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Yoshiki’s breath caught as they reviewed the scene in front of them. He sat on his friend's bed with Hikaru laid out over his lap.
No, not Hikaru. The thing that dressed like Hikaru. Smiled like Hikaru. Laughed like Hikaru. The thing that came down from the mountain that wasn’t Hikaru but wanted to be. That horrible, frightening, terrifying thing that walked around with his best friend's corpse was now splayed out before him, with its pants down. It was whimpering from the pain, pain it shouldn’t feel but somehow understood. Its butt, Hikaru’s butt, was bright red from repeated strikes. It was warm to the touch. Much too warm for a corpse.
Yoshiki’s hand felt too warm. All of him felt too warm.
When this had all started, he would have never guessed he’d end up in this sort of situation. He really shouldn’t be here.
But what other choice did he have? Hikaru needed him. Yoshiki knew that this Hikaru needed him to guide and teach him how to be human. How to be a person. How to be good.
And a quiet voice that Yoshiki had ignored for years told him that he needed this just as badly.
The Day Before…
Yoshiki couldn’t understand what this Hikaru was thinking when he told him that he would reveal “what was inside him.” He’d been ready for horrors beyond imagination. He had braced himself for the rotting innards of his long gone friend. He was not at all prepared to sit in the equipment room with Hikaru, slowly unbuttoning their shirt in from of him. He could see the blush spreading down “Hikaru’s” neck. He could only hope he looked somewhat more composed.
“Somehow…this is kinda pervy right? How’d it get like this” Hikaru teased, a bashful smirk playing on his lips.
It’s a bit late for that. Yoshiki thought to himself, his heart pounding so loud it nearly drowned out his own thoughts. He knew Hikaru was dead. He knew that he shouldn’t feel this way about some sort of corpse monster wearing his friend's body. He knew that mentally.
Physically, his body didn’t seem to care. Hikaru was Hikaru. That was enough.
“How am I supposed to know? This was your idea stupid.” Yoshiki groaned, looking down. Even if this Hikaru didn’t care, it felt wrong to stare. It felt like he was doing something…well pervy.
“Mmm.” Hikaru hummed in affirmation, as the sound of buttons coming undone filled the room. Despite how quiet they were, each one sounded like a gunshot to Yoshiki’s heart, causing him to skip a beat. He didn’t know which one would be the death of him, but he figured that at this rate-
“Yoshiki.”
Hikaru’s soft voice cut through the panic, like it always did when he was overwhelmed. He felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment. He was getting worked up all on his own again. Yoshiki looked up to Hikaru, ignoring the butterflies spirally in his guts. It was just Hikaru. He was just Hikaru. It was just Hikaru.
The first thing he saw was Hikaru’s teasing grin, like it knew just how much this was affecting him, and was reveling in it. The second thing he saw was the slit going up and down Hikaru’s softly chiseled chest.
His breath caught, and his mind halted when he noticed it. All of his fears and desires crashed together into an incomprehensible blend of thoughts and emotions that left him stunned and staring.
Hikaru, ever the instigator, reached out and grabbed his wrist, “Wanna try putting your hand in?”
“Huh?” Was the only thing Yoshiki managed to breathe out before his hand was yanked into the folds of Hikaru’s chest, pulling him out of his stupor forcefully.
Yoshiki’s thoughts trampled over one another.
I’m inside Hikaru? How is this possible? What am I feeling? Will this hurt him? Will this hurt me? Why is he letting me do this? Is this wrong? Are we doing something wrong? Is this desecration? Why would he want something like this?
Something slithered over his wrist within.
“Huh? Ugh, mmm….something weird just…” Yoshiki groaned at the bizarre sensation.
Yoshiki’s eyes flicked back and forth through his thoughts while he stared at the widening gap that his hand had been pulled through. He could feel writhing tendrils twist around and through his fingers, curling around his fingers and wrist before sliding past one another. They felt fleshy and slick, and something about the sensation caused his face to feel like it was on fire.
“So?” Hikaru waited eagerly, still holding his forearm in place.
“It’s like…raw chicken? But marinated in a sauce. It’s sort of slick and wriggly.” Yoshiki tried to describe it, panting softly. “And It’s cold.”
Cold wasn’t the exact word, but Yoshiki didn’t have a way of describing this sensation. It was tingly in the same way your hand got when you put it in the snow, or when it was asleep for too long. Each time a tendril wrapped around a part of his hand, it left behind that same buzzing chill that played on his nerves, feeling all too overwhelming and never truly enough.
“Hm…and you’re warm.” Hikaru replied with impossible fondness. The lilt of his voice drew Yoshiki’s attention back to his face, which had softened from playful to adoring.
“It feels…good. It’s been a while since something alive has been inside me.”
Yoshiki had to gulp down the saliva pooling in their mouth. Hearing something like that, from Hikaru’s mouth…
“Hey. Do you want to try raising your hand? You can reach in farther.” Hikaru asked patiently, giving Yoshiki’s wrist a gentle tug of encouragement.
Yoshiki wanted to pull away, to stop while they were ahead. He wanted to be able to pretend like he wasn’t interested, pretend that his respect outweighed his desires. Yoshiki wanted a lot of things. It was that very want that kept him exactly where it was. It was that want that pushed him closer to his desires, even if he knew they were wrong.
That’s always my problem. I want too much. He thought bitterly to himself as he reached further into Hikaru, pulling his hand up slightly as he went down to the elbow. The tendrils climbed up his forearm, claiming more and more of his skin as their own, sending that sensation of buzzing chill up his arm. It felt possessive in a way that somehow still felt like Hikaru. Playful. Teasing. Hungry. Careless.
Hikaru sighed as Yoshiki explored deeper, before letting out a soft moan. Yoshiki was momentarily stunned, holding his hand still inside of Hikaru’s writhing nest of tendrils. “Don’t worry, it feels good. Like…fu…really good.”
Yoshiki felt a warmth swell up in his chest at the praise, and began to roll his fingers around inside, gently curving his wrist as he explored Hikaru’s cavity. Hikaru’s breath hitched again as his entire body trembled, collapsing into Yoshiki’s head gently for balance.
“Y-yeah. That’s the spot. That feels sooo good. Please don’t…don’t stop.” Hikaru moaned softly right above Yoshiki’s bright red ears.
“This feels good?” Yoshiki asked softly, still rolling his fingers up and down inside of Hikaru.
“It’s like petting my head, but inside. I’ve never…I’ve never been t-touched like this before.” He panted, his eyes slightly rolling back in pleasure.
Yoshiki smiled softly to himself. It was a shameful joy, but he couldn’t help the warmth that pooled in his chest as Hikaru coiled around him from above.Then he coiled from within.
What the fuck?!?
Yoshiki’s heart stopped when he felt the tendrils squeeze his arms and pull with otherworldly strength, dragging his arms deeper and deeper inside of Hikaru. Panicked, he wrenched himself back with as much strength as he could manage, landing flat on his ass atop the nearby stack of mats. Hikaru immediately burst out laughing.
“Ha! Gotcha! Did that freak you out dude?” He giggled, wiping a tear from his eye.
Yoshiki’s heart plummeted. Was that all just a game?
Frustrated, he attempts to wipe the slick from his arm on his shirt. Hikaru smacks him on the arm, “Hey! Don’t wipe that off dude! I’m not dirty!” He demands.
Even though he is smiling, Yoshiki can hear the nervous edge in his voice. Yoshiki frowns. It’s always hard to deal with Hikaru when he gets like this.
So unreasonable. He grumbled internally, looking away from Hikaru’s face, and down to his now bare chest.
Hikaru noticed, because of course he does, and smirks, “Oh? Since you helped me feel good, do you want to take a look?” He teased, pulling his shirt open like a strip tease.
Yoshiki felt his cheeks flush again as he quickly looked away, heart hammering yet again.
Hikaru pouted, “Hey, what’s up? Don’t you like this?”
Hikaru tried to teach out, but Yoshiki knew that if he let Hikaru touch him now, he’d do something they’d both regret. He slapped the hand away.
Hikaru took a step back, shocked, before laughing nervously, “I uh…went too far again, didn’t I?”
When Yoshiki didn’t respond, Hikaru quickly pleaded, “I’m sorry dude, I was just messing around! I promise I’ll do whatever you want, so forgive me alright?”
Yoshiki huffed. Hikaru was always like this. Doing whatever he likes one second, and then on his hands and knees begging the next. So god’s damnned unreasonable.
Still, Yoshiki couldn’t mask the rush that he felt. He put his hand on Hikaru’s head and began mushing up his hair, “You’d better be ready for a pretty hefty penalty game dummy!”
Hikaru giggled, “Hell yeah! Do your worst, I can take it!”
Before, Yoshiki would have brushed it off as more bravado. He would have smothered his desire and let the statement move on. If this were Hikaru, he’d certainly never consider the implications of that statement. And this was Hikaru, right?
It wasn’t Hikaru. No matter how much it walked like Hikaru, talked like Hikaru, joked like him, smiled like him, it was not him. Hikaru, his friend, the boy he would have spent the rest of his life with was gone. All that was left of him was his memory and the remnant that he left behind.
Yoshiki wanted to ignore it like he did most of his problems. When you can’t escape your small town, you just have to wait it out. It had worked before. He thought that if he ignored hikaru long enough, and pushed hard enough, he could move on. Then maybe, maybe, he could come to grips with the new normal.
He should have known that wouldn’t work. It was Hikaru he was dealing with. The loudmouthed, obnoxious, overly direct Hikaru that couldn’t stand to let a problem linger. Couldn’t stand to be patient enough for things to settle down.
“Yoshiki, why are you being such a bitch to me?”
Hikaru pushed and pushed and pushed and Yoshiki wasn’t a good enough friend to let it slide.
“I thought we could talk about anything? If you’ve got a problem with me, just say it!” Hikaru demanded, reaching and grabbing Yoshiki’s wrist.
Not to this thing. Not now.
“I was open with Hikaru. Not you.” Yoshiki hissed.
“Hikaru” was stunned. It froze up and smiled weakly, “Is…is that it? All this just because I’m not the real Hikaru? You…”
“You really can’t accept me?” It murmurs, eyes downcast. It looks pitiful.
Something about that look ignites a flame in Yoshiki, “How could I?!? You might look like him and act like him but you aren’t Hikaru. You will never be him.”
When Yoshiki felt Hikaru freeze up he immediately knew he had made a mistake.
Hikaru’s eyes were wide with regret with tears welling up in the corners as his breaths came out quick and uneven.
“I’m sorry. You…you’re right.” It said softly. Even as it spoke, Yoshiki could feel something in the air shifting. He tried to move his arm, but its grip had become a vice. Wincing in pain he tried pulling back but to no avail. The grip just got tighter.
“I know I’m wrong but…I’m nothing without you Yoshiki” It pleaded, “You are my first. This is so much and I can’t tell how much of these feelings are mine and which feelings are Hikaru’s.”
Yoshiki could see Hikaru’s body hyperventilate as the edges of his form blurred into different colors. He still couldn’t pull away.
“It hurts. What…what am I supposed to do here Yoshiki?” It begged as more and more of Hikaru’s form became unstable, tendrils bleeding out of his form into reality, “I know how you feel but…I can’t help liking you.”
Something in the air snapped. The world took in a breath.
Then Hikaru Shattered. From the shell of his body spilled a flood of tentacles, each powerful and untamed, tangled into one another as waves. Yoshiki tried to scream, only for a particularly long tendril to fill up his mouth before slipping down his throat and into his stomach, keeping his jaw unhinged.
More and more tentacles poured out on top of him, coiling around every inch of his body. They circled his arms and held him down while more of them snuck their way into every crevice they could find, their cool tingly touch slipping under his shirt and over his nipples. From their they spread down, coiling around his abs.
In seconds he was overwhelmed physically. No matter how hard he tried to fight back, the waves of tentacles kept him held down firmly despite how slick and soft they felt to the touch. Every second the tentacles held him, the buzzing over his skin got more intense.
It’s gross, It’s gross, It’s so gross. He thought to himself. After all, who would want to be covered in slimy tentacles? Who would want to be taken advantage of like this?
Yet, despite his protests, he could feel how warm his body was getting. He could feel his drool dripping down the corners of his mouth where the tentacle was violating his throat. He could feel his erect nipples practically burning as whatever substance covered these tendrils made them more sensitive than he could have imagined, with each brush or pulse of the wriggling things sending waves of pleasure up and down his spine.
Most shamefully of all, no matter how hard he tried, he could feel how hard he was getting. His cock was already leaving a stain in his pants from the pre-cum he was leaking, and every time the tendrils pulsed or writhed, he felt it jump, like it was begging to be released.
Yoshiki wanted to hate being violated like this, having his mouth and chest played with like a doll. He wanted to fight back and show that he was normal. But his head was so warm and fuzzy and his body felt so hot and the tentacles felt so cool, and right on his skin and he was so close. He could feel the heat build up at the base of his dick, and whimpered on the tendril in his mouth, as tears poured out of his eyes.
So good, so close, so good, so close, more, more just a little more Hikaru please- He begged mentally, unable to form words as his entire body trembled, each second drawing him farther and farther away from sanity and closer to something more raw and feral. It was getting hard to figure out where he started and Hikaru ended and he just needed to be touched, just for a second, just for a moment, and they would be there.
Yoshiki always wanted too much. He hadn’t thought what it’d be like to finally get it.
The tendrils slip under his boxers and gently wrap around his cock and he feels everything. Even with the tendril in his mouth, he screams as the orgasm crashes through him, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His back can’t arch, so instead he spasms under the weight of Hikaru’s tentacles. The tingling sensation overwhelms any thoughts or feelings with waves of unspeakable pleasure crashing through his body, forcing what little air he could pull in out of his lungs. Yoshiki’s world becomes empty white for longer than he can remember before fading into black.
He wakes up coughing, his body heaving with effort, and throat sore from being stretched beyond its norm. His face was wet with tears and mouth covered in drool, and yet somehow the slick substance that had covered each of the tendrils was nowhere to be found.
Looking up from the floor, Yoshiki sees hikaru, now back to himself, sitting beside him, looking off into the hall. He turns back to Yoashiki when he hears him cough and quickly hands him a gym towel, doing its best to avoid looking at him at all. Wordlessly, Yoshiki takes the towel, and wipes his face clean, still hacking every so often as he catches his breath.
As soon as Yoshiki takes the towel, Hikaru shoots up to standing, body tense and face flushed before rushing off to the door, “I’m sorry…I…I’m so sorry…” They groveled, even as they ran away, “Please…don’t hate me.”
That was the last thing Yoshiki heard before Hikaru disappeared around the corner. The entire event had left a strange taste in his mouth, both figuratively and literally. He was tempted to run after him, only to notice how damp and sticky his boxers felt. A quick examination of the mess that had been made forced him to reconsider.
“(New clothes, then we handle this.)” He grumbled to himself.
Even as his head was spinning, he knew something had changed between them. All he could do was make sure that change was for the better this time around. There was no denying it anymore.
This wasn’t Hikaru.
But it was the man he loved.
And that meant something.
The next day, Yoshiki finds it where he knew Hikaru would be: sulking in his room. It was wrapped in a futon, hiding from the world like a forsaken goblin. Yoshiki watched him silently for a few seconds before he approached. He was slow and cautious, like approaching a hurt animal, and kept his hands down until he was in front of Hikaru.
“Hikaru…” He sighed softly, “I’m…sorry about what I said yesterday.”
The blanket-blob that was Hikaru sniffled, “W-why are you apologising?”
Yoshiki frowned, “Well, I probably went a little too far-”
Blankiru shuffled back and forth, shaking their head, “No, I’m the one that should be sorry! I did…all of those terrible things to you and…and…”
Even through the small slit in the futon, Yoshiki could see the blush covering their friend's face.
Cute. The thought comes to Yoshiki’s mind unbidden as they reach out to pet Hikaru.
What he doesn’t expect is for Hikaru to reach back out. Reflexively he pulls his hand back.
I can’t hold his hand. Can I?
Hikaru pouts, “See? Now you get all freaked out. You are afraid of me, aren’t you?”
Yoshiki feigns their best smile despite the way their anxiety makes them tremble, “No-.that’s not-...I’m not-” They grumble as the words fumble on their tongue, “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay!” Hikaru exclaims, pushing his head out from under the futon. His eyes are red with tears and his lip is quivering.
“It’s not okay! I’m really sorry, and I don’t want you to see me like that again.” Hikaru clutches themselves, “I’m so ashamed of what I did. I know its super gross, and I know you probably just couldn’t help yourself. I get that, I just…”
Hikaru looked down, unable to meet Yoshiki’s eyes, “Do you hate me now?”
Yoshiki gawked at Hikaru. This dangerous monster looked so pathetic and weak in front of him. So vulnerable and lost. Yoshiki works his throat as his mouth suddenly feels dryer than he expected.
“No…I don’t…”
I love you. I’ve always loved you. Dead or alive, human or otherwise, I can’t help but want you in every way that I can have you. Even if its wrong, even if its greedy. I love you Hikaru.
Yoshiki reaches their hand out behind Hikaru’s head and pulls them into his chest slowly. Not truly a hug, but a request for closeness. Hikaru rests his forehead on Yoshiki’s sternum, babbling onward.
“You know I’d be happy just getting to be here with you, right? And that I’m sorry? I don’t want you to hate me. I’ll never do that again, I’ll make sure of it. I’m sorry for using your friend's body and…forgetting what I am…I’ll do anything to prove it.”
Yoshiki looks down at the pitiful little thing in his arms, and feels tingles like the ones he felt with Hikaru’s “touch”. The words ring over and over in his mind as he pulls Hikaru’s face up by his chin.
He’s whimpering. Such a powerful, dangerous thing is whimpering at his touch. He looks like he wants to rub into me but is resisting.
Yoshiki wipes one of the tears from Hikaru’s eye. Some part of him wonders if they still taste the same as Hikaru’s. Not that he’d know.
In front of this desperate thing, Yoshiki no longer needs to feel shame about who they are. So long as Hikaru is under them like this, how can anything Yoshiki does be worse? More disgusting? More bizarre?
Hikaru was a person. Hikaru could judge him when he was alive. Yoshiki knew it only took one slip up to lose someone like that. To be branded a monster, or a mistake and be pushed out. Hikaru was kind, and funny…but he was human. And humans were cruel.
This Hikaru was not that. He was loyal to a fault. Whiney. Dumb. Hikaru knew just how strange he was, and wouldn’t ever judge his friend. Sure he was dangerous, but most things from the woods were.
He just needs a little training. He needs someone to tame him.
Yoshiki cupped Hikaru’s cheek as he looked him in the eyes, “...You’re right. You’ve been doing bad things since I found out. Maybe even before then. I don’t hate you, but you are right that what you did wasn’t okay.”
Hikaru freezes up in his grasp, looking wide eyed up at Yoshiki, his breathing becoming a little unsteady, “I-I’m sorry.”
“You said sorry last time too. Yet you did it again, right?” Yoshiki asked.
Hikaru closed his mouth and looked down. He nodded.
“You said you’d do anything last time too.” Yoshiki sighed, “It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that I don’t think you know what you are doing wrong. Not really.”
He lets out a hollow laugh, “You brought someone back from the dead for god’s sake? How could something like you understand consequences? Discipline? You’ve just been doing what you want without anyone to tell you otherwise. No wonder you’re such a dumbass.”
Hikaru chuckled weakly, “I…guess I deserve that yeah, heh.”
Yoshiki’s laughter dies out quickly. He knew where this was going. Where he wanted it to go. Yoshiki always wanted too much. Normally he’d just ignore it.
But he could never ignore Hikaru. Not when he looked like this.
“I’ll teach you.” Yoshiki said softly.
“Hm? Teach me what?” Hikaru replied
“About consequences. Discipline. You need to learn what happens when you do something wrong, and that sorry doesn’t always cut it.” Yoshiki took Hikaru’s head into both of his hands and slowly laid him down.
“Uh…Yoshiki? Bro? What’s…what’re we doing?” Hikaru asked nervously.
Yoshiki just continued to guide him onto his back, “You might look like Hikaru, but you are really a spoiled brat. You’ve never had to truly deal with the consequences of your actions. You haven’t had parents, or guardians to show you right from wrong. How to be good.”
Yoshiki looked Hikaru in the eyes, “You want to be good, don’t you Hikaru?”
Hikaru’s throat bobbed as his eyes darkened, “So badly.”
Yoshiki placed one hand over each of Hikaru’s shoulders, looming over him.
“Then I’ll be the one to teach you. Whenever you do something right, I’ll praise you. Whenever you do something wrong, I’ll punish you. I’ll keep you in line, and make sure that you stay how I want you.”
Hikaru’s breath hitched and his hands twitched at his sides uncertainly, “Will…that make you happy?”
Yoshiki paused for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and then pulled himself up, “This is about making me happy. This is your penalty for fucking up. You said you’d do anything, right?”
Hikaru nodded on the ground, dumbstruck.
Yoshiki returned it with a curt nod, “Then this is how we do things from now on. Right now, you are basically a wild animal.”
Yoshiki gently grabbed Hikaru by the chin, “I’m going to train you until you are nothing but a domesticated mutt. Then, you’ll be good, and I won’t be able to hate you.”
Hikaru’s eyes just about sparkled, “I understand! If this is what Yoshiki needs me to do so that we can stay together, I’m all for it! How do we get started?” He replied eagerly.
Yoshiki let him go long enough to thumb towards Hikaru’s bed, “First, you need to be punished for what happened yesterday.”
Hikaru blanched, “B-B-But I thought this was the punishment! You basically keep me in line right? I agreed! That was the penalty, right???”
Yoshiki gave Hikaru a hollow chuckle, “You’re right. That was the penalty.” He folded his arms, “For the stunt in the equipment room. I still haven’t fully forgiven you for yesterday.”
Hikaru opened his mouth, searching for an excuse. When nothing came, he simply slumped his shoulders.
“O-Okay.” Hikaru looked up at Yoshiki through his eyelashes, “And if I do this, I’ll be good? You won’t be mad at me anymore?”
Yoshiki nodded solemnly before standing up and holding his hand out, “I’ll make you good. You’ll see.”
That is how Yoshiki ended up with his best friend lying over his thighs, waiting for his punishment. Despite all of the bravado he showed earlier, Yoshiki couldn’t help but feel a bit bashful about how far this had gotten so fast.
It’s not Hikaru. Just remember that. It’s not Hikaru. It’s some kind of monster or spirit and it needs you to teach it. This…isn’t just for you. It’s for them.
While Yoshiki silently steeled himself, Hikaru’s legs kicked anxiously.
“Hey, so uh, what do I do now? This position isn’t the most comfortable, but if you just wanted to cuddle a bit, you could have just asked…”
Hikaru’s taunts snapped Yoshiki out from his self-talk spiral. Like always, Hikaru’s voice felt like a port whenever his mind stormed. Which would be great, if he stopped being the reason that Yoshiki’s mind had to deal with so many storms to begin with!
“Just…shut up for a little bit okay?” Yoshiki grouched, taking the time to look at Hikaru properly. He was still wearing his school uniform, with his white button down and black slacks. Yoshiki reached down and gently laid his hand on Hikaru’s back, smoothing it out. Hikaru squirmed under his touch.
“Is my punishment you fussing with my clothes? Come on man, that’s lame even for you.” Hikaru teased.
Something in Yoshiki snapped in response as his right hand came down on Hikaru’s ass with a crack of skin against fabric. Hikaru squeaked involuntarily, the sound ripped from his chest before he could think otherwise.
“Shut up Hikaru!” Yoshiki growled “Y-You got to touch all over my body right? So you don’t get to complain when I am touching yours.” He hoped Hikaru wouldn't comment on the stammer.
Fortunately, he seemed to quiet down after the first strike, giving Yoshiki time to recover. Not enough time to fully calm down though. He wasn’t sure there was enough time in the world to do that.
Fuck. I’m going to touch his butt. I already touched it. I didn’t even ask, and I touched it. I can’t even remember how it felt. Fuck. Is this too much? Too fast? Am I going crazy?
Yoshiki let his hand hover over the crest of Hikaru’s bottom while his other hand trembled on Hikaru’s back. They stayed like that for a moment, in awkward silence before Hikaru spoke up.
“Hey…you can stop holding back. I said I would take it right?” Hikaru murmured without looking back, “I want to make things right so…so…it’s okay Yoshiki. You can do w-whatever you want to do. ”
Yoshiki watched Hikaru carefully, hanging on to his every word. He could see the way Hikaru’s ears lit up red, and the way his voice shook when he was trying to act more nonchalant than he was. He could feel the shivers that ran up and down his spine whenever Yoshiki moved his hands over Hikaru’s clothing.
Right. Hikaru…is just as lost as I am. They might be a brat, but right now, they need me to set them straight. To be the one in charge.
Yoshiki took a deep breath as they let their hand gently lay over the apex of his ass, gently caressing the curve.
Hikaru needs me. So even if it’s scary, I can’t let him down. I won’t. Never again.
Yoshiki ran their fingers gently up from the top of his high over his ass and to the small of his back and back again, caressing Hikaru gently as she got a sense for the feel.
He’s surprisingly firm, but also soft? I never knew someone else could feel like this.
Yoshiki’s heart pounded so loudly in their ears that they could no longer pay attention to anything besides Hikaru. The feel of his toned back. The way he nervously squirmed when Yoshiki’s fingers ran near the center of his ass. The way his thighs were softer now that they were relaxed. More than anything, Hikaru was warm.
His stomach on Yoshiki’s thighs felt warm.
The muscles that twitched in his back where warm.
And his soft but firm behind was so so warm to the touch.
Yoshiki had to forcibly drag their hand away, realising that they were getting stuck again.
“Hikaru. I’m…going to explain what happens next.” He gulped, pulling together his nerves, “I’m going to punish you by spanking you with my hand. My…my father did it to me when I acted out when I was younger and I’ve done it to my sister once or twice when she misbehaves too much. It will hurt, but that's good. That’s important.”
“Sometimes, Hikaru, you’ll do things that hurt people, in ways that you don’t understand. Maybe it’ll hurt their feelings. Maybe it’ll hurt their chances at something good. Sometimes, they won’t even tell you that you hurt them, but your actions can do it anyway. I know that’s…all pretty confusing. It took me a while to figure that out myself. So when something like that happens, I’ll spank you, so that you know how it feels to be hurt in a physical way, and can understand.”
Yoshiki gently patted his behind, “Even if all of the emotions and thoughts are complicated, I can teach you this way. You’ll be able to feel that your actions have consequences every time you sit down.”
“...Nod if you understand.”
Hikaru nodded his head furiously. Yoshiki smirked.
“Good. From now on, I won’t stop even if you cry.” Yoshiki raised his hand up to about shoulder height before he came down on Hikaru’s left cheek. The force of the blow made Hikaru’s body jump forward an inch as he yelped out, more in surprise than pain. Before he could comment on it, Yoshiki raised their hand up and came down again and again with even and measured strikes, each just as strong as the last.
At first Yoshiki only hit Hikaru on his left cheek, in the same exact spot on the crest of his ass, but as the minutes progressed, he started alternating between them, letting the burn spread on one before moving back to the other. He was trying his best to keep focused on this as a punishment. As a means to discipline the chaotic creature in his lap. There was just one problem.
Every time he struck Hikaru, they made a soft sound. It started out as a squeak, or a yelp, sometimes an errant curse. They progressed into pants and grunts as Yoshiki kept their steady rhythm before devolving into pants and whimpers. Each sound lit up the warmth in Yoshiki’s body like gasoline on a flame, spurring him further and further beyond the point of no return. This was meant to be a punishment, it was MEANT to be a means to be something serious and sterile.
Hikaru’s voice was just too filthy for something like that.
Yoshiki wasn’t sure when he stopped hitting Hikaru to punish him and started hitting him to hear his voice. All he knew was that after a certain point, he didn’t feel like he could stop.
“You can take more for me right? You said you’d do anything. All I need you to do is keep taking for me and making those sounds. Just keep going, Hikaru.” Yoshiki pleaded as his own stinging hand continued to rain down blow after blow in that same unstoppable rhythm.
“Y-yes…I…I’ll take…nf- I can take it. L-let me take it.” Hikaru moaned out. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, but surely Hikaru would forgive him. Yoshiki always wanted too much, but just this once, he wanted to be greedy. He wanted to take, and take and break and mend and feel this monster come apart under his hand.
Hikaru felt like his mind was fraying apart. When he had agreed to this “punishment”, he had thought it would just be another experience in pain. He could handle pain. He struggled to feel it in the same way other humans had, but if it was for Yoshiki, he could amplify it a little. If it was just a little revenge, Hikaru would gladly take any amount of suffering to make Yoshiki happy.
What he had not been prepared for was the pleasure. Every strike that Yoshiki laid on his ass sent a spark of pleasure shooting up his spine, knocking his thoughts loose. He had tried to tell Yoshiki about this weird feeling, but every hit cleared his mind and forced sounds from his throat that even the previous Hikaru had never experienced.
And everything was so warm.
Yoshiki’s thighs were warm and sturdy. His hands were warm and firm. Hikaru’s ass felt like it was burning in his slacks, and the heat radiated out to the rest of his body, like each hit was sending embers of flame through his blood.
More than anything, his cock felt so god damn warm it was unbearable. When Hikaru had first invaded this body, they hadn’t known what that particular body part was for. The hands and feet had made sense, as had the eyes and even the hair somewhat. They had tried numerous things but nothing had truly explained it, and the only memories Hikaru had of the thing were using it to urinate.
Now they were beginning to suspect it had another function. Each hit forced Hikaru’s hips forward, causing the tip of his dick to grind against Yoshiki’s thighs. Each beat of contact sent another wave of pleasure rolling through his body, like after shocks from the initial strike, that left him sputtering and panting.
He was so warm and it was so hard to think. He had to focus. Yoshiki was saying something to him so he had to focus.
I want to be good. I can’t stay with him if I’m bad. I can’t make him happy if I’m bad. If I’m good, Yoshiki will keep me. If I show him how good I am, he’ll forgive me. I just need to be good.
Yoshiki had asked if he could take more. Hikaru didn’t need to think about it.
Yes. Take me apart. Make me good. Make me good for you. I can take it. Make me good.
Yoshiki’s thoughts devolved further and further as each strike left him drooling and clutching at the sheets of the bed for support. His thighs were closed together tightly and his head was swimming. Something was building in his chest that he didn’t have a word for, a pressure that was too much to think about. His breath became more labored by the second as each impact pushed him further and further toward an edge he hadn’t reached before.
When the strike that pushed him over the edge connected, there were no thoughts to accompany it. Only white hot pleasure, and and cry too raw and debauched to be anything but ecstasy incarnate.
As always, Hikaru’s voice stopped Yoshiki in his tracks. The moan that had just slipped from his lips was not the timid squeak of pleasure, but a visceral hymn of elation. It was long and rough as Hikaru’s body twitched violently in his grasp, caught in a scream that felt like it lasted for an instant and an eternity.
Yoshiki was stunned, marveling at the way Hikaru squirmed, and roiled under their touch, and knew that they weren’t far from the edge themselves. Hikaru’s voice had brought them dangerously close.
Still, whatever “punishment” they had been planning was clearly out of the window. With a moment to think without being sucked into a lust-filled haze, Yoshiki realised how tired his arm was and how sweaty he felt.
“Do you- get it now- Hikaru?” He panted, doing his best to sound more serious than aroused, to middling success.
Hikaru was clearly too gone to respond at the moment. Yoshiki rolled his eyes as he gently cupped his friend’s ass with his right hand. Hikaru’s body tensed subconsciously, before relaxing into the touch as Yoshiki messaged the burning pain, and pet Hikaru along his back, rubbing in soothing circles.
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that. Long enough for it to get dark and for Hikaru’s mother to call them down for dinner. Long enough for them to lie and say they weren’t hungry. Really, it didn’t matter how long they were together.
Silently, they had both decided to give the rest of their lives to the other anyway.
After a while, coiled onto Yoshiki’s chest as he looked at the ceiling, Hikaru managed to speak again.
“Thank you, Yoshiki.”
Yoshiki froze for a moment before letting out a shaky breath, rolling his tongue in his mouth.
“Anytime, Hikaru.”
Neither of them remembered falling asleep. Only the peace of each other's touch, and the soft lullaby of breath and words unspoken.