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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kami-sama_no_Iutoori
  Relationship:
      Amaya_Takeru/Takahata_Shun
  Character:
      Amaya_Takeru, Takahata_Shun, very_vague_mention_of_Shouko_and_Akimoto
  Additional Tags:
      Frotting, Underage_-_Freeform, handjobs, Masturbation, Lengthy
      description_of_Amaya's_character_via_Shun
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-25 Words: 1358
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by madokidoki
Summary
     He guessed, if he really wanted to look at it that way, he’d have to
     think of Amaya as the way humans were intended to be and everyone
     else the exception. They had animal bodies and animal desires at the
     end of the day, no matter what pretty saran-wrapped version of
     themselves they packaged away.
     Nonetheless, he really hadn’t expected Amaya to start jerking off.
“You’re different.” He’d said. The you’re like me was said in only as many
words, something paraphrased and twisted until it didn’t sound alien leaving
Amaya’s mouth. You have the same scent I do. He’d said that as if it was
something simple and animalistic-- and Shun guessed, at the root of it, that
Amaya was all animalistic desire with no reverent regard anyone else held for
humanity. At the root of it, he did what he wanted because life wouldn’t have
much of a point if he didn’t and Shun reluctantly guessed he felt the same,
reflecting back to times of boredom and the thick flesh-sound of a finger
separating from a hand.
That being said, aware as Shun was of how Amaya worked, he’d never pondered the
extent of that, figuring it only went as far as whatever sadistic thrill Amaya
got from ending a life...naturally, he thought as he watched Amaya pull out his
dick, he’d never really remembered that Amaya was a second year, like him,
never really thought of his animal body as something defined under the same
rules as every other teenage boys, but... He guessed, if he really wanted to
look at it that way, he’d have to think of Amaya as the way humans were
intended to be and everyone else the exception. They had animal bodies and
animal desires at the end of the day, no matter what pretty saran-wrapped
version of themselves they packaged away.
Nonetheless, he really hadn’t expected Amaya to start jerking off.
“You said I couldn’t touch them, didn’t you? That means I’ll have to satisfy
myself.” His tone was grating and quietly conversational, the same voice he
used to say everything. Caught between looking away and just looking, Shun
fidgeted uncomfortably as Amaya just kept fucking looking at him-- and, awkward
as it was, the steps he’d taken into the discovery of human sexuality had left
him confused and somewhere in the middle of girls and not-girls. So, try as he
might to deny it, there was something...interesting about the slide of Amaya’s
skin, the way his bones and body fell perfectly into place. There’d always been
something interesting about Amaya, admittedly, but this was different.
Jumping at a slight noise made on an exhale from Amaya, Shun, to his horror,
realized he’d been watching. Not just watching, but fucking staring at Amaya
and the way his hand moved and the rising and falling of his stomach as it
twitched beneath the sensation. Shun, also to his horror, realized that he
wouldn’t be passing this predicament without a problem of his own.
Physiology. He thought automatically. Not my fault. My body’s reacting or
something like that. Not my fault. Unfortunately, he didn’t and couldn’t escape
Amaya’s notice, the sharp grin that had been present on his face since the
beginning only stretching wider as his hand slowed deliberately. “Oh, so you’ll
go with it then?” He laughed. Shun wanted to close his eyes until this horrid
moment was over, or at least until something interrupted Amaya. Sputtering to
fill the silence quickly and not seem guilty of some strange crime, he shooked
his head, looking ridiculous with his eyes still shut tightly. He protested
vehemently, muttering something about what does that even mean, you freako,
playing the position of an embarrassed and ashamed child up until, of course,
he felt the palm of a hand slide all-too-easily across the thin fabric of his
hospital wear.
Eyes shooting open, he almost reached out and kicked Amaya in the fucking face,
but, fuck fuck FUCK for some reason it wasn’t just a singular movement and he
kept going, watching Shun squirm with a half-curious half-nonchalantly smug
expression. Shun shook his head again, a quick jerk of the head more than
anything, his mouth opening now to finally react appropriately and forcing out
a weird sort of groan before he could even try to string words together. “W-
what-- what the fuck are you doing?!?” He finally decided on hissing, trying to
scoot away from Amaya and put space between them. Unfortunately, Amaya grabbed
tight to his thigh with the same hand and dragged him back, his other hand
still going working plainly at his own dick.
“You’re hard.” He said as if it constituted enough information for a full
answer. He tilted his head and grabbed Shun’s thigh again, using his obvious-
enough strength to jerk Shun from the couch and sending him sprawling on the
floor, almost colliding with the coffee table. “If you’re hard, you should take
care of it. Unless you’re going to actually go fuck one of the girls, yanno?
That wouldn’t be fair.” He reached forward again, his hand coming to rest on
the waistband of Shun’s pants. Shun swallowed thickly and tried to move to
shake his head or get the fuck away but, animal instincts be fucking damned, he
found himself nodding and reaching down to assist Amaya in pushing down his
pants enough to expose his nondescript briefs. Amaya didn’t react too
spectacularly, seeming to expect it, and instead went right for his briefs and
jerked them down.
Shun could waste no time on being embarrassed, or waiting, or-- or doing
something even vaguely and sensical and human, too caught in the same
expressive animal behavior of taking what you wanted and doing what you wanted
because it gave you purpose. Amaya scooted forward and carelessly threw Shun’s
legs over his hips, moving even closer to take the hand he’d been using to
downright harass Shun earlier behind himself, for support. Not particularly
knowing what Amaya was expecting him to do, he once again prepared to ask a
question only to be blindsided by the feeling of skin on his own and holy shit
was Amaya grabbing both of their dicks at once--!?!?
Outright groaning this time, he moved his hips up to meet the motion, his dick
rubbing straight against Amaya’s, he thought strangely of nothing at all and
felt only the slide and the heat of his body and the slickness of sweat
dripping down his back and fuck, fuck fuck he thought that maybe it would be
too easy to get caught off guard by this feeling. Amaya came before him,
naturally, as he’d been working on himself for far longer. Expecting him to get
up and let go of him to clean up, Shun jumped in surprise at the feeling of the
other boy’s hand only tightening around his dick and moving even fucking faster
and when he looked up he only felt the presence of cold dark eyes and inhuman
intent, only saw the bared-teeth green of a not-boy not-wolf as if he was
getting ready to eat him alive and shit-- he was coming.
Panting and propping himself up on the side of the couch, he tried to calm down
first, slowly come back to his senses instead of slamming head first into a
mountain of panic. A box of tissues hitting his chest and falling back into his
lap, he refocused on his surroundings, seeing Amaya (with his pants already on)
returning to his position by the door. He narrowed his eyes and warily accepted
the tissues, throwing an anxious glance at the stairs. It appeared that no one
was suspicious and nothing had really been tipped off, so he thankfully cleaned
himself off and pulled his pants back up.
“It feels nice, doesn’t it.” Amaya said, face turned to the door again.
“...yeah.” Shun found himself answering finally, realizing finally that there
was nothing really separating human and animal other than a modern sense of
dignity. “Yeah, it does.”
And maybe-- He thought. Maybe if I’m already an animal, then, it’s okay to do
what I want.
Closing his eyes slightly and slumping his head back against the couch, he felt
strange in his skin and wondered what the hell he was even doing.
Closing his eyes slightly and slumping his head back against the couch, he felt
strange in his skin and thought that maybe it didn’t matter what he was doing
as long as he did it.
     end.
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