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"Are you sure you don't want to go exploring?"
"You go ahead this time, Takumi."
Of all the filthy disgusting humans crawling around this academy, Takumi was the worst of them all. His vapid commitment towards a war effort none of them signed up for was simply nauseating. If he hadn't convinced the others to fight, they all would have been wiped out ages ago, splattered against the rubble like the vermin they were.
The last exploration the two of them went on together was frankly embarrassing. Low on time, Eito had gotten sloppy. A swift bonk to the top of Takumi's head was hardly enough to kill him, and instead of starving to death in the ruins, he ended surviving and wandering around, bringing back even more humans. The academy was infested with them, always loitering around wherever Eito seemed to look.
He had already taken care of Hiruko. It seemed she knew far more than she let on. Whatever it amounted to, Eito knew it would be nothing but trouble. Without strong leadership, the others would crumble.
Which was why he needed to get rid of Takumi.
Taking him out would be incredibly difficult at this point. He wasted his first kills on temperamental targets, but with everyone already suspicious of a traitor amidst their ranks, he didn't want to test his luck with Takumi's sudden disappearance. People were aware of how much time the two of them spent together. If something were to happen to Takumi, he would definitely be a suspect. Finding a way to turn the others against Takumi without outright killing him would be a better solution.
Eito brings himself to the roof, glancing around to make sure no one is around. He quickly walks to Takumi's room. Since he'll out all day on an exploration, this leaves a perfect opportunity for Eito to be able to scour the room for anything he could twist against Takumi.
He opens the door, hand shaking against the knob. There's no reason for him to be nervous. It's empty.
Empty, except for the horrendous state of the room. Takumi could be such a slob, his sweaty clothes strewn across his dorm. His jacket hangs over the arm of the couch, and his damp shirt on the floor is clearly the victim of Takumi not preparing a towel for his shower. Eito steps over a single sock to make his way to the bed. He grimaces as he picks up Takumi's pants from the floor to fold, only to discover his underwear still nested inside. Pants from three days ago, given away by the smear of mustard on the right thigh. Eito folds them and lays them on the coffee table with the rest of Takumi's clothes. Little habits are crucial for preventing such a mess in the first place. Of course Takumi will never consider such a thing, he's probably used to living in filth and squalor. Eito pulls the sheets up on Takumi's bed, tucking them in around the corner. He smooths out the comforter. Much better.
He sits down on Takumi's bed and looks over at his nightstand. His room is surprisingly plain and lacks character that many of the other rooms have to offer. Of course, minimalism is better than clutter. The only room more unpleasant to enter than this one is Gaku's, filled with empty cans of soda and chips.
Eito opens the drawers, and much to his dismay, doesn't find anything besides moisturizer. Does Takumi truly lack that much of an inner life? This is something he can twist against him, though it will take some work. The excursion into Takumi's room proves far more pointless than Eito has intended. It's better that he knows, otherwise he'll ruminate on it.
Click.
There's a sound at the entrance to the room, the clack of the door knob slowly turning. Eito freezes. There's no reasonable explanation for why he's in Takumi's room right now. Though with Takumi away on an exploration mission, he isn't sure who exactly is trying to come in right now. Whoever it is, this isn't a good sign at all.
Eito drops to his hands and knees and shimmies closer to the bed, trying to stay as silent as possible. His eyes are shut tight, as if not being able to see anything will make him invisible too. He can hear the shuffling of footsteps before shoes are hastily kicked off. He's running out of time. He has to go under the bed, or he'll be caught trespassing.
Eito's eyes meet with one, reflective in the darkness like that of a cat's.
Yugamu.
Stunned in silence, Eito can hardly decide what a worse fate would be. At least if he's discovered here, he can make a dumb comment about accidentally entering the wrong dorm room. It'll set his plans back and raise suspicions, but the alternative seems to be… potentially lethal.
Yugamu is an open book stuck on the same page. All Eito really knows about him is that he's killed people for a living, he's a sadomasochistic deviant, and that despite the previous two traits he identifies himself as a hopeless romantic. The 'hopeless' part being the most self awareness Yugamu seems to acknowledge about himself.
Eito winces as Yugamu's arm stretches out, grabbing him around the waist and yanking him under the bed like a kraken sinking a ship. Eito bites down on his inner lip as he suppresses his desire to scream. It's vile, and revolting, the way Yugamu's tendril of an arm twists around him and convulses. If he had his scythe available, he would have cut that repulsive thing off, letting it writhe on the ground like a lizard's lost tail.
"Hey, cutie. First time?" whispers Yugamu, as if now is the right time to make small talk. Eito's body shakes uncontrollably. Yugamu slides his hand up Eito's chest to push down on his jacket zipper in vain, the sound of the metal clicking so softly that only the two of them can hear it. The closer he gets to Eito, the more it feels like being swallowed whole.
Eito doesn't bother granting Yugamu a response. First time for what? Sneaking into Takumi's room? Lurking under his bed?
"Ahhh…"
Eito almost hits his head on the bed frame above him. That voice…! That shrill, grating voice can only belong to one person.
Takumi.
What is he doing back in his own room? Isn't he supposed to explore today? He even made a point of asking Eito about it. Did his response truly not matter?
Eito turns his face towards the room, and away from the assassin next to him.
The bed above them creaks, and suddenly another pair of pants with underwear still inside land just inches from his face. It takes everything Eito has within him not to throw up. He has no choice. He turns his head back towards Yugamu, cheeks red with embarrassment as he realizes that Takumi is now at least half naked from the waist down.
It seems today's 'exploration' will be that of the self.
Lotion squelches. Bed frame groans. Takumi gasps. Yugamu moans.
Oh. Oh no… Is Takumi…?!
Yugamu's hand grips the inside of Eito's thigh, back of his palm rubbing up against his crotch.
"What do you think you're doing?" Eito hisses out, voice barely above a whisper. Instead of a response, Yugamu's hand continues to grope him, inching closer and closer to where Eito's half-hard cock strains against his pants. "Stop tha—"
Eito cuts himself off, hand flying up to cover his mouth when Yugamu's deft fingers unzip his pants. His hand slips beneath his waistband, and Eito's hips involuntarily buck forward at his touch.
The sensation is utterly disgusting; Yugamu's slimy fingers curl around his cock, moving his hand slowly as if savoring the feel of Eito in his grasp. And yet, Eito feels himself grow harder, and he bites down on his hand to stifle any sounds that threaten to escape his mouth.
Something firm presses against his hip. He glances down to catch a glimpse of Yugamu rutting against him, his own cock already out and leaking, creating an unpleasant wet spot on the fabric of his pants. Yugamu's other hand snakes its way up to his chest, and he tugs down Eito's jacket until his collarbone is exposed.
Eito inhales sharply from a sudden sharp pain on his neck. A groan slips through his teeth, the sound echoing loudly throughout the room. It takes a brief moment of panic for him to realize the noise came from Takumi above them.
Now that he's aware, he can't not pay attention to the rhythmic, slick sounds of Takumi's hand moving, nor his breathy whines and moans as he no doubt fucks into his fist.
As if sensing he's distracted, Yugamu's tongue traces the outer shell of his ear. "Who do you think he's imagining?" he whispers.
Eito couldn't answer even if he wanted to. He keeps his mouth firmly shut, desperately fighting back the bile threatening to creep up his throat. He turns his head away from Yugamu in a poor attempt of putting some distance between them, only to have his gaze land on Takumi's filthy laundry once again. The smell is overwhelming; Takumi's pungent odor assaults his senses, and he gags before begrudgingly turning back.
The sharp scent of chemicals that clings to Yugamu is almost pleasant in comparison. Maybe if Eito inhales enough of it, the fumes could knock him unconscious and put him out of his misery.
Yugamu seems to take his disgust as interest, and one of his long arms winds around Eito until he's able to flip him onto his side. He pulls Eito flush against him and aligns their hips before taking both of their cocks in hand.
Eito's entire body shudders. Yugamu's hand is slick yet cool around him, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating off of the rest of his body. He moves his hand in sync with Takumi's, speeding up and slowing down based on the rhythmic creaking of the bed springs.
It's disgusting, downright sickening and repulsive; Eito needs to come right now or he'll drain Yugamu of all his hemoanima, plans be dammed. It isn't enough though—Yugamu's hand barely wraps around the both of them, and in a moment of weakness, Eito reaches down to cover the gaps. He shuts his eyes to ignore the knowing smile Yugamu flashes him in favor of chasing his own pleasure.
Just a little bit more, and then Eito can lock this entire encounter away in the vault to never think about ever again—
"…Hah, Eito…"
The whole world comes to a screeching halt. Eito's eyes snap open, and he looks to Yugamu, who seems equally shocked by this development. Yugamu moans quietly, as if his name was the one Takumi called out, and his hips stutter to a stop.
Eito winces at Yugamu's sudden halt of the rhythm, leaving him with a mild case of blue balls and a major case of disgust at Takumi's noises above them. Every squeak of the bed frame, every pant of his breath, it all leads up to the fact that Takumi's self-pleasure has been about Eito the whole time. He doesn't want to imagine what Takumi must be thinking up there, beating his vile meat as he pictures himself getting fucked in the ass. From the whimpers and moans escaping Takumi's lips as he touches himself, his shrill voice would be loud and unbearable— he'll need a gag, or a dick in the mouth. Not that Eito would ever do something like this with Takumi; the thought of it is nauseating. The feeling of arousal burning deep within him has nothing to do with repulsive Takumi on top of the bed, or lecherous Yugamu next to him, only with physical touch providing a stimulating sensation.
Of course, he's not the only one whose sensation was stimulated.
Eito stares in disbelief as Yugamu's spend coats his own flagging erection, and Yugamu averts his eye, flushed cheeks visible even under the cover of darkness.
"Ah… how embarrassing," Yugamu says, sounding more excited than anything.
A strangled sound escapes Eito. Instead of stopping, Yugamu's grip tightens around them, slowly pumping his hand in an attempt to coax Eito's arousal back.
Takumi picks up the pace above them, tossing around a few more mentions of Eito's name and various accompanying swear words. If the context weren't painfully apparent, he almost would have assumed Takumi is cussing him out.
His cock seems to selfishly ignore his displeasure, focusing on its own stimulation over Eito's mental distress. It's sickening, Ugly Takumi is touching himself to his likeness, Pervy Yugamu is quite literally fondling him, and he's aroused? Clearly his priorities are all out of wack. It's horrifying. He's trapped with two vile humans, above him and next to him, forced to endure sensations he hardly lets himself experience. Pleasure is earned, and the situation clearly isn't deserving of any. And yet… He cannot deny how it feels, no matter how much he blocks out reality, he cannot forget Takumi's words and Yugamu's touch.
Eito cringes as Yugamu's cum seeps through the protective barrier of his glove. At this rate, he'll have to burn this entire outfit and scrub himself raw to get rid of the filth. Every breath and grunt grates on his ears, and every swoop and twist of his fingers hang off his skin, latching like a leech. Worse is the feeling of Yugamu's erection once more pressing up against him.
Eito has, of course, read all about human anatomy and has dealt with his own arousal before, but it seems like Yugamu is an entirely different breed of hedonism. Eito thought he'd back off after getting what he wanted—humans were selfish like that, only chasing their own pleasure—but the feverish look in Yugamu's eye remains. If anything, Yugamu seems to double his efforts; he mouths at Eito's collarbone before biting down hard enough to break the skin.
Eito's cock throbs in interest. A shameful heat blazes between his legs, and he yanks Yugamu back by his hair. There's blood surrounding his lips, some of it staining his teeth when he flashes Eito a crooked smile. He's entranced by the sight, so much so that he almost misses a loud moan from above.
If only he had missed it.
Takumi's voice is already grating enough as is, but now it's shrill enough to pierce Eito's eardrums. Even worse is the warbled sound of him chanting out Eito's name. He glares up at the bed frame, frustrated from the lack of stimulation—Wait a second…
One moment Yugamu is invading his space and the next, he's poking his head out from under the bed. Eito reaches out without thinking and quickly pulls him back under the bed.
"Are you crazy?" Eito whispers harshly. "We're going to get caught if you do that."
Yugamu moans and his cock leaks against Eito's bare hip.
"Ah… what a mess we'd be in if that happened…" His voice is much too loud for Eito's comfort, as if he wanted it to happen.
"Don't you dare," Eito warns. He grabs Yugamu by the collar when he tries to slip out once again. Using more strength than he'd like to display, he wrangles Yugamu out of sight and closer to Eito. Heat radiates from Yugamu's face, and the moment he opens his drooling mouth, Eito knows they'll be caught if he fails to act.
Within this cramped space, the only thing he can do is cover Yugamu's mouth to keep him from speaking.
He didn't intend to use his own lips to do so.
It takes all his focus to keep himself from retching. His skin crawls from Yugamu's spit soaked lips moving against his own, and he freezes up at the bold flicks of Yugamu's tongue. It's utterly disgusting; Yugamu pushes his tongue inside, and Eito has no choice but to let him in order to shut him up. He briefly fantasizes about biting off the intrusion, but surely their cover will be blown if the corpse recovery drone suddenly appeared.
Beyond that, he's horrified to discover he's still hard.
He can taste faint traces of whatever bitter medicine Yugamu announced he was testing out, and he latches onto the small familiarity in this absurd situation. He is not kissing back—he's merely focusing his attention away from the more unpleasant aspects of this evening. It has nothing to do with the way Yugamu shivers when he sucks on his tongue.
Yugamu pulls out of the kiss. His lips are wet, spit still intermixed and connecting between them. Eito isn't sure whose it is, or if it even matters. He winces as Yugamu puts more pressure on his cock, quickening the pace as he hand-fucks him harder.
"Still up? Jealous… I like it," Yugamu purrs. "You might even outlast Takumi, though I hope not…"
This has gone on long enough. Eito holds his hand over Yugamu's, smaller in comparison. He's tired of the edging. At this point, he just needs a release. Yugamu, of course, finds extra pleasure in the gesture, and he nuzzles himself up closer to Eito like a parasite he can't get rid of.
"You're so impatient," whispers Yugamu. "I was taking my time."
Eito looks down pointedly at Yugamu's cum staining their hands. He doesn't dare risk telling him off—not with Takumi still moaning above them—but if he has to endure this any longer, he's convinced he'll lose his mind. At least there's another way to shut Yugamu up.
Eito grabs him by the hair and forces him lower, tilting his neck for easier access. He feels Yugamu's lips curl before he latches onto him, sucking and biting bruises into his skin. Eito bites his lip, letting the pain help guide him to orgasm as he frantically jerks them off.
The pleasure builds and builds, and Eito finds himself staring down at his gaudy eye patch—the most human part of him. With how dark it is, Eito can almost pretend it's real, that he's not getting off with a hideous, vile monster. His disgust and shame clashes with his desire. It's repulsive—he's repulsive for enjoying this, for wanting so badly to finish already.
Relief comes in the form of Yugamu's sharp nails digging into his flesh and a whispered, "What a good boy, trying so hard for me."
He's been so good, hasn't he? Eito whimpers, and his hips buck uncontrollably, riding through the pleasure as he finally orgasms. He's left shaking in Yugamu's arms by the time his ears stop ringing, and fat tears threaten to spill from his eyes. He's never felt anything so intense before; not even his very first murder could compare to the sheer euphoria he just experienced.
But all good things must come to an end.
Eito isn't able to bask in the after glow, especially after hearing a distorted groan directly in his ear. He feels Yugamu's orgasm more than anything . Yugamu's cock pulses in his hand, and warm, wet liquid soaks his glove entirely. And, to make matters worse, Takumi follows shortly after.
"Eito, Eito please—" Takumi whines out.
"Eito, Eitoo—" Yugamu moans into his ear dissonantly, just seconds off from Takumi.
Fuck. Eito rolls his head back, glasses catching on the metal frame of the bed, causing him to thump his head back on the floor. It's his own sloppiness that lets a soft moan escape his mouth, immediately covering it with his hand, and internally swearing at himself for picking the one covered in his— and Yugamu's— cum.
Takumi senses something from above, clear as his feet suddenly hit the ground next to Eito's head. He holds his hand over his mouth tighter, Yugamu pulling him closer into his arms as if an extra inch or two of hiding space would save them if Takumi decided to look under the bed.
Takumi kneels down onto the ground, and looks besides his bed stand. Eito's heart beats so fast he can feel it in his ears, drowning out the other ambient noise of the room. His hand passes by Eito's face, inches away from his hair. It sweeps against the dusty ground until it finds what it was looking for, nothing more than a simple mouse trap. He retrieves it, and with a pause of disappointment, puts it on his coffee table. Eito doesn't take a breath until the sound of the bathroom door slides open and closed.
"Aw man, I wish I found that first," Yugamu complains. Eito could hit him right now. He tries to scramble out from underneath the bed, trapped by his stretchy companion who seems to find amusement in Eito's struggle.
"Enough is enough!" Eito pleads, still careful to keep his voice down and lacking in anger. He doesn't want to blow his cover by being sloppy.
Takumi seems to be noncommittal to his plans, as he learned earlier; he could open the door at any moment to grab a towel or a change of clothes. He needs to leave the room as soon as possible.
As if his plea means something to Yugamu, or perhaps it's sheer boredom, he relinquishes his grasp. Eito weasels out from underneath the bed, covered in dust, sweat, and Yugamu. He quickly stuffs his dick back in his pants. The discomfort of cum trapped in between himself and his underwear, warm and sticky, is nowhere near as revolting as Yugamu's hungry gaze as his eyes locked on to his bare exposed cock.
He makes a beeline for the door. Yugamu's arm makes it there first, hand over the lock.
"Please," says Eito. "You can't be serious right now."
He briefly considers cutting that stupid stretchy arm clean off now that Takumi seems to be preoccupied by his once a week shower.
"You haven't scheduled our next date. I'm thinking Takumi's room again," Yugamu says with a wink (or is it a blink? Eito doesn't know for sure, and he doesn't care to find out). "Of course, we could always call this a one time thing. In that case, I think I'll have to talk to someone about the boy who broke my heart by not even cuddling me afterwards…"
Eito's eyes almost pop out of his head. Yugamu is blackmailing him? That conniving creep!
"It's our secret?" Eito suggests, feigning interest in Yugamu's proposition. That seems to be enough for him, as his arm retracts back into his sleeve.
"I'll see you around then, cutie," says Yugamu, blowing Eito a kiss.
He really hopes he won't.