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Ding dong, bing bong.
“Quickly, quickly!” The bear's high-pitched voice sounded out, jolting Hajime out of bed. He swore he’d only just managed to close his eyes, so it couldn’t have already been morning. Right?
“Hajime, to the pharmacy! Quickly, quickly! He’s gonna die! Hajime! Wake up!” Die? Who? What the fuck? “Stop being a lazy bum and get to the pharmacy, dammit! Jeez, kids are so lazy these days... Oh, and everyone else too, I guess. I’ll be waiting!”
Without much thought, Hajime ran out of his cabin before the bear could even finish his sentence— not that it mattered. The monitors were blaring loudly across the central island, and Hajime was positive that they were just as loud anywhere else.
He’d been right, it couldn’t have been later than maybe three am, the stars still twinkling mockingly at him. Just after Peko was slaughtered, after Fuyuhiko had nearly been killed, after Mahiru—no. He couldn’t think about that. He felt his shoes hitting the ground at an insane speed, the cold night air on his chest. He hadn’t had any time to properly dress himself, not with another threat of death looming over him.
“Yo, Hajime!” Kazuichi called out to him from behind, by the sounds of it also in a sprint. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Do I look like I fucking know, man?” Hajime swore, finally managing to reach the second island, heart pounding in his chest.
“The void beckons only Hajime to its call..tch, what punishment awaits this mortal?”
Gundham had no idea either, clearly.
“Hurry up, guys! We can’t let anyone else get hurt!” Akane said, calling from way ahead. Of course she’d beat them there, the rest of the class slowly catching up to Hajime’s lead, which was now in sight of the pharmacy.
Why him? What did the damn pharmacy have to do with him? Was he being framed? By a friend? Already? When Peko and Marhiu died not even a full day ago?
Outside the pharmacy, the little black and white bear stood, his paws covering his mouth in an amused fashion. “Ah! Hajime! You’re just in time! C’mon, c’mon!” Monokuma beckoned him closer, and that gave Hajime all the reason to stop in front of the doorway where the fuckass bear stood.
“What? Monokuma, what the hell is going on?”
“Wellll, why don’t you come in and see? Or are you waiting for everyone to get here? Oh Hajime, you’re so sick! This has to be for your eyes only, phuhu! So scandalous..”
“You told everyone to come here!”
“And? It’s not like I can stop them. You kids sure are nosey, and perverts, might I add!”
The rest of the class began to pile behind Hajime, cautious and just as confused. They didn’t know whether to support Hajime or fear him. What if it was another body?
“But uhmm, you really should go inside now. He is gonna die soon if you don’t, and since you’re aware…phuhuhuuhuhuhuuuu, that’s right! You’ll be a blackened!” Monokuma shot his paws up in a growl like he so often did, and then vanished into the pharmacy, Hajime assumed, even though the door didn’t move.
“Well, shit for brains? Open it!” Hiyoko said, while actively standing the furthest from the pharmacy door.
“I just,” Hajime stalled for a second. “He said only I should go in. But if whoever is in there is dead, then…”
“Right, you’ll be the main suspect,” Chiaki spoke up, somehow coherent. Hajime briefly wondered if she had slept at all, or if she was playing games. “Right. I’ll go in with you.”
“I will accompany you as well,” Sonia said, holding her hand out. “No one dares to defy the words of a princess. I will vouch for your innocence.”
‘Then I’ll—”
“Kazuichi,” Sonia said, turning her head away. “Nothing out of you. This matter is serious. Gundham, if you would please guard the door…”
“Heh… instilling the Four Dark Devas of Destruction to guard this body of chaos… very well, I shall slay all those who dare enter the path of archaic elixirs!”
With that, Hajime took a shaky breath, and pushed the doors open.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. Honestly, as sick as it was, he probably could have handled seeing another bludgeoned, bloody corpse than the sight of Nagito on the floor, covered in sweat, his pants soiled as he writhed in what could have been pain or pleasure.
A sick feeling took hold of Hajime as he looked down on the other boy, unsure of what to do. How in the world was this his problem? Why not Mikan?
“N-Nagito…?” Hajime said softly, daring to step slightly closer to the boy. Upon hearing his voice, Nagito cracked open his eyes, a manic look to them like Hajime had not seen before. He was not enjoying it.
“Ah, Hajime!” Nagito smiled, trying to sit up, but failing horribly. “You’re too kind! You’ve come to see me off to my death!”
“Wha..? Mono- Monokuma! Get back here!” Hajime yelled, his voice reaching a new level of panic.
Chiaki inched closer to Nagito, squatting down. She gently touched his forehead, and immediately drew her hand back, “Hajime, he’s burning. Badly.”
“It’s my love! My love for Hajime’s hope! It’s taking over my—”
“Monokuma!” Hajime backed up slightly, as the girls began to question Ngaito.
“Jeez, what? I heard ya the first time,” Monokuma appeared suddenly with a coffee in paw. “It’s gonna be a long day today, alright? Just wanted to make some damn coffee..”
“What the fuck is happening to him?”
“Hm? Oh, that?” Monokuma tilted his head. “Honestly, I’m not even sure. He took a pill I’d been working on for a motive, a crush pill, I guess, but it was a big fat failure! Messed with the system's libido or whatever. I wouldn't know anything about that. I’m a bear!”
“Huh?” Sonia said from her place near Nagito, trying to take off his jacket as Chiaki held him up, but for some reason the boy wouldn’t let them, even if it was literally burning him alive, “Monokuma… did you say libido?”
“Phuhuhuhu! That I did! Why, you wanna take one? Have Gundham do to you what you do—”
“That is quite enough!” Sonia demanded in her regal voice, and it somehow did the job. “Do not dissuade the subject! Has Komaeda here consumed a pill that spikes libido?”
“And crush? What the hell do you mean crush?” Hajime demanded. The walls seemed to be closing in as he put the pieces together in his mind, painstakingly so, and completely against his will. He wanted to be completely wrong. His fists balled up at his sides.
“Hajime…” Chiaki said quietly, a frown on her face. It was too late. They all already knew it.
“Oh?” Monokuma loudly sipped his coffee. “Oh, oh oh oh oh? Did you figure it out? That’s RIGHT! You have to bone him, AHHHAHHHAHAH! His body’s libido rises in response to the depth of his crush— now, when I was making it, I was trying to tweak possessiveness levels to drive someone to commit a jealous murder, but you humans and your damn hormones and neurotransmitters are so confusing!” Monokuma glared at them like it was their fault.
“Ugh, so instead it linked dopamine and sex stuff together, and without the hit of dopamine from their crush their body begins to believe they have been rejected! You ever heard of ‘die of heartbreak’, well…” the bear pointed to Ngaito on the ground, who had been silent for the entire time, only mumbling things so soft Hajime couldn’t hear them.
“And he’ll die? For sure?”
“Well, in his case, yes. I won’t bore you with the details, but our Nagito over here suffers from chronic illnesses! If he were normal, he’d have been dead years ago! With his luck, though.. I’d give him maybe an hour. Two, tops. Phuhu, tops. So, you gonna top, Hajime?”
“Shut the fuck—” Hajime wasn’t aware he was about to punch the bear until Chiaki stood up and pushed him back.
“Hajime, stop it. Look… I know it's really really bad, but… I don’t want either of you to die.”
“It is very… unfortunate, but you must look on the bright side! You can save him, Hajime!” Sonia said, still holding Nagito upright with extreme concern written all over her face.
“Don’t bother…” Nagito said. “Someone as worthless as me shouldn’t be given such kindness. Monokuma, I took the pill myself, so can’t it be a suicide?”
“No-can-do! You see, Hajime here is now aware that he can save you! If he doesn’t, it's like he killed you himself! Like if Mikan knew how to dress a wound and had the materials but still let you bleed out. Same concept!”
“I shouldn’t even count as a huma—”
“Nagito, shut up!” Hajime said, running a stressed hand through his hair. Fuck. He had to do this. Fuck. “Listen, Monokuma, I’ll make you a deal.”
“Hmmmm?”
“I’ll do it… If you give me a private space. No damn cameras. No monitors.”
“Why would I agree to that? What if you murder him!”
“Then I’m the only suspect! It’d be a boring trial, right? It’d be over in.. honestly, maybe five minutes. Either way, only I could have done it if you don’t give me this privacy. Of course, someone else could try and kill him, but if the cause of death doesn’t match what the three of us know to be true, then I’ll know I’ve been framed. And of course, in trial, you’ll have to vouch for that, to be fully fair,” he bitterly spat out. “Besides, don’t you live for our relationships being strained? Both him and I being alive after… afterwards would be full of fucking despair.”
“Hphm. Fine. I mean, I was gonna do that anyway, but gooooood effort! Alright then, bring Nagito and follow me!”
Hajime sighed, turning to look at the boy on the floor. He was bright red and clammy. He was in such a pitiful state that Hajime almost felt bad for him. And what was the business with him already being chronically ill? For a lucky student, his luck was fucked.
Nagito just shyly smiled up at him, his white hair wild and his eyes blown wide. He already looked fucked out and Hajime had hardly even adressed him yet. It wasn’t his fault his cheeks got red.
“Can you walk?”
“...No.”
“Jesus fucking—” Hajime pinched his nose. He walked over and squatted down. “Just get on my back, man.”
“Ha-Hajime-kun, are you sure?” Came the breathless reply. “Me, so close to-”
“Just get on my fucking back, Nagito! Stop being weird.”
His bone-y hands finally wrapped themselves around Hajime’s neck, and once the boy was properly on his back and legs lopped through his arms, he stood with no issue at all. How fragile was Nagito? How… sick was he?
Hajime couldn’t afford to think about that.
“Just one second, Monokuma.”
“What now? God, you’re SO ANNOYING! What, what, hurry up!”
“Do I have to go all the way? With him?” Hajime said, his entire body flushing at the thought of it, the fact he even had to ask.
“Yeah! In the original plan, jealousy was supposed to consume you until you either got with your crush, or! you killed someone. Since this deals with libido and a crush, I’m one hundred percent positive you will have to put your—”
“Okay, okay okay,” Hajime cut him off. “You peep a word about any of this…” Hajime glared, not only at Monokuma’s, but to the two girls beside him.
“We won’t, we swear! And, if you don’t mind, please refrain from… mentioning Monokuma’s comment earlier…” Sonia said, slightly bashful.
“Yeah,” Hajime pushed Nagito up slightly to get a better grip, and as he did, he felt something bone-y and warm on his back. Nagito must’ve felt him tense up, because he leaned into his ear and whispered,
“I’m so sorry, Hajime. If you want to throw me away like trash—”
“We can talk later. Monokuma,” Hajime jerked his head towards the door.
“You ready? Greeeeaat!”
Without any warning, Monokuma pushed open the door (it was weird to watch something so little do that) and Hajime faced his classmates.
“Of course it’s Nagito,” Kazuichi said, scoffing. “What now? What do ya hafta do, bro?”
“It’s nothing, really,” Hajime lied quickly. “Some bioengineered bullshit. It’s like a…” He looked back to Chiaki for help.
“Friendship disease, I think,” she said, looking bored. “It makes you crave the comfort of who you trust the most for at least a day or so. All the time.” She yawned.
“Then why’d you call all of us here, you good for nothing mitchmatched whore? You totally could’ve just popped into Hajime’s room!”
“It’s still a motive,” Chiaki held up a lazy finger. “If Hajime didn’t want to spend the next two days basically tied to Nagito, it would have killed Nagito, and would be his fault. To be fair, everyone has to know this.”
“S-s-should I come t-t-too? To- to monitor h-h-his levels?” Mikan rubbed her hands together, no doubt trying to observe Nagito’s levels from his place on Hajime’s back.
“No,” Nagito said, clutching onto Hajime with some hidden strength. “I don’t want anyone else there. To burden more Ultimates with my stupidity…”
“Yo,” Ibuki perked up for the first time, holding in a barely contained laugh. “THIS SHIT LOWKEY GAYYYY!”
“Phuhuhu, you think so too?” Monokuma blushed, putting up his free paw to cover his mouth, as if that would make him any less loud. “I don’t know if Hajime knows yet or not.”
“Whaaaaat, really? He totally is into pretty boys! He’d never let Souda do any of that!” Ibuki laughed. Kazuichi scowled at the indirect comment of calling him ugly.
“Alright, enough,” Hajime said, clipped and tense, and it somehow seemed to make the commotion calm down. He found that happened often, especially when he was angry or the situation was dire, it was him who was raising his voice. “Since Nagito wants to be… alone or whatever, Monokuma is taking us somewhere. If anything happens while we’re gone…well, don’t let anything happen. I guess we’ll be gone for a day or so.”
“Aye aye, Captain! Captain… GAYYY!” Ibuki laughed once more before she ran off, being chased by an annoyed Hiyoko.
Kazuichi gave Hajime a sympathetic look, “Man, I’ll be praying for you. Please don’t get murdered.”
“I highly doubt Nagito of all people is gonna murder him,” Akane said, a finger digging in her ear. “I mean, he’s sick because he’s obsessed with Hajime or whatever. Same with hope and whatnot. I dunno, my gut says it’s fine.”
“Yeah, well, let’s find out. Monokuma, lead the way.”
“Oooh, you’re being so assertive! Nagito, how is that making you feel?”
“Nagito, do not answer that. Fucking go, Monokuma.”
“Alright, alright, jeez! You’re so uptight!” Monokuma stomped away, looking like an sulking, overdramatic child. Hajime had never had the urge to step and smash a child's head against the rocks before, though, so maybe not. He glanced back at Chiaki and Sonia once, both of them giving him small thumbs up and supportive smiles. He tried his best to not make his face foul, but he knew it failed.
As he walked away, he could hear Akane and Kazuichi talking.
“You think it’s a sex thing?” She asked bluntly.
“Yeah, probably. At least he’s pretty.”
At some point, Monokuma forced a blindfold on the both of them, and Hajime felt the sting of the cold sea water on his bare chest as they were being transferred by boat somewhere. Hajime hadn’t even thought that was allowed.
Nagito had refused to let go of Hajime, instead wrapping his arms tightly around Hajime, tracing small circles into his shoulders. If he wasn’t so fucking cold, he probably would have pushed him off, but he couldn’t deny the warmth was better than nothing.
Hajime had always thought Nagito was a captivating creature, even after he revealed he was batshit crazy. His cloud-like hair fell around his shoulders, his pale skin betrayed every flush he felt, or how he would sometimes burn on the beach. It was such a contrast to his own skin— tanned, rough, and slightly scarred. Hajime was always an active kid, still was active, before he’d been thrown into this sick version of hell. His hands were calloused and his face was not the beautiful, smoothed marble Nagito’s was somehow.
And, even when he revealed his true colors in that sickening trial, Hajime found that he could not push the guy away. He could not throw him out like the trash he claimed to be. He was insane or extremely mentally ill, sure, but there was something there. Something Hajime wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to place, but it had him going to feed Nagito in the mornings (the next time he did, he put the food slightly closer before he left), or wondering what he was doing, or why he did such a thing, or if the first version of Nagito he met was really just…all a lie.
The boat slowed. Monokuma instructed him on how to get out of the boat. He walked another two or so minutes. Then, mercifully, after entering a building, Hajime was told he could take off his blindfold.
He went to, but he felt slim fingers do it for him, and froze for a moment, hesitantly sliding his one free hand back into place until Nagito’s leg.
The room didn’t look all too different from the regular cabins, only it was a lot bigger, had books stacked on the shelves, and a small kitchen.
“Sex toys and related items are in the first drawer! Since Chiaki did that little lie, I’m extending your stay! So food is in the fridge, enough for… two or three days!” Monokuma said happily, but he began to pant a bit. “My my, it’s almost time! Are you ready, Hajime? It’sssssss FUCK OR DIE TIME! AHHHAHAHAHHAHA!”
Monokuma disappeared.
Hajime gulped, the reality of it all finally settling in.
Between the time it took to get to the island, finding Nagito, the diagnosis, the stupid conversation… it had to have been thirty minutes. If Hajime didn’t get started soon, the warm body that was pressed on his back would be cold. And it would be his fault.
And he’d die, too, but for some reason that really wasn’t as important as the weight of murdering someone.
Hajime gently set Nagito down on the bed before standing up, looking through the drawer Monokuma had said that would hold… things he might need. He wasn’t an expert on gay sex, or any sex in general as far as he could remember, but he knew that you had to open a person up.
As he rustled through the drawer, Nagito finally spoke.
“I… I truly am sorry, Hajime. I didn’t mean to burden you with this… just my luck,” he held himself and as Hajime looked back, he looked incredibly flushed and overheated. He definitely had to get out of his clothes.
“It’s fine,” Hajime found himself saying, lube and condoms being carelessly thrown onto the bed, stalking over to Nagito. “You need to take these off. Why didn’t you let—”
“I don’t want anyone else to see me like this. It… can only be you.”
“Nagito, what? You’re burning up, probably a fever of only fuck knows what,” Hajime felt his frustration rise at the stubbornness of the boy in front of him, but only stalked closer, motioning for Nagito to take off his coat. Surprisingly, he did so with no back talk. He must've felt really sick.
He’d seen his body before, they all had, the first day at the beach, so Hajime really had no idea why Nagito was so touchy about it all of a sudden, but after about three seconds he could see why. Over his arms were thin, barely healed lines that definitely weren’t there before. Hajime looked up at him.
“Dude. What are these for?”
“My nails have gotten quite long… and I…” Nagito looked away from Hajime. “It’s nothing, really, just an accident. But you shouldn’t worry about a pathetic—”
“Will you shut up? You’re-” Hajime also looked away. “You’re not worthless, alright? No one is. No one should be doing this to themselves.”
“You’re too kind, Hajime!” Nagito borderline moaned, hugging himself. “I hate it. You’re too easy to fall for…”
“Yeah…okay,” Hajime said slowly, gulping. The fuck?
“Even now, you’re doing something so horrible and detestable for the sake of another!”
“What makes you think that?”
“I know you, Hajime,” Nagito said, somehow finding the strength to crawl closer to him. “You’d let yourself die if it meant saving the others. You’re just.. so good. You’re so hopeful.”
Hajime fought to not back up.
“Look, Nagito, I didn’t know you… felt that way, but it’s important to this sickness or whatever. What… what do you want me to do?”
“Hm? What do you mean?” Nagito tilted his head, his eyes wide. It was unfair that he looked cute when he did it.
“Well it’s about your c— your crush,” he stuttered out. “Uhm. Pleasing you. And like dopamine or whatever. You’re really sick, so I figured we should do whatever you want the most, to get the sickness out quickly—”
“Oh! Well, then, I want you to use me however you see fit!”
Hajime nearly choked on his own spit.
“What?”
“You heard me, Hajime,” Nagito said, the fever making him delirious and bold. Hajime felt wrong indulging in this behavior with someone who was clearly sick, but then again, he was so sick because he liked Hajime this much. That was… still too much for Hajime to wrap his head around.
Nagito placed a warm, slim hand on Hajime’s chest, gentle and hesitant, like he was breaking every law of physics.
“I want you to do whatever you want to do. Break me. Kiss me. Whatever you want.”
Hajime couldn’t help but begin to get hot at those words, glancing down at the gentle traces Nagito was weaving in and out of the groves of his ab outlines. It felt like electricity, if somehow it could be soft and controlled and…comfortable?
“Just…” he had to control his breathing. Against his will, he was hardening, and embarrassingly fast. “You’ve, uh, thought about me before, right?”
If he wasn’t already red, he was sure Nagito would have blushed like mad. “Of course I have, Hajime.”
“Then, uhm, tell me. About that. What I do. Yeah.” Hajime cursed himself for how he couldn’t think right, couldn’t form his words properly, but Nagito wasn’t making it easy, either. It was like he knew how pretty he was, and he was using his stupid, sensual voice he liked to use when he wanted Hajime to slip up on something.
“Hmm, well,” Nagito looked at him. “Usually, you kiss me first. For a long time. I don’t know why, but you seem to like it a lot. Sometimes you let me take control for a little, but never for long, but you’re just so strong and so you force me onto the bed or onto your lap— or last time it was the kitchen—”
Hajime could not stand to hear him any longer. Despite the fact he could not really recall ever kissing anyone ever in his life, he felt slightly confident with it, and grabbed the boy’s face, bringing him in and shutting him up more effectively than anything else he’d tried.
Nagito was extremely eager, immediately grabbing onto Hajime’s face, matching his pace perfectly. Honestly, it felt natural, extremely natural, and nearly… familiar, somehow. Just as Hajime thought about putting his tongue in, Nagito was opening his mouth to let him in. Hajime somehow knew that Nagito wanted his hands running up and down his back from the inside of his shirt, he knew that Nagito liked to be marked up. He just did. He’d figure out the headache later, because regaining memories was always a headache, but right now he had to make sure Nagito didn’t fucking die.
Nagito was right, it seemed. Without even realizing it, Hajime was picking him up without much thought, placing the boy in his lap, all without breaking the kiss. Their lengths brushed for a second, and Nagito immediately moaned into his mouth, losing his rhythm momentarily, and Hajime took it as a chance to break apart and breathe, looking down at their hardened lengths.
Hajime’s was much more prominent in his basic pajama pants, but Nagito’s was constricted, and seemed painful. Still, Monokuma had said Nagito’s luck could probably push him to two hours, right? And it wasn’t like they hadn’t started… he should’ve been getting a dopamine hit, right? He wouldn’t die, right?
Was it bad that Hajime kinda wanted to see if he could get him to come without even touching him?
“Hah- Hajime,” Nagito said, rocking his hips. “Do whatever. I’ll be fine. My- my luck can stretch this out.”
“You always read my mind?”
“We’re more similar than you like to think,” Nagito said, big eyes pleading with Hajime for anything, more contact, more words, more anything. He’d never seen Nagito this pliant, and knowing it was a direct manifestation of how debilitating his feelings were for him. Well. If he thought about it too hard, he wouldn’t be able to do what he needed to do. He saved his embarrassment for later, and focused on the current moment.
Hajime leaned back in, savoring the way Nagito melted into him like he was puddy, grazing his nails along Hajime’s bare back, sending tingles up his spine.
He didn’t know how long he sat there, drinking up all of Nagito, but it definitely had to be awhile, because the boy on top of him was getting antsy, so much so Hajime placed his hands firmly on his hips to stop his pointless rocking, causing a real, true whine to slip past his lips.
Hajime opened his eyes.
Pulled away.
Nagito chased him, slightly confused, but then found himself flat on his back. The sudden moment knocked the wind out of him slightly, but Hajime couldn’t find it in himself to care, looking down on the beauty beneath him. He was normally so fucking annoying, insane, bratty, but right now he was mush under Hajime. Without doing much thinking, Hajime leaned into his neck, kissing softly at first, and then biting down suddenly.
Nagito arched instantly, hands finding messy brown locks, moaning loudly into his ear.
“Please- please mark me,” Nagito requested— sudden and desperate. “I want them to know.”
Hajime’s sucked harder for a second, pushing himself back up, looking at those milky, too green to be grey but too grey to be green eyes of his. It was like every single fiber of his being wanted to be conflicting and confusing. It was Nagito Komaeda. Of course nothing could be simple. Nothing besides the fact he was so, so beautiful.
“I fucking hate you,” Hajime found himself whispering, more to himself, but Nagito’s eyes widened, his body froze. Something like despair took clutch of his heart, it seemed, by the way he tensed up. “You’re so beautiful, Nagito. I can’t stand it.”
Just as quickly as the despair came, it left, Hajime kissing it away. He had no idea how he was saying all of these embarrassing things. Nagito always had the ability to contort his reality into things he thought unimaginable. Always. Even though they’d only known each other for a few weeks, the way Nagito whimpered under his touch as his pale skin was marked bright red was habitual. This was not the first time. It couldn’t have been.
“D-do you really think so, Hajime? Me?”
“Shut up. You know I do. You’ve known,” Hajime sat back on his heels, and like the pathetic boy he claimed to be, Nagito sat up with him, not wanting to part from Hajime’s grasp. “You knew the second you took those damn pills that I’d do this for you.”
Hajime ripped off Nagito’s shirt. His nipples were standing on end, and he reached and twisted them both, giving Nagito a glare.
“Admit it. You knew.”
Nagito leaned into Hajime, moaning and panting like a virgin.
“I- maybe a little,” Nagito laughed out, slightly manic, probably high from the pleasure and the pain of his fever. “I thought I was delusional at first… but I… when we investigated, and- ah, Hajime, please!”
“Please what?”
Nagito's big eyes were filled with tears, and he covered his face, like he was embarrassed. Hajime barked a quick laugh, knowing what that meant. The bastard was close. He pushed him back down, and gave him a small kiss on the forehead out of pure selfishness, just because he wanted to, and then latched onto a perked nipple, licking it ever softly before twisting it between his teeth slightly. Then he sucked.
Nagito didn’t have a quiet bone in his body. He was all whines and whimpers and moans, writhing underneath Hajime, trying to cause a friction he knew Hajime wouldn’t allow, and for some reason it seemed to only turn him on more, and by the time Hajime decided to twist the other nipple, Nagito came with a loud moan and a shudder, nails digging into Hajime’s biceps.
“So that’s what all this was?” Hajime leaned back once more, sliding his body down to Nagito’s thighs. His pants were freshly soiled once more. At first, back in the pharmacy, Hajime had thought it was pee, maybe he had been too weak to walk to a bathroom. But, seemed he was wrong.
“Yes,” Nagito said, clearly dazed. “When.. I took the pill, it was like my body went into overdrive. I collapsed, and I got so hard, I had to… but I couldn’t even move! I couldn’t do anything but think about you! And… by my luck… it worked,” he trailed off, noticing Hajime beginning to unzip his pants.
“What did you think about?”
“You. I just said so.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Hajime snorted, glancing up at him. “What did I do?”
Nagito looked away again, but still lifted his hips to help Hajime take off his pants. Once that was done, Hajime raised a brow at him. He looked better— his skin wasn’t as hot, or, not at least burning up from the inside out, and he seemed slightly more coherent, which wasn’t by much, but it was enough. Hajime figured every time he made him come, the less sick he’d be, until it was finally all out of his system. He was hoping that there was a definite sign, like his come was pink or some weird shit, but he doubted even Nagito could be that lucky.
“What?” Hajime asked softly, coming closer, sliding himself between the boy’s legs once more.
“Well, to be honest,” Nagito started, looking sheepish. “I know it’s selfish of me to even desire this, and I know I’m scum, but you… you told me I was pretty. And. Well, that you wanted me.”
“And that made you finish?” Hajime hadn’t meant to sound mean, but Nagito cringed into himself.
“I thought about it for a long time, okay? Jeez,” Nagito still couldn’t look at him, the tent in his wet boxers growing again. “I can’t help it! How could I— me, a lowly servant— react any other way to praise by someone like you!”
“You don’t even know my talent, Nagito. At this rate… who even knows if I—”
“Then you’d be the Ultimate Hope!” Nagito shot up, suddenly very direct. “No one here is able to charge head first like you do into despair and come out on the other end! Your Hope is a shield they hide behind! They want you to lead them into victory,” Nagito grabbed his face. “I don’t know why, maybe it’s my Luck, but I know. I’d never… I’d never feel like this for someone who wasn’t worthy.”
“I thought only Ultimates were worthy?” Hajime asked, cheeks heating up at the idea that Nagito might break his own insane rule he was hellbent about. Just for him. Was this the pills talking?
“You will be the one to get us out of this. You are the only one here who can lead us out of Despair. Hajime, I… I am truly in love with the Hope that lives deep inside you,” Nagito traced his face. For some reason, he lingered on his forehead, scrunching his eyes a bit, as if he was looking for something that wasn’t there. “My love is worthless, but you have it.”
Hajime stared at him like a damn fish, eyes wide and his mouth open slightly in shock and confusion and relief of some deep part of him that felt like he was ultimately talentless. That he was unworthy of anything. That all he had to offer was second rate, at best.
Maybe he and Nagito really were more similar than he thought.
He didn’t know what else to do. He just pulled Nagito in closer, kissing him again, this time much slower, much softer, gentle.
Breaking away, Hajime held his face softly, and blushed like mad. “You are, you know. Pretty. You’re really pretty.”
Nagito’s smile was plenty worth how embarrassing all of this was. Hajime felt like he was on top of the world, which was so strange, because just twenty minutes ago the idea of this would have made him spiral and run into his cottage. It probably still would, in a few days, actually. But no mind or matter.
Hajime guided Nagito back down, eyes flickering down to his boxers. He was still hard as ever.
“How do you feel?”
“Like I want you to touch me.”
“I- Nagito, you know what I mean,” Hajime stammered.
He laughed at him. “A little better. I can think now! Before I couldn’t even think before I spoke! I just said everything!”
“Really? I didn’t notice much of a change.”
Nagito pouted at him slightly, rolling his eyes.
Hajime liked that his personality was coming back. Infuriating as the boy was, his snarky comments made him who he was. To be fair in their nudity, Hajime pushed down his pants, sorta awkwardly maneuvering out of them, and he heard Nagito chuckle. He shot him a glare and pressed a gentle palm to his extremely wet boxers.
“Ah- okay, sorry,” Nagito arched, gripping the sheets.
Hajime scoffed at him, and then turned his attention back to his boxers, to save his life and whatnot. It was so full of cum that it reminded him of a diaper. Looking closely at the boy’s blue boxers, he noticed a faint smudge of crusted green near the folds at the bottom. Frowning, he slid it to the side, and was face to face with loads of dried and fresh cum, all shades of green, the freshest batch slightly paler than the rest.
“You’re fucking joking,” Hajime cursed.
“What?”
“Your cum. Is green.”
Nagito sat up, slightly, humming in curiosity and confusion. “Well, it looks like that’s how we know if it’s out of my system. How lucky! We don’t have to guess when I’m safe!”
Of course he was that lucky. Hajime fought his flickers of slight annoyance and shock by simply pulling down the soaked boxers, throwing them somewhere on the floor. For some reason, he knew Nagito wasn’t going to like that, but he couldn’t really find it in himself to give a fuck when his cock was leaking like it was crying, so pretty and pink. He’d never thought of cocks as pretty before, but the flushed, twitching one before him definitely fit the bill.
Without warning, Hajime spread Nagito’s legs, kissing the inside of his thighs, and then deciding he was sick of foreplay. He didn’t have to lick Nagito’s cock, considering it was already soaking wet, but he wanted to. Was that weird?
Nagito didn’t seem to think so. He grabbed Hajime’s hair instantly, not yet with much force, but as if to ground himself. Opening his mouth wide, he took in most of the boy’s length quite comfortably, in fact, which did concern him a little. When had he gotten good at sucking dick?
“Oh my god, Hajime,” Nagito panted, rocking his hips slightly. “I— oh my,” he broke off, high pitched whines coming from him.
Guess it didn’t matter. Hajime laughed, sending vibrations down the length of his cock, and Nagito clutched his hair tightly, unable to fight the force of his hips rocking. Maybe if he wasn’t sick, Hajime would have pinned his hips down and made him wait for it, made him take whatever Hajime gave him, but he’d already played with Nagito enough. So, he took one more deep breath through his nose, and slid down all the way to the base, looking up at Nagito through his lashes.
Nagito looked absolutely divine, it was sickening. His pale skin was littered with deep, purple bites and bruises all along his neck and chest, and his head was thrown back, sweat glimmering over his sharp collarbones. His entire pale body was flushed red from pleasure and sickness alike. Hajime’s heart fluttered for reasons completely unrelated to the painful bulge in his boxers.
Nagito gripped Hajime’s hair hard, and to his slight horror, Hajime moaned around his mouthful, which only spurred Nagito on, thrusting his hips up into Hajime’s mouth.
“Your- your mouth is so perfect, Hajime!” Nagito borderline shouted. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do- ah, ah! do this, I—” Nagito broke off, panting. “I’m so lucky!”
Hajime would have laughed if not for the sudden release into the back of his throat, which he was not opposed to but was not expected, and his throat constricting from his gasp only milked Nagito dry, causing him to shudder violently, a real sob escaping from his body. Once Hajime managed to swallow most of him, he kept some in his mouth, using a finger to swab it.
It was still fairly green, but substantially paler than it had been before. Now, it looked like some sort of mint milkshake or something. Shrugging, Hajime just sucked on his finger again, cleaning it off. He didn’t know that would cause Nagito to cover his face in embarrassment.
“You’re so dirty, Hajime.”
“What? I’d already had your dick in my mouth,” Hajime reasoned, though his face became hot.
“Did you like it? Me in your mouth?” Nagito looked at him through his fingers.
“What do you think?” Hajime glanced down to his extremely painful and hard cock.
“Ah!” Nagito sat up, actually managing to push Hajime down onto the bed (he let him). “I’ve been so selfish! You’ve pleasured me so much now, and you haven’t even come once yet! How deplorable of me! I should die for this!”
“Dude? You’re the sick one—!”
“I don’t care, Hajime,” Nagito said, rather darkly. He straddled him, his hands placed on his pecs, feeling the muscle there. Hajime secretly thanked himself for being consistent at the gym. “There’s nothing more I’d rather die doing than pleasing you!”
“…You’re so weird,” Hajime didn’t object though, as Nagito pouted, sliding down his body with his big eyes trained on Hajime’s bulge. He had that manic swirl in his eyes that he sometimes got in during trials, and Hajime didn’t know if he should be into it or be scared of it. He was probably both.
Nagito pulled down his underwear, the cold air honestly painful against his warm, hard length, and Nagito made a pathetic sound at the sight. Hajime hadn’t really looked at any other dicks, so he didn’t know if he was big or not, but apparently Nagito was excited by his size, so that was worth something.
With those spider-like hands of his, Nagito began loosely stroke his dick with feather light touches, and even though he was touching it basically dry, save for the leaking precum at his tip, Hajime still fisted the sheets next to him.
“You know what’s so odd, Hajime? From the first second I saw you, my body had a reaction,” Nagito breathed. “You were passed out on the beach, and even then, I felt like I belonged to be… intertwined with you.”
“You wanted to fuck me while I was passed out?” Hajime stammered out.
“You’re very handsome. Especially in the sun.”
He gathered his hands at the tip, collecting and smearing his precum down the length of his cock, earning a quiet groan from Hajime. When he jerked off, Hajime was never exceptionally loud, simply doing the motions because his body demanded it, never really for pleasure.
This was different, though. Being under Nagito’s careful and calculating eyes, his little excited sounds as he noticed Hajime twitching under him, the slowly tightening grip that he had on his dick as it began to grow somehow stiffer and larger under his touch.
“It’s truly a miracle to get to see you like this, Hajime,” Nagito whispered against his ear, briefly letting go of his cock to reach for the lube, which by some stroke of luck, was on the edge of the bed near Hajime’s head. He pressed a soft kiss to his lips, like he wasn’t supposed to but he was feeling like a rebel. “You’re always so tense, did you notice that? Always worried about everyone else. That’s why you’re truly the epitome of hope.”
Nagito didn’t give him much time to reply, already taking his lube covered fingers and grasping Hajime, much harder this time, moving his hand up and down with much more purpose.
“Ah- fuck, Nagito, shit,” Hajime turned his head away, embarrassed by the pleasure that was hitting him in hot waves. He’d been frustrated and pent up, and Nagito’s stupid fucking perfect everything was quickly driving him over the edge.
“Is it good, Hajime? Am I being good?” Nagito, seemingly now confident in his pace, decided to venture up with one hand still on his cock. It must’ve been an uncomfortable stretch, but he paid it no mind as it let him reach Hajime’s open neck.
“You have to tell me,” Nagito’s lips brushed his sensitive skin.
“You’re being so good,” Hajime moaned out, starting to buck his hips up, feeling pathetic at how easily this sick man was taking him apart.
Nagito whined a little, latching onto his neck, sucking harshly. His hand only began to stroke faster, harder, tighter—
There was the coil in his stomach, his abs flexing uncontrollably as he let out such a loud (by his standards, so it was really quite normal) moan that it shocked him. His knuckles were white on the sheets.
Nagito moaned against him, the bastard.
“Are you gonna cum? Please, cum, Hajime, please,” Nagito begged, stroking faster. He begged like he needed it, like he was the one who was about to burst for the first time in about two weeks by the hottest person he’d ever seen in his life. “I want you to come on my fingers! Use me, Hajime!”
“Shut— oh my god,” Hajime groaned, roughly taking Nagito in his hands and pulling his face into a kiss, more teeth and tongue than anything, but the first feeling of Nagito’s tongue sliding in his mouth had him bucking up one last time, releasing with a (actually) loud moan into Nagito’s mouth.
Nagito leaned up, smiling like a fucking madman. Hajime panted.
Leaning up onto his elbows, Hajime was able to get a better view of their positions, and he noticed his abdomen was painted with his own sticky white cum and splatters of pastel green.
“Did you seriously come from that?”
“I made you finish! What better pleasure than stroking Hope…” Nagito shifted back, admiring how their cums mixed together. Without warning, he licked a thick strip off his abs, nails digging into the pecs above them.
It shouldn’t have made him twitch again, but it did. He couldn’t do anything but watch.
“You even taste good, Hajime. How is that fair?” Without even waiting for an answer, Nagito looked him dead in the eye. “Can you fuck me now?”
Hajime spluttered.
“I know it’s disgusting, but I’m clean, I swear! I cleaned myself out just this morning! I’m worthless, not unhygienic! I’ll even prep myself—”
“No,” Hajime said firmly, not knowing where the sudden objection was from.
“No? You won’t fuck me? You don’t want to?” Nagito pouted, deflating. Wasn’t his sickness related to death by rejection?
Hajime quickly cleared his throat, “No, I- I will. I’m gonna. I- I want to.”
Nagito’s face returned to his normal blank stare, head tilted. Then he held his hands up, ecstatic.
“Ah! You want to go in with no prep? Well, that might prove—”
“No, you idiot. I want to prep you, okay?” Hajime looked away, even though the remnants of their ‘Hope’ as Nagito would call it, were still all over the bed and various parts of their bodies.
Nagito looked at him like he’d just slapped him in the face, shot a cat in front of him, and drove over a grandmother in a semi truck. Hajime scoffed lightly and cocked his head to the side.
“What, you can come from just touching me but I can’t want to open you up?”
“I just can’t believe my luck! Hajime wants to open me up?” Nagito turned around, putting his whole ass on display, arching into the pillows. “Please, play with me as long as you want!”
Any worries about not being able to get his dick up in time were thrown out of the window, his own length hardening at an unimaginable pace at the sight in front of him. Nagito was skinny, this was true, and anything he might have lacked in curves he made up for in elegance. His back was arched high like a cat’s— his skin smooth and shining, a moment materialized in marble so that it may never be lost to time.
The weight of the vulnerability of this moment was hitting him hard. Nagito laid his pretty head on the pillows, looking over his shoulder at Hajime, every bit as excited and scared of what would come next. Hajime could predict his thoughts— does he think I’m ugly now? Is he going to leave? Am I worthless? Am I hideous? Has my luck finally run out? Is this it?
“H-Hajime—”
Hajime gently traced his hips like he was scared Nagito was truly a porcelain doll, or a true marble statue. Like he was scared the weight of this all, the responsibility that had been shoved onto Hajime, the unknown-talent-Hajime, the so-prone-to-lash-out and the too-quick-to-leave- before-things-could get-too-serious-Hajime— he was scared he would break Nagito under the weight of his… averagity.
What if he couldn’t be what Nagito needed? What if he wasn’t some Ultimately Hope, some godsend Nagito thought he was? What if, after this, Nagito discarded him?
But did that matter? Nagito would die if he didn’t get over himself. So what if he left. So what if it’s all a lie. So what if he’s worthless. At least, just this once, he could experience this small stroke of divinity. Maybe it wasn’t Nagito who had luck, but Hajime.
“You’re so beautiful, Nagito,” he whispered, lightly cupping his ass, spreading it slightly. He simply ran a finger along the rim, the hairs there invisible due to his white hair, giving him no distractions from the sight of his pink, puckering hole.
Nagito gripped the sheets, now hiding his face.
“You like that, don’t you?” Hajime asked softly, trailing a hand down his spine. “You like praise.”
“Y-yes.”
“That all it take to get you wet?” Hajime grabbed the discarded lube, pouring some directly into Nagito’s crack, not bothering to warm it up. He coated a finger with it, watching how the cold sensation had Nagito clenching around nothing.
“N-no, not just from anyone.”
“Oh, so you’re not a whore?” Hajime said, somewhat surprising himself, given he was just thinking about how worthless he was, but the pliant Nagito was an image even his potentially talentless self didn’t want anyone else to see. He’d find a talent— he’d force a talent if it meant being worthy of the gasp Nagito gave as Hajime pushed in.
“You could’ve fooled me,” Hajime said, despite his harsh words he was gentle, circling his finger, feeling the muscle relax under his touch. “Liking praise? Sticking your ass up like that? Cleaning yourself out this morning? What, did you plan for this? You took that stupid pill and hoped whichever guy with the biggest dick ended up your crush?”
“N- ahh, no, no, I—”
Hajime stuck another finger in, scissoring now, brushing past that place he knew Nagito was waiting for.
“What is it, Nagito? Speak up. Tell me how much of a whore you are,” Hajime curled his fingers finally, and Nagito truly screamed, grabbing the bed like it would save him.
“Just you, Hajime! I’d never— ah, I’d never let anyone else do this! Only—”
“Yeah? And the other Ultimates? You know Souda thinks you’re pretty? Would you let him fuck you like a whore with his fingers?”
“No, I… oh my,” Nagito rocked back, but Hajime used his freehand to hold him in place, not letting him move. He heard a sob, the desperation leaking off his body.
“No?”
“No, just— just you, Hajime! No one else could— ah—no one else could- please, Hajime!”
He added a third finger. He again purposely avoided satisfying contact with his prostate, only small, teasing pressure.
“No one else could what?”
“Do this to me! Make me— make me love them!” Nagito shouted out, tears running into the pillow as his body shook.
Man, fuck it.
Hajime pulled out his fingers harshly, lubing his dick up with speed he wasn’t aware of, and in barely a moment he was lining up to his rim, pushing the head of his cock in, watching it catch and sink like it belonged there.
Nagito pressed back into him now that he was free to do so, seemingly ready to be split open, not caring that it most definitely hurt, giving the way he was whincing.
“What are you-?”
“Showing you,” he panted. “How much— I— want you. Only you. It’ll only ever be you, Hajime.”
“You’re gonna kill me, Nagito,” Hajime grabbed his hips, stilling his movements once more, but obliging him but pressing deeper into him at a faster pace. He struggled to not fuck him instantly, the tight, hot hole swallowing him perfectly. “You can’t say things like that.”
“But I mean it. My luck led me to you. If I’m a whore, I’m only yours.”
How could something that crude sound romantic?
Hajime pulled out a bit, then thrust back in, shallow at first, slightly changing his angle. When he thrust back in this time, he made sure to hit that spot that he knew too well. Nagito would scream, beg him to fuck him harder, to break and bend him, and he’d probably come before Hajime even spent his load, and be fucked out before coming again at Hajime’s request. Hajime smiled as the first scream came from the gorgeous body beneath him.
It wasn’t even a human sound. It was so high pitched and lewd, so sinful that it had Hajime pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, again and again and again, his pace nearly brutal for the smaller body beneath him. His hands gripped his hips so tightly they were sure to leave nasty bruises, but in the moment Hajime only wanted that more, to fully mark Nagito while he had the chance.
He was right, of course. Nagito moaned loudly, clenching around him like a vice, saying incoherent things that could have been “please” or “Hajime” or “harder”, but it didn’t matter, because Hajime knew exactly what he wanted and how to give it to him. He pounded into him, now pulling Nagito further back on his dick in time with his thrusts, the tight heat only intensing with every move he made.
But he wasn’t close enough.
He pulled out of Nagito, using the two hands on his hips to flip him onto his back, spread his legs apart and sank back in like he was born for it. Nagito had no time to react before he was being filled again, this time at a different angle, with his entire vision and sense of smell all clouded by the force that was Hajime.
Hajime didn’t ease back into the pace, he only set one braced one hand by Nagito’s head, the other going back to those perfect bone-y hips, fucking into him like he hated him.
But his eyes were only trained on Nagito’s fucked out expression, his flushed face with drool sliding down the side of his mouth. His hair fanned out around him in a wild, regal crown. He was perfect. He was the prettiest, most perfect thing Hajime had ever seen.
Nagito’s hands slid up Hajime’s back, clawing him for stability, and the sting of his long nails had him groaning, fucking him harder. He wanted Nagito louder. He wanted to break him. He wanted Nagito shattered before him.
“Ha-Hajime,” Nagito arched into him, arms desperately trying to push them closer. “I-I’m gonna come! I—”
Hajime just kissed him. It didn’t matter. Nagito could come three more times for all he cared. They weren’t done until he was broken, and glued back together with Hajime’s load inside of him.
“You can come, baby. Come all you want,” Hajime took his hand off Nagito’s hip, gently tracing his pretty face. “We aren’t done, though.”
Hajime trailed his hand to Nagito’s neck, grasping it slightly hard. Nagito immediately arched, bringing a hand from his back to his hand, nails skinning into the tan skin, drawing blood slightly as he came with a loud, broken moan.
He could feel Nagito’s cum spread between them, but he didn’t slow, he only pushed Nagito further into the pillows by his neck, like a chain that belonged there for the damn servant of Hope he always claimed to be. Subconsciously, he made sure Nagito could breathe, but he knew damn well Nagito would enjoy it much more if he actually choked the fuck out of him. Maybe another time.
Another time?
Hajime couldn’t deny that, now that this had happened, he would never be able to look at Nagito again without seeing his open mouth under him, the constant sounds of pleasure tumbling out of him, face so flushed and relaxed. He’d become a man addicted from one taste. No, he had to have this again. There had to be another time. This had to be one of those other times, with the way their bodies molded together like they were made from the same star.
That thought was beginning to make his stomach tighten, but he had no intention of pulling out anytime soon.
He took his other hand and wrapped it around Nagito’s weeping cock, noticing somewhere in the back of his mind that Nagito’s cum was, in fact, now white, and that his life was most definitely saved. He also decided somewhere in the back of his mind that he didn’t fucking care.
“Ahh, no, it’s,” Nagito squirmed, trying to escape.
“You can take it, right? One more. You have one more.”
Nagito only sobbed in response, his cock hardening under Hajime’s touch, earning a smirk from the tan boy. His eyes were glassy and far away, mouth open in breathless moaning.
“Nuh uh, eyes on me, baby,” Hajime said. “I’m even in your favorite position, aren’t I?”
“How’d you know?”
“Because I know you. And I know you want another, right?”
“Y-yes,” Nagito’s eyes focused slightly. “I want you to come in me.”
“Was planning on it,” Hajime laughed, and he felt Nagito clench hard around him. He wrapped his legs around Hajime’s waist, snaking his arms back around Hajime’s neck. Hajime let go of his throat in favor of leaning down closer, capturing his lips for a second, soft despite the steady slamming of his cock, though it was not as rough. Nagito tasted salty from his non-stop streaming of tears. He looked insanely good as he cried.
Hajime pulled away, “I’m gonna start now, okay? You can handle it.”
“Please,” Nagito cried, pushing Hajime in with his heels. “I want you.”
Hajime scoffed slightly, “You already had me.”
Arms burning from holding himself up for so long and abs cramping, he set a cruel pace, chasing his own climax, allowing himself to selfishly abuse the pretty pink hole that Nagito was offering him. The sound was so wet and sinful, Nagito’s weeping moans in his ear, sharp nails drawing blood from his back, his own moans punching out of him, it all sent him tumbling towards the finish line.
It wouldn’t take long, maybe a couple more deep—
“You feel so good, Hajime,” Nagito slurred, a hand in his hair. “You always make me feel so good. You’re—” he broke off to moan, “you’re so deep in me! A boy as good as you, deep inside me!”
That was all it took.
He nearly blacked out, his orgasm so harsh it sent black spots into vision and had him struggling to not crush Nagito beneath him, the loudest moan he thought he’d ever done in his life— both what he could and could not remember— falling out of him.
Nagito came right as he began to feel Hajime seed into him, clenching around Hajime again, milking him dry, causing a whimper from the brown headed boy, and a series of intense, full body shudders that bordered on convulsions from the white haired one.
Hajime came for awhile, shocking even himself at the sheer amount of load he had to give. He thought it would be uncomfortable for Nagito, but he didn’t unwrap his legs from his waist, he instead held firm, like he wanted every drop. He did, and Hajime knew it, actually, so he shouldn’t have been surprised. That was like rule number one of having sex with Nagito. He fucking loved cum, the freak.
Hajime breathlessly panted, burying his face into the crook of Nagito’s neck, not wanting to break the spell of their intimacy. To have this, this soft, sacred thing for just a little longer before they had to return to hell.
“Wow,” Nagito said eventually, amusement in his voice. “You came a lot.”
“You came, like, five times. I didn’t even touch you two of those times,” Hajime shot back immediately, leaning up again on sore arms only to glare at him. But it died when he saw how soft and happy Nagito looked, a face he hadn’t seen since their first day on the island. He wanted to kiss him again. His dick was still inside of him, wasn’t it? He could still definitely kiss him, right?
“What are you thinking about?” Nagito said, playing with his choppy hair.
“I- nothing,” Hajime looked down.
“You really suck at lying, ya know. You definitely couldn’t be a culprit. Honestly, I think even Ibuki could figure you out.”
“Do you really have to bring that stuff up with my dick still inside you?”
“Hey, it’s a good thing! It shows your unwavering Hope conquers deceit and lies, facing the truth with your hopeful eyes! Looking at the truth of Despair doesn’t stop the truth of your Hope! And, well, you really do just suck at lying.”
“Man, whatever.”
“So, what are you thinking about?”
Hajime didn’t move from his position, practically nuzzled in his collarbone. His lips traced the bone as he said, “I just. I mean— I, well you know. I kinda just wanted to… kiss you again. But I didn’t know if that—”
“Hajime. Your dick is inside me. I am purposely keeping your dick inside of me,” Nagito said, like he was fucking stupid. He lifted up Hajime’s face.
“Yeah, I know, but—”
“I told you I was in love with you.”
“I-, uhm, well. You said the Hope…”
“Which comes from you. Are you stupid?” Nagito said plainly, smiling. “I am yours, Hajime. You can do whatever you want to me. You can kill me, make me your servant, fuck me all—”
“I don’t want to do any of those- or okay, I don’t wanna do the first two,” Hajime corrected. “And I’m not gonna… have sex with you if you aren’t in the mood or—”
“If it’s you, I’m always in the mood!”
“Nagito, I’m serious.”
“Yeah, me too. It’s actually really lucky you haven’t noticed any of my boners…”
“Dude, really?”
“I told you, you’re very handsome in the sun.”
Hajime shook his head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.”
“But… you like that, right?” Nagito said, somewhat shyly, not meeting his eyes.
Hajime smiled, his turn to direct Nagito’s face to his.
“Yeah, I do.”
It was awhile before Hajime ever pulled out to clean them out, too busy drinking heaven from Nagito’s lips.