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He felt like someone was watching him.
Hitoshi looked around, again. Nobody unusual was to be seen.
Some people queued at the door. A few drunks standing together, breathing in the fresh air and talking, some smoking. Nobody was looking at him.
In the last few days he had the feeling of being watched more often. In the beginning it was only here in the club. Then more and more often outside. On the train, on the way home, in the city when he “borrowed” money.
He sighed.
Maybe he was just stressed out.
He walked past the people to the entrance.
Rappa leaned next to the door and muttered "You're late." He opened the door anyway.
Hitoshi just rolled his eyes, didn't answer.
Loud music and stuffy air welcomed him and he smiled. Not because he was happy. He wasn't. But it was expected of him.
Hitoshi was sitting at the bar, cocktail in hand and looked around.
Chisaki wasn't here today, that meant he could choose for himself. In theory, he could just leave; Pretend he was taking someone with him and later found some excuse why he couldn't rob the guy.
But the very thought of that made him nervous. He was moving on thin ice anyway. Just the fact that he went out for himself sometimes during the day was risky.
It was also nowhere near as profitable.
During the day in the city people were different than at night in the club.
During the day they were constantly on the move. If he spoke to someone there, captured them in his quirk, he had to be so much more careful. It was still easy to take the money from them.
Actually, it was just a show for the people standing around, the victim themself didn't remember him later. But you never knew who was watching.
However, he only got around ¥ 15,000, mostly less, rarely more.
That was probably why Chisaki let him get away with it. Hitoshi was certain he knew or at least suspected it.
It was easier here in the club.
Here people were in a party mood, drunk and often reluctant to take a young man home with them.
Drunk or brainwashed Hitoshi could do what he wanted.
Such nights brought in more.
Even more for Chisakis Club because Hitoshi got them to buy tons of alcohol that wasn't really worth the money.
The next morning they always blamed their empty wallet and the memory gaps on the drunkenness.
And if the man pleased Hitoshis taste, then the night was even more fun.
The men he chose himself were certainly more satisfying, those who chisaki chose were definitely more wealthy.
In the end, it didn't even matter. Most of the money he brought back had to be given to Chisaki.
That was the price for his life.
Or rather the price for not being torn apart and put back together again.
From time to time he still had nightmares about.
Chisaki wouldn't kill him as long as he was useful. And his brainwashing quirk was useful in more ways than one.
Worse than seducing any rich guy were the meetings.
Most of the time he didn't even have to do anything, just standing behind the sofa and waiting. Every now and then, when the conversations didn’t go as Chisaki would like to, he should brainwash one of the interlocutors. His heart dropped into his pants every time he asked one of these yakuza a question.
There were more tasks, but those were the things he did the most.
He hated it.
After some time passed he had somehow come to terms with the situation.
He could live like that.
He was afraid of Chisaki and also his enemies, but as long as he didn't do anything stupid he would let him live and at least he protected him from his enemies.
Hitoshi wasn't going to do anything stupid.
It had been stupid enough, that he had thoughts robbing one of Chisaki's people. He hadn't known who he was or who he belonged to. He would never have robbed any of the yakuza had he known.
He's been here ever since.
He was just a small fish, he had always known that, he had never really wanted to mess with the big ones.
But he had struggled since his parents kicked him out.
In hindsight, it was only a matter of time before he got on the wrong one.
And now it was only a matter of time before someone came that Chisaki wound´t protect him from.
He tried to change his appearance as best he could. Changed his dress style, dyed and cut his hair differently all the time.
At the moment he had wildly purple hair that matched his eyes and had been close to his natural hair color, black tight jeans with tears and a tight black shirt.
Hitoshi put his empty glass back on the counter and looked around. Was there anyone here who cached his eyes?
The first one he saw was a blond young man on the dance floor. After a few songs, however, a dark-haired girl came up to him. They seemed to be here together.
Hitoshi immediately looked around again and ignored them.
At the other end of the bar was another young man. He was handsome, blond too, and his clothes suggested he could have a little more money.
Hitoshi watched him for a while. He seemed to be here alone. Now and then a guy came and spoke to him, he talked to them for a while with an incredibly arrogant grin on his face. After a short while they all kept pulling away.
That guy was good.
He was actually about to get up and go to him when a drink was put in front of his nose that he hadn't ordered. It was the same as what he had earlier.
He looked up in surprise.
A man grinned at him. Black long hair, a stubble beard, a cheap suit and a tired look. He had to be in his early 30s. But even if he looked mediocre, he was hot in his own way.
"What is a pretty boy like you doing here alone?"
Hitoshi was torn for a moment. He looked at the blond he had actually chosen as his next target, then at the man in front of him.
He looked him up and down again.
Then he grinned, made a decision, and took the drink.
"I'm waiting for a nice man to buy me something.", He finally answered and took a sip. Then he licked his lips extra provocatively.
Why not take the booty that came to him?
In his head he was already imagining a few things that they could do together tonight.
The guy sat down next to him at the bar, ordered something too.
"Then you can count yourself lucky that I finally released you from your suffering."
The younger man laughed in agreement.
He watched curiously as the bartender put down one of their most expensive whiskeys. One that wasn't even on the normal menu. That had to mean he had access to the VIP area and that in turn had to mean that he had more money and influence than his looks suggested.
Jackpot, he thought, hot and rich.
He took his own glass again and held it up to the other to clink. The faint ringing was drowned out in the loud music but neither of them really paid attention to their glasses. Without looking they led them to their mouths, their eyes always fixed on the other. Both looked as if they were about to eat each other.
That would be fun.
"Dance for me!"
"What?", Hitoshi was hanging over the counter, laughing, looking at the black-haired man in disbelief. They had been sitting together for a while and by then more alcohol had flowed.
"I want you to dance for me."
The other looked at him seriously, just a slight irritating smug grin on his face.
The younger one was quiet for a moment, then he laughed again.
"I don't dance. I'm way too shy to venture onto the dance floor. "
They both knew that Hitoshi wasn't shy. It was just a game. He just had to get his cards right to get what he wanted.
He pretended to think for a moment.
"Come with me!", He finally said, was actually really taken with the idea.
But the black-haired man shook his head.
"I don't dance."
That smirk again.
It was almost as if there was more behind this than just dancing.
"You can't leave me out there alone!" He snubbed a little overdramatically and the other sighed in resignation. He pulled him close, Hitoshi felt the warm breath in his ear, and grumbled, just loud enough that he still could hear it with the music. "Dance for me. I want to watch you.” His new acquaintance licked his ear. "And then we go to my place and get to know each other better in a more private environment."
For a moment he closed his eyes and a tremor of joy ran through his body.
When he opened his eyes again he asked: "Can't we go right away?"
He could still feel the breath in his ear. He only slid forward a tiny bit and he was able to press his upper body against the other's.
Due to the closeness he could hear him hum, or at least he believed it, maybe it was the bass of the music.
"No." came as an answer after a while. Then the older one was back to normal.
Hitoshi almost lost his balance, had leaned against him.
“I want to see what you have to offer me first. How agile you are or whether you are just lazy."
It was pure provocation, he knew that. But it turned him on.
Afterwards he would really show the guy who was in control!
He got up and rubbed his chest.
"Look closely!"
The fingers slowly came off his chest and then he disappeared onto the dance floor.
Not much later they were sitting side by side in a taxi. They didn't say a word or even touch, but with their eyes they were already undressing each other.
However, they weren't nearly as drunk as to embarrass the driver by fooling around in the back seat.
Hitoshi opened his mouth in amazement.
His new acquaintance actually had a penthouse.
"Why this cheap suit when you can afford it?"
The question just slipped out. But the older one just laughed softly.
"I like the suit."
When he got an irritated look, he explained, “If I looked like I had money, a lot more people would cling on to me. Just because they somehow want something. That is tiring."
People like Hitoshi...
"If you don't want to seem like you have a lot of money you should perhaps drink cheaper whiskey."
A low grumpy hum.
“But it tastes good. Besides, I'm not so fond of fashion."
The younger laughed in disbelief. This man was fascinating.
And his home too.
A huge window front through which you could see over the city, so many lights under a night sky that didn't seem completely dark. In front of it is a living room corner with a sofa and armchairs and a low table. The carpet underneath looked so soft that Hitoshi wanted to walk over it with bare feet. A large TV on the wall. On the other side is an open kitchen, separated from the living area by the kitchen unit with black stone worktops. In front of it is a dark wood dining table. On the other wall were a few shelves, many of them with books.
Then there was another flight of stairs, at the top he could see a corridor with at least two doors. He couldn't see more from where he was, but that was enough for now. He could always inquire about the rest of the penthouse later.
First of all, he would take care of his new friend. First he wanted to have a little fun with him.
"You seem to like my humble home."
Humble... to hell.
He should see his damn shack.
"Quite." Hitoshi grinned. "I can hardly decide whether I want to fuck you in front of the window or in that fucking expensive kitchen." He looked at the older man who now raised an eyebrow.
"You want to fuck me?"
The black-haired man shook his head and came over to him. He gently stroked his cheek.
"Oh no, my dear, I'm going to fuck your pretty ass."
The younger man wanted to laugh but lips on his own stopped him. He accepted the kiss. He wrapped his arms around the other and hugged him tightly. The kiss was wild and hot. The older one licked his lip, wanted into his mouth. Hitoshi wouldn't let him. He bit his lower lip.
A low growl was heard and he had to grin again. He pulled lightly on the lip, released it after a few seconds and licked it.
He opened his eyes, which he didn't know exactly when he had closed them, and saw the other's intense gaze. So much lust and desire in those dark eyes.
Hitoshi pushed his hips forward and rubbed his crotch against his acquaintance's leg.
He groaned softly. The other used this moment to push his tongue into his mouth after all.
He felt a hand on the back of his head that kept him from backing away. For the moment, Hitoshi allowed it.
He would wrest control from the black-haired man soon enough. He allowed him a little fun.
After a while they broke up breathlessly.
They were still tightly embraced, their faces only a few inches apart and an obvious bulge in their pants that pressed against each other's leg.
"Now? Did you decide?” The older one asked with a grin. Judging by his look he still thought he was going to lay Hitoshi. The hand that caressed his ass also spoke for it.
Hitoshi looked at the window, he couldn't hold back the grin.
"How about both of them?"
The other purred.
"Sounds good."
Then he let go of him, stopped and when Hitoshi looked at him again, he looked at nothing with a blank expression.
"From now on I will take over the command."
He tucked a strand of hair behind the other's ear and then licked said ear.
"I like you, I'm almost a little sorry that you won't remember later," he whispered. "But I prefer it when I'm in control."
He giggled and let go of the black-haired man.
"Go to the window and kneel in front of it."
The older one obeyed.
Hitoshi watched him go. Something was strange. His quirk didn't feel like it usually did. He didn't feel the connection. And yet his new acquaintance was now kneeling in front of the window, face motionless.
The purple-haired man chased away the strange feeling, blamed it on the alcohol and followed the other. While running he opened his pants and when he stood in front of him he pulled them down a little along with his shorts.
"Take my pants off completely," he ordered and immediately the other raised his hands to pull the pants down further and then first lifted one foot, then the other to take them off completely and then toss them to the side.
Then he was motionless again.
"Suck my dick."
The black-haired leaned closer, licked the length once.
A sigh of pleasure escaped Hitoshi as the other closed his lips around the tip and sucked.
while grinning, he looked down at him, stroked his hair and then pushed him further into his crotch.
“Tonight I will really enjoy. When do you get the opportunity to get a blowjob with such a view?"
There was no reaction from the other. He just started moving his head, hollowing out his cheeks, and swallowing around him from time to time.
Hitoshi bit his lip, he had to hold back for a little longer. Slowly he pushed his hip towards him. If he were too rough, there was a risk of breaking the link with his quirk. But that way he could enjoy the view of Tokyo at night for a little longer.
"Stop."
Immediately the black-haired man let go of him.
"Stand up. Get lube and condoms and then come back to me.” Hitoshi ordered.
He looked after him for a moment. Then he went to the kitchen. On the way there he took off his shirt and just threw it carelessly on the floor.
He looked around curiously.
The kitchen was clean, the worktops were free, only a used plate and a coffee cup were in the sink.
He stroked the slab, cold black stone. Definitely fucking expensive. A knife block with several knives, from a brand that Hitoshi knew he couldn't even afford a single piece. There was an empty pot on the stove. At the other end was a basket with fruit and a fully automatic coffee machine.
The purple-haired man would love to take the machine with him tonight.
He giggled.
He would have to be content with what he could lift that wasn't quite as noticeable.
Behind him he heard faint noises and a second later he felt the warmth of the other on his back.
He smiled and was about to turn around when his arm was grabbed.
In the same second he knew something was wrong. The black-haired man should not be able to act independently.
In the next moment his arm was turned behind his back and his upper body was pressed onto the cold work surface.
A startled cry escaped the younger man. He looked stunned over his shoulder to the other.
The expression on his face was still motionless and without emotion. But he looked him in the eye and after a few seconds a grin slowly crept onto his lips.
"You are careless, Hitoshi."
Hitoshi froze out of fear. He had never introduced himself to the other. How did he know his name?
“You had your fun in front of the window. Now it's only fair if I have fun in the kitchen, isn't it?"
The black-haired man's free hand pinched his ass tightly. Then it slid forward, stroking his still hard dick, then to encircle the shaft finger by finger and apply light pressure.
"You should have enjoyed the view a little longer."
Hitoshi narrowed his eyes, bit his lip, braced himself for the pain to come, and tried to free his arm.
It was uncomfortable, pulled his shoulder, nothing else.
The grip wasn't really painful, but firm.
But when he didn't stop struggling, the grip of the other hand tightened painfully.
Hitoshi screamed, then stopped struggling. Immediately the grip on his dick loosened a little.
"What the hell is your damn problem?"
That bit of brainwashing? Nothing had even really happened so far.
The other leaned over him, whispered in his ear.
"It's just fun to play with you."
Hitoshi activated his quirk but the other just kept talking.
“You want so badly to be in control and you don't even realize you don't have it at all. Notone second this whole evening, since the point you decided not to ignore me. Probably not even before that."
He turned his head a little further, looked at him, looked into red eyes.
He froze.
The other blinked, then his eyes were black again.
The purple-haired man hardly dared to move.
He didn't know who he'd run into, he just knew he'd better get out of here.
The other one still had a firm grip on him and slowly he began to massage his crotch.
"Let go of me..." he muttered.
“You want to stop already? I thought you wanted to enjoy the night. "
He mocked him.
"Let go of me!" He growled again.
And then he was surprised when the hands actually disappeared.
Immediately he pushed himself up.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the other one reaching to the side. He actually got condoms and lube and what looked like a scarf, just a damn long one.
He ignored it, he wanted to get away.
He could take two steps when this scarf thing suddenly wrapped itself around him and made him immobile. Startled, he looked at the black-haired man, who was holding one end of the gray material in his hand and so obviously could control it.
"What?"
The other put a finger to his lips.
"Shh!"
Again his eyes were red and this time Hitoshi also saw that his hair was standing on. The moment he blinked they fell back down and the eyes were normal too.
“I've been watching you for so long, I'm not just letting you go, Hitoshi. I want my reward for all the effort."
He had to get used with the situation.
Someone really had been watching him, it wasn't just imagination.
The man before him knew who he was, knew his name and knew what he could do.
Hitoshi, on the other hand, had no idea.
"Damn it, who the hell are you?"
The guy gave him a creepy grin.
"From now on you can call me your master."
He stared at the older male for a while, stunned, then grimaced and spat at his feet.
"Fuck off! Maybe in your dreams, disgusting old man!"
The other looked at him disapprovingly. Then took his chin in his hand and lifted it up a little.
“I expected you would know me. After all, I've dealt with your boss several times. But maybe you've heard from me? Eraserhead, huh? "
Hitoshi's eyes went wide.
Oh no. It couldn't be.
Of course he'd heard of him. Chisaki had done business with him. Eraserhead was one of the most successful human traffickers in the country. Hitoshi himself, on instructions from Chisaki, got a few poor creatures for him. But he had never seen him. He was one of the few who Chisaki had never taken him to a meeting with.
Once he jokingly asked why he was not allowed to go to the interesting people of all places. Chisaki had looked at him seriously and had said it was for his own safety. "You could please him and believe me, you don't want that!" He had said and Hitoshi had become uncomfortable. He knew he wasn't close to Overhauls heart, he was only there to work off his debt, just a useful tool. But if even he showed any concern for Hitoshi, the other must be really dangerous.
And this man now stood before him. And Hitoshi was at his mercy.
"Well, you seem to know who I am after all."
Hitoshi tugged at the robes.
"LET ME GO!"
The black-haired man came up to him grinning. He stopped in front of him, eyed him. Then he leaned over and licked his lips.
"No." he said simply.
The younger one held back with difficulty, he wanted to bite his tongue, but he didn't dare. So he stood stock still and tried to breathe as calmly as he could.
Eraserhead reached back to the countertop, grabbed the lube and put some on his fingers.
“I know you have some experience with sex. I hope for you, you also know what it is like when someone fucks you. Otherwise it could be a bit uncomfortable now. "
He talked like he was talking about a syringe at the doctor's. As if nothing else was there.
When he felt the wet fingers between his asschecks he couldn't hold still anymore.
He pushed the older man aside with his shoulder and ran. At least he tried. The scarf kept him from taking big steps and with a jerk on them he stumbled and fell. He couldn't even catch himself. Pain exploded in his chest and chin as he hit the floor.
He whimpered softly and stayed while the other kneeled next to him.
He couldn't get up on his own like this.
"Where are you going, Hitoshi?"
"Away from you!" He barked his answer.
He was roughly turned onto his back.
"And then? Back to Overhaul?"
Hitoshi paused. Very likely he would have gone back. Even if he didn't like it there, Chisaki could protect him from many people. But Eraserhead would be a number too big for him too.
He swallowed hard. Didn't know what to answer.
"Do you think he'd miss you?"
What a stupid question!
"I was very useful to him!"
But Eraserhead shook his head.
"I'm talking about you, not your quirk."
Hitoshi was speechless again. But the other one kept talking anyway.
“Nobody there cares about you. Your quirk is helpful, but you? Overhaul's only keeping you because of it, not because he cares about you. Without your quirk you are nothing!"
It was like a stab in the heart.
The words even made him forget the pain on his chin.
“Who are you, Hitoshi? Just a boy who ran away from home and is now seducing men for the Yakuza. You are nothing more than a dog that has to crawl as soon as it´s master whistles. Do you notice it yourself? You could stand in line with the Eight Precepts of Death, but you're just doing the dirty work. You are nothing!"
Hitoshi wanted to defend himself but he couldn't think of anything to say against it.
Eraserhead was right about everything.
This was nothing new to him, of course not, but he had always pushed the thought of it aside. He had hated to think about it.
Now he couldn't escape it.
"And your parents? Did they throw you out because they couldn't take anything like you? Or did you run away to spare them the embarrassment of this realization? Or did they treat you the same way? Hmm? What was it?"
Hitoshi closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at the other one now.
That was cruel.
He felt tears running down the sides of his face, but he couldn't hold them back.
"And what is-"
"Stop it."
"Huh?"
"Stop it..."
The one lying on the floor whispered softly. He didn't want to hear any more.
"Please stop."
Slowly he opened his eyes again.
The black-haired just looked at him, his expression couldn't be read. He gently brushed a tear away from him with his thumb.
"What do you want from me?" He whispered. He didn't trust his voice, didn't want to speak louder.
Again the other's eyes turned red and the hair was standing on, while Hitoshi had no intention of using his quirk.
"A bit of fun."
There was that creepy grin again.
Hitoshis eyes went deeper, there was still a noticeable bulge in Eraserhead's pants.
"If you are good, I’ll be careful."
With these words he released the bonds and pulled him up.
"Are you going to be good, Hitoshi?"
He looked at him while waiting.
Finally Hitoshi nodded.
Did he have any other choice?
"I want to hear you."
Hitoshi bowed his head, looked up at him from below
"Yes…"
He wiped his tears away and went to the other male on his own.
Said pushed him back down on the countertop.
Hitoshi tried to breathe calmly, to relax as much as possible, while Eraserhead reached for the lube again.
It was just sex, he tried to convince himself. Nothing he didn't know.
The first finger was hardly a problem.
It wasn't the first time he'd held out his ass. Even if he didn't do it often.
The second finger was also bearable.
Then a thought occurred to him that made him tense up again. He hissed because it suddenly hurt.
"W-what are you going to do with me afterwards?"
Eraserhead was a trafficker. An uncanny fear overcame him that tomorrow he would be shipped to some strange country and sold as a slave to a creepy guy.
"Are you going to sell me?"
The thought caught him so much that he hardly noticed his current situation.
A low angry rumble brought him back to the here and now.
Then everything happened very quickly and somehow like in slow motion.
Hitoshi saw the arm reaching for something over his head. A moment later the blade came down right in front of his eyes. Only millimeters from his nose.
His breath caught. He stared at the knife. He blinked a few times. It took a few moments to realize that the other male had actually used so much force that the stone had cracked and the knife was now stuck in the worktop right in front of his face.
He didn't dare to move, hardly wanted to breathe. He could only stare at the blade. It was just a kitchen knife, not even a large one, but in the hands of Eraserhead... Hitoshi didn't want to think any further.
"Are you still trying to control me?"
Red eyes glared at him darkly.
The fingers were roughly pushed into him. So rough that a small jerk went through his body. That was enough to touch the knife with his nose. It didn't cut, he could only feel it against his skin.
“Don't think you can mess with me. You are nothing without your quirk. And I can take it from you. There is nothing you can do. And I can do anything! "
New tears ran down the younger man's face.
"N-no... I didn't want... please...", he stammered, "I... I really just wanted to know..." he sobbed and as he moved the blade scratched his skin. "I just want to know if-"
"Shhh!"
Eraser leaned over him, licking tears from the corner of his eye.
"Let's see. If you disappoint me, I won't sell you to the highest bidder, but to the most disgusting old sack I can find."
The fingers moved inside him again. A third pressed into him too.
And the other hand let go of the knife and brushed Hitoshi's side, down his hip and to his crotch. He massaged it roughly.
"But if I like you tonight... I'll be a little nicer in deciding your future."
After a while he let go of him.
"I'll tell you what will happen now and you will obey without complaining!"
As he spoke, he picked up the condom and lubricant.
“I'll fuck you the way I like it and you will come too. But you don’t come until I say you can. No questions, nothing, just moans and my name will come off your lips. Understood?"
Immediately he nodded. The knife scratched his nose with every movement.
After a few more seconds, he felt cold gel drip on his hole.
He saw the tube being put aside again.
Then the older one grabbed his waist.
In the next moment he shoves his dick deep into him. Suddenly he was completely inside him.
Hitoshi screamed.
Eraserhead groaned darkly and satisfied.
It was a burning pain and Hitoshi forced himself to breathe. As calm and deep as possible. He had to relax. He closed his eyes, tried to breathe, and let it happen.
He had caught himself halfway when the other began to move. The next push was slower. But it didn't seem as if the black-haired man would show consideration, rather as if he had to look for a good position for himself first. The same for the next.
The next push was harder than the previous ones. Another and another and another followed. Each time he was pressed hard against the plate and then pulled back a little.
Hitoshi whimpered softly.
It hurt but he still felt the heat from before. He was disgusted with himself. And at the same time it was good. He hadn't forgotten Eraser's instruction that he should come to climax.
The question of how he should be able to do that was forgotten when the older man grabbed his dick and jerked him off in the same rough rhythm.
At the same time he leaned down a bit, changed his position again.
With the next thrust he was going so much deeper inside him and hit that place in him that Hitoshi knew would make him go wild.
Eraser thrust over and over, hit that damn spot.
Hitoshi groaned loudly. He unconsciously clutched the side of the countertop. Nonetheless, with each hard thrust he was pushed a little over the plate.
Again and again he moaned now, actually began to enjoy it.
And at that very moment the other let go of his member. The thrusts are still quick and rough.
The purple-haired man whined. Just when he was about to be able to forget everything around him.
Eraser seemed to have noticed and disagreed.
Hitoshi half opened his eyes. Looked closely at the knife again, tensed for a split second, but then Eraser hit that spot in him again.
He tried to ignore the knife in the broken plate and looked over his shoulder.
The man behind him grinned down at him.
"Oh yes... eyes on me, Hitoshi!"
That made the older man groan loudly. Then he leaned over him, his whole manner dominant and possessive. Especially when he licked his cheek with a grin and sucked lightly on his jawline.
Hitoshi couldn't deny that he actually found this hot.
He groaned softly.
He was so upset with all the feelings inside him. He was hot, the sex made him horny and at the same time he still felt the cold fear in his bones.
He wanted redemption. He wanted it to be over.
Again it was as if the other knew.
"Do you want to come? Then say please."
Humiliated, he closed his eyes.
He heard a dark giggle above him.
“It's not that difficult, just one please. Oh, and look at me doing it. Not more."
He opened his eyes again.
For a moment his gaze was fixed on the knife, but he quickly chased away the thought of whether he would be quick enough to stab Eraserhead. He knew he wasn't. Eraserhead knew it too, otherwise he wouldn't have left the knife stuck.
That was just another power game.
He looked at the black-haired man again, hesitated a moment.
"Please... Eraser please..." he muttered breathlessly.
He had said nothing more than one please and Hitoshi was almost surprised that it was really enough.
The older man reached for his dick again and massaged.
Groaning loudly, he closed his eyes again.
But he felt the other on his ear.
"Don’t forget eyes on me!"
Immediately he opened his eyes again, followed the instruction.
Fixed his gaze on the black-haired man he felt the heat slowly taking over. With every move of his hand, with every thrust, he approached the climax.
The other man still had that superior grin on his face.
"It's okay. Come for me. Shout my name while doing it."
And with the next thrust he came. He actually yelled Eraserhead's name.
Through the veil of exhilaration he saw Eraser thrust further into him and finally moan darkly overhead.
He felt the heat.
And the next moment the other was gone.
Hitoshi layed exhausted and drained on the kitchen plate. He was such a mess.
He wanted to enjoy the good feeling and the emptiness in his head a little longer.
He knew it would be over soon.
He wanted to enjoy it as long as he could.
Who knew what Eraserhead was going to do with him now?
Eraser had carried him to the sofa.
Time passed without anything really happening.
The black-haired man was sitting there, looking out the window, a cigarette in his hand and a glass of whiskey next to him. Hitoshi's head was on his lap.
The younger one was tired and exhausted and felt at the edge of his perception that his hair was being stroked.
It was kind of pleasant.
He couldn't sleep anyway.
So they sat there.
He couldn't tell how much time passed. Maybe it was only minutes, maybe hours. In any case the sun rose at some point.
It was a sight that felt like a dream. The sky over Tokyo turned red but it still wasn't really bright yet.
Then Eraserhead started talking. His voice was soft and calm.
“You know… I was wondering who the guy is that Overhaul is hiding from me. When I was with him, he never said a word about you. But I know others who do business with him too. You must have really pissed them off. So much did they scold your quirk. But nobody could tell me your name. The boy with the brainwashing quirk. That’s all. They could tell me how you look and some were able to describe how your quirk felt but no one could tell me anything about you. "
As he talked he kept playing with the purple hair.
Hitoshi listened to his words, looked out at the city with half-closed eyes.
"I was curious. Overhaul and I often disagree. With you by his side, he could have negotiated many times to his advantage. But he never used you. So I wanted to know who you are. I tracked you down and when I saw you I knew why."
He laughed. Not loud, but a tremor went through his body.
“Obviously Overhaul knows my tastes very well. When I saw you, I was about to catch you right then, but I wanted to know more. Who is this boy? So I was watching you and I have to say, I'm disappointed... "
Hitoshi felt too drained to be really hurt by that statement.
“Just a lap dog from Overhaul. A nothing. My plan was actually to fuck you anyway because of your pretty face and then sell you. But something made me wait a little longer, watch you a little longer. And then I got it. You are not nothing, Overhaul just makes you think that. He keeps you small. Someone with your potential could be on a par with him. You could be dangerous to him... if you only knew how to play your cards properly. But in the end your fear got in the way. What a pity."
The hand in his hair now brushed his cheek.
“I will keep you. I'm curious what I can do with you. Can I make something out of nothing? "
The hand slipped further to his throat.
“Oh boy… you better sleep. It would be better if you don't know my thoughts."
Hitoshi immediately closed his eyes and surrendered to his fate. What could he lose? Becoming someone's else's lap dog?