Archive of Our Own

"Second Lieutenant Koito? The First Lieutenant wants to see you."

Koito, who's been filling out some paperwork, quickly snaps out of his focus, jumping to his feet as he dismisses the private who came in to deliver the message.

What a delightful surprise! They haven't seen each other in a while. Koito wonders what First Lieutenant Tsurumi has to say. Could it be that Koito's messed something up recently? Maybe First Lieutenant Tsurumi just wants to tell him he's been doing a good job. Either way, his input is always valuable. And if he wants to entrust a mission to Koito, even better! He's already determined to do his best and prove to the First Lieutenant once more that he's trustworthy.

Although, the more Koito thinks about it... He's scared to face First Lieutenant Tsurumi again. Given the things Koito's uncovered recently... Perhaps his fears are not without merit.

Not that his feelings towards First Lieutenant Tsurumi have changed; he doubts they ever could. Perhaps they're stronger than ever, if one considers Koito continues as devoted as always even after finding out about how Tsurumi orchestrated his kidnapping when he was younger.

Koito washes his face at the water basin he keeps in his office. That's what he has chosen to believe: that, even once the manipulation has come to light, his feelings for First Lieutenant Tsurumi remain as they have always been.

His feelings for him are too intense and complex to unpack, anyway, so he won't bother trying.

Koito knocks at the door of Tsurumi's office, noticing that it is ajar; he waits a couple of moments before stepping inside, and once he does, he's met with a quite disheveled-looking Usami, standing next to Tsurumi's chair. Straightening his posture, the private makes his way towards the door without a word, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and smirking at Koito as he walks past him. Koito feels his stomach churn.

"Second Lieutenant," Tsurumi calls soon after, gesturing to the seat opposite to his, the desk between the two chairs. "Please have a seat."

There is an usual serene yet all-knowing look on his face, which gives Koito butterflies. It always does, no matter how many times he's seen it. He takes the seat.

"You wanted to see me?" Koito's a little nervous. He always is around Tsurumi.

"I did," Tsurumi replies calmly, seemingly taking his time. He leans forward, his elbow resting against the table and his chin supported over his hand, while he traces circular patterns over the desk with his other hand. The air is stale with tension, and Koito feels like he can't breathe. Now he's more than just a little nervous. Tsurumi is unpredictable, and this atmosphere is making Koito feel like he's in danger.

"This is in regards to your recent behavior, Second Lieutenant Koito," his voice is still calm as ever, yet Koito can hear the threatening undertone so clearly. "Specifically, the fact that you allowed Private Tanigaki and Inkarmat to escape."

At those words, Koito's throat closes shut, his entire body language reflecting how tense he's feeling. He can't bring himself to look at Tsurumi.

How the hell does he know? Did Tsukishima rat him out?

He's always been a horrible, horrible liar, too transparent for his own good. There's no way he's making it out of this unscathed. Koito's trying to come up with an explanation when Tsurumi speaks again.

"Now, that's an interesting reaction, isn't it," there's a grin on his face, which Koito can see even without looking at him. "I suspected this had been the case, given the conflicting dates on yours and Sergeant Tsukishima's reports, but you've just confirmed it for me. Cooperative as always." Given Tsurumi's tone, there's no doubt he's angry, and justifiably so.

Oh, so that's what this is. Well, good job Koito, you've just dug your own grave.

A wave of shame takes over him, his face burning as he tries to control his breathing, and he honestly feels like he might start crying any minute. This is the worst case scenario of the worst case scenario; even death would be preferable over First Lieutenant Tsurumi suspecting he's a traitor. His mouth opens but not even Satsuma dialect comes out.

Tsurumi is silent for a couple more moments, apparently doing nothing but watch Koito try to not hyperventilate. Koito has never felt so humiliated before, and he deserves it. Those are the consequences of his actions. That's what he gets for going against First Lieutenant Tsurumi's orders.

"Second Lieutenant Koito, pay attention," Tsurumi says, the tone of his voice unreadable. Koito finally faces him, undeniably afraid, and there's a little smile on Tsurumi's face.

He taps over Koito's side of the desk, gesturing with his head towards Koito's hands. His expression has morphed completely, like he's suddenly no longer angry, which confuses Koito; this is certainly not the first time Koito's seen his mood flip so quickly, and that just makes this whole situation all the more terrifying. He reluctantly places both his hands over the desk. Much to his surprise, Tsurumi reaches out and takes one of the hands, running his thumb over Koito's knuckles.

What's this? He stares at their connected hands, dumbfounded. This... This is new. Tsurumi's never done anything like this before.

"Sweet boy, I didn't mean to scare you like that," the older man coos, and this unexpected gesture of gentleness disarms Koito completely. That serene voice and delicate touch quickly make Koito significantly less nervous. "You're unusually quiet. Tell me what's on your mind."

He takes a deep breath and carefully selects his words, focusing on getting them right like it's the most important thing he'll ever say — it probably is.

"I would never betray you, First Lieutenant Tsurumi."

"I know, I know," although he sounds reassuring, Koito knows Tsurumi well enough to perceive the underlying threatening tone, just as before. "If I thought you would, or that you had, this conversation wouldn't be happening." Despite the now more explicit threat, Tsurumi continues to gently stroke his knuckles.

Koito thinks about his next words some more. Even though what he said is true, that doesn't mean Tsurumi necessarily believes him. Actions speak louder than words, of course. He needs Tsurumi to believe him, though. If his First Lieutenant doesn't trust him, Koito has nothing going for him. He's smart and hardworking, but he knows he's only where he is because of his father's status and because Tsurumi took a liking to him.

Perhaps he should just be honest, and share with Tsurumi what had happened that led him to act the way he did. But he also needs to make it clear that no matter what doubts he has, his loyalty has always been and will always be unwavering.

"I had a run-in with Private Ogata a while ago in which he tried to kill me, and he..." he fidgets with his fingers, until he is struck by a wave of boldness and decides to take First Lieutenant Tsurumi's hand in his, grasping it as firmly as possible. "He said... The same thing I was called when I got kidnapped. A Russian word, calling me a spoiled brat."

He lets his words sink in, while he evaluates how to best tread this minefield. Tsurumi isn't an idiot, and neither is he; they both know what Koito is onto, so it's okay if he cuts some corners. However, Koito can't afford to come across as accusatory.

"Even if the kidnapping was staged, and First Lieutenant Tsurumi did this to reach his goals..." he swallows, looking away and feeling his nose burn as though he's about to cry. "I understand I don't have all the pieces needed to view the full picture, so I won't make a judgment of the First Lieutenant's intentions based on that." He bows his head slightly in reverence. "I trust the First Lieutenant's decisions. And I'm honored to be part of something larger than me."

As if reflecting upon Koito's words for a moment, Tsurumi straightens his posture, pulling his hand back. Koito reflexively takes his hands off the desk and places them over his lap.

"Second Lieutenant, you've always been so eager to prove yourself," Tsurumi points out. "Maybe this is the opportunity you've been waiting for. Makes me wonder if you didn't stage this whole thing yourself."

Tsurumi is joking, Koito knows, but nevertheless his face instantly heats up, there's no doubt he's blushing. A string of justifications in Satsuma dialect comes out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and Tsurumi lifts his hand in a halting gesture, getting Koito to refrain from talking.

"Your reasoning is very sound and convincing, and your record has been pristine since your first day under my command," he continues. "But I have to be honest. You letting Private Tanigaki and Inkarmat go soon after your run-in with Private Ogata is a red flag I cannot afford to ignore."

This time, Tsurumi leans back on his chair, more relaxed. "We're at a crucial moment in our mission and one slip-up could cost us everything. I'm sure you understand where I'm coming from."

Koito nods emphatically.

"I won't punish you, Second Lieutenant. My goal is to be unequivocally convinced of your loyalty to me by the time you leave this office."

Koito doesn't know whether to feel relieved or more nervous; knowing Tsurumi, there's certainly a catch here. With those words, Tsurumi gets up, moving to Koito's chair, and places a hand over his shoulder as he stands behind him.

"No need to be tense," Tsurumi says softly, pressing Koito's shoulder in a massage-like touch. "We're going to work this out and everything will be okay." His voice is barely a whisper.

Koito feels a sigh leave his lips involuntarily, eyes fluttering shut. "Yes, sir."

After what feels like an endless stretch of time, Tsurumi speaks again, his mouth so close to Koito's ear he can feel the warmth of his breath on his skin. "Dear Otonoshin... For your task today, I want you to give me something. Something precious, which I will keep forever as proof of your loyalty."

The use of his first name strikes something within Koito which he wasn't even aware existed until now. Tsurumi's closeness to his face isn't helping. He needs to focus. Tsurumi is giving him a task of utmost importance.

"S-something precious?" He echoes. He has no idea what Tsurumi's oddly-wired brain is onto this time. "Like a gift?"

Tsurumi lets out a rumbling laugh straight into Koito's ear. It makes the hairs on the back of Koito's neck stand. "Perhaps you could see it that way." He places a hand over Koito's unoccupied shoulder, slowly sliding it towards his chest. "But it has to be so that you can only give it to me. No one else can have it."

Koito huffs, slightly frustrated. Isn't that how every gift is? Who the hell is asking for their gifts back? This riddle is either too complex or Koito's brain has stopped working entirely due to the fondling he's getting from his superior officer. Possibly both.

"Sir..." he swallows, mouth completely dry. His eyes are still squeezed shut, perhaps because of the nervousness he's feeling. "Could you please give me clearer instructions?"

One of Tsurumi's hands finally reaches Koito's chin, and his thumb slides all the way up to his bottom lip, playing with it absentmindedly.

"Tell me, boy..." his other hand finds its way to Koito's hair. "Have you ever been with another person?"

Koito's eyes shoot open. "S-sir?"

"Intimately," Tsurumi elaborates, and Koito can hear him smiling. His facial hair tickles Koito's ear.

"I have not," Koito replies promptly. This can't be it, right? This is just another deceitful step on Tsurumi's elaborate plan. There's no way Tsurumi is so willingly giving him the one thing he's dreamed of since they first met. Not after Koito has fucked up in such a major way.

"Then," Tsurumi takes Koito's chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "Today you will give me your purity, as proof of your loyalty to me."

Koito is frozen in place, eyes locked with Tsurumi's. His heart is racing like never before in his life, and he can't bring himself to say anything, let alone process what Tsurumi has just said. His mind is completely empty, and he sees a droplet of cerebrospinal fluid dribbling down the side of Tsurumi's nose.

"Seems like I'm leaking a little," Tsurumi points out in a slightly amused tone. "Clean it up for me."

Blinking a couple of times, Koito takes a moment to process the command he's just received; in an impulse, he moves his face closer to Tsurumi's and laps his tongue over the liquid, licking it clean. It's quite the peculiar taste; like blood and tears. When he pulls back, Tsurumi is looking at him with a grin, and he feels his face flush.

"I didn't know you had it in you, Second Lieutenant," he says, not bothering to disguise how amused he is. "It's always the shy ones, isn't it?"

Koito sputters some Satsuma dialect, desperation and shame taking over him. Tsurumi is teasing him so openly; Koito can't cope. He only really calms down as Tsurumi gently strokes his hair.

"There, boy," Tsurumi pats his head. "No need to get so riled up, you're no use to me if you die of a heart attack." He then offers Koito his hand, getting him to stand up, and pulls him close to his chest.

Perhaps it's because Koito has known Tsurumi since he was little, but it's strange to notice the First Lieutenant is... Actually pretty short. Well, they're the same height, but both of Koito's parents are quite small and he's only a little taller than both. He never thought he'd grow to be the same height as Tsurumi, whose stature seemed so imposing to him as a young boy. Perhaps it's just his powerful presence, since Koito still feels the same way to this day.

"Otonoshin?"

Koito shakes his head, snapping himself out of the thoughts he's just gotten lost in. "Sir?"

"I've yet to hear a response from you."

He straightens his posture. "First Lieutenant Tsurumi!" He calls in an unnecessarily loud tone, which he only realizes after the fact. "I'm not certain whether..." Koito pauses and looks away, searching for the right words. "Whether me giving myself to you is the most appropriate way to go about this."

"How so?" Tsurumi's hand makes its way to Koito's arm, which he squeezes gently. With such affection, it's easy to forget about Tsurumi's ruthless, unforgiving side.

And then, as he tries to formulate an answer, Koito realizes he's talked himself into a corner. He will have no choice but to admit his feelings to the First Lieutenant; knowing Tsurumi, Koito is fully aware of the fact that he will find a way to get those words out of him, too. He blushes deeply, hunching his shoulders and wishing he could curl into himself and out of existence.

The hand that was on Koito's arm makes its way to his face, and Tsurumi gently strokes his cheek and jaw with his thumb.

"Tell me what's wrong, my boy," he mumbles, voice honeyed. "Do you not trust me?"

Koito knows, he knows he's being manipulated and used. He knows Tsurumi is aware that this is the way to get exactly what he wants out of Koito. He knows this affection is probably not genuine, otherwise Tsurumi would have showed interest in him before, even if just sexually. But there is nothing in the world Koito wants more than this. It may not be genuine, but it is real. It is happening.

Since he's being used anyway, he might as well use Tsurumi back to satisfy his own fantasies. They can both play pretend and have some fun.

"I want to prove my loyalty to First Lieutenant Tsurumi," he says clearly, no stuttering or slip-ups of Satsuma dialect, and leans into the touch. "But this doesn't feel like an adequate test because it is something that I want so much. It's too easy."

Maybe it's because of his sudden confident boldness, but it seems like this time Tsurumi is the one who got caught off-guard. Koito glances at him briefly and it's like Tsurumi's brain is changing gears.

"If it's that easy then surely it would be no problem to you, Second Lieutenant?" He retorts with simplicity. He has a point. Koito feels like he's walking into a trap, but he isn't exactly sure of what the catch is. As if sensing his doubt, Tsurumi adds, "Besides, how will you prove anything if it's on your terms?"

First Lieutenant Tsurumi is impossible. Koito can't possibly argue with him. He doesn't even want to. He's just overcomplicating something that should be a dream come true.

"I will do whatever it takes to prove myself, First Lieutenant," he replies, the confidence from earlier still mostly present.

Tsurumi closes the space between their faces, facial hair and lips brushing against Koito's cheek but not quite touching. "I want to see you shed that coy skin of yours and reveal to me how depraved and cock-hungry you really are," he whispers, and a full-body shiver takes over Koito. Tsurumi really is dirty talking like this right next to his ear.

He won't falter, though. There's too much at stake here. He'll do anything Tsurumi requests. "Yes, sir," he replies firmly.

Making some space between them, Tsurumi moves back to his chair, where he sits with his legs comfortably spread out. Koito stands in front of him, awaiting his next command, but Tsurumi simply gestures vaguely with his hand, as if telling Koito to proceed.

This isn't the time to feel insecure. If Tsurumi is giving him the reigns, he won't disappoint him. Koito drops to his knees, hands moving to Tsurumi's pants. He swiftly undoes them, only mildly surprised to find the other already half hard underneath the fundoshi.

Curiously stroking the length over the cotton, Koito takes note of the sensations involved in this new experience, before tentatively pulling Tsurumi's underwear to the side, just enough to set his erection free.

It is only when Koito sees Tsurumi's fully erect cock mere inches away from his face that he truly realizes what is about to happen, and feels a decent amount of nervousness take over him. A droplet of pre-cum rolls down the shaft, and Koito huffs out a laugh as he notices the resemblance between that and Tsurumi's cerebrospinal fluid leaking down his face. He wonders if they taste similar, too.

To satiate his curiosity, Koito dives straight in, cleaning up the pre-cum with his tongue as he drags it up Tsurumi's shaft. He risks looking up, and when he meets Tsurumi's gaze, there's a knowing smirk on his face. Koito's cheeks immediately heat up and he decides to focus on the task at hand; Tsurumi laughs, hand meeting Koito's hair.

"You're always so proper, Otonoshin," he comments as he runs his hand over the front of Koito's hair, ruining his meticulously well kempt middle part. "But the look you gave me just now wasn't very innocent. Are you sure this is your first time?"

Koito, who has taken Tsurumi's cock in his hand and has been giving it careful tentative kitty licks, blushes even deeper and mumbles, "I didn't want to do it with anyone who wasn't First Lieutenant Tsurumi." Albeit true, admitting this feels juvenile and embarrassing, so Koito decides to occupy his mouth, figuring he can't make things worse for himself if he can't talk. He takes the head into his mouth, observing how it feels against his tongue. It's not a bad sensation, and the taste is okay too, but the angle is a bit unforgiving; still, he gradually takes more of it into his mouth, learning what his limits are.

Despite the awkwardness of it all, Tsurumi seems to be patiently waiting for Koito to figure it out, giving him encouraging head pats. Perhaps this is amusing to him, in a sadistic way; Koito is inexperienced and clueless, and maybe Tsurumi gets off in watching his clumsiness. No one really talks about it, but everyone in the 7th division knows Tsurumi often brings his subordinates to his office or his private quarters for long stretches of time, so there's no doubt others in the past have done this much better than Koito is doing it right now. Hell, now that Koito is thinking about it, Usami probably was here for this too, wasn't he? The thought of putting his mouth where Usami's had just been feels a bit gross, but Koito trusts that the First Lieutenant is more thorough than that with his hygiene.

Koito can't think of anyone from the division who he hasn't seen disappear in Tsurumi's office for a few hours at least once. How does Tsurumi... Choose them? Are there set criteria? Usami is competitive and ruthless, and he gets rewarded for that. Tsukishima is disciplined and obedient, and he gets rewarded for that. Ogata is no longer around but Koito clearly remembers him being rewarded for... Being competent? Maybe? Even Nikaidou, who doesn't seem to have much going for him, gets Tsurumi's attention from time to time. Koito is competitive and ruthless, he is disciplined and obedient, he is competent and he's certainly more loyal than Ogata or more reliable and sane than Nikaidou. Why has Tsurumi never given Koito this kind of attention before? And even now, he's admittedly doing it only because there's distrust between them.

Koito lifts his head, pulling Tsurumi's cock out of his mouth, and looks up at him. His eyes are brimmed with tears; at least he has the excuse of his inexperienced gag reflex to back him up.

"First Lieutenant Tsurumi," Koito calls, his voice rough. "Am I doing something wrong?"

Tsurumi gives him a warm smile, cupping his cheek with a hand. "You're doing a wonderful job," he says, and it sounds genuine, it really does. But it isn't enough.

Getting up, Koito climbs on the chair, straddling Tsurumi. He doesn't ask for permission or wait for Tsurumi to give him his go ahead. He takes Tsurumi's face between his hands; they're sticky with spit and other indeterminate blowjob fluids.

"I want you to be proud of me," Koito confesses, their foreheads almost touching. He can feel his eyelashes sticking together with tears but he refuses to cry. "I'm always doing my best because I want you to be satisfied with the work I do, and I want to be a helpful addition to the division. I know I messed up and I don't blame you for wanting me to prove myself, but please realize I have been trying to prove myself to you since you rescued me from that kidnapping."

Is that insubordination? For once in his life, Koito doesn't care.

Tsurumi reaches out and gently wipes a wet patch off Koito's cheek.

"I want to be worth something to you, because if I'm not, then there's no point to any of this. If I'm not worth something to you, I can go be worthless back home. I don't need to stay here and waste your time."

Well, that's kinda embarrassing, isn't it. A minute ago he had Tsurumi's cock in his mouth and now he's whining and crying. Koito feels like a helpless child, not unlike how he did the first time they met. It's only then that he notices Tsurumi has wrapped an arm around his waist, while his other hand is delicately stroking Koito's cheek.

"Otonoshin, you are not, and have never been, worthless to me," Tsurumi states firmly but not aggressively. "You are a very competent officer and that's reflected in the fact that you rose through the ranks in such a short amount of time. Do you think you'd be my second-in-command otherwise? Please don't think so low of me and my judgment."

The stern scolding makes Koito's face heat up in shame. He turns his gaze away and rests his head on Tsurumi's shoulder, facing away from his neck. He doesn't know what to say; as usual, he's being a selfish brat, and Tsurumi is right.

But there's something Koito still wants to know.

"I'm aware this is none of my business, and I apologize for addressing this so directly, but..." He chews on his lower lip. "I've noticed First Lieutenant Tsurumi seems to... Favor the other officers. In a way I'm not favored. Or, well, have never been until now."

For a second, Koito is certain he's ruined his only chance with the First Lieutenant. That's too much, too invasive, too entitled. Tsurumi allowing him to suck him off does not mean he owes Koito any explanation about anything.

Still, Tsurumi seems unfazed, as he rubs soothing circles over Koito's back. "You mean to ask why I've never propositioned you before?"

Koito nods decisively, despite also retreating into his shoulders in shyness.

"How can I put this... You are not as vulgar as most people here. If I were to say something and you turned out to not be interested, don't you think that could create some unwanted tension between me and your father?"

Koito chokes on his saliva at the sudden mention of his father, pulling away, eyes wide open. "Do you really think I would say something like this to my father?"

"If you felt like my conduct in propositioning you was inappropriate as your superior officer, you might. How was I supposed to know?" Tsurumi argues, and his logic does make sense. Koito is mostly convinced. Not that he would tell his dad either way. Not that he would even dream of saying no to something like that.

He pulls Koito closer once again, this time both arms wrapped around his waist. "I will admit, though, that I have thought about it a number of times." Koito feels a slight blush color his cheeks. "You are, after all, the prettiest officer in this division. I would have to be blind to not be attracted to you."

The compliment makes Koito chuckle and blush even harder. He hides his face in Tsurumi's shoulder again, this time facing his neck, his arms wrapped around Tsurumi as well. He knows it's true; everyone there — besides the First Lieutenant, of course — is ugly as sin, while Koito has flawless skin and uses adequate hair products instead of a soap bar. Still, it feels different to hear it coming from the older man.

This is just like the day they met. Tsurumi always has the right words to comfort Koito, always says what he needs to hear. Even in his scolding there's gentleness and reassurance. It's something that, at the time, Koito had never felt before, and that he hasn't felt with anyone else since then. In the back of his mind, he's aware of the possibility of Tsurumi's words not being genuine, but right now he doesn't care. Being in his arms feels so good, so right, Koito can't even fathom the possibility of doubting him.

Then, Tsurumi surprises Koito by standing and lifting the younger man with him; Koito lets out a brief kyaah!! in shock. A moment later, he's placed over Tsurumi's desk, legs spread with the other between them, looming dangerously close.

"I guess my pretty boy is longing for some attention, isn't he?" he grins, and the sound of his voice goes straight to Koito's dick.

As words fail Koito, he simply takes Tsurumi's face between his hands and kisses him. He has never kissed anyone before.

For a moment, it's just their lips touching. The prickling of Tsurumi's facial hair is contrasted by the softness of his mouth, and it feels very much like him. Then, not sure how to proceed but knowing he wants to keep kissing the First Lieutenant, he touches the other's lips with his again, this time opening his mouth slightly. Tsurumi shuffles above him, coaxing Koito to lie down over the desk, and then pulls back.

Koito opens his eyes, and the look he sees on Tsurumi's face is completely unfamiliar. In a single gesture, he swipes the desk, sending everything to the floor; he then pulls Koito by the hips, having his hard cock grind against the seam of the boy's pants. He's caught so off guard, Koito can't avoid yelping. He understands now; Tsurumi is ravenous.

Their lips are clashing again. With full control of the situation, Tsurumi opens Koito's mouth and pushes his tongue inside, and it's unlike anything Koito has ever felt; his arms wrapped around the other's neck, he's completely surrendered. With Tsurumi's cock pressing against his crotch, it takes Koito mere moments to reach full hardness, and undoubtedly Tsurumi can feel Koito's cock straining underneath his clothes.

"Hard to believe a precious gem like you has never been touched before," Tsurumi mumbles against Koito's mouth, grinding his hips and ripping shy little moans out of the boy. As they kiss, Tsurumi works on Koito's pants, pulling them down and off along with his boots. Koito immediately begins to unbutton the top of his uniform; he hasn't been told to do so, but he wants Tsurumi to see all of him, to feel the other's warmth against his skin.

As soon as Koito's pants and boots are on the floor alongside Tsurumi's, the older man grasps the front of his fundoshi, ripping another little shout out of Koito. Koito already knows he's barely going to last.

"F-f-first Lieutenant Tsurumi," Koito moans, an iron grip on the other's uniform. "P-please..."

"Please what?" Tsurumi gives his cock another squeeze, and Koito whimpers again. He's so embarrassed at how loud he's being, but he can't help himself.

He starts fumbling with the front of Tsurumi's uniform, trembling hands trying to find a way to undress him. "I want to feel you... All of you..."

With a smile, Tsurumi guides Koito's hands, demonstrating how to unbutton his clothes. Koito follows closely, repeating the same steps with the other's shirt underneath; Tsurumi watches him as though his lack of experience is amusing, but Koito doesn't feel mocked. After all, he could've simply removed his clothes himself, but instead he took the time to instruct Koito and have him participate. Koito feels so special, so important.

Once the older man shrugs his uniform off, Koito gets to see his chest, which has a fair amount of body hair. This isn't something he expected, so runs his hands through the hair with wonder in his eyes, taking in how the other's chest feels under his touch.

"You're wonderful," he whispers, and it's more like he's thinking out loud. "So, so wonderful. First Lieutenant Tsurumi..."

Tracing his lips along Koito's jaw, Tsurumi leaves a trail of little kisses, which give Koito goosebumps and make him whimper. Their chests are pressed together, and the only article of clothing left between their bodies is Koito's fundoshi. Koito wants it gone, but he also wants to enjoy Tsurumi's delicate little demonstrations of affection.

He runs a hand over the back of Tsurumi's head, sliding down to his neck. "Do you have any idea how much... Ah... I've dreamed about this?"

And it's perfect. Tsurumi is perfect. His lips have moved to his collarbone and chest, and have now found a nipple. Koito yelps once more, and Tsurumi chuckles. "Tell me, Otonoshin. It seems you want to share it with me very badly."

Although Koito's face is burning, his filter has long since been forgotten. He has learned that talking too much will get him further than clamming up and not talking at all. So he's not about to stop now.

"When y-you rescued me from the kidnapping, you looked s-so cool and handsome," Koito gasps with another kiss to his nipple. "I couldn't stop thinking about your arms. I wanted them around me at any cost. T-that night, I..." A moan leaves his lips and he's hit with a sudden wave of shame. Should he really be admitting this to his superior officer?

"Yes?" Tsurumi encourages, and now Koito's other nipple is getting some love too. "What happened that night? You can tell me anything you want."

That's really all Koito needs to hear. "That night I touched myself thinking about you and your strong arms," he slurs, talking so quickly his words stumble over each other. He covers his face with a hand.

"That's quite indecent of you, Second Lieutenant," Tsurumi chuckles deeply against his skin, and this time, it's the use of his title that gives Koito goosebumps. He bites his lower lip, trying to suppress a moan as Tsurumi keeps kissing his chest. He's so hard it hurts; having Tsurumi's cock so close to his while they're still separated by a thin layer of cotton hurts even more.

"Please, First Lieutenant Tsurumi, touch me," he cries out, clinging to the other.

"I'm already touching you," he teases as a response, knowing full well what Koito meant. Koito whines.

"P-please, please touch me," he repeats, sounding like he's on the verge of tears. "Touch my cock..." Koito begs, and as soon as the words leave his mouth, he's drowning in embarrassment.

Tsurumi responds with a sound that's somewhere between a growl and a purr. His hand snakes underneath the fundoshi, and the warmth of Tsurumi's fingers nearly make Koito cum right on the spot. It's so much, and it's not nearly enough.

He takes the boy's cock in his hand while swiftly undoing the fundoshi with the other, and just like that, their cocks are joined together. The feeling itself is nothing out of the ordinary, just some pleasant warmth and pressure; however, the knowledge that First Lieutenant Tsurumi is holding both their cocks together in his hand is what does it for Koito. He's moaning, shaking and clinging to Tsurumi like his life relies on it, even though all Tsurumi is doing is stroke both their lengths with one hand.

"Have you dreamed about this as well?" Tsurumi teases, pressing their cocks together as he works on them. His other hand is placed as leverage on the desk, next to Koito's head.

"I've dreamed about everything, First Lieutenant Tsurumi, I want you to give it all to me," Koito moans shamelessly. He barely notices it, but he's bucking his hips, both his body and his words begging for more.

"How greedy of you," Tsurumi growls, leaning in for what seems to be a kiss; however, he stops before their lips meet, and obscenely laps his tongue across Koito's mouth. He does it simply because he wants to; because he can. Tsurumi can do anything and everything to him.

"F-first Lieutenant Tsurumiii," Koito whines. "I'm s-so close, sir, I'm gonna—"

"Yes, darling boy, cum for me," Tsurumi commands, voice deep and gentle and honeyed as he squeezes their cocks in his hand. It doesn't take anything else for Koito to reach his climax, which is announced with a loud cry.

It's only been half a handjob, but Koito already knows nothing in the world can compare to this. No one in the world can possibly make Koito feel the way First Lieutenant Tsurumi does. He will never allow anyone else to touch him; he and his body belong to First Lieutenant Tsurumi.

Koito blanks out for a brief moment after he cums; he can vaguely notice Tsurumi moving around, pulling away from him and opening a drawer. When he comes to it, all Koito can think about is how much he wants to continue, he came too quickly, he told First Lieutenant Tsurumi that he's going to do his best, and he definitely wants to be fucked.

"First Lieutenant Tsurumi," he mumbles with some difficulty, voice rough, his whole body still shaking. "I-I still want to... T-to prove myself, sir... Please, allow me..." He lifts his upper body, propping himself up with his elbows and then his hands. His head is still spinning.

"Stand down, Second Lieutenant," Tsurumi replies calmly, still going through the drawer. He pulls out a handkerchief and a bottle of oil.

"Sir??" the boy stares in confusion. Is the First Lieutenant disappointed in him because he came too fast? Koito feels shame wash over him at once. He couldn't help it, it was such an intense experience. And Tsurumi encouraged him, even. So what's the matter? Regardless of what it is, Koito will make it better, he'll fix his fuck-ups, he'll be—

A rough, manly hand touches Koito's inner thigh. "I'll take care of you now," he whispers, and Koito feels his bottom lip quiver. Tsurumi wipes the cum off Koito's stomach with the handkerchief; a practical gesture.

"S-sir!!" Koito raises his voice unintentionally, once again only realizing it after the fact. He's so fidgety he might end up kicking Tsurumi by accident. "I'll...! I'll do my best, please let me—"

"Second Lieutenant Koito," Tsurumi calls sternly, his deep voice echoing in the whole room. "Stand down. That's an order."

The seriousness in his voice causes Koito to freeze. It's the first time he's used this tone since Koito got there.

"Yessir," he replies quickly, embarrassed.

"Now lie back for me," and just like that, the sweetness is back to his voice. Tsurumi runs his hand up Koito's stomach and towards his chest, coaxing him to rest over the bed. He spreads Koito's legs, placing himself in the middle. "I wanted to take advantage of the fact that you had just cum to prepare you, since you'd be more relaxed, but you've already gotten tense again," he observes lightheartedly. Koito is only paying attention to his words with a small portion of his brain, since most of it is focused on the bottle in Tsurumi's hand and the fact that he's applying oil to his fingers.

"Ah, I'm sorry, First Lieutenant Tsurumi," Koito slurs. He watches as that hand disappears between his thighs, and Tsurumi hooks one of the boy's legs to his shoulder.

"It might feel uncomfortable or painful at first, but it is not supposed to be unbearable or excruciating. If it is, you have to tell me." he explains clearly and calmly, and Koito nods. I don't mind if it hurts, he thinks, but Tsurumi has already asked him to be cooperative, so he doesn't say it.

And then, he's pushing a finger into Koito. It doesn't hurt, but he yelps anyway; out of surprise, maybe. Tsurumi moves slowly, too slowly, with back and forth movements as he gradually pushes in. The sensation is... Odd. Not necessarily bad, but not necessarily good either. At least not yet.

A while into this, Tsurumi prods the entrance with a second finger, leading Koito to involuntarily tense up. After a few unsuccessful tries, he suggests, "Why don't you play with yourself, dear boy? It'll help you relax."

At first, Koito hesitates; he's still soft and mostly very embarrassed. But he wants to be good. His desire to be good for Tsurumi is bigger than all the shame he could possibly feel. So he takes his cock in his hand, stroking it lazily, and he tilts his head to the side to make it a pretty sight for Tsurumi. Hell, why not go all the way? His free hand finds a nipple, fingertips rubbing and flicking it. He's never really played with his nipples much when he's by himself, but maybe he should.

As it turns out, it's actually quite relaxing, because in no time Tsurumi manages to easily slip a second finger in. "Good," he praises. "Very good, Otonoshin." His words come out like a purr, and they send butterflies straight to Koito's stomach. He can't help but smile.

Very gently, Tsurumi starts to scissor his fingers, and Koito can feel the stretch. It hurts a little, but... It's a nice kind of pain. To have Tsurumi inflict such gentle pain on him... It feels heavenly. Koito can't help but whimper; he wants to be impaled with Tsurumi's cock and he wants it to hurt, because he trusts that Tsurumi wouldn't go overboard with it. He'd never hurt him on purpose. And if he did, Koito would forgive him.

As if to confirm Koito's thoughts, Tsurumi presses his lips to his inner thigh, right next to his knee. His facial hair tickles a little. "You're taking me so well. How does it feel, Otonoshin?"

Koito gasps. "It feels amazing—" he has to keep himself from raising his voice more than necessary. "You're amazing, First Lieutenant Tsurumi. You're perfect."

Tsurumi chuckles against his skin, rewarding him with another kiss further down. "Good boy."

This time, he can't help it. Those two magical words make Koito whimper loudly, it's almost like a squeal. His face burns, except he's not embarrassed. He's ecstatic. He has to cover his face with a hand. He's smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

"You've gotten so relaxed. Well done, I'm very proud." Tsurumi praises. "Are you ready for me?"

Koito nods enthusiastically. "Yes, First Lieutenant Tsurumi, I'm ready, I've been ready for so long," he rambles, and it's a miracle there's no Satsuma dialect slipping out.

Tsurumi pulls his fingers out and there's some shuffling. Koito doesn't want to look; it feels like the spell will break if he does.

"Alright," Tsurumi announces, spreading Koito open with his thumb, and then Koito feels that blunt pressure pushing into him. It's so much already. It feels thick and brutal and amazing. Tsurumi's cock feels so different from his fingers, Koito is being stretched to the limit, it feels like he's going to rip in two, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Mmmmore," he cries out, reaching forward to touch Tsurumi and bring him closer. He wants the other's body above his, the weight of it crushing him. He wants Tsurumi to be ruthless like he is on the battlefield, like he is when they mess up.

"More?" Tsurumi echoes with an endeared huff, pushing in deeper. Koito whimpers loudly; he's usually a refined boy, unlike those other rude, vulgar men in the division, but he's past the point of caring now. So what if someone hears him? Let them hear him. He'll scream louder so everyone knows First Lieutenant Tsurumi has finally decided to make Koito his.

Locking his arms behind Tsurumi's neck, Koito pulls him closer, linking their mouths once more. He never wants to let him go. He wishes they could stay like this forever, with Tsurumi fully sheathed inside Koito.

Tsurumi says something about moving his hips which Koito barely hears, but gives him the go ahead anyway. He's too lost in the intensity of the moment, his mind too hazy. He can feel his eyes watering up as Tsurumi picks up the pace. He alternates between kissing Koito's lips and hovering over him, whispering the occasional soft praise.

And when Koito thought it couldn't possibly get any better, Tsurumi shifted the angle of his thrusts, reaching the boy's prostate. The sound Koito made was nothing short of a shrill.

"Ffffirst Lieutenant Tsurumiiii," Koito slurs, his hands finding Tsurumi's back and nails digging into his skin. Tsurumi traces his lips over Koito's jaw and neck, and Koito notices the other's also panting as he thrusts sharply, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin accompanying the movement of his hips.

This is the first opportunity Koito has to properly look at Tsurumi since they actually started fucking. It's like time has stopped for a second. Koito delicately touches the side of Tsurumi's face, and he looks nothing short of ravishing. His face and chest are shiny with sweat, those manly muscular arms Koito has dreamed about so many times flexing as he moves back and forth. His eyes are focused like Koito's seen so many times in battle, he's giving his all just to make Koito feel good. There's nothing about him that isn't perfect. This is the man Koito wants to dedicate his life to.

"First Lieutenant Tsurumi," he mumbles, in stark contrast to his very loud and brash moaning. He'd be lying if he said the realness of it all doesn't scare him. "I love you." This is the only thing capable of making Koito overcome his cowardice. His love for First Lieutenant Tsurumi. "I love you so, so much."

Tsurumi grins wide and bright, and it's the most beautiful sight Koito has ever laid his eyes upon. He looks so satisfied, and Koito feels his chest burn with pride at the notion that he's the one to get that expression out of Tsurumi. "You do, don't you," he echoes with simplicity, and Koito feels like he's about to start crying. He nods vigorously, his eyes brimming with tears. Tsurumi leans in to kiss him, and Koito welcomes his lips like his life relies on it.

Tsurumi doesn't say it back. That's okay. He doesn't have to. Koito has loved him all these years without Tsurumi saying it back. He'll continue to do so for as many more years as it takes. He'll continue to do so as long as he's alive and breathing.

With a deep chuckle against Koito's lips, Tsurumi breaks the kiss briefly. "Look at you, getting exactly what you want from me. Spoiled baby boy," he whispers over Koito's mouth, and his tone is so loaded with affection and love, Koito really can't keep himself from crying this time around. He tries to cover his face with a hand, which Tsurumi pulls away, pinning it on the table as he entangles their fingers together. Koito has no choice but to let his tears flow freely, which Tsurumi kisses away gently as he thrusts into the boy.

"You're mine forever," Tsurumi states, and Koito simply nods without thinking twice. It's the truth.

"I'm yours, First Lieutenant Tsurumi." He echoes. "Forever." It's the only life worth living. Koito wants nothing else.

"Otonoshin," he changes the angle of his thrusts once more, this time deliberately stroking Koito's prostate. Tsurumi sounds less composed, his breathing more erratic. "I want you to cum now."

Koito doesn't need to be told twice. He doesn't even reach for his cock; all it takes is a couple more harsh thrusts from Tsurumi and he's climaxing, his back arching as he shouts out Tsurumi's name. Before he can blank out, Koito grips Tsurumi's shoulder, nails digging deep into his skin. "Please, First Lieutenant Tsurumi," he begs, eyes still wet, "Inside me. Fill me with your cum."

It only takes Tsurumi a couple more thrusts as well, and to Koito's delight, he fulfills his request, spilling his seed deep inside of him. Koito has never been happier in his life.

This time, it takes him longer to come to it. He's floating in his thoughts as Tsurumi lies over him, the two of them hot and sticky.

Koito really just lost his virginity to the man he loves, huh.

To think that only happened because Ogata tried to plant some doubt in his mind about Tsurumi. Koito figures he owes him thanks. He has never been more sure of his love for Tsurumi than he is now.

As clarity returns to him and blood fills his brain again, Koito connects some more dots.

He knows Ogata is cunning, but so is Tsurumi. Of course that good-for-nothing traitor won't beat the First Lieutenant in his own game. Not when it comes to earning the trust of his men. No one can beat Tsurumi at that.

And, truth be told, for a moment there part of Koito's trust in Tsurumi had faltered slightly. Thinking about it now makes him feel ashamed.

He then realizes Tsurumi didn't want his purity as proof of his loyalty. He wanted to take Koito as a way to restore Koito's loyalty.

He didn't want Koito to convince him. He would be the one to do the convincing.

Isn't First Lieutenant Tsurumi brilliant?

As Tsurumi is cleaning both of them up, Koito reaches out and takes one of the older man's hands in his. Propping himself on one elbow, Koito takes the hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss over his knuckles.

"First Lieutenant Tsurumi," he presses the knuckles against his forehead, eyes closed. "I am so, so sorry for ever listening to a traitor and doubting you. That was incredibly foolish of me and I regret it immensely. I hope someday you can forgive me, and I'll do whatever I can to earn back your trust."

Despite the long string of words, he talks calmly and coherently. He holds Tsurumi's hand for a couple more moments after he's done talking, until the older man pulls it back, lightly scratching the side of Koito's face.

"You've done enough, Second Lieutenant. You're forgiven." Tsurumi states simply, perhaps somewhat coldly. Koito wonders if he's reading too much into it. He bows his head in gratitude. "You're dismissed," Tsurumi adds right after, moving to pick up the things he had thrown off his desk and get dressed.

Oh. Right. This...

... Doesn't really mean anything, does it?

Koito shuffles and hops off the desk, picking up his clothes from the floor. There's cum inside him still; he needs a shower anyway, so he'll figure that out later. He gets dressed as quickly as possible, not saying anything or making eye contact with Tsurumi. He then helps with the clutter on the floor, quickly organizing the papers over the desk. His back hurts; his heart hurts more.

Of course this doesn't mean anything, how foolish and arrogant of him. Tsurumi stated it clearly: the goal of all this was to ensure Koito's loyalty. Nothing more, nothing less. If Koito expects anything beyond that, that's on him.

Right as Koito is about to leave, he's stopped with the other man's call. "Otonoshin."

He quickly turns around, Tsurumi walking up to him.

"Sir?"

He rests a hand over Koito's shoulder. It feels warm even over his clothes. "How are you feeling?"

There's a pinching feeling to Koito's heart. "Just tired," he purses his lips. It's the closest to the truth that he can manage.

Tsurumi nods. "Did you have a positive experience?"

Oh.

"The best, First Lieutenant Tsurumi," he nods, looking away. How many times will he cry today? "I will cherish these memories forever. I'm very grateful." Koito is sure the lump in his throat is audible.

He hears a small huff from Tsurumi, who steps closer and wraps an arm around Koito's shoulders, lips planting a soft kiss on his forehead. Koito leans into the embrace, wishing he could live there. He squeezes his eyes and cries quietly.

They remain like that for quite some time. Koito isn't sure how long. It feels calming, until Tsurumi pulls away. Then he realizes that's not nearly enough. It will never be enough.

"Off you go, now," Tsurumi gently taps the side of Koito's face a couple of times. Koito sniffles and wipes his face with the back of his hand, recomposing himself. "Keep up the good work," he says, this time with a warm and reassuring smile.

Koito nods, smiling back. His face is still red and puffy, but he tries to convey confidence anyway. "Yes, First Lieutenant Tsurumi."