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“Chrono,” Kai’s voice rang clear and calm, causing Hari to stop in his tracks and look over at the other man. He was wearing his usual plague mask; its leather and gold trim shone in a way that brought out his eyes and made them seem to shine even more brightly than was standard. “I need to discuss something with you in private. Leave your things in the lab and join me in my room.”
“Yes, sir.” Hari could already feel a rising sense of excitement. To the untrained ear, it might sound as though Hari was about to be punished. A few passing members of their syndicate looked at Hari with mild anxiety, as though they thought something truly bad was going to happen to him, and that they would be left to handle Kai’s strict orders without him.
Hari found the looks amusing. It wasn’t as though he had ever stopped Kai from punishing anyone for a mistake. Quite the opposite, actually; normally if Hari was involved in a situation, Kai was much more likely to punish missteps more severely. Hari was the one who arranged clean-ups in the instances that Kai killed one of their underlings, and so when he was close by it was easier for Kai to kill and then have the mess cleaned up in record time.
Either way, he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong. In fact, judging by the relaxed way that Kai had said his alias, Hari was almost certain he was about to receive a reward.
Kai and Hari split off from one another as they approached the lab, with Kai turning left in order to go to his bedroom, and Hari turning right to place his things in one of the locked cabinets within the laboratory’s office. They were files, mostly. Research that both he and Kai had conducted and that had yielded results for crafting their quirk cancelling bullets, but there were a few test samples for the antidote to their drug, too, that Hari was to leave in the drawer. Kai never went anywhere without the first drug either safely stored in a pocket or on Hari, but he was a little looser with the antidote. After all, what use would an antidote have if there was nothing to cure?
After locking the cabinets, Hari stepped out of the lab and locked it behind him. He then pocketed the keys and went up the hallway towards Kai’s bedroom. After knocking, Hari heard Kai call out for him to enter.
Per usual, Hari did as Kai told him. He opened the door and closed it behind him. Kai now had just his cloth face-mask on, instead of his usual plague mask, and Hari almost missed it. The colors on his more ornamental mask brought out the bright golden color of Kai’s eyes; it made them look more piercing, more dangerous. Even still, Hari found himself staring at his leader, mesmerized by just how pristine he looked. He could hardly think of a time when Kai looked like he was even a modicum unkempt. It was reassuring to have him always look like this.
Well. Almost always.
“Lock the door, Hari.” A shiver ran up Hari’s spine. He definitely knew he wasn’t in trouble. Kai never used his given name when he was displeased with Hari. With a nod, Hari locked the door, then stood and calmly waited for his next order.
Kai chuckled, and Hari felt himself melt. “Always so eager to please. What would I do without you, Hari?” Kai reached out with a gloved hand and gently touched Hari’s cheek. Hari leaned into it, completely unashamed of the joy he derived from the simple touch.
“You’d manage just fine, I’m sure,” Hari responded.
“If you were anyone else, I would agree,” Kai murmured. His thumb gently rubbed against Hari’s cheekbone, and Hari closed his eyes. “But, seeing as you’re not anyone else, I’d say things would be more difficult without you.”
It wasn’t unheard of for Hari to receive this kind of praise from Kai, but it was still rare, and Hari drank it in. One eye opened to look at Kai, and he noticed the small crinkles at the corners of Kai’s eyes that showed he was smiling. Hari smiled back. “I appreciate the sentiment. Shall I draw us a bath?”
Kai let out a hum of approval, and Hari pulled away from the other man’s gentle touch. He stepped into the shower room and immediately set the bath to start filling. It was a little ridiculous just how large Kai’s tub was; Hari was confident that Rappa could fit in it with both himself and Kai, and that there would still be room to spare. Regardless of the absurd size of the basin, Hari knew that by the time Kai and himself were done showering, the bath would be full, and that was all that mattered.
Next, he walked over to the sink and pulled a toothbrush out from one of the waterproof drawers. He brushed thoroughly, knowing that he wouldn’t be allowed to do anything to Kai without careful grooming. Once he was finished, he inspected the room for anything else he might need to do. He knew better than to start undressing; Kai was likely in his thin robe waiting to be called in, but Hari knew that the same wasn’t expected of him.
“Kai,” Hari called. Like a clock with all its pieces in place, the scene unfolded just how Hari expected; Kai stepped into the room a mere heartbeat after Hari called, wearing a black silk robe and nothing else. No mask obscured his face, no gloves hid his hands. All that stood between Hari and Kai was thin, soft fabric, and Hari’s own work clothing.
Kai moved to settle on one of the two stools in the room. No one else was allowed in Kai’s shower room, and so there was never a question posed as to why there were two seats. It was one of many secrets shared between them. Once seated, he turned his full attention to Hari.
With Kai’s eyes on him, Hari slowly stripped his clothes off. His socks had been forsaken to Kai’s laundry basket already, so the first thing he pulled away was his white rain jacket. It revealed a plain white t-shirt beneath it, as well as black jeans. Hari’s clothing sense was probably just as dull as Kai’s, but, evidently, Kai found it appealing. His eyes had dropped to watch Hari carefully pull his shirt up and away from his stomach. Once the shirt was removed and tossed into a nearby water-proof hamper, Hari teasingly ran his hands down his chest and stomach, until they rested on his belt. His own gaze watched Kai, always curious to know exactly what was going through the other man’s mind. Something about how unreadable he was had always made Hari anxious when they were growing up, but, over time, he had learned to read the smallest ticks, the tiniest movements on Kai’s exposed face in order to better please him. All of those years of studying paid off in dividends each time Kai asked him for this.
He spotted the way Kai’s fingers twitched in his lap and smiled. He was excited, but holding back the urge to show it. The tiny movement was him restraining himself from either reaching for Hari, or from touching himself in response to what Hari was doing.
“Kai…” Hari called, bringing Kai’s gaze up to meet his own. It was still so foreign to see lust painted over his leader’s features; in all honesty, Hari wasn’t sure Kai had felt this way about anyone else, and it always filled him with a sense of honor. He had questioned Kai over it a few times, when they were about to fall asleep after a long bath together, and the response always made Hari’s skin tingle.
“I’m only interested in this sort of thing with you,” Kai had said.
How exactly was Hari supposed to deny him anything, when something so special was shared between them? Hari wasn’t sure that he had ever felt what he felt towards Kai for anyone else, either, but he was positive he hadn’t felt sexual attraction towards others. He had also never wanted to follow them to the ends of the earth like he did Kai. He had never imagined living a different life with anyone else, one full of mundanities like waking up beside one another and simply enjoying their warmth in the sheets next to him. A life that didn’t involve quirks, or fighting to eliminate Super hero society, but instead just had him with his head resting on their firm, naked chest while he dreamed of such things as fantasy. No. Those daydreams were specifically reserved to Kai, and he was daring to make those things a reality in the not-so-distant future.
Snapping back to his current situation, Hari realized he was already pulling his pants and boxers down. Shuffling out of these always felt like the most awkward part of the process; he could pull his shirt off in a way that he might define as “attractive”, but stepping out of a pair of pants that always seemed to catch him around the ankles never really fit the “amorous” air he was trying to achieve. Even still, Kai didn’t complain.
For some reason, he never really complained about what Hari did anymore. At least not in regards to sex. There was always something for Kai to complain about regarding their work, their underlings, or Hari’s speed in shooting, but that seemed to be where such things ended.
“Wash your hands and come help me,” Kai commanded once Hari had thrown the rest of his clothes in the laundry hamper. Hari nodded and did as he was told, carefully scrubbing his hands down with soap until he was certain every centimeter was clean. Once he was finished, he turned just in time to see Kai stand and slide his robe down his shoulders and off of his body. Hari stared, transfixed by Kai’s musculature. Even if he saw it bared for him on a semi-regular basis, he could never get over the sight of those beautiful muscles. Kai hanged his robe on the back of the door, then turned and walked over to Hari. Hari used every ounce of his control in order to keep himself from touching Kai, at least for now. Instead, he settled on the stool in front of Kai’s and waited for what he knew was coming. As much as Kai trusted Hari, he was still incredibly finicky about cleaning him before Hari was allowed to touch him. In truth, Hari didn’t particularly mind; he knew it was a methodical thing for Kai, but it was undoubtedly something Kai only did with him, and so Hari was able to treasure it all the same.
The water was hot against Hari’s skin, uncomfortably so, and Kai was immensely thorough with washing him, reaching into every single dip of muscle or joint connection to scrub. He worked from the top of Hari’s head down, and Hari wriggled as he reached down and washed his dick and scrotum. He handled both with a firmness that, to anyone else, probably would have been uncomfortable, but Kai was the one doing it, and instead of complaining, Hari let out a pleased whine.
“You like that I’m rough, don’t you?” Kai mused, moving the shower head so that it cleaned the soap suds out of Hari’s dark silver pubic hair. “You want all the filth to be scrubbed away.”
“Yes, Kai,” Hari sighed. He let his head fall back against Kai’s shoulder, and Kai allowed it, if only because he had just washed Hari’s hair. “Always…”
“Good…” The response was barely a whisper. Once Kai had washed all of Hari, the bath sounded, telling them both that it was full. “We’re only half-finished, you know.”
There was Kai’s complaint. Hari was too eager for the next step to care, though. “Sorry. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by having to get up to turn on the tub.” He offered a quiet tease, which earned Kai’s hand grabbing his ass. The squeak that escaped Hari should have been embarrassing, but Kai seemed amused by it.
“Help me.” Kai had turned on his own seat and Hari followed suit. He reached out and carefully touched Kai’s back. Kai’s body didn’t react negatively; there were no hives in sight. Sighing in relief, Hari went to work cleaning Kai in a similar manner to what the other man had done to him, though he allowed his fingers to linger along Kai’s shaft longer than was expressly necessary.
Kai glanced over his shoulder, bright golden eyes half-lidded as they locked with Hari’s gray ones. Hesitantly, Hari pressed his lips to Kai’s neck, and let himself leisurely stroke the other man’s member.
“Hari.” It was a warning. Even though Kai was enjoying the action, he wasn’t ready yet. Hari stopped. He moved his hand to hover just above Kai’s thigh, and pulled his head back so that he wasn’t breathing on Kai’s skin.
Kai nodded in approval. One hand moved to hold Hari’s hand that was just above Kai’s leg, and Hari felt his insides warm. The action was brief, but sweet.
After the momentary pause, Kai moved to expose his ass. Hari knew exactly what to do from here. He reached for the second head attachment for Kai’s shower and quietly cleaned it with the soap nearby. He rinsed it off, mindful that no traces of lather were left before attaching it and turning it on. The thin metal head needed far less water pushed into it, and so Hari carefully checked the pressure before he began washing Kai with it.
Kai growled softly at the sensation, his nails digging into the plastic seat in front of him. While Kai loved being clean, this seemed to be his least favorite part of the process, until Hari angled to water flow just right.
He cleaned in silence, watching Kai react to the sensation of the enema with the occasional grunt or, even more rarely, a whimper. Hari was thorough with his work, but he soon noticed that Kai was growing impatient with the way he glanced back at Hari.
“Enough.” Kai grunted. Hari noted the breathlessness in his tone, but did as he was told and removed the enema head. He then cleaned it once more, offering Kai time to recover from the experience.
Once he had caught his breath, Kai took the shower head back and finished washing his legs. He then walked over to the sink and pulled an all too familiar bottle out of a drawer. Hari watched him move towards the inset bathtub. Kai was always so slow when it came to getting into a bath, not that Hari minded. Watching Kai slide into the water was arousing in ways Hari wasn’t sure he could describe. Kai also seemed to know that he would only be in that position until Hari decided to join him, and so maybe that was why he moved so leisurely.
Luckily, Hari could drag that time out a little too, if he so chose, and today, much like every other day, he did.
Kai looked at peace as he settled into that gargantuan tub. With every inch of his body that submerged, he looked more and more relaxed, until he was up to his shoulders in hot water. His eyes closed, and his head tilted back to rest against the lip of the tub. Once again, Hari was entranced. He remembered the first time he saw Kai in this vulnerable state. While they had been several years younger, Hari still remembered feeling all of the same things he was currently feeling, accompanied by so much more. Denial had been at the forefront of his mind then, but it had been somehow tightly interwoven with longing. He had resigned himself by their early teens to unreciprocated feelings, mostly due to the way that Kai felt about other humans and, more specifically, human contact. He had seen all outside of himself as dirty and unkempt; he viewed them as sick, and Hari was positive he was no exception to the rule. It was at some point, during a moment similar to this one, where Kai and Hari were both nude after a shower and ready to settle into an onsen together, that Hari had confessed his feelings for Kai.
Arguably, it was an inappropriate time for such a confession, and it would have undoubtedly been awkward had Kai not reciprocated the feelings. Hari had infinite things to lose by confessing in the first place, and the gains seemed like they would only be a sense of relief from the emotions that had been wrapping around his throat and making it nearly impossible to breathe as he worked side-by-side with Kai.
And yet.
Kai had reciprocated. There hadn’t been some mystical embrace, some immediate, heat of the moment sex when all was finally laid out in the open. Instead, a naked Kai Chisaki had carefully pulled Hari’s freshly washed face to his own and pressed their foreheads together.
“With you by my side, Hari, there’s nothing we can’t do to this world.”
It had been more than enough. It would continue to be more than enough, knowing that Kai felt so strongly for Hari. Hari could have lived with the occasional stroke of Kai’s gloved hand against his cheek, or the occasional touch of Kai’s forehead against his and nothing more for the rest of his life, but Kai was willing to go even further with him, just him, and that made Hari’s chest swell with affection.
“Hari.”
Hari was again brought back to the present, where Kai had now turned his head to study Hari.
“Come here.” It was an order, and one that Hari would gladly follow. He stood up from his seat and made his way over to Kai. Kai moved ever so slightly, and Hari slid into the bath next to him.
Kai’s hands moved to bring Hari’s forehead to his. Gently, he pressed them both together, and Hari melted into his touch. In that moment, he tried to decide what specifically he could call Kai; what string of words could describe their relationship? They relied on one another; Hari was Kai’s confidant, and Hari believed that Kai was his, as well. Hari was willing to follow Kai’s orders, even if it led him to the grave, and Kai rewarded that unflinching loyalty so thoroughly that Hari couldn’t help but be content. They had been a duo since childhood, with Hari operating as Kai’s shadow, the one who made certain that Kai’s goals would be realized. Kai was the dreamer with aspirations both of them worked tirelessly towards.
It was impossible to use a single word to describe what they were. No word completely encompassed what Hari felt for Kai. The only word that came remotely close, Hari found, was “love”, but even that word paled when Hari thought back on every moment the pair shared.
Lips pressed to Hari’s. Kai’s tongue flicked against his lower lip, and Hari opened his mouth to let Kai do as he saw fit. Arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, and Hari tentatively reached to pull Kai into his lap.
Kai only pulled back when Hari was positive they were both about to suffocate. They were rarely allowed these opportunities for intimacy, seeing as they were both so important to their syndicate’s leadership, so in moments like this, both men indulged as much as they were comfortable. Tonight, Hari realized, Kai was exceptionally comfortable. Between them, Hari could feel Kai’s cock rubbing against his own. Hari was definitely aroused, but he noticed Kai was already fully hard.
“Kai..?” His name left Hari’s mouth as a question; Hari was seeking permission to touch more.
“Go ahead,” Kai murmured, still catching his breath. He leaned forward to place several kisses along Hari’s neck. Hari let out a soft moan of appreciation.
Slowly, Hari’s hands slid up Kai’s hips to caress his sides and chest. His thumbs found each of Kai’s nipples and he gently rolled them beneath each finger. Kai nipped him in response, which earned a whine from Hari.
Nothing further happened to discourage Hari, who opened his eyes, not realizing that they had closed. Leaning over him was Kai, still maskless, still relaxed, and still looking down at him with half-closed eyes and a small smile. Hari couldn’t resist smiling back.
“Shall we?” Kai asked, pushing himself ever-so-slightly further out of the water. Hari nodded, and looked back to see where Kai had set the lubricant. He felt slightly disappointed as Kai moved out of his lap; he missed the weight almost immediately, but he knew they would be much closer to each other in a matter of minutes.
Kai settled across from him, resting his weight fully against the lip of the tub and exposing his ass to the air. Hari couldn’t help but admire the view; Kai’s back was all defined muscle. Despite initial glances, Kai was well-built, and he managed to look incredible at just about every angle.
Hari opened the lubricant and poured a generous amount over his fingers, though he was careful to avoid spilling any into their bath. He knew Kai would get antsy about it, even if to the general population it was sanitary.
Kai was anything but the general population.
He felt another smile cross his lips, then moved to prod at Kai’s already reddened hole. The hot water, despite how careful Hari was, still irritated Kai’s sensitive skin, and so he would have to be even more careful. Nowadays, he had a good sense of how much lubrication they would need, but, during their first session, Hari distinctly remembered using just a little over a third of their bottle to prep Kai. There had been no tears, and Kai had been immensely satisfied with the result.
Today, Hari hoped, would be no different. He carefully coated the tight ring of Kai’s ass in lubricant, then pushed in with a single finger. Then it was a waiting game; Kai was still incredibly tight. Although they did have sex, it was at infrequent intervals for Kai’s comfort; he hated the feeling of being stretched out afterwards, and instances where he wanted to be the one inside of Hari were few and far between, so they were left with ample amount of time for things to tighten up again. That meant going slow when they started though, which Hari was more than alright with.
He rubbed Kai from the inside, petting and stroking places where Kai dared not even consider touching, but definitely derived immense pleasure from. He pushed back onto Hari’s finger, then looked over his shoulder and raised a curious eyebrow.
Hari let out a fond chuckle before moving to insert another finger. Once again he did so slowly, and relished the way that Kai tightened around them both. He let out a grunt, then almost immediately bucked his hips forward and backward, until he guided Hari’s fingers directly to his prostate and let out a gasp.
“Hari,” Kai hissed, continuing to slowly fuck himself on the other man’s fingers.
“Yeah, Kai?” He watched, letting Kai take his pleasure as he saw fit. His own dick throbbed with interest.
“Give it to me.” Kai sounded desperate, and it made Hari ever-so-slightly bolder.
“Give what to you?” He tried his best to sound innocent, but the glare he received from Kai told him it hadn’t been convincing.
“Don’t get smart with me, or I’ll handle this myself.” Despite how breathless he was, Hari knew better than to test Kai. He undoubtedly would take matters into his own hands if he felt Hari wasn’t cooperating.
“Yes, sir.” Hari had pulled his fingers from Kai now, and was quickly drenching his cock in lubricant so that he could fill the void.
Kai really had given Hari everything in the physical sense; in spite of his fear of germs, Kai had specifically requested that Hari not wear a condom when they had sex in the bath. It suited Hari fine, but he had never quite understood Kai’s logic with that one. He had always said he could simply clean himself out afterwards, and yet Hari had never seen him do so.
Either way, he wouldn’t question it. He knew better than to question Kai, especially on this front. Instead, he carefully lined the head of his cock up with Kai’s entrance and pushed in.
The hiss Kai released was better than any sort of pornography Hari could find. Hari settled with his hip bones flush to Kai’s ass, and rested his head on top of Kai’s shoulder. He slowly grinded against Kai, moving himself in and out only the slightest amount, but it pulled a symphony of whimpers from the other man.
Hari reached down and jerked Kai to the same rhythm as he set with his hips. He noticed the way Kai’s breathing was increasing already, the way he was starting to gasp and writhe, and Hari knew immediately that he would be finishing soon.
“Slow down,” Kai demanded. Hari let go of Kai’s dick, then adjusted himself so that he wasn’t quite so deep in Kai.
“If you’re ready, you can cum, Kai. I don’t mind,” Hari responded earnestly. Kai whipped his head around and narrowed his eyes.
“I’m not ready.” The tone was childish, and Hari had to hold back the laughter bubbling in his chest. Instead, he buried his face in Kai’s neck and nodded.
Kai seemed to accept the silence. Hari felt him take several deep breaths and couldn’t resist the urge to move from holding Kai’s hips to his pectorals.
Hari was sometimes lucky enough to experience this kind of closeness when he and Kai slept in the same bed together. Once again, it wasn’t common practice; too many people wanted their attention too frequently, and, to avoid prying, they both agreed to only come to bed with each other rarely. They also agreed that, should they ever be discovered, Kai would threaten bodily harm to whoever had seen them should their relationship status get out.
Hari wouldn’t mind it getting out, if he were being honest, but he knew why Kai would. It would make Hari a target and give people a sense of having leverage over Kai, or vice versa. They couldn’t afford that. For now, they would just have to keep their meetings brief and their affection secret.
Anything for Kai.
"Okay. Move.” Kai spoke, and Hari did as he was asked. He moved more deliberately now, enjoying the wet squelching sound that came with each thrust. Once again, Kai started to moan, and each moan spurred Hari’s thrusts, until the water around them threatened to spill out of the tub.
Hari wasn’t quite sure when, but he felt his hand dip back down to stroke Kai’s dick in time with his thrusts. His own climax was building, and he could tell that Kai’s wasn’t far behind, either. A few more kisses were pressed to Kai’s neck, even more were pressed to his jaw, and a final one was pressed to his lips just as Kai’s orgasm hit. Hari sped up his tempo, disregarding the water that now spilled out of the bath as he did so, and, as Kai clutched the bathtub and all but screamed Hari’s name, Hari finally reached his own end. Kai’s muscles clenched around him as he stilled, and Hari was keenly aware of the mess he was leaving inside of the other man. A deep hum of pleasure escaped him, and he leaned back to sink into the oversized tub once more. Kai didn’t follow. He clung to the lip of the tub and panted. Hari hazarded a guess that he was overstimulated, and so he quietly watched and waited while Kai regained his bearings.
Once he did, Hari was filled with dismay as Kai pulled himself from the tub. Hari moved to follow him.
“I’m just--cleaning,” Kai grunted as water and Hari’s seed leaked from his body.
“I can handle it. Do you want to soak?” Hari reached for a towel and haphazardly patted himself dry. Kai shook his head, and Hari reached to drain the tub. He stepped out of the bath and dried his legs before moving to Kai with another plush towel. “Can I touch you?”
Kai seemed to be debating the offer. He looked first at Hari, then at the towel, then finally nodded. Hari reached out and slowly started to dry him.
“Are you alright?” Despite Hari’s enjoyment and despite the fact that Kai enjoyed sex in the moment, there always seemed to be time afterwards where he was revolted. Hari had quickly learned that in those moments, he needed to listen to Kai’s verbal commands and physical cues even more closely than normal.
Kai nodded, then allowed himself to sink against Hari’s naked body. Hari held him up and dried him thoroughly, taking care to avoid his lower body until the rest of him was dry.
There was always an odd, momentary shift in their dynamic after sex. Hari would be the one to take on the more assertive role, while Kai became much more submissive and malleable. He allowed his guard to drop for the rest of their time together, and Hari treasured such moments. He quietly guided Kai out of the shower room and back to his bedroom. They both put on their pajamas, and Hari kissed the side of Kai’s head as he settled into bed.
“I’ll go clean up the rest of the mess and bring something to drink. Rest,” he whispered.
Kai did as he was told, and, when Hari returned, they drank tea with Hari seated in a chair and Kai resting with his back against his headboard. Plans regarding the Shie Hassaikai were freely discussed, even the more morbid points, and Hari was entirely prepared to take their tea set away and go sleep in his own room once they finished. However, as he moved to leave, Kai spoke.
“Hari. Stay.” Hari looked towards Kai and blinked. He could see that he had moved closer to the wall to make space for Hari to sleep next to him. Hari's eyes met Kai's gaze, and he noted that his leader was relaxed. There was no question as to what Hari would do next.
Settling into bed with Kai, he watched the other man settle on his back. Once he was situated, Hari laid down only a few inches away, his hand reaching out to hover over Kai’s chest. When he received no protests, he put his hand down and felt the warmth radiating from Kai's skin. Once again Hari's own gaze found Kai's, and a soft smile crossed his lips as Kai moved a hand to gently stroke Hari's head.
It was all so much more than he could have ever hoped to ask for from Kai.