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works/1894968.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      サムライフラメンコ_|_Samurai_Flamenco
  Relationship:
      Hazama_Masayoshi/Sawada_Haiji
  Character:
      Hazama_Masayoshi, Sawada_Haiji
  Additional Tags:
      Cooking, Underage_Sex, Chocolate, Costumes, slight_domesticated_fluff,
      Rimming, Only_fluff_before_shit_goes_down
  Series:
      Part 2 of Bad_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-07 Words: 4506
****** Chocolate Sunrise ******
by Divine_shot
Summary
     Hazama starts to think about his life and his decisions.
     Side story of Kannon and Pre story of the sequel.
Notes
     Ok this is a side story before the second part to this series. It's
     mostly if not entirely in Hazama's point of view. It helps if you
     read this because then you would understand a few things in the next
     part.
     I don't have a beta still so I apologize in advance orz.
See the end of the work for more notes
"Guys don't normally give other guys chocolates right?"
Hazama thought out loud as he stared at the many rows of confectioner's
chocolate.
The hero wanted to make candy for the first time for Valentine day. He used to
received several in advance (even a lot now by the fans) but never tried to do
anything either on this holiday or White Day (outside of the obligation gifts.)
Clad in a military peacoat along with his hero red scarf, Hazama fidgeted as
the urge to give up rose.
'What am I doing? I shouldn't be conceding-' Hazama cut himself off. He still
had two heads about his 'relationship' with Sawada. The age didn't matter. No
the issue is that his heart (along with his desire) swayed so easily. He cared
about another man at first and to go from that to a guy that tried to ruin his
life made the coupling seem perturbed.
His concept of love ran along with his sense of justice, forming when his
manager described it. Something energetic, pure, uplifting. Dependable.
'So why the hell did you say you loved Haiji then? Why did you strip naked and
claim you want to 'take responsibility?''
'Please just shut up!' Hazama shut his eyes as memories flashed from his first
sexual experience. The sensations, his skin hot and sensitive to touches, lips
and tongue tasting, mixing, along with Sawada's-
Hazama gripped his chest and panted; starting to hyperventilate. 'No, No, No.'
He ended up being half hard from the recall alone to his horror. Tears pooled
at the corner of Hazama's eyes but he stood strong and picked out several bars
of chocolate. 
===============================================================================
 
"I'm not really sure what Haiji-kun likes."
Hazama put a scarf on his head along with an apron as he went to work. He
bought a few cook books in advance; laid out on the kitchen table. Now that he
thought about it he barely knew the teenager in general. Outside of having a
personal interest in Hazama what did Haiji like? Dislike? What was his family
outside of his passive aggressive parents?
'Maybe if I find out more about him I could figure out a method to make Haiji-
kun into a more positive person of society.' The hero frowned at the many bars
of chocolate at his disposal. He decided to try dark since it suited the
teenager's personality. Bitter.
Hazama didn't have a double boiler so he used the microwave instead. He melted
the chocolate in a bowl at one minute intervals, making sure it didn't burn.
'Thank goodness this is easier than I thought.' He thought as he stared at the
rotating turn table. Then the hero stirred the chocolate slowly with a wooden
spoon before putting it in a heart shaped mold. Hazama then placed it in his
ice box before seeking out other ingredients. 
'Sprinkles? No. Toffee? No.' Hazama contemplated on what he could add to it so
it wouldn't just be plain chocolate. A sudden idea formed and he wondered if
Haiji would hate it. Hazama pressed his lips together, ignore how his heart
jumped and his stomach fluttered as he opened his refrigerator again. The
feeling seemed foreign but it wasn't bad.
He pulled out a carton of milk along with the butter. Putting them on the table
Hazama sought out the other material he needed for his topping.
Hazama pulled out a clean bowl from the cabinets, mixing cup, tablespoons, and
a whisk. He made sure to measure the exact amounts for the sugar, vanilla,
milk, butter, and curry powder. Hazama whisked it briskly; using his man power
into combining everything and making it into the right consistency. 
He put the topping into the fridge as well and sighed. 'Done.' Hazama stared at
the whisk and found himself leaning forward and licking the topping off. He
groaned at the mixture of sweet and tangy spices and snapped into focus at the
tone of his voice echoing through his empty apartment.
'Do I really sound like that?' Hazama flushed. It sounded lewd and down right
scandalous. 'No wonder Haiji-kun attacked me.' He shook his head.
Cleaning up the kitchen, Hazama went to his laptop on the kotatsu and booted it
up. He typed in the search bar what he wanted and ordered a few items with a
redden face. Hazama let out a breath he didn't realize he held when the
confirmation code showed up at the end. 
"Now all I have to do is..." Hazama gulped and went to another site; the
details keeping his face flushed as red as his costume until the end.
===============================================================================
 
"A package for Masayoshi Hazama-san?"
Hazama cracked open the door a tad and peered at the delivery man. "That's,
that's me."
The hero had no idea why he felt nervous. The post man didn't know the contains
of the package so it seemed foolish.
The delivery man remained cheerful, not raising an eyebrow at Hazama's
behavior. "Please sign here then." Hazama signed twice on the tablet pad and
even tipped the man a few yen at the end.
The package, huge, caused Hazama's stomach to roll. 'Thank god I haven't ate
breakfast.' He wouldn't eat anything else for a good portion of the day either.
Hazama set it on his living room television near the sofa and prepared himself
before he texted the teenager.
Hazama fidgeted a few hours later as he stood outside of Sawada's home. "Why
would he want me here?!" It would had been easier to go to a hotel or hell even
his own apartment but the teenager's home of all places?
'I've never been over another guy's house besides Goto-san.' Hazama swallowed
and pulled his coat tighter against his chest and tighten his hood. 'It seems
wrong but...' His finger shook as he reached up and rang the doorbell.
'Hello?' Sawada's voice came to life over the intercom.
"It's, It's me."
A pause before a buzzing noise ran out and Hazama went inside past the gate. He
ran up to the front door in a hurry.
Sawada Haiji stood in the open doorway apathetic but the older man could see
the interest and desire in his eyes. He didn't have on much outside of a
hoodied sweatshirt and a pair of brown khaki cargo pants. He nodded and
gestured with his head for Hazama to come inside, who started to freeze.
"My parents are out and won't be coming back for a while. They went on a
vacation to celebrate Valentine's day or another." 
'He makes it sound like they went to the store.' Hazama sat on the doorway and
pulled off his knee high winter boots. 'I used to miss grandpa when he would
take trips without me and leave me in care of other relatives.' He cared deeply
about his grandfather and how he raised him; showing him his future motivation
for his dream.
Hazama kept the coat, tightening up the hood as he walked up to the teenager
who stood further in near the staircase. Sawada peered him up and down, a smirk
rising to his lips. That only made Hazama more nervous and regretful on what he
done.
They went upstairs without a word and Sawada flopped on the bed when they
reached his room. "Well, off with it."
Hazama swallowed, lips pressed together tight. "Wait, I, have something else
first."
The hero stared down at the blue hue carpet digging into his clothed toes as
unease made him stiff. 'I've fought monsters, enemies, and even other dangers
but a teenager my junior makes me quiver.' He finally gathered the courage to
reach into his pocket and pull out two gifts.
"Happy Valentine day." Hazama held them both out and bowed deeply. Cool fingers
pulled them from his grasps and Hazama heard rustling.
Silence lasted a few seconds before Sawada spoke. "Curry flavored chocolates?"
"Y,Yes I found the recipe online along with other things and decided to try it.
The coating taste really good but I wasn't sure if you liked the taste of curry
or if you-"
Hazama rambled on and on, face red. 'Idiot! Idiot! Stop talking!' He couldn't
help himself, feeling lightheaded and queasy. It helped ease the dread in his
stomach and everything he done up towards this point. 'Is this how people feel
in relationships?' No wonder he never desired one.
"You bought me an Iphone." Sawada's voice held a tone of mirth. Hazama peered
up through his hazel bangs to see the teenager gazing at it in one hand, the
other munching on candy from the heart shaped box. "Why?" The statement was a
question not a request.
"I, I wanted you to have the same brand I had since yours is an older model and
I assumed that you couldn't get a better one after jail not that I'm calling
you poor or anything but-"
Sawada chuckled. "Take off your coat."
Hazama shut up and froze again. 'I forgot about this.' He started to tremble
again but at the teenager's commanding look he pulled back his hoodie and
started to peel back his peacoat.
The teenager's eyes widen and he dropped the phone on the bed. It made Hazama
feel even more self conscious. 
He wore a bright red Playboy bunny outfit. The top strained against his
muscular chest and the bottoms felt tight around his package. Fishnet stockings
adorned his legs and thighs. A white collar along with white ears sat on top of
his head made of felt.
Hazama shut his eyes and bit his bottom lip. 'It's too late to go back now
isn't it?' He had no idea why he thought about doing this. 'Idiot I should had
just gave him the phone and the chocolates.'
"You wore this for me?"
Hazama couldn't decipher Sawada's voice. "Y,Yes." He admitted.
Cold fingers touched his thighs and Hazama jolted, dropping the coat on the
floor. He never heard Sawada move, the teenager tracing patterns on his legs.
"You even shaved your legs."
"Yes." That itself took several tries and a few painful nicks to finish. He
will never underestimate women's resilience ever again.
Sawada continued to stroke his fingers upward, near the hem edge of the v cut
outfit but not close enough towards his covered member. "What else did you do?"
Hazama closed his eyes and refused to embarrass himself further.
Sawada's hands parted from his legs but went to his collared wrist and guided
him towards his bed. Hazama fell on it with an 'oof.'
The covers smelt nice and the comforter was sinfully soft. 'I could sleep on
this.' The idea made the hero come back to reality. 'Why am I thinking about
such things?' He couldn't even deny that he wanted to come back to Sawada's
room in the future. Hazama tried to sit up but a shift on the bed along with
the teenager's fingers held him down face first with his hips in the air.
Nothing happened at first but then a subtle but cool touch went across his
backside. Hazama gasped but it turned into a grumble when the teen pulled back
the material covering his anal entrance.
"You even shaved here too."
Hazama mumbled into the comforter and fist his hands under him.
"You're embarrassed. You never done this before but you wanted to please me." A
purr rang from Sawada's lips. "How quaint."
'Shut up!' Hazama didn't needed to be reminded. He just wanted this to be over
with so he could die of shame in a corner. 'God just-AH!'
Something hot and wet pushed against his ass. "Did you clean here too?"
Hazama pressed his lips together until the sound of ripping vibrated through
the room. "Wait! I paid-"
"I'll buy some more but they are in the way." Sawada's voice sounded impatient
and more of his age than the villain he portrayed. "I asked a question Masa-
chin~"
Hazama trembled and shook his head until he felt fingers near his exposed
asshole. Sawada made a hole large enough so that he could get access. His
tongue pushed inside once more exploring.
"AHHHHHH!" It felt strange and the hero ended up babbling his confession. "Yes
I did! I remember when you complained about the mess the first time so I looked
online and found some liquid to clean my insides and ohhhhh-"
The tongue, wet and hot, wormed away around his walls along with a finger. It
couldn't compare to the teenager's cock but Hazama couldn't describe the
sensations. He would be humiliated about it later but right now it felt strange
but good.
"You expected me to fuck you Masa-chin." Sawada pulled out and whispered near
the man's ass. "So selfish. You're suppose to give me service on this day, not
me."
Hazama couldn't argue back, his mind blank. He hissed when the teenager bit his
right cheek for being defiant and pushed his tongue back inside.
Hazama panted, tongue out and drooling on the comforter. His body felt hot and
squirmy, the tongue inside of his ass making his skin break out in goosebumps.
His member pressed against the red material and twitched feebly against it,
starting to drip.
A dim part of the hero realized that he could get off on this. The tongue
didn't hurt but the sensations were enough to bring him close to the edge. All
he would have to do is rock his hips and touch himself to reach the pinnacle he
wanted.
Hazama tried not to moan in disappointment when Sawada parted. Rustling, most
likely the teen pulling off his clothing, along with a top popping and cool
fingers pushed inside of his ass, stretching his rectum. Two, the three fingers
wiggled inside, causing the hazel haired man to grit his teeth.
Hazama laid there, not having much energy to gather purchase, as his brain
remained a pile of goo from the early oral assault. A sharp pain along with
being filled made his eyes wide and his body to tighten up.
"Relax." Sawada hissed out, voice octaves lower. "You're always so fucking
tight. It must be your hero persona." The teenager pushed in further, only
halfway. Hazama willed his body to relax as it drew in all of Sawada's cock
into his depths.
When he could feel Sawada's balls against his backside did Hazama release the
breath he held. He trembled and shook, not used to anal sex. It was always so
intense, mind-breaking powerful and left him adrift.
'No wonder villains use it for manipulation.' Hazama's heels dug into the
sheets as his trapped member dripped pre-cum freely now, soiling the outfit. He
wanted to come so badly, he wanted to be fucked, he wanted to be cared for and
saved for once instead of doing the saving. He wasn't sure what he wanted
anymore.
"Mmmm." Sawada hummed and rocked into him. "Ah." He made a noise and the member
inside of the hero grew. The teenager's hands went towards his hips and tugged.
Hazama watched his world shift. Sawada, still inside of him, pulled him towards
him so they were chest to back. The youth's member pressed against him taunt
and tight and Hazama felt exposed. 'Ow it hurts a bit.'
A snap of Sawada's hips caused whatever complaint to rush out of him in a gush
of air. "Sit up and move Masayoshi. Jump up and down like a bunny." A command
whispered near his ear and Hazama sat up fully on his lap; awkwardly bouncing
his hips up and down.
The hero rested his fingers on Sawada's thighs, head bowed, bunny ears moving.
'Its so surreal.' Him, having sex with someone he fought. A groaned pushed past
his lips as Sawada matched his pace, pushing into a pleasurable spot of nerves.
"Ha, Ha." Hazama panted out, his ass slapping against the teen's pelvis and
making his bunny tail shake. He never had control like this before and it sent
a thrill through his sweaty body.
"No." Sawada's voice, breathless, barely reached the hero's hearing. Lost into
the sensation of sex. It wasn't until the teenager pushed him up by the
buttocks and out with a lewd pop.
"Huh?" Hazama opened his eyes half way, glossed over, as he felt himself being
re-positioned. He moved with the motion, going around one hundred and eighty
degrees. His ass hovered above Sawada's pulsing erection.
The teenager let go and gravity went to work as Sawada's cock entered back
inside him. The force along with the angle caused Hazama to squeak out in
guttural sounding moans.
"Gurgh." Hazama opened and closed his mouth. Eyes wide with tears, back arched,
and fingers tearing into the comforter. Sawada hit his prostate dead on,
causing him to spurt out and stain his already messy spandex covered crotch.
His inner anal walls spasm and twitched along with his dripping coming cock.
His whole body shook and shivered through the powerful orgasm in shock.
"You came already? Tsk." Sawada's words barely registered in his over
stimulated brain. He only moaned weakly as the teenager grasped his hips once
more and started to thrust into him wildly, not giving him a moment to recover.
Hazama groaned, his body working on its own. He tried to work with the teenager
but his movements came out erratic and uncoordinated. He bowed his head and
panted; sweat and drool dripping on the teen's chest. His ass bounced up and
down on the man's hips, smacking and squelching noises ringing out through the
room. His nipples were painfully erection and if it wasn't for his toes and
fingers digging into the bed for purchase he would had stroked him through the
outfit.
What happened to him? How did he get this...lewd? "Mghf."
"You can't even talk right now can you? It feels that good doesn't it." 
Sawada moved one of his hands on Hazama's behind, playing with the tail. "I
wish I could touch you more and leave a lasting mark but we have time for that
after."
"After...?" Hazama responded in a hazy breath. "Mmmm." He pressed his lips
together as his slightly flagging erection started to build up once more.
"Yes after. I'm going to fuck you in the shower." Hazama groaned at the words
along with the harsh pressure against his prostate. "I, ugh."
The teenager gasped and Hazama could almost taste the seeping liquid flowing
into his body, dyeing his insides and leaving a mark. Filling him so much that
some of it leaked out.
===============================================================================
 
Hazama couldn't recall much after that.
A blurry recollection of stripping the rest of his ruined outfit off and
falling asleep on Sawada's now dirty bed. When he woke again he realized that
he was under the comforter on his stomach naked. A digital book shaped clock
stared right back at him, the only source of light in the room.
The teenager's presence alluded him so he assumed he was alone for now.
'I slept for three hours?' Hazama arrived right after Sawada went out of school
and it now showed well into the evening. He yawned and thought about laying
there a while longer until the sensation of pain along with dried come made him
wince.
"Sex is so messy." Hazama mumbled out loud. He assumed it would be nice like
love with the connection of bodies not primal, rough, and somewhat disgusting. 
Hazama blushed and reached one hand around and near his entrance. 'I do feel a
loss afterwards but-' The sensation of them not being joined made the hero's
heart ache. 
A noise alerted the hazel haired man and he rose his head slightly. Sawada came
in, his footsteps not making any noise. He turned on the lamp, making the hero
grunt at the invasion of light.
"You feel hungry?" Sawada spoke, handing him a glass of water. Hazama drunk it
in big gulps, more thirsty than he thought. It settled on his stomach somewhat
but it rumbled a few seconds later.
"I, guess so." Hazama gave the teen back the glass. "Thanks."
They both settled to themselves. Sawada sat down next to him but said nothing;
instead glancing at his wall more so than his lover in his bed.
"I, I'm not sure about this relationship but I'm tired." At this Sawada turned
back around sharply towards the hero. "I'm tired of the fact that I save people
but nobody can help me much when I really need it. I like being the leader but
sometimes I want to just relax."
He remember the time that nobody but his own master believed him when Sawada
terrorized them and now afterward they considered it an illusion. It made the
hero feel lost and alone. Even Goto, the person that helped him since the
beginning didn't. That hurt a lot and it wasn't something he could get over
even after all this time and apologizes. In fact he still felt alone up until
now.
Fingers slowly but hesitantly reached out and petted the hero on the head.
"Don't worry. I'll be your major villain. I won't let anyone else monopolize
your time but me." Hazama frowned at the teen's words but relaxed more when
Sawada started to stroke his hair. "I want you to depend on me. To lean on me.
To drink up my praise of you."
"Praise?" Hazama pouted. "Blowing up my apartment and trying to poison me isn't
praise."
Sawada closed his eyes and smiled. "How else would I get your attention? You
wouldn't bother with a kid like myself normally, unless it was to save me." He
rested his hand. "And it wasn't a bad poison it was a drug like before. And
before you ask I didn't poison the water either."
"Mmmm." Hazama laid his head near Sawada's leg. 
"You have friends but I'm the only person who seen your worse sides, your
exposed sides, your-" Sawada cut himself off. He let out a sigh slowly. "I
matter more than them. I should matter more than them."
Hazama raised his head confused. "What are you saying?"
"I want you to marry me."
The hero blinked slowly, digesting those words. Sawada pressed his lips
together before turning his head away. His ears were red. "If you want to 'save
me' you can still try. You can be a hero while I'm a villain. You can still do
your duty without having to worry because I'll be your focal point. I won't
target your friends if you agree to this."
Hazama opened then closed his mouth. Isn't that the reason why things kept
happening on Earth? Why his life was full of events? The universe itself made
things happened because he wished for it to happen. He loved the thrill, the
adventure if he choose it or not subconsciously. In many ways Hazama felt
selfish.
'I don't consider the people here or the greater good.' No because he kept
wanting danger so he could 'save' someone or something bad things kept
happening on massive scales. King Torture. The Beyond. Aliens. Sawada.
Everything was partial due to his own doing.
"How did you get your powers anyway?" Hazama replied instead of answering the
teen's question.
Sawada didn't reply; continuing to stare at the wall. Hazama sighed and wet his
lips, changing topics once more. He couldn't answer Sawada's proposal now but
he knew that it wouldn't take long anyway. He already started to agree to such
an idea in his head anyway.
"I thought you said you would-" He almost choked on the next part. "-You would
f,f,fuck me in the shower?"
Sawada turned back around, eyes unreadable. "Of all things. Masayoshi
you're incorrigible." He ran his hand through Hazama's hair and gripped,
pulling his head up. "You only came once right? Let's change that."
===============================================================================
 
Hazama wiggled his bare toes into the soft material of the sofa.
His ass ached and he had hickies on various parts of his body (including the
one inside of his thigh near his privates,) from his 'experience' in the shower
but otherwise felt content. The storm of his mind remained quiet after the talk
he had with the teenager.
Hazama sat on a pillow to rest his bottom, clad in Sawada's clothing. The
pullover fit snugly, a bit tight, but it smelt like the youth. 'Bitter
chocolate, softener, tingly herb like smells.' Hazama tried to describe it to
himself but had a hard time coming up with adjectives.
His legs were covered with loose sweatpants that didn't chafe against his
backside. Hazama sat there curled up with his knees drawn up as he watched
Sentai cartoons on the larger than life flat screen television.
The house itself now that Hazama got a good look at it seemed western and
expensive. It had modern Japanese items such as a rice cooker and special
bathrooms but otherwise the whole structure wasn't what he was used to. It
seemed bland and two dimensional with no pictures on the walls outside of
random portraits of art. In fact it showed no personal touches at all, almost
suffocating with its ambiance. 
Hazama started to understand why the teenager hated being here.
Sawada told him that he would order food and then vanished a while ago; telling
him to make himself home. The teenager's personality seemed cordial which
disturbed Hazama.
'I must be on my toes, I must-' A breath near his ear made the hairs on
Hazama's skin stand on end.
"Boo."
He jumped up in the air slightly. A chuckle along with a snort and Sawada
hopped over the sofa and flopped down next to the hero.
"This house is better with you here." The gray haired teenager smirked, still
laughing, as he held his new Iphone near his mouth. "I bought two meat lover's
pizza, two cans of Sapporo, and some garlic marble balls. Is that enough?"
Hazama flushed. Sawada almost seemed like a normal teenager with his bright
smile and relaxed features. He knew the teenager had a mature sadistic and
downright possessive side but this proved that the teen could lead an active
and normal life. 'I should stick with him if it means he won't go out of
balance.' The hero frowned and realized something in the boy's statement. "You
shouldn't be drinking."
Sawada shrugged and closed his eyes. "Its Super Clear."
"Still-!"
Sawada opened his eyes and smirked. He leaned in so close that Hazama could
smell his minty breath. "Are you going to stop me Hero-san?"
"I might." Hazama responded with a stern voice but the inside of his head was
flustered. 
Sawada closed the gap and kissed him, a bit awkwardly. Still Hazama thrilled
into the pressing of their lips. Outside of Sawada sucking in his bottom lip
and nibbling it slowly with his teeth it had been a brief kiss.
Hazama recalled what Sawada did hours ago and panicked. The teenager only
chuckled and stuck out his tongue.
"I brushed my teeth already. Are you really that scared of tasting your own
ass-"
"Idiot!"
 
End Notes
     Super clear is a type of Sapporo beer that's alcohol free but still
     has malt in Japan.
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