. The hero felt pathetic that he sobbed like a child
to a man a few years his junior.
The gray haired male stroked his cheeks; wiping away the hero's tears. "I think
that's enough for today. I want you to go home and wait until I text you
again."
Hazama nodded mutely, sniffing occasionally. The teenager untied him and gave
him back his coat. No other words were said as the hero parted out of the door.
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The first thing that Samurai Flamenco did when he arrived home was take a
shower. The hot water ran over his body; helping his nerves and making him feel
less dirty.
His new apartment didn't have the same aura as the old one but he did manage to
recover a few things such as his Red Axe symbol pajamas. He slipped into them,
feeling drained.
Hazama barely pushed back the comforter before he fell into his bed. His mind
recalled what happened; trying to find a method or an exploit to use to get out
of it.
The only thing that happened was his member getting half hard. He cursed and
tried to close his eyes; willing and ignoring his half erection.
'Why?' Hazama honestly didn't know why this was happening.
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Hazama spent the next few days before Christmas moping around his apartment.
On edge and apprehensive; he counted down the days before Sawada would texted
him again. The only time he ventured outside was to buy gifts for his friends.
He didn't have any family members and he didn't need them because being a hero
gave him all the support and motivation he would ever desire.
He stood against a toy store, looking through the window. 'Maybe I should get
Sawada something too.' He already bought Goto a gift when he came back from
vacation with his girlfriend, the MMM group, even his manager and Akira-san.
The two have been going out recently which surprised Hazama to no end.
'What am I thinking about buying him a gift? He's the one that's making me go
through this.' Hazama rocked on his heels; a part of him hating that he felt
any regard for a man that wanted to ruin him. 'I never felt like this before. I
usually don't let such negative thoughts fill my mind.'
His heroic side won and he ended up buying Sawada a small Samurai Flamenco
plush the massed produced back when the people tried to make him president. He
parted out of the store quickly; a lot to still do on his plate.
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When he received the next text message Hazama just made it home. He glanced at
his phone as he took his shoes off in the doorway and blinked.
"He wants me to dress nicely?" He said out loud. The message compared to the
last one was simple; he had to put on nice clothing and met the teenager at the
hotel. The hero relaxed but kept his guard as he got ready.
The train ride seemed long and he felt grateful when he finally got to the
stop. He couldn't help but drum his fingers as he walked; cheeks filling with
blood as he held the bag with the early Christmas present.
'Why do I feel nervous.' Hazama shook his head and knocked when he reached the
door to the room. Sawada peered out before fulling opening it.
"Ah Samurai Flamenco-san you did what you were suppose to do this time." Hazama
detected a hint of a warning and swallowed.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I? I said I would keep my word as best as I could." He
went inside; taking off his coat as he noticed candles on the table. 'Huh?'
"Is that for me?" Hazama heard Sawada's voice near his ear in wonder. He tried
not to jump, instead steeling himself like the times he would be his other
persona.
"Yes." The brown haired male nodded and couldn't understand why he felt
bashful. He gave the teenager the bag and watched how he pulled apart the paper
and the doll out.
Hazama couldn't read Sawada's emotions behind his eyes but he seemed to settle
on amused as he turned his gaze to the other male. "Thank you."
"No problem." The hero let out a breath he didn't know he held. 
The gray haired male set the doll on the chair as he lead Hazama towards the
table near the bed. Candles were indeed lit and there seemed to be two plates.
Something hot and spicy swayed towards his senses.
 "I bought some curry for the both of us so I want you to sit down and eat."
Hazama contemplated. On one hand he noticed the containers were from that one
restaurant that he wanted to try badly. On the other he remembered what
happened when he ordered curry and Sawada tainted it.
Knowing his thoughts Sawada spoke again. "I didn't poison it this time." He
said in a half tease.
The hero relented and sat down in the chair. Sawada opened the containers and
Hazama wanted to drool at the savory brown sauce and the piping hot fresh rice.
The teenager served the both of them; putting a good portion on their plates
before sitting down himself.
They both prayed to their food and Hazama hesitated but picked up his spoon. He
put a good mouthful to his lips and ate it slowly.
'Oh...' It tasted better than he thought! The hero wanted to moan at the
flavours. It had the right amount of spice and texture. Plus there was
something, most likely a herb or a vegetable, that gave it even more contrast.
Hazama found himself eating faster; savoriness hitting his tongue and making
him ecstatic. He peered up to see Sawada eating as well but at a more normal
pace. His concern about the food being poisoned died out and he enjoyed his
meal in earnest.
He had a good two helpings before finally being sated. Hazama drank C.C. lemon
afterwards; the carbonation drink making him giddy along with the meal. For
some reason he felt hot as well.
"Saw-Sawada-san..." The hero laughed to himself; surprised at his voice. 'Did
he put something in the food?' No it couldn't have been. He would have noticed
it and nothing seemed out of placed. Still he seemed a bit too happy for some
reason.
"Call me Haiji, Masa-chin."
Hazama flushed at the casual tactless tone the teenager used on his name.
"W...what? Don't..." He shook his head; cheeks flushing. "Nobody has called me
Masa-chin in years."
"Maybe I should be the one that starts it up again hmm?" Sawada motions with
his own glass of C.C. lemon towards the other man.
"It's weird because you're younger than me." Hazama squinted; for some reason
feeling like the time that he drank one glass of alcohol during the Christmas
photo shoot before he became a hero.
"Barely. I'm only four years or so."
"Still that's...I'm your 'sempai.'" The hero stated proudly in mock boasting.
"This, there isn't any alcohol laced in this is there? I mean you're still too
young to be drinking and its not right to be sneaking around. I hope you wait
until you are of age to do such things."
"No." Hazama sighed in relief.  "Although I did put some extra herbs in your
curry."
Hazama's stomach dropped and he felt sick; good mood gone. "W-what?"
"Oh nothing bad. I did say I didn't poison you right? There's a majority of
Kava-Kava in your food and glass which I guess would explain your intoxication.
I also decided to lace some Chinese ginseng as well to help calm you down."
"Calm me down?!" Hazama rose out of his chair and regretted it as a wave of
dizziness hit his head. He couldn't recall meeting the floor but somehow he
ended up sprawled on the carpet and Sawada near his side.
"Yes to calm you down. Really Hazama." The hero groaned and tried to close his
eyes, to escape this nightmare. "You're a virgin; a textbook example of one.
You restrained in abstinence for so long I don't think you even know how to
preform."
"I, I know how to have sex!" Hazama yelled out; his head still aching. The
'Kava-Kava' or whatever Sawada used made him feel hot and itchy too. His
clothes were too constricting and he fought the urge to take them all off. To
touch his body. To do something obscene.
"Oh do you?" Sawada's voice rang near his ear. "So you wouldn't mind if I
fucked you right here and now?"
"No! Don't!" Hazama wailed and waved his arms; not really knowing or caring
what he struck. He had a vague idea about homosexual sex but he never seen it.
It most likely involved sticking something into somewhere just like a man and a
woman and he really didn't want to find out.
The hero heard Sawada grunt from being hit and then the brown haired male ended
up being pinned down on the floor by smaller but strong hands. "Hazama.
Hazama...Masayoshi calm down!"
Hazama tried but he couldn't; close to hyperventilating. "I'm not going to rape
you." The other teenager reassured him. The hero's breathing slowed down but
his skin still itched. "I was serious about getting you to relax."
"So why didn't you ask me? Or tell me to do so than putting...that into the
curry!"
Sawada chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "Because I wanted to see your face
when I told you."
Hazama whimpered; the corners of his eyes forming tears at the gall of the
teenager. Sawada coo'ed in faux sympathy. "I'm sorry. You know I love seeing
your face like this." He sat the man up; petting and stroking his hair as he
tried to reassure the older male. "I love you."
"You...you don't know what love means...just like me."
Sawada sighed and continued to rub the older man; pulling him into his lap. "I
know I don't want others to touch you or get your attention, which is a form of
love." He rested his head on top of the older male's. "We are a lot alike you
and I. You lost your parents at an early age so you couldn't get all of the
attention and love you needed from your grandfather."
Hazama paused and peered up at Sawada as the best as he could. "How, How do you
know that?"
The boy didn't answer him, instead motioning his head and leaning down to give
him a kiss.
Hazama gasped around that; never been kissed before besides on the cheek or the
head. He had no idea what to do nor how to respond back.
Sawada didn't seem to mind though; pressing his lips harder and more bolder. He
stroked the sides of Hazama with one hand while the other ran through the man's
hazel brown locks.
Hazama couldn't do anything; stoic and motionless. He felt a tug against his
hair and closed his eyes. The hero tried to mimic the boy's actions awkwardly
but in earnest.
A low chuckle vibrated against his lips before it turned into a full blow
laugh. Hazama pulled back and stopped, confused. "Wha-"
"You kiss...just like a fish!"
The hero huffed in indignation; hiccuping. "Don't make fun of me! I'm trying!"
Sawada wiped a tear from his eyes and calmed his chuckles down. "Come here."
Still having a hold on his hair, they kissed once more. Hazama groaned as he
could taste tongue and teeth against his mouth.
His mouth tugged and nibbled on sent shivers to his already too tight pants.
The tongue slowed down; coaxing and lapping against his mouth in a sensual
haze. Hazama responded with grunts and his own lips sucking and pulling.
'Please...' The brown haired man wanted his clothes off, to feel skin on skin,
something. He clinched his hands against the younger male's shirt as he wiggled
on the teenager's lap, a bulge pressing against the cleft of his ass.
The two pulled back for air; Hazama's lips glossy from spit and bruised from
teeth. He attempted to focus but his eyes, half moon and hazy, couldn't. 
Sawada moved his hands and placed them on the side of the hero's head; bringing
them up to eye level. "What do you want Hazama?"
Hazama tried to talk but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. He just
stared at Sawada's eyes, memorized by the grays. 
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
He shook his head; the motion making him slightly dizzy. The older male
wiggled; not realizing how the action made the younger teen harder.
"Do you want me to touch you?"
At that Hazama nodded weakly. "Yesssss...please..."
Sawada chuckled again and parted enough to un-button the hero's red dress
shirt. He hissed as the cool air of the hotel room ghost against his body,
causing his skin to break out into gooseflesh.
Hazama keened drunkenly, writhing more against the teenager. When Sawada
reached his belt towards his black dress slacks a small part of his brain
protested but it was buried under the haze of chemicals and stimulation. He
rose his hips to give the other male more leverage, fishing him out.
"Ah you're fully hard now." Hazama shut his eyes; enough sense to still be
bashful. His member leaked freely and copiously, the foreskin pushed back not
enough to see the frenulum but enough for the head to peak out.
"Hm."  Sawada made a low humming noise from the back of his throat. Hazama
buried his face into the teenager's shoulder. Wishing he would pass out already
from the over stimulation or anything but deal with this. 
Warm fingers sprayed against his heated member and Hazama gasped; eyes flying
open. He found his hips thrusting upward of their own accord as he leaned into
the other teen, wiggling and digging his behind further in the teenager's
crotch.
"Do you touch yourself often like this Hazama?" 
Hazama couldn't answer; gargling out half coherent words. Sawada chuckled near
his ear and started to pump the manhood at a grueling pace. He played with the
foreskin, rubbing it against the sensitive gland under the head over and over
again at each upstroke.
Hazama steered his thoughts to anything else, about heroes and justice but all
he could concentrate on was the strange wanton noise of skin on skin contact,
how Sawada started to nibble and lick around his collarbone, how the teenager's
fingers rubbed and pull against his taunt nipples.
"You look really exotic like this Hazama. I prefer this side a lot more than
that upwardly optimistic one."
He only groaned in response, hips thrusting and moving along with the boy's
hand as it sped up. His arms were gripping the teenager's shirt painfully tight
and every time Sawada touched a different part of his body it sent sparks to
his already engorged heated groin. He knew he wouldn't last that long at this
rate and he didn't care either.
"Ah, Ah!" Hazama moaned irregularly, drool dripping from his lips. A thumb
pushed against his drippy sticky head and that's all it took before it ended up
being a mess. He tried to yell but instead he found his mouth biting down on
Sawada's shoulder as he continued to pump him through his orgasm.
It rose, pushing and surging upward like a wave before breaking. He couldn't
see and closed his eyes painfully tight as his cock twitched in the teenager's
hand. His orgasm making everything seem heated and on fire down to his sock
clad toes. Hazama groaned around the bite, so much being streamed out from the
tip, his vision clouding over.
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When Hazama came to he realized that he was on a bed. Naked.
The model groaned; his head hurting badly and his stomach rolling. He barely
managed to get off of the mattress before he made it to the bathroom, gagging
in the toilet as the curry made itself know again.
He rested his head against the porcine bowl and flushed the toilet. Everything
hurt down to his toes like a training season with his teacher. 'I'm never
eating or drinking anything that Sawada gives me ever again.'
It took a few tries before Hazama went to his feet, legs lethargic. He wobbled
over to the mirror and spared a glanced.
The hero seen better days. He had rings around his eyes which stood out against
his pale skin. His hair tufted and tattered all over his head in wayward
clumps. No what made me want to scream in anguish were the bite marks and
hickeys all over his neck and chest.
Hazama gripped the sink and groaned. 'How did I end up back at my place?' He
couldn't remember anything from the time he done...that  to the time he woke up
now. 'Did Haiji-kun take me home?' Outside of the marks and the used feeling on
his groin nothing else seemed out of place. 'So he took me home and did
nothing?' Stripped him naked yes but did nothing.
The hero found it odd.
Hazama opened his mirror and took out his brush and the paste to clean his
mouth. He decided not to dwell on it since thinking gave him a worse headache
and he didn't want to end up dry heaving again.
Once his mouth didn't taste of bile he wobbled over to his bed again and fell
on it, resting deeply and aimlessly. 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
"Are you doing anything during break Sawada-san?"
Sawada stopped looking at his phone to regard the cackle of girls in front of
his desk. Three or four to be exactly with a few of their 'close guy friends'
came over after classes were done.
"Why?" He spoke in a hushed tone. His parents enrolled him to another high
school after he was released from the ward. The students didn't know about him
on a personal level but everyone heard of the teenager who went against Samurai
Flamenco, the candidate to be the president as well as the local hero.
Sawada wondered when his fifteen minutes of fame would be over so he could
avoid distractions.
"Well..." The girl with the obviously dyed hair spoke first. "We were wondering
if you want to do karaoke with us before Christmas break, maybe exchange phone
numbers for Hatsumode?"
'Ah!' Sawada wanted to curse himself. 'That's right; Christmas is in a few
days.' He couldn't believe he forgotten such an important thing.
The gray haired teenager went straight back to his phone; firmly dismissing the
teenagers in front of him. "Sorry. I have a date for that time period so I
can't do it." He ignored the clear but hushed whispers about 'freaky,' 'a guy
like him has a date?' and 'maybe we shouldn't bother him then.'
 
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It took all of the teenager's will power to not claim Hazama after his high and
drunken display. Instead he managed to find a cab, take them back to Hazama's
apartment, strip him naked and leave him.
He mewed so wonderfully in Sawada's eyes and he wondered what he would look
like with other emotions. So far he had seen anger, frustration, despair and
drunken lust.
'Would he look the same after the drug?'  Sawada blew into his finger-less
gloved hands as he walked home. He decided to give the hero a temporary respite
for now. The teen wanted to break him yes but he didn't want to break him
beyond repair. That would be boring. No he wanted Samurai Flamenco to stand
side by side with him in a design of his own making.
Hazama seemed skittish when it came to matters of sex which meant that Sawada
would have to push him bit by bit; enough to succumb to his lesser instincts.
The hormone driven part of him wanted to just bury his face into that peach
toned skin and sink his teeth into that flesh.
'No.' That one word made his streamlining thoughts crash to a halt. Sawada
pocked his hands and continued to walk. The streets near his new home littered
with crime but not enough to make him paranoid. He made it to his place without
hassle; opening the door.
"You finally made it home!"
Sawada blinked at the sight of his parents. He wasn't expecting the both of
them to remain up until he came back.
"Your mother made you dinner and we wrapped it up. We wasn't sure if you ate
out with your friends or not..." His father said sheepishly; rubbing the back
of his head.
Sawada went back into a passive look. Of course. His parents didn't really
change. They still had wool over their eyes and thought that their son was fine
without any major concern on their parts outside of minimum obligation. 
"No I'm fine. I'll just be go to bed." He faked fatigue and kept his
conversation scant. His parents seemed to accept it; saying very little else
before he went upstairs.
Sawada fell on his bed face first still in his white polo dress shirt and
slacks. The energy from before barely dissipated. "Samurai Flamenco-san." He
mumbled into his pillow. His mind kept replying the hero's voice, the slick wet
sensation on his fingers, the remaining taste of fluids that he lapped up when
the older man passed out.
The teenager rolled over and reached one hand under the hem of his pants. Not
surprised that he had a half hard member, Sawada started to stroke himself
off. 
"Samurai Flamenco-sa...Masayoshi....ahhh...ahhh." He shut his eyes and tried to
ignore the hollow noise his voice made against the dark lonely walls of his
room.
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Sawada wanted to curse the snow, the merry people, and everything around him.
His life went back to being monochromatic. The seniors did nothing but gossip,
chatter, and discuss about their New Year plans right up until break. After
that Sawada had to deal with his other relatives when his parents took him to
the family gathering at Christmas; watching the younger and children around his
age squawk like birds. The adults didn't mention nor notice him as he blended
in the background which was the only saving grace.
His parents inquired about New years eve and he told them he would be spending
it and Hatsumode over a friend's house. Which wasn't a complete lie.
Sawada packed a few things in a duffel bag and went out of the door. He flipped
his phone back and forth in a cross between agitation and boredom; debating if
he should text Hazama ahead or just come unexpected. The teenager decided on
the latter and stopped inside a specialty store.
Sawada picked out a few snacks as well as a bottle of good sake. The gray
haired teen went straight up to the counter without falter. The guy barely
noticed him as he rung up all of the items and waved off his fake ID with a
minor glance.
Sawada knew Hazama's new apartment by heart so it took no time at all to get
there; going up the stairs and knocking on the door.
Hazama opened it and his face was a mixture of astonishment and discontent. The
teenager wondered if the hero would slam the door in his face after everything
he done so far but he parted and welcomed him inside. 'Not surprising.'
"I brought sake for the New Year." Sawada pulled out the bottle from his bag
and Hazama took it quickly.
"Really! You shouldn't be drinking at your age! I told you before to wait until
you turn twenty and-"
"No its for you." Sawada cut him off and rolled his eyes. Not really in the
mood for a hero pep talk about responsibility.
Hazama frowned and the gray haired teen tried not to smirk at how the older
man's face twisted up in a cross between a pout and a glare. "I'm not eating or
drinking another thing you give me!"
"Sorry. I didn't know that much Keva-Keva would had such an adverse affect on
you. I'll remember to use a lesser amount next time."
"Next time?!" 
"Of course; you do want to lose your virginity don't you Samurai Flamenco-san?"
Sawada noticed how Hazama flushed such a different beautiful shade of red than
he did aroused.
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 "CRASSSSSSSSSSH! GARRRRRR!"
Sawada couldn't believe he, the villain of Samurai Flamenco, was watching
Ultraman vs. Godzilla with said hero on New Years Eve.
He looked at the the show in half interest; his palm in his face. The two of
them were situated in front of the wide screen television under the kotatsu.
The only reason why he bothered was because he was bidding his time. Despite
Hazama protesting earlier the man ended up opening the bottle of sake and
drinking at least three cups already with a hint of mint. Not drunk but not
really sober either.
He waited a good half a hour into the movie before he started a casual
conversation. "I'm surprised you're home alone. I assumed Goto-san would be
here with you."
"No he's with his girlfriend."
Sawada inclined his head slightly at that. Hazama had his head in his arms that
laid on top of the kotatsu; a sake masu in one hand. 
"His girlfriend? I thought she didn't exist."
The brown haired model shrugged his shoulders. "I thought the same thing but
apparently she does. Goto-san said that she was...an adrenaline junkie or
something. Long story."
Sawada had plenty of time to hear it and use it to his advantage. He turned his
head and opened his mouth to evoke more information until a loud screech cut
him off.
The teenager turned and glared at the television; contemplating if he should
destroy it out of childish spite. Hazama continued regardless of the movie.
"I think I like Goto-san."
Sawada turned back around; not liking those words. "What do you mean?"
Hazama stared into the lid of the square box, swirling the remains of the
liquid inside in detachment. "I don't really know to be honest but I can't stop
thinking about the time I proposed to him. Even now I miss him and wish he
didn't reconcile with his girlfriend." He hiccuped. "I'm not sure if this is
true love or not but my chest aches. I wish he would depend and lean on me
instead of her. I don't, I don't enjoy Goto-san being with her. She doesn't
deserve him."
Sawada balled up his fists under the table but on the outside he remained
neutral. "You should call him and wish him a Happy New Year."
Hazama blinked as if he just noticed the other male in the room. "Oh thanks..."
He smiled slightly. "You're not so bad when you're not terrorizing me."
The gray haired teen wanted to call him a naive fool but he turned to stare at
the program instead.
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 Sawada didn't realize he fell asleep until he the first rays of the New Year
hit his eye.
'Shit.' Somehow he ended up falling asleep under the kotatsu. The teen spent
the rest of the night counting down the hours with Hazama and eating curry
flavoured udon along with pickled vegetables and chips. 
The hero's obsession with curry made him burn out from the food, especially
since he took a perturbed liking to it as well. 'I have to change that later
on.'
Sawada sat up with a yawn; halfway under the heated table. His pale hair astray
and a mess. He peered down to see a quilted red and black blanket on his form
but the other sight made him pause.
Masayoshi Hazama slept next to the teenager under the blanket. The man managed
to put away the dishes and cover the both of them before he passed out himself.
Sawada took this rare moment to see the hero unguarded. Hazama's features were
already handsome but they seem even more innocent and gentle now; the fine
lines smoothed out to make him appear in his teens rather than his twenties.
His breaths even, his hair pillowing under him and His mouth parted open with a
bit of drool running on the spare cushion pillow near the blanket.
The gray haired teenager found himself pushing back a few strains of hazel hair
from his face. If he wanted he could kill the hero; snuff the life out of him
with his bare hands. So exposed and so vulnerable.
Instead Sawada went ahead with his other objective; crawling under the heated
table.
He lined himself up with Hazama's crotch, thankful that the man only had on
loose track pants. It took no effort on his half to pull the elastic band down
and expose the hero.
The member flopped out aimlessly and Sawada stared at it. He never tried this
before but he read enough on it to at least attempted what he was about to do.
The teen gave it a few strokes, pleased that it responded to his touch so well.
Sawada barely paid attention when the hero stripped naked that one time but now
he did, memorizing each feature of the man's genitals. 'Hazama has more
foreskin than me.' He emphasis this by stretching it over the tip and rubbing
the skin over the gland back and forth. 
Once he got it to half way mast he leaned his head close and blew a breath
against the length of it. It twitched in his hand; growing even bigger. Sawada
had to hold back a grin at the fact that Samurai Flamenco was getting hard for
him by him.
 Wasting no time he started to lick up the member, going from midway up to the
tip. It pulsed again and Sawada started a rhythm; pumping the base with one
hand while he traced and lapped up the upper part with his tongue. 
The gray haired teen decide to use his other hand to pull out the man's balls;
stroking and tugging them along. He could hear little moans and groans from the
sleeping male and it made his own cock twitch behind his sweat pants.
The hero's member curved up and proudly stood in front of the teen hard and
erect. Sawada stopped his jerking and played with the skin more, watching in
fascination as the slit dripped out a dollop of pre-cum.
A louder groan ran out and gray eyes followed Hazama's thighs twitching; the
muscles straining with restrained power. 'He's waking up.' Sawada didn't cease
though; thumb running over the slit hole and playing with the splashing liquid.
"Wha...."
"Good morning Hazama."
Hazama jolted at the sound of his name but Sawada still had a hold on him
literally. 
"What are you doing?" The hero spoke but it came out grating. He sat up on his
behind and flushed as red as his outfit at what the teenager was doing.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Sawada insinuated this by licking from the
base to the tip; his lips pressing against the slit but not any further.
"You, You shouldn't be doing that! It's not proper!" Hazama tried to buckle but
the teenager continued to get him off.
"You shouldn't be thinking of other people but me Hazama." Sawada met his eyes;
a threat promising. "I can take back my promise and find a way to hurt your
friends again."
"You said you wouldn't! Why would you do such a thing! I thought you only
wanted to focus on me!"
Sawada gripped the older man's erection and pumped once. "I do but you seem to
devote your time and effort to so many others who don't deserve it. You, the
great hero, broke your own word towards me. The only solution I could think of
is to get rid of those distractions."
The brown haired man bit his lip and Sawada knew he won. The man had a high
regard when it comes to justice and being right so to do the opposite would
upset his moral values.
"Anyway Goto-san has a girlfriend so you shouldn't be bothered with him outside
of being an associate." The gray haired teen opened his mouth wide and
swallowed half of Hazama's cock down.
"AH!" Sawada didn't expect the hero to arch up and thrust so suddenly. He
coughed and released him; almost gagging. The teen pushed the man's hips down
and grasped his manhood, trying to get his breath back in control.
"Don't do that again." 'Not this time.' Sawada gave him a glare and felt his
heart quicken when Hazama looked apologetic.
"Sorry."
The teen attempted again; slurping and sucking down the model's member at his
own pace. He held his hips as he moved his head up and down, making sure to
tighten his lips and cheeks in.
Gasps and mews pushed forth from Hazama's lips and Sawada drank in every one of
them. His own cock pressed uncomfortably against his boxer briefs and he used
his free hand to pull himself out and jerk along with his oral ministrations.
Sawada closed his eyes, making sure to breath through his nose as he read. He
couldn't take it all down but he could swallow a good portion of the older
man's member. His tongue curled on every upstroke; tracing each and every vein
along the shaft.
He opened his eyes to watch Hazama and almost came on the spot. The hero had a
knuckle in his mouth, eyes closed tight and hair even more of a mess. Sawada
reached up and pulled down Hazama's free arm and placed it on his head.
Even though he wasn't on the receiving end Sawada felt a thrill of power doing
this. He could control how Hazama would come, how soon he could come, or even
leave him in the lurch if he wanted to. The teen had full control over the
brown haired male's hips; letting him thrust shallowly in his mouth
in conjuncture with his movements.
Hazama started to grip and stroke his hair which made the event even more worth
while. 'I'm taking all of him.' He would own and conquer every part of the
hero, bit by bit.
"Haiji, wait." He opened his eyes again and glanced up at the hero gasping.
"I'm..."
Sawada only ignored him and continued his ministrations, sucking faster and
using his tongue to play with the slit. The pre-cum flowed a lot more steady
now, making it harder to swallow. Thankfully he wouldn't have to do much more
before his mouth grew tired.
He pumped his own cock faster; the noise barely audible over his own slurping
and Hazama's cries. He watched as the man's voice started to reach a new
fervency, the cock expanding in his mouth.
The hero gasped out, placing both of his hands in Sawada's hair. He jerked up;
biting his bottom lip hard and holding his hips in place. A few seconds later
Sawada tasted hot white liquid in mouth; the cock throbbing against his tongue.
He couldn't help but get off at the amountthat flooded his taste buds, like
Hazama stored it all from abstinence just for him. The teenager closed his eyes
and groaned as his member twitched helplessly and coated his fingers in an
ample amount of gushing spunk in response.
Sawada pulled off slowly as if he was savouring a fine food. He swallowed some
of it but the rest he spat out on his soiled hand; joining their fluids
together. 'I would probably have to prolong him so he doesn't get off too
quickly in the future.' The hero being sensitive had its ups and downs.
The teenage had enough energy to reach up and offer the hero their combined
juices. Hazama, panting, sweaty, and exhausted, opened his mouth and licked all
of the offering. If Sawada didn't just get off he would had gotten hard once
more.
They laid there together on top of each other, resting and trying to recover.
Hazama ended up going back to his state of mind first; blushing with a
combination of humiliation and loathing Sawada didn't know and didn't care. He
pushed the teenager off with no regard and managed to hobble up and over to the
washroom.
Sawada rolled with the push and laid on the side. Shrugging his shoulders he
went back to sleep once more. He would have to come out sooner or later. 
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"I can't believe you touched and manipulated my body again against my will!"
Sawada sighed at the same old speech from the hero. He replied, trying to tie
the slash on his Hatsumode kimono. "If you didn't want it Samurai Flamenco-san
then you would have never reached climax let alone develop an erection."
He didn't look at the other male but could feel him fuming and blushing in
front of him. 'I wonder will he still be bashful once we go all the way?' It
wouldn't be bad in the teenager's eyes; he could probably use it to manipulate
other people through the hero.
Sawada wanted to stomp at the fact that he couldn't remember how to do this.
The last time he wore such a thing to the shrine had been years ago when he
didn't lack empathy as much towards his parents. The only reason why it did it
now was due to the man in front of him. He had to go out and buy a new one
specifically for Hatsumode. 
"Here let me." Hazama's hands appeared in his line of vision and tied the slash
properly. 
'Always the helpful hero.' Sawada snorted but leaned into the grip; placing his
hands on top of the older man's. Hazama froze; fingers hesitant and lax before
they finally darted back as if they were burned.
The teenager glanced up and smiled that false smile of his as Hazama shook his
head and started to gather a few things. "Please go home after this."
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Sawada didn't believe in luck but he did found it amusing when Hazama bought
an omikuji and it said he had bad luck for this year.
They didn't do much outside of paying their respects in the box and bowing. The
teenager did stroke the older man's back occasionally, which caused him to
either lean away or shiver.
'He seems to be at ends. Good.' It made his plan to own everything about
Samurai Flamenco even closer to fruition. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     The last chapter was hard because I had to establish feelings. That
     and my mused died. It came back though because of the wonderful
     fanart from Tumblr. I'm not proud of the latest parts but I did try
     my best.
     Ironically I was a big Gotoyoshi (or whatever they call Masayoshi/
     Goto,) until the last few episodes. I really wanted to see a
     Masayoshi/Goto ending but then they had to throw the whole
     'Girlfriend,' thing again and Haiji/Masayoshi open ending.
     I don't have a beta still herp derp.
The days after New Years passed like a blur. Masayoshi Hazama worked and went
on with his life, occasionally fighting criminals and law breakers in a haze.
What caused the hero's mind to turn into turmoil is his newly awaken sexual
drive. Hazama rarely had erections; only waking up with morning wood at the
most. The few sexual encounters he had with Sawada created a dangerous cocktail
of his repressed hormones going into overdrive.
The hero bit his lip as he tried not to let his mind wander. Normally the hazel
haired model would work out, take a shower, and eat while scavenging the papers
for crimes. He used to have a radio that tuned in the police commissions but it
ended up being destroyed in the explosion the previous years so he worked with
what he had.
His erection, unlike most mornings, didn't dissipate this time. Standing
proudly and quite painfully. Hazama fought with himself but eventually
relented. Gripping and stroking his cock, he tried to finish off quickly
without finesse in hopes he could continue without delays.
He panted and gasped; watching through the veil of his wet hair as his essence
mixed in the water and flowed down the drain. Achieving an orgasm on his own
left him feeling empty and dissatisfied as he leaned against the wall tile
licking his lips, his soften member in his hand. Which started the ruin of the
rest of his day.
Hazama couldn't find a proper breakfast, forgetting to do the shopping before
the stores closed on holiday so he could only munch on a little rice with no
protein. He attempted to work out only to strain a calf muscle. Ishihara-san
call him about a last minute mandatory autograph signing to celebrate the New
Year which ended up being at the other side of town. The model got lost when
the bus driver let him off at the wrong stop.
When he finally arrived a hour late, his manager fuming at him. The hero trying
to apologize and bowed again and again. Hazama tried his best regardless by
signing each and every item, giving off a fake smile to his fans. He didn't
have the heart to pose or do any of his hero stuff despite having his Samurai
Flamenco outfit on under his clothing.
He answered a few questions about his hero when he could but felt grateful when
the signing ended two hours later. The hero felt his phone vibrate but before
he could reach it a lady screamed as her purse was stolen.
"Please! Someone help me!"
Hazama jumped over the table, surprising his manager as well as a few fans as
he ran after the thief.
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It took thirty minutes to catch the guy and then another ten to find the woman
who owned the purse.
'Ishihara-san is going to kill me.' Hazama had no idea where he was and didn't
have his clothing with him outside his hero suit. He stood against a random
alleyway wall trying to catch his breath. His leg strain from earlier ached
with a vengeance; the muscle throbbing fiercely. 
He pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through his sweaty hair; slicking it
back. "Maybe I should take a break from the hero business." He couldn't do this
if stress from his personal life interfered. 
"No what am I saying?" He shook his head. "If I don't do this then who would?
Everyone else has retired but me!" The Flamengers gave up the hero business and
went on with their lives, his teacher worked at the Hero museum and the police
were still not adapt to the surge of crime all over the city.
"Yes! Samurai Flamenco must protect the weak and instill justice in the world!"
Hazama did a cross over pose, helmet remaining in his hand. "I won't and I
refuse to give up!"
"Masayoshi?"
Hazama jumped at his alter ego being mentioned. He turned slowly only see that
his bad luck continued to run its course.
Haiji Sawada stood in the alleyway staring at him. In his hands was a phone
along with a messenger bag on his shoulders. The boy wore a button up military
jacket along with a plaid knitted scarf. He seemed surprised but it turned into
an amused smirk as he approached the hero.
All of the vigor he had from earlier vanished from Hazama, leaving only his
more reserved self.  "Wh-What are you doing here?"
"I go to school around here. The question is what are you doing here instead of
meeting me at Starbucks?"
"Starbucks?"
Sawada walked closer. Hazama took a step back each time the teenager came
nearer. "I see. That's why you didn't notice my text." He boxed him in between
a stack of crates.
"I...I..."
"Hmm?" Hazama jumped slightly when Sawada ran a finger across his cheek and
down towards his neckline where his spandex outfit began. The hero told himself
he shouldn't be afraid, that he should fight back but instead he found himself
unable to do anything but shake.
Sawada leaned in closer. He was barely shorter than him so his lips lined up
with the other male almost perfectly. Hazama closed his eyes as they kissed. It
had no pressure; soft and almost chaste like.
He trembled when Sawada started to move his head, more firmer with the kiss. It
sent a spark of something that Hazama couldn't identify and he found his
fingers gripping into the teenager's coat. His stomach pooled with warmth and
something foreign. The teenager pulled and nibbled on the hero's lips, tongue
tracing over the edges and cupid's bow of his mouth.
The gray haired male growled and thrust his hips upwards; his pelvic bone
digging into Hazama's flesh behind the suit. The kiss became more wild, Hazama
opening his mouth so that their tongues would taste each other. Something hard
poked against him and he rubbed against it; realizing with a combination of
horror and pleasure that it was Sawada's erection.
The teenager gripped and stroked his damp hair; groaning and grinding against
him aimlessly. Hazama's mind swam and he couldn't think, just suck and bite and
taste everything. He wasn't even aware that they parted until he felt a bridge
of saliva hit his chin.
"Masa." The hero slowly open his eyes to see gray ones swirling with desire and
emotions. He closed his eyes again and shuddered. 
'No calm down, calm down.' "Wait, wait, not here. Please." He didn't want to
continue this in the open that someone could see. That and he didn't want to
break the law with indecent exposure.
"Fine. But remember this." Sawada groped Hazama through his suit, causing the
older man to buckle.
 
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It took many moments before Hazama could compose himself once more.
Even now with the both of them in Starbucks the man's fingers continue to shake
in nerves and adrenaline. He wished, no he desired Sawada to touch him again.
"You didn't have to buy me new clothes." Hazama spoke out of term to distract
himself. He stared down at the table, not wanting to met the teenager's eyes in
a combination of loathing and shame.
Sawada's voice seemed airy despite what happened earlier. "Of course I had. You
can't be running around only in your hero outfit now could you? People do know
of your alter ego but its unnecessary to flaunt it." 
Hazama sported a brand new coat, a woolly floppy eared hat along with a scarf.
He dug his hands into his new pair of wool pants, glad that he had enough sense
to keep his wallet in a compartment on the side of his leg. 'I'll pay him back
eventually.' The hero had an inkling that Sawada had money but he didn't think
he had enough to carry his own personal credit card.
The barista set both of the men's cups down and Hazama rose his head up to
thank her. He tried to keep his gaze elsewhere but the teenager in front of
him; feeling Sawada's eyes boring holes at him.
"When is Goto-san coming back?" Sawada broke the silence first.
"He said he would return February the tenth....no after Valentine's day."
"Are you happy to see him again?"
"Of course he's my friend." Hazama winced at the word friend from his mouth.
The hero heard silence once more and took that moment to sip on his chunky
cookie frappuccino. The sweetness helped the bland and sour taste in his mouth,
to rid of Sawada's saliva. 
"Do you love him outside of a friend? Like a lover?"
Hazama almost choked on his coffee. He dared to glanced up at the teenager.
"What? Why do you say that? Is it because of the proposal I did to save your
life?"
Sawada sipped on his black coffee, savoring it before replying. "You don't
remember what you said New Year's Eve? Shame Hazama."
Hazama tried to recall what happened outside of...that and gasped at the
memory. 'I was rambling about Goto-san!' He wanted to go hide in shame. The
hero's lip trembled but the other male's next words snapped him back to
awareness.
"Maybe I should text him and confess your feelings."
"No...No!" Hazama shouted; making a few of the other patrons glance over. He
lowered his voice a few decibels. "Don't. You promised you wouldn't have Goto-
san involved again if I agreed to your terms!"
Sawada narrowed his eyes. "I did but I don't enjoy you thinking of him. I'm
Samurai Flamenco's closest aspect in life, not him. So revealing your feelings
about him should eliminate that."
"But...!"  
The teenage flipped open his phone and Hazama leaned over the table to stop
him; almost knocking both of their mugs over. "Please! I'll do anything just
don't tell him!" The model wanted to work that problem out on his own terms. He
couldn't bear to see Goto's face again like the time he told the man his
girlfriend passed on.
Sawada's face had a look of astonishment; gray eyes wide. Hazama regretted what
he said when the teenager's features contorted into a dark calculating look.
"Anything?"
Hazama sobered up and sat back down on his seat. "Not anything." He stared at
the table; ignoring how his face felt hot. 'Stupid! I'm never relaxing around
Haiji-san ever again!'
"I want you to be my boyfriend."
Hazama's head snapped up once more. "What?"
Sawada put his phone away and went back to sipping his now lukewarm coffee. "I
want you to become my boyfriend when this is over with. It doesn't matter what
happens or how you feel; I want you to stay by my side."
The hazel haired male shook his head. "I, that doesn't make any sense."
"I told you I love you Hazama."
"No you don't love me." He frowned at the teenager, voice trying to be firm
like when he did heroic speeches. Hazama took a deep breath. "I understand that
you didn't receive the type of love you desired from your parents so when you
finally found something you clung to it, but it doesn't make it right to be
that obsessive towards me and confuse it with pure love. I can relate because I
didn't understand my own feelings until recently. I knew I liked Goto-san and
enjoyed his presence but I had no idea it broaden past friendship because I've
never been that close to someone before outside of my family." He didn't count
his manager because she treated him more like a son as well as a professional
than something more like the dark haired cop.
Sawada smiled and closed his eyes and Hazama couldn't help but shiver at that
look; reminding him of that night months ago. "I think we should go to the
hotel now Samurai Flamenco-san." The model winced at how he used his hero title
instead of his name. Regardless he nodded mutely; reaching to pull out some
money until Sawada got up and paid for the both of them. The hero debated if he
should take his frappuccino with him but he didn't have the heart nor the
stomach for it any longer.
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 When they arrived at the hotel Hazama marched right in the room with his head
up high. He would accept anything thrown at him today as his own fault. He
shouldn't outed Sawada in public but he felt that the teenager was being
selfish.
'What could possibly go worse than it already has?'
The hero watched as Sawada circled around him like a hawk inside near the
closed doorway. The teenager then wordlessly backed off, parting his tie as he
went further into the room. 
"I want you to strip in front of me Samurai Flamenco-san."
 "Strip?" The hero tried to process that, not expecting a command like that. He
closed the door and wandered aimless into the hotel room.
"Yes strip." His tone sound condescending as if he was the older one. "I want
you to slowly strip off your uniform until you're completely naked in front of
me."
"What? I can't!" Hazama started to protest until Sawada turned his head to
smiled; not reaching his eyes.
"Ah, but you had no problem doing it before with Goto-san involved right
Samurai Flamenco-san."
Hazama blushed at the memory at being exposed. 'I can't back down. Not now.' He
had to go through this and endured until he thought of another plan. All of his
efforts previously had been nil but he still had hope.
He gripped around the neckline, loosing his scarf as it fell to the floor. He
pulled along the collar next, it parting slowly as the hero stretched the
spandex material apart. Hazama watched how Sawada went over to a chair and sat
down, watching him intently with his legs crossed and fingers steepled.
The hero refused to put on a show; pulling his top up and off in a displeasing
manner. 'I'm glad this isn't one of my newer outfits.' The other costumes he
wore previously had too many layers, one piece outfits only for covering than
practical use. He wanted to get this done as soon as possible, the unsettling
feeling in his stomach.
Hazama un-clipped his belt then went down to his bottoms. He noticed that he
would have to bend down in order to get the lower half off. The hazel haired
male pressed his lips together before doubling over towards Sawada so that his
behind faced the door rather than the teenager.
He kicked them off before going to his navy blue boxer briefs, pulling them
down as well. Hazama covered himself in modesty as he faced the younger man;
face hot and red.
"You've been naked before but your prolonged bashfulness is simple and
heartwarming." The hero felt like the teenager was mocking him than giving him
a compliment. His muscles tensed as Sawada beckoned him to come closer with his
index finger.
He continued to hide his privates, treading gracelessly over to the teenager
with his heels practically digging into the carpet. Hazama stood in front of
the teenager glancing down; the other male's eyes having an unreadable
expression behind them.
"Wah?" The hero felt himself being pulled down by his arm, stumbling onto
Sawada's lap awkwardly. He grunted at the position, at his limbs sprawled out
and exposed. Hazama attempted to straighten himself up but Sawada kept him
straddled against his lap by his hips.
"This," Sawada took hold of the hero's half mast cock with one of his hands,
stroking it once without preamble. "-Shows that you have an attraction towards
me. That you desire me. That you want me. I didn't drug you this time, there's
nothing you can say to dismiss this."
Hazama tried to reply but only a broken gasp pushed past his lips, choking on
his own words. Hazama strive to motion his arms, to push the teenager away to
do anything but all he could do was grip the arms of the sofa chair, hips
thrusting without his volition into the heat of Sawada's hand. 
"Look at you. Already leaking this much." The hero shut his eyes as his cock
jumped at Sawada's words, pouring out more pre-ejaculated fluids from the tip.
"You wanted this didn't you?" 
"N-No! No!" Hazama denied, cursing mentally how his hips continued to thrust
into the teenager's fingers weakly, trying to seek out more pleasure. 
"You keep saying no but your body is saying yes. I already have that so what's
left is your heart." Sawada insinuated this by leaning his head closer. The
hero sobbed as a tongue licked around his pectoral, trailing slowly to his
areola.
'I had no idea that men's nipples were this sensitive!' Hazama gasped as
Sawada's mouth sucked in his nipple, pulling the nub taunt against his skin.
The action only pooled more pleasure to his already oversensitive groin. Hazama
shut his head and trembled as the teenager nibbled against his nub, his spare
finger pulling and rolling the other one.
The teenager released his now erect nipples and made a wet trail up to Hazama's
adam apple; sucking at the bobbing muscle. His fingers traced and ghosted the
man's side, causing his already heated flesh to break out in goosebumps. "I
want to spoil you Masa-chin but I need to release too. I can't have you being
selfish." 
Hazama couldn't understand Sawada's words as the teenager continued to stroke
his flesh. Moments later he thought he heard shuffling and something hot
touching his groin.
"Open your eyes~" 
Hazama tried to ignore the command but found himself opening them and peering
down. He gasped and his cheeks would had redden further if they could. 
Sandwiched between Sawada's fingers were both of their man hoods. A small part
of Hazama's ego preened at the fact that he was longer but the teenager had a
bit more girth than him.
The teenager resumed once more, stroking both of their erections between his
hand. "Yesssss, you feel so good." 
Hazama could only stare at the two cocks. He noticed how he had more foreskin
than Sawada, how the teenager had a deeper shade of red than his own light pink
hue. The hero watched memorized as a bead of pre-cum oozed out of the
teenager's cock and over his fingers. His mouth filled with saliva and he
thought about licking it up.
Hazama shook his head of such a ridiculous thought. 'I, I, can't do anything
right now so its best to finish him off as soon as possible.' The fact that he
already resigned into his fate, finding options into his situation brought
dread into the hero. 
He had not a lot of free range, one hand placed on his hips so he wouldn't fall
off, so Hazama tried to create friction against friction by pumping his hips
against Sawada by using the leverage of the sofa arms. It seemed to work since
it caused the teenager to groan louder, nibbling against his collarbone. 
"Masa-chin mmmm." 
'Sex is better than I thought.' Hazama watched with half lidded eyes. Sawada
seemed to jerk wildly now, his pace picking up and causing squelching sounds.
He recalled the blowjob that the teenager gave him and compared it to this.
Both had good merits and he craved more. 'It feels...good. Does all of it feel
this good?' Hazama bit into his lower lip as the feelings washed over him,
making his balls tighten. 
Besides his hand Sawada seemed to be stationary, moaning and saying dirty
phrases against his skin. Hazama loosen his fingers and tried to relax until
something pressed against his backside.
"Eh?!" He wiggled away but it only made, what he identified as a finger, push
against his anal hole. 'How did I not notice that?' Sawada's fingers moved from
his hips towards his ass; the pad of the teenager's digit going past his
barrier. He clinched in instinct, hissing out and gripping the arms of the sofa
chair until his fingers turned white.
"Relax your sphincter walls Masa-chin." Sawada whispered against his skin, a
command rather than a request. 
"I- I-" Hazama swallowed, his heart beating wildly. No one touched him there
before. It seemed wrong and so dirty. Moving seemed to make it go deeper so he
ignored his reflex to fight and settled against the teenager once more, trying
to not clinch and push it out.
The finger slide in further, causing a burning sensation to travel up the
hero's spine. Hazama hissed as it wiggled inside, the pads scraping against his
walls. "Hurts."
"Shhh." Sawada seemed to coo, placing kisses along Hazama's neck. The teenager
resumed stroking the both of them, trying to bring up Hazama's flagging member
back to full again. The older male whined weakly in return.
Sawada explored the most forbidden spot in his body, pressing and probing. A
jolt of something caused the hero to buckle and he could almost see Sawada's
smirk despite the teen pressed near his shoulder.
"Found it~" The teenager said in a sing song tone, rubbing
against something over and over again that caused his vision to almost black
out.
Hazama grit his teeth together but couldn't hold back the noises. He found
himself gasping as whatever Sawada touched, his groin to sprung back to life
again, leaving him a writhing mess. 
"G, Good. Too, good. Too much." He mewled out, his brain a fog just like the
time Sawada gave him aphrodisiacs. Too much stimulation. All he could think of,
all he could focus on were the sensations flooding and centering towards his
cock. "Hai...Haiji...don't..." He sounded pathetic even in his own ears.
"Don't stop? I won't Masa-chin." His pace sped up, the foreskin slipping and
rubbing against both of their crown heads. "Do you know how many times I've
jerked off to your body? Do you know how many times I've dreamed of doing
this?"
"S, sorry." Hazama apologized, wondering why. His hazel hair flopped against
his eyes, damp with sweat as he grind and pushed against Sawada's finger
penetrating him. Another one joined in stretching his body but not quite full
yet. Both of them pressed against that spot. The two men continued to writhe
against each other, Hazama almost bouncing up and down the teenager's lap now.
Sweat dripped down his back and to the crevice where Sawada's fingers joined
his body
"I'm going to fuck you soon Masa-chin. Really soon." Sawada stressed this with
another jerk towards Hazama's prostate, which caused his member to pulse. The
teenager seemed breathless, his voice stern but excited. "Just wait. I'll take
you bareback without a condom ok?"
The promise, those words made Hazama come without warning. The hero felt like
he was falling, putting his whole weight on the teenager as he drew out his
orgasm. He couldn't see, he couldn't think, all he could do was thrive through
waves coursing through his nerves and every being. The intensity of it all.
Hazama thought he heard Sawada whisper in his ear but he couldn't decipher it,
his brain crashing. His body ended up being a massive jello pool, barely
functioning outside of the necessities. He closed his eyes, his lungs working
to a sense of normalcy. 
"You weight so much Masa-chin." 
Hazama only grumbled a reply, feeling seemingly good. His brain would catch up
eventually and inform him the wrongness, the carnality of it all and how he
failed to project justice to fall into debauchery.
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Masayoshi rolled in the duvet of the hotel room, curling up much like a sushi
roll.
Sometime later Sawada lead him into the washroom. Hazama followed him, his
brain in a lurch of self pity and compliant. The teenager washed his back in
the showers, giving him kisses and nibbles on his neck and jaw, making Hazama
shiver from the intimacy of it all.
The teenager's voice sounded like white noise in his ears. 'What's happening to
me?' The hero couldn't answer his own question. Sawada touched and swiped down
his bicep to his elbow and Hazama leaned into the touch involuntarily.
"You respond nicely. Is that why you are afraid?"
Hazama jolted from the words registering in his brain, the only coherent phrase
that Sawada said to him.
'I am afraid.' Hazama reflected as he burrowed further into the sheets. He had
on nothing but a shirt that Sawada loaned him. 'I don't understand why my body
is responding like this. Is it possible that I like Sawada-kun?' Ishihara-san
told him about different feelings of love and he just ran straight towards
'love of a lover' without considering paternal or other kinds of love to give
towards the teenager. 'Why did I do that? Did I already harbor feelings towards
him? Did I enjoy his games because of the attention he gave towards me?'
Hazama's eyes widen at his realization and voided out his thought process,
slightly disgusted at such an egotistical insinuation. 'No that's not possible.
That's not true at all! I care about Goto-san. I care about Goto-san.' The more
he thought about it the more it loss its validity. 
"Masa-chan." Hazama jumped in his makeshift cocoon and tried to burrow further
but Sawada's voice continued to whisper closely. "You don't need to be afraid
anymore. You know I would treat you right."
Hazama whimpered as a hand pressed against the duvet and stroke it, as if
Sawada touched him directly. "You need to let go and stop thinking so hard.
Focus on what you want."
'What I want is to be a hero, not this complicated stuff.' Hazama didn't think
his heart would end up being swayed, that love could be so fickle
and distraught. 
***** Chapter 7 *****
Sawada sat outside of the Mainland photo studio on a lone bench. Normally he
wouldn't be caught in such a place but he wanted to make an exception for his
boyfriend Masayoshi by waiting for him after work.
He honest would rather take the man somewhere and fuck him until he couldn't
walk straight. Sawada firmly told the impatient teenage part of him to settle
down and bid time. He would eventually but it would be sweeter if Masayoshi
came to him, begging to be sodomized. 
So instead the gray haired teenager stuffed his gloved hands into his coat
pockets. He wanted to stand inside but they said something about friends,
relatives, and close relations couldn't be allowed during this particular
shoot. Distractions among other things. Oh how he wished he could come out
already and announce to the world that he owned the hero and the former
president candidate. 
'Next time.' Sawada pulled out a carton along with a lighter that he pilfered
from one of his father's co-workers. Sawada wanted Hazama to quit his job but
he knew the man had to do something to pay the bills since hero work didn't pay
that much, if anything. 'Maybe later on down the line when he lives with me.'
He didn't enjoy the thought that people looked at his photo and most likely
ogled or jerked off to the hero.
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Moe Morita, idol and part of the Flamenco Girls, was in love with her best
friend.
People didn't notice it since her now girlfriend and lover Mari flirted with
just about everyone under the sun. Her personality, a contrast to her own,
dominated and steamrolled over the most asserted people.
It took a few years for the freshman in college to get used to her extroverted
teammate. The girl surprising her at first in the first week of work by kissing
her with enthusiasm. Mari's lips tasting of sweet strawberry lip gloss along
with something that Moe couldn't identify.
The youngest member of MMM blushed deeply and stammered for a good ten minutes
after, her heart fluttery and her stomach jittery not from embarrassment. The
idea of falling for a girl didn't disgust her like the average Japanese person
but she wasn't sure if Mari felt the same way outside of being 'overly
friendly.' So she concealed her feelings then after, trying to bush off every
time Mari kissed her when she got excited or when her teammate became too close
to her body on the bus during tours.
Her feelings became obvious when King Torture kidnapped her. Moe poured her
heart out, willingly to let herself be captures in place of the woman she cared
about. The villain took noticed of it and she refuse to relent even after
getting her fingers crushed in the process.
When Mari vanished she turned into a moody state of depression. The girl missed
classes and wallowed at home a majority of the time inside of her room
until Mizuki Misawa told her about Mari's whereabouts. The girls
peacefully reconciled but Mari took a step further and flat out told Mari her
feelings before they parted, leaving Mizuki behind.
The former Flamenco Diamond stood there stunned, gasping and closing her mouth
like a fish. Moe took that opportunity to kiss her again, meshing their lips
together.
Since that day they had a steady but reclusive relationship. Their manager knew
about them (even though Mari had no idea) but Moe's family did not. They might
never know the girl thought sadly.
"Man this is so boring." Mari groaned, sitting next to her girlfriend at a
round table. They had another photo op with Masayoshi Hazama again. Mizuki
talked with their manager while the other two girls waited for Hazama to finish
his singles before they did a group shot. They were suppose to met up again and
do some Sentai singing show before Valentine's day. 
"It's for the holiday season Mari!" Moe tried to reassured her. Lately she's
been saying her girlfriend first name, no honorific. It felt nice. 'I wish we
could get married though.'
Mari turned and gave her a frown but grasp her hand under the table. Moe's
eyelashes fluttered, her eyes half mooned and gazed over. She held her hand
back and gave it a squeeze.
"Maybe when this is all over we could go out on a date somewhere!" Moe said off
hand but usually their dates would end up with the two coming over Mari's house
for heavy petting and making out. Moe didn't mind, not one bit.
Mari flushed and turned her head. Her hand let go of Moe's but subtly ran up
and down the hem of the youngest member's skirt. Moe only smiled innocently.
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Moe sighed, glad that they were finally over after a few hours later.
She walked alongside her teammates. Mari argued with Hazama, who held up his
hands in defense as they debated on heroism. Her and Mizuki were on the side
lines watching with weary emotions.
'Some things never change.'
The singer and Flamenco girl froze at the sight of someone familiar. 'I thought
he went to jail! Why is he here of all places?'
Haiji Sawada stood outside near the studio with his hands in his pockets
smoking a cigarette. The boy villain grew since the last time she seen him but
still had the same features that made her good mood go sour.
Mari stopped talking when she took notice of him too and Mizuki paled. Hazama
on the other hand did something unexpected. He stomped over and took the
cigarette from the teenager's mouth.
"You shouldn't smoke Haiji-kun! You're underage! Not only that but do you know
that smoking is bad for your lung development and can cause sores in the mouth-
"
Hazama continued to rant and ramble, waving the still lit cigarette around,
while Sawada pouted. The boy seemed more amused than annoyed or angry.
'What?' Moe watched the two carefully. They behaved more like an old married
couple than a hero and a villain. Mari must had picked up on that too because
she walked over to the arguing couple and intervened into their conversation.
Moe joined them, worried about her girlfriend's safety.
"What are you doing out of jail you brat?"
Mari cut straight to the chase being crass, hands on her hips and a frown on
her pretty face. Moe watched how Hazama's personality changed along with
Sawada; the former going reserved and the latter's eyes getting stern and
calculating.
"Hello Maya-san." Sawada smirked at her. "I see that you are well, considering
your active personal life."
Mari and Moe froze but Mari didn't relent, instead she changed the topic. "That
doesn't answer the question on why you are out of jail and why Hazama is so
familiar with you!"
Sawada shrugged indifferently. "I'm dating him."
Everyone froze. Even Hazama's mouth open in shock.
"WHAT?! You're gay!" Mari hissed out. Moe thought her girlfriend would end up
overreacting but she seemed to be mindful of Hazama's status. A lot has changed
over the past few years.
"I guess you can say that. I only had interest in Masayoshi in such a way. I
never liked girls or guys for that matter."
Mari stood there with her mouth open. Moe glanced at the both of them confused
herself. Mizuki seemed like she would pass out at any moment.
"Haiji-kun, don't be so informal!" Hazama hissed out, embarrassed.
"Why? We're close." Sawada insinuated this by moving his hand out of his pocket
to touch Hazama's cheek. Mizuki started to sputter, her brain not being able to
take any more. 
Hazama turned an interesting shade of red. The teenager took that moment to
take the cigarette out of Hazama's hand and put it back in his mouth. 
Mari on the other hand fumed, growling. "Hazama! What about Goto? I can't
believe you moved on just like that!"
Hazama's eyes snapped into focus and gained clarity. Sawada frowned at that.
Moe seen the look on the teenager's face and paled. Trepidation rang in her
head and she tried to cut off her girlfriend, waving her hands up and down.
"Goto went on that trip in order to-"
"I think we need to have a talk Maya-san." Sawada roughly grabbed her by her
arm and dragged her off. Moe tried to grasp her hand but the look the teenager
gave her and Mizuki made the both of them back off. 
The girls still hovered nearby in case something happened, wishing they brought
their weapons with them this time.
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Sawada released the idol, getting a satisfaction of joy when the woman stumbled
and almost fell over. 
"Hazama likes Goto so you shouldn't interfere with that! Wasn't it obvious that
last time?" Mari straighten herself and turned towards the teenager with a
glare.
"Hidenori has no interest in Masa-chin though." He went closer to the girl to
the point that she could probably smell the cigarette smoke from his mouth. "He
made that obvious that one time and I plan to keep it that way."
Mari narrowed her eyes but then she gasped in shock, stepping back. "You knew!
You knew Goto planned to reconcile with his girlfriend."
"Of course I knew." Sawada stepped back with a smirk. He took a lone drag from
his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. "What Masa-chin doesn't know won't
bother him. I want all of his focus on me after all."
"You're such a little shit!" Mari clinched her hands, fingers digging into her
palms. "Those two deserve each other after everything they went through! I'm
telling Hazama's manager all about you!"
Sawada shook his head. He knew the little bitch would try to pull this. "I
can't have you do that." He pulled out his phone and showed it to her. "You see
this?"
Mari squinted her eyes before she gasped. "You fucking-" She tried to reach
over but Sawada was quicker, moving out of her reach. 
"If you tell anyone else besides your stupid band about me and Masa-chin I'll
release this to the press. I know your manager knows of your relationship with
Moe but I hardly think her family knows or the media. With how dirty these
images are I think the impact would be better than your idle threats now would
it?"
Mari snarled and bowed her head, looking like she wanted to punch the other man
or kick him in the balls again. Sawada thrived on that look on her face. The
rage, the forlorn despair, the absolute agony. It didn't have the same impact
on him like it would on Hazama's face but it left the teen reeling.  
"There's more by the way so even if you delete them on this phone I have
several backups in various locations." 
Sawada took out his cigarette and threw it to the ground, stubbing it out. He
put both hands in his pockets and feign aloofness. "That reminds me. I have to
find some way to pay you back for crushing my penis the last time with your
foot. Maybe I can do something towards your girlfriend?"
Mari's head snapped up comically. "Don't! Don't you dare hurt Moe!"
"Mari!" Moe and Mizuki walked over. "Is everything alright?"
The idol started to open her mouth but cut off at Sawada's gaze. "Yeah it's
fine. We were just having a talk." She grasped Moe's arm and whispered in her
ear. The girl nodded her head and the three walked off, leaving Hazama with
Sawada.
"What did you do now?" Hazama sounded exasperated more so than angry. Sawada
found it to be a good sign that the hero grew more used to his tactics.
Sawada decided to change topics rather than answer him. "Masa-chin if you kiss
me more often I'll stop smoking."
The hero shook his head and turned, his ears turning pink. "No that would only
encourage you to do more wrongdoings!"
Sawada gave the hero's back a half smile and touched his upper arm. "Let's get
going then."
 
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     Trigger warning for gagging/fail blowjob. Nothing extremely graphic
     but I just wanted to mention it.
"You want me to do what?"
Sawada gave his usual amused smile at Hazama. "I want you to give me a
blowjob." He said it like announcing the weather.
The two men were in the usual hotel room on the other side of the mainland.
Valentine day was fast approaching and Hazama assumed he would go the rest of
the days without incident, considering that the teenager cut the time from six
months to only three. He assumed wrong.
The hero's lower lip poked out and he fiddled with the hem of his red
sweatshirt hoodie as he stood in the middle of the room. "I...isn't there
anything else I could do?"
"There is one other thing I want but its too soon for that." Sawada reached
over and cupped Hazama's face, stroking his thumb over the man's cheek. Hazama
steeled himself; using every willpower he had to resist leaning into the touch.
"I thought it would be good practice for you to start early."
'I don't want to practice! I don't want to get used to giving oral sex,
especially not on you!' Hazama tried to ignore the small curious voice that
wanted to try this, to lose his mouth virginity. 
Sawada narrowed his eyes and moved his hand downward to grasp Hazama's sweaty
palm. He tugged the man over towards the bed and sat down. "Well get to work
Samurai Flamenco-san."
"What do you mean?"
Sawada sighed. "I want you to do all of the work."
Hazama gasped and the teenager tilted his chin up in authority. "The sooner you
do this the sooner you can get on with your day."
Hazama weighted his options. He only had to do what Sawada wanted for a few
more weeks before Goto-san came back. After that he wouldn't have to do much,
whatever a 'boyfriend' did and by then he could figure out a way to get the
teenager back on the right path. Push comes to shove would be to send the youth
back to jail but he didn't want to do that. It would mean that Samurai Flamenco
failed on changing a person's perspective for the best by putting a band-aid
solution on the troubled youth's situation.
The hero went down to his knees; jeans digging into the plush carpet. He slowly
started to open up Sawada's pants with trembling hands. 'I can do this.' Hazama
pushed open the flap of the teenager's blue boxers and fished out his member.
It felt soft in Hazama's fingers and limp for once but responded to his brief
initial touch. Hazama thumbed around the foreskin surrounding the head, feeling
the sensitive and smooth skin underneath.
Seeing Sawada's cock up close like this left Hazama light headed. The texture,
the fact that it grew as he stroked and traced the member, even his gentle
breaths seems to effect it. 'It feels so heavy even though its not hard.'
Hazama inhaled, smelling a light mixture of musk and what could be Sawada's own
smell. 'He cleans under the skin too, it doesn't smell sour or weird.' 
The hero swallowed, the urge to pull out his tongue to taste gnawing in the
back of his head. Sawada petted his hair, which brought him back to focus
towards the presence of the other man and making this even more surreal.
"Go ahead." 
Hazama heard the gentle command and found himself closing his eyes and licking
the half hard member in his grip. His pink tongue traced the teenager's glands,
going from the root where his pubic hairs grew up to the tip slowly emerging
from the foreskin. 'It taste like skin.' What would it taste like Hazama
wondered to himself. He couldn't answer it. 'I, I have no idea what I'm doing.'
Hazama followed his own instinct and tried to recall how Sawada did it New
Years. He curled his tongue around the girth, making sure to trace it all,
before going to the tip. Hazama licked and spooned inside of the slit. A drip
of pre-cum oozed out and the minute it hit his taste buds Hazama found himself
moaning out loud.
He opened his eyes at that and leaned slightly back; shocked. 'I, what am I
doing?' Hazama, scared at the fact that his own member started to grow hard and
press against his jeans, stared at the now harden and twitching member in his
hand.
"Don't stop Masa-chin." Sawada stroked his hair, letting the strains fall
through his fingers. "Go ahead and suck it."
'Suck.' Hazama had an idea what to do next. His mouth flooded with saliva and
he opened his mouth and leaned forward before he knew what he was doing,
wanting to get this over with.
The hero took down all of Sawada without warning down to the root. The teenage
grunted in pleasure and thrust up, which caused the inexperienced Hazama to
gag, bile filling his mouth. 
Hazama barely made it off, coughing and gagging as he ran towards the bathroom,
bile starting to spill out. He groaned as he emptied his stomach in the toilet.
"Ugh." He rested his head against the porcelain bowl, not caring about his
flagging member or if he got any on Sawada.
"I should had expected that." Sawada's voice reached his ears near by. "Are you
ok?"
"No." Hazama groaned weakly, the taste in his mouth almost making him want to
be sick again, eyes closed tight. A hand stroked his back and he relinquished
into the touch, not caring that it was his latest enemy doing the action.
"I'm going to take a shower to get this...stuff off of me." Sawada sounded
disgusted which made Hazama feel even worse. "You try to relax ok?"
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Hazama laid on the bed on his back after brushing his teeth and using the wash
from the hotel goods.
'I can't do anything. I can't even do sex right.' His stomach felt nervous and
queasy but the hero pushed it back. 'No wonder Goto-san wouldn't accept me. I'm
a hopeless virgin compared to him. He probably slept with his girlfriend
several times so why would he want me?'
He turned over, wondering where such self-deprecation came from. 'I never
thought this way before.' No he usually prepped himself up and/or others as a
means to ignore his own self doubt. Now alone with his latest villain and with
no other help he fell into bad habits he haven't done since he was a small
child.
Hazama thought about his parents, how they died and how he never found the
killer. He considered looking for them again and contemplated it until the door
opened.
Sawada came out in a new pair of trousers, drying his hair with a spare towel.
He went over to the bed, making a breadth away from the older male. 'I don't
blame him.' The hero thought as he curled into a fetal position. 'I ended up
getting sick on him.'
"I pushed you too hard again. I'm sorry. I should had worked slowly and trained
you properly since you are mine after all."
'So its not my fault?' The fact seemed to make a weight lift off of Hazama's
shoulders. He ignored the rest of the words said and focused on that one fact.
Hazama preened and made a low rumbling noise as Sawada petted his hair again.
"I want you to go home Masa-chin and come back tomorrow. We will do this again
together."
 
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"That's it Masa-chin."
Hazama puckered up his lips and surrounded the tip of Sawada's cock.
They were back at the hotel room the next day in the same position. Sawada sat
on the bed in a short sleeved sweatshirt only; his pants discarded along with
his underwear. One hand rested on the side of him while the other held Hazama's
head in place, guiding him.
"Suck slowly, get a feel of my...mmmm...cock." The word cock rushed out of the
teenager's lips as if he tasted a fine dessert. "Use your tongue over the slit,
that's it. Good."
Hazama had his eyes closed, using his other senses. The textures he couldn't
describe and Sawada's words filled his brain, giving his pleased pulses when he
said he did good.
"Pull you lips behind your teeth. I'm going to push your head down slowly ok?
Not like before so relax."
Hazama pulled off with a lick and peered up at the flushing teenager. He nodded
his head once and closed his eyes again, lips going behind his teeth. 
Sawada slowly pushed him down, pausing when he felt Hazama tighten his throat
up in panic. "Relax." He pushed down until Hazama swallowed at least three
fourths of the teenager's manhood.
Hazama ceased breathing, afraid that he would end up being sick again.
"Masayoshi breath through your nose. Slowly." The hero breathed slowly,
swallowing the spit that flooded his mouth. They held that position until
Hazama's nerves settled down. 
"You have control Masa-chin. Just relax." Sawada petted his hair, a thumb
running over his forehead. Hazama moaned around the cock around his lips and
licked shyly. "G, Good. Now start moving your head up and down. Use your tongue
all-nnnngh." 
Hazama bobbed his head up and down, caving his cheeks in and taking as much as
he could go down with. His tongue traced and lapped along with his movements.
Pre-cum leaked a steady flow into his mouth, making his own cock twitch behind
his pants. 'It's a bit salty but clean too.'
Every time he pulled up he could feel the skin roll with him before pushing
back down as he can. Hazama wanted to touch himself, to pull himself out and
jerk off but that would admit defeat. At least like this he could make an
excuse and put it off as extortion, but the minute he succumb to his carnal
desires he knew he would be lost.
He moved faster, a part of him wanting to taste the teenager's come. Hazama
felt the tension of muscles behind the teen's thighs, the hand against his hair
tighten as if it took a lot for Sawada to not thrust and fuck his mouth.
Hazama's boxer briefs strained uncomfortably against his dripping cock and the
hero found himself trying to create friction, to rub his cock head or something
against the material.
"Mmmm...going to, thrust a little ok?" Sawada punctuated this with a small
thrust in tune with Hazama's sucking. "S-see? Ah, I waited so long for you to
do this to me."
Sawada's member expanded in his mouth, growing bigger. Hazama ignored how his
mouth drooled and dribbled saliva onto the bed and carpet. He clinched his
hands on the teenager's thighs so he wouldn't pump his neglected member,
fighting himself.
"I wish I could show this to Goto-san, how you're sucking my dick." Hazama
slowed down at that but Sawada tugged on his hair, making the hero keep up the
pace with the teen. "I didn't say stop Masayoshi. Mmmm, I'm really close too."
What would Goto-san say if he saw him like this? Sucking off a teenager four to
five years his junior in such submission? He couldn't ponder on it long as
Sawada groaned loudly and the cock in his mouth twitched, splashing against his
tongue and down his throat something thick and salty. 
"S-Swallow." Sawada barely gasped out. Hazama obeyed the command, swallowing
down the white liquid and trying to not choke on it, barely having time to
really savor it. "Mmmmm." Sawada hummed out, body practically vibrating as he
thrust shallowly and weakly out his orgasm.
Once the last spurt finished Sawada petted his hair again. Using the grip he
had on the hero's hair he tugged Hazama slowly off of his flaccid
glistening penis.
Masayoshi coughed, trying to swallow the rest down his throat. It didn't taste
horrible per se. A overwhelming salty bitter taste with hints of something
sweet. His stomach felt full but content for some reason. He rested his face
against the teenager's thigh, eyes closed and panting.
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Masayoshi buried his face into the pillow.
Months ago if someone told him that he would end up on all fours ass up towards
his former villain he wouldn't believe them.
After giving Sawada a blowjob the teenager decided to 'Show Hazama more
appreciation' by getting him off. Pants taken as well as sweatshirt, leaving
him only in a tight black v neck tee.
Hazama groaned into the material as his member stroked by those cunning fingers
and the other hand squeezed his balls, cupping and pulling them. His cock felt
like a hot poker, pulsing and dripping fat drops onto the comforter. He found
himself pumping into those digits, hips moving of their own accord.
The hand stroking his member slowed down but didn't falter. Instead fingers
ghosted near his anal entrance and plunged into his ass without warning,
slightly slick with substance.
"MMMMMFG!" Hazama yelled into the pillow as they stretched and burned. He tried
to wiggle away but Sawada had a grip on his cock still.
"Don't move Masa. I'm going to stretch you and it will feel good." Sawada
prepared him, stretching his inner walls and loosening him up. It didn't burn
as bad as the first time the teenager tried this but it still ached. "Are you
still afraid Masa-chin? Are you still scared of sex?"
Hazama rose his head from the pillow slightly. "No. I'm, I'm just wondering am
I doing the right thing. You're suppose to do this with the person you love."
Sawada made a noise with his mouth and jerked his fingers inside sharply,
causing Hazama to wince. "If I didn't love you Masa-chin I would had fucked you
the first time we were in this hotel. If I didn't love you I wouldn't wait for
you outside of photo shoots. If I didn't love you-" Hazama tried not to shout
as Sawada touched that spot again. "-I wouldn't devote so much time towards you
and your attention."
Hazama buried his face into the pillow again. 'He has a point. I should feel,
happy. I should be thrilled that a person loves me and wants to be there for
me.' A small part of him shouted how he was wrong, that he shouldn't confuse
Sawada's obsession with pure love, that he shouldn't confuse his emotions, but
it became obscure the more times Sawada's finger tips pressed and grind.
"I could fuck you now Masayoshi." A voice blew against his ear and he shivered
at the tone and promise behind it. "You're almost ready for it but I'm not
going to. I'm going to get you off just like this."
Hazama moaned as Sawada started to pump his cock again, going faster and
dragging the skin over the crown. His toes curled into the comforter and he
knew he wouldn't last long, especially not with the teenager pressing against
his prostate. He writhed and shifted his hips into the teen in a wanton
fashion. Pushing back into those fingers and practically fucking himself
against them.
For some reason Hazama felt empty. He wanted something bigger, larger inside of
him than Sawada's manly but slim fingers. The idea scared him and brought about
a forbidden pleasure, making his hips piston against the teenager's strokes,
his testicles slapping against the other male's palms.
"I, I, want more." Hazama mumbled behind the pillow. He groaned as his cock
started to twitch in the teenager's hand, the speed almost chafing if it wasn't
for the pre-cum and whatever Sawada used as lube. 
Hazama made a low, deep yell, rising in volume as his orgasm caught up to him
unexpectedly. He thought he would just climax but it panned slowly before
exploding in an array of pleasure. His toes shook, his knees felt weak and he
couldn't help but hump against Sawada's hand as he pumped and milked him dry.
His chest heaved and he panted into the pillow, legs giving out and sliding
onto the comforter along with his wet spot. Hazama didn't care at the moment.
Fingers traced his spine and he leaned into the touch. His member twitched
feebly and ached. Hazama never had an orgasm this intense in a while. 
'If I'm Sawada's boyfriend would we always do things like this?' The idea of
having kinky unexpected sex made Hazama's mouth water but he shook his head.
'No he's...' Hazama couldn't find a rebuttal against not doing it. Goto-san
would most likely come back to talk about his vacation with his girlfriend so
that made him not an option for anything in the future, it seemed to keep
Sawada out of trouble for the most part, and it felt good.
Hands gripped his ass and squeezed. "Mine." Sawada whispered and Hazama only
grumbled before turning in, resting before he went back.
 
***** Chapter 9 *****
"That's it Hazama-kun, pose for the camera. There we go nice job!"
The hero forced a smile on his face, a deep flush all over his cheeks and
shoulders. He wore a light red scarf and an open chested woven white top along
with shiny pressed dress trousers. His lips also had a touch of strawberry
gloss, making them shine. He felt uncomfortable with his hair gelled and
slicked back but ignored it like he always would at photo ops.
"The red really brings out your skin Hazama-kun! No matter how many times we do
this you're always so reserved and shy!" The camera man gushed. "This will look
good for the centerfold for Valentine day!"
After snapping a few more Hazama went over to the water cooler and got himself
a drink. A shadow loomed nearby and he regarded the person next to him, knowing
who it was.
"Ishihara-san do you need anything else from me today?"
Hazama's manager sighed and crossed her arms. "Nothing for now but just
remember you have to be here later on for the MMM singing co op. You have to
become Samurai Flamenco for that one."
"I won't forget Ishihara-san. I promise to show up on time." Hazama gripped the
cup, shaking slightly. He continued to give her his back. She stared at him,
mouth posed to say something else but sighed and walked away instead to talk to
the camera man.
It took a few moments before the hero could raise the cup and swallow down the
cool water, helping his parched throat. He went over towards his dressing room
and leaned against the wall for support before gaining the willpower to walk
straight once more.
It wasn't until he went inside that he collapsed on his knees. "Ah, ah." Hazama
groaned and fell over. He curled into a fetal position as his whole body
shaking in restrained desire. "I made it...I did the entire photo shoot without
giving myself away." Hazama wanted to die from embarrassment and total
humiliation from having an erection the whole time he took photos. He prayed to
the universe and the heroes out there that nobody took notice.
Sawada told him that he would be putting a toy up his ass along with a
restricting cock ring. The hazel haired man paled in embarrassment and tried to
opt out but the teenager told him that this would be the last thing if he could
endure it for the whole day; Valentine's day a few days away. So he relented
and let Sawada insert a type of egg anal vibrator inside, trying to not shiver
when the man placed the device snugly over his soft cock.
The item vibrated inside of him for a good part of the day on the lowest
setting. It tingled but brought out pulses of pleasure that built and grew as
time went on in pure torture. It reached the point of now, with Hazama on the
verge of coming in his pants, his balls heavy.
'I don't want you to masturbate Masa-chin~ Be good and don't remove the ring
ok?'  Sawada's words echoed in his head as he tried not to squirm away as he
felt fingers probe him and push inside the foreign object.
Hazama panted, trembling and wanting to just pull his trousers down, take off
the device, and stroke himself to completion, orders or not.
'I only have to survive this and I'm done. I can go back to my normal life.' A
twinge of disappointment settled in Hazama's stomach that he ignored. 'Damn it
I want to come.' He knew what getting off would entail and a part of him wanted
to give up, to just accept such pleasures but he remained stubborn about it.
His pride held him back from rutting against his fingers like an animal.
With much effort he hoisted himself up and on the sofa, groaning as the toy
rustled and a stream of pre-cum splashed against his boxer briefs. 'I have to
go home. If I can take a nap or at least lay down it wouldn't be so bad.' The
hero panted, trying to rest before he packed up his few things and left for
home.
Hazama put on his poker face as he greeted everyone before he left. He wish he
had a car or at least got a ride from his manager instead of taking the train,
time seeming to drag on and on. Every so often his body felt like it would
buckle or his member pressing against his underwear would burst out and scare
someone like a Sentai monster.
He stood rather than sat down on the train during the long ride back to his
house, resisting the urge to cross his legs. The hero ended up running a hand
through his hair several times during the trip in nerves. Hazama barely made it
out of the station before a familiar voice called his name.
"Oi! Hazama!"
Hazama turned and paled. 'No.' Hidenori Goto stood near the bus terminal. From
the looks of things he just made it back into the mainland. 'Why me universe?
Why do this to me? "Goto-san." Hazama didn't wish to see nor talk to the man
with his frame of mind. He tried to voice this until the man approached him;
the opportunity too late.
"I want to talk to you."
Hazama stared into the man's dark eyes and found himself nodding, screaming
mentally. 'Idiot!'
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They went into a local family restaurant. Goto sat on the other side of Hazama
in the plush booth near the window. The hero tried not to met the cop's eyes
and broke the mood first. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Hazama hoped
his voice didn't sound suspicious.
"I wanted to discuss my recent trip."
'No I don't want to hear this! I don't want you to tell me about your vacation
with your girlfriend!' Hazama didn't voice this, instead he bit his bottom lip
and stayed silent like a good friend would do, listening intently.
"Me and my...girlfriend went over a lot of things. I found out the reason why
she vanished. She apologized and I got some closure but I wanted to know what
was happening with you and the others. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I
mean you're an idiot but you really mean a lot to me."
Goto rubbed the back of his head at the confession. Hazama wanted to reply but
sucked in a breath when he felt the vibrator increase its pressure, stimulating
his prostate further. 
'Oh no. Please don't let Goto-san hear, please don't let him hear.' The hero
shut his eyes, everything suddenly turning into white noise. He gripped his
pants until his knuckles turned white.
"This is kind of hard to say considering what I told you before I left. I did a
lot of thinking and I wanted to ask-are you alright?"
Hazama trembled, breathing hard. His vision clouded and he couldn't take
anymore. 
"Sorr-y Goto-san. I, I need to be excused." Hazama rose from his seat and ran
off to the washroom in a haste, ignoring the older man's questioning.
Once he closed the door he leaned against it and pulled out his phone. It rang
once before a voice vibrated against his ear.
"Hello?"
"Haiji please...I can't take this any longer."
"Oh Masayoshi its you. I'm sorry but I'm at school right now so I can't talk to
you for long."
"I need, I need you." Hazama cupped himself with one hand, trying to help the
pressure. It only made it worse, his testicles aching in agony. He sobbed into
the IOS phone. "Please. I want to come already. I want this out of me."
"If you can wait a few more hours I'll remove it and you can be on your way
back to your jolly police officer." Sawada spat out with malice. 
'How, how did he know?' Hazama didn't question it for long. The pressure
against his cock was stifling. His erection strained against the cock ring and
Hazama resisted the urge to rip it off. "Please I'll do anything!"
Silence vibrated on the phone and Hazama thought that Sawada hung up until he
spoke again. "You do know what will happen if I take care of you Masayoshi. You
can't go back to the same life you had before."
Hazama banged his head against the door, the pain distracting him. "I know but
I can't deal with this. I want...I ache for something. Please Haiji. Please
come get me."
More silence. "I'll be there in a few minutes." The line went dead and Hazama
sank to the floor of the washroom.
Time seemed to drag on and the hero sobbed in regret and surrender. 'I'm sorry
everyone.' Sooner than he expected he heard a knock. Thinking it was a citizen
or Goto he cracked open the door to see the gray haired teenager.
Sawada's eyes widen at first but a small wide smirk graced his features. "So
delicious seeing you like this Samurai Flamenco-san."
Hazama sniffed and fell to his knees. Sawada closed and locked the door behind
him as the hero gripped his legs.
"I want to come. It hurts." Hazama whined, rubbing his tear filled face against
the teenager's school pants. "Please I'll-I'll do anything to come. It hurts so
bad."
"Shhh." Sawada cooed and petted the top of the hero's head much like a parent
would a child. "Let's get out of here first."
Hazama regained a part of his common sense over the haze of lust. "But what
about Goto-san and-" Sawada gave him a stern look and unlocked the door before
opening it.
Hazama watched how none of the staff along with the customers noticed them as
they slipped out of the front down. "How did you...?"
"It's a secret. I'll tell you one day."
"Really?" Hazama's eyes lit up in wonder. Did Sawada have a superpower? Is that
how nobody could sense him the time he tried to hurt all of his friends and
blew up his apartment?
The teenager flagged down a cab. "No. I'm lying~ If I tell you all of my
secrets then I wouldn't be a good villain."
Hazama pouted and went into the taxi cab.
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Sawada wanted to shout up in glee.
He never thought Samurai Flamenco would submit to him. No he assumed Hazama
would fight until the end due to his stubborn heroic nature. Instead the man
broke at the culmination; begging to practically ravish him.
Sawada hated how Valentine's day loomed closer and decided on a final test. He
told Hazama that he would be putting an anal egg inside of the man, vibrating
all day, along with a cock ring. If he could last until Sawada got out of
school he would let him go, occasionally calling him for a couple of more
favors but nothing sexual.
Hazama blushed, protesting and complaining but accepted the challenge. Sawada
spent the most grueling day of his life next to the time in juvenile jail.
School was a bore, dragging on and on with every ring of the bell. It was right
after P.E. that his phone vibrated and he excused himself to the nurse's office
to answer it.
Hazama's voice over the phone surprised him but his location did not. Sawada
planted a bug on his phone the last time he slept with the hero. It had limited
features but enough to make sure the hero didn't do anything drastic such as
send him copies of Hazama's text message. So Sawada read the text that
mentioned Goto coming home sometime today early before the hero did.
Hazama begged him, his voice a whimpering mess so erotic that Sawada found
himself cupping his pants, grateful that the nurse wasn't around to see him
half hard. He thrived at the hero's pleas for a few more moments, walking and
using his ability to leave class early.
He never ditched school besides the rare moments he spent with his 'friends'
and found himself running for the first time in excitement. Sawada cut off the
call when he reached the city, calling for a taxi cab to Hazama's location.
The teenager spotted Goto inside and frown but stuck to the new plan. He
whispered to the hostess' ear that Goto's friend won't be joining him due to an
'emergency' and to call him later. The unsuspecting waitress only giggled and
nodded her head.
Sawada approached the men's washroom and knocked once. A few seconds passed and
Hazama cracked opened the door. The minute Sawada stepped him the hero gripped
to his form, weeping in a former shadow of himself. Most people would be put
off by such a display but Sawada did not.
The teenager instead breathed deeply. Hazama's eyes were redden and rimmed with
tears, his nose slightly runny, and red splotches all over his skin from lust.
Sawada couldn't help but voice his ecstatic opinion. It grew even more so when
Hazama offered himself on a platter, giving up.
For now at least. He knew it wouldn't last but Sawada thought ahead and would
deal with that when the time comes.
Using his ability again he avoided the gathered people in the restaurant and
went into the taxi he came in, both of them vanishing as quickly as he entered.
Now the teenager had Hazama laying on their usual hotel bed, his pants
discarded along with his underpants. The hero covered his face with both hands,
groaning in mortification as Sawada inspected the older man's cock.
"You look like you could burst the minute I take this off." He poked it,
watching how it twitched and steadily dripped with pre-cum. "Maybe I should
keep you like this longer-"
"NO! You promised you wouldn't! Please just get this over with already."
Sawada snorted, not enjoying how the hero cut him off. "Raise your legs up so I
can take it out."
Hazama shook but complied, hooking both of his hands under his knees. Sawada
entered the hero without preamble with his fingers. Hazama's hole already slick
and dripping with lube and sweat. The older male hissed but didn't clinch his
insides.
'Where is it-' Sawada hummed to himself as he searched around, fingers probing.
'Ah here it is~' He pulled out a small gray vibrating egg from the hero's ass.
Hazama stared at it detachedly, letting his legs fall back down onto the bed
like a lifeless doll. 
Sawada threw it to the side and crawled up to the hero. "You don't realize how
much I love you." The teenager meant it. He cared about the hero in his own
twisted demented way. Masayoshi's tears, his pain, even his pleasures
he relished them all. 
Hazama's eyes shone doubt along with uncertainty and Sawada kissed it away. He
tried to gently nibble on Hazama's bottom lip, relaxing him before he pressed
further. The more he kissed him the harder it became to control himself, to not
just act impulsive like a typical teenager. 
Sawada started off slow with his tongue, nudging against Hazama's bottom lip.
Guiding it slowly into his clutches. He tried not to grin when Hazama shyly
parted his lips and Sawada swept inside.
The teenager refused to remain stoic, tracing the hero's sides and feeling
muscles strain and lean into the touch. Hazama's skin, almost feverishly,
continued to sweat as Sawada shifted his hips, the man's neglected erection
pressing against his backside in longingly. 
Sawada parted from Hazama's lips barely a breath away. "Maybe one day when I
trust you completely." In the teenage villain's eyes bottoming had the same
advantage as topping. You could manipulate a person to desire your body, to
crave being buried into your ass just as much as the driving power of shoving
into such depths.
Hazama groaned and pulled Sawada back down, surprising the other male. He
didn't remain shocked for long, going back into control. Their tongues tasted
and mingled around, the teenager dragging the cleft of his ass against the tip
of Hazama's cock, teasing. He ranked his fingers up to the hero's chest,
tracing the pecs and rubbing teasing circles around the nipples.
"Sawada please." Hazama begged, confusion and desperate longing in his voice.
Sawada answered by pinching them sharply, hearing Hazama gasp as he soothed the
pain away. "I want you to turn around and get into position Masa-chin. I warned
you what would happen if you begged."
Hazama moaned weakly when Sawada thumbed the hero's now erect nipples, kissing
along his cheek and jaw. They made out for a few more minutes before Sawada
admired his work. Hazama's skin along with the red undertones had a nice sheen
of sweat. His bottom lip, swollen from the teeth and attention towards it,
poked out. Despite Hazama's hands being free they were passive and only
clinched to the sides.
'Such submission. You were made for this Masayoshi.' "Go ahead Masa-chin.
Hurry."
Hazama snapped to attention at the request and shuffled to roll over on his
belly, going on hands and knees. Sawada used that time to reach into his pocket
for a bottle of lube that he started carrying around for such a moment.
He opened the top and coated his hands, warming them up before he pushed two
fingers into Hazama's ass without warning. The hero jumped but Sawada held him
down by his backside with his free hand.
"Relax." The teenager breathed out, his own member straining against his school
slacks. He played with the hero's skin, tracing the spinal bones near the tail
end as he waited for Hazama to loosen up. He pushed in further, exploring and
probing like this was the first time.
'So warm and so tight. I know it will feel even better around my cock.' Sawada
swallowed, slightly mystified. He mentally slapped himself as he pushed in
three, noticing how Hazama shook and panted out puffs of breath.
"Masayoshi you should be glad. You're going to split your cherry today." The
teenager said this while turning his fingers roughly, enjoying how the hero
winced and gripped the comforter harder.
Sawada admired the hero's vulnerable form, the only he only would see, before
he parted his fingers. A sense of longing settled in his heart but he ignored
it for much better things. It took a lot of effort to not just jack off on
Hazama's back after he took off his belt and pulled down his pants; kicking
them off to the side.
The teenager coated himself quickly and systematically, not giving the hero any
warning whatsoever when he pushed inside. 
'Fuck.' Sawada couldn't think. His mind, usually active with sadistic thoughts
or plans, ended up going blank. He grunted and pushed all the way to the hilt,
Hazama's ass tickling against his pubic hairs. He held onto the hero's shaking
hips, making sure he didn't move out of place or jolt.
"Tight...er than I expected." Sawada hated how weak his voice sounded. He
adverted this by pressing his whole weight on Hazama, panting into neck. He
couldn't really see Hazama like this. The man's face ended up being buried into
the sheets, silent sobs ranking from his form and making Sawada shiver from the
vibrations. He had patience, making the hero wait it out.
After a few moments when Hazama didn't calm down Sawada snorted, pulled out,
and flipped the hero over. Hazama gasped but it turned into a suck of air when
Sawada thrust back into his body and started to move without preamble.
"Ah, Ah." He sounded just like a kid but he couldn't help it. Shit Hazama felt
good. The inner walls gripped him almost like a vice, the heat made his member
felt soaring, and the sounds were fantastic down to the balls slapping against
skin. He tried to time his thrusts, to slow down but all he wanted to do was
empty his balls deep inside of the man. The teen knew he wouldn't last.
To prolong this he opened up the hero's legs, putting one on his shoulder.
Sawada then leaned down and kissed away Hazama's tears before attacking his
mouth. Hazama struggled but kissed back, their tongues dragging and licking
halfway parted.
Every time Sawada thrust inside it would cause the hero to clinch, as if he was
sucking him in. It drove the teen crazy as the man's anal walls milked him
slowly. Almost like torture.
He reached between them with a free hand, the other still on Hazama's leg, and
pumped the hero's cock with his thrusts. Hazama moaned, the noises becoming
louder as the member in his hand expanded and grew bigger.
"C, come Masayoshi." Sawada hissed out as he parted from his lips. "You are
granted the privilege to come finally."
 A few strokes and Masayoshi came undone. Hazama, the color to his
monochromatic world, didn't disappoint. Skin flushed in ecstasy down to his
toes, mouth open in a soundless yell, lean back arched up and off of the bed,
muscles taunt, hair sprayed out along the pillow and spurting so hard that one
of the shots hit the headboard behind him. To Sawada it was the most
breathtaking sight he ever seen in his drab life. Only for his eyes.
The teenager grunted, sweat dripping from his droopy hair as his own climax
approached him. "It's coming out-" He grasped Hazama's left hand, intertwining
their fingers, as he started to fill and coat the man's inner walls. Sawada
shut his eyes tight, panting as his cock twitched along with his rapidly
beating heart.
He held that position, making sure to pull himself out before collapsing.
Sawada grumbled, not caring that his softening member ended up being smooshed
between them, that they were a sweaty and sticky mess, that he was most likely
laying on Hazama's spent, or that the smell of sex with the humanity of the
hotel room made him lightheaded. 
Sawada focused on the fact that even after all of this Hazama petted his hair,
comforting him through the afterglow in such intimacy that it made something in
Sawada's chest stir and a blush would had went to his cheeks if he wasn't
already flushed. Instead he ignored it and rested.
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"What the hell do you want?"
Sawada yawned, not deterred by Mari Maya's bad mood, as he shifted the phone.
"I figured out the favor I want from you. Well half of it. I want you to help
with and sing at my wedding."
Silence rung out over his phone and Sawada took that moment to give Hazama more
ice cream crepe. The two showered and Sawada decided to treat the loss of the
hero's cherry by buying him a special dinner. Chestnut rice, grilled pork and
fried chicken balls katsu style with a variation of Hazama's curry flavors that
wouldn't give his lover bad memories from a Kamen Rider diner. He had to pay
extra to have the special food delivered but well worth it.
Now Masayoshi laid on Sawada's lap, propped up by a pillow, as the young
teenager fed him dessert. He seemed compliant but that's because Sawada put
another dosage of drugs in the ice cream. Not like the aphrodisiac from before
but it made the hero more mellow to say the least. Nothing hazardous. Hazama
would most likely not remember the conversation Sawada had over the phone with
the singer and he wanted to keep it that way.
Sawada pulled the phone slightly away as Mari exploded, screeching in the
receiver. "Marriage?! Are you kidding me! I won't accept such a thing and I
hope to God that Hazama doesn't either and sees through you." The teenager
pulled the fork away from Hazama's lips and put on the small table near them.
He replaced it with his wine mixed bubble tea, sipping it and barely regarding
what the Flamenco girl said next. "I'm going to tell Goto about this so he can
stop you!"
"Are you done?" He wanted to get back to his lover, not listen to the annoying
harpy.
"You-You little shit! They deserve each other! You know they do! You're not
even important. You're just some point in Hazama's life that will pass just
like Beyond and Torture!"
Sawada wanted to laugh through the phone at the fuming idol. "Who says so? You?
Everyone else? Hazama doesn't feel that way." He took another sip from his
drink loudly. "The man cares about me and I'm going to make it obvious to
everyone." Sawada petted Hazama's hair, pleased to hear him purr and lean into
the touch. "Just remember that you owe me. You're my little puppet until
otherwise."
Sawada wasn't surprised when he heard the dial tone after a long stream of
curses. 'Such a short tempered bitch.' He huffed like a child who lost a video
game rather than someone who gave him a threat. The teenager sipped on his
drink one last time before putting down his cup on the table.
"Masayoshi." Sawada cupped the hero's face, who grumbled and turned his head
towards his stomach. The youth wore his school pants but that's it while Hazama
only had the sheet for covering. He would have to order clothes later on for
the both of them.
He spoiled the hero so much.
"You're mine ok?" He stroked his cheek, feeling the presence of developing
stubble. Hm. He would have to remind Hazama to shave again.
"Mmmkay. Yours." The hero mumbled sleepy and the teenager traced his face for a
few more moments. He listened to how Hazama's breaths evened out, falling
asleep.
Sawada smirked and leaned back on his palms, relaxing. He considered this a
victory that nobody else could achieve. Not Torture, not Beyond, not Alien
Flamenco, not even that idiot Okuzaki. 
"Me."
 
 
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