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It was a couple of months after everything at Oval Tower, and Aoba had long since dissipated. Maybe it was the head trauma… but he was nothing more than another voice in Sly's head now.
At first, everyone was concerned, especially Koujaku and Granny, but Clear got used to it fast. He was different too, after all.
Clear had taken up a job at Mizuki's bar, The Black Needle, while Sly continued his job at the Junk Shop. Though, he had been moved back into storage rather than customer service. Apparently, his attitude wasn't as friendly as Aoba's. He didn't really mind, though; he preferred this to talking to people.
Plus… Sly wouldn't admit it out loud, but he also enjoyed how perfectly his schedule aligned with Clear's. He always wanted a drink after work, so of course he would go straight to the Black Needle. And the moment he showed up, Clear would be tying on his apron and asking what he would like to drink.
And today would be no different. The moment Sly clocked out he changed out of his uniform and rushed over to the bar.
As he stepped inside, Clear shot him a grin while he finished tying up his apron. "Hello, Sly-san!" He called, reaching for a glass immediately, "What would you like to drink?"
Sly sat at the bar and pulled his hood off his head. "Whiskey on the rocks." He said, leaning his head in his hand.
Clear nodded and hurried behind the bar to make his drink. He placed the drink on a coaster in front of Sly, smiling. "It's nice to see you." The bar wasn't empty, but most clients were here to chat it up with the rest of the Rib gang, or waiting for Mizuki's tattoos, so Clear was free to talk.
Sly grinned smugly and sipped his drink. "Always nice to see you too."
Clear's cheeks flushed a little, "Thank you."
"Let me buy you a drink."
Clear frowned at him. "Sly, I can't... I'm working." Despite the clear denial he seemed almost… disappointed. Like there was nothing in the world he wanted more than just that.
Sly grinned, easily picking up on this tone. "This doesn't look like work to me." He teased, "If you can stand around and talk you can have a drink."
Clear’s frown only deepened, but there was a little giddiness in his movement as he turned around and made himself a drink.
And that was the first mistake Clear made that night. After that, the floodgates opened, and the night turned into each of them drinking together until the bar closed.
Clear drank pretty slowly, only getting through a couple of drinks by the time his shift ended, but Sly had barely stopped drinking. He was no longer sure how much he had drunk, but by the time Clear was hanging his apron back up he could barely lift his head.
Clear gently touched his shoulder as he walked around the bar. "Sly-san?" He called.
"Mm?" Sly mumbled, forcing his eyes to focus on Clear's face.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight?"
Sly scoffed. "No. Mizuki'll get mad…" He managed, struggling to form his words. Despite this, he was sure Clear understood. Mizuki always got mad when Sly drank too much.
"Want me to walk you home then?" He offered, gently pushing his hair out of his face.
Sly mumbled incoherently, pressing his face into his arm. "Jus' wanna stay here."
"Sly, you can't," Clear frowned, "you gotta get to bed."
"Granny's gonna yell," Sly complained, "Can't I go to yours?"
Clear bit his lip, comfortingly stroking his shoulder. "I… I don't know if that's a good idea."
Sly grumbled, pushing his head up from the bar and looking up at Clear. "…Why?"
A soft breath left Clear's lips as he locked eyes with Sly. "Okay, okay…" He finally gave in, before wrapping an arm around Sly and helping him get to his feet, "It's closer than yours anyway."
Sly couldn't help but smile as he allowed Clear to lead him out of the bar. He didn't really bother to stay upright as they, or more so Clear, walked. He trusted Clear's strength to hold him up.
Clear looked down worriedly at Sly as he practically dragged him along the sidewalk. "You're really drunk…" He commented, a frown on his face, clearly unaware that this was mostly just an effect of Sly's laziness.
The way Clear could so easily pull him along made Sly shudder, entirely distracting him from his words of concern as his mind wandered. He could imagine how easily Clear could pick him up, if he didn't know better than to try, of course. He forced his eyes up at him, his face heating up.
Clear's frown deepened as he caught Sly's flushed cheeks, obviously assuming this was only another signal of his intoxication.
That was until Sly steadied himself and pulled Clear into one of the many narrow alleys they passed. He pressed him against the brick wall of some run-down building. He stared up into his eyes, staying silent for now.
Clear stammered in surprise, "Sly- Wh-What are you…?"
"Shut up," Sly muttered, reaching for the bottom of Clear's shirt.
Clear flinched away, quickly grabbing Sly's hands. "S-Sly- Stop-"
"Shut up." He repeated, his voice stern. He snatched his hands away from Clear's and reached back for his top. "I just wanna see." He mumbled, pushing his shirt up to his collarbone.
Clear's body was just as well sculpted as he would've expected, it was artificial afterall, no shit it would be perfect. Still, he was a little thinner than he initially expected, but on second thought that made sense. His strength didn't come from muscle mass; it came from his manufacturing.
The one thing that really caught his eye was almost invisible in the dim alley lighting; his skin was made of two different tones, stitched together along every inch of his torso. He supposed this made sense as well, he knew Clear faced injuries during Oval Tower and it's not like he could heal like a person. Maybe he simply wasn't expecting ANY imperfections on Clear's perfectly crafted body.
He reached out, to run his fingers along the scars, until Clear flinched back. "Sly…" He murmured, his face red with embarrassment. He looked… conflicted; as if he were unsure what exactly Sly was trying to do and why.
"Clear," Sly said in return, releasing his shirt from his grip so he could be covered up again. He pushed him against the wall, much more firmly this time. "You and Aoba…"
Clear perked up at the mention of Aoba, a name he probably hadn't heard in very long.
"You were in a relationship, yeah?"
Clear's face turned a dark red. "What? No… Why would you…?"
A smirk grew on Sly's face. "Hah. Guess Aoba just has a little crush then…" He teased, "I definitely get it now though." He reached for the top of his shirt, undoing the first button slowly.
Clear let out an anxious breath as he watched Sly's hands. He pushed his back further against the brick wall behind him. "What… What do you mean?"
"He thinks about you all the time." Sly giggled, undoing the second button and pushing his hand past the fabric, feeling his collarbone. He leaned up, whispering in his ear, "Just one or two positions." He added, before pulling back once again. "Pretty detailed fantasies if you ask me… thought they might've been memories." He laughed.
Clear turned away sharply as his breathing sped up. The words clearly affected him, even if they were only half-truths. Either way, he finally found what really pushed him.
Sly chuckled, placing his hands on his waist and tugging him closer. "You like that?" He grinned. "Yknow… Aoba would never make a move, but if I'm here…"
Clear's eyes shot back to Sly, he opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but quickly fell silent again.
He would need another push… "You can do whatever you want to me… whatever you want to Aoba." He continued, his hand wandering up to the buttons of his shirt again. "Isn't that what you want?"
Clear stared at Sly for a moment longer, his expression twisting as he listened to his words. He hesitated. "Are you… Is that okay?" He whispered.
A smirk grew on Sly's face and he leaned a little closer. "Yes."
Clear hesitated once more, before leaning further into Sly and finally closing the gap.
The moment Clear's lips gently pressed against his, Sly kissed him back hard. He shoved his tongue between his lips, forcing it into his mouth.
Clear made a sound of surprise against his lips, attempting to pull away from the intensity, but Sly held him close by his hair, forcing the kiss.
Until he finally allowed him to pull away. "S-Sly…" Clear gasped, his face flushed and his lips swollen.
"Clear," Sly said in return, a little breathless. He stroked his hair, leaning in close again. "Do you like it?"
Clear turned away, embarrassed. "Yes." He answered, before looking back at him.
"Good," He grinned, leaning up to kiss him once more.
As Clear kissed back, Sly slid his hand down to undo his belt, then the button and zipper of his pants.
"S-…Sly." Clear whispered, disconnecting their lips to watch Sly's hand as he began to slide his boxers down. He caught Sly's hand suddenly, gripping it tightly. "We're in public…"
Sly tugged his hand back, slipping it past the waistband of his boxers. "What's it matter?" He felt him up slowly as he spoke. He was already half-hard, just from the kiss. "The only people out at this hour are hookers and drunks." He laughed, as if he didn't fit each of those categories.
Clear's breath caught in his throat at the rough touches, and he flinched back, further against the wall. "S-Sly… Someone's gonna s-see." He stammered.
Sly sank to his knees, as he slowly pulled his dick out of his boxers. "I don't care."
"Sly-!"
"God. Just shut up." Sly muttered harshly, wrapping his hand around Clear's dick. He gave him a few strokes, before finally taking him into his mouth.
"A-Ah… Wait-" Clear whimpered, clutching onto Sly's hair, "Not- Not here…" He pressed the back of his hand over his mouth, clearly worried about someone hearing them.
Sly shot him a look of amusement. If he really didn't want it, he could easily just tug him off. It's not like Sly would be able to stop him. He pushed Clear deeper down his throat, until he felt like he might choke.
Clear's grip on his hair tightened and it felt as if he might push him away, but he didn't. "Sly…" He said hoarsely, his voice riddled with a conflicted desperation.
Sly smirked up at him, teasingly poking his canine teeth against him, before slowly licking over every inch. "Feel good?" He breathed out, before slowly sucking on his tip.
"St-Stop…" Clear whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut. He was so clearly feeling it.
"Really that worried about being seen?" Sly teased, licking a long strip over the side of his dick. "Doesn't it feel good?"
Clear let out a shaky whine, gently trying to pull Sly away by his hair. He'd have to use a lot more force than that to pull him off. "Sly… I-I don't…"
Sly stroked him roughly as he spoke, licking the precum that dribbled out occasionally. "Don't what?"
Clear shuddered in pleasure, giving his hair another tug in an attempt to get him to stop. His eyes were beginning to water. "Pl-Please, stop..." He repeated, unable to keep his voice steady.
"Why?" Sly laughed, tightening his hand around his dick. He could tell how close he was getting.
Clear stammered, like he was trying to get an answer out, but suddenly his grip on his hair tightened. "Sly- Ah… I'm going to-…" He whimpered out.
A grin grew on Sly's face and he shoved Clear's dick into his mouth again. He stared up at his teary eyes as he sucked him off, just waiting for him to finally cum.
Clear let out a hoarse cry as he came into Sly's mouth. Though, the moment after his orgasm, he began to panic. "A-Ah! Sly, I'm so sorry- I didn't-"
As Clear panicked, Sly smirked at him. He stuck out his tongue, showing the splattering of white fluid, before he loudly swallowed. Though he played it cool, he couldn't help but find it a little strange that it didn't have any flavor.
"Sly-!" Clear gasped, his face turning a bright red in his embarrassment.
Sly rolled his eyes, before leaning up to kiss Clear gently. He pulled away to stare right into his face. "I want you to fuck me." He finally said.
Clear flinched back, as if he were a little afraid of him, or maybe just the demanding tone he used. "We… We shouldn't…"
Sly's jaw clenched just a little. "Cmon, Clear… I'll make sure it feels good." He tried.
"Y-You're drunk, Sly."
"So what? You already let me suck you off, what difference does it make now?" Sly glared up at Clear as he spoke, his hand on his waist.
Clear turned away, flushed. "Can we go to mine first?"
Sly scoffed in amusement. "Whatever."
Clear pulled his pants and underwear back on, trying to look at least a little presentable, before quickly leading Sly to his apartment.
The moment he unlocked the door, Clear led Sly into his bedroom. He stood still, staring at him like he wasn't really sure what to do now.
"Hey, Clear, you a virgin?" Sly suddenly asked, grinning up at him as he pulled off his jacket.
Clear flushed and turned away. "…Yes."
"Like, full?"
Clear gave a tiny nod.
Sly leaned up close to his face, his grin widening. "I was your first then, huh?" He laughed softly. "Lucky you." He scoffed, pressing his lips to his.
Clear kissed back softly, before slowly and carefully leading Sly to the bed. He was going to lay him down, but Sly took the chance first, suddenly shoving Clear onto his back and climbing on top of him. "Sly…" Clear gasped, looking up at him a little fearfully.
Sly laughed at Clear's surprised expression, reaching down to unbutton his shirt as he spoke, "It's your first time, you really think I'm letting you lead?" He teased. He pulled his shirt open and pressed his hands over his skin.
"W-Wait," Clear gasped suddenly. Sly ignored him at first, assuming he was just whining, until he continued. "Sly, can you… Your shirt, can you…?" He stammered, unable to bring himself to ask directly.
Sly laughed, rolling his eyes. "Thought you didn't want this?" He teased, tugging his shirt off over his head. Ever since Oval Tower, he, or well, Aoba had lost a lot of weight. He was ready to hear words of concern from Clear, but he was hoping he'd just ignore it.
Clear was going to reply to the teasing, but his thoughts seemed to be cut off as he stared at Sly's body. He reached out, touching the thin, pale layer of skin that stretched over his ribs. "…Have you been eating?"
Sly scoffed. "Does it matter?" He asked, taking Clear's hand and guiding it along his chest.
A frown spread over Clear's face. "Of course it does! You need to take care of yourself-"
"Shut up," Sly cut him off with a huff, "You can lecture me later." He didn't wait for Clear to respond, before rocking his hips. He ground his ass against his crotch, attempting to cloud his worry and bring the mood back.
Clear gasped softly, feeling his dick twitch under his ass. "Sly…"
Sly reached down, running his fingertips over the scars on his skin. "Hah..." He exhaled as he watched Clear squirm under the gentle touch, "I want you so bad, Clear."
Clear reached forward, beginning to undo his belt. "C-Can I?"
"You're already doing it." Sly laughed, eagerly reaching down to help.
Clear's face grew redder as he undid the button of his jeans and carefully pulled them off all the way. "You're hard." He breathed, not even seeming to think about what he was doing as he pulled down his boxers. 
"Good boy, Clear." Sly breathed out. He took Clear's hand in his own, leading it to wrap around his dick. He locked eyes firmly with him. "Please."
Clear bit his lip softly as he stared up at him. He slowly, gently moved his hand, panting hard, "You're beautiful."
Sly rocked his hips with the rhythm of his hand, rubbing his dick against his ass. "Clear." He stammered softly, "Can I…" He pulled down Clear's pants and boxers as he spoke, "Can I put it in?"
There was a moment of hesitation, but Clear gave a small nod. "Please."
Sly reached behind himself, feeling Clear's dick. It was already wet enough from his precum. He pressed it to his ass, before slowly pushing it into him. He threw his head back, the pain of the stretch immediately converting itself into pleasure in his mind.
"S-Sly!" Clear cried out in pleasure, his eyes squeezing shut.
"Clear." Sly gasped in return, planting his hands firmly on Clear's chest to hold himself steady. He sat still for a moment longer, trying to get used to it, before beginning to rock his hips.
Clear's eyes squinted open to watch Sly's face, his jaw clenched firmly. "You're tight." He choked out.
Sly laughed softly, leaning down to peck his lips. "You're just big." He teased. There was a short pause, before Sly spoke again, more seriously, "If I asked you to take over, could you?"
A look of surprise crossed Clear's face, as if he was never expecting that request. "…Yes."
Sly kissed him once more. "Do it. Don't hold back, I can take it."
Clear went still and quiet for just a moment, taking in Sly's words, before pushing Sly onto his back under him. He didn't wait much longer, to begin moving in and out of Sly. "Sly… Does it hurt?" He breathed.
"No," Sly muttered, wrapping one of his legs around Clear's hips, "harder."
Clear flushed and gave a small nod, before following his instructions and thrusting harder into him. He couldn't help the small sounds that left his parted lips, from how tightly Sly was squeezing him.
"A-Ah!" Sly moaned, arching his back into the touch. Every thrust was deep enough to ram into his prostate and the pain of being stretched so wide only enhanced the pleasure further. Any normal person could probably get off on that alone, but Sly needed more. He needed pain.
Clear pressed his face into his neck, letting out gaspy moans against Sly's skin. He perked up at Sly's moans, watching his expression closely, "D-Does… it feel good?"
"It's- not enough…" Sly whined out, wrapping his legs tightly around his waist, forcing him deeper, "More. Anything you want to do- do it." He pleaded, unable to help the desperate tremble of his voice, "Hurt me, please."
Clear's face shifted in worry. "Sly, no. I-I can't," He stammered, slowing his thrusts to Sly's dismay.
Sly's jaw clenched and he clawed softly at Clear's back. "Clear. Please," He choked out, his legs shaking, "I need it."
Clear bit his lip, appearing conflicted. Reluctantly, he raised his hand, taking a lock of his hair into his hand. He locked eyes with Sly, as he gave a firm tug.
A small yelp left Sly's lips and his back arched. "Fuck- Yes," He cried, "Like that. Keep going."
Clear gave a nod and quickly began thrusting into him, at the same pace as before, but now he kept his hair gripped in his hand and gave occasional tugs.
Sly would've preferred rougher treatment- his greatest fantasy being ripped to shreds- but he knew he wouldn't get much more out of Clear. However, with how hard Clear was fucking him, and the alcohol, just the tugs on his sensitive hair were enough.
As Clear fucked him, his moans slowly increased in volume, clearly getting closer and closer. He pulled harder on Sly's hair and gripped him tighter. "A-…Aoba-san." Clear gasped, shocking Sly out of the waves of pleasure. "Aoba- Aoba-san." Clear moaned over and over again.
Sly froze just a little, but squeezed his jaw shut and took it. Clear needed this, and he wouldn't deny him. He squeezed his eyes shut and allowed himself to sink into the pleasure. "Clear-" He finally choked out, "I-I'm gonna…"
Clear whimpered, his nails pressing into Sly's thin torso. "Ah- Me too!"
"Cum inside. Please." Sly begged, forcing his voice to even out.
Clear thrust into him just a few more times, before pressing as deep as he could and cumming inside him. "Aoba… san." He gasped.
At the same time, Sly's back arched and he came onto his stomach, a loud cry escaping his lips.
Clear slowly pulled out of Sly and fell onto his back beside him. He didn't say a word as he wrapped his arms around Sly to hold him close, but he didn't have to. His feelings were clear enough in the touch itself.
Sly allowed the touch for just a moment, before speaking. "…Clear," He mumbled, pushing Clear's arm off of him. As he waited for a response, he tugged on his clothing.
"Sly?" Clear asked, clearly exhausted, "Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go home."
Clear frowned, reaching for his arm and trying to tug him back beside him. "Sly, it's late..."
Sly let out a breath. "I'll be fine."
Clear gave another tug on his arm, clenching his jaw. "Please stay."
Another sigh left Sly's lips, this one trembling a little. How could he say no to that face, that voice? He climbed back into bed beside Clear and cuddled up once more. "I'll be gone in the morning." He mumbled.
"…That's okay."