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Machines were one thing.
They made sense.
Man made and spurred by the will of humanity. They could bend and shift with changing times and lacked the baggage organic beings were predestined to have.
For Souda it was much easier to take apart a clock and put it back together, blindfolded; than to have a reasonable conversation with someone...probably, maybe…
At least clocks had instructions. Humans typically did not and eye contact was socially encouraged so hiding behind a blindfold would be meaningless..
He wasn’t sure why he struggled so hard to make connections, it’d been an issue since his youth and attending a weird school, full of weird people made his lasting struggle continuously.. Difficult.
Not that he was some antisocial outcast brooding over the qualms of others, there were other-better fitted students for that role. No, it was perfectly reasonable to get fed up with the high stress culture he inhabited.
Attending Hope's Peak Academy, however, meant he got bundled up with the rest of them, and also labeled just as weird. That was fine actually, He was weird, from his shark-like maw to the full head of pink hair, Souda was no outsider in here. The strange mechanic fit right in. He had long given up trying to deflect the abundance of ‘quirkiness’ associated with the school and instead learned to embrace the positive side of things.
As long as he got to work on his 'little trinkets' as Miu insultingly called it or maybe even steal a conversation or two from Miss Sonia the beautiful foreign exchange student from Europe, everything would be okay.
Souda had been enamored with Sonia the moment he laid eyed on her. She stood out, blonde hair, blue eyes, a gait like a newborn fawn finding it’s first steps in a foreign land. Souda had always tried to strike up conversation with her, much to her chagrin and Souda’s increased awkwardness. She tended to avoid him, but lately Souda had gotten better at communicating, hard work paid off. She’d called him a hopeless romantic once.
Souda gladly took it as a compliment given as she smiled and gently touched his shoulder before turning to leave. The trite comment flying over his head, meaningless compared to being touched so gently by another human being. God he really was lonely.
The mechanic's heart was pounding just thinking about it; feeling giddy and fluttery in his stomach. Before he knew it he was spacing out in his sappy thoughts.
The sharp hiss of reality snapped him back into his senses.
Quite literally.
Souda flinched at the interruption and then looked around for the source of the noise. When it didn’t recur he simply decided it was best to get back to work.
So he began digging through his toolbox with nimble calloused hands; mindlessly tracing over stainless steel. He was groggier than usual and would have to turn in soon. It was after-school hours being that it was...
He checked his watch-
-2:34 am and the dark sky and the wet spring air was what kept him inside tonight despite his usual preference to work outside.
I shouldn’t stay longer than a half hour. He figured.
As he was considering this, ready to snap back into work-mode he began to hear soft scuffling sounds coming from somewhere in the workspace.
Souda perked his head up, eyes darting around to find where the sound was coming from before he heard it again. This time a bit louder and with quiet squeaking, like a small animal.
He pinpointed the nefarious sound coming from one of Mondo Oowada’s motorcycles, a beat up classic style Honda Gold Wing with red and black trim. When Mondo had first brought it in, looking utterly distraught. Souda shook his head feeling sympathetic upon seeing the mistreatment it had taken. Directed at the poor fucking Motorcycle of course. Not for Oowada.
Although Mondo spared the details of his cycling mishaps he practically begged Souda to fix it up, eyes pleading and desperate and honestly the act was unnecessary because when it came to fixing machines it wasn’t too hard to persuade the mechanic.
As of this moment though, Souda was second guessing his generosity. The Horror in his body began to slowly swell and overtake him. All too familiarly his throat was closing, eyes widening, chest pounding and the palms of his hands were beginning to sweat.
Paranoia was an all too familiar feeling to the mechanic, Despite his classmates taunting at his cowardice, he never fought it, he welcomed that fight or flight response like an old friend each time weird shit happened. It had never done him wrong before so why fight it at all?
“Hello?” He tried not necessarily expecting a response.
The supernatural sounds continued, like mechanical whirring followed by soft..Chirping?
He gripped his wrench, legs bent in what he hoped was a ‘battle ready’ stance, eyes darting around as he pondered what to do.
The smoking continued, stronger now with an angry black cloud bellowing out from under the engine and hugging the exterior in a foggy mist.
This thing was gonna burst from whatever was inside it or perhaps possessing it?
The thought nearly made him dizzy.
The soft chirping only grew more persistent as Souda worked up the courage to slowly start shimmying over to the vehicle, shimmying because he really didn’t wanna get any closer to this thing, bravery was not his forte.
... It’s probably just mice anyways.. just little cute mousies..carrying.. deadly diseases—NO! Calm down...just gotta scare ‘em away and everything will be fine.
He exhaled the breath he didn't even know he was holding and was besides the vehicle sooner than he was prepared for causing his legs to wobble in uncertainty.
Now Souda knew to treat his handiwork with care mechanics code but exceptions were exceptions and in a haste he pushed the bike over with the heel of his sweaty palms and jumped back with wide eyes, wrench raised in defense before any demon could grab his ankle.
The noises stopped and Souda watched in anticipation for what felt like 15 seconds before four tiny furry creatures scuttled their way out from under the bike and across the workspace floor. A fat cream colored one stopped to sniff Souda’s boot as he stood there perplexed more than relieved at what he was seeing.
Hamsters. They were fucking hamsters...
The mechanic felt himself relax but only momentarily. How did they get here? Why? The only logical reason in his mind could be the doing of one such student.
He groaned thinking about it, running a sweaty palm through his unwashed hair. He really didn’t want to make the trip but unless he wanted to babysit rodents he’d have to gather the little creatures up and make a speedy delivery. He just wished it didn’t have to be him.
So that's how he ended up making the short journey to Gundham Tanaka’s dorm, the hamsters were tucked away in one of his old toolboxes. He grumbled in annoyance at the inconvenience. Now Souda knew he didn’t like getting wrapped up in the nonsense of his quirkier classmates, but he tolerated it, hence the word tolerated. But Gundham was by far the quirkiest and his presence threw all of Souda’s tolerance aside replacing it with his fight or flight response.
However every-time he had the displeasure of communicating with him he had to bite his tongue and force himself to tolerate his aura because not only was the lovely Miss Sonia completely enamored with him, (God knows why) but the guy was insane, inward and out, always talking cryptically about death and hell and demons. Who knew what was going on in his head? He didn’t scare Souda so much anymore as he frustrated him. People weren’t his thing (bravery also wasn’t his thing) and those reasons alone were why the goth man was such an anomalous void in his life.
Gundham only lived on the fourth floor of the boy’s dormitory in a single, (Souda being on the first floor) but he hadn’t exactly been looking forward to walking up the ridiculously tall steps this building had. The elevator had an ‘Out of Order’ Sign on it when he first arrived and although it would've been a small nuisance for Souda any other day it only increased his already growing sour mood.
Any guilt he would’ve felt for banging loudly on the breeder’s door at 3am was justified by his own impunity.
15 seconds, nothing...
“God Dammit.” He hissed-
BANG BANG BANG
15 more seconds.
He heard a quiet rustling of sheets followed by muffled footsteps and then a click.
Souda stepped back and the door slowly creaked open just an inch revealing the sliver of a void that was Gundham’s room.
He heard Gundham’s voice before he saw his face as he was shrouded in the shadows. Like the creeper he was.
“Who dares to tread upon my threshold at the witching hour?”
He sounded husky, like he had just woken up or maybe he had a cold?
Souda caught off guard, briefly lost his sense of indemnity and quickly put on his best scowl.
”It’s Kazuichi..” He began. “I have your stupid fuckin’ hamsters.”
The door opened all the way this time, revealing the taller man’s pale demeanor to the light of the hallway. His hair was messy and unstyled and he was wearing a torn up plain gray T-shirt with black briefs. The scar over his left eye was much less prominent than usual as well and his devil dog earring was also missing, along with his signature purple scarf, giving Souda a rare glimpse at the man’s neck and chin.
As he took in the sight, his scowl broke at the brief sight of Gundham’s overtly furious expression before he was quite literally yanked into the room by a scarred arm with an iron grip around his wrist.
The door quickly shut and locked behind him as the mechanic was released and he spun around frantically in the darkness.
“Hey man what the hell?! I cant fucking see anything!”
The light suddenly came on and his pupils flinched before adjusting to his surroundings. Gundham was standing five feet away in the center of the room, his arm was raised and the string from the ceiling lamp was swinging in tune with Souda’s fluttering heartbeat.
He scanned the room, empty cages littered the walls and there was a very unorganized dresser in the furthest corner of the room near the closet, unfolded clothes spilled from both areas. On the other side was a cheap looking wooden desk pushed against the only window in the small square shaped room. On the surface lay some miscellaneous witchy shrines and statues, a stack of books that looked about a foot thick and tons of candles and incense; in contrast he also had a frog themed lamp. He also noted the ratty looking elephant plushie that lay carelessly at the end of his boring monochrome bedspread. A bunch of crumpled up papers were also piled up in random spots around the room along with his nightstand and were starting to metaphorically make Souda feel cramped. Other than that the room was relatively normal save for the goth weirdo staring daggers at him in the center of the room.
“You have kidnapped my dark devas and show up at this hour to return them? tch-“ The breeder crossed his arms, dark eyes scanning Souda as if he were a threat.
He continued before Souda could defend himself “Although I am not surprised, a mere mortal such as yourself could not even begin to consider how to unlock the powers of four powerful demons in a single night less their energy alone swallows your pitiful soul.”
Souda shook his head in confusion and frustration.
However he was surprised Gundham wasn’t (at least externally) as outraged as Souda thought he would be.
“What? Dude no, they were crawling all around my workshop, I didn't take ‘em they mustve escaped somehow, I don't know, I don’t speak hamster so I couldn’t ask them—but I swear I didn’t steal your stupid hamsters.”
Souda clenched his fist and outstretched his arm to give him the toolbox to show he was utterly serious.
Gundham’s accusatory gaze darted from the box to his own eyes several times, searching for a sign that the mechanic could be lying before releasing the tension in his shoulders. He huffed but refused to comment on Souda’s sarcastic reply as he hesitantly reached out to take the box and unlatch it so he could scoop the furry creatures up in his arms and examine them.
It was almost cute, the way the hamsters sprung from the confines of his toolbox and crawled up to their owner excitedly. The taller man dropped to his knees, suddenly ignoring the others presence to give his full attention to his pets. They rolled over in his hands, making soft chirping sounds that Souda could only decipher as delight. He could see the beginnings of a smile start to form on Gundham’s face; he looked softer like this. Undone and vulnerable in comfort of his own abode.
Gundham didn’t usually enter Souda’s mind in his free-time but he felt weird all of a sudden seeing him like this.
It was much more casual than what he was used to.
For some reason Souda assumed the demonic breeder would be the type to sleep in all black button down pajamas. Another possibility was that he slept upside down from the ceiling like a bat. The third option he pondered was that the Supreme Lord of Ice didn’t sleep at all; but he realized now that would look absurd compared to the actual Gundham he was seeing in front of him. Tired, crouched on the floor, wearing completely normal oversized clothes with completely normal unkempt hair in an almost completely normal messy room with knick knacks, plushies and pill bottles full of god knows what.
It was all too human. Well he shouldn’t be surprised. Despite his protests, Gundham was human. The thought unnerved Souda as he had gotten so used to referring to him as an eldritch entity with ice cream swirl hair. He sorta preferred this over the breeder’s usual intense mode of presentation, In some strange way, it was comforting to know Gundham had a side of him that was completely human.
Souda felt odd the moment it entered his head so he quickly shoved it away, annoyance still prickling his skin as more time was being wasted the longer he abandoned his workspace.
Gundham suddenly looked up at him with tired puffy eyes. “If you speak the truth, I give you my gratitude. They are cunning creatures and sometimes something as simple as a lock cannot restrain their passion for adventure, perhaps I should consider enchanting it for their security.”
Souda felt a creeping warmth in his throat. Was he thanking him? However he remained silent as the breeder stood and made his way over to the cage he assumed was their home and placed them each individually inside. Does he only keep his hamsters in his room? The other cages appeared to be empty, better not to ponder on it, none of his business anyways.
“I assumed something was amiss when they did not utter a sound, however I did not act upon my instinct as I so carelessly drifted off to sleep.”
He heard the latch close and the mechanic shifted his weight onto each foot awkwardly, thinking of ways he could bid the breeder goodbye before it got too late. And maybe apologize for the outburst he started with, the guy was obviously exhausted and Souda had quite rudely pounded on his door demanding his presence. Although it’s not like it was Souda’s fault either for having to deal with it, he wasn’t responsible for Gundham’s pets in any way. He could have just released them outside.
However his guilty conscience would've gotten to him eventually at the sight of Gundham looking utterly heartbroken the next day at school when his hamsters still hadn’t returned.
Souda flinched as Gundham gripped his left bicep hard enough to create creases in the scarred skin, His face was scrunched up in contemplation. Souda assumed this was a way of scolding himself for his hamsters escape but he couldn’t be sure.
The mechanic suddenly felt guilt trickle up his spine, he looked genuinely upset about this and Souda didn’t understand why? He had always been empathetic just never for Gundham before, once again, until this moment he had completely forgotten the guy had human emotions. It’s not like they had caused any casualties or were injured in any way? Oops maybe Mondo’s bike but that was also partially his fault too. The guilt unfortunately forced him to speak instead of just booking it right there.
“Hey man, don’t beat yourself up about it, sometimes things happen you can’t predict.”
Gundham just furrowed his brow but otherwise remained unsated. He took a few steps back towards his bed and then plopped down on his back, in a rather uncharacteristic way that surprised Souda, legs dangling carelessly over the bed. His expression was blank as if he was overcome with intense tranquility. Souda cautiously padded towards his classmate and studied his face, realizing in shared contemplation that both his eyes were gray. He let out a smug puff of air.
I knew the red one was a contact. The gray eyes suited him better anyways. Highlighting his moody presentation. Besides Souda kinda had a thing for gray eyes.
Wait what?
Suddenly Gundham rose to his forearms and gave Souda a look of confusion as if he had forgotten the pink haired man was still hanging around in his room. He flushed, unsure himself. Well he hadn’t asked him to leave yet and a small part of him knew he’d be too tired to work on the motorcycle at this point anyways.
Gundham gave him a deadly serious look that didn’t match his laidback body language and spoke. “Tell me, Tamer of Automatons in what state did you find the devas?”
Souda snapped out of his thoughts, face heating up from embarrassment at the sudden question, likely meant to disturb him out of his trance and get the hell out. Or maybe Gundham was attempting small talk?
“I- uh, they were screwin around in Oowada’s motorcycle, scared the shit outta me, I thought the bike was possessed or something, I was gonna fight it too, that is until I found out it was hamsters that-“
“Is that the pose you assumed for battle?” Gundham cut him off unexpectedly and Souda realized with increasing embarrassment that he had subconsciously posed the exact same way he had in his workspace, Hunched, thighs spread and knees bent inward at an awkward angle, his right fist was raised the same way it had been (however he had been gripping a wrench instead of his empty palm)
He scrambled back into an upright position as Gundham let out a chuckle that made his chest and shoulders shake.
“Truly you could not have stolen my four dark devas of destruction when you display such little knowledge for martial arts and basic combat, our classmate, Nekomura would be disappointed at such a pitiful performance.”
Souda felt his ears and cheeks heat up with anger, He was all too suddenly regretting the empathy he’d directed at the breeder. If he was just keeping him around to mock him he didn’t wanna hear it, the lack of sleep and interruption had left him on a short fuse that threatened to burst.
“H-hey what are you fuckin babblin about? That I can’t fight? I’m tired and I just wanted to bring back your dumb hamsters!” Gundhams face soured all of a sudden but he continued nonetheless. “So you should be fucking appreciative! Besides I can fucking fight I just wasn’t ready! I can clock a person out if I wanted to, not a goddamn haunted motorcycle!” He scoffed getting himself worked up into a frenzy. “It’s not like you’re even really friends with Nekomura anyways, how would you even know what he’d think?”
Gundham arose and stood before him, his collarbone was nearly eye-level causing Kazuichi to emabrrassingly take a few steps back. He was sporting a devilish grin, gray eyes hidden in the shadow of his smugness. His arms were crossed as if he had heard some really good news and was pleased with the outcome. Smug fuckin bastard, who does he think he is? Was he trying to rile him up? Souda’s fists clenched at his sides.
“I apologize I didn’t quite realize i’d touched on such a..sensitive subject for you, Kazuichi. I’m just amiss, if you truly wish to live up to your intimidating appearance I would actually try to be—“ He gestured lazily towards Souda as if that explained everything “—Intimidating-first of all-with an actual battle stance. Right now, how carelessly you present your underbelly, shows me your limited knowledge in combat. However your mouth continues to spit violence. Comparably you are like a timid chihuahua, all bark and no bite.”
That fuckin does it. Souda was seething and his fists were shaking.
Reasonably, Souda would've stormed out of the room in a fit. However he knew something Gundham wouldn't be expecting was to fight back so he internally prepared, heart pounding. Ready to prove the breeder wrong.
“I’m not intimidating huh?! You think you’re so tough yourself you fucking bastard ‘cuz this chihuahua’s got a mouth full of shark teeth and I’m not scared of you!-“
He made a sound akin to a growl and using both hands shoved the taller man as hard he could so he fell back and stumbled into the bed. To his delight he looked utterly stunned but Souda could only take in the sight for a moment as he zeroed in and tried to pin the other down.
Despite the ambush Gundham effectively managed to grip his forearms, pushing Souda back, his teeth were bared and his ashen eyes were dilated in surprise, but despite being woken up unexpectedly and probably pissed that said disturbance was now tackling him in his own room he looked almost.. excited, as if he had gotten exactly what he wanted.
Thrown off guard by this realization, Gundham took the opportunity to smash his palm into Souda’s chin and push with enough heft to have Souda keening and bending in way’s his neck definitely wasn’t meant for. He grunted in moderate pain as he gave in. Faltering back on his ass, giving Gundham an opportunity to get his own footing.
Souda winced, completely riled up now as they both quite pathetically pushed and slapped at each other’s torsos. “Quit it you fuckin asshole!” He spat, Trying to gain the right footing. This wasn’t so much fighting as it was wrestling. Souda had been angry at Gundham’s taunts but he wasn’t intending on actually hurting the guy, however his inhibitions and morals were pushed aside when Gundham, despite their push and pull battle over who had more arm strength, found another opening and punched the pink haired mechanic right in the gut, sending him toppling over the bed and right into the nightstand, he heard it wobble and then bottles and knick knacks were toppling over onto the floor. Souda winced in pain at the impact to his gut and his back from hitting the floor.
“Dude! Fuck! That hurt!”
“Foolish mortal, if it’s a fight you want then give it your all!”
Souda was furious now. He staggered to his feet angrily as Gundham was already off the bed and standing as well, taunting gray eyes egging him on. Before he knew it he was back on him, fists lazily blowing punches at his torso and chest as he physically backed him into the messy dresser. It wobbled as it hit the wall with a thunk. Gundham was covering his face with his fists so Souda couldn’t see his expression but he seemed un-phased at the mechanics yelling. “Fuckin’ asshole! That hurt!” Gundham suddenly started moving and Souda felt a blow to his thigh and he was knocked back again.
His weight crumpled and he fell back hopping on one foot.
“How dare you attack with such faith in your impunity, let your emotions take control during a fight and you will be met with the punishment you deserve.”
Souda looked up angrily between strands of pink hair. Gundham’s thick voice was ethereal, contrasting the idiocracy of this scuffle. However It only managed to piss him off more.
“I’m emotional cuz’ you piss me off!’ He spat.
Souda was swelling with confidence and adrenaline at this point and he lunged towards his assailant once more. He wrestled with Gundham’s arms, straining desperately against the force of the larger man, he was slowly losing the fight and it was making him ravenous. He was still sour from this unexpected inconvenience, sour that he wasn’t asleep right now and infuriated that he had been such a sucker to this creep just for him to punch him right in the gut afterwards. He wanted quick revenge and without anymore second-guessing himself, he reared up, latching his razor sharp mouth onto the exposed junction between Gundham’s neck and shoulder..
The breeder let out a foreign yelp Souda wasn’t sure he’d ever heard him make before and shouted, “Foul beast!” Almost instantly he was being shoved backwards. Warm flesh disconnected harshly from his jaw as he fell.
Souda hit his head against the wall adjacent to the door with a yelp. Head spinning and muscles seering with exertion. He licked his lips, tongue tasting metallic and coppery. An ache of trepidation creeped up his spine at the realization that it was blood.
At that moment he felt utterly boneless, that revenge bite was all he had needed to dispel the venom that boiled in his throat. Sinking all of his anger, frustration and weariness from the day into Gundham’s flesh and drowning it in blood, swallowing it down with a gulp.
“That’s enough!” Gundham’s shaky voice rang out. He was wincing, blinking rapidly, hand covering the open wound on his neck.
Although the mechanic was spent, the breeder wasted no time jumping onto him. Before Souda could make an attempt to push him away. The taller man’s weight pressed down on him, his thighs were like iron bars against his hips as they held Souda in place. The dark lord had him utterly trapped, and those scarred hands that were once gently coddling hamsters were now digging into his upper shoulders, restricting his movement. He squirmed in frustration but his anger wasn’t as passionate as it was two minutes ago.
“Give up Mortal! Your skills are no match!” The breeder was panting, pale face scrunched up in frustration, a bit of drool was leaking from the corner of his mouth.
Souda scoffed, snarling pathetically and bashing his fists against the legs that were caging him in but to no avail.
“Shut......up,” He gasped. “Fuckin’ weirdo! I hate you!”
He was gasping for air, hands reaching up to tug, claw and bash at his shirt, hips and legs bucking feebly in a tired attempt to free himself. Unable to get the taste of Gundham’s blood out of his mouth, Souda felt disinclined to admit that the fight in him had dispersed. Was he even that proud? Maybe not but he refused to give up when it came to Gundham Tanaka. The man Miss Sonia was constantly fawning over, his main competition, this utter discrepancy of a human being that managed to retain such a cool brooding aura yet also disrupt an entire room at the same time with his presence alone. A person that Souda could never wrap his head around. And now here he was being pinned desperately by a man he previously assumed could never look as desperate as he did right now.
Souda, despite attempting to physically assault him, took this as an opportunity to get a good look at Gundham. He was still panting, gray eyes fixated on him, shoulders and body wound up so tense he was almost quaking. His skin was flushed and his shirt was hanging loose, exposing the fresh bite mark that contrasted his pale skin and was now turning ugly shades of purple and green.
As he averted his gaze, his eyes made their way down to Gundham’s legs. They were so smooth, he hadn’t noticed it before, mostly focusing on the man’s upper body. Did he shave? The skin on his legs were so milky and unblemished that Souda could easily imagine it was some girl's thighs straddling him..
His heart skipped a beat as he caught sight of the skin on Gundam’s hands as they pinned him down, although the other wasn’t really struggling anymore.
They looked soft too as if he moisturized them often, besides the scars they looked almost as delicate as his alabaster skin. With long spidery fingers that gripped his shoulders, (Could very much grip his throat too) He desperately wanted to touch them, hold them, Pin the breeder down and completely devour him with his own calloused hands and make him squirm just as he was under the vice of his body. The thought made him cringe but he deflected it, reasoning that his unexplained horniness was getting crossed with his very real desire to punch Gundham in his stupid handsome face and leave this messy room forever.
Fuck.
The cascade of these thoughts all happened instantly but for Souda it felt like ages. Without thinking or much mental protest at all Souda's fruitless attempts at getting the upper hand stopped and his hands seemingly melted into on either side of Gundham’s thighs and he wanted to sigh; release all of the tension in his body at the feeling of gripping a warm body above him. Souda realized without a doubt he could've easily pushed Gundham off if he really really wanted to.
So warm. And he was right, they were smooth too.
His brain was fuzzy from the exercise and he must've looked like a desperate pervert right now, shaky digits slowly trailing up the warm flesh as if it were the only form of contact he’d had in years. God.. If Gundham was a chic he would be reeling, savoring this moment forever in the back of his brain and replaying it over and over in his head for weeks. However he wasn’t a cute girl. This was his rival—His eccentrically odd classmate, the man he just battled in his own room and theoretically lost to. Because of this he felt inclined to push this moment away hopefully to never reappear in his sea of thoughts. And Inclined indeed because he wasn’t sure if he could forget this if he tried.
Gundham had since caught onto to Souda’s pathetic limpness and the firm grip on his thighs but he must’ve not understood the sexual implication of it because he frowned and clenched this thighs a bit uncomfortably to accommodate Souda’s grip strength.. For some reason that confusion and subtle submission to his touch alone was what set him off, completely fired him up again. A boil began in this throat and spread throughout his body, Souda’s face felt like it was on fire and so did his gut and inevitably that heat was quickly traveling down to his groin.
Fuck again.
“When will you admit defeat, Mortal?”
Souda, who had completely forgotten that talking was a thing, let Gundham’s words fly right over his head. His mental turmoil despite what felt like ages had only lasted at least a minute. It was all too late to stop his inevitably traitorous body, the blood was flowing and he was red all over.
Gundham luckily looked perplexed and oblivious as Souda gripped onto the man's knees and let panic consume him instead of replying.
He was hard in his jumpsuit, painfully so, against the warm body pressing into him. His dick was coerced surely, against his will. Stupid fucking hormones! It must've been all the adrenaline (and those legs) but mental and biological reasons never did much to shake away the complete and utter shame he always felt from being publicly aroused at such an inappropriate time.
He didn’t know what to do, if he squirmed anymore or shimmied up to push him off, Gundham would notice ‘it’ pressing into him, if he pushed him off, Gundham might notice ‘it’ as he scrambled to cover up his front or worse, both at the same time. Either way he was fucked and all he could manage were his desperate pleas in hopes itd go away if they argued about it.
“H-hey, get the fuck off me, I-I’m done okay, you win I don’t care anymore.”
Gundham’s gaze softened but he gave him a look of mock disbelief and then let out a good spirited laugh. It’d be eye roll inducing to Souda if not for the current situation he was in right now.
“It appears the Supreme Lord of Ice has come out on top once again thus proving mere mortals lack the superior combat skills to defeat me.”
Once again his words were completely lost on the mechanic as he carefully attempted to scooch his legs up just enough to maybe hoist the man off of him in a way he could immediately coil into a fetal position. His heart was thumping in his chest sending more blood to his strained dick.
Shit shit shit shit , tonight had really taken a left turn. He didn’t know what to do and he looked up at Gundham hopelessly, brain whizzing in exhaustion and apprehension.
“Dude...Cmon get off me.”
Souda whimpered in frustration, kicking the air again because as fucked up as it was he was only growing more aroused after the horrifying realization of his situation.
“How do I know I can trust you, you ambushed me twice, wounded my vitals, and you expect me to kneel to your pitiful pleas?” He squinted, showing little remorse for the poor mechanic.
“I’m serious this time! I’m not mad anymore! I’m sorry ok? Now get off! Please!”
Souda was fuming but it was only fueling the fire in his groin. Stupid Gundham and his stupid hamsters and his stupid girly legs trapping him to the floor!
“Hmph, I guess I cannot keep you trapped here forever, human, Although your demonstration tonight in combat was..unorthodox, I will admit it was quite effective, albeit you lack stamina, which was ultimately your downfall..”
Gundham turned to look at his bed longingly and he pursed his lips.
“I may have to abide by your wishes, Kazuichi, for now I shall sheath my claws and return to sleep and you shall do the same, exhaustion is weighing down on my mortal form—.” He glanced at Souda and removed his hands, “ I suppose I can trust you just this once.”
Souda grit his teeth at his stupid monolouges, ready to tell him off again but then Gundham was shifting in his lap as he continued to speak nonsense. Pelvis and thighs shifted backwards as he slowly attempted to set the mechanic free.
Bad move really bad fucking move.
Souda’s body involuntarily lurched as his cock was squeezed quite pleasantly, way too pleasantly against the weight of Gundham’s body, He let he let out a silent cry that he attempted to muffle with the same hands that had betrayed him just moments ago, and had betrayed him once again when they did little to stifle his voice.
This time Gundham stiffened and looked down at him, really looked at him with those wide stormy eyes, Souda swore he saw Gundham’s expression go through the five stages of grief before settling on an authentic look of horror.
He knew, He fucking knew.
He was standing up instantly, cold air replaced the warmth on Souda’s shaking form on the ground. He cursed himself at the indignity of his situation and for missing that heat because right now, with Gundham towering over him he felt utterly vulnerable, like prey belly up to a predator.
He quickly shuffled to a crouching position to cover the offending tent before Gundham could judge him with those gray eyes anymore than he already was. This was so fucking awkward. He wished he could go back to 10 minutes ago when he had dropped off the hamsters so he could tell himself to just run back to his workshop immediately and not have to deal with this unnecessary shame. His whole body felt ice cold and on fire at the same time as the emotions swirled around inside him. Partially due to the arousal and partially from the embarrassment of his predicament.
“I- Gundham tried to break the ice but Souda wasn’t going to let him this time.
“Whatever! Shut up! I don’t wanna hear it. It was an accident okay, it just happened it doesn't mean jack shit!”
Gundham actually winced at his yelling, wide eyed and flustered, Souda would be revelling at that if it weren't for the fact that he was crumpled on the floor in shame like he was just another piece of garbage on the breeders floor.
The taller laced his fingers together and turned his head away as if he was shy or something. Then he opened his mouth to speak.
“It is nothing to be ashamed of, in fact, it is quite natural to be aroused while engaging in such an intimate sport. Humans are mere creatures and instinct may take control of our bodies sometimes. Canines for example typically become erect when they are fighting other males, it is a symbol of dominance for them and many other male animals.”
Oh god.
He knew this was Gundham’s attempt at calming the tension that was hanging in the air like a thick fog. However it only made Souda feel more awkward and out of place and he shrank back against the wall.”
“I’m not a fucking dog…”
“Your reaction is merely representative of how a dog commonly responds to such-“
Souda covered his face with his hands in shame “Ughhh dude cut it out you’re makin’ it so much worse.”
“You-“
“No, Nope, don’t even. I have to get going. Please just...Let me walk home I’m sorry for the trouble.”
Souda rose to his feet, he hadnt meant to apologize but words just tended to slip out of his mouth when he was nervous. Gundham stepped back until the back of his knees hit the bed, he crossed his arms looking almost as shameful and at least had the dignity to keep his eyes averted from Souda, an attempt at retaining his modesty. However he continued to speak to him.
“It is the witching hour, mortal, watch your back less you become a feast for a hungry demon stalking the halls.”
Souda frowned at him but felt his heart clench in his chest.
“Yea yea whatever..”
Feeling completely out of body, he wished he could just disappear. He also wished he understood what was going on in Gundham’s brain right now, but he wasn’t going to stick around to find out.
Slowly at first he made his way towards the door. Walking with an erection was quite annoying especially when he was bent over, hand covering his crotch to dispel any prying eyes. He didn’t look at Gundham again as he swung open the door and exited the vicinity without a goodbye. He exhaled in solidarity once he was free, The harsh lights of the hallway eased the feeling of vulnerability he had felt in the intimacy of Gundham’s dorm.
Goddammit I hope no one nearby heard us wrestling. He looked around, ears straining to hear any sort of noise or complaint. Nothing, phew.
Walking down the tall steps was much easier once the fire in his belly ceased and all that remained was an aching feeling of regret and disappointment in the pit of his stomach. Tomorrow was going to be weird as fuck considering Gundham was in his first class tomorrow.
If only it had been a girl on top of him...
He wouldn’t have reacted so pathetically if it was Miss Sonia straddling him and not his goth classmate/rival. Did the fact that Gundham was a man intimidate him? Maybe briefly. The horrifying realization of being just slightly gay may have thrown Souda off guard. Had he had time to process this information, tonight may have gone slightly better.
Souda frowned at that. His own ego getting the better of his reasoning. Gundham probably thought he was some chump during sex now. The thought alone made him grumble in annoyance, it shouldn’t have bothered him as much as it did because that totally wasn't true at all. He was awesome at sex, although...He did only have sex once in his life and it was quite a long time ago. Not to mention it didn’t matter anyways, He would never have sex with Gundham.
Souda made it back to his own dorm eventually on the first floor and locked the door behind him. His wall clock read 3:54 am.
He sighed and stripped off his jumpsuit revealing the white T-shirt and neon green underwear he had been wearing all day. He then shuffled out of his loosely tied shoes and plopped down onto the bed, stretching his stiff aching limbs.
He felt gross and sweaty and achy. Laying there in bed reminded him of how exhausted he really was which probably explained his disruptive thoughts
Honestly the fact that Gundham was a guy didn’t turn him off, now that he considered it more thoughtfully. If they were attractive, so what? That’s all that mattered to Souda anyways. And he was conventionally attractive despite his oddities.
It was too weird though, to be attracted to Gundham like that. He was always speaking cryptically like he was some ancient god cursed to speak in riddles, acting all high and mighty like he was better than everyone else. Sure that may have been a turn off, but despite being incredibly annoying and weird, Souda enjoyed the man’s presence sometimes. Sort of like how one enjoys a natural disaster or a rare exotic animal at the zoo, he was unique and kind to animals and Souda liked unique. Admittedly when he wasn’t trying to summon demons the guy could be somewhat pleasant to be around.
But then Souda felt an ache in his solar plexus, he winced, frowning, remembering the punch and his fondness faded again, not replaced with resentment though, no, something entirely new, clouded with a sick sexual desire.
With increasing intensity Souda realized he wasn’t completely disgusted with himself over the fact that he totally got hard wrestling with the ‘Dark Overlord’ and his presumed mortal enemy. Ever the social masochist he let out a quiet chuckle at his downfall. Despite his own embarrassment he had managed to ruffle Gundham's metaphorical feathers. In fact he probably wouldn't have minded if Gundham had reciprocated his arousal and continued to grind down onto him, as weird as it was. Even though Gundham was probably straight (and so was he duh) Fantasy was fantasy.
Souda groaned again feeling the heat from his face start pooling in his gut again.
The guilt did little to stifle his raw perversion.
But was it so wrong? He welcomed fear like an old friend so why not indulge? Just for one night...It's not like that asshole deserved his guilt anyways.
So Souda gave in, not like he was trying all too hard to repress it in general, he never did, but introducing Gundham to it was a surprising edition. No repercussions now that he was alone. He sighed, letting the tension ease. His roommate was out for the night so he could have a little time to himself. He shifted and spread his thighs ever so slightly in an attempt to relax himself more.
He let his mind race through thoughts of Gundham with astonishing easy. What would've happened if he had never gotten off his lap? Stormy eyes suddenly struck with lust.
Souda concentrated, swallowing the lump in his throat still tasting the fresh blood that lingered on his gums. Biting him had felt so intimate, wrong and dirty. As much as his rational self would regret it, he liked the idea of Gundham sporting a wound he caused.
He imagined the taller man straddling him again, flushed and breathless grinding down on his crotch.
Souda bit his lip as he felt himself getting hard again, no one was around this time though so he let his grimy hand wander down to his briefs to cup himself.
What would he act like? What would he sound like? Would he make soft breathless sounds or would he be noisy and desperate for release?
He groaned as he continued to palm his growing erection.
He imagined himself gripping his soft hips, leaning up to kiss his hairless stomach and all the way up to his neck, he imagined biting him again, sucking and leaving marks across that perfect skin, all the while Gundham clawed at Souda’s back and begged for more.
Souda groaned and pulled himself out of his underwear. His cock flopped against his stomach and he started pumping in a slow sloppy rhythm.
Would Gundham be a good kisser? Souda usually had trouble with that due to his teeth but he imagined Gundham was familiar with that being an animal breeder and all. He’d let Souda ravish his mouth, letting the mechanic lick up into his jaw and then bite and nip at his lips like a starving animal. Gundham would yelp and moan as Souda lapped up the blood, continuing to grind up into him.
He almost choked at his own own thoughts, pumping himself faster now, breathing growing ragged and desperate. His mind was racing, losing its sequential flow. He couldn't stop,
What would Gundham’s mouth feel like around his cock, would he let Souda fuck his throat until he came? What about those thighs? What would they feel like cuffing against his ears instead of his hips? He wanted to be swallowed up by them, lost to any other sounds except the beating of his own heart and the moans from the other man, panting his name over and over again like it was the best fucking thing he’d ever heard.
"Ah-" a quiet sound slipped from his mouth. His brain felt fuzzy, he didn’t care anymore who he was thinking about or why, he couldn’t stop his hands and the pressure building up in him was increasing, he let a final splitting image of covering Gundham's stupid face with his own cum flash by before he was past the breaking point, tipping over the edge.
Souda came with a gasp and a moan. Spilling white onto his chest and stomach.
His eyes fluttered shut in euphoria and he winced wishing he had set down a paper towel or something beforehand. He lay there for several seconds still gripping himself in his right hand, open mouthed and gasping for air before he could bring himself to think logically again.
I just jerked off thinking about Gundham...
Eventually he let go of his softening cock and on aching legs he sat up to go take a shower. It was 4:10am and class started in 4 hours.
He groaned at the realization but accepted defeat as he lazily got under the warm stream, imagining he was washing away the filth that tainted his brain.
He was in deep and his post orgasmic mind was already feeling guilty again for thinking of Gundham in such a sensual way. It was wrong and he knew it. Souda prayed it was just a one time thing. Something he just needed to get out of his system.
Yeah...Hopefully
The mechanic managed to mindlessly soap himself up and then towel off without another thought of ‘ he who should not be named’ . After getting dressed he went back to his bedroom to get some sleep. He would deal with the ramifications tomorrow, for now he set his alarm and hoped for the best.