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“But…First Lieutenant Tsurumi, I-“ Koito found himself coming up short on words, stuttering absently, a cute blush dusting his cheeks.
It was like this that Koito found himself sitting in Tsurumi’s lap, completely naked except for his fundoshi that barely concealed his crotch, fidgeting awkwardly as the Lieutenant played with his hair. When he had been called in to see the First Lieutenant, it had been under the pretense that he was to be given new instructions for the mission he had been recently tasked with in pursuit of another tattooed ex-convict. And now, here he was.
“What’s the matter, sweet boy?” Tsurumi crooned, cock straining unsubtly through his pants.
“Why do this with me?…why not do it with a real man, someone who can fully reciprocate?” Koito looked so fragile like this, practically on the verge of tears, fighting to keep himself together for the First Lieutenant.
It made Tsurumi all the more worked up, seeing him shake with anticipation and fear. He suppressed the urge to bend the younger man over his desk right then and there, slamming his pretty face against the pile of papers there and fucking him open with no preparation.
Instead, the First Lieutenant mulled over his next words, a cryptic, thoughtful expression crossing his handsome, scarred features.
“I make you nervous, don’t I?” Tsurumi finally spoke in a slow and gentle voice. “You want to do well for me? Well, let me tell you this, sweet Second Lieutenant Koito.” He leaned in close, the faint warmth of his breath ghosting Koito’s jaw.
“When we first met, when you were just a boy…I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And headstrong, too! Though I suppose such an attitude hardly exceeded what would be normal for a brat your age! And yet a perfect picture of that boyish innocence I so adore… I wanted you all for myself, just like this. It would’ve been such a waste for you to live as a girl, I thought. So naturally, when you offered yourself up to me as a soldier, how was I to refuse such a fiercely fighting spirit, not to mention such a handsome face? And you have become such a fine young man, too. I’m proud of you, Lieutenant Koito.” Despite his white-knuckled attempt to maintain his composure, the Second Lieutenant quickly discovered that his cheeks were wet with tears.
Tsurumi brushed them away with a shockingly tender touch, the tip of his thumb skirting under the dark fringe of Koito’s eyelashes.
“Aw, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, my dear.” He gazed at him approvingly, a trickle of clear fluid leaking out from beneath the enamel plate fastened to his forehead, glimmering in the dim light of his office. “Your body is precious to me, Otonoshin.” He whispered low, like he was sharing an important secret with his subordinate. “Because I can tell that right now, it wants to cooperate with me. It's not just your soul, is it? You can't hide your love for me, because you want nothing more than to make me happy. That's more than good and proper, for any man who follows me. And you seem to be especially eager! That's why you’re a gem, one worth keeping as close as I do~”
Koito’s heart fluttered at the use of his first name. Something Tsurumi had picked for him himself, as he had for Ogata, who had come from a similar situation, though of course only in that regard. Koito had quickly become accustomed to that lovely name of his going unused, though not without some disappointment, as it was something Tsurumi had gone through a good deal of trouble to have on his records, along with everything else he had done for him. At the use of this handpicked name, Koito shuddered, reminded of his second encounter with the First Lieutenant. By now, he had a sneaking suspicion it had all been a sham, what had happened back then. And he knew enough about the mysterious ways in which Tsurumi’s mind operated now to know that he was being used.
He could make love to him tonight, and be discarded at a moment’s notice the very next day, if it suited the First Lieutenant’s interests. Of course his body was precious to him. It was a valuable chess piece on his board, but ultimately, it was still an expendable one. But Koito didn’t care. He couldn’t have made himself angry or refuse Tsurumi’s advances, when he had come to yearn for any kind of attention from the First Lieutenant for so long. Finally, he was going to get his wish.
Tsurumi chuckled, and caressed the side of Koito’s face with the rough pad of his thumb. “Is this your first time being with a man, little Lieutenant Koito?”
He might’ve passed out right there, if not for the insistent nagging in his love-frenzied head telling him to impress Tsurumi, and only Tsurumi. He looked better than any portrait of a legendary hero, sounded better than anyone’s favorite character in an old story. Everything about the Lieutenant was perfect, down to the barest molecule in his spit or one of the golden flecks in his overpoweringly intelligent eyes.
Koito was ashamed that he was just now noticing this: Tsurumi’s lashes were very pretty, elegant just like a woman’s, despite the prominent, deeply red scars across his eyes - like spider lily blossoms - that should have made their growth impossible. But Tsurumi was no stranger to the impossible, of course. He overcame it every day!
Koito’s heart stuttered. Tsurumi’s gorgeous, strong hand was leaving his thigh, and the flesh there burned with the loss. But it was going to the pure white of the enamel plate on his forehead! He was graceful as he hesitated over the leather and clasps, his eyes still focused intently on Koito.
“Well, Lieutenant Koito?”
Koito’s pulse fluttered. His mouth went temporarily dry.
“Yes, it’s my first time! My first time with anyone!!”
“And why is that?” Tsurumi asked him patiently.
God, he was always ever so patient!
“Because, um!…” Koito deliberated over his next words, nervous about how they would come out.
“Still nervous?” Tsurumi chuckled amusedly. “There’s no need to be shy, you know…Otonoshin.”
The use of his first name again made him jump, which only appeared to amuse Tsurumi even more.
Koito closed his eyes and let the words tumble out. “Because I’ve only ever wanted to do this with you!”
Tsurumi’s eyes flashed with curiosity. He hummed appreciatively and let the enamel plate fall into his hand before he set it aside on his desk.
He looked even more handsome without it on, in a more vulnerable, naked way. His shrapnel wound looked nasty, surely something to be reckoned with.
He smiled, despite the absurdity of it all, or perhaps even because of it. “And to do what, my sweet boy?”
“To…um, to be with you. Like this.” Boldly, Koito placed his warm, shaky hand on Tsurumi’s hip, grinding his growing erection into his own wet folds, through thin barriers of the fabric of their underclothing.
Tsurumi grunted softly, and that, to Koito, felt better than any victory he’d ever had. “Oh, my dear Otonoshin…” he drew his words out nice and long and it was uncertain to him if it was deliberate. “Why don’t you show me more of what you mean?”
Koito smiled hard without even meaning it. But there was no use fighting anymore. It didn’t matter even if he was playing with him. In fact, to his mind, it almost made it feel that much better. To know that he was being used meant that he was valuable, perhaps even needed.
He was important to Tsurumi! Nothing could have made the boy in him more happy than to know that he was doing exactly what Tsurumi wanted. He didn’t want to make the First Lieutenant wait any longer. However, he wanted to surprise the First Lieutenant. And he had always wanted to do this dangerous thing that he was about to do.
Koito tentatively pressed two fingertips against the slight give of the tender wound, and noticed that it was actually more of a hole than a slash. It wept readily against him, translucent fluid muddied a bit by pinkish blood trickling down to his wrist. He wanted to be careful with Lieutenant Tsurumi. After all, one wrong move and the man might bite his hand right off, due to a slight change inside that cryptic head of his that Koito was always struggling to understand.
Tsurumi moaned quietly into the touch and closed his eyes, something that was certainly unexpected but not unwelcome in comparison to being attacked. He thought he had long since given up trying by now, but witnessing the softness and openness of his gash, the vulnerability of the deep scarlet scar tissue that bloomed across his brow, and the pearly pink concoction of the liquid leaking from inside his head, he seemed…closer. Less unattainable, more real. This was really happening.
He wanted to jam his fingers into that obscene, disgusting wound and stroke the inside of his brain, explore it for himself and take from it whatever pretty parts he liked. How would the First Lieutenant function with the other side of his frontal lobe partly missing? Maybe he’d rely on Koito more, trust him to make his decisions for him, perhaps even to take care of him. Koito shuddered. He wouldn’t do it.
Instead, he pulled his hand back, and leaned in to kiss the spot where he had previously touched, tasting the strong, salty, metallic wetness there with his tongue before hovering his lips over Tsurumi’s handsome, amusedly smiling mouth. Koito noticed that his smile was crooked, just like him. Granted permission, his tongue probed through Tsurumi’s lips, teeth clashing against one another as Tsurumi playfully fought back with his own tongue, like a hot and slick wrestling match between their mouths.
He tasted even dreamier in that gorgeous mouth, the one that had ordered men to do unthinkable things, twisted the truth like candy ropes and told sweet lies, all with that fierce and sharp tongue that felt so soft but strong against his own. The ridges of his palate, the perfect, neat row of his dazzling teeth holding back from devouring him, the spit that welled up from his salivary glands and coated Koito’s tongue…it was all so heavenly he was sure he’d died. He wanted to be devoured, though he wasn’t sure of in exactly what sense.
The soft crush of his lips and tongue was eating him, more than anything, and though he sucked on the First Lieutenant’s tongue like a child would a piece of candy, Tsurumi, ever the patient instructor, slipped the muscle back and ran the tip of it over the rim of Koito’s slick mouth before taking his puffy bottom lip between his teeth and gently biting down. Koito let him do this, unafraid even as his heart was pumping blood at an erratic pace, Tsurumi’s long, slender fingers threading through his subordinate’s silky dark hair.
Tsurumi pulled back from Koito’s hungry mouth just as he tasted his own salty blood on his tongue, a heavy shudder passing through his spine as the older man wiped a red smear of it across his lips; a pretty shade of scarlet that painted him almost like a woman’s makeup. It suited that taunting smirk and the coy, slightly curved bristles of his mustache, matching the crimson scarring across his damaged brow and eyes that somehow still managed to convey whatever he commanded them to. Right now, instead of taking on their usual cryptic stare, he saw the Lieutenant’s eerie, pinkish orbs half-lidded with lust, the black barbs of his lashes seductively obscuring the chrome rings of his irises that were somehow weighted with desire.
Koito impulsively leaned in for another kiss, but Tsurumi halted him with a slim finger wagging directly in front of his face, pressed against his swollen and bloody pout.
“Eager for another taste, hm?” The Lieutenant tutted scoldingly. “Why don’t you show me just how far you’re willing to go for my lips, young Otonoshin?” He grinned, and Koito’s stomach flipped inside of him at those sweetly foreboding words.
“I’ll do it, yes! Anything for you, Lieutenant Tsurumi! You can use me any way you like, and I’ll take it! Please, just-”
“Lieutenant Koito.” Tsurumi interrupted sternly, taking the younger man’s jaw into one of his larger hands and chuckling his approval when the fervent Satsuma dialect stopped. “I cannot understand you when you speak in such a way. Please talk slower, and not with that anxiety-induced Satsuma habit of yours.”
Koito swallowed, quickly averting his eyes and flushing bright red.
“Now…” The Lieutenant crooned saccharinely. “What was it that you were saying?”
“N-nothing of importance, sir.” Koito replied shakily.
“Second Lieutenant Koito.” Tsurumi frowned. “I do not ask twice.”
Koito shivered, face burning with shame as he struggled to find his previous words. “I, um…I said that I’ll do anything you want. That…you can use me however you like, and…I’ll embrace it. Please.”
His cunt throbbed desperately, the ache building up inside of him translating into obscene wetness. Tsurumi appeared to be satisfied with the younger man’s answer.
“Well, then. How do you feel about having a loaded weapon in your mouth? I promise I’d treat you with the utmost of care…and if you take it like a good boy, I might even give you a reward.”
God, there had to be something wrong with him for him to find that hot. But it turned him on, undeniably, for his fundoshi was soaked through now. He swallowed the dryness in his throat, suddenly overly aware of the intention laden on Tsurumi’s smooth and manufactured-sweet voice.
He was suggesting putting a gun where his tongue had once been. A loaded gun! The idea should have made him reel with sickness, but instead, the fear he felt was a pleasant tingle down his spine, a burn of anticipation that made his gut tighten with longing. This was Tsurumi speaking to him. Who was he to decline? He nodded eagerly, his body betraying the unconvincing act as it trembled.
But he wanted this. Not necessarily the gun part, but the sex, for sure. It seemed like a small price to pay, if it ended up taking his life. His brain was too addled with lust to comprehend just how fucked up the sentiment of it was.
“Then…you might as well handcuff me so I can’t resist.” He managed with a small smile.
Tsurumi’s eyebrow arched with surprise, the corners of his mouth curled at those dirty words coming out of such a clean-looking young man. He was a virgin, after all. Was he lying about that? No, the prospects of that seemed unlikely, given how much he worshiped the First Lieutenant and how bad of a liar he was, especially around Tsurumi.
What other sorts of foul fantasies could that pretty head have concocted while getting himself off, with two or perhaps three fingers up inside his slick hole, or maybe jerking off his tiny dick with his forefinger and thumb?
“You know, you really are full of surprises, young Otonoshin.” Tsurumi mused, now stroking the boy’s cheek lovingly. “I promise to do my very best to torture you, my darling.”
The bitter taste of metal clinked hard against his teeth as the long, narrow barrel reached to the back of his throat, stretching out his mouth with Tsurumi’s finger still idly lingering on the trigger. He could feel his throat constricting around the wide opening at the muzzle of the weapon every time he swallowed, gaping to an almost painful degree with his lips peeled back, wet with thick strands of drool as the front sight prodded against the roof of his mouth invasively. The power that this man had over him was immense; one misstep and the flash of a bullet would tear through his head, filling his skull for a brief moment before it exited out the back with a spray of blood and bits of brain viscera.
Given his unexpected bouts of rage, Koito was ashamed to say that he wouldn’t put it past the First Lieutenant to kill him for no good reason except for simply because he felt like it in the moment. It was a psychological game of Russian Roulette. His thoughts began to race, his heart picking up a vigorous pace, face flushed with embarrassment at the whole situation, but also with a decent amount of excitement. This was Tsurumi’s loaded gun pressing down on his tongue, after all. His hands were still cuffed behind his back as he sat propped against Tsurumi’s desk.
With a half-smirk, the polished black toe of Tsurumi’s boot began to rub against Koito’s bare folds. The lewd sounds of leather against slick made his guts churn, and seeing the sticky fluid shining on Tsurumi’s shoe was even sexier than he’d imagined. Without a care for hygiene, Koito rutted against the boot, whimpering softly when the hard edge brushed up against his clit. Tsurumi was going to make him work for it, simply presenting his boot for him to grind against until he got his release. That was what he wanted to see, right?
His whimpers echoed in the barrel of the gun down his throat, steel bonds biting into his wrists as he angled his body to chase the harsh friction of Tsurumi’s boot, rubbing his red and leaking cunt all over the front of it pressing the tip against the loosened opening of his hole, more spit stringing down from his spread lips and landing in wet patches on his small breasts and dusky pink nipples.
With his soft, shockingly unmarked thighs pushed open far enough that he was baring his cunt for all to see, his tight abdominal muscles tensing with every eager rut, the soft black fuzz of his pubic hair trailing up to his navel and his eyes fluttering closed with sick pleasure, Koito had never looked so beautiful.
Soon, after about 15 minutes of the stress of being unable to catch his release due to the lack of movement on Tsurumi’s part and his own amateur attempts at pleasuring himself, tears had begun to well up in his eyes, trickling down his lips and chin and mixing with the thicker substance of his saliva. And Tsurumi found his pitiful, aching obedience rather cute.
He decided he was finally going to give him what he wanted, and quit teasing the poor boy. With one last hard, grating nudge of his boot and the wet slide of the pistol leaving Koito’s exhausted mouth, Tsurumi ordered Koito to clean the slick off of his shoe with his sore and dutifully held tongue. If he did a good job, he’d be filled up nicely, perhaps even with Tsurumi’s cock.
God, Tsurumi wanted nothing more than to squeeze himself inside those hot, virgin muscles, and split open that deliciously unused hole with his length that strained against the fundoshi holding him back. But that would have to wait. It was better this way, with Koito still not knowing just what it was the First Lieutenant wanted from him, sobbing, hiccoughing, and shaking slightly with desperation.
He had never seen him so ravaged, and even for Koito that was something. For one, his hair was disheveled where it was normally painstakingly tidied, his eyes looked tired and utterly wrecked with fear and lust, his jaw was slack, lips still parted and drooling like that of a wild animal.
When Koito, obediently having bent down to lick at his own slick that coated Tsurumi’s shoe, humiliated beyond belief but already bearing a sense of dignity so deliciously worn down, finally finished making the First Lieutenant’s boot shine with his spit, Tsurumi took pity on the boy and lifted him with unprecedented strength, turning him around and making him bend over the desk with his plump ass on display. Tsurumi leaned in close to the young man’s ear, his mustache tickling the tender part of his neck as he whispered more sweetness.
“How would you like to be slapped, Otonoshin? Right on that plump, delicious ass of yours.” He teased the boy with a forceful squeeze of one of his toned but rounded buttocks.
“Will you make it red?” Koito whimpered, more pleading to be destroyed rather than saved.
“I’ll make sure I leave a pretty mark, baby boy…” Tsurumi purred. “In a gorgeous crimson shade, since I know it’s your favorite color, perhaps with a bit of blue and purple, too.”
Koito shivered hard at that, wordlessly giving his consent with a small nod as he gripped the edge of the desk and braced himself for Tsurumi’s first blow.
And, after a few painful seconds of waiting for Tsurumi to strike, the sharp, stinging impact of the flat of the Lieutenant’s hand came down, with more force and brutality than he’d expected. Tears welled up in his eyes as he bit down on his lower lip, gripping the table even harder as his cunt tensed and leaked a little in reply. The next blow was just as rough, each one that followed playfully paced out so that he never knew when to expect it.
He began to sob with every slap, certain that his ass was a deep, unrecognizable purple by now, what with how sore and tender it felt, but Tsurumi kept going, attacking the same places over and over again as Koito wept and cried out. He was determined to abuse those thick globes until he was certain the young Lieutenant wouldn’t be able to sit down without feeling a painful stab through his cute little ass. In reality, it was still perfectly intact and glowing a cute shade of scarlet.
This time, the First Lieutenant took pity on him, and instead of going in for another blow, snuck his hand between the boy’s plush thighs and slipped two fingers into his surprisingly loose and dripping cunt. He pumped the digits inside of him, Koito howling and digging his already blunted nails into the wood even harder as Tsurumi stroked his walls and quickly found the young man’s most sensitive spot, massaging it with relentless force as his other hand gripped Koito’s abused asscheek.
Koito’s hole fluttered around the intense intrusion, each hard rub against his g-spot causing the young man to sob even louder than before, his body wracked with shivers as he ground back into the harsh treatment, melting into the touch with a loud whine as he finally came over the precipice, squirting hot liquid into Tsurumi’s hand as the First Lieutenant continued to work inside of him, drawing out his blinding orgasm for as long as possible.
He wanted this to be good for him. He wanted to give him a first time to remember, though he wasn’t sure how much of his climax he would actually be able to recollect, given the way he was blacking out from the intensity of it.
When Koito woke up, he was lying sprawled out under the covers of a soft bed, completely naked, his body coated in sweat as it stuck to the sheets.
“Did you have a good sleep, my sweet prince?” It was Tsurumi’s voice, calling to him from where he had taken a seat beside the bed, a book in one of those strong hands that had once been working deep inside his pulsating cunt, now idly flipping through the thin pages with a whisper of a sound.
Koito wondered how long the First Lieutenant had been watching him.
“How long?” He asked feebly, without enough energy to elaborate.
Tsurumi chuckled pleasantly, so unlike his previously ruthless and demonic self he had shown to Koito, and exclusively Koito. “Two hours.” He replied quietly, before reaching out to stroke the young man’s uncharacteristically tousled locks.
Koito was too tired to neaten his hair, so he simply allowed the older man to touch it, mess it up even further. His heart beat just a little faster at the hot, hazy memory of it all. He felt dizzy, his limbs heavy and unwilling to move. Two hours was a long time for him. But never too much to spare when it came to the First Lieutenant.
“Are you still…?” Koito questioned open-endedly, too bashful to finish the sentence.
Tsurumi smiled at him kindly. “No, dear boy. I took care of it while you were resting.” He didn’t dare ask how, or where, even though it burned him more than anything to think that he hadn’t even gotten to see the First Lieutenant’s cock, let alone have it inside him.
Oh, well. Perhaps that would be for next time. Would he dare to ask if there would be a next time?
As though reading the younger Lieutenant’s mind, Tsurumi’s hand fell to Koito’s knuckles, caressing gently along the callused flesh. “If you do well during this next part of our mission, and bring back a copy of that “escape king” Shiraishi Yoshitake’s tattoo for me, there might be something more /direct/ involved.”
Koito felt butterflies fluttering their paper-thin wings in his stomach. “What kind of thing is that?” He asked innocently.
Tsurumi hummed. “Something involving myself. You want me inside of you, yes?”
Koito’s face flushed as he nodded silently, his eyes once again darting away from the Lieutenant’s intense gaze.
“Well, then.” He got to his feet, now towering over the boy like a great, looming god in all his terrifying glory. “You’d best get to work at earning your pay, Second Lieutenant Koito.”
“Yes, sir!” Koito blushed, uncertain of where to focus his eyes as his heart hammered once again in his chest.
Tsurumi winked at him knowingly before leaving him with a casual order to dress himself and get out. Obediently, Koito did as he was told, but not once did the event of that evening leave his mind as he tried to focus on holding chopsticks in his wavering hand and eating his dinner that tasted like dirt, forcing himself to go to sleep and utterly failing with dark rings around his eyes the next morning.
Over time, however, there was a livelier spring to his step as he trained and pursued the next escaped convict on Tsurumi’s list. He was certain that he was going to catch him because he had to be. Now more than ever, he didn’t want to let the First Lieutenant down.