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Hajime sighed, having just received the tray from Mahiru. Of course he’d be stuck giving food to the crazy guy.
Still, as he trodden through the courtyard toward the old building, Hajime remembered the friendliness and the warmth that Nagito had shown him when he had first woken up.
Had it all been fake?
The idea unsettled Hajime, but it wasn’t too hard to believe. Especially after hearing Nagito’s sickening laugh.
Hajime pushed into the building, making his way to the room that Nagito was held.
“Ah, could it be?” Nagito looked up as Hajime entered the room. Hajime kept a firm hold on the tray. “Did you take time out of your busy day to bring some food to little old me? I’m so happy! As you can see, I can’t exactly greet you with my full hospitality, but feel free to relax.”
Hajime didn’t bother responding to the question. He merely plopped down the tray, frowning.
“Huh, what happened? Your face looks kind of scary.”
Hajime kicked the tray closer, “I didn’t come here to talk to you, I just came here to bring you some food. So go on, eat it.”
“Well, aren’t you going to feed me?” Nagito asked, his large smile ever present on his face. “I can’t exactly with my hands handcuffed like this.”
“What-“ Hajime started to protest.
“Actually, I’m really glad you came, it would be really embarrassing to ask a girl to feed me.” Nagito smoothed.
Hajime frowned, of course Mahiru pawned this job onto him.
“Anyway, what happened to Mahiru, did she leave saying she had some business to take care of?”
Hajime froze, “Wha- how did you know that?” A deep sense of dread fell over him, there was no way that Nagito was up to anything good.
“By the way, I heard about… Twilight Syndrome Murder Case, was it?” Nagito said with feigned ignorance. “I have mixed feelings… I really liked that game a lot.”
Hajime was fed up with Nagito, “Don’t change the subject, I’m asking you-“
“Oh well, I’m a little disappointed…” Nagito continued to talk on, ignoring Hajime’s interruption. “It’s not like you ultimates to ignore the threat that’s standing right in front of you. Are you really planning on not playing the game? Do you seriously think Monokuma would let that slide?”
“But-“
“You should confront it!” Nagito’s psychotic grin was cemented upon his face. “After all, hope springs up when you confront despair!”
“I don’t want to be tricked by you anymore.” Hajime said firmly. “Bye now-“
Just as Hajime turned to leave, something tripped him. He fell forward, landing sprawled out on the wood floor. Before he could push himself up to stand, though, he felt Nagito’s weight on him and a chain around his neck.
It appeared as though in the split second that Hajime had turned, Nagito had managed to unlock his chains and stick his leg out to trip Hajime. Then, he climbed upon the boy and wrapped the chain around his neck.
“I’m sorry Hajime.” Nagito whispered hoarsely in Hajime’s ear. “But I think some rather interesting stuff is going down out there and I wouldn’t want you to mess that up.”
Hajime struggled and bucked against Nagito’s weight, but the boy was stronger (or heavier) than he looked.
“In the meantime, why don’t we have a little fun here?” Nagito purred into Hajime’s ear, easing up on the pressure he was putting down on the other boy.
It was deceptive though, because as soon as Hajime pushed back against Nagito to try and shove him off, Nagito whirled Hajime around, lifting both his hands above his head and handcuffing both his hands to a radiator.
Hajime struggled against the handcuffs, half cursing Nagito himself and half cursing his luck for getting stuck bringing Nagito food at all. He sat slumped against the radiator, waiting for Nagito’s next move
“You know, trash like me would normally never be able to experience intimacy with someone as high as an ultimate.” Nagito breathed, sliding a hand up Hajime’s thigh as he leaned close into his neck. He pressed small kisses before sucking rough hickies onto the other boy’s neck.
Meanwhile, his hand continued up Hajime’s thigh before unbuttoning his pants and beginning to pull them down.
Hajime shut his eyes, fighting the urge to moan as Nagito slipped his hand underneath his boxers and began to stroke him.
“Quite amazing.” Nagito’s breath tickled Hajime’s breath. “Every part of an ultimate truly is amazing.”
Nagito pulled down Hajime’s boxers and threw them off, then he reached down and pulled his own dick from his pants.
Nagito smiled, tilting his head.
“I’m quite flattered by the thought that I am better than an ultimate at one thing.” He laughed.
Hajime blushed, quickly crossing his legs.
Nagito frowned, putting his hand to his head, “Ah, how stupid of me to say that I could even compare to an ultimate!”
Nagito forced Hajime’s legs apart, reaching a hand down to touch his hole.
“Do you play with yourself here, I wonder?” Nagito hummed, sticking a finger in.
Hajime moaned and then quickly but his lip to stop himself.
Nagito laughed again, “And to think an ultimate could be so submissive!”
Nagito gave Hajime a second finger, thrusting in and out of the boy. Hajime couldn’t help it as his dick began to leak precum, how was Nagito so good at this?
Nagito harshly removed his fingers, grabbing Hajime by the legs before shoving his dick into the boy.
It all happened so suddenly that Hajime hardly had had time to react. Before he knew it Nagito was fucking into him roughly.
“Of course an ultimate would feel so good.” Nagito breathed out, pausing for a quick moment to angle his dick up more.
As he thrust in again, Hajime moaned loudly. Nagito had aimed up into just the right spot, making Hajime’s whole body quiver.
Nagito reached a hand up and began to play with Hajime’s nipples as he fucked him. Just as he wasn’t gentle with fucking him, he wasn’t gentle with Hajime’s nipples either. He pinched and twisted them roughly, which only made Hajime groan more.
With all the sudden stimulation, Hajime couldn’t take it very long. He came hard, his whole body tensing up as his cum splattered onto his stomach.
Nagito chuckled dryly, “Couldn’t even last five minutes?”
Nagito gripped onto Hajime’s waist tighter, not showing any signs of slowing down as he continued to fuck him fast.
It wasn’t until Hajime felt himself building up another orgasm that Nagito began to grind deep into the boy, depositing his cum into his ass.
Nagito pulled out of Hajime, ignoring as his cum dripped from Hajime’s ass onto the flooring. Hajime was out of breath, but somehow Nagito seemed to be perfectly fine.
“Whew!” Nagito stood, shoving his dick back into his pants. “That was well needed. Anyway, it seems that I have business elsewhere, see ya later, Hajime!”
With that, Nagito turned on his heel and left.