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“Hey... can you hear me...?”
“... Mrph... nghhh~...”
*SLAP!*
“AGHH!”
“Wakey-wakey, Hinata-kun... I’m becoming rather hopelessly bored watching you sleep so peacefully... and we all know how much I loathe hopelessness...”
Hinata’s cheek stung from the harsh slap of a cold palm to his face. His eyes had shot open, but his vision was still blurred.
But of course, Hinata didn’t require vision to know who the hand belonged to.
It was none other than Komaeda Nagito... his classmate.
Hinata stifled back a troubled gasp as he tried raising a trembling hand to his face... but couldn’t.
Komaeda had him securely bound to a wooden chair with thick rope.
“Komaeda... what are you—“
A single slender finger was forcefully pressed to Hinata’s lips.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, Hinata-kun. Don’t you realise? I have you all tied up...”
Hinata’s vision returned, allowing him to clearly see the maniacal boy before him. He was smiling in a way that would otherwise seem innocent, if it weren’t for the current situation. Something sinister lurked beneath the facade...
His eyes darted about the room — several Monokuma stands and gaudy pieces of merchandise were thrown all over the place. It appeared they were in the dimly lit warehouse on the fifth island.
Komaeda had been AWOL after the events of the funhouse. As Hinata’s memories began flooding back, he recalled the needle he felt stab him in the neck as he entered the factory...
... Just how long had he been out for, exactly?
Komaeda removed the finger pursing Hinata’s mouth shut, causing him to gasp.
“There... I’m sure you’re asking yourself why I’m doing this... right?” As the taller boy spoke, he began walking around the chair... Hinata’s nerves were already at an all-time high, but Komaeda’s footsteps slowly encircling him made him perspire with pure anxiety. Komaeda had frightened Hinata with his behaviour before... but this was a new level of unsettling.
“Komaeda, please... whatever you’re planning, let’s just... talk, okay?” Hinata spat, trying to remain as calm as possible.
“Ah, yes! Let’s talk! I do enjoy our little talks, Hinata-kun. You know, I always found you deeply fascinating. You despise me with every fibre of your being, and yet... whenever we had free time, you always chose to spend it with scum like me... ah, but of course, that didn’t really mean anything, correct? You were just attaching yourself to every Ultimate student on this island... leeching off of their shining hope, wishing more than anything that you could be one of them...”
Komaeda came to a sudden halt in front of Hinata, making him jump. The lanky male leered over him...
“... A pity, really. After all, I’m utterly worthless. You wasted your valuable time getting to know me, when you didn’t even know yourself... remind me again, Hinata-kun: what is your Ultimate talent?”
No. Please. Don’t make me say it...
“K-Komaeda, please...”
*SLAP!*
“Agggnhhh!” He cried, his cheek glowing red from yet another hit from Komaeda’s palm.
“As much as I enjoy hearing you beg, that’s not the answer I was looking for, Hinata-kun. Now... let’s try that again. What is your truly amazing Ultimate level talent?”
Hinata tried to stop his calves from shaking, but it was no use. And Komaeda wasn’t going to give up... until he heard the words. Those four, short, simple words...
“... I... don’t have one...” he mumbled under his breath.
Komaeda reached out... and stroked his green tie with his long, bony fingers...
“Hmm? What was what, Hinata-kun? I couldn’t quite catch what you said...”
Suddenly, the wavy-haired maniac gripped the tie tight... and pulled Hinata toward him with such force, the chair violently swung forward onto its front two legs.
The silky fabric tightened around Hinata’s neck, almost cutting off his air supply... although that was also due to Komaeda having leaned in ever closer. They were now eye to eye, nose to nose... and breath to breath.
“... Say it again.”
Hinata wanted to tear himself away from him... but at the same time, he found himself lost in Komaeda’s entrancing, glowing gray irises. They appeared to swirl whenever he was excited... his breath was warm and pleasant upon Hinata’s skin. Komaeda’s loose-necked tee had drooped down, permitting Hinata a bird’s eye view of his bare, naked chest that he often shamefully thought about while alone...
NO.
What was he thinking? This guy was crazy. Batshit insane. He had him tied up in a chair, for fuck’s sake. He could be about to do terrible things to him...
“I-I don’t have one! I don’t have an Ultimate talent... I was just a Reserve Course student... happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?!”
Hinata couldn’t handle the intensity of the moment. His screwed up eyes had swelled with tears. They begun thoroughly wetting his scorched cheeks, making the bright red hand imprints sting even more from the salty fluid.
“Hahah... ahahahahhh~...”
Komaeda didn’t relieve his grip on Hinata. Instead, he did the unthinkable...
He poked his tongue... and licked the tear away from the wound.
“G-gaaahh~!” Cried Hinata in both pain and shock. What the fuck was Komaeda playing at?!
He... licked me... with his tongue...
“Mmm~... salty... my favourite.”
Finally, Komaeda let go of the tie... the chair wobbled backward, installing even more fear into Hinata as he worried it would tumble.
Komaeda made a questionable sound as his eyes rolled back in his skull. He... moaned...? Then returned his piercing stare to Hinata.
“And no, Hinata-kun; I’m not happy. I... admired you. I was even jealous of you. I wanted to be you... to be... with you...”
For a moment, he didn’t appear hostile at all. There was some truth concealed within that odd choice of sentence, somewhere... Hinata was sure of that...
However, Komaeda wasted no time suddenly breaking into a frenzied fit of cackling. He lifted one palm to his left eye, outstretching the other as his body shook with unsetting laughter.
“AHAHAHAHAHH~! How foolish I was! I truly am a disdainful human being! I allowed someone as insignificant and hopeless as yourself to get close to me... you’re a traitor, Hinata-kun. Whether you are the traitor that Monokuma spoke of remains to be seen... but I have something else planned for that. Tonight will be different. Tonight... will be fun. My last entertaining self-indulgence before I finally eradicate all of the despair from this island...!”
Hinata could have screamed... but no sound would come out. In truth, Hinata was rendered speechless. Komaeda had finally completely lost it — he had sunken into the depths of acting like a true psychopath.
I can’t believe... I even tried... to understand him...
This guy... who is so... captivatingly beautiful... but also suffocatingly deadly...
Hinata felt many emotions in those moments; terror, anger, frustration... and arousal.
Wait, what...?!
No. This wasn’t happening. Not now...
“Oh, and don’t bother yelling for help. It’s nighttime. Everyone is fast asleep in their comfy cottage beds... and not one of them is concerned for a lowly Reserve Course student such as yourself. Not even Nanami-san.”
“Why do you think I... I would care more... about Nanami?”
Komaeda snorted as he tried not to laugh again.
“Don’t lie, Hinata-kun. I can tell you like the pretty girls.”
Hinata felt his cheeks flare up. He was closer to Nanami than any of the other students on the island... well, apart from Komaeda, before he became so obsessed with becoming a “symbol of hope”, as he put it.
Komaeda... why did you have to change like that? Why did you allow me to get close to you before that first trial... I thought you were my friend... was it all lies?
No. It couldn’t have been. Because... the way you looked at me on the beach... with such sweet serenity... that spark between us... it felt so real. No... it was real. I know it.
But why do this to me now? Is this all just because you know I’m not an Ultimate? That’s... unbelievable...
“... Enough chit-chat. Let’s begin~.”
Hinata was cruelly snapped out of his lamenting thoughts. Komaeda snarled as he dipped his hand into his green parka pocket...
And pulled out an army knife.
Hinata’s body shivered with goosebumps as the other boy drew the weapon nearer to Hinata.
“Komaeda, please... stop!”
“Ahahahah... how desperate do you think I am to leave this island, Hinata-kun? Desperate enough to plunge this blade into your neck? Desperate enough to let you bleed out in this chair, while I hide all the evidence I was ever here? I could frame someone else... it would be easy, considering the classmates who are left. I could watch all my classmates die by my actions... and leave his place of utter despair behind me for good...”
Komaeda edged up closer. The tip of the blade steadily aimed at Hinata’s already beaten cheek. Hinata’s heart somersaulted as Komaeda looked him in the eyes again...
“Hmm... what do you think, Hinata-kun? Would that be good luck for me? Or bad luck? ... Think carefully about how you answer, if you value your flawless complexion... ahahahahah...”
Fuckfuckfuck...
Hinata’s breathing quickened in pace as his mind searched through vowels and consonants to string together the answer Komaeda desired...
“... B-Bad luck...”
There was a pause. A pause that was too long for Hinata’s comfort...
The cold steel blade made Hinata flinch as it made contact with his skin... only for Komaeda to fling his arms out.
“Correct, Hinata-kun! Wow! Reserve Course students are capable of intuition after all!”
He grabbed Hinata’s right shoulder with his left hand... and strangely caressed it, circling his thumb into the dip of his shoulder blade through the cotton of his shirt.
“So you do know me... It’s true that I love all of the Ultimates. You know I’m aware of my worthless life. You even know that my cycle of good/bad luck is never-ending. So why would I do such a thing, hmm? Well done... despite your lack of talent, you sure are a clever boy~.”
What came next was... a complete surprise.
Komaeda parted his lengthy legs... and straddled over Hinata’s lap.
“G-get off me!” Was Hinata’s automatic response.
And it was the wrong one.
Komaeda threw up the hand that held the knife... and pressed it against Hinata’s throat.
“A-ow!” Hinata swung his head back as far as he could, whimpering pathetically as the blade drew a small, tiny beads of blood against the delicate, blue-veined area of his neck.
“You’re forgetting who’s in charge here, Hinata-kun. Besides...”
Komaeda chuckled as he leant in and whispered directly into Hinata’s ear...
“... Do you really want me to move?”
“...”
Hinata was stuck. He couldn’t say that he did for fear of his life... but that wasn’t just it.
“N-no...” he stuttered. The other boy was pressed against him, chest to chest, and Hinata could feel Komaeda’s heart... it was beating just as fast as his own.
Hinata couldn’t see Komaeda’s face at this angle... but he sensed his smile as his heavy breath warmed his ear lobe. “Good... I didn’t think so. Not when...”
Komaeda lowered the knife... slowly gliding it down Hinata’s shirt, staining it pink with the remnants of his blood... lower and lower it travelled, until...
“... you’re clearly enjoying this~.”
Komaeda had the very tip of the blade poked at the bulging tent in Hinata’s pants.
He wasn’t just scared now — Hinata was mortified.
He knows!
“Tsk, tsk... what am I going to do with you, hmm? Well, first things first... let’s get you cleaned up~.”
Hinata felt Komaeda gently nibble the ear lobe he had been softly taunting into.
It had taken him completely unawares, and did nothing to help contain the aching erection that stood by the sharp object in Komaeda’s grip.
Komaeda sniggered a little to himself as he slipped his tongue past his lips... and licked away at the bleeding cut on Hinata’s neck, painstakingly slow.
Hinata couldn’t stop himself this time — he let out a deep, erotic groan.
“Haaaaahhhh~...”
The licking turned into soft smooches. Komaeda was kissing him. He was forcefully kissing the cut that he inflicted. Then... he began sucking it too, adding more pressure as he massaged his wetted lips against him. Hinata felt electric pulses throughout his whole body as Komaeda’s wavy hair tickled against his chin.
NO. I’m being held hostage against my will. Komaeda has slapped me, cut me, belittled me. This shouldn’t be turning me on.
... but it was.
Hinata could no longer hide that fact.
Komaeda moved the knife to Hinata’s abdomen...
*POP!*
And used it to cut open the buttons of Hinata’s shirt, one by one.
Hinata struggled to control his whelping as Komaeda tore pried the shirt apart, the air hitting his exposed, bare chest.
“Ahh... what have we here?”
Komaeda positioned the blade against one of Hinata’s erect nipples.
“... You dirty boy, Hinata-kun. I just might have to punish you...”
“N-no! D-don’t, please!”
“Oh... you think I need this to do that with? Silly Hinata-kun...” he laughed, tossing the knife aside. It fell to the hard floor with an obnoxious clang.
Hinata was slightly relieved that he wouldn’t be stabbing him... but he knew that wasn’t the end of the prick-teasing torture Komaeda had planned for him.
The pale boy trapped Hinata’s hardened pink bud between his fingers, rolling it freely back and forth.
“Aah~!” Hinata’s nipples were... a sensitive area for him. Especially when this aroused.
“Hmm... I feel like you’re enjoying this too much... you are a filthy, no good Reserve Course student, after all. You only deserve to be treated as such...”
“Don’t c-call me that!” Hinata gritted his teeth together, trying not to give Komaeda the satisfaction of another moan... especially as Komaeda dipped his head... and began to lick sloppy clockwise circles around his areola.
“Ngghhh~...”
“Mmmph~...”
This whole situation was beyond bizarre — Hinata never thought he would experience Komaeda teasing him in this particular manner, not even in his wildest dreams. But before he could even begin to think of actually even enjoying the moment—
“OUCH!”
Komaeda had bitten down on his provoked nipple. Hard.
“Th-that FUCKING HURT!”
Hinata was certain that his nipple was now bleeding just like his neck.
“Mmmmmph~...” Komaeda leaned back again, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You know what doesn’t make sense, Hinata-kun? A lowly, talentless human being like yourself... shouldn’t taste nearly this delicious~.”
“Just what are you playing at, Komaeda? Why are you... doing this?”
Komaeda didn’t answer. Not verbally, at least. Instead, his grinned... and grinded his groin against his captive’s.
He was fully erect beneath those worn, black jeans.
Just like Hinata.
“... Does that answer your question?”
Hinata really didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t believe that this, whatever this was, right here, between himself and Komaeda... was actually happening. It was like experiencing a sweet dream and a daunting nightmare all at the same time.
“Face it, Hinata-kun — you want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want to know what my pathetic cock feels like as I thrust into your desperate ass, over and over... you want me to plant my seed so deep inside of your talentless body, you won’t help but scream as you hopelessly cum all over the floor... maybe, if you’re lucky, even my crappy talent will wear off on you somehow. Is that what you’re thinking, eh? Ahahahahah!”
“NO! I don’t! I... I hate you!” Hinata struggled to say the “h” word. He wanted to hate Komaeda... but he knew that was impossible. It was evident for both men in Hinata’s shaken tone that he didn’t mean it.
“Oh? Is that so? So you’re just... this excited through hatred, hmm? Come on, Hinata-kun, are you really going to lie to my face like that when this—“ Komaeda clutched at Hinata’s hard-on — “blatantly suggests otherwise? Or... are you going to convince me that this is through thinking of Nanami-san?”
“I’m NOT thinking of Nanami!” Hinata exclaimed ferociously... not thinking about how he just condemned himself with the gasp at Komaeda’s intimate touch.
“Hmm... you don’t appear to be lying there. After all, I have a knife nearby... I could just torture you for truths... but I don’t need to. This is good enough.”
Komaeda soothed his palm up and down... up and down again... Hinata harshly but his lip trying to contain the many sounds that were attempting to break free of his throat.
He didn’t want to admit it — but Komaeda was right. He felt sick to his stomach that what Komaeda was doing had turned him on. It was like some other person had taken control of his raging hormones, feeding him these twisted, sadistic desires. The more Komaeda rubbed his crotch, the more he wanted him to just get it over with: reach into his pants, tug down his underwear, pull out his dick, and jerk him off until he came. At this rate, Hinata would reach his climax soon... maybe once that happened, Komaeda would finally let him go...
Then, as if the other male had read his thoughts, Komaeda slowly, but surely, unbuckled Hinata’s belt... then attended to unzipping the dusty blue jeans...
“... Are you really gonna... t-touch me?” Hinata sounded absolutely pathetic, and he knew it. But still... he felt compelled to ask.
Komaeda smiled smugly. “Aw... you think I’m going to be pleasing you? ”
He slid his fingers beneath Hinata’s waistband...
“Hngh~!”
“This... you like this, Hinata-kun? Me... touching you... like this? Like I’m your dirty little secret?”
Komaeda whispered those words directly into Hinata’s mouth. If he were any closer, their lips would massage together in a kiss...
“... You know... the answer... to that...” Komaeda felt Hinata’s cock twitch beneath his fingertips as he answered him. He was so close to teetering over the edge...
And Komaeda wasn’t about to let Hinata have that pleasure.
Not yet, anyway...
“Ahahahah~...”
Hinata whined like a puppy as Komaeda suddenly sprung backward. His hand vacated Hinata’s boxers so fast, the elastic pinged back with a painful force.
Komaeda’s devious smile spread wider than ever when he kicked the leg of the chair...
And it broke. Hinata fell sideways to the floor in a heap, still somehow tied to the wood even though the legs and parts of the backrest had broke apart.
“AAAAAGGHHH!”
“Ahahahahahh!!! ... Just my luck. The chair broke exactly how I wanted it to. You’re in just the right position now...”
Position? What’s he talking about?!
No... surely not... ?!?!
But he was.
Komaeda was fast undoing his belt and jeans’ zipper...
Then knelt over Hinata’s profile as he unveiled his impressively lengthy cock. Hinata gasped so loud, it echoed off the steely walls.
Komaeda aughed as he playfully slapped his boner on Hinata’s cheek.
“Agh~! Komaeda... please...”
“Oh, Hinata-kun... don’t worry. Even if you are just a pitiful Reserve Course student with no hope or talent... I’m not gonna force myself on you. Even for someone of disgustingly low status as myself, I wouldn’t enjoy taking you for my own without consent. But of course, if you do refuse, I’ll walk away... leaving you feeling... unsatisfied. If you catch my drift.”
He would walk away and leave Hinata with the most desperate hard-on ever is what he meant, all too well.
Komaeda bent closer. “I’ll also leave you tied up with your pants down — I’m sure the others will find the sight of your sad, lonely penis quite amusing when they eventually discover you here, all tied up on the floor... after all, it’s not like you gentlemen didn’t do the same thing to me right? No, you went a step further and almost starved me to death! Ahahah! And you all believe you’re the good guys...”
Hinata quickly weighed up his options in the privacy of his brain — he had the opportunity to refuse Komaeda. That would be the sensible thing to do, what his better conscience would advise. But as Komaeda so wittingly pointed out... he would go untouched. And humiliated. Perhaps the former of the two options is what he deserved.... leaving Komaeda to starve was unjust, no matter how insane he acted before. Even the most despicable of murderers are fed in prison. And, to add to that, Hinata was so fucking horny in that moment, he wasn’t thinking straight. All he could think of is how he wanted Komaeda’s ethereal, porcelain skin against his...
Hinata had never had these kinds of feelings for anyone before. He was confused beyond measure... but that little voice inside him spoke: You might just regret turning him down... you may never see him again... this is a killing game, after all... what do you have to lose, Hinata?
“ Tick - tock, Hinata-kun... what’s it gonna be?” Komaeda kneeled over Hinata in the exact same way when he first met him on the beach... Hinata thought he was his friend back then... and he still looked exactly like that same friendly face now, with a bright smile that made Hinata’s worries fade away...
“... You don’t need to fuck me through the gap of the chair, Komaeda—“
“— I know. I just think it would be fun. Like teaching you a lesson. Ironic, isn’t it?”
“No, Komaeda, I meant... you don’t need to because... I’ll let you. Willingly. On one condition.”
“I really don’t think you’re in the position to be making compromises, Hinata-kun... ahahaha!” Komaeda giggled at his own naughty pun like a schoolgirl.
“Please... all I ask is that... whatever you do to me, it stays between us, okay? I’ll... do whatever you want. I’ll be your... whore... or slut. Whatever seedy role you want me to play, I’ll do it for you. But only... because I did believe you were my friend before. I... liked you. Before.”
For the first time that evening, Komaeda was lost for words.
“You... really did like me, huh?”
Hinata gently nodded. Komaeda’s head sunk...
“... I’m sorry I had to disappoint you, Hinata-kun. I liked you too. I loved you. I... I still...”
He suddenly snapped out whatever solemn moment he was enduring, choosing to wear a grin instead.
“— Never mind that. You agreed... and I don’t plan on telling a soul.”
Komaeda grasped Hinata by the chin... and pressed his lips hard to the tied up brunette faster than he could realise that Komaeda was kissing him.
“Mmmrphhh~...!”
He was actually properly kissing him this time — using his hands to caress Hinata’s cheeks, steadying him at the best angle for him to shove his tongue deep within Hinata’s mouth as they exchanged saliva. Hinata couldn’t help but reciprocate with his own tongue, slicking it together with Komaeda’s. It were as if they were both duelling... or even better... dancing.
It was a foreign feeling that Hinata hadn’t experienced, but he enjoyed it. Especially as he felt Komaeda’s cock press against his own again. Except this time, Komaeda had no clothing barrier... he wished he could reach out and touch him. But that was where Komaeda still had control of this entire scenario.
Luckily for him, Komaeda soon tugged down Hinata’s bottom half of clothes... exposing his bare, naked package. Komaeda was more smart than to go straight for touching Hinata’s member though... he knew that would please Hinata too soon.
“Be right back~...” he whispered delicately, wandering off to an unviewable corner of the room.
From behind himself, Hinata could hear what sounded like Komaeda rustling through some junk — a box, perhaps?
“Ah — just where I left it~.” Komaeda mused dreamily. Hinata heard his footsteps fast approach him again.
“Wh-what was?”
*SQUIRT*
“Komaeda... what was that?” Hinata had a feeling he knew exactly what that was... especially since he also heard Komaeda’s hand slap together, rubbing in copious amounts of the mystery substance. He chuckled to himself.
“Answer me, damn it!” Hinata may have agreed to this treatment, but being ignored still irritated him.
“Ahah... ahahahh... you truly are clueless. I’m guessing they didn’t teach anything worthwhile about biology on the Reserve Course...”
Crude fingertips interrupted, repositioning Hinata’s boxers from behind so that they exposed his asscheeks in full. Hinata couldn’t help but quiver in anxiety as the slightly taller boy pulled him close with sticky hands—
Wait. Why are they sticky?!
And smell like... strawberry???
Oh. Oh god... that’s lube...
Komaeda’s body was pressing upon Hinata as close as he possibly could get with the remnants of the chair and tied rope in the way. Hinata’s cheek was squished to the ground.
He waited... with baited breath...
And then, it happened.
“HAAAAHH~!”
Komaeda pushed a single slicked finger into Hinata’s ass.
“Wow... it’s so warm... I can feel your muscles clenching around me. Hmm... what would you say, Hinata-kun — is you being this tight good luck... or bad luck~?”
“Haaah~... I...” Hinata couldn’t focus as his mouth began to drool a neat puddle on the floor in front of him.
*SLAP!*
“AAAAGHHH~!”
Komaeda had spanked his naked asscheek hard. He obviously didn’t receive the answer he was searching for.
“I asked you a question, Hinata-kun. Don’t be bratty, or I’ll stick a few too many fingers inside... or I could just—“
His free hand suddenly clutched Hinata’s testicles, giving them an all too knowingly squeeze.
“Nghhh~! S-sorry... I... uh... g-good luck! It’s good luck... r-right?”
“Ahahahh... good boy, Hinata-kun. You’re correct...”
Komaeda continued fondling Hinata’s hanging pendulum between his thumb, while his other hand slowly pumped his slender digit in and out of Hinata. He sniggered to himself at every little pleasing whimper Hinata made.
“After all... no one likes a loose hole. You see, Hinata-kun, when I put my disgusting organ inside you, I want to feel that warmth embrace me... I would imagine you’ll bleed from my shameful act...”
Hinata’s throat was repeatedly vibrating from hoarse moans. His eyes rolled back as his body began to relax. However, Komaeda didn’t want him getting too comfortable... so in went another heavily lubed finger to accompany the first.
“Haaaaaahhhhh~...”
Komaeda continued with his taunt as his fingers picked up in pace, expertly prodding against his fleshy inner walls, stimulating his senses.
“... but don’t worry. It will be a pain you will enjoy. A bright light of hope so intoxicating, it’ll overcome the despair. In fact... you’ll feel so empty without my unworthy tool deep inside you, you’ll be begging me to fill you up all over again... you’ll truly become an embodiment of your talent — the Ultimate Reserve Course Whore. Ahaha... ahahaahhh! AHAHAHAAHHAAHAAHH!!!”
“FUCK~!!!”
Nonononono.
Not now! Not now! NOT NOW!
Hinata desperately tried to think of something, anything, to distract himself from spilling his fluids all over the ground. It was bad enough he was willingly letting Komaeda have his way with him... even worse that he was thoroughly getting off on the degrading slurs. They just sounded so pretty coming from Komaeda’s velvety, soft-spoken voice... like a sweet venom poisoning him from the outside in...
Komaeda must’ve realised Hinata was close... so he fast withdrew his fingers. Hinata whined out, almost biting his own tongue so he wouldn’t be heard.
“Hmm... regrettably, I’ll admit you’re right, Hinata-kun. This chair is getting in the way of me being able to fully enjoy your body...”
*SNAP!*
He dismantled the wood, freeing Hinata from it completely, leaving him tied only at the wrists and ankles.
“Ah, that’s better! Now... where were we? Ah, that’s right... I was about to make love to you. How romantic~.”
“N-nothing about this is... r-romantic...” Hinata stammered.
“No, I suppose from your perspective, it isn’t. You don’t know the truth that I know. About us... about our situation... about why I am treating you this way...”
“It’s because I’m not talented, you said it yourself...”
“Oh? That. Well... that’s a minor part of the issue, if I am to be truly honest with you...”
“H...huh???” Now Hinata was truly confused. What the fuck did he mean?
“Answer me this”, he inquired, the squirting nouse of the bottle making it obvious what he was doing behind him. “Do war criminals deserve redemption? Is hope beyond them for such despair that they caused?”
“W-war criminals? Isn’t that a... a bit much? I’m only a guy with no talent!”
“... That you are.” That was Komaeda’s only response. No pushing him for an answer, this time. Not only that, but he sounded... sad?
No, I’m making things up. Just to feel better... right?
There was no time to think it over — Komaeda’s slicked up, dripping cock was probing steadfast at Hinata’s awaiting entrance.
“Hngh~...” moaned Hinata.
“Wow... is someone needy~?” The taller male grasped hold of the brunette’s hips as he applied more pressure, beginning to penetrate.
“Y-yyyynnnghhh~...!”
“Mmm~... such sweet music to my ears... make more music for me... Hajime~.”
Hinata didn’t have time to ponder on the sudden use of his given name — Komaeda pushed his cock all the way in. He could feel Komaeda inside him. He cried out — such a bizarre sensation. He was secretly grateful he used lube.
“Nghhh~... Good boy~...”
Did he just... praise me???
Komaeda was completely still for a few moments, fully embracing Hinata’s tight entrance hugging his member.
“Aagghhnnhhh~... it’s hot...” whined Hinata, eyes wincing, tears beginning to simmer.
Komaeda’s hand unexpectedly stroked Hinata’s brunette spikes.
“... It’s funny, y’know? The amount of times I hoped... prayed... I would be where you are now. That you would just take advantage of my fragile body... I wanted you to love me, Hajime. I’m a disgrace, I’m aware.”
“Love you...? Then... why?” His words weren’t spiteful at all. And neither were Komaeda’s.
“...”
“Why do this, Komaeda? Why... why didn’t you just... tell me?”
“I did. I did tell you, Hajime... remember? You walked away...” and with that, he snapped his hips forward.
“Naghhhghh~!”
“You walked away... and then, that’s when... everything changed.”
“So this is all... because I never said those words back to you? This is... revenge?”
“Ahahahahh~... silly Hajime...” he began rolling his hips, over and over. The movement felt somewhat less sore. Or maybe Hinata was just distracted by the odd conversation topic.
“My name is Hinata to you!”
He sighed... it was a gorgeous, swooning sigh... one that would make Hinata melt. “You really think I’m that petty? I’ve spent my entire life, completely used to no one reciprocating any affection toward me. I had made my peace with that...” he trailed his fingertips down Hinata’s spine... then under his shirt. “I’ve already told you that, although I am only doing this with your consent, this is... for different reasons. But, by the time you realise...”
He’ll be gone.
No, what? Where did that sudden thought come from?
“... Just relax, okay? Here...” one of the palms resting at the base of Hinata’s spine dipped down to wrap around his achingly hard erection that had been dangling idle below them.
“Aaahhh~...”
“Mm, that’s right... relax for me...”
The hand slowly jerked back and forth, feeling wonderful on Hinata’s foreskin. Could he... really enjoy this?
Komaeda leant in, pressing their perspiring bodies closer together. He was panting aggressively with every thrust. Hinata couldn’t see him from the angle of his position, but he vividly imagined Komaeda’s expression — the same one he often wore publicly in trials when he knew hope would save the day. Even Hinata would describe it as... orgasmic.
“Uugghhhh~!”
The pace quickened. His prostate pounded.
Over and over and over... that delicious sweet spot inside him... gonna set him off...
“F-fuckkk~...!”
“That’s right, Hajime... I am fucking you... good boy~...” he repeated, his tone laced with sarcasm, but also... entirely prurient. Hinata heard him throw his head back in a deep erogenous groan.
“... I... I wish...”
“H-huh? What do you wish, Hajime? That I wasn’t the one taking your virginity?”
“N-no...”
“Oh?”
“I w-wish...” he moaned from finally feeling pleasure between his words. “... that we... could’ve done this... before...”
“... You do?”
“Yeah... on... the beach... you were beautiful... you are beautiful... to me...”
“Are you just quoting cringey song lyrics, Hajime? Have I fucked you delirious? Aha... ahahahah~...!”
“No... s-seriously... I mean it...”
He truly meant it.
That first day. On the beach.
It could have been perfect...
Fuck that monochrome bear. Fuck the mastermind of this game. Fuck whoever thought me and my classmates should kill each other. Fuck everything. Fuck it all. Fuck every shitty little part of this goddamn island.
We could’ve been perfect... together... in different circumstances...
“You’re... still my classmate... my friend... more than that...” he sounded as though he were grovelling... eyes stinging from accumulating tears.
“I love you, Hinata Hajime... but you knew that~.”
“I... I... aaaaghhhhhhh, N-Nagitoooo~!”
He couldn’t hold anymore.
Komaeda’s hand continued to pump him as his seed spilled out onto the floor, just as Komaeda predicted.
“Oh m-my... you sure... c-came a lot~... ngghhh Hajime~... I’m gonna...”
Hinata felt it — Komaeda’s cock, twitching within his passage. This was it — Komaeda was gonna unload inside him.
Any second now...
“... Do it... fucking do it~...!” Hinata cried out, revelling in the waves of his own orgasm.
There was a low, satisfying groan from the white-haired male, a couple more sudden, jutting shoves of his length... then a release. He sighed with sheer delight... gently rocking back and forth, his hot cum filling Hinata’s hole, spilling out, mixing in with Hinata’s milky puddle.
Both were still — savouring the moment in time with joint heaving breaths when they both felt a serene happiness that had been absent from the pair of them since the killing game began.
But it didn’t last long.
Complete silence befell the room as Komaeda carefully pulled out...
He untied Hinata‘s wrists and ankles... completely freeing him.
He also handed him a box of tissues to clean up.
“Feel free to stab me, if you like. I don’t mind. I left the knife over there.”
“... Seriously? After... all that? That is all you have to say to me...???”
Even after having sex with the guy, Hinata still didn’t understand him. Not one bit.
After both boys got dressed again, Komaeda silently turned toward the door... when Hinata lunged at him from behind.
This was it.
Hinata was gonna end him... right?
Wrong.
Broad arms wrapped around the pale boy’s shoulders in a warm embrace. He felt wet tears stain his neck as Hinata nuzzled his head into the crook. He sloppily kissed at the skin.
Over and over.
Weeping.
Hinata was crying uncontrollably.
“Please... Komaeda, I beg you... whatever you’re planning... don’t. Don’t leave us... don’t leave me... let’s do this again. You can do whatever you like to me... I’ll allow it... I’ll enjoyed it... I’ve always enjoyed your company... I wanna leave this island. I wanna leave it with you by my side. I wanna leave this all behind and live a fulfilled life with you, even if I am boring or untalented or completely useless, I love you and please, PLEASE don’t leave me alone!!!”
...
A single tear rolled down Komaeda’s cheek.
Ah, to live that life with you, Hinata Hajime...
It’s all he could ever want and dream of...
But that was not their reality.
Komaeda and his classmates, the same classmates he once idolised as symbols of hope... were the infamous remnants of despair. They had committed unspeakable crimes in the name of Enoshima Junko. They were despicable war criminals who incited riots and murder all over the world like a sick, twisted cult.
There was only one true way off of this island... sacrifice.
Only the “traitor” would be the true hope for them all.
He secretly wished the traitor was Hinata... he would gladly give his life for Hinata and the rest of his class to abolish despair.
After all... hope always wins in the end. That’s what he always believed... in hope. And his luck.
“Don’t worry about me. Goodnight, Hajime. I promise I won’t tell anyone about what happened here.”
He turned... passionately kissed his lips one more time... then closed the warehouse door behind him.
Maybe they’ll meet again... in another life... if they’re lucky... oh, to be lucky.