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Fighting space pirates and clowns is not for the faint of heart, let alone infiltrating top secret bases undercover. Kaizo looks up, the clock on his desk reading 20:00. It’s late and he’s not done with his report yet. A sigh escapes his lips, crimson eyes reflect off the tablet in front of him. His hand reaches up to his face, tracing the extremely subtle bags under his eyes.
He looks tired.
He closes his eyes, rubbing his temple for a moment before returning to the work before him.
Kaizo’s ears perk up at the sound of footsteps wandering closer to his door. They sound small and light, too light to be anyone other than Koko Ci or Fang. The door slides open, and his brother’s meek voice calls out to him. The older man looked at Fang, who he brought along to visit Sai and Sheilda — and mainly to show him where he’ll be working when he grows of age. A rare brotherly smile dawns his face.
“I thought I told you to stay with Sai?”
Fang steps into the room fully.
“But I wanted to see you, Abang!”
An amused huff of air escapes him. The kid walks up to Kaizo, trying to peek at the contents on the desk while standing on the tips of his shoes. “Are those reports?” His hands land on Kaizo’s thigh, trying to boost himself up to see better. Kaizo stiffens at the contact, his pen almost snaps in half. Fang’s small hands are a little too close to his lap. Quickly, he scoops up Fang and sets him on his lap, to avoid any… Improper thoughts.
Fang squeaks at the sudden movement, but settles into the man's lap with practiced ease. Big round eyes look over the reports, reading quickly. Kaizo gestures to the tablets, one with his outline, one with his report, and the one he's working on — the revision. “If you stay still, I'll go through the steps of writing a proper report with you.”
Fang nods eagerly. “I’ll be still! I promise!” His beautiful red eyes almost sparkle.
The man nods. He begins to walk Fang through the steps of making a report. Starting with the outline. “It’s important to keep everything completely truthful and clear.” He started, “Write down everything that happened in the order of events that happened, including things you may think are relevant.” He grabbed his outline, pointing at the details.
Kaizo grabbed the next tablet. “When drawing up your main report, don’t forget to be clear and precise when writing.” Fang nodded, he is young but he's smart beyond his years. The man pointed at the punctuation he used, “Always use proper punctuation. Don’t let paragraphs turn into run-on sentences.” The kid leaned in and scooted closer, absorbing the knowledge his brother was giving him. Kaizo, however, nearly froze. The sudden friction of Fang moving on his lap almost clouded his judgement.
Quickly shutting his eyes, he thinks of literally anything else. As though he could will the blood flow away himself. The man steels himself —he uses his stern big brother voice. “Pang.” A low warning. Fang jumps at the scary voice, indirectly creating more friction, much to Kaizo’s dismay. His crimson eyes stare down at the kid in his lap. Bright ruby eyes barely meet crimson, before quickly looking away.
“I’m sorry Abang…”
The way Fang’s purple hair fell over his face as he looked down almost made Kaizo throw all common sense out the window. Great Gur’latan…
How could he stay mad at such a cute face?
Kaizo wrapped his hands around Fang’s waist, and sat him on his thigh. At least there, he won’t be causing so much trouble.
Hopefully.
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Fang sat on Kaizo’s thigh, his legs on either side of the muscle. Kaizo’s “scary voice” kept him still, though that wasn’t the problem. The real problem was, it was getting increasingly difficult to stay in place when the muscle kept shifting underneath him. Tensing and untensing, friction building up in his core. Warmth was pooling in his stomach, and he wanted to move, to relieve the friction, anything! But the idea of upsetting his abang kept him in place.
“Are you paying attention, Pang?”
Kaizo’s sharp voice pierced through Fang’s thoughts, snapping him out of his heated, half lidded gaze. He sat straight up instantly. “Yes Abang!”
The man above him lingered on Fang, before going back to explaining.
Fang tried to pay attention! Really! But Kaizo’s deep sultry voice right next to his ears, paired with Kaizo’s thigh building more and more friction seriously made it impossible. Before Fang knew it, he closed his eyes, his breath hitched —his legs trembled ever so slightly, and leaned forward to place his hands on the leg below him.
Focus Fang!!
Kaizo tensed his leg the moment he felt Fang’s hands on it, causing Fang to whine. A barely audible sound, but a whine nonetheless. Before he could stop himself, Fang had already lost the battle to his instincts and gave a shallow thrust. Momentary bliss bloomed throughout his body, before realizing what he had just done.
He moved. He had disobeyed Kaizo…!
Fang slowly looked up at his brother, fear icing his veins. However, he only saw crimson eyes, half lidded and blown wide. He had never seen his brother look like that before. The thought excited him, but the lingering fear kept him still.
Ruby eyes trailed Kaizo’s body, his arms were stiff — strong muscles tensed. His eyes trailed further, Kaizo’s forearm covered in veins, along with his hand that clutched the pen. It looked like it was about to snap. Eyes trailed over to Kaizo’s chest next, breathing heavily. Whether in anger or lust, Fang had not learned the difference yet.
“I- I’m sorry Abang! Please. I didn’t mean to!”
Kaizo scoffed at him, snaking his big hands around Fang’s waist, picking him up and setting him on the bed. Fang looked up at his brother, only to see disappointment and another emotion he’d not learned yet. Still, he kept trying to plead his case.
“Abang! I truly didn’t mean to..! Your thigh… it just kept distracting me! I won’t get distracted again!” Fang lifted his hand to grab Kaizo’s sleeve.
Kaizo had already turned around, stomping off to the bathroom before Fang could grab him.
“Abang-!”
The door had slammed shut, cutting Fang’s pleas off.
“I’m…. sorry….” he whispered, mainly to himself. He tucked his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.
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Kaizo stood in front of the mirror, his arms bracing himself. Flashes of Fang’s blissed out face kept creeping into his mind. Kaizo shook his head, trying to rid the images from his brain. Soft whimpers when he touched Fang where he liked it most echoed as if mocking the man. “Stop…” He backed away from the mirror, the tent in his pants was growing painful each second that passed. Crimson eyes stared into the reflection before him.
Disgusting. Monster. What’s wrong with you? Freak.
Horrible words echoed in his mind.
All except one. A stray voice that had whispered to him before.
Give in, if you don’t, the ideas will just come back stronger.
Kaizo looked at himself again, “Just this once… And never again.” He told himself. His hand slowly undid the belt on his pants, undid the button and pulled the zipper down. “Never again. I won’t do this again.” he murmured as his hand dipped into his boxers. The tent before him was almost comical. He gripped himself, a soft groan escaped his lips. Fuck…
Kaizo worked his length, pre-cum already dripping down the base had already lubed it up enough. He bit his lip to hide a moan that threatened to escape, though it came out anyway. He kept stroking, occasionally swiping his thumb over the dripping tip of his cock. Grunts and groans flowed out easily from Kaizo’s throat. Images of Fang with his mouth open, eyes half lidded and tongue slightly out made Kaizo’s brain dizzy with ecstasy. His warm hand rubbing and pulling on Fang’s sensitive buds. Oh what he wouldn’t give to hear those sounds…
The way Fang would arch into his touch, his beautiful ruby eyes glossy with newly found lust, looking up at his abang with such innocent eyes. Kaizo worked himself faster, every huff and groan was ripped from his throat with every stroke. The way Fang would call his name… So lewd and-
“Abang?” A knock sounded on the other side of the door.
Kaizo froze.
“Abang… Are you okay? You.. um.. Sounds like you’re in pain?” Fang sounded so innocent, completely unaware of Kaizo’s situation.
Kaizo shut his eyes tightly, forcing away the lust that clouded his mind. “I’m fine, Pang. Leave.”
Fang did not take no for an answer however, he pushed forward. “Should I get Sai? Or Sheilda?”
Kaizo opened his eyes in panic. “Nonono. No. Pang. Do not get Sai or Sheilda.” Sai would tear him to pieces and Shielda wouldn’t hesitate to report him to the higher ups. Not to mention they’d take away his Pang…
Silence enveloped them for a few moments. Kaizo could have assumed Fang walked away, however, unbeknownst to Kaizo — Fang had already made up his mind. The doorknob turned and before Kaizo could slam it shut, Fang had already come in. The man stood there, frozen, dick in hand and still horribly hard — still dripping with pre-cum.
Ruby eyes traced over every detail Kaizo had to offer, the shine on his tanned body, his muscles on display, and more importantly — the aching member right in front of him.
Kaizo absolutely panicked. Panicked so hard he froze like a deer in headlights. Being shot at, blown up, tortured, nothing had shaken him to the point where he’d just freeze. What would Fang do? How could he get out of this situation without Fang telling someone? Does Fang even realize what he was doing?
In the midst of Kaizo’s panic, Fang had already begun moving. He stood in front of Kaizo, who— despite being tanned— looked as pale as a ghost. A smaller hand wrapped around Kaizo’s still aching dick, causing Kaizo to jump. Fang looked up at him and smiled, “I.. um…”
Fang looked away shyly, “I feel the same way about you, abang…” He mumbled. A fresh dust of red blush settled across the boy's face. His purple bangs covered his eyes, his shoulders slightly hunched in as if a school girl was confessing her love to a boy she liked. Kaizo’s head swam. Before he could even attempt to put his thoughts together, a slick warmth had enveloped the tip of his cock. Crimson eyes darted down to the sight before him, his breath caught instantly. Fang, HIS Pang, had put his mouth on.. On his...
Before he could even register THAT, Fang swiped his tongue over the tip. Earning a deep moan from Kaizo. Purely on instinct. Fang put his smaller hand around Kaizo’s much bigger hand, and moved it away.
For the first time, Kaizo actually stuttered. “I.. I- P… Pang..?”
“It’s okay Abang, just um… relax?” Fang took a few more centimeters in his mouth before he choked.
Kaizo’s hand immediately rushed to Fang’s hair, mainly to pull him off. However, the sight of Fang’s deep crimson blush, matched with his mouth slightly open with a string of saliva connecting them, and those gorgeous ruby half lidded eyes looking up at him — had stopped Kaizo dead in his tracks. His cock twitched and darkened a deeper shade of red at the sight. Great Gur’latan…
Fang whimpered, licked his lips to separate the string, and made a gentle attempt at taking the tip in his mouth again. Kaizo’s grip loosened, letting Fang do as he pleases. His small hand had wrapped around the shaft, stroking it. He licked the tip again, causing a violent shiver to run up Kaizo’s spine before he went back to sucking on it. The man’s hand was still in Fang’s hair, but it was merely resting there now. Fang smiled — or tried to — at the warmth on his head, he took it as encouragement to try again.
However, Fang had choked — again.
“S-stop. Pang. This is…” Even to Kaizo, his excuse sounded weak, and merely died on his tongue.
Fang pulled off with a lewd pop! “Am I doing it wrong?”
The way his Pang had asked made his dick twitch again, so cute and innocent.
“No- I-” Kaizo covered his face and sighed.
Thousands of thoughts raced his mind, from shoving Fang off to forcing himself down Fang’s throat. He turned away, looking somewhere else, anywhere that wasn’t at Fang. He needed to calm down, and get out of this situation. Tell Fang that this was wrong, and that he shouldn’t even be with Kaizo right now. He made mental plans, escape routes, ways to trick his brother into believing this was merely a dream.
All of which died the second he saw Fang’s face. Eyes round and glassy with a desperate need of validation, approval, support. His lips twisted into a quivering frown, not unlike when he was being scolded. Kaizo sighed in defeat, he knew he was not getting out of this, not with a face like that.
“Just… Go slow, don’t force yourself to take more than you can.”
Fang’s eyes lit up, he nodded frantically. Immediately his warm mouth enveloped the tip, letting his tongue explore the taste and crevices of the member. Kaizo’s breath hitched for the thousandth time that night. Fang closed his eyes, tongue digging into the tip in an attempt to chase the flavour. Kaizo gasped, and bucked into his mouth instantly, causing Fang to choke. This time Fang did not move to pull off, instead he instinctively swallowed around Kaizo’s dick.
Kaizo immediately gripped his hair again—before he choked Fang again— and pulled him off rougher than intended. Fang all but moaned in that high pitched voice Kaizo adored, his ruby eyes were blown wide and the blush had spread to his neck, and to top it all off— he licked his lips seductively. Kaizo had almost came purely from that image alone. Fuck.. what was he gonna do?
“A…abang…?” Fang was nearly panting already.
It was like a switch flipped, Kaizo was no longer frozen, a determined look in his eyes. One that usually only happens during missions. One of intense focus. Quickly, he picked up Fang —earning a quiet gasp— and set him on the sink counter. His feet didn’t even touch the floor. Spreading his legs naturally with his body pressed between them.
“Take off your clothes.” Kaizo’s dark and husky voice had scared them both. It was eerily similar to Kaizo's “scary” voice. Fang stiffened before immediately obeying. Quickly taking off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers. Kaizo did the same, though pointedly not leaving his boxers on.
“All. Of. Them.”
Fang flinched.
“But Abang.. The sink is cold-”
Kaizo flipped Fang onto his stomach—not unkindly, and pulled down the boxers himself. The cold porcelain made Fang shiver, his nipples perking up immediately. Ruby eyes met crimson in the mirror. Dark, wild… dangerous. The thrill shot straight into his dick, still trapped against the porcelain. Kaizo pushed in a finger, and Fang yelped. The stretch made him feel already so full, how was he supposed to take Kaizo?
Kaizo had leaned over Fang, licking and gently biting the skin on his neck and back. Fang lets a full blown whine escape his throat. The man’s deep voice made Fang flinch. “Relax… I got you…” he said through kisses, his large hand holding Fang’s waist, his thumb rubbing circles into the flesh. Eventually Fang did relax, and the stretch finally became pleasurable. Ripping moans and choked whines from his throat whenever Kaizo hit that specific spot. Fang held onto literally whatever he could find, desperate for any form of grounding. So much pleasure, so much stimulation, he couldn’t handle it!
Before he knew it, a second finger had entered him. Fang cried out, arching sharply. Kaizo pushed him down, continuing to pump his fingers in and out. “You take me so well already Pang, how do you think you’ll react when i’m fucking your brains out?” He ended that sentence with a particularly sharp bite on Fang’s collarbone. Fang’s eyes rolled back for a moment, a loud moan ripped from his lips as he pressed his face into the cold porcelain. His entire body was on fire now, the cold helped ground him, even if for a moment.
The man had begun to stretch him open by scissoring his fingers. Fang keened loudly, his legs shook from pleasure and overstimulation. Hearing such filthy words come out of his abang’s mouth, and they were all directed at him.
“Ah~ Aban-nngghh~”
Kaizo hummed behind him, “Yeeessss Pang?” he nuzzled closely to Fang’s neck, pointedly adding another finger and directly hit that spot over and over. “What do you need, my Pang?”
Fang all but cried out again, drool started to escape his mouth and collect onto the sink. His hips started syncing with Kaizo’s thrusts almost automatically.
Kaizo didn’t stop his merciless attack on Fang’s G-spot. He kept ramming into it until Fang saw stars, and to make matters worse for Fang. The man leaned in close, and muttered a silky “Good boy.”
White hot heat violently ripped from Fang’s core, coating the counter with cum.
Kaizo didn’t stop however, barely even flinched. Though he did pepper Fang’s back with butterfly kisses in sympathy. Fang kept clenching around the three fingers, pure waves of ecstasy uncontrollably rolled over him. Chanting “Abang” over and over. To Kaizo, it was sweet music to his ears. All those fantasies he chastised himself over, all when he could have had this? All those years of feeling guilty suddenly felt ridiculous.
Though his aching cock was getting harder and harder to ignore.
He pulled out his fingers, to which Fang whimpered at the sudden loss. Kaizo leaned in and kissed the spot behind his ear. “Don’t worry Pang, I’ll give you what you need.” He moved his hand from Fang’s waist to his upper back, pinning him down with little effort. Kaizo lined up with Fang’s hole, letting the rim catch on his tip. The boy gasped, his whole body shook now. The man stared at him through the mirror, “Relax…” he whispered.
Fang nodded, unable to give a verbal response. Kaizo pushed in, slowly, agonizingly slow. He wanted Fang to feel everything, every twitch, vein — He wanted to make the boy feel as good as he did. The muscle constricted and rippled around his cock. As if begging it for cum already. Fang however, started to feel floaty, as if his mind was drifting away as his body endured the most extreme form of pleasure.
“Paaannngggg~”
Kaizo’s silky voice along with kisses on his back brought him back to the present. Laying on a sink, covered in his own cum, and absolutely enjoying every second of it.
“Come back Pang~ I can’t let you drift off just yet.”
Kaizo nudged Fang’s face. “Look,” Fang followed Kaizo's eyes, seeing himself in the mirror. His stomach knotted again at the slight. Kaizo was fully inside Fang, and Fang wasn’t broken by it. The boy made a noise of acknowledgement, his blush spreading further down to his back.
“Abaaaanngggg…” Fang whined and covered his face.
Kaizo chuckled, “Don’t you look so pretty for me?” he murmured, mainly to himself. However, Fang heard, and his hole clenched down in embarrassment.
The man took that as his cue, and slowly pulled out half way. Causing Fang to gasp. Before he slid back in, the friction was so damn perfect, Kaizo could swear he saw stars. Fang moaned uncontrollably, his purple hair clung to his face, framing it perfectly. The man pulled back out, further this time, before pushing back in. The slide just kept getting easier and easier. Fang could see stars, little red lightning bolts, and small planet gur’latans dance around in his vision. His body fully gave into Kaizo, and Kaizo rewarded him with stronger thrusts, forcing Fang further onto the counter.
“That's right Pang,” he saw how gone Fang was, “Give yourself to me.” A sharp thrust, “You belong,” another, “to Me.” and another. Kaizo started talking nonsense, going off on how good Fang felt, how the boy was made for him, how No one could give him this. No one could understand Fang the way Kaizo did.
He eventually started hitting Fang’s prostate dead-on. Fang all but sobbed into the counter below him, his legs had completely given out, as if that did anything —considering they weren't even touching the floor. Kaizo chanted “mine” over and over, sprinkling in a few “My Pang” here and there. The man slid his hand down Fang’s back, stopping at his lower back. The sensation left a trail of tingling fire behind.
“T…” he huffed— despite himself, ”t .. too much… ah~ abang…”
Fang gripped the counter with what little strength he had left, that familiar white hot heat spreading throughout his core once again.
The man cooed, as if seeing the cutest thing in the world. “You can take it, Pang. Just a little longer, okay?”
The boy nodded, really, that was the only thing he could do at the moment.
A few more thrusts, Fang came again. The sensation had the boy shaking and sobbing his abang’s name. His hole convulsed, ripping again. Kaizo slammed into him a few more times before coating his insides with a thick layer of white. Fang barely saw, but once he did, those abs rippling as Kaizo came, more meek thin spurts of cum escaped his still trapped cock.
They both panted hard, Kaizo was still twitching as more cum shot out inside of Fang. The boy’s face was a mess of sweat and tears, his originally purple hair now looked significantly darker with sweat. Red puffy eyes and a quivering mouth. Kaizo almost felt bad, almost.
He eased out of Fang, who whimpered again at the loss, now a sticky feeling dripped down his legs and onto the floor. Kaizo turned on the bath, warm water filled the tub half way before Kaizo picked Fang up. Gently of course, leaned him onto his chest, and sat down in the tub. The sudden warm water made Fang shiver, a weak whimper leaving his lips.
Kaizo kissed the top of his head before cleaning him. He winced at the dark spots already blooming around his neck and back. He nuzzled Fang into his neck as he used a finger to clean out the cum. The boy whimpered again, tightening his hold on Kaizo.
The man cooed at Fang, offering words of encouragement and gentle praise. Kissing his cheek and shoulders as he did so. Kaizo cleaned off all the cum, bathed them thoroughly. Then dried them off, and tucked himself and Fang into bed, who nuzzled into the soft sheets. Horror slowly invaded Kaizo's mind, of what he did to Fang. However, as if sensing Kaizo's discomfort, Fang peaked one of his eyes open, turned around and nuzzled the man, murmuring something incoherent.
The sight made those thoughts stop, even if for a moment. He’ll deal with those later. Right now, he has his Pang to cuddle.