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“Hyakunosuke~”
There was a shiver that ran up Ogata’s spine at the sound of his name, but he would rather drop dead than show any reaction on his face. So he kept walking down the hall towards the sleeping quarters.
“Hyakunosuke-dono, congratulations on your promotion~”
Ogata grit his teeth and didn’t turn to face the man calling for him with a poignant grimace on his face.
Usami saw the expression as he walked up and feigned shock. “Uwah~ what a face! I’m glad you’re on my side. I was nearly scared to death!”
That sing-songy tone in Usami’s voice made Ogata’s skin crawl. What a pest.
“Now we’re both the same, hmm? Isn’t that exciting~” Usami slung an arm around Ogata’s shoulders, blinking those long, curved lashes teasingly at him.
“Don’t act so familiar with me.”
“Hyakunosuke… Are you giving me attitude now that I’m no longer your superior? How cruel. I should report you.” Usami teased and stepped back a little, leaning down to look up into Ogata’s eyes. Usami was clearly in a playful mood, like a dog chewing on something it shouldn’t just for the attention. “Hmm? Does that sound like something I should do?”
There was nothing better than winding Ogata up. Usami had been doing it since the moment they met. It was a thrill by itself to see those emotionless eyes narrow in disgust or anger, or the way Ogata’s pupils always dilated when you struck a nerve.
“I bet your father is proud, hmm?” Usami grinned, an innocent lilt to his voice.
Ogata’s nostrils flared, and he knew Usami was just trying to get under his skin, but it always worked. It was almost embarrassing how that idiot always knew exactly the right buttons to press and which words to say with that pretty little mouth of his.
“Superior Private Usami. Please-“
“Oh, don’t be so formal~” Usami’s deep cupid’s bow always made his smiles so mischievous.
It was disgusting, really, how a man who held such intense cruelty inside could look so cutesy and charming even while in military uniform. Something about that smile. Those pink lips and perfectly symmetrical moles- god, Ogata wanted to punch him so bad his fists balled up without thinking.
Usami laughed and took another bouncy step backwards when Ogata tensed up and clenched his fists, laughing gleefully to himself.
Pushing past Usami, Ogata planned on at least making it to the barracks, where it would be easier to ignore Usami by pretending to sleep.
Usami followed Ogata; he certainly had nothing better to do. “Tell me, Hyakunosuke. Will you be telling Yuusaku-dono the good news?” Mentioning the other’s half-brother was a slippery slope, but Usami really was in a dangerously good mood today.
“No.”
“Aw~ but he will be so happy. Soon you’ll be a Second Lieutenant, and then you’ll be able to wear the same uniform.” There was a dreamy tone to Usami’s voice, one hand dramatically over his heart. “What a sight that will be. How precious.”
Ogata shot Usami a warning look and grit his teeth. Two more hallways. He kept his destination in mind, weaving through the crowded corridors in an attempt to shake Usami, but the other was just as stubborn to keep up.
“When your father sees the two of you together maybe he’ll finally…” Usami hummed, purposefully leaving the end of the sentence open.
A hand shot out and grabbed Usami by his collar and pushed him up against the nearest wall with an audible thud. If looks could kill, Usami would already be on the floor. Other soldiers in the hallway took care to weave a large space around them and quickly walk off, but others pretended to stop and chat so they could not so secretly watch what was going to happen. It wasn’t the first time a fight would break out in the common area, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“Shouldn’t you be licking the First Lieutenant's boots clean?” The vein in Ogata’s temple popped, grip tight enough it was sure to wrinkle the thick fabric of Usami’s uniform.
The laugh Usami let out was infuriating.
“Jealous, hmm~? When was the last time Lieutenant Tsurumi even gave you the time of day? Let alone gift you a task that precious?” Usami’s tone was still light and airy, but his mocking words cut like ice. “Or maybe you don’t want special treatment from him? Maybe you should try it, see if it’ll finally make Lord Hana-“
Ogata’s fist connected with Usami’s jaw before he could finish the sentence. It was a bit of an awkward swing, so it did little to actually stagger Usami, who easily righted himself against the wall, a flush over his cheeks and a wide, shit-eating grin across his face.
Usami had won.
“Oh ho ho~” Usami’s grin turned into bared teeth. “Struck a nerve? How pathetic.” Usami clawed at the hand still holding onto his collar, digging his nails in until Ogata flinched, then he shoved the other soldier off him.
There were a few shouts to break it up, but they both ignored them in favour of exchanging blows.
Usami was hellishly fast in a fistfight, and Ogata knew without a weapon he was about to get his ass handed to him, again. Ogata would rather have a black eye than to ever admit to this freak of nature that he was outmatched so he just kept swinging.
Ogata spat blood onto the floor when the Nikaidou twins finally pulled Usami off him. His face hurt like a son of a bitch, but he did his best to shrug it off as he rolled over to push himself back up.
Other than a bit of blood coming from his nose and a slightly swollen lower lip, Usami’s only injuries were on his knuckles, where he had managed to hit the floor instead of Ogata’s face. Usami shrugged the twins off and spat on the ground by Ogata’s feet before a self-satisfied grin settled on that pretty face of his, and he walked off.
Ogata refused the help to get off the floor offered to him and took himself to the infirmary for a compress so his shooting eye wouldn’t get too swollen. He stayed the night there, licking his wounds and cursing Usami’s name under his breath until Ogata gave in to a restless sleep.
—
It was only a few days later, after receiving a light scolding for once again fighting in the barracks, did Usami show himself again. Much to Ogata’s chagrin.
Usami looked pleased with himself about something and came slinking up behind Ogata in the mess hall to make it the other man’s problem. Arms draping over Ogata’s shoulders as languidly as a cat, one of Usami’s hands came up to caress Ogata’s still swollen jaw. “Superior Private Ogata, have you missed me~? I have excellent news.” Usami’s voice was that soft, lilting tone, breathing right into Ogata's ear in that way that always drove him crazy.
“Make it quick.”
“Hmm~ Our dearest baby brother was invited out by the other officers for drinks.” Usami bit at Ogata’s ear as he spoke, but at this point, Ogata was used to it, not even rolling his eyes.
However, Ogata took a bit more interest in this than he let on, pushing a few grains of rice around in his bowl. “What’s your point.”
Usami chuckled, the hand not on Ogata’s cheek smoothing over Ogata’s chest. “Don’t you think… maybe we should sneak out and join them. Get them to move their drinking to the red light district?” Usami hummed and could already tell he was coaxing Ogata into agreeing to his little plan.
It was quiet between the two of them for a few minutes, Ogata finishing his meal with Usami still hanging off him. Other soldiers were sure to be looking at the two of them, but he really didn’t care.
“You’re paying,” Ogata said finally as he set his chopsticks down on his tray.
Usami shook Ogata’s head playfully by grabbing his chin before sitting next to him, facing away from the table. He recounted his plan for infiltrating the Second Lieutenant’s little gathering, and Ogata would hand it to him that Usami had certainly thought this through.
—
When they left that night, showered and dressed in newly pressed uniforms, they certainly had plenty of the women working the streets fawning over them. Ogata ignored them all, but Usami seemed to have a way with both women and men that irritated most people when they saw it in person. Ogata included. It was annoying to learn he wasn’t lying, simply boasting to get a reaction.
The two of them did meet up with the other officers, even if Ogata was regretting having to spend time with Yuusaku. It would be worth it. He said as much to himself every time he faked a smile or engaged in pointless small talk. He simply needed to keep his mind on the plan laid out before him.
They even managed to get some of the others to follow them to another establishment for more drinks as the night progressed. Unfortunately for Ogata, after only one polite cup of wine, Yuusaku found some reason to leave before the women had even come to their table. Ogata’s fake jovial mood soured immediately, ordering himself two more bottles of booze, clearly trying to drown his dissatisfaction at the cost of Usami’s wallet.
“Hey~ come on now. Chin up, Hyakunosuke. He’s just being coy.” Usami settled down next to the other with the last of the alcohol he was willing to buy that night. “It was probably the crowd, hmm? Too many of his peers. He has an image to maintain, doesn’t he?” Usami was cheerful, cheeks flushed red from drinking.
Ogata glared at Usami but drank what was offered to him. What a waste of time. What a waste of alcohol. He was going to be sick.
Usami leaned against the other, fingers trailing down Ogata’s arm while he watched Ogata go from red to green back to red again. “You’re a horrible person to drink with. You know that?”
“You’re a horrible person.” Ogata replied without thinking and scrunched up his nose in disgust when Usami laughed a little too gleefully in response.
With a glance around the room, Usami felt like their companions were drunk enough not to pay attention to the two Superior Privates having their own conversation. “You know, I bet Tsurumi will be sooo~ proud when you finally win over Yuusaku. Don’t you think so?” His register lifted, the voice in Ogata’s ear sickly sweet and teasing.
“Mn.” Ogata said with his lips around the edge of his currently empty glass.
Usami’s eyes closed when he smiled. He had no interest in letting Ogata get close to the First Lieutenant, but if Tsurumi got his way, Tsurumi would be happy, and that’s all Usami wanted to see.
“Maybe…” Usami’s hand slid over Ogata’s chest and then down to settle over the other man’s stomach. “Take our dear brother out alone. Just the two of you.”
Ogata sluggishly focused his eyes on Usami’s face as he spoke and felt him up. “Do you ever shut up?” Ogata scoffed, pushing the glass back to the other for more booze. “And stop saying ‘our’, you’re being too familiar again, you bastard."
Usami laughed and poured them both another cup.
—
They were both drunk, really drunk, as they stumbled back towards the barracks. Ogata had puked in an alley, but neither of them mentioned it as they made it to the showers.
“You reek. You’ll get us in trouble.” Usami had a bit of a dark look in his eyes as he dragged Ogata towards a bath. “Come on, even piss drunk, you can take your uniform off, right?”
Ogata’s head felt heavy, but thankfully, Usami was as sturdy as a rock no matter how much booze he had, so Ogata just used him as a support as his hands sluggishly moved to strip off his clothes.
There was a little giggle that left Usami’s throat when Ogata’s body was exposed. He held the other at arms length to get a better look.
“Wh…what.” Ogata managed, brows furrowed as he tossed his shirt to the side. “Stop staring.”
Usami just grinned, and squeezed Ogata’s biceps, then touched his flat stomach. “You’re certainly built to be a sniper, are you sure you can even lift a rifle with those arms?” He scoffed and laughed again as Ogata attempted to push him away.
“Careful, if you fall here, you might break that delicate frame of yours." Usami left him on the edge of a basin of water, wrinkling his nose when more of the alcohol in Ogata’s stomach was thrown up.
Usami stripped and then grabbed a washcloth, not caring if the water was cold and murky, as he dunked the cloth and began to wash off the alcohol and vomit from Ogata’s chin. “Disgusting.” Usami was far from gentle while he worked, but aside from a few grunts of protest, Ogata stayed still and quiet.
Then it was Usami’s turn to wash up before they snuck back to the sleeping bays, and before he could even reach back into the water, Ogata reached for the cloth without thinking.
That earned a low, rough laugh from Usami. Far different from his light, purposefully irritating chortle. “What? We wash each other like lovers now?” He pulled the cloth back and washed himself off, shaking his head. “Stay where you are.”
The whole time, Ogata’s eyes trailed and wandered, drunkenly following the motions of Usami’s hands. Even if Usami was saying Ogata was weak just to insult him, it was more than apparent that Usami was stronger. His legs alone were visibly toned and heavier, a few moles dotting them, which Ogata’s eyes struggled to pull away from until Usami moved back to soak the cloth again.
No wonder Tsurumi sent him after those unlucky bastards who needed to learn a lesson. Ogata had seen those legs kick with enough force to knock molars loose and break ribs. It made his stomach churn but even when he turned his head to gag, his stomach was empty and it just left him feeling even shittier.
Usami looked down at him and shook his head. “You better not undo my hard work. Hm? Hyakunosuke?” He had seen Ogata staring at him with those dark eyes, but Usami was used to it. He knew his ass and waist cut a more feminine shape than most of the soldiers in the 7th. He knew what some men would do to get close to him, even at the risk of life and limb.
This wasn’t even the first time Ogata had gazed at him like this, but he had no interest in the drunk slob before him. Even if seeing Ogata get half hard despite being on the verge of throwing up did intrigue him.
Maybe another night.
They retired to the sleeping quarters without being noticed by anyone important, and Usami delighted in seeing how hungover and sickly Ogata looked the next morning.
—
They were being deployed in two weeks. How exciting. Usami had been growing restless ever since Tsurumi had fewer “jobs” for him to go out on while being distracted by the blooming war.
Which meant Ogata was also at his wits' end dealing with all of Usami’s pent-up aggression and energy.
He had already lost a fight last month over something he didn’t even remember by the time they were both dismissed from the infirmary. Tsurumi had to break up a fight himself when Ogata decided he had had enough and caught Usami in the arm with his utility knife.
That had not gone over well.
Still. After a few days, they would fall back in together. This awful little duo that would gladly bite each other's tongues out just as readily as they would kiss.
It wasn’t uncommon for either of them to get worked up and take it out on the other during a bit of roughhousing.
Ogata still remembers the time Usami came in his pants when Ogata managed to get the upper hand in a wrestling match, only to immediately have his head slammed into the floor when Usami took advantage of his obvious confusion.
Usami also knew Ogata’s body was quick to misunderstand aggressive contact as sexual if a few choice words were added into the mix.
Repression was a hell of a thing.
So that’s how they ended up here. Usami’s teeth sank into Ogata’s bicep until he tasted blood, while Ogata tried his best to keep Usami in a headlock.
It was like pinning down a rabid animal, and Ogata had to shove Usami away before the other ripped a chunk out of his firing arm. “You’re a beast.” He spat, staggering back, hand pressed to the wound.
“Oh ho~ don’t pretend that’s not my best quality.” Usami spat Ogata’s blood out onto the floor of the Warrant Officer’s office they had managed to barricade themselves in.
Ogata grit his teeth and dropped his hand to his side, clenching his fist. “If you plan on sabotaging my plans for Yuusaku for your own perverted gains, then just admit it. It’ll be easier to throw you under the bus for jealousy when he’s dead.”
That sickening laugh rang out again, not the jovial, teasing one Usami used around others, but the rough, throaty one that Ogata feared only he would ever hear if they kept this up. It was a sick laugh he knew men usually heard moments before their skulls were caved in by the nearest heavy object or heel of Usami’s boot.
“You know me better than that, Hyakunosuke~” Usami didn’t bother wiping his mouth as he settled into a low fighting stance. “We both know how much you want to be a good, loyal dog. Tsurumi promised to love you, right? Don’t you want that more than anything?” He let out an excited breath. “That’s all I crave in this stupid world. So I’ll take all the blame I can get.” After that, he lunged forward, wound tight like a spring.
A punch connected with Ogata’s cheekbone, even with a solid attempt at dodging, and Ogata reeled back as his head hit the door. He was still with it and pushed away at the last moment before Usami’s next punch could land, and instead, it struck squarely on the solid wood door.
There was a sickening crunch of bone in Usami’s hand, but he wasn’t phased. Hot air was forced from behind his teeth before he spoke again. “Come on now, sit still like a good boy.”
Ogata went low and quickly got some distance between the two of them in the small office. Then he picked up a letter opener from the desk and brandished it.
“Hah. Finally, you look good when you get serious in a fight.” Usami shrugged off his uniform jacket and tossed his hat aside.
The compliment made his eye twitch, so he tried his best to ignore it as they came to blows yet again.
Ogata’s back hit the side of the heavy wooden desk in the middle of the room as they tumbled to the ground, and Usami laughed in his face when it was clear it had knocked the wind out of him. “Aw, come on, weren’t you going to use this against me?” Usami waved the letter opener in Ogata’s face since he had almost instantly wrestled it out of Ogata’s grip. “Or are you too distracted by the leg pressed up against you like this?” Usami adjusted how he had Ogata pinned to the ground, his knee pressed in awkwardly against Ogata’s groin, and chuckled.
“Fuck- off-“ Ogata grit his teeth and head butt Usami since that was what he could still move in this position.
Usami recoiled, feeling blood roll down from his eyebrow, sticky on his long lashes.
Ogata managed to roll them over, knee on Usami’s stomach, both of them stuck between the desk and the cabinets of the little office. He swung his fist down, but Usami was faster and caught Ogata’s fist with the hand that held the letter opener, which was blunt on one side but still broke skin where it blocked the punch between two of Ogata’s knuckles.
“Do you ever shut up?” Ogata let out a rough breath, spitting blood out onto the floor next to Usami’s head.
Grimacing, Usami shoved Ogata off him, who just slumped to the floor in the opposite direction. They both stared up at the ceiling for a moment, then Usami grunted as he sat up. When had Ogata cut him on his side? It didn’t matter; it was barely deep enough to bleed. “When are you going to learn not to be such a pig? I’d ask who raised you, but I unfortunately already know the answer.”
Ogata didn’t care much about insults to his manners, so he didn’t even bother reacting as he rolled onto his side and nursed his badly injured hand.
There was a knock on the door, and Usami got up to answer it as casually as if he and Ogata had just been having a meeting. His uniform shirt was ripped and bloodied at this point, and his face was a bit of a mess.
“Oh. Warrant Officer Kikuta. You don’t mind us using your office, do you?”
Usami’s grin was playful and sweet, even as Kikuta pushed him aside a bit warily and looked around for Ogata. “I’m getting tired of you two being at each other's throats.” Kikuta crouched to check on Ogata, who just pushed his hand away and wobbled to his feet. "At least you had the mind to fight away from the rest of the division. The First Lieutenant is already displeased with you lowering everyone’s morale with these petty fights. Report to him before going to the infirmary. Both of you.” Kikuta shot a look at Usami pointedly.
Ogata let out a rough “haha” then pushed past both of them to go get his hand looked at.
—
It had been Ogata’s last chance to win over Yuusaku before they were on the front lines. After avoiding his half-brother like the plague ever since their first “chance encounter” at the bar after Ogata had been promoted.
Yuusaku had so willingly followed him to the brothel, sat with him, drank with him, but left Ogata alone with the bitter taste of defeat in his mouth. Only to have salt rubbed in the wound when Tsurumi had come to personally check on his progress.
So he had dismissed the women from the room and finished his bottle of sake before storming off in search of the only means of venting his frustration he knew worked.
Usami was one bar over, waiting to hear good news from Ogata, but the second he saw the look in the sniper’s usually emotionless face, he knew they wouldn’t be sharing this wine in celebration. He stood and grabbed Ogata by the collar and held him up by it. “You blew it, hunh?” He laughed and shook Ogata a little. “It’s that horrible face of yours, you know.” Usami looked at Ogata, noticing one of the buttons of his dress shirt was not done up completely. “Oh? Were we interrupted?” Usami’s voice quickly lifted into that playful register.
“Do something about it then.” Ogata grabbed the wrist of the hand holding his collar. “Fucker…” He was too caught up in his head to even think about fighting. What had he come to Usami for then? The thought chilled him to the core, but he was here already, and he didn’t care. Another trip to the infirmary would be better than just walking back to the barracks with his tail between his legs.
“Hah. You want me to do what? Punch you? Like this?” Usami shook his head. “You don’t even care anymore, do you. Pathetic.” He glanced around, then dragged Ogata off to one of the private rooms they used for entertaining higher-ranking officials. He told the waitstaff not to bother them as he all but tossed Ogata inside onto the floor.
“You’ve barely recovered after our last argument; you think you’ll survive fighting me like this?” Usami had an intense look in his wide eyes, jaw clenched. “Go on then, if you want to feel something so bad, spread your legs. I’ll finish what that geisha started, hmm?” Usami’s voice was a hiss, shedding his jacket and rolling his shoulders.
Ogata shifted where he was crumpled on the tatami floor and let his legs fall open with an arm thrown over his face. It was an admittance of defeat, and they both knew it. No matter how heated they got, it never turned intimate. Partly out of mutual disgust for the other, partly because they both knew it was that line they weren’t supposed to cross. Both as soldiers and… and… god, Ogata didn’t even know what Usami was to him anymore, and that was just as frustrating as everything else.
Usami knelt between Ogata’s legs, one hand on the other’s stomach for balance as he leaned over to pry Ogata’s arm away and get a look at his face. He could smell alcohol, sure, but the eyes that glared up at him were steady, just as pitch black and unmoving as always. “You’re not drunk enough for this.”
Ogata felt a nervous bubble of laughter almost make its way out of his throat. But he swallowed it down and dragged his eyes away to look at the ceiling instead of Usami’s stupid, good-looking face that Ogata hated. “Whatever.” He scoffed, moving to close his legs, but the hand on his stomach moved to hold down one of his inner thighs.
“You aren’t just calling my bluff then, Hyakunosuke~?” Usami squeezed the slender thigh in his grip and dropped his mouth to Ogata’s jaw. “So obedient. Is that what you want me to say? Praise you because the First Lieutenant didn’t?” Usami laughed, and his free hand undid the buttons of Ogata’s shirt and smoothed his slender fingers underneath to feel up Ogata’s chest.
Ogata just huffed and went back to covering his face with his arm. This time, Usami didn’t move it away, focusing instead on the access he had been given to Ogata’s body.
“Must have been starving for this,” Usami said quietly, drawing attention to how Ogata’s body pressed into Usami’s hands whenever they strayed a little too far away.
“Fuck off-“ Ogata yelped when Usami’s nails scratched into his ribs, making goosebumps race down his back and arms. “H-hah… you prick.” Ogata turned his head to fully hide it in the crook of his elbow. “I’m not in the mood for that. Not right now. I’m not some freak for pain like you are.”
Usami had to relent to such a cute plea for mercy. “All you had to do was say please.” He mumbled, undoing Ogata’s belt and the front of his pants. With the other's stomach fully bare and exposed, Usami felt a deep, ugly sense of pride that he was the one whom Ogata was baring his guts to.
Usami wouldn’t be caught dead like this in front of any man who wasn’t Tsurumi. That thought alone made his excitement stir, and his hands and mouth continued along Ogata’s skin.
“Are you done ogling? I can’t imagine what perverted things you’re imagining right now with a look like that, so hurry up and get it over with.” Ogata scoffed, having peeked out from below his arm just to see Usami lost in deep contemplation as he tore Ogata’s clothes off. “Or are you trying to remember how to pleasure another person that isn’t Lieutenant Tsurumi?” He added with a cruel smile.
A vein bulged across Usami’s temple, and he roughly flipped Ogata over and pulled his pants off completely, tossing them aside, one pant leg still caught over Ogata’s shoe. “Don’t talk about him with your ass in the air like this, it’s improper.” Usami undid Ogata’s fundoshi and moved it to hang off the other's leg.
Fuck… he felt so exposed right now. Hanging half hard between his spread thighs, the rough tatami was already scratching up his knees with each readjustment. Ogata forced himself to keep breathing, forehead resting on his forearm. He wouldn’t give Usami the satisfaction of making any-
Ogata let out a throaty moan, startled by the hands suddenly wrapped around him.
“Oh my my… such an embarrassing sound~” Usami laughed at him, hand stroking Ogata between his legs until he was hard, his other hand squeezing Ogata’s balls.
Ogata clamped his mouth shut. He just hadn’t expected Usami to bother even getting him off, readying himself for Usami to use him and leave. Bastard. That felt good- too good… damn it. Ogata’s thighs trembled, Usami’s squeezing often bordered on painfully tight, but it had Ogata leaking precum all over himself.
Usami made a little delighted sound when Ogata’s hips pressed down into his hand. “Feels good, Superior Private Ogata? You like being milked like this?” Usami’s voice gave away exactly how entertained he was by all this. “Go ahead, I can see you want to fuck my hand. I’ll let you, because you look so cute like this-“
God, what a turn-off. Ogata ignored Usami’s stupid, dirty talk and chased his own pleasure while he was able to. He shamelessly thrust into Usami’s hand and shut his eyes, trying to picture literally anything other than the situation he was currently in.
However, it seemed whenever he found a little fantasy to tuck into, Usami’s stupid smiling face would worm its way back into Ogata’s mind.
“Ugh! Just shut up already!” Ogata snapped, looking at Usami over his shoulder.
That was a mistake.
Usami’s face was darkly flushed, a heat in his eyes Ogata had never seen before. Even with one hand still around Ogata’s length, Usami was languidly jerking himself off. Usami’s gaze was completely transfixed on Ogata’s rear, drool being licked off his bottom lip before it spilled down his chin. The wave of filth coming from Usami’s mouth just seemed the be a stream of consciousness at this point. Talking for the sake of talking while he got off to the sight of Ogata before him.
Fuck.
Ogata had never seen anyone look at him like that before, and with another thrust into Usami’s hand, he came with a strangled, rather embarrassed groan. Looking away to hide his face in the crook of his elbow again, Ogata readied himself for ridicule or any other snide remark to humiliate him further.
“Damn…” Usami let out a little breathy chuckle, pulling his hand off Ogata’s cock when the other was soft. “That was hot.” Was all Usami breathed out before he spread Ogata’s cum around on his fingers and then pressed them against Ogata’s hole.
Ogata flinched, but this is what he had wanted in the first place. Feeling warm spit land between his cheeks, Ogata cringed a little before one of Usami’s fingers pushed its way inside. It still stung, but it was bearable after a few moments. The same pressure and pain came in waves as Usami added a second finger without warning.
Was he actually bothering to open him up?
Ogata didn’t want to dwell on it. It was probably just so Usami didn’t hurt himself when he pushed in. Surely. Ogata was sensitive from his recent orgasm, and let out a few accidental whines and gasps while he was stretched. A feeble and failed attempt at keeping some sense of pride with his ass up in the air like this in front of such a perverted man.
Then Usami shifted, and Ogata braced himself. He knew Usami was no bigger than he was, really, so it wouldn’t be as painful as-
Usami’s tongue pressed inside between his fingers, and Ogata moaned, loud and not at all muffled by his arm.
It was hard to think. There’s no reason this should feel good, but Ogata couldn’t think of any reason for anything at the moment, so it didn’t matter.
Eventually, Usami pulled his two fingers out of Ogata and was only using his tongue. He was still jerking off, those slow, lazy strokes making it clear he was in no rush to end this. Ogata’s sweat smelled good and even the cum he was essentially cleaning out of him tasted good and worked Usami up even more. He would pull back for a few moments to breathe, but didn’t let up on Ogata’s asshole until the other was loose and eagerly pushing back onto Usami’s face for more. Heh.
Finally, Usami pulled back with a self-satisfying grin on his face and licked his lips clean. “Fuck, I’m so hard right now.” He laughed in disbelief, then raised up to his knees. Spitting onto his own length, Usami rubbed his cock between Ogata’s cheeks for a little while, admiring his handiwork.
Ogata didn’t get a warning when Usami decided to finally press the head of his cock in, but that seemed to fit with everything else tonight. Ogata hadn’t had any plan when coming here, so why bother being demanding now? He grunted, but with all the prep that had been done, most of Usami’s girth went in without resistance. Ogata felt the stretch return towards the base, but at this point, it felt so good, and Ogata breathed out a weak moan.
“I could get used to seeing this.” Usami’s voice was delighted, and Ogata had unfortunately no trouble picturing the shit-eating grin on his face as he rutted into Ogata steadily. “Feels way better than the other whore’s here. Ever consider a career change?”
Ogata grit his teeth. If he was on his back, he would have punched that stupid comment right out of Usami’s mouth, regardless of the dick moving inside him. He heard Usami let out a little grunt, then one hand was grabbing Ogata’s hip, the other pushing down on Ogata’s lower back. Then Usami really started to move.
There was little build-up from Usami’s shallow rutting to the brutal pace he set into. Ogata had expected nothing less from a man whose legs and hips were perfectly sculpted killing machines. Without any prep, Ogata would have been in agony right now, but instead Ogata was being fucked out of his mind and he was loving every second of it.
Usami was hunched over Ogata, both hands needed to hold Ogata’s slim waist to keep him in place. He was freely drooling onto Ogata’s back, eyes squeezed shut with focus. He was fully jackhammering into Ogata, who was keening and gasping openly now. Every noise just turned Usami on more, and he was soon lost to it, his toes curling in his shoes, sweat on his brow.
It was brutal, Ogata occasionally wincing when his bare knees were dragged against the floor, but at the same time, he would be lying to himself if he wasn’t tempted to cry out for more. Even as Usami’s nails broke the skin on his hips. Even as Ogata felt teeth bury themselves into his shoulder. His eyes rolled back, quivering as he came untouched from how intense everything was.
Usami didn’t even notice the other’s orgasm, his pace unwavering. He did notice, however, the tang of metal in his mouth, and he released the hold on Ogata’s shoulder, taking in a few lungfuls of air to clear his head. His eyes opened blearily, looking down at Ogata through his long eyelashes.
Back arched, Ogata had one hand gripping the back of his own head and the other arm extended and desperately clawing at the tatami. He was shamelessly letting Usami know just how good this felt with every breathy moan and sob of pleasure.
It made Usami’s guts twist up in a funny way, and he didn’t last another minute before dropping his head between Ogata’s shoulder blades and holding their hips flush against each other as he came inside Ogata with a grunt and breathy whinny.
Ogata ignored that particular sound he heard, fully trembling as he felt Usami finish deep inside him. How filthy… why did it feel so good? Fuck, Ogata felt dizzy and too hot everywhere but luckily, Usami didnt stay pressed against him for too long and rolled off Ogata onto the floor.
His ass felt empty and sore, but nothing compared to the stinging ache in Ogata’s knees.
“Haha… you’re a good lay, Ogata. We should do this again sometime.” Usami laughed quietly, catching his breath as he looked up at the ceiling. “Maybe you should feel sorry for yourself more often. Works just fine for me. Making you look so fucking desperate for my cock-”
Ogata sat up, then reached over to slap Usami across that stupidly smug face of his as hard as his jelly-arms could manage. “Do you ever just shut up?” Ogata flinched as he moved, feeling cum leak out of him onto the floor. He felt so gross and sore and still just tipsy enough to make his head spin.
That earned a loud laugh from Usami, who sat up and rubbed the red spot on his cheek. “Alright, alright, whatever.” He mumbled, still fully dressed except for his spent cock hanging out of his pants like a pervert. Usami reached over and grabbed the unravelled fabric of Ogata’s fundoshi and cleaned himself off before Ogata snatched it away. “Oh, don’t be like that, you’re already going to have a stain when you get dressed again.” Usami scoffed and then tucked himself back into his pants and fixed his belt as he stood up.
Looking down at Ogata, he felt a mix of pride and want bubble in his chest, then he moved to help gather all the clothing he had torn off Ogata earlier.
“Fuck off, Don’t try and be chivalrous after-”
Usami cut him off by tossing the other's jacket into Ogata’s face. “Shut up and get dressed.” He said with an annoyed huff. “I don’t care about your wounded pride.”
Ogata just sneered at him but sluggishly got dressed, cringing at the pain in his limbs and how the sweat and cum made his clothes cling to his skin. He needed a bath, a private one, where he could clean himself out away from the prying eyes of other soldiers.
That’s the last thing he needed, letting the horny masses think he was a free hole to use a week before they got sent to the trenches.
Ogata begrudgingly let Usami support him for a moment before he found his footing, then they both walked back to the barracks in complete silence.
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It was a small miracle that Usami was so fond of keeping secrets, that the incident wasn't ever brought up again, other than Usami lamenting about needing to go back to that one brothel whenever he was pent up. Ogata just ignored him and tried to focus on his own issues.
Even after the war, they seemed to stay civil, too busy with separate tasks and scurrying around for the gold to take any frustrations out on each other.
That was until Ogata hit Usami in the face with a bedpan, and then it seemed all bets were off.