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Kazuichi and Nekomaru were pressed up on either side of Nagito, arms interlocked tightly to prevent Nagito from going anywhere.
"Ah, your hope is so strong! It's amazing, you're even going to tie me up and lock me away because you believe that's the best path to reaching hope. It's truly amazing seeing Ultimates hope in action!" Nagito rambled, looking everywhere except for the two people on his sides. His eyes darted around to watch his surroundings like a very observant mouse, though at the same time, eyes looking unfocused like he was in another world.
Kazuichi shoved Nagito aggressively from behind, making the latter stumble forward a bit, almost falling before he was roughly pulled back to a standing position. "Man, can you just shut up? You're acting crazy!"
Nagito blinked a few times and glanced at Kazuichi for a moment before looking away, head down. He was now staring at his feet and smiling, laughing quietly to himself. Kazuichi tried his best to just ignore him, but he was still really pissing him off. Why was he acting like he had no cares in the world when he just tried to kill someone?
They entered the old abandoned building, pushing open the heavy and creaky wooden door, dragging Nagito inside. A rush of cold and stagnant air immediately greeted their senses, making it even more obvious how old and abandoned this place really was. It made Nagito feel something strange in the pit of his stomach. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, smile momentarily gone as he pulled back, pulling in vain against the arms of two people who were stronger than him. He was fine with complying. He'd give up anything in the name of hope, but something in his gut told him something was going to happen. He didn't have much time to deliberate on that, though before Nekomaru placed his large hand on Nagito's shoulder and tightened his grip on his arm before hauling him forward with ease. Nagito stumbled before he began walking again, still staring at the ground.
Nagito continued to ramble on about hope this, hope that until they reached a set of three doors. Nekomaru pushed one of them open; another old and creaky door on the far left. Nekomaru slid his hand against the wall beside the inside of the door, the room pitch black. He managed to find the light switch and flicked on the light, the huge room filling up with an overwhelming, bright yellow light. They soon found out this was something like a dining hall, with a few tables and chairs scattered haphazardly around the room, windows boarded up with only a few small gaps where sunlight could stream through.
"Okay, Nekomaru. I think I've got it from here." Kazuichi said, brandishing the rope. Nekomaru nodded. "If he escapes, tell me and I'll find him. Good luck." Kazuichi nodded and Nekomaru headed off.
Nagito started to laugh again, though it had a nervous twinge to it. He'd began shaking slightly different as well. "Oh, I get it! You must've brought me here to kill me, right? Well, I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm really happy that you're going to let me be your stepping stone to hope!"
Kazuichi grimaced, slamming the door behind him and roughly throwing Nagito to the ground. He landed with a thump and a small wheeze.
"Seriously man, stop talking like that! You're batshit crazy..! I'm not going to kill you. Just... Stay still so I can tie you up."
Nagito nodded and relaxed against the ground. Kazuichi approached him with the ropes in his hands, first tying his hands behind his back so he wouldn't even be able to think about untying himself, then tied up his ankles. Kazuichi was honestly surprised with how cooperative he was being... He stood back to admire his work which was when he noticed Nagito looking up at him from the vulnerable position of lying on the floor, tied up completely with no way to fight for himself, though Kazuichi honestly doubted he'd protest anything in the first place. He was sure that look, as sultry as it might appear, wasn't meant to imply anything, but Kazuichi felt something warm gather in his abdomen and his heart rate pick up. At first he didn't really know why he felt like that, but then he realized... He was turned on.
Wait, what? I'm not gay! A-And it's him..! Kazuichi thought, feeling his cheeks heat up. He looked back at Nagito and saw Nagito was still looking at him.
"Is there something on my face?" Nagito asked with a small smile. "I don't think I can wipe it myself, so sorry if it's a bother. As expected of trash like me for my presence to be as unbearable as possible..."
Kazuichi stared at him for a few seconds, lost for words. "Uh, yeah. There is. Uh, I can get it for you." He smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. Nagito nodded and pushed himself into a sitting position. Kazuichi knelt down in front of Nagito, suddenly aware of how close they were. Nagito just gave him what looked like a patient look with a hint of confusion.
Kazuichi tentatively reached forward and put his hand against Nagito's cheek, using his thumb to wipe away a fake stain on his face. He could feel his breathing picking up and the heat going lower, thumb absently rubbing the spot he'd just wiped away. He chewed on his lip, breathing becoming more labored. He made practically no effort to hide his growing arousal. Nagito chuckled nervously, seeming to pick up on this and inching his face away. "Well, thank you Souda-san, but you should probably get back to the others soon... They're probably wondering where you are."
Kazuichi lightly worried his lip between sharp teeth, weighing his options. There was nothing wrong with doing that... Right? He'd never felt so turned on by another guy before and he was curious if he was actually attracted to men... Maybe he could use Nagito to test that.
"Sorry Komaeda, but I don't think I'm gonna leave." He looked a bit nervous when he said that but there was nothing Komaeda could do against him. He wasn't even sure if Nagito would try to stop him. He put his hand back on Nagito's jaw, fingers sliding up against the soft and slightly warm skin and felt him flinch slightly before he seemed to force himself to stay in place. When he looked at him, he was looking at the ground with an uncomfortable expression, though his cheeks were blotted a pale red. Kazuichi brought in his other hand to hold the other side of Nagito's face and forced him to look at him before he leaned in and roughly pressed his lips against the taller man's, teeth pressing against the others'.
He immediately felt Nagito tense against him with a shocked noise which was muffled by the others lips. Nagito was trying to twist his head out of Kazuichi's grasp, but the pink-haired mechanic persisted.
Kazuichi felt so nervous, heart racing and he was sweating, but it felt and tasted so good that not even his anxiety could stop him. He didn't even care how tense Nagito felt against him. He pulled back and looked in Nagito's swirling eyes. "You won't tell anyone about this, okay?" He said a bit more quietly like he was sharing a secret even though it was only the two of them.
Nagito, although giving a nervous, dubious look, nodded promptly. "R-right... I won't. Using me like this, it brings you hope, right?"
Kazuichi grinned and nodded, heart skipping a beat. "Yeah. I thought I'd be a virgin my whole life but thanks to you, that changes today."
Nagito swallowed thickly, expression darkened for a split second before he looked like he was trying to force himself to smile. He had no idea Kazuichi was planning to go this far but... "Then I won't tell anyone. Maybe if I'm lucky, you can kill me once you're done using my-"
Kazuichi immediately shut him up with a kiss, sliding closer to him, putting a hand on his thigh and squeezing the flesh despite there not being much fat to grab onto. Nagito kissed back this time, opening his mouth a bit more, panting against Kazuichi's lips. Kazuichi took this as an invitation to slide his tongue inside. Nagito reciprocated that as well, pressing toward Kazuichi and trying to make sure he could enjoy this as much as possible.
They did that for a few minutes with Kazuichi rubbing Nagito's thighs closer and closer to his inner thigh and by that point, they were both hard. Kazuichi wanted relief on his dick right now. He didn't care if he was inexperienced. If the crazy and murderous guy, Nagito, didn't feel good too, oh well. He just wanted a warm hole to use. He started to rub himself through his thick pants.
"Fuck... I really thought I was straight but I'm so hard for you right now. You can't deny a man of his urges, so..."
Nagito gave him a half nervous smile. "Ah, this may surprise you but I'm a virgin too so try to be a bit gentle, okay? Not that my preferences matter at all, of course! If you'd rather not be gentle, please feel free to use me that way to your heart's content."
Kazuichi felt frustration bubble up in his chest at those words. Even if he himself was a virgin he was hoping he wouldn't have to do much work before fucking him. He chose to not answer and unzipped and then unbuttoned his brightly coloured pants, pulling himself out through the gap. He saw Nagito glance down at his dick and then swallow nervously, his fake smile dropping for a second before slowly turning back to a nervous smile as he looked back at Kazuichi's face. He didn't know why that turned him on more. He grabbed Nagito by the shoulders and pushed him to the ground on his stomach. Kazuichi started to move behind Nagito, glad these ropes were here with how it looked like Nagito was struggling slightly against them.
Kazuichi lifted the other man's hips slightly, reaching around to unbutton and unzip his black jeans before starting to pull them down, revealing gray and white checkered boxer briefs. He pulled it past his ass and god, his ass looked good. It was small but still nice and round. His waist was a bit slimmer too. "Fuck... I really want to fuck you right now, you know that?"
Nagito nodded slowly, pushing down the underlying feeling of fear and regret coursing through his body. Despite how he felt, he told himself how he felt wasn't important. He needed to work hard to please Kazuichi. "I'm glad I can be useful in any way to an Ultimate. To pick my pitiful body to please you... It's almost an honor." His voice sounded flatter than usual when he said that.
Kazuichi jerked himself off as he pulled the underwear down to where his pants were pooled at his mid-thigh, revealing an expanse of soft and pale skin. He licked his lips as he pulled one of Nagito's cheeks to the side to reveal his opening. A small growl involuntarily came from his throat and he pulled his hand away, spitting on his finger before immediately pressing it to that area. He could feel Nagito slightly trembling where he was touching him.
Wait, isn't this rape...? One half of his rational brain asked nervously.
What?! No, it's not! He didn't say no and he's just letting me do what I want. I wouldn't do something like that! I'd stop if he said no.
He cast that train of thought aside as quickly as it came. If he thought about it too much he might actually end up feeling guilty. He didn't want to lose his boner by feeling guilty over something that he thought he shouldn't need to feel bad for in the first place.
After a bit of fingering Nagito's tight hole with one finger, he put a second one in. Nagito squeezed around him and he could only imagine how good that'd feel on his dick. He jerked himself off faster, the sight of his fingers going in and out being incredibly hot. With the third finger, Nagito made a small noise. He looked at his face to see his eyes were screwed shut. He wondered if it hurt, but decided he didn't care. All he wanted to do was open him up as quickly as possible. When the skin got softer around his three fingers, he decided it was time.
Fuck yes! I'm not going to be a virgin anymore!
He straddled the back of Nagito's thighs and tapped his head against Nagito's cheek a few times. It seemed like his shaking had gotten a bit more noticable and he still wasn't making any noise or looking at him.
"Ready?" Kazuichi asked to break the silence.
Nagito hardly moved. He didn't nod. He wanted to say no, but really, what could he do here? He was already tied up. If he couldn't escape, he might as well make it more bearable by complying. "Y-Yes... I'm... I'm ready." Kazuichi noted that it didn't sound genuine, but he didn't say no so he told himself this was okay.
Kazuichi firmly pressed himself in, feeling himself slowly slide inside. Nagito's hands were balled up in fists now, fingernails digging into his palms and making little crescent-shaped divets where they'd been dug in, eyebrows furrowed in pain. He made a sharp noise, hips twitching. Kazuichi spat onto the area to make things slide a little easier. If he was a girl I wouldn't have to bother with all this stuff... He thought. (Kazuichi 'has never slept with a woman' Souda)
When about 3/4 of him was inside, Nagito's no longer virgin body squeezing around him like a warm vice grip, he started to thrust shallowly, biting his lip hard as an unbelievable pleasure lit him alive. Nagito was already panting pretty loudly and his skin was covered in a sheen layer of sweat. He made a few short moans here and there as Kazuichi moved.
"Fuck! You feel so good..!" Kazuichi exclaimed, taking a sharp thrust forward and pushing his whole length inside.
Nagito gasped, stiffening. "A-Ah, ouch... It's pretty big... Hold on..."
That only egged Kazuichi on though, he started to thrust a bit deeper, drawing louder cries and moans out of the figure beneath him. Hitting the back felt so good. He was opening up a lot more now, starting to relax around him.
"Is it... Ah..! Feeling good for you?" Nagito asked, voice strained. He still looked like he was feeling pain, so Kazuichi couldn't help but wonder why Nagito was actually worried about making him feel good. Kazuichi bit his lip, placing his hands on either side of Nagito's ass and squeezing slightly. "Yeah... It feels amazing. You're so good... Oh god."
Kazuichi sped up his thrusts, drawing loud cries, both from pleasure and pain, from Nagito's lips. His thighs squeezed tighter together and he made some quiet noises of protest, his tied together hands pushing back ever so slightly on Kazuichi's thigh. Kazuichi didn't stop though. He'd never felt this good in his life and he sure as hell wasn't about to stop in the middle of it.
"Sou-Souda-San...! Ah, s-slow down! Please slow down... It... It's hurting me..." Nagito begged as Kazuichi was going pretty hard now. The sound of their skin colliding was pretty telling of that. The mix of dull aching and a burning fire of pleasure was confusing his body.
"Ahhh!~ Stop.. Ah! Too fast..."
Kazuichi had told himself he would stop when he heard no or stop, but he was too close right now, chasing his orgasm. "S-Shut up. You deserve this for all you did to us. You should feel lucky that you get to feel good from my dick... Ah!~ S-Say you deserve this and feel lucky to take my big dick." He was talking with only lust on his mind now. He wouldn't usually have the guts to say that, or even consider saying it, but his mind was so overflowed with lust and desire that he didn't care what he was saying. All he could think was hearing Nagito say that would make this orgasm so much better.
Nagito stiffened at that, shielding his face and shaking his head slightly. He didn't want to say that. He really didn't want to. He felt Kazuichi had already degraded him far enough... But if he really wanted him to say it, then...
Kazuichi slid a hand deep into Nagito's messy hair, grabbing a section near the root and pulling, forcing his head up and making him look at him. Nagito made a grimace at that, but didn't say anything, trying hard to look away. "Say it, fuck...~ Say it before I cum."
Nagito swallowed thickly, starting to shake again, but more noticeably, his legs. "I-I..."
"I de-deserve this and... Ahhh...!~ Feel l-lucky.... So lucky to... Take your b-big dick Souda-san...~" He felt shame burn inside of him like a wildfire when he uttered those words.
Kazuichi was satisfied by that. It sent a nice little jolt of pleasure straight to his dick. He was so close to orgasm and ended up roughly slamming Nagito's face into the ground. Nagito made a small noise of pain but Kazuichi ignored him. His body was getting so warm, his dick feeling so hot and good from being so close. He took a few more sharp thrusts, Nagito coming with a scream first before Kazuichi unloaded inside of him. Nagito moaned incoherently on the ground, hips still rutting up as he rode out his orgasm.
Kazuichi bit his lip, grinning excitedly as he pulled out. He lightly slapped Nagito's ass. "You said you've never taken dick before but you're sure acting like a slut now, haha! I knew you were crazy but this is seriously pathetic..." He saw his cum dripping out of Nagito. It looked so good. Nagito's cum was smeared on the floor too.
Nagito slacked seconds later, breathing heavily. He looked exhausted. Even his hair was drooping a bit.
From behind his hair, half-lidded eyes stared up at Kazuichi. Nagito's cheeks, ears, and nose all had some redness to them. He looked fully exhausted and fucked out. "...Will you clean me up, or leave me here for someone to find, then, Souda?"
Kazuichi considered his options. It'd probably be best to not get caught, he reasoned. "Y-Yeah. I'll clean you up. Give me a minute." Kazuichi left the dining hall and walked through the halls until he found a bathroom. He took a spare roll of toilet paper and carried it back to Nagito. Nagito was still laying exhaustedly on the ground, breathing heavily. He cleaned him up. Nagito seemed flinchy whenever Kazuichi's hand got close to his face and he was talking a lot less than he normally would. Nagito was the type to talk to fill the silence so the silence was strange.
I didn't do anything wrong. He didn't say no. This is his fault for killing one of our friends. He told himself.
He pulled up Nagito's pants, redid the zipper and button, and then promptly left, leaving a shaking and tired Nagito on the ground by himself with the memory of what just happened to him playing on repeat in his head.
Nagito was in a lot of pain. Who knew it'd be so painful... He'd felt somewhat good during the end, but now he was just aching, feeling uncomfortably full. He wondered briefly if he really did deserve it.
Without moving from where he was collapsed on the floor, he ended up falling asleep, hoping that might bring him any of the relief he was looking for.