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“Good evening, baseball fans! Welcome to Game 7 of the Japan Series, the ultimate showdown between the Tokyo Yomiuri Giants and the Fukuoka SoftBank Hawks. I’m Hiroto Inoue, joined by my co-commentator, Yuki Kobayashi. Yuki, we’ve had an incredible series so far!”
“Absolutely, Hiroto! Both teams have fought hard to get here, and it all comes down to this final game. The energy in the stadium is electric, and the fans are ready for an unforgettable night of baseball.”
“Alright, guys, listen up,” Coach Shimura began, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “We’ve worked hard all season to get here. Every practice, every game, every moment has led us to this point.”
Kenji nodded along to the coach’s words. In reality, though, to him they were drowned out by the roar of the crowd. It was a sea of colors, with fans waving banners and chanting in unison for their respective teams. It sent a chill down Kenji’s spine; he always loved the energy of a packed stadium, and this was one of the most electric crowds he’d ever seen. He twirled his bat, his nerves settling as he focused on the field in front of him.
The team stretched and warmed up in silence. Normally, there was a more playful atmosphere. It wasn’t uncommon for them to trade jokes and playful jabs, but everyone was too tense to crack any wisecracks. There was a fire in their eyes, a determination to win that made the thrill of the game that much sweeter.
“We have an incredible line-up of players tonight, including none other than Ken Sato himself.”
“That’s right Yuki. As we all know, Sato’s story is truly remarkable. After an amazing comeback from a weak season, he’s reminded Japan just why he’s the reigning MVP. Tonight, we might just see another legendary moment.”
“I don’t think there’s any doubt about that, Yuki. Sato’s performance in Game 4 was simply incredible. He’s been nothing short of incredible since his return, and the Giants have him to thank for their victory in that game.”
“Indeed, it was truly an inspirational performance. If the Giants have any chance at winning tonight, it’ll be through the power of Sato and their strong offense.”
Kenji smiled, feeling a surge of confidence. He turned to his team and gave them a thumbs-up, his heart pounding in his chest. They returned his gesture, and he could feel their shared determination.
Hayami slapped Kenji’s shoulder, pulling him from his thoughts. “You ready to win this, kid?”
Kenji nodded, gripping his bat. “Let’s bring this championship home, old man.”
Hayami laughed, shaking his head. “Still so cocky, even on the big stage.”
They were called to the field, the roar of the crowd growing louder. It was time for the game to begin, and the tension was palpable. Kenji could feel the reverbation every cheer, the animated stomping and clapping reverberating in his chest.
This was the thing that Kenji lived for; the adrenaline, the noise, the lights, the intensity of a big game, the very excitement of his own teammates. Nothing compared to the adrenaline of being out on the field, the pressure of the entire country watching your every move. He could get drunk off the energy, the sheer power of the moment.
“Let’s take a look at the starting pitchers for tonight. For the Giants, we have their ace, Taro Kamiya, who’s been dominant all season. And for the Hawks, it’s the veteran star, Katsuo Chiba, known for his incredible splitter. What can we expect from these two pitchers tonight, Hiroto?”
“Both pitchers have been exceptional under pressure. Kamiya’s fastball command and off-speed pitches will be crucial, while Chiba’s ability to mix up his pitches and keep batters guessing will be key. It’s going to be a fascinating duel on the mound.”
“Show him how it’s done!” Kenji shouted, pumping his fist as he watched Kamiya warm up on the mound.
Kamiya flashed him a confident grin, giving him a thumbs-up. His eyes were narrowed and focused, the familiar glint of determination burning in his gaze.
As the first inning began, the tension was almost unbearable. Fans held their breath with every pitch, their cheers and gasps a rhythmic backdrop to the unfolding drama.
“And here we go, the first pitch of Game 7. Kamiya winds up and delivers… strike one! A perfect fastball to start the game. The crowd is already on their feet!”
“What a way to begin! It’s a sign of good things to come. Kamiya’s on top of his game today, and the Giants are looking to build on their early lead. Let’s see if it’ll be enough to put the pressure on the Hawks.”
The game continued, both teams trading hits. Every score was a nail-biter, with all fans on the edge of their seats as time went on. Kenji could feel the sweat rolling down his forehead, his jersey damp with sweat. With every hit and every pitch, the energy seemed to grow. The stadium was alive, the crowd pulsing like a heartbeat.
“Fast forward to the bottom of the ninth, two outs, bases loaded, and the Giants are trailing 3-2. Sato steps up to the plate. This is what dreams are made of, folks.”
Kenji was pulled from his thoughts by a roar of approval, the crowd chanting his name. He looked up and saw his teammates on the mound, waiting for him. His body was moving on autopilot, his focus entirely on the game. He took a deep breath, the tension thick in the air.
Kenji gripped his bat, his muscles tensing as he stared down the pitcher. He could hear the crowd cheering for him, their energy filling the air. The tension was nearly suffocating, his heart pounding in his ears.
“You got this, Sato!”
“Show him what you’re made of!”
“We’re all behind you, Sato-kun!”
Kenji took a deep breath and closed his eyes, the cheers fading into a distant murmur. He could feel the tension and anticipation in the air, the pressure of the moment. It was almost surreal, the feeling of being at the center of the world. He could feel every small detail—the texture of his uniform against his skin, the smell of the freshly mowed grass; the metal of the bat in his hands, a sharp cold that stood in contrast to the warmth of the stadium lights on his face.
He opened his eyes and exhaled slowly, his vision narrowing. He focused on the pitcher, his grip tightening. His muscles were tense, his breathing shallow and fast. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.
Focus, a voice that sounded like his dad’s echoed in his head. It’s not that complicated. Just—instinct. You’ll know exactly what to do.
His muscles were coiled, his jaw clenched tight. He was ready.
“He’s taking deep breaths, and you can see him focus in. That is a man who knows how to hit.”
“This is what dreams are made of, folks. Here’s the pitch...”
The moment frozen in time. Kenji could see the ball, arcing towards him. The flash of light against the dark sky. The crowd roaring, the stadium lights blinding. He felt the energy in his entire body surge. The muscles in his arms flexed as he swung, his eyes widening. The sound of the bat connecting with the ball was like a gunshot that echoed through the entire stadium.
“Swing and a deep fly ball to left field... it’s going, going... gone!”
His body moved before his mind could even register what had happened. His legs pushed him forward, his heart racing. The cheers grew louder, and he could feel his teammates’ energy radiating off them. He didn’t stop until he crossed the home plate, the cheers and shouts nearly drowning him out.
“Ken Sato wins the game! After a streak of losses, the Tokyo Giants are the Japan Series Champions!”
Kenji blinked, the sound of the announcer’s voice bringing him back to reality. The crowd was screaming, his teammates running towards him.
He dropped his bat as the the roar of the crowd hit him like a tidal wave. His knees buckled and his throat was tight. It felt unreal, like a dream. His teammates surrounded him, their arms wrapping around him, their voices drowned out by the deafening applause.
It was like his senses had been numbed, the sounds muffled. Tears burned in his eyes, and the crowd faded away, a sea of blurred faces. The only thing he could hear clearly was his own voice, the words echoing in his head: We won. We won.
The floor of the clubhouse was sticky with champagne and beer, and the locker room was filled with the heavy scent of sweat and alcohol, and the sweet smell of victory.
“Sato!” One of the guys called out. “Think fast.”
Kenji only had enough time to tip his head back before champagne was poured down his throat. He swallowed as much as he could, but it still spilled from the corners of his mouth and down his neck.
Kenji threw his head back and let out a loud whoop. The locker room was full of raucous cheers and laughter, the sound echoing off the walls. The euphoria of victory hung in the air, the intoxicating scent of victory permeating the room.
“To the Japan Series Champion Tokyo Yomiuri Giants!” Coach Shimura said, raising his bottle.
The team raised their own drinks in unison, shouting and cheering. Kenji’s ears were still ringing, his throat raw from the celebrations. His body was thrumming with adrenaline, and he felt like he was on top of the world.
“We have to celebrate,” Asanuma, the center field, called out over the chaos. “Come on, boys. Let’s go.”
“Yes! To the bar,” Hayami cheered, throwing an arm around Asanuma.
“To the bar!” The team echoed.
“Hey, you can’t go anywhere yet,” Taro called out, gesturing to Kenji. “The press wants to talk to you some more.”
Kenji’s smile widened. “They’ll have to wait. Celebrating our victory is more important right now.” He was embolbened by the energy in the room, the joy and happiness his team exuded. “Besides, we’ll all be doing plenty of press tomorrow. I’m with Asanuma. For now, let’s have fun.”
There was a round of cheers as the team started to get ready, the locker room becoming a flurry of activity. Kenji took the time to shower and change, a giddy smile on his face. He didn’t think it could get better, but winning the Japan Series had been beyond his wildest dreams.
In the back of his mind, Kenji reminded himself not to drink too much. Just because he was celebrating, it didn’t Ultraman was on break. It wouldn’t do him any good to be addled and unable to fight. He’d just drink one or two beers and enjoy everyone’s excitement.
As he got into his car and headed out with the rest of his teammates, his phone buzzed. A smile crept onto his face and he answered the call.
“Hi Dad.”
Hayao’s voice was full of warmth and pride. “I’m so proud of you, Kenji. I saw the game, it was incredible!”
“Thanks,” Kenji replied. His cheeks ached from smiling. “It still doesn’t feel real.”
“You earned it. I knew you could do it. I never doubted you, and neither did Mina!” In the distance, the sound of the newly rebuilt Mina agreeing in her usual, steady tone could be heard.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kenji chuckled. “You know, when I was up there, I... I remembered something.”
“Oh?”
He paused, the silence hanging between them. Kenji picked at the threads of his jeans, trying to find the right words.
He’d forgiven his dad, made peace with the fact that everything Hayao had done had come from a place of love, from a desire—as selfish as it could have been sometimes—to keep them safe. But there was still something inside of him, a voice that he couldn’t get rid of. A tiny sliver of resentment, buried so deep within his heart that sometimes, Kenji didn’t even realize it was there. It made the moments where he wanted to open up difficult. Hayao seemed to realize as well, because he sighed, a sad smile in his voice.
“It’s alright, Kenji. You don’t have to tell me.”
Kenji swallowed the lump in his throat, his chest tightening. “No, it’s okay. Do you remember when you taught me how to transform?”
“Of course I do. You had trouble getting the hang of it at first. Sometimes you would get angry and frustrated, but you kept trying.” His dad’s voice was warm and fond, as if remembering it made him happy. “You’ve always been very determined.”
“Well, I remembered that. When I was up there, staring down the pitcher, all I could think was... you told me that deep down, it was all instinct. That I would know what to do. And I did.”
For a minute, there wasn’t any answer. Kenji’s grip tightened on his phone.
“Dad? You still there?”
“Of course I am.” He paused. “I’m just... your mother would be so proud of you. So, so proud.”
“Dad—”
“She loved you so much, Kenji.” His voice was thick, and Kenji could hear the tears in his throat. “I love you. I know I don’t say it often, and that’s my fault, but I love you so much. And she did too.”
Kenji’s lips twitched. “I know, dad. I love you too.”
Hayao cleared his throat. “Well, enough with the mushy stuff. I know you likely have plans to celebrate and I’m probably keeping you from that. Go have fun. But not too much fun.”
Kenji snorted. “Alright, dad. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Have fun, Kenji. And remember to come by tomorrow, I have great news about kaiju island!”
“Will do. Bye, dad.”
“Bye, Kenji.”
Kenji put his phone down and let out a deep breath. His chest was lighter, and his heart was filled with a familiar warmth. There were a lot of things they didn’t say, but he knew that his father meant the world to him, and he would be forever grateful that he had him in his life.
WOMB was packed, the music so loud the walls seemed to vibrate. Kenji was sure that all of Tokyo had come to the club that night, everyone wanting to celebrate with the team. It was overwhelming, the press of bodies, the heat, the sheer intensity of the atmosphere. He had barely gotten two steps into the club before someone pressed a beer into his hand. Now that the adrenaline had petered out, his limbs felt like lead. All he wanted was to crash and sleep for days.
Still, Kenji did his part. He dutifully smiled and took photos, freely gave autographs, let people pour him drinks that he barely touched. The night was a blur of flashing lights and sweaty bodies, and it didn’t take long for Kenji to lose track of his teammates as they dispersed all around the club. With a sigh, he navigated through the sea of bodies. He could see some of them drinking, flirting with girls that hung all over them. They were too lost in their own worlds to notice him walking away.
The fresh air hit him once he stepped outside, and he took slow, deep breaths. The chill of the night was a welcome relief; he found himself looking forward to the moment he could crash in his bed.
“You look exhausted,” a voice called out.
Kenji looked up, his lips twitching into a tired smile. A man was leaning against the wall, lit cigarette carefully perched between his long fingers. The streetlight cast a soft glow over him, illuminating his face.
“That obvious, huh?” Kenji asked.
The man chuckled, the sound low and pleasant. “You look like you’re ready to fall asleep on your feet. And you’ve been standing here for a while.”
Kenji blinked. Had he? It felt like he’d only been outside for a minute, but then again, his brain had been so fuzzy from exhaustion that maybe he’d just lost track of time.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” he laughed.
The man grinned and took a drag from his cigarette. He riffled through the pockets of his leather jacket, pulling out a curiously shaped, silver lighter. “Want a light?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” Kenji said, waving his hand. “I don’t really smoke.”
“Smart choice. This shit will kill you.” The man’s smile widened, the dimple in his cheek deepening. He had a charming, boyish grin, one that Kenji found himself liking. “What’s a guy like you doing out here alone?”
Kenji leaned against the wall, mimicking the man’s pose. “I could ask you the same thing. I don’t see you celebrating.”
“Not my thing.” He shrugged, the movement making his dark hair fall in his eyes. “I don’t do crowds. Besides, baseball isn’t my game. I prefer basketball.”
Kenji huffed, amused. “Fair enough. My name is—”
“Ken Sato. Yeah, I know.”
“A fan?”
The man chuckled, his expression playful. “Please, everyone knows you.”
He moved closer—and suddenly Kenji was hit by the smell of his cologne. Deep, intense, masculine. Musky, with a lingering sweetness underneath. Kenji inhaled, and was immediately overwhelmed by the scent. It was intoxicating, filling his senses, making his blood rush. His mouth went dry, and he felt the sudden urge to bury his face in the man’s neck, to inhale his scent.
Woah. Calm down, Kenji thought, swallowing thickly.
“Ryunosuke, but my friends call me Ryu.” He offered a hand, the gesture polite and a little old-fashioned. Kenji’s skin prickled as they shook hands.
“Nice to meet you,” Kenji said.
“Likewise.” Ryu’s grin was easy, and Kenji found himself mirroring his expression. “So, what’s the great Ken Sato doing outside a club instead of celebrating his win?”
“Honestly? Just wanted some air. It was getting a bit crowded in there.”
Ryu hummed, taking another drag from his cigarette. Kenji watched the way the tip of it glowed orange, the smoke curling around Ryu’s face. He had dark eyes, not brown like most other’s; no, Ryu’s eyes were black, like pools of ink. They were sharp and observant, and Kenji found himself mesmerized by them.
“That’s fair. Still, it’s your big night. You deserve to celebrate.”
Kenji smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, I suppose. It’s not every day I win a championship.”
“And it was quite the game.”
“How would you know? You said yourself that baseball isn’t your game.”
“Just because it’s not my sport doesn’t mean I don’t watch.” Ryu’s voice was teasing. He raised his phone. “I saw the replay of that home run. Impressive.”
Kenji felt the tips of his ears burn, a rush of pride filling him. He ducked his head, trying to play it off. “Ah, thanks.”
“So, what’s next for MVP of the Series Ken Sato?”
“The usual. Interviews and press tours, and more practice. Then, hopefully, I’ll have another shot at winning. I have to work hard if I want to repeat this performance.”
“I have no doubt that you will.” Ryu took a final drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out against the wall. “Can I buy you a drink? Celebrate the win?”
“Oh.” Kenji blinked, caught off guard.
Ryu must have taken his surprise for rejection, because he held up his hands and gave a nervous laugh. “If you have to get back to your teammates, I understand. No pressure. But I thought it would be nice.”
“No, I mean–can we even go back inside now? Since we left?”
Ryu chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “There’s another bar a few blocks away. Few people, good drinks. And if you’re worried about your friends, we can just have a drink or two and get back.”
Kenji hesitated. He’d had enough alcohol already, and the idea of going out with a stranger to a bar was not his first choice. He wanted to sleep, to be honest.
But the idea of having a quiet drink with someone who wasn’t part of his team or a fan was tempting. Ryu’s cologne lingered, the smell still making Kenji dizzy, and he couldn’t help but notice the way his gaze flickered over his body, the hint of interest in his dark eyes.
“Sure. Lead the way.”
“Great,” Ryu said, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “Come on.”
Kenji followed him down the street. It was strange; he could feel the tension in his shoulders easing, and the constant pressure behind his eyes that had been building up all day was gone. Something about Ryu made him feel calm, almost serene. He hadn’t realized how exhausted he was until then.
The streets of Tokyo were alive with activity, even though it was late. Though Los Angeles was a city that never slept, it was nothing compared to Tokyo. Kenji was used to the energy of the city, to the constant stream of life. But tonight, it was particularly buzzing.
The bar was smaller and more intimate, a quiet contrast to WOMB. The lights were dim, and it was mostly empty, save for a few people sitting at the counter. Soft, soothing music played in the background. It was the perfect place to have a drink and talk.
“Not bad, huh?” Ryu asked, his grin widening.
Kenji hummed, a small smile creeping onto his face. “Not bad at all. I like it.”
They found a small booth in the corner. Kenji slid in and took the time to really look at Ryu. He was handsome, that much was obvious. Sharp features, dark hair, with the type of mouth that seemed naturally inclined to grinning. He was dressed casually, a simple black t-shirt and jacket with a pair of dark jeans, but it fit him well. Kenji could see the faint outline of muscle, a hint of strength in the way he carried himself.
“You’ve been staring,” Ryu pointed out.
“Sorry,” Kenji mumbled, averting his gaze.
Ryu chuckled. “It’s alright. I’m flattered.”
Kenji huffed. “Don’t let it go to your head.”
“Too late. I’m an extremely handsome and attractive guy, what can I say?” Ryu grinned.
“And modest too,” Kenji deadpanned.
“Naturally.” Ryu gestured to the bartender and ordered their drinks. “You’ve probably gotten this question a lot, but what made you pick baseball? Why not basketball? Or football? You’d give everyone in the World Cup a run for their money.”
“It was my mom,” Kenji admitted, a wave of nostalgia washing over him. “She loved the game. Her favorite team was the Tigers. We would watch games together, and she would cheer for her favorite players.”
Ryu’s expression softened. Of course, he knew about her disappearance. Everyone knew, and they all had the same pitying look in their eyes whenever the subject came up. The unspoken question, the rumors. Kenji had heard it all.
“I know what it’s like. To miss a parent, I mean.”
Kenji glanced up, his throat tight. “Oh?”
“My father died when I was a kid. It was just me and my mom growing up. She worked like hell to take care of us, but she always made time for me.” He smiled, a hint of sadness in his voice.
Kenji frowned, reaching over to place his hand on Ryu’s. His skin was warm, and he could feel the calluses of his palm. “I’m sorry. It must have been hard.”
“It was, but she always reminded me that as long as we had each other, we could get through anything.” Ryu paused, a small, sad smile on his face. “She never said it, but I knew she wished Dad were there.”
Their drinks arrived, and Kenji took a sip. The alcohol burned his throat, but the taste was pleasantly sweet. He took another gulp, savoring the taste.
“Do you have any siblings?” Ryu asked, his gaze intense.
“No, it was just me and my dad.”
“Really? I would have thought you had a brother or a sister. You have that air of being a younger sibling.”
Kenji raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“You have a sort of... I don’t know, an attitude.” Ryu grinned, the dimple in his cheek deepening. His hair fell in his eyes, and Kenji had the sudden urge to reach over and brush it away. “Kind of a brat, used to getting everything you want. That sort of thing. Makes more sense if you’re an only child, though.”
Kenji snorted. “Wow, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I take it you have a sibling, then?”
“Yes, I have two. A brother and a sister, twins.”
“And they’re like me?”
“No.” Ryu’s eyes glittered with amusement. “I don’t think anyone is like you.”
Kenji huffed, but he couldn’t help but notice the heat rushing to his cheeks.
The conversation flowed easily after that. Ryu had a quick wit and an easy sense of humor. Kenji found himself laughing more than he’d ever thought possible. There was something about Ryu that drew him in, a magnetism that Kenji couldn’t resist. He found himself leaning closer, wanting to be nearer to him, wanting to touch him.
“You’re joking,” Ryu gasped between laughs. “There’s no way.”
“I’m serious. Turned my back for one second, and then I feel the ball just hit my right in the ass. And do you know what my teammates did?”
Tears ran down Ryu’s face. “Oh no...”
Kenji cleared his throat, holding back his own laughter as he recalled the story. “They kept smacking me. I couldn’t walk straight for two weeks.”
As the night wore on, the bar had become busier. Soon, there were no more seats at the counter, and people had started crowding around their table. They’d moved closer to be able to hear each other over the noise. Kenji was hyper aware of the way Ryu’s knee pressed against his, the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his jeans.
“It’s getting late,” Ryu said.
Kenji nodded, his chest tightening. He was a bit tired, but more than that, he didn’t want to leave. He’d found himself enjoying their conversation more than he’d expected. Ryu was—he was funny, knew how to hold a conversation, and he’d managed to put Kenji at ease. They talked like old friends, trading stories until he could almost be convinced they’d known each other for years, not met a few hours ago outside a club.
“Yeah. I should probably head back.”
Ryu smiled, a knowing expression on his face. “Come on, I’ll walk you.”
“It’s fine, you don’t have to—”
“I know. But I want to. I did kidnap you from your friends.”
Kenji nodded, letting Ryu help him out of his seat. The world spun for a second, and he stumbled. He felt Ryu’s hand on his hip, steadying him, and he shivered.
“Come on,” Ryu murmured. “Let’s get you home.”
The walk back to his car was quiet, a comfortable silence between them. The crisp November air brought some clarity back to his mind. Kenji felt more energized than he had before, as if Ryu’s presence was enough to keep him awake.
“Well, here we are,” Kenji said once they were back at WOMB. “Thanks for walking me. And for the drinks.”
“No problem. I had a good time.” Ryu smiled, and Kenji could feel his heart skip a beat.
“Maybe I’ll see you around?”
“Yeah. I’d like that.”
Kenji opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Ryu leaned in and kissed him. It was soft, sweet, and so, so warm. Kenji gasped, his mind going blank. Ryu’s lips were so soft, and the taste of him was intoxicating. And he smelled so good, so musky, the smell filling his nose, making him dizzy.
Ryu pulled back, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. “Was that too forward?”
“No, it’s okay,” Kenji said before he could stop himself.
Before he could overthink it, he pulled Ryu close and kissed him again. This time, Ryu wrapped his arms around his waist, drawing him in. Kenji sighed, letting his body melt against Ryu’s, reveling in the feeling of his strong arms and firm chest. He’d never been held like this, and the sensation was addicting.
“Do you want to...” Kenji said, his breath ghosting against his lips.
He felt Ryu shiver against him, and it made his blood run hot.
“Okay,” Ryu murmured. “Yeah, God, sure.”
They were quiet on the drive to the apartment. Kenji focused on the road, his mind racing. For all his posturing, he wasn’t the type to go home with a stranger. Neither his career nor his duties as Ultraman allowed it. But there was something about Ryu that made him throw caution to the wind. Their hands brushed, and Ryu’s skin was warm, almost feverish. Kenji could feel his own temperature rise, his blood rushing.
He almost ripped the keys off the ignition once they got to his building. He could feel the impatience and excitement in the way Ryu kissed him, his lips eager and hungry.
“God, you taste so good,” Ryu breathed, pressing his lips against his neck. “So fucking sweet.”
Kenji could only moan in response, his words lost in the heat of the moment.
As soon as they got inside, Ryu slammed him back against the door. Kenji only had time to think, Holy shit, he’s strong, before Ryu was kissing him, his hands roaming over his body. His touch was burning, scorching.
“Bed,” Kenji gasped, tearing his lips away from his. “Please.”
He grabbed Ryu’s wrist and dragged him into his bedroom. It was chilly, but Kenji barely noticed, his focus on the way Ryu was kissing him, his tongue plundering his mouth, tasting him.
They tumbled onto the bed, and Ryu immediately straddled him, his hands slipping under his shirt. His touch was electrifying, setting his nerves alight. He arched against him, craving more.
“You’re gorgeous,” Ryu whispered against his skin, his eyes dark and full of hunger.
Kenji didn’t know how to respond, so he grabbed him by the collar and kissed him again. He trailed his way down to Ryu’s neck, burrowing against the juncture where it met his shoulder and inhaled. There it was—that same scent, stronger now, and it drove him wild. He wanted more, needed more.
Ryu helped him undress, his touch lingering, caressing. They were both naked now, and Kenji’s mouth watered at the sight of him. Ryu didn’t have the toned, leaner build of an athlete; no, he was thicker, stronger, the muscles in his arms and chest defined without being bulky.
“Fuck,” Kenji breathed, running his hands down his chest.
“Like what you see?” Ryu asked, a hint of smugness in his tone.
“Stop talking.”
Ryu laughed. “Whatever you want, MVP.”
Kenji growled and pulled him down for another kiss, relishing the feeling of Ryu’s bare skin against his. Ryu rolled his hips, grinding down, and Kenji could feel his cock, hot and heavy against his thigh. He groaned, arching against him, desperate for more.
“Can I suck you off,” Ryu panted, his lips ghosting over his throat. “Please?”
“Y-Yeah,” Kenji moaned, his cock twitching.
Ryu’s lips curled into a smirk. He kissed his way down his body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. Kenji could only watch, his breath coming in shallow pants, his eyes wide. Ryu settled between his legs, and the sight of him, his mouth so close to his cock, his eyes dark with lust, made Kenji’s head spin.
He groaned when Ryu took him into his mouth. It was hot, wet, and perfect. Ryu sucked him off with an enthusiasm that was almost overwhelming, and the feeling of his mouth was driving him crazy.
Kenji gasped when he felt Ryu’s hand cradle his balls, gently massaging them, while the other wrapped around the base of his cock. He threw his head back, unable to hold back his moans.
“Fuck, that’s so good,” he gasped. “God, your mouth, your mouth...”
Ryu hummed, sending vibrations through his cock, and Kenji could only moan helplessly, his fingers tangling in Ryu’s hair. His hips thrust up of their own accord, sliding his cock deeper down the back of Ryu’s throat. He gagged, and Kenji was about to apologize when he felt Ryu’s tongue lick the underside of his cock.
“Shit, shit, I’m gonna come,” Kenji moaned, his body trembling.
He expected Ryu to pull back, but instead, he took him deeper, until the tip of his cock was touching the back of his throat.
Kenji cried out, his body shaking as he came, his cock throbbing as he shot down Ryu’s throat. It was like an explosion, a white-hot burst of pleasure that tore through his body.
When he was finally able to open his eyes, he saw Ryu smiling up at him, his face flushed, his eyes bright.
“Good?”
Kenji huffed, a weak laugh escaping his lips. “Yeah, it was great.”
Ryu crawled back up and kissed him, the taste of himself on his tongue. He shivered, and his cock twitched despite just having come.
“My turn,” Ryu whispered. “Think you can give me a hand, MVP?”
“You’re really gonna keep calling me that, huh?”
Ryu chuckled, his lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “You don’t seem to mind.”
Kenji rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that he liked it. He loved the way it sounded on Ryu’s lips, the way it rolled off his tongue. An innocent title that somehow managed to be suggestive and dirty, the way Ryu said it.
“I’ll show you what this ’MVP’ can do,” Kenji said, his voice low and husky.
He reached between them and wrapped his hand around his cock, giving it a firm stroke. Ryu moaned, and the sound sent a rush of heat to Kenji’s core.
“Fuck, yes,” Ryu hissed, his hips bucking into his grip.
Kenji grinned, his thumb teasing the head of his cock. Ryu was big, thick and hard in his hand, and the knowledge that he was making him feel good filled him with a heady sense of power.
“Feels good, huh?” he purred, his fingers stroking him slowly.
“God, you have no idea,” Ryu moaned, his breath ghosting against his cheek. “Your hands, fuck, they’re perfect.”
Kenji hummed, his lips curling into a smirk. He picked up the pace, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening.
“Yes, like that,” Ryu gasped, his hips thrusting wildly. “Just like that, oh fuck...”
He was beautiful like this, his face flushed, his eyes dark and hazy. His skin was hot, slick with sweat, and Kenji couldn’t resist tasting him. He licked a long stripe up his neck, savoring the salt on his tongue.
Ryu let out a strangled cry, his body going rigid as he came. His cock pulsed in Kenji’s hand, and he felt a hot rush of liquid as Ryu spilled all over his fist.
“Holy shit,” Ryu breathed, his body shuddering.
“Was that good?” Kenji asked, his voice soft and teasing.
“It was incredible,” Ryu replied, a lazy grin spreading across his face.
Kenji laughed and rested his forehead against Ryu’s shoulder. The scent of his skin was intoxicating, and he inhaled deeply, savoring it.
They laid together for a moment, their bodies tangled together. Despite his exhaustion, Kenji didn’t feel the urge to sleep. He was content to lie there, his face buried in the crook of Ryu’s neck, his breathing steady and calm.
“That was amazing,” Ryu murmured, his hand running up and down his spine.
Kenji hummed, closing his eyes. He wanted to say something, but his mind was blank, his thoughts fuzzy. He brought his still sticky hand to his lips and licked his fingers clean, enjoying the salty taste.
“You taste good,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against his skin.
Ryu laughed, his chest rumbling. “So do you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other’s presence. A blimp passed by, filling the room with a pink light. Kenji suddenly felt Ryu shift and sit up, focusing on sometimes on top of his dresser.
“Is... holy shit, that’s an Ultraman action figure,” Ryu laughed.
Kenji’s face went red. God, his mom had bought him the toy as a half-meaningful, half-ironic birthday present. He’d forgotten it was still on his possession, much less that it was in his room. It wasn’t as if he made the habit of collecting merch of himself.
“It’s not mine,” Kenji said weakly.
“Uh-huh.” Ryu raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
“Shut up. My mom gave it to me.”
“That’s so cute. I had one when I was a kid.”
Ryu got out of bed and picked up the toy. It was larger than the average figure, nearly the length of his forearm.
“The details are incredible,” Ryu remarked, examining it.
Kenji sat up, his cheeks still warm. “You like Ultraman?”
“Everyone likes Ultraman. He’s a hero.”
“Well, yeah, but...”
Ryu grinned, a glint in his eye. “What? You thought I’d be one of those guys who think Ultraman is a tool of the oppressor?”
“Maybe a little.”
“Nah. I was a fan growing up. All kids want to be Ultraman, right? Someone to fight the bad guys, protect the innocent.”
The corner of Kenji’s lip curled into a wry smile. “I guess you’re right.”
“I also had a massive crush on him.”
Kenji choked on air. “What?”
Ryu laughed, placing the action figure back on the dresser.
“Seriously, a huge one. I had a whole Ultraman fantasy going on. I used to daydream about him swooping in and saving me, taking me on adventures, fighting kaiju, making out after.”
“He... he doesn’t even have a mouth!”
“Exactly. He’s mysterious and sexy.”
“How was that sexy?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. And you had a normal youth, then? No weird kinks, no secret desires to bang a superhero?”
Kenji did his best to not think about how the Ultraman Ryu would have crushed on had, in fact, been his dad. “I was into movie stars. You know, like a normal kid.”
Ryu smirked. “If you say so, Mr. MVP.”
Kenji threw a pillow at him, but Ryu caught it and threw it back. He sat down beside him, his shoulder bumping against his.
“For the record,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive, “if Ultraman were here, I’d totally let him bend me over.”
Kenji couldn’t help it—he burst out laughing. “That wouldn’t even work. He’s like 40 meters tall. You’d get crushed.”
Ryu gave him a hooded look, his hand resting on his thigh. “That’s part of the appeal. His dick might as be as big as a person.”
Kenji’s mind conjured the image of Ryu pressed between his legs, while he was in his Ultra form. He’d be much smaller, actually. Small enough to fit in his palm and still leave plenty of space. His cock would tower over him, pulsing with arousal, the head of it leaking drops of pre-cum so big, they would be like pools.
Ryu’s fingers brushed over the head of his cock, and Kenji found he was rock hard again. He was surprised; he usually didn’t have much recovery time, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon after c.oming.
“You’re thinking about it,” Ryu purred.
“Shut up,” Kenji mumbled, his face burning.
“Thinking about Ultraman taking me? Imagine how it’d feel, him stretching me open, his cock splitting me in half...” Ryu wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping him slowly, his thumb rubbing over the head. “You like that? The idea of me spread out for some monster cock?”
“F-Fuck.”
Kenji’s hips bucked involuntarily. He could see it now, Ryu on his hands and knees, begging for it. It wouldn’t even fit inside him. He’d have better luck rubbing his entire body against it instead, and God if the mental image didn’t send some strange thrill down Kenji’s spine.
“Knew you’d be into something like that,” Ryu murmured. “The big, strong, the protector of the Earth. So dominant.”
Kenji moaned, his hips jerking.
“Or maybe you’d like it the other way. Make him yours. Turn the great Ultraman into a whining, needy mess.”
“Fuck, Ryu,” he gasped, his voice strained.
“You’re so hot,” Ryu whispered. “Come on, MVP. Show me what you can do.”
Ryu straddled his hips, his weight settling on him. It was dizzying, and Kenji could barely breathe. He gripped his thighs, holding on as Ryu sank down onto him. He was hot and tight, and Kenji’s mind went blank, the pleasure overwhelming.
“Shit, you’re big,” Ryu hissed, his voice low and rough.
Kenji could only groan, his hands squeezing his thighs.
“You feel so good,” Ryu gasped. “So fucking good.”
Kenji’s head fell back, his eyes fluttering shut. He couldn’t believe this was happening. Ryu was riding him, stretched around his cock like a dream, his body so hot and tight and perfect.
“Fuck, you’re so deep,” Ryu moaned, his nails digging into his shoulders.
Kenji opened his eyes, his breath catching at the sight before him. Ryu was beautiful, his face flushed, his eyes wild and desperate. His lips were parted, his moans spilling out, and Kenji couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and captured his lips in a messy kiss.
Ryu rolled his hips, grinding down on his cock, chasing his own pleasure. He was shameless, uninhibited, and it was intoxicating.
“You’re gorgeous,” Kenji moaned.
“You like watching me fuck myself on your cock?” Ryu smirked, his voice low and husky.
“Oh my God,” Kenji groaned.
“God, you’re so big,” Ryu whimpered. “It feels so good, your cock stretching me open.”
The words went straight to Kenji’s core, sending a bolt of heat through him. He grabbed Ryu by the hips, guiding him as he bounced on his cock, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate.
“Come on, fuck me,” Ryu growled. “Give it to me. I can take it.”
Kenji thrust his hips, burying himself deeper, and Ryu cried out, his nails raking across his back. The bed slammed against the wall, the mattress springs squeaking under them.
“That good enough for you?” Kenji grunted.
“God, yes,” Ryu moaned. “Don’t stop.”
Kenji pounded into him, his rhythm brutal and relentless. The sound of their bodies slapping together was obscene, and the room was filled with the scent of sex and sweat.
“Harder,” Ryu panted. “Fuck me harder.”
Kenji’s control snapped. He grabbed Ryu by the back of the head, pulling him down for a bruising kiss. He fucked him hard, driving into him, the heat building inside him.
Bracing his feet on the mattress, he rolled them over, so Ryu was pinned underneath him. He wrapped his arms around his waist, holding him in place as he fucked him into the mattress.
Ryu was practically incoherent, moaning and writhing under him, dragging his nails down his back. He was so close, so close, his body tightening as his climax approached.
“Come on,” Ryu moaned, his eyes wild and desperate. “Come on, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck, oh fuck...”
“I’m gonna come,” Kenji warned, his voice ragged.
“Do it,” Ryu gasped. “Come on, come inside me. All of it, give it all to me—”
Ryu came with a strangle cry, his body tensing, his back arching. His legs tightened around his waist, and he could feel his muscles contracting around his cock. Kenji buried himself inside him, his cock pulsing, and ground his hips in a circle, his teeth bared.
“Shit,” Ryu stuttered. “Sensitive, so sensitive, oh my God—”
“Should I stop?” Kenji rasped.
“No, no, fuck,” Ryu gasped. “Don’t you dare.”
He hooked his ankles around Kenji’s waist, keeping him in place, his hips bucking as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm.
Kenji kept going, the pleasure rolling through him in waves. He was drowning in it, the intensity of his own climax overwhelming. It hit him like a punch in the gut as rope after rope of hot cum filled Ryu, dripping down onto the mattress.
When he finally came back down, he was breathing hard, his chest heaving. He could feel Ryu shaking beneath him, his body trembling, his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Fuck,” Ryu murmured, his voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” Kenji breathed.
“That was...”
“Amazing?”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
Kenji rolled off of him, his limbs heavy and limp. Ryu curled up against him, his head on his chest. They lay there, their bodies tangled together, their breathing slowly returning to normal.
“You okay?” Kenji asked, his voice quiet.
“Mhm.”
Kenji ran his fingers through Ryu’s hair, and he let out a contented sigh.
“Give me a minute to recover,” Ryu murmured.
Kenji huffed a laugh. “Yeah, okay.”
They laid together, basking in the afterglow. There was a comfortable silence between them, and Kenji found himself drifting off. He was just starting to fall asleep when he felt Ryu’s lips brush against his.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” Kenji mumbled.
“For tonight. For everything.”
Kenji hummed, wrapping his arms around him. “Anytime.”
They fell asleep like that, their bodies entwined, the faint light of dawn creeping through the window.
The blaring of Kenji’s alarm woke him up. He groggily opened his eyes, his body heavy and relaxed. It took him a moment to remember what had happened last night.
Ryu wasn’t in bed, but the side where he’d slept on was still warm. Kenji sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The bedroom door was cracked open, and he could hear the telltale sounds of someone cooking breakfast.
He got out of bed, his mind replaying the events of last night. Ryu had left him speechless, and now that the heat of the moment was gone, Kenji couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Since when did he lose control like that? He was pretty sure there was a dent behind the headboard. And all that talk about Ultraman... Kenji could admit he had an ego, but he wasn’t a narcissist.
Still, Ryu had seemed to enjoy it. Maybe even a little too much.
He put on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt and headed to the bathroom to clean up. The mirror revealed the scratches on his back and shoulder and the bruises on his neck. Ryu had really done a number on him.
As he was washing his face, Ryu appeared in the doorway.
“Hey,” Kenji said, his voice hoarse.
“Morning,” Ryu replied, his voice light. He had on one of Kenji’s shirts and the boxers from last night. “I wasn’t sure what the protocol is with you, so I thought I’d cook some breakfast. I made some coffee and eggs, hope that’s okay.”
“That sounds perfect,” Kenji said.
“Great.”
Kenji followed him into the kitchen, watching him move around with a kind of casual ease. He looked at home, his movements confident and comfortable. He poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Kenji.
“So, do you do this often?” Ryu asked.
“Do what?”
“Bring strangers home from bars.”
Kenji took a sip of coffee, leaning against the counter. “Not really. I don’t bring people, anyone, here often. I like to keep my private life separate from the spotlight.”
Ryu nodded, stirring sugar into his cup. “And yet, you’re talking to me.”
Kenji shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. “What can I say? You’re different.”
Ryu arched an eyebrow, looking amused. “I’m still a stranger.”
“Not really. I know about your mom. That you have two younger siblings who are twins. I know you prefer basketball over baseball, but football is a close contender,” Kenji grinned. “I know you hate when lactose intolerant people eat dairy and them complain about it. I know you lack taste and think Kirin makes good beer.”
“It’s a classic.”
“It’s disgusting it what it is!”
Ryu’s head fell back as he laughed. Kenji felt warmth pool in his belly at the sound.
“And I know you really like Ultraman,” he continued, his voice growing softer. “I want to get to know you. Like, really know you.”
Ryu shook his head, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “You don’t even know my last name.”
“Okay, so we still have some things to talk about. But you’re not a stranger.”
“Hmm, maybe not.”
They drank their coffee in comfortable silence, enjoying the morning sunlight streaming through the windows.
The familiar ping of a text notification broke the silence. Kenji grabbed his phone from the counter and frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Ryu asked.
“Damn, I have an interview in two hours,” he sighed.
“Really?”
“Yeah. I was supposed to do it yesterday, but with everything that happened, I totally forgot.” Kenji rubbed the back of his neck, glancing up at him. “Don’t think I’m kicking you out. You’re more than welcome to stay.”
Ryu smiled, a hint of something coy in his expression. “I appreciate that. But I should probably get going. I have to go to work soon, too.”
“Yeah, okay. Uh, I need to hop in the shower...”
He looked Ryu up and down, his brain helpfully supplying an image of him naked and wet, suds running down his body.
“You should join me.”
Ryu laughed, a surprised but pleased sound. “I’d love to, but I don’t think either of us will get anything done if I do.”
Kenji feigned offence, putting his hand over his heart. “I’ll have you know I am an excellent multi-tasker.”
Ryu leaned in and kissed him, his lips soft and inviting. Kenji was surprised to find he still smelt like that same rich cologne, only now the scent of sex lingered as well. It was a heady combination that had him pulling Ryu closer.
“We’ll make it quick,” he promised, his voice a low rumble.
Ryu hummed, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I don’t think ’quick’ is in your vocabulary.”
“I’ll let you call me ’Ultraman’.”
“Oh, really?”
Kenji’s hands slid down to cup his ass, pulling him flush against his body. “I’m feeling generous.”
Ryu pressed another kiss to his lips, then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw, up to his ear.
“Make me come and I’ll call you whatever you want,” he purred.
With a growl, Kenji swept Ryu into his arms, carrying him to the bathroom. Ryu clung to him, laughing, his legs wrapped around his waist.
“I’m gonna hold you to that,” Kenji murmured. He kicked the bathroom door shut, the lock clicking into place.
“Maki.”
“What?”
Ryu laughed, nuzzling his neck. “My last name. It’s Maki.”
And with that, Kenji sealed his mouth over his, drowning in his touch, his scent, his taste.