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Ippei shot up in bed, panting as he regained his senses. He had just woken up from another nightmare.
“Ippei?”
He winced at the sound of his name. He woke up Chishiya.
“Did I wake you? I'm sorry,” he murmured. Chishiya rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed.
“Yeah, but it’s alright. Is something the matter? you seem distressed.”
“Another nightmare, that’s all,” Ippei sighed.
Ippei kept getting nightmares ever since clearing the Jack of Hearts game. If it wasn't for Chishiya, he wouldn't have cleared it at all. He nearly gave up during it. The guilt ate away at him. All those innocent people died and killed each other—and for what? For him to be alive?
Chishiya put a hand on Ippei’s shoulder. “It's okay. It wasn't real. Was it about the game again?”
Ippei nodded
After clearing the game, Chishiya initially planned on venturing around, potentially finding anything that could be of use. Ippei, however, was under the impression that the pair would stick together. Although out of character for him, Chishiya allowed Ippei to come with. Somewhat because he didn’t have the heart to do otherwise, and somewhat because Ippei could be a good asset to him and his plans. Either way, it was unavoidable to leave him behind. He followed the blond around like a lost puppy, and Chishiya found the dark haired boy to remind him of one, coincidentally. The two had found a decent looking house left unlocked, which is where they had been staying.
“Ippei, are you sure you’re alright? You look pretty shaken up. Worse than the other times,” Chishiya said. He seemed genuinely worried.
The two looked at each other for a while, until Ippei began to mutter something, which came out inaudibly. His lip began to quiver, and he suddenly threw his arms around the base of Chishiya’s neck, surprising him.
“I don’t get it, why are you so nice to me? You weren’t like this at all during the game. I don’t deserve your kindness. 16 whole people died in order for me to survive. I’m a horrible person. Why do you treat me so well? I deserve to rot.”
His words came out fast and blubbery, his voice being broken by cracks and hitches in his throat, eyes welling up with tears. But, the blond was still able to understand his words. By then, he had reciprocated the hug.
The pair stayed like that for a while before Chishiya eventually detached himself, repositioning a hand to rest on the bed and the other onto ippei’s thigh, evoking a slight wince from him.
“I left the smartest man I have ever met for scrap and he almost died because of me. I've used my best friend time after time again to get what I want and made no effort to find her after getting separated.” Chishiya began caressing Ippei’s thigh. “I have helped no one. I've manipulated everyone.”
Ippei paused. “Oh. Wow. What's your point?”
“Ippei. What do you think my point is?
Ippei shot him a confused look and his face scrunched up in thought. Chishiya hated spelling things out for others, but what choice did he have? At least whenever he has to, it guarantees him to be the smartest in the room.
In avoidance of wanting to explain his emotions to Ippei, he opted for the more self-explanatory option. He leaned in, their faces only an inch apart, and placed his lips on Ippei’s.
Ippei’s eyes shot open in surprise, but he calmed himself down quickly. His eyes fluttered closed as he reciprocated the kiss.
Chishiya soon backed away and slightly licked his lips. He admired Ippei’s reddened face.
“Get it now?” He asked with a slight chuckle. Ippei nodded before lifting his hand to touch the skin on his own lips that had just been intruded.
“...Chishiya, I- … I don’t know what to say.”
The two simply stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, but really was only a few minutes. Suddenly, Ippei wrapped his arms around the blond again, the same way he did just a bit earlier.
Chishiya embraced the other and guided his hand through his dark hair, messing it up a bit.
They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence. Somewhere along that time Chishiya had moved his head to rest on Ippei’s shoulder. He didn’t mind at all.
Chishiya began inspecting the area where his head lay. Ippei’s skin looked soft and smelled nice. Chishiya just wanted to—
“Ow-! Chishiya, what-? …”
The blond had bitten the dark haired boy’s neck. It was gentle but sudden, surprising Ippei. Chishiya planted a light kiss on the area before pulling his head away.
They looked at each other. Ippei was blushing again.
“You’re red,” Chishiya stated. Ippei didn’t know how to respond, so he just nodded awkwardly. Chishiya found this quite adorable, but no matter how bold he was being, he would not admit to such a thing.
He shrugged, replacing his face back in the comfortable crook between Ippei’s shoulder and head. He bit it again, then kissed it. This time, a noise slipped out from ippei’s lips. Although unable to describe it, he was certain it was of pleasure. It was clear that Ippei had never done anything like this before, and Chishiya found silent amusement in this fact. He smiled into the other’s skin.
“You like this, don’t you?” Chishiya whispered, his breath heavy on Ippei’s neck. He shuddered, goosebumps forming on his skin and a shiver being sent down his spine.
Ippei had never before received this kind of attention. He was always a mama’s boy, and she was possessive of him. She didn’t want to let her son grow up to be on his own, and he had no idea how to assert his independence. Chishiya, on the other hand, was constantly with someone. It was almost always a one night stand, and he was okay with that. He liked it better that way. It's not like he ever felt anything toward any of those people anyway. He had meaningless sex so frequently as an attempt to fill the void that his parents had dug deep inside of him since childhood. But, this was different. Ippei was different. He wasn’t particularly Chishiya’s type, and his desire for him wasn’t fueled by lust or physical attraction. He simply wanted to be close to Ippei.
Ippei tried to mutter a ‘yes’, but it came out more as a whimper. Chishiya smirked. He lifted his head off of Ippei’s shoulder, sitting up to face him again. He moved a hand to grab on to a strap of Ippei’s overalls with a gentle tug.
“May I?”
A nod in response. No matter—that was all Chishiya needed to undo the straps, sliding the article of clothing down to his waist. He’d remove it all the way when needed. For now, he grabbed at the bottom of Ippei’s yellow striped shirt, giving him a look that asked for permission. The look was reciprocated by one that granted it, and Chishiya pulled off the shirt, tossing it somewhere to be dealt with later.
Ippei was left bare. Not completely, but he surely felt like it. He was left squirming in Chishiya’s gaze. It was so firm and serious, yet seemed warm somehow. A hand intruded his uncovered chest, sending another shiver through his body. But this time, rather than going down his spine, it went straight to his … ah. How long had he been hard for? He hadn’t even noticed. It was only a matter of time before Chishiya would notice, too. He crossed his legs.
Chishiya’s hand wandered along Ippei’s chest teasingly before he leaned in for another kiss. Ippei messed up Chishiya’s hair in the process. As his hand skimmed over Ippei’s chest, he gently rubbed one of his nipples, eliciting a gasp. Chsihiya used this gasp as his chance to slip his tongue into the other’s mouth. Ippei whined, muffled into Chishiyas mouth, gripping his hair a bit harder.
They kissed until they ran out of breath, Ippei reluctantly pushing himself off of Chishiya. He panted. Suddenly, Chishiya stood up and walked over to the bedside table and opened the drawer inside. He began rummaging through the contents of the compartment.
“What are you doing?” Ippei wondered. The blond gave no response.
He searched through the drawer, moving things around. Hairbrush. Coins. Lotion—close. Empty packet of gum. Notebook. Empty prescription pill bottle. Ah, there. A half empty bottle of lube and three condoms. He grabbed the bottle and one of the condoms and showed it to Ippei. His face flushed again. His head was spinning with a mix of emotions. He had never done anything like this before, and Chishiya was able to deduct this many minutes ago. He cleared his throat.
“Hm, Ippei. How do you want to go about this?”
No reply. Chishiya noticed his crossed legs, and Ippei felt his eyes. His face grew redder.
Chishiya thought for a second, and then began unzipping his hoodie. ‘It’s only fair’, he thought to himself. Once unzipped, he pulled off his shirt.
Soon enough, both of them were left topless, and Ippei’s eyes were locked on to the newly exposed skin. Chishiya noticed and smirked to himself. He went back over to Ippei on the bed and placed his hands on his waist, grabbing the denim again. A silent request to pull them down, permitted by a hesitant nod and a lift of his hips to help in the process.
The dark haired boy was left in nothing but his boxers, already soaked in precum. He felt completely exposed, far more than before, no matter if he wasn’t. Chishiya sat back down on the bed next to Ippei and locked eyes with him before gently placing his hand on the bulge and palming it. Ippei whimpered. He continued to do this until Ippei’s whimpers turned into actual moans. He quickly removed his hand.
“Huh? … why’d you stop?” He muttered, breathlessly.
“I can’t let you cum from just that alone, can I? We have to do something more interesting. More fun. That’s what you want, right?”
Ippei had no idea what to expect from sex. He barely had any knowledge on the subject, let alone ever coming close to having it. His mom shielded him from it, opting him out of sex ed in middle school, and pretending it didn’t even exist to begin with. He was going into this blindly, so why not trust Chishiya blindly as well? So, he nodded.
“Yeah, that’s what I want, I think,” he said, hesitantly. Chishiya nodded in return. He leaned down and held onto the waistband of the boxers before gently slipping it off Ippei’s waist, freeing his member from the cage of cloth. Chishiya reached over for the bottle of lube.
“You can turn over whenever you’re ready. I’m going to prepare you.” He stated, opening the bottle.
“Mhm,” Ippei replied. Slowly, he repositioned himself on the bed, granting Chishiya access to his ass.
“Good, Ippei. Good job.” Chishiya began spreading the lube around his fingers. “Tell me when you’re ready. This will hurt a bit.”
Ippei took a deep breath in and out before telling Chishiya to go ahead. If not now, then when?
Chishiya put his finger to Ippei’s rim, watching him wince at the unfamiliar touch. He then inserted the finger. Slowly, in order to be sure Ippei is okay. Ippei, however, was quickly turned into a whining mess. He was breathing heavily, and eventually started biting his own finger to stop the sounds.
Soon enough, Chishiya had stuck his whole finger inside.
“How are you doing, Ippei?” Chishiya asked.
He blubbed out some things in response that Chishiya did not really understand, but was eventually able to make out an, “I’m okay,” from the mess of sounds.
Chishiya began to slip in the second finger. He went slow, but faster than last time. Ippei whimpered. It hurt him, it hurt alot. But he knew he wanted this, and he knew that this would be the easiest part. The least of the pain.
Before he knew it, both fingers were comfortably inside of him. Chishiya began rubbing circles into Ippei’s thigh with his other hand as a way to make him feel more comfortable. Ippei whined again as Chishiya slowly spread his fingers apart inside in a scissoring motion. He continued with this for a while until he thought Ippei would be ready for a third finger. He paused before asking, answered by a whine and a nod. Chishiya gingerly inserted the third finger. It was a bit uncomfortable for his hand—and Ippei’s ass, of course. But he continued.
He kept moving around inside, searching for the prostate. It was more difficult than he would’ve expected, but he didn't stop trying. Ippei, however, was feeling an indescribable combination of feelings. It hurt—bad. He wanted it to stop, but simultaneously wanted more. What was this? He felt nothing like how he did when he masturbated. But, he had never tried penetration. In fact, he didn't even know it was something people did for a long while.
Chishiya was becoming bored with the lack of results from his search. Nevertheless, he kept searching. And his search was rewarded with a relatively loud moan from the dark haired boy; one that caused him to cover his mouth. There, he had hit it.
Chishiya pumped in and out with his fingers, hitting his prostate each time. Ippei let out a muffled moan with each hit. His hand started to cramp up, so he stopped after a few pumps and pulled out his fingers.
“Ippei, I think you’re ready. Do you feel ready?”
Ippei looked at Chishiya. He was pink, eyebrows furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead, eyes watering and fluttering. He couldn't help but smirk at the mess he had made out of the other boy by just that much stimulation alone.
“Yes, I'm ready.”
Chishiya smiled. Not smirked, smiled. He then took off his pants and boxers, tossing them aside. He looked at Ippei, who had looked away by then. He grabbed the bottle of lube again and slipped on the condom he grabbed previously. He then spread a generous amount of the liquid on his covered cock and he spread a bit more over his index and middle fingers and rubbed it onto the opening of Ippei’s ass. He put his tip up against his rim and watched as Ippei’s body shuttered. He paused before slowly inserting his dick, groaning as he did so. Ippei let out a moan so loud his hand barely did anything to muffle the sound. His other hand gripped deep into the bed sheets as if he was holding on for his life. His eyes filled with more tears. Chishiya started to push the rest in, and it felt like it kept going on forever. Eventually, his hips hit against Ippei’s skin, and the dark haired boy felt completely and utterly full. It burned, worse than anything he had ever felt. But, no matter how many tears streamed from his eyes, he didn't want it to stop. His walls clamped around Chishiya’s cock.
Chishiya groaned again as he started to pull out before thrusting back in.
“Ippei, you take me so well,” he managed.
A couple more thrusts until Chishiya inevitably found his prostate again. Ippei’s nails dug even deeper into the bedding. He wanted to worry about ripping it, but he couldn't. In fact, he couldn't think of anything. His mind was completely blank, solely focused on the pleasure he was receiving. Each time he was penetrated by Chishiya, it began to hurt less and less. Ippei felt an indescribable pleasure accompanied by a burning sensation. He wanted to last longer, he really did. But as the pleasure rose to its peak, his walls clenched around the blond, and his vision went white. He came onto the bed sheets, Chishiya riding out his orgasm. A couple more thrusts until he eventually came, too.
Ippei felt as if he had been completely emptied and cleaned out as Chishiya pulled himself out. Chishiya pulled off the condom, typing it and throwing it in a bucket which they had been using as trash, then rubbed his hand against the bed. He pulled his pants back up and walked over to where he’d tossed his shirt and jacket. Ippei, however, was still left on the bed. He was collapsed face down, sweaty mess, tears drying on his face, panting. He could barely feel his legs and he was exhausted. He couldn't be bothered to put his clothes back on.
He looked up. “Chishiya, you better protect me from the King of Spades tomorrow. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk because of you.”
“We’ll see,” Chishiya replied.
Ippei, through much effort, was able to get himself under the covers. Chishiya climbed in to join him. He was on his side, facing the wall, until he felt an arm wrap around him. He allowed Ippei to pull him closer, and he ended up spooning Chishiya. He had never done anything like that. He rarely even allowed anyone to even do as much as touch him. Despite that, he allowed the dark haired boy to do this. In fact, it felt quite nice to him.
He wanted to say something to Ippei. Something nice, something unlike him. He looked over his shoulder, but Ippei was fast asleep, arm tightly wrapped around him. No matter—he probably just would have regretted anything he would’ve said anyway. He turned himself back to his previous position and allowed himself to fall asleep in Ippei’s warmth. It was almost like falling asleep cuddling close to a puppy.
Chishiya, who had never wanted to be close to anyone, had found someone. Someone to be close to. And the two just slept like that. Close. Forgetting they were in Borderland. All that mattered in that moment was each other, and they just slept.