Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/7303258.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Dangan_Ronpa, Dangan_Ronpa_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Ishimaru_Kiyotaka/Oowada_Mondo
  Character:
      Ishimaru_Kiyotaka, Oowada_Mondo, Monokuma_|_Monobear
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff, Smut, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Glasses, Making_Out,
      Blowjobs, Masturbation, Anal_Fingering, brief_mentions_of_Togami_and
      Naegi, Monokuma_being_a_cock_block
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-26 Completed: 2016-06-28 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 30603
****** Glasses ******
by pansexualmonobear
Summary
     In which Taka forces Mondo to get glasses.
Notes
     This was supposed to be some innocent fluff but my mind got carried
     away. Part 1 is Teen/Mature and Part 2 is Explicit. Also this is my
     first fan fic for Dangan Ronpa so it is not going to be that great.
     The chapters are pretty long I guess.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Taka smiled sharply, nimble fingers fishing into his pants pocket to pull out a
simple grey glasses case he knew Mondo purposely left behind. He flipped the
case around in his palm a few times before taking a few long strides across the
carpeted room to Mondo's bedside table to discard the case, cleaning pads, and
Mondo's room key. He found himself a bit surprised to find that the drawer of
the bedside table was nearly empty aside for a broken comb, considering the
surface of the table was the aftermath of a tornado concocted with loose
change, wrappers, empty bottles, weights, and a variety of other bits and bobs.
He found himself almost uncomfortably aware of Mondo's heavy gaze on his back.

"You're extremely disorganized Mondo," Taka announced as coherent as possible,
"It is much more productive living in a neat space. We're going to have to
clean this room." He turned on his heel, arms crossed tightly against his
chest, the bottom of his boot making a distasteful noise as it ground against
the carpet.

He instantly found himself in a giddy chuckle as he looked upon Mondo's face
and the new item that sat upon the bridge of his nose. He could feel clouds of
heat sweep across his cheeks and neck as his teeth wrapped sharply around his
bottom lip to prevent his goofy smile.

Mondo heaved a heavy sigh, agitation evident in his furrowed brow, as he
slumped his body against the wall. His hip and shoulder rested against the wall
and his legs crossed as he stood facing Taka. "I don't think that's gonna
happen, Taka." His eyes darted from the wall to Taka, one hand revealing itself
from his crossed arms to point violently to the glasses on his face. "Besides
isn't this enough?"

"Mondo," Taka took a few gentle steps forward, stopping in front of Mondo to
lean his body against the wall as well, one hand reaching out to brush Mondo's
fingertips. "You really shouldn't be so angry, they are meant to help you."

Mondo rolled his eyes, a glorious blur of purple evident in the lens of his
glasses as he did so. "Who knew help could be so goddamn ugly."

Taka grunted and threw a sharp glance at Mondo, disapproving of his burst of
mild language. He couldn't deny Mondo's honesty however, the glasses were ugly.
The ridiculously thick frames were a nearly unbearable shade of orange, pointed
at a awkward angle for the oval shape of lenses. In the corners of each angle
were three pink jewels, making the dark orange appear even more crude
underneath them. The crease of the bifocals left a agitating shadow beneath
Mondo's eyes and sat too tight against his head.

Yet despite their ugliness, Taka believed Mondo wore them pretty well, as well
as anybody could wear them anyway. He admired how the angle brought out the
shape of Mondo's intense eyes, how the orange enhanced the deep tan of his
skin, how the shadows of the frames played teasingly across Mondo's stern
cheekbone when he turned his head toward the light. He realized, however, that
he would believe this to be true no matter the status of the glasses. He would
always think Mondo's beauty could yield itself against any obstacle that
threatened to harm it.

"Well, I think," Taka squeezed his fingers around Mondo's, appreciating the
harsh feel of the other's calloused palm against his own. He presumed this to
be because of how Mondo gripped the handlebars of his motorcycle."You look
absolutely gorgeous in them. You could be in an ad."

A faint smile unveiled itself at the corner of Mondo's mouth, before falling
off the corner completely. "You're such a liar, Taka. I look like a grandma or
like a fuckin' librarian. I look like a effin' grandma librarian." He made an
act of slumping his head against the wall, earning a mild 'thump'.

Taka squeezed his hand harder, observing how his knuckles faded to a ghostly
white, still cringing at Mondo's vocabulary choice. "You are one extremely
attractive grandma librarian."

Mondo had been glaring at their intertwined fingers, how the hands collided. He
hated it. He hated how his hand seemed so rough and so ugly. He hated how the
veins in his hands stuck intensely out, causing an array of shadows to surface
against his hand. He hated how prominent the joints in his fingers were and how
the creases in them formed what seemed like large rocky canyons. He hated how
small white scars weaved itself on the top of his hand and knuckles, evidence
of one too many fights in bars that wreaked of sweat and vomit. His insides
caught fire at the thought of this being nearly sinful, how nothing so ugly
should even dare as touch something as perfect as Taka's fair, un-flawed hand
in case of the risk of the ugliness contaminating him.

His eyes flickered up to Taka, his red eyes observing him but seemingly
deciding on commenting on Mondo's sudden change of emotion. Mondo cleared his
throat, straightening his shoulder pressed uncomfortably against the wall. "I'm
glad you think so 'cause it's all yer fault. I could read that fine."

Taka pulled his hand back from Mondo's faint grasp, once again heaving his arms
across his chest. Mondo would never admit how that action relieved him, taking
away the guilt of him believing he was harming something with his ugliness.
"Mondo, you know you couldn't read that."

Earlier that afternoon they had been sitting opposite each other in the
cafeteria, Mondo's feet already found their way on top of the large table's
surface. Taka had grunted at that but said nothing, instead focusing his sudden
annoyance in clunking the metal spoon against the sides of his tea cup as he
stirred in the sugar. Mondo's hands nestled behind his neck, eyes barely open
as his head turned toward the ceiling, observing the small details engraved
into it.

"Hey Mondo," Taka had muttered lowly, fingers still loosely grasping the handle
of the spoon. "You should check to see if there are any new rules."

Mondo had grunted, adding the illusion that Taka had actually interrupted his
observation of the ceiling. "Why can't you do it?" He removed a hand from his
neck and stroked it through his pompadour, deeming a pointless act considering
the curls wouldn't allow his hand to move very far.

"Because Mondo," Taka grumbled, finally setting the spoon gently on the silky
napkin folded beside the tea cup. "I'm drinking tea. It would be completely
irresponsible of me to use my student handbook right now. What if I spill it?"

"So yah condone the risk of yah spilling that tea all over my student handbook?
A little harsh don't ya think, Taka?" Mondo teased, already reaching into the
large pocket of his black coat to retrieve the handbook. He pretended not to
notice Taka's annoyed sigh as he flicked the handbook's screen to a vibrant
blue.

He un-knowingly moved the screen closer to his face, violet eyes squinting as
he flipped to the rules section. The letters still had a trail of blurriness
dancing around them but it was weak enough for him to make out the letters.
"Nope, Taka. Nothing new."

Taka didn't comment back, but instead allowed a smile to spread across his
face. Mondo's eyes still pushed into the blue light cast by the screen, the
blue and purple mixing to a almost unheard of miraculous blend.

"You can't see well, can you?" Taka inquired, tipping the tea cup into his
mouth to relish in the sweet burn of the tea.

"'Course I can see, what kinda shit are yah goin' on 'bout? A biker must have
twenty twenty vision." Mondo removed the handbook from the proximity of his
still adjusting eyes, before disclosing it back into his coat pocket. He turned
his head back to Taka's, whose playful smirk had somehow twisted itself into a
straight line. Taka's eyebrows furrowed slightly, crimson eyes a shade darker
than before. He contorted his face to match the stubbornness of Taka's.

"I don't think so," Taka brought the rest of the tea to his mouth, and Mondo
watched the movement of Taka's throat as the rest of the tea slid into his
throat. Taka brought the cup down onto the tiny plate it had adorned. "We are
going to get you glasses as soon as possible."

He stood suddenly, the spoon scraping against the cup as he brought the cup and
plate with him to the sink. Mondo watched Taka's legs retreat across the
cafeteria and allowed his vision to skim across his thighs and the pearly
fabric pressed tightly against Taka's curved rear.

He glanced away in unison with Taka turning, the back of his thighs pressed
against the counters. "Do you have everything? We're going to the storage
room."

"I already told yah my vision is effin' pristine. I don't need any glasses.
Besides I doubt there is anythin' in there." Mondo grumbled, leaning his chair
back even further, seeing it as a way of letting Taka be aware that he was much
too comfortable to consider leaving.

"Considering Togami, Toko, and Yamada all require glasses, I'm sure there is
something." Taka straightened himself and strode toward Mondo, boots clinking
steadily against the floor. "Let's go."

"Even if there are glasses there, doesn't change the fact that my vision is
fine." His head once again creaked back, eyes fixated on the ceiling. He
couldn't prevent the grin that had been ironed onto his lips. He loved seeing
Taka so stubborn, his mind and body so twisted up into his concern for him.

Taka moved his head feverishly around the room, eyes darting hastily to every
corner. He allowed his legs to carry him a few steps each direction, before
they forced him to the entrance of the cafeteria. He glanced both ways down the
corridor that led to the cafeteria, and fortunately they turned up hollow of
anything except the eerily dimmed lights that exaggerated Taka's features
beneath them.

Mondo had almost believed that Taka had left for a while, something Mondo
noticed he did when he got overly frustrated, when above him a sudden wave of
rose enveloped his vision. He felt Taka's finger tips press into the underside
of his jaw, eager to push his head farther up. His smooth palm glided across
his forehead leaving a highway of sparks in it's wake, and his hair flipped out
of his face. Taka lowered his head, lips connecting to Mondo's in a beautiful
collision.

Mondo allowed his eyes to flutter close, long eyelashes tickling lightly
against Taka's neck. He crept his hand behind Taka's neck, drawing him closer,
pushing his lips against Taka's harshly. His fingers crawled into Taka's jet
hair, pulling at first, then curling to make a fist. Taka returned the pressure
of Mondo's lips, tilting his head. Mondo snaked his tongue between his lips,
prying at the tight gap between Taka's lips. Taka opened his mouth slightly,
and Mondo had just felt the hot contact of their tongues when Taka pulled away,
using the sleeve of his blazer to wipe off the wetness on his lips left by his
tongue.

Mondo felt a veil of fear strike into his stomach when Taka stepped back, his
hands lunged for the table, grasping tightly at the edge as he pulled the chair
on all fours. Mondo let out a shaky breath as he realized he wouldn't fall at
the sudden loss of Taka's presence holding him up. His fingers nails had left
tan scratches against the chestnut table.

"That was mean. Yah could have at least finished the kiss." Mondo stood up,
legs still quivering from the adrenaline of nearly falling, hoping that
statement alone would change Taka's mind.

"You'll get a proper kiss from me," Taka started, before turning away from him
and shuffling over to the entrance of the cafeteria. He nodded his head toward
the direction of the hallway that would grant them their way into the storage
room. "When you get yourself some glasses."

Inside the storage room, Mondo realized Taka was absolutely right. A whole row
had been dedicated to eye care, boxes of eye drops and glasses cleaning pads
stacked on top of each other in a intimidating mound. Taka had found a box of
about a dozen miscellaneous glasses in the back of a cabinet. There had been
three other boxes which each had a label of either Togami, Toko, or Hifumi. He
assumed these boxes had their subscriptions in them.

The glasses came in a variety of styles and colors, and Taka flicked on another
light as he thumped the box beside Mondo. "Try these on."

Mondo reached in and felt his fingers come in contact with a pair of glasses
and pulled them out. The glasses were ridiculously circular with oddly thin
black frames, a flicker of the light gleamed across one of the lenses. "I don't
want to."

Taka shrugged leaning against a shelf. He picked up the box that sat beside him
and began to close the cardboard flaps, making a rustling sound as they brushed
against each other. "Suit yourself, Mondo. My pillow will do just fine."

Mondo concentrated his eyebrows together, the circular glasses hanging loosely
in between his pointer and middle fingers. He registered Taka's words - my
pillow will do just fine - and grabbed at the cardboard box Taka had just
finished closing. "I don't think so. I will not let a shitty pillow be my
kissing replacement. Give me the damned box."

Mondo set the box beside him again, and placed the glasses that had already
been riddled between his fingers onto the bridge of his nose. He blinked a few
times, hoping that the swirls of blurriness would subside with the action.
"See? I've got my glasses now give me my kiss." Mondo lurched his head quickly
forward to Taka's lips, which seemed like they were in front of him, rosy and
inviting. Rather than that, he found the smooth warmth of Taka's cheek.

"They obviously aren't helping, Mondo. Try another pair on." Taka's hands
pushed at his chest and Mondo reluctantly subsided and reached his hand back
into the box to pull out another pair of glasses.

After eight more attempts, Mondo pulled the orange grandma glasses out of the
box, earning a deep cringe from him. These were the worst ones he'd seen by
far. Connected to them was a string of yellow tinted pearls that Mondo had
trouble pulling over his large hairstyle, before pushing them up onto the
bridge of his nose. He blinked. Once. Twice. A third time. The blurriness that
usually surrounded itself around the edges of objects and features had almost
entirely vanished, and a wide grin swept across his face as he noticed he could
actually count the bricks on the wall of the far side of the storage room.

"I'm assuming they work." Taka muttered, a smile also pursuing itself onto his
lips. Taka's fingers began to wrap themselves around the box to once again
close the cardboard flaps.

"Hell no they don't. These are the worst ones so far." He swatted away Taka's
hands from the box. He reached onto the frames of the glasses and attempted to
pull them off his face, where once again the string of pearls got caught in his
hair, causing him to wince at the pull.

"I know they work Mondo. We can take the pearls off if you want." Taka reached
for the glasses that Mondo was struggling to get off thanks to the lanyard, and
once he had released them from Mondo's hair, he un-clipped the lanyard from the
inside frames of the glasses and it dropped to the floor.

"I'm not wearing those," Mondo huffed, watching Taka as he pushed cleaning pads
into his pockets. Taka turned back to Mondo, setting three cloth cases onto his
lap.

"You will if you want your tongue shoved inside my mouth." Mondo felt his face
flush at Taka's blunt words. No 'if you want a kiss' or 'if you want some
sugar'. The words almost seemed vulgar from his mouth, although there was
really nothing vulgar about them. Taka pointed to the items in Mondo's lap.
"Pick one."

Mondo glared at the three cases on his lap and chose the grey out of the yellow
and brown cases. He picked it up and set it on the little area of space behind
him on the bench. Taka returned the glasses back to Mondo's face, nestling the
frames behind his ears.

"Are we done now?" Mondo questioned while standing up, stretching his back and
briefly leaning on his toes before falling back into a normal stance.

"Yes, Mondo." Taka answered although he already knew Mondo knew the answer and
shoved the grey case Mondo had discarded into his pants pocket.

Mondo looked sharply at Taka, squinting his eyes at him. Taka stared back at
him, crimson gaze unrelenting. His shoulder was coming to tire of the ache the
hard wall spread through it. He shifted his weight so that he was no longer
leaning against the wall, legs spaced slightly as he faced Mondo. Taka's
movement suddenly made Mondo aware of the coldness of the wall and he shifted
away from it in suit.

Mondo suddenly rushed his hands from his sides to his hair, trying to spread
the curls to either side of his head. The hair still seemed to be persistent to
stay in it's usual style, but it complied enough with Mondo's movement for Taka
to understand who Mondo was trying to impersonate. Mondo's scowl deepened and
he reached his index finger to push the glasses further up the bridge of his
nose before he crossed them strictly against his chest.

"How dare you," Mondo hissed at Taka, and Taka couldn't help but notice the
evidence of the smile he was straining. "insult a member of the Togami family
with accusations of lying." Mondo pointed a strict finger at him.

Taka brought a hand to his mouth, hoping it was enough to conceal his own
blooming smile. "Mondo! It is very rude to mock one of our classmates!"

Mondo crossed his arms once again. "Mock? Have you not been listening! I am
Byakuya Togami, the heir of the Togami family! Have you no idea how much power
I yield? I would do so much more than mock someone to extract my revenge. In
fact I have so much power I could win this entire killing game. And I will win
this game."

At this point Taka had already removed his hand from his mouth, small yet deep
rumblings of laughter exploded from his throat. He lowed it down to a dull
chuckle and looked back at Mondo. The strain Mondo's voice endured to not slur
some of the words filled his words with even more humor to Taka."Stop, Mondo.
That's rude."

Mondo, instead of complying to Taka's wishes, continued on, a crooked smile
pasted on his face. He turned on his heel, away from Taka, and stared intensely
into the empty space in front of him. He pointed violently at the empty space.
"Tell them, Naegi. Tell them about the immense power I hold as the heir of the
Togami family. Then repeat it all from the beginning so that everything becomes
clear."

He turned back to Taka, who was clutching his stomach, laughing as his other
hand held him up against the wall. He clasped his hands together at the sides
in an attempt to resemble a book. He then pointed behind Taka.

"And her! Get that wretched girl away from me! I will not let someone as noble
as myself be affiliated with someone as boring as her. I said get her out of
here! She will disrupt me while I'm trying to read my book that I've already
read several times in my own much bigger, much better family library."

Taka was slapping unsteadily at Mondo's wrist, and Mondo grinned at the visual
state of Taka laughing almost fully against the wall. He grabbed at the fabric
of Taka's white blazer, pulling him into his chest. He suddenly fell in love
with the vibrations Taka's giggles sent swirling through his shoulder.

"And my last demand as the heir of the Togami family," He pulled Taka out of
his shoulder to bring his face closer. "Is for you to kiss me, like you said
you would if I fulfilled your request."

Taka pulled away from his coat clad shoulder, and Mondo suddenly found the loss
of Taka's giggles swarming through the fabric of his coat and into his shoulder
unbearable. Taka breathed deeply, warm breath like rapid monsoons on Mondo's
face and neck. His hands held roughly onto the fabric bunched around Mondo's
elbows. Pink had already seeped into his cheeks, presumably from his laughs.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

"Interesting. And what compels you to defy a member of the Togami family?"
Mondo sneered as best as possible, raising his nose into the air.

"Because I didn't promise a Togami," Taka tilted his head slightly, a wild grin
painted on his pink tinted face. "I promised a Oowada. He has these vibrant
purple eyes and this nice deep tan with the most ridiculously cute hair I've
ever seen. I'd love to kiss him right now."

The forced sneer on Mondo's face contorted itself into a crooked smirk,
eyebrows loosening from the deep furrow. He buried his fingers deep into Taka's
hips, nails still making crescents through the white fabric of his pants. He
traced his fingertips up his waist, and for a second he felt Taka's flaming
skin beneath the pads of his fingers as his blazer rode up. His hands found
their way back to his hips, cupping them tightly. He groaned deep in his throat
at the feeling of Taka's firm body between his hands, so beautiful and so in
his grasp. "Then do so." He breathed out, breath hitching in his throat.

Taka leaned up onto his toes, hands grabbing onto the bunched fabric of Mondo's
shoulders rather than his elbows, pushing Mondo's body closer to him. One of
his hands stayed wrapped tightly around the black fabric, the other tucked it's
way into Mondo's hair. The hand in his hair pushed him the rest of the way
down, and Taka closed his eyes as his lips found Mondo's. He realized Mondo
wasn't kissing back, his lips remaining still against the pressure his lips
provided. He pursed his lips together in the space between Mondo's lips, and
pushed out enough for Mondo's lips to separate. He ran his tongue between
Mondo's lips and plunged deeper expecting to find his tongue greet him, but
instead only felt the collision of his tongue against Mondo's teeth. He was
going to pull away - Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?- when he felt his
back and shoulders collide against the wall, his rear and thighs following soon
after.

Mondo's hands still clung to Taka's hips, pressing them harshly against the
wall behind them. A leg found it's way between Taka's legs, spacing them apart.
He seperated his teeth, releasing the gateway for Taka to move his tongue into.
Mondo swirled his tongue back around Taka's, loving the flames that spun onto
his mouth and tongue as he did so. He moved his tongue deeper inside Taka's
mouth, exploring the roof of his mouth and the insides of his cheeks, loving
Taka's deep moan vibrate into his mouth.

Taka's hands were all over him, bounding up his hips and waist and shoulders,
tugging lightly at the bunched fabric of his coat along their ventures. He felt
his body shoot with fire when one of Taka's loose hands wrapped tightly around
one of his thighs by accident. His hands finally let go of their iron grip
around Taka's hips and lurched for his hands, one grabbing at the hand that was
pulling away from his thigh and the other for the hand that was clutched at his
waist. He pushed Taka's hands firmly against the wall, restricting him from
their journeys of mapping out his body. His touch spread fire swarming beneath
the fabric of his clothes wherever he touched. He didn't want to get excited
too quickly and scare him away. He felt Taka's head move slowly backwards
trying to break the contact between their lips. Probably to apologize like he
always effin' does, Mondo thought. He followed his head with Taka's and he felt
him wince underneath him when his head collided with the wall.

Taka somehow snaked his tongue and mouth away from Mondo. His teeth found their
way around Mondo's bottom lip and he rolled it between his teeth before he
tugged at it, moving Mondo's head closer. Mondo groaned deeply at the simple
action, letting out a barely audible exasperated 'fuck', and he resisted the
urge to grind his hips into Taka's.

Taka released Mondo's lip and caught his breath, shaky and uneven.
"Why...didn't you...kiss back at first?"

Mondo didn't stop his lips, but instead concentrated them at the corner of his
mouth, making a wet trail across Taka's cheek before stopping at his ear. "The
deal was yah would give me a proper kiss."

Red stained Taka's cheeks and nose and Mondo couldn't keep the smile from
spreading across his face. He's so goddamn cute. Mondo returned his lips to
Taka's, fingers traveling in soothing circles around Taka's fingers as he held
them against the wall.

Their tongues began to linger into each other's mouth once more, warm and
quick. Mondo didn't want to move, didn't want to breathe, he didn't want to
break this, he didn't want to stop. It felt different from any other time they
had kissed each other, from every other time they devoured each other's mouth
since they'd been entrapped here.

Every other time they collided, they collided during their first kiss the night
that he punched Naegi when Taka stormed into his room, demanding he owe Naegi
an apology, eyes blazed and arms flailing. His kindness eventually lead to
wrapping Mondo's knuckles when he noticed their shade of lilac, and Mondo fell
in love with the way Taka fluttered his hands around the wrap and his skin, how
gentle and precise he was. It led to questions of how do you know how to do
this? Why did you do that? What do you like? Do you think we'll make it out of
here? Taka returned Mondo's curiosity with What was your life like? How did you
do that? Please tell me more about... And at the end of the night, hours after
Mondo's hand was wrapped, Taka lurched forward and kissed Mondo as quickly as
he pulled away, moving his hand to his mouth and shaking his head, in
hysterics. He fumbled over his words but fumbled more to his trip to the door.
"I-I'm s-sorry I shouldn't...I didn't mean...I needed to ask...s-so
sorry...I've n-never...You probably don't even like g-gu-" Mondo had shut him
up with a simple "Don't worry, I do." and he tilted Taka's red face and
quivering lips to his mouth. They hadn't slowed down their relationship after
that, only in the presence of the others.

They had collided with every obscure and hidden kiss after that, they had
collided when Taka approached Mondo the night Leon died and Mondo had to kiss
Taka's tears away, and they had collided when Taka had kissed Mondo earlier in
the cafeteria. But right now they weren't colliding, right now their intimacy
was not resembling the collision of fire and rain, of bitter and sweet, right
now they were melting.

Right now they were liquids seeping into each other, they were oil paints
blending into each other, they were separate flames morphing into one. Taka
became so aware of how close Mondo was, how there was almost no space between
them, how hot and stuffy the room had gotten. His tongue was restless,
determined to do the exploring his hands currently couldn't do. He swirled it
around Mondo's tongue, along his teeth, any crevice his tongue could explore
had been swept over longingly. He couldn't stop the occasional groan that
escaped his throat at the feeling of Mondo's body above him, and each time he
did, Mondo's tongue twitched and he kissed him harder and deeper.

It registered to Taka how he'd never done this before, how he'd never done
anything affectionate or intimate before they had found themselves trapped
here. He remembered once in middle school he had kissed a girl who said she
liked him because his father said that he should after he told him about the
girl's strange confession. He remembered it was awkward and she was a lot
taller than him, and he felt nothing from it, while she was smiling and
blushing and her hands kept ringing at her red skirt. He remembered he did it
quickly in the back of the classroom when everyone's attention was adverted
because he feared the teachers would get the wrong impression of him- even back
then he valued public morals.

He'd never felt his body so flushed, so distracted yet so concentrated, his
breath had never been so shaky and coarse, he'd never felt such longing for
something physical. Mondo knew this must have been a first for him too,
something so intimate, even if it was just making out. They'd lost their
tongues in each other's mouth before, but he'd never allowed himself to lose
this much control, to allow his longing to show through with so much physical
contact, to be so rough with him.

Mondo released Taka's hands from the wall, running his hand up Taka's back and
up his neck until it cupped his head, the other wrapping around his hip,
fingers brushing at Taka's ass. Taka had just had time to find his hands in the
dyed portion of Mondo's curly hair when Mondo shuffled his legs away from the
wall, leading Taka backwards. When Taka felt the back of his knees hit Mondo's
mattress, he realized why Mondo was cupping his head. Down they went, their
bodies falling harshly into the mattress below, Taka gasping as his back hit
the warm sheets opposed to the odd feeling compared to the previously cold
feeling of the wall.

At the landing, the glasses fell off the bridge of Mondo's nose and landed
oddly on the surface of Taka's cheek. He hissed at the inconvenience and
reached his hand from behind Taka's head to grab the frames and push them off
Taka's cheek and onto the mattress where they were shoved to the floor with
little care. Taka grinned at Mondo's distress, head still spinning.

Mondo couldn't take it. Taka's neck was so fair and clear, so markless and so
sensitive. He couldn't keep his teeth, lips, and tongue just at Taka's mouth
any longer. He craved the sensation of the warm skin beneath his tongue. His
lips followed the previous path from the corner of Taka's mouth to his ear with
gentle kisses, occasionally allowing his tongue to seep through his lips to the
soft skin of Taka's face.
When he reached Taka's ear, he breathed heavily into it, causing Taka's leg to
twitch against Mondo's at the warmth. Mondo bit down on his earlobe, gently
tugging before he whispered "Taka, can I..." He let the hand crushed beneath
Taka's head come free and glide his fingertips over the sensitive skin of his
neck, indicating his wishes. "I won't if yah'd rather just, y'know, kiss."

Taka's mind was a muddle of want and logic, unable to choose one superior to
the other. He wanted to experience the feeling of Mondo's mouth clinging to his
neck, but the idea of evident bruises bringing humiliation in front of his
classmates threw his mind off further, and he remained completely still,
flustered and pondering, beneath Mondo's weight.

Mondo's fingers still drummed gently against his neck and collarbone, and it
was so hot, and he couldn't hold back the feelings of how much better his
tongue and teeth probably felt replaced with his fingertips. "I don't want the
others to notice the marks on my neck, Mondo." Taka finally let out, desperate
for him to move his mouth to cease his warm breath from puffing air on the
sensitive skin below his ear.

"Okay, I won't. I understand how much yer reputation means to yah." Mondo
managed the words from his throat, trying desperately to not let his
disappointment weigh the words down. He brought his lips down to once again
nibble at Taka's earlobe, earning a gasp in response. He trailed his lips up to
Taka's temple, then kissing the lid of one of Taka's closed eyes. He ran his
thumb on Taka's bottom lip, making it his next destination for his lips to
venture to.

Taka breathed deeply underneath him. "Wait, Mondo." Taka felt his skin come to
life where Mondo's lips touched, and the curiosity drove his want to surpass
his logic. He let the hands in Mondo's hair curl even tighter, and he pushed
down on Mondo's head, until Mondo finally let Taka's hands guide him down to
the sensitive skin of his neck.

Mondo brought his fingertips up to push up Taka's jaw to reveal more of the
brilliant untouched flesh. He spilled his tongue between his lips and ran it
along the underside of Taka's jaw. Taka's body jumped beneath him at the cool
sensation. He pursued the trail with his lips, hard kisses replacing his
tongue. He finally reached the point where Taka's jaw connected with his ear,
and he sucked hard on it, drawing blood to the surface where a brilliant rose
appeared. Taka inhaled a sharp breath when Mondo then took the skin between his
teeth and rolled it around a few times. He let the flesh go and swirled his
tongue around the marked area and he painted a few more gentle kisses to the
appearing lilac. He trailed his fingertips down to his collarbone then followed
by his lips, which led to his next destination to mark.

If Taka couldn't focus before he definitely couldn't focus now. His fingers
pulled desperately at Mondo's hair whenever he nipped at his neck, and waves of
heat crashed brilliantly on his cheeks and forehead with every kiss. Mondo's
touch was so compelling, so worthy of the hassle of covering up the bruises
later. He wanted desperately to look down at Mondo as he sucked on his neck and
collarbone. When he shifted his jaw down, he felt the hot collision of Mondo's
hand pushing it back up again, Taka's vision never even leaving the ceiling.
Mondo growled against Taka's skin and he licked short strokes slowly up the
base of Taka's neck to his jawline. He devoured the vibrations of Taka's moans
into his mouth as it surfaced on his neck.

Taka's body heated at everything, every little touch and gesture. At the
feeling of Mondo's tongue and teeth so merciless in their pursuit, he felt he
couldn't even breathe. He tried to concentrate on the frame of Mondo's body on
top of him instead. On how Mondo's chest smothered his own rapidly moving
chest, how his legs had somehow tangled in his own, Mondo's knees falling just
below his knees, and then he felt the hard pressure against his inner thigh,
prominent and growing.

Taka, on impulse, forced his arms out from beneath Mondo, finding their way up
his chest and then squeezing onto his shoulders. He pushed enough for Mondo's
mouth to lose contact with his jaw, and he pulled his legs free. Grabbing at
the sheets he released himself from under the other boy, and heaved his body up
to the head of the bed where Mondo's pillows lay scattered. He could feel his
whole body flush and shake slightly, more adrenaline ringing through every
curve and edge of his body. His mind was in a whirlwind, mostly comprised of
shock and guilt.

Mondo took a second to process the loss of Taka's body heat beneath him. He lay
staring at the sheets below him, his arms, torso and upper thighs balancing on
the foot of the bed where as his legs from his lower thighs down dangled off
the edge of the frame. He propped himself up onto his elbows, and pulled his
body fully onto the mattress. He crossed his legs and sat opposite Taka,
observing the flush on the boys face and neck deepen as his crimson eyes
trailed down the front of Mondo's pants. Mondo grabbed at the fabric of his
pants and moved it around, hoping to obscure his uncomfortable erection enough
for Taka to calm down. He noticed that no matter which way he moved the fabric
his erection was still prominent and he heaved, letting the fabric slip between
his fingers.

Taka's eyes followed as he adjusted his pants, face hollow. He gulped down the
rest of his tension and looked back at Mondo who was still observing him.
"Shit, I'm sorry Taka. I just get really excited when I'm 'round yah."

Taka had a hand clutched to his chest, daring to open his mouth when he felt
his breathing even out. The cold air nipped bitterly at the marks on his neck,
and he moved his hand to cover the one Mondo had left near the base of his
throat. "It's okay...You couldn't help it. It's just... that's never...I've
never felt somebody else get like that before."

Mondo felt his own face flush now, and he rocked his knees together to hide his
problem when he seen Taka trail his eyes down again, but it only resulted in
major discomfort and on the brink of pain, so he let his knees fall back to the
mattress. "Shit, shit, I'm so sorry. I shoulda moved away when I felt it,
y'know, growin'."
He shifted his weight closer to Taka on the bed until his arm could barely
grasp Taka's hand that clung to his chest and he rubbed circles into his
knuckles. "We can stop. I'll stop. I'll go away, even."

Mondo felt a burden in the form of a sigh leave his body when the faintest echo
of a grin etched itself into Taka's lips. "Mondo, this is your room. You
shouldn't have to leave." Taka squeezed Mondo's fingers back, thumb trailing
over the top of his hand to relish in the dips of the scars beneath them.

"Ah, but you know I will if you want me to. I'll even knock my own fuckin'
teeth out if yah want me to." Mondo grinned and shifted even closer to Taka,
knowing that he would allow it now that he had calmed down. He ran the thumb on
his free hand over Taka's warm cheek.

Taka pushed his head into Mondo's large, warm hand. "I wouldn't want you to do
that." He removed the hand from his neck to hold Mondo's hand in place while he
placed a kiss on his palm, and then on one of the rough callouses that adorned
the top of his palm.

"What do yah want me to do?" Mondo quizzed, watching curiously as Taka placed
kisses into his palm. He never knew what to think of him and his actions,
sometimes they were unintentionally distant and far away and their were times
like these, when it seemed all he could is concentrate on affection, on putting
other's comfort before his own. A thought became clear in his irrational mind,
and that was that Taka's kisses could probably heal every callous and mark on
his body, the pressure of warm lips somehow stretching soft skin and natural
color over wounds and scars he thought could never run smooth with the rest of
his body.

He pulled his face way from Mondo's hand and laid it down, palm flat on the
mattress. He removed his gaze from Mondo's flawed tan hand and looked back up
at him. "Can you kiss me again? I liked what we were doing, it just scared me,
that's all."

"That's a question you never ever have to ask me." Mondo pushed himself closer
to him, hands situating themselves on either side of Taka's waist. He moved one
hand up temporarily to push Taka's chest down into the mattress and he waited
until Taka rested his head against the pillow underneath him. He pressed his
lips into Taka's, tilting his head for a better angle. He pushed his tongue
inside Taka's mouth, scraping his teeth along his bottom lip. He left short
strong strokes against the roof of Taka's mouth with his tongue. He found
satisfaction with the fact they still melted together even after the
interruption.

Taka pushed his tongue against Mondo's, closing his eyes, falling back into his
previous static trance of Mondo's skilled movements. He tangled his hand once
again through Mondo's hair, grinning into Mondo's mouth as his hair tickled his
sticky forehead. His other hand was situated at Mondo's hip, and after a while
he found he was able to ignore Mondo's erection pressed against his hip.

Mondo spun his tongue in quick circles around Taka's mouth, finding
satisfaction in the way he groaned into his mouth and how his hand squeezed
tighter around his hip. His fingers found themselves underneath Taka's spotless
blazer and he gasped at the feeling of so much hot, untouched skin. There was
so much to Taka he still had yet to see, to feel under his grasp. His fingers
pressed firmly into his tight abdomen, warm sparks poking into the rough pads
of his fingers. He moved them in small tight circles, eventually growing larger
with each sweep of his wrist, and his middle finger eventually caught at the
dip of Taka's navel. His skin felt so smooth and so natural beneath his burning
grasp, and the firmness of muscle beneath his skin surprised him.

His hands brushed away from his abdomen in sudden retort, in thought that maybe
Taka didn't like this, that maybe his touch on his bare skin only brought
tension and discomfort. His mind couldn't help but think back to his thoughts
when he compared their two hands earlier, seeing this the same way - the
classic routine of ugly harming the beauty. His fingers rested back on top of
the fabric of Taka's blazer.

Taka groaned deeply at the loss of Mondo's fingers on his skin. He relished in
the brief sensation of skin on skin contact, and he wondered why Mondo would
pull away from his touch. He squeezed at Mondo's thigh, and Mondo opened his
mouth wide enough in response to his action to pull away from his mouth.
"You're okay, Mondo." Taka breathed out coarsely when he caught his breath.
"You can touch me if you want."

Mondo froze his fingers as they traced Taka's waist and chest. "Are you sure?
Er, I mean..." Taka had nodded his head, lips still parted and raven hair
falling over his milky skin and rose eyes, a brilliant blend of shades. "Can I
take off your shirt?" He added suddenly, and he watched horrified as Taka's lip
quivered slightly and his eyes appeared to sink slowly into his skull.

Taka had obviously never been asked that question before, and he feared that he
was too scrawny and lacked muscle, that the time he had spent trying to keep a
healthy tone of muscle would be deemed foolish when Mondo feasted his eyes on
his bare torso. And shirts almost seemed like a sensual barrier he didn't know
if he would let Mondo cross, no matter if he found satisfaction in his body or
not.

Mondo looked away from Taka's burning eyes, presumably preoccupied with
thought. "Taka, I'm not gonna try anythin', y'know, sexual. I just wanna feel
your body that's it. That, eh, prol'y sounds odd. I promise I won't try
anythin'."

Taka craved the feeling of Mondo's hands on his skin, the sensation his hands
made as they trailed ludicrously slow on his abdomen. And at the proposal,
suddenly his clothes did seem like too much, the heat of the room and of
Mondo's body swarmed around him and cool beads of sweat began to trickle behind
his neck. Everything seemed to be too much, too much for him to think, too much
for him to comprehend. He felt he needed this, that maybe the idealistic touch
of his harsh hands could pull his brain through the whirlwind of brief thoughts
that threatened to enclose it. "Yes Mondo, you may."

Mondo breathed out slowly, fingers taking up their previous routine of running
down the sides of Taka's blazer. "Are yah sure?" His fingers had already
wrapped their way around the top silver button of his blazer, the rim making a
faint imprint on the pad of his index finger. His fingers drummed against it,
and he looked down at Taka, waiting for a answer.

Taka's eyes observed Mondo's face above him, drinking everything in. His
pompadour had started to come loose, and the orange-y portion of his curly hair
slumped toward one side of his face, covering one of his violet eyes partially.
His cheeks were flushed pink, and the light above him brought out the masculine
angle of his jaw and cheekbones, highlights streaked high on his face. His
eyebrows twisted together, casting a dark shadow down his arched nose. He
looked so rough and so beautiful right now, and Taka suddenly wanted Mondo to
kiss every part of him, to feel the pressure of his puckered lips and his nose
poking into his skin.

"Yes, please..." He clenched his jaw when he felt Mondo's arms move above him,
and the first gold button broke free from the cloth. His lips had found their
way to his neck again, and they were rough and chapped but feltso goddamn good.
He sucked hard, drawing blood to the surface and his teeth scraped down at such
perfect timing. One of Mondo's hands curled around the buttons of his blazer,
fingers tugging and setting free buttons at a rapid pace, and the other lay
palm first on his chest, fingers outstretched and moving in circles, sliding
farther down with every button that came loose.

His palm connected down to his abs, and into his navel, and he then realized
his palm lay against his lower abdomen, fingers in teasing zig-zags. Mondo
lifted his body up slightly, hands gliding up his chest to the white fabric
mounded at his shoulders. Cool air flooded his burning skin, reaching every dip
and rise, and he realized it was off, one less barrier to prevent the two from
having full skin on skin contact.

He shifted his shoulders up and reached his shaky arms behind Mondo's back so
that he could shove the bunched fabric down his elbows, and his nails dug
slightly into Mondo's shoulder blades as he dropped his arms onto the mattress
below. Mondo pulled the fabric down to his wrists and over his hands, then
pulled it out from beneath Taka's back.

Mondo wriggled his legs above him, to discern which legs actually were his own,
and gradually brought his knees up to either side of his hips, straddling him
as he sat up. Taka watched curiously as he connected the shoulders and sleeves
of his blazer, before folding it in half. He reached his arm over his shoulders
and set the folded blazer on top of his bedside table. Taka grinned at how well
Mondo knew him, and how considerate he'd been with his article of clothing when
he'd simply thrown his glasses to the floor minutes before.

Mondo's other hand still rested on his abdomen, and Mondo brought his eyes back
slowly from the bedside table to the lavish sight below him. His breath caught
in his throat at so much skin, so warm and so smooth and untouched and right
now all his. His chest heaved up and down in quick succession, shadows and
highlights bouncing all over his torso as he did so. Creases of lean muscle
were evident beneath his warm flesh and his chest and belly curved gently into
each other.

Both his hands lay curled around his shoulders, thumbs moving in circles where
his collarbones met his shoulders. His hands flattened out and ran slowly over
his shoulders to connect at the crease between his chest. His skin was so milky
smooth and so perfectly warm beneath his fingers. Taka glared up at him through
his thick eyelashes, mouth slightly gaped open, taking in short, sharp cool
breaths. He felt heat creep into his ears and neck as he lay, trying to discern
if Mondo was admiring his body or completely un-amused with it.

"Taka," Mondo lowered his lips to the small area of warm skin on his chest
between his two thumbs and kissed it gently. He sat slowly back up, remembering
his promise, but not before letting his tongue linger on the skin, where Taka
involuntary arched his chest into Mondo's mouth. "Oh my God, you're so fucking
gorgeous."

His hands once again curled around his shoulders, separated and slid slowly
down each side of his chest. Taka's body jumped and flushed when his calloused
palms brushed his light srawberry nipples, and he continued downward. His
fingers traced longingly into the creases of his abs and after they were done
he ran both his palms down them, admiring how his body dipped and curved
beneath his touch. He slid down further, fingers observing how his body gently
curved into his hip bones and breached into his pelvis.

His hands reached behind his sides and he couldn't help the noise that escaped
his throat when his fingers dipped into dimples at the bottom of Taka's spine.
His fingers crawled up the crease of his spine, up into the sharp rise of his
shoulder blades and down again continuing the process. "I can't believe yah
have back dimples." He grinned, one hand moving back to his chest while the
other stayed tracing his spine and shoulders.

And it was there, as his calloused olive fingers traced slowly over the dips
and rises of the other's fair chest, the contours of his muscles administering
a beautiful array of tans and browns, that he noticed the deep flush of vibrant
rose across his smooth milky cheeks. He admired how the rose contrasted greatly
with the fairness of his skin and the ludicrously dark raven hair, disheveled
and knotted, falling - almost elegantly- over his sweat slicked forehead. He
knew his fingertips still traced longingly over his rigid sides and smooth
biceps, his nails catching in the gentle dip of his collarbone and sudden rise
of his shoulder blade, but his eyes caught on to that more beautiful than the
contrast of the rose - the melting.

He could feel Taka's warm, shaky spasmodic breath swarm his chin and lips, and
his lung sparked hastily in his chest. The rose deepened on the other's face,
his bruised lips appearing to blossom into a lavish red, and goddamn it melted
so well with his kaleidoscope eyes. The deep crimson of his iris faded slowly
into that of a light teasing rose before reaching his pupils, flickers of white
peppered through his iris, proving the existence of moisture in their depths,
putting to rest the forgivable illusion that he was a porcelain doll, sculpted
from the elderly hand of a artisan.

He lost himself then, his limbs laying slack against Taka's body as his eyes
drew him in, thick dark eyelashes sweeping gentle crimson shadows into the
rose. He realized, large tan hands mapping out silky shoulders, that red will
never simply be red again. The ironic appearance of a bright red raincoat on
the back of a passerby wouldn't just remind him of the cheap bouquet of roses
he gave to his mother in grade school, the string of deep red blood oozing
intensely out of a fresh cut wouldn't just be something to wince at when
inflicted. And he hoped, somewhere in his incomplete mind, that to Taka purple
wouldn't simply be purple as red wouldn't simply be red. Purple wouldn't just
resemble the color of rich Spring lilacs and and blooming bruises, and those
two things would hopefully, eventually lead him to think of one thing-him.

His fingers froze in their teasing pursuit, some stayed in the deep golden
canyon of the line of his hips breaching down to his pelvis, warm fingers
pressed dangerously to the sensitive skin above the waist-band of his pants,
and the other fingers stayed clasping tightly around his waist, nails grooving
perfect crescents into the sensitive flesh beneath.
What was he thinking? It wouldn't matter if purple wouldn't be purple and red
wouldn't be red, no roses and lilacs existed here. Perhaps cuts and bruises,
but they would be delivered strike after strike and eyes would be the last
thing they think about before complete blackness, and black will always simply
be black. No one was going to survive this school, and he felt certain of this.

"M-Mondo?" Taka stammered out, and Mondo finally realized how much he was
squirming beneath him, how he twisted his body with every inch his fingers
moved. He felt warm hands and long fingers underneath his black jacket and
around his biceps, and wow, he had to be really deep in thought to not notice
the hot sensation swirling into his skin. His fingers traced up and pushed at
the fabric on top of his shoulders, still beneath his jacket. "Can I take this
off?"

" 'Course." Mondo grabbed at Taka's wrists and guided them further up his
shoulder and slightly down his back, feeling the loose fabric fall slowly off
his upper back and shoulders. He grunted at the cool air violating his newly
exposed skin, and he tensed his body as Taka's index and middle fingers traced
a faded scar along his shoulder, only partially covered by the strap of his
white tank beneath the jacket.

Taka sat up, fingers still wrapped around the fabric of the jacket, and pushed
it the rest of the way down his arms until the sleeves slid over his hands. He
threw the jacket aside, leaving his vision with a blur of black with a glorious
flicker of gold. He pressed his lips to the scar on his shoulder, and daringly
swept his tongue over it, hearing Mondo groan at the sudden feeling of his
tongue against his hot skin.

He lowered himself down flat against the mattress again, looking up at Mondo's
torso above him. With the jacket removed, the only thing that remained on his
torso was the thin white tank top that had already ridden up his waist. He
could see the outline of Mondo's body perfectly, how his broad shoulders and
chest thinned just below his waist and edged into his tight hips, so rigid and
so masculine. Beneath the shirt he could see flashes of his tan skin tight
against the white fabric. One hand ventured to lay open against his chest,
feeling how warm the skin was beneath it, and the other swept across the scar
on his shoulder again, taking away some of the remnants of his saliva with it.
"How'd you get this one?"

Mondo's fingers still ventured Taka's chest and rubbed circles into the flesh a
few inches below his nipples. "When I was first learnin' how to ride I took out
a dumpster a few blocks from our home." He grinned lazily, hair flopping over
his face, watching Taka's concerned face. "It hurt like a son of a bitch, but
there's more."

Taka nodded his head, indicating he was listening to his story, but he didn't
say anything, all the breath left his chest at the outline of Mondo's body.
Mondo was already leaning back down to Taka's neck, teeth knawing at the flesh.
His hands still left hot trails all along his arms, chest and back and Taka
took Mondo's sudden interest in his neck to drag his hands his back, the shirt
clinging to his fingers. He could feel the crease of Mondo's spine and the
steep angle of his shoulders gliding to his waist, and suddenly even the thin
fabric of the shirt was just too much, that anything that prevented his hands
collision with Mondo's naked skin was too much.

Mondo's tongue coasted along the long dip of his collarbones, and then bit
lightly into his shoulder. He made an unexpected squeal at his teeth, but
brought his shoulder closer, causing his teeth to grind deeper into his flesh.
"Mondo, sit up again."

Mondo complied, dragging Taka's skin in between his teeth as long as he could
before letting go, weight shifting back onto his legs that still straddled
Taka. His eyes didn't leave the bite mark in his inner shoulder, just imagining
the brilliant bruise that was going to make against his silky skin later.

Taka tugged at the hem of the thin tank top, knuckles brushing the newly
exposed skin as it inched up. Mondo grabbed the fabric bunched behind his neck
with a single hand and pulled it over his head and hair. The shirt sprung free
and flopped to the ground, and he couldn't help but gasp at the sudden large
tan canvas of skin for his eyes to devour.

Mondo wasn't lying, he did have more scars on his body. One lingered below his
abs on his lower abdomen, and Taka wondered how he didn't notice the contrast
of tones when his shirt originally rode up his body. Another breached up from
his elbow to his mid bicep, curling around his arm as it extended. Just outside
the side of his very prominent abdominal muscles was another one, although it
wasn't nearly as long as the others.

He noticed a sudden royal blue smudge near Mondo's ribs, hidden partially by
the shadow his pectoral muscles cast. He focused his eyes on it, daring to draw
his eyes away from Mondo's toned body and light, faded scars. The blue curved
into a cartoon-ish diamond, a sky blue used as a highlight. In a itallic font,
the name 'Daiya' had been inked, each character swirled perfectly into each
other. He allowed his pupils to move away from the tattoo, trying not to let
the sorrow for his brother sweep into his irises, and he moved his vision to
the rest of the firm body that towered over him.

His skin radiated gold and shadows and highlights bounced perfectly off his
torso, and sweat gleamed high on his abs, chest, and collarbones and he swore
Mondo was literally glowing beauty right now. He lifted an arm and set his hand
flat against Mondo's collar bone and traveled slowly down, nails digging into
the skin.

Mondo brought his bottom lip between his teeth, his lip already sore from
Taka's tugging, and pushed down heavily on it, trying not to make a sound as
Taka's hand traveled down further. His nails clung to his skin in perfect
pressure, and Mondo knew he was going to love looking at the scratches on his
chest until they faded from a pink to his tan skin tone. His fingertips caught
in the the crevices of his abs, racking up into the rises shortly after. His
hand continued, and the bottom of his palm rode the waist band of his pants
down a few centimeters without noticing as his fingers brushed his navel and
into his lower stomach. Mondo felt his hips shaking and his head fall backwards
as he tried hard to not buck his hips forward, the bottom of Taka's palm only
mere centimeters from there.

He removed his hands from Taka's chest and he grabbed his hands and slid them
around his sides to his lower back, needing to move Taka's touch before he did
something that would scare him again. His now completely rock hard erection
uncomfortably trapped from the fabric of his underwear was bad enough.

Mondo lowered himself again, and instead of going directly for his neck again
he brought his mouth to his lips and shoved his tongue inside his mouth before
Taka could register Mondo had even leaned down. He opened his mouth, stroking
his tongue against Taka's in quick long strokes and felt his hand tighten
around Taka's torso when Taka scraped his teeth against his tongue. He caught
Taka's tongue between his teeth, a warning to stop. The feeling of teeth
against his tongue drove him crazy, and he knew that if Taka kept it up he
wouldn't be able to maintain any control.

His bottom eyelashes caught onto Taka's, and the long exhales through the
other's nose swarmed his cheeks and chin and he pushed his tongue deeper into
his mouth. Taka's moans racked into his mouth and throat and he loved the
feeling of his nails into his upper back. He was a scratcher and Mondo loved
it.

Mondo couldn't help it, his body fell into Taka's, and he at first meant to
bring his hips back up into the air, but he found that instead he was pushing
them harshly between Taka's thighs. One of Taka's hands scratched up his back
and into his hair, tugging harshly at the ends wrapped around his slender
fingers.

His hands were a blur against Taka's sides, warm and tight and they spun in
circles on his back and sides before wrapping around his thighs and pushing
them hard into the matress. Taka groaned and his teeth were at his tongue
again, unknowingly scraping as Mondo's tongue swarmed vigorously in his mouth,
and Mondo found one of his hands had snaked up the thigh they were grabbing and
squeezed at Taka's rounded ass.

Then Mondo felt it, a finger that was not Taka's, warm and tickling as it
prodded into his side. "Upupupupu! Wowie! This just makes my perfectly plush
knees quiver with delight!"

Mondo slid his hands off of Taka's body in a blur of tan and pearl, and he
pushed himself off of Taka and up onto the sheets beside him, but he found that
instead the power of his biceps pushing him away from Taka's heated body took
too forcefully. His knees caught in between Taka's lower thighs and he fell
through the baby blue sheets of the bed and onto the carpeted floor.

Taka had froze at the sound of the child-ish high-pitched voice, and his whole
body had stiffened. His fingers had straightened at his sides, and his eyes
sewed themselves tightly shut, persistent to not catch themselves on the visual
of Monokuma probably grinning, red eye blazed, at the two flushed sweaty bodies
on the bed. Or at least the one that was still on the bed.

Mondo's arms flung over the frame of the bed, his elbows digging into the
sheets and matress. The rest of his body below his hips remained obscured by
the frame of the bed they were behind. This was intentional, Monokuma did not
need to see the rise of the black fabric between his thighs. He pointed a
violent finger at the bear who stood a few feet away from the other side of the
bed. "What thefuck are yah doin' here?"

Monokuma brought his paws up to his face, setting them on either side of his
snout, one pressed against the teeth of his grin. A pair of angular glasses sat
on his nose, a light blue string of pearls hanging from the glasses falling
around his body. Mondo's nostrils flared of Monokuma's deliberate mockery. "Why
so harsh Mondo? A tone like that is guaranteed to ruffle my perfect silky
smooth fur rather quickly!"

Monokuma spun on his heel, and when he came back in clear sight in front of
Mondo, he had a book in his paws. "I overheard Asahina and Sakura in the
kitchen earlier. They seemedreal concerned about where you were! After all,
they hadn't seen you in a while. So I decided to take initiative and check on
my two favorite students! Out of all the things I expected to find, it most
certainly wasn't some hot yaoi!"

Mondo's eyebrows peaked at that, and his fingers dug into the sheets. Taka had
moved his head when he heard Mondo respond to Monokuma. His face had grown pale
and devilish red stirred in his cheeks and neck. His bare chest moved up and
down above the mattress and Mondo realized Taka had his hand in his mouth,
biting down harshly on the fair skin near his knuckles. Mondo reached over and
swatted his hand until Taka realized he was being touched, and it fell out of
his mouth, hanging over the frame of the bed. Mondo turned his head toward
Monokuma, who had found the cleaning pads in his bedside drawer and was
sweeping them over the lenses of the mocking glasses he wore.

Mondo clenched his jaw before speaking. "There are security cameras rigged
throughout this entire fuckin' place! Yah knew exactly what we were doin' yah
perverted asshole! Yah knew exactly what yah would find!" Mondo found himself
lurching further up the bed toward Monokuma, raw and utter rage and
embarrassment flooding to every curve and edge of his body.

"Whaaat? Are you calling me a liar, Mondo? Honest, I expected to find a more
despair inducing scene!" Monokuma opened his mouth and looked up, pink flooding
the white side of his fur, as if what he was imagining was unbelievably
lustful. "I could just imagine your hands around his pretty pale neck!"
Monokuma shrugged his head toward Taka, who still lay motionless against the
bed. "Oh! But you couldn't dare look at him while despair filled his eyes! So
you took a pillow and smothered him with it, then you grabbed a knife and
shoved it multiple times through his stomach to throw the others off! You knew
that they wouldn't be able to identify the actual cause of death! And when I
came in there was blood absolutely everywhere and I watched you try to clean it
up and move Taka's body to his own room!" Monokuma let out a bellowing laugh,
hands flying to his stomach. "Of course, this may be less despair-inducing, but
it's certainly much more interesting!"

Mondo could feel his body quivering, and splashes of white clouded his vision,
he was going to kill him for that accusation. He felt the muscles in his back
and legs tense, ready to pounce at the bear in front of him, when something
warm touched his shoulder. Taka's hand rested, this time making it his duty to
rub circles into his boiling skin, and when Mondo looked at him, he just
faintly moved his head from side to side, eyes still sunken, and he mouthed
don't. He caught a glimpse of the lilac patches adorning his neck and collar,
and the thought that they would be there because of his hands intent on murder
rather than his mouth intent on pleasure nearly sent him over the edge. "Don't
yah dare fuckin' say that! Don't yah compare me to those fuckin' animal
bastards out there!" His finger flung to the door, his arm shaking as he did
so.

"Oh Mondo," Monokuma continued, chuckling, not even looking to where Mondo
pointed at the door. "I don't put murder behind anyone! And I've noticed you've
been very passive aggressive to your fellow classmates! That cannot happen if
you wish to live a long, peaceful life here in Hope's Peak." Monokuma shuffled
closer to the bed, reaching his paws up to the sheets and pulling himself up
where he situated himself next to Taka's legs, centimeters from Mondo's
malicious grasp. He turned his head toward Mondo, tilting it to the side. "I'm
sure Togami would absolutely love to hear how you mocked him earlier! I could
even play the tape for him, that would surely be fun!"

"Show him then!" Mondo snarled, fingers buried into the sheets to prevent him
from giving into his murderous fantasies of tearing each of Monokuma's limbs
off. "Show him! I'll punch the arrogant cock right in the goddamn face!"

His vision left that of Monokuma when he seen Taka's head turn sharply to
Monokuma, and his hand squeezed tight at his shoulder. "D-Did I break any
rules?" The words were a low rumble from his throat, but they were coherent as
they filtered the air, and Monokuma grinned as he heard them.

"Why of course not! If it wasn't in the rule book, then it wasn't a rule you'd
get punished for breaking!" Monokuma stood up on the matress and leaned closer
to Taka. "I'll even do you a favor and not put it in there after this lovely
discovery!" He sat back down, warm air puffing into Mondo's face as he did so.
He turned to the camera in the corner of the room and grinned at it, waving a
paw. "In fact, I think the only thing you did break is the hearts of several
lovely ladies at home!"

Mondo clenched his teeth together, confusion also a added portion in his
boiling anger. "What thefuck is that supposed to mean?"

"What I mean Mondo is you have sex appeal! The ripped bad ass biker with a dark
past and hidden insecurities about his scars, and especially those hands! I
mean I'm all hot and flustered just thinking about it!" Monokuma waved a
comical hand in front of his face, fanning air onto his tongue that spilled
from his mouth. "I'm sure you were a fan favorite with the ladies! I bet they'd
be so disappointed to learn that goodie goodie Ishimaru over here has you
wrapped around his little finger!"

Mondo growled deep in his throat, eyes widening at Monokuma's teasing,
knowingly harsh words. "How," He hissed, waving the backside of his fist in
front of Monokuma's face so he knew what he was talking about. "Did yah know
'bout that?"

Monokuma reached for the hand that Mondo was waving in front of him, but Mondo
was too quick and his hand was fisted back into the sheets before he could
reach his paws up. "About your insecurities about your ugly hands? Well that's
simple, I know everything about you! About all of you! It's almost like we've
known each other for years!" Monokuma laughed, throwing his head back and
throwing his hands to his belly once again. "You were such an awful son,
stealing your mom's makeup to cover those disgusting things up! How does it
feel to know nobody cares about your filthy hands! You're time spent covering
them up was completely useless!"

Monokuma rolled to his belly, elbows digging into the mattress, kicking his
legs behind him as he matched his face level to Mondo opposite him. "But you
were an even worse brother, weren't you?" Monokuma's red eye glared, and
through Taka's confusion he noticed how the red bounced off Mondo's cheek and
eyes, adding a rose tint to his entire face. Mondo's head was shaking, and Taka
knew that triggered something, and Mondo's jaw was clenched so tight he was
surprised he wasn't breaking his teeth. He could feel heat from Mondo's skin
burning into his palm, causing sweat to form at the creases, and he knew that
at any moment he was going to spring at him, killing himself without thinking.

"Monokuma," Taka dropped his head slightly, surprised at just how loud that had
come out. Monokuma stared at Mondo a lingering moment longer, before the red
glare on Mondo's face faded when Monokuma's eye went dim. He turned his head
sowly to Taka, his grin faltering a little at the interruption. "Look at the
time." Taka pointed at the watch on his wrist and twisted his arm to let
Monokuma get a good view. "It's nine fifty seven. Night time starts at ten."

Monokuma tilted his head at Taka's words, almost looking quizzical as to why
that information would be useful. Then he dropped his head between his arms and
pushed himself backwards off the bed, his stomach ruffling the sheets and
dragging them to the floor as he landed. "Oh, right! The announcement! You're
always so keen, Ishimaru!"

Mondo watched as Monokuma retreated across the room, kicking aside the glasses
he had brushed to the floor with his foot as he continued toward the door. He
turned around suddenly, arms crossed as he glared at Mondo, his grin returning.
"And don't worry Mondo! Someone here has even more disgusting hands than you!"

And with a spin of his ankle, Monokuma was gone, his stubby body and brightened
eye presumably off to make the announcement, or at a better guess to make
somebody else irate. Mondo dropped his head into the mattress between his
hands, and his back arched up and down at high peaks in the air, trying to
maintain his composure. Taka pressed his hands into the bed and dragged his
legs up, and they seemed so heavy, and his body finally gave in and translated
to sitting upright. Taka's hands moved up to cover his face when he felt he
could balance himself.

Mondo stood shakily up, his heels digging into the carpeted floor as he shook
his head around, his hair a streak of light orange and brown as he did so. He
dropped his knees onto the mattress before sliding the rest of his body up onto
it. His skin was burning as his arm wrapped around Taka's tense shoulders, and
he slid his rear and thighs against the bed until he was hip to hip, sitting
upright next to Taka on the bed.

Taka felt Mondo's movement and had jumped at the sudden contact of their skin,
but he couldn't bring his face out of his hands. His skin was steaming and his
head was dull but his thoughts were thumping everywhere, and he swore his mind
was actually shaking. He'd never felt such humiliation in his life, and the
adrenaline of Mondo's and Monokuma's arguement lingered through his body, and
oh god Mondo had almost died. Mondo's fingers were squeezing at one of his
knees as the other rested near his bicep, his arm laying heavy on his shoulder.

He could feel his curly, stiff hair tickle his bare shoulder as his lips melted
against the skin on his neck, no sucking and no teeth, just a single kiss that
lingered greatly for moments before the pressure was gone. "C'mon Taka, look at
me."

He slowly lifted his head from his hands and his arms fell to his sides, wrists
bending into the bed. He turned his head to Mondo, and his face was so close
that their noses touched, and the hand that was at his knee was now clasped
around his jaw to keep his head straight forward and boring into him. He
focused on Mondo's violet gaze, intense and unrelenting, before he brushed his
gaze suddenly down. He felt his shoulder blades clutch closer together when he
realized that Mondo was still hard, the fabric riding up sharply between his
thighs.

"Look at me," His voice was gentle yet had a soft sense of authority. Taka
brought his head back up to Mondo's gaze and he felt his shoulders relax. "I'm
okay, you're okay, we're okay."

Taka pulled his face away from Mondo's, and Mondo's grip loosened so that he
could, and he breathed out when he was far enough away to distinguish all of
Mondo's features. "Thank you, Mondo."

In the corner of the room, the screen flickered on and Monokuma sat, twirling a
glass of wine in his paw. His grin adorned the black side of his face and the
nightime announcement spilled from his snout, cheerful and ringing.

Mondo slid his hand from under Taka's jaw to the nape of his neck and pulled
him close for him to be literally be breathing into his mouth, before he
connected their mouths and plunged his tongue between his open teeth. Taka
kissed back, spinning his tongue slowly around Mondo's, before pulling back, a
groan escaping his throat, leaning his head against the headpiece.

His arm lurched slowly for the folded blazer beside the bed, and he dropped the
fabric in his lap before wrapping the fabric between the fingers of each of his
hands, trying to discern the sleeves. He spread the fabric open, and it felt
unrealistically rough against his warm skin when he began to push his wrist
into one of the arm holes.
"What are yah doin'?" Mondo inquired, his hand still wrapped around one of his
knees as the other fell from his nape.

"I'm putting my blazer on. It's ten o' clock, I've got to leave." Taka pulled
the fabric all the way up his arm and rested on his shoulder, wincing when the
fabric rubbed awkwardly at the bite mark Mondo left. He gripped the fabric
again and pushed his arm into the other sleeve, once again resting the fabric
at his shoulder. He pushed the sides of the blazer into each other, and his
fingers fumbled for the buttons.

"Here let me," Mondo pushed his weight up with a single hand and rushed a leg
over one of Taka's thighs, his leg grinding between Taka's two legs. He
squeezed Taka's fingers between his own and then dropped them into his lap. One
hand picked at the buttons on one side of his blazer while his other searched
for the holes in the fabric in the other side of his blazer, before pulling the
shiny golden buttons through. "Yah don't have to leave, y'know. I'm okay with
yah stayin' here. S'no biggie."

Taka drummed his fingers against his thighs, trying not to reach his head up
and kiss Mondo, to ask him to unbutton the blazer that had by now been buttoned
up a quarter up his chest. "No, I think I do. I need to relax and-" He stopped
and sighed heavily, Mondo grunting as a button fell from his fingers at the
sudden movement. "I can't shower, the water's off."

"See?" Mondo pulled a button through the fabric whole, his fingers reaching for
another. "All the more reason for yah to stay."

Taka tensed when Mondo's fingers brushed the skin beneath his blazer as he
dropped a button and reached for it. "But there is no good excuse for me to
stay. It's going to look really odd to the others if I leave your room tomorrow
for the breakfast meeting. Besides, I don't have any clothes here to change
into."

Mondo released his breath, leaning back slightly as he finished fastening the
last button near his collarbone. "I have extra clothes here." He grinned at the
thought of Taka in a pair of his sweat pants, it falling down his tight hips
far enough for him to catch a glimpse of his bare thighs below his boxers,
Taka's flushed face pulling them back up to place and holding the fabric
tightly in a single hand.

Taka nudged his leg that was between Mondo's, and Mondo lifted his hips enough
so that he could release his leg from beneath him, before spinning his body so
that he was sitting on the edge of the mattress. "It'll look even weirder for
me to leave your room in your clothes. Your room is so messy it's driving me
insane," Taka nudged his head around the room, indicating at Mondo's clothes
that littered the room. "I think I need to calm down for a bit and you," Mondo
was sitting beside him now, legs dangling off the side of the bed frame. Taka
dropped a hand to his lower thigh, and directed his eyes at his erection under
the cloth. "Have something to take care of."

Mondo copied Taka's flirty action, except he dared his hand to rest slightly
higher on Taka's leg and squeezed. "So do yah," and the way Taka's face fell
and his eyes widened at the simple words made him grin, and he observed Taka's
open mouth and large eyes when he glanced down noticing that an erection was
prominent, poking into the pearly fabric of his pants. A deep blush flew
through his face and his eyes swept close, shaking his head gently.

Taka opened his eyes back up, trying to think of when that could have happened.
The embarrassment of Monokuma's interruption and the sensation of Mondo's lips
before that lead him to not be able to focus on anything, and he was surprised
he didn't feel this beforehand, realizing how uncomfortable it really was
against the fly of his pants.

"Well if yah really gotta leave," Mondo drew his hand back from his thigh and
pushed into his lower back, pressing down gently. He leaned his head forward
and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his blush beneath
his lips. "Then can yah come back and give me cuddles?"

Taka pushed his weight forward and wobbled slighly as he stood on the floor,
Mondo held onto his wrist tightly. Taka wasn't sure if that was because he
feared he was going to fall or because he didn't want him to leave. "Mondo,
it's bad enough I have to break the night time rule to go to my dorm, I'm not
coming back to give you cuddles."

Taka was referring to the rule Celeste had made everyone agree to, and Mondo
thought he wasn't breaking the rule, not really. He was only going to his dorm
and Taka's watch read ten o' three, not even close to the dead hours of the
night when a murder would actually be committed. "Fine then, I'll go to yer
room to get my cuddles."

"Mondo, that's not-" Mondo had cut him off, bringing a single finger to catch
into his bottom lip.

"Yah wouldn't be breaking any rules. And I'll even leave when yah tell me to so
that I won't fall asleep in yer room." Mondo looked up at Taka through his
eyelashes, and lifted the back of his hand up to his mouth, where a bite mark
remained from Taka's teeth, before kissing it and bringing it back down to his
hip.

Taka brought his bottom lip between his teeth, then quickly released it when
pain surged through his lip, he hadn't realized how sore his lips had been from
Mondo's roughness, and he wondered if they were a vivid red like Mondo's were.
"Okay, I suppose that's okay. Just give me a little while before you come by.
My head is spinning."

"Alright," Mondo let go of Taka's hand and stood up beside him. He reached his
hands up Taka's blazer to the white collar and pulled it up, covering as many
as the bruises on Taka's neck as he could. "Yah might wanna cover those."

Taka's blushed deepened, tilting his head back as Mondo leaned toward him,
leaving a gentle kiss on his swollen lips. He pushed at his lower back,
indicating that he could go, and he trailed behind him in shallow short steps
as he slowly made his way to the door. His hand wrapped around the doorknob
wincing at the cold sensation against his warm skin, coolness swarming through
his fingertips, and it almost seemed like the first time he'd ever felt
anything other than Mondo's fiery skin and the sheets of the bed.

He stepped out as Mondo pushed his hand off the handle, slowly opening the door
behind him. He whipped his head behind both shoulders until he was sure that
the other students weren't lurking behind the walls and had actually retreated
to their rooms for the night. He grabbed Mondo's hand for the last time, and
brought it to his lips, pushing his hand further into his lips and then away
until he made a circle of kisses on the back of his hand.

"Your hands are beautiful Mondo and your glasses are too." He left a swirling
kiss on one of his knuckles then let it drop to his side, catching a glimpse of
Mondo's eyes, so purple and so shiny, white glistening deep in his pupils and
irises as he spun on his heel away from the door and down the hall.

"I'll see yah in twenty." Mondo whispered just before Taka left earshot, and
Taka's nodding head was an indication that he heard his faint words. He creaked
the door shut when he seen Taka standing in front of his room, pulling a room
key out of his pocket, and he let his back hit the metal door when it was fully
closed.

He pressed his fingertips harshly into the cool metal behind him and he
wondered what, oh god what, he was going to do with himself as the minutes
passed by on the clock before he could feel Taka's warm skin and clothes
beneath his hands again.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Mondo travels to Taka's dorm after taking care of some things.
Chapter Notes
     Just a reminder that this chapter is VERY explicit. Take it as a
     warning for readers who might be uncomfortable, I guess? I'm guessing
     most of you are here are perverts though, so if that is the case
     enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mondo opened his eyes that had snapped shut at the cool sensation of the door
behind him, and he leaned his body away slowly, standing unsteadily on both
feet. His bare feet ground into the floor as he rocked back forward on his
heels, fingers tapping at his hips.

The cool air almost seemed to sting his skin, still overheated with want and
anger. He glanced down at the hand Taka had dropped to his side in the hallway,
where the kisses still burned affection into his knuckles and skin - Your hands
are beautiful and your glasses are too.

Mondo suddenly lifted his head and brought his hands to his hair, tugging at
the curly ends. After his eyes swept the room three, five, perhaps as many as a
dozen times, a gleam from underneath the bed at the far side of the room
signaled a sigh of relief. He dragged his feet across the floor, his toes and
ankles catching up on loose clothes on the floor as he did so, before he was
inches to the bed and he dropped harshly to his knees. He lowered his elbows to
the floor and balanced himself as a hand lurched out, pressing the glasses in
his palm under the bed. He leaned his body back and sat on his knees, glasses
clutched in his hand, before he forced himself to stand.

He turned his body and twisted his fingers around the handle of his bedside
table and pulled it open. He replaced the glasses in his hand with his room key
Taka had left in the drawer earlier, before closing the drawer and walking back
to the door at the far side of the room. He pushed the key into the metal
groove and twisted until he was sure that he heard the click and pulled the key
out. Nobody needed to see how he planned to waste the time before he lingered
to Taka's room.

When he paced back to the other side of the room, he placed the key on top of
his bedside table in the twisted storm of junk rather than in the drawer, and
he knew if Taka were here he would demand he put the key in the drawer so that
he could find it when he needed it. His shoes were still half way across the
room where he and Taka had been against the wall, he had pushed them off his
feet when him and Taka first stumbled into the room. He sat himself down on the
side of the bed, before pushing his weight up and over the bed, his back
resting against the head board.

He flicked his gaze down at the problem that had formed between his thighs,
rigid and uncomfortable. By now it was even painful, and he couldn't
concentrate on anything while it burdened him against the fabric of his pants.
He flushed when he remembered Taka had been hard too, a light grey shadow cast
on his pants as his erection poked up through the fabric of his white pants. It
had been evident the whole time Monokuma had interrupted, as he teased them,
and he was just waiting for Monokuma to point it out and laugh, Taka burying
his face in whatever was closest to him. But it hadn't happened, and Mondo's
fingers began to twist around the hem of his black pants when he remembered the
feeling of Taka becoming erect under his thighs as he straddled him, tongue
flicking on his neck.

His fingers had just fumbled beneath the hem of his pants when he remembered
the camera in the corner of the room Monokuma had waved at during his heated
argument with him. He drew his fingers back cautiously, clenching his jaw at
the mere idea that Monokuma was watching him, in fumbled laughter, the goddamn
wine glass clutched in his paw. He twisted his body and reached off the bed,
fingers grasping his heavy black coat Taka had brushed off his body earlier. He
pushed his feet onto the floor and made his way to the corner of the room,
pushing the collar of his coat over the smooth metal of the camera, barely able
to balance on his tip toes.

"Fuckin' bear." He snarled in a raspy whisper, trotting back to the bed and
falling onto his back on the mattress, his legs and head falling over the bed.
He grasped a hand into a fist before joining it with his other hand to push the
black fabric of his pants to his knees, which then fell straight down his
ankles. He kicked his ankles up and down quickly in short rise until he felt
his pants fall off his feet and plummet gently to the floor.

His hands were then to his grey boxers, clinging to his thighs and tight around
his hard cock, and he grasped the black hem and pushed it down to his mid
thigh. His erection sprung up at the loss of the fabric caging it down, and the
cool air that swarmed around it caused him to spring his eyes shut.

One hand was curled into the baby blue sheets, and the other swept over his
abdomen, through his mane of dark brown pubic hair, until it finally reached
around the base of his cock. He pushed his hand gently forward down the length
of his cock and he tossed his head back at finally being able to get
satisfaction rather than discomfort out of it.
He continued the pattern, his hand quickening with each firm stroke, bucking
his hips into his hand when his dick twitched under his grasp. He remembered,
eyes opening sharply, how Taka had planted gentle kisses into the palm that was
now squeezed around his cock and tugging restlessly. He couldn't help but think
that this was equivalent to Taka actually being here, pressing soft kisses to
the underside of his cock, spilling his tongue between his teeth and running it
gently down the side, before he opened his mouth around his tip, warm and wet,
cheeks hollowing as-

Mondo flung his hand away from his pulsing cock, wrapping it around the bed
sheets, hips bucking up at the lost contact. No, he corrected himself, teeth
grinding into each other. Taka would probably say that this has no morals, me
jackin' off to a fantasy of him blowin' me.

But Mondo had surely thought about it before, even if it hadn't been during the
few times his hands had been wrapped around his cock since they were trapped
here. They were simple things he had forced himself to blink away when they
surfaced when he was in the presence of Taka, flashes of his hands around a
bare ass cheek, of knotted black hair and pale fingers grasping at bed sheets
while his body pushed violently up and down against the mattress.

But Taka wasn't here right now to ask if he was okay, what he was thinking
about, why his cheeks were suddenly flooded with pink, and he hadn't even
noticed his hand was back at his cock, his thumb running over his tip and his
fingers tracing veins that ran down his length before tugging again.

He found that this time Taka's face was flushed and red, and his fngers instead
of his own were wrapped around his cock, and they were soft and gentle but then
decided to move quicker and rougher, and Taka kissed his inner thigh and licked
up teasingly to his balls. He found that Taka stood suddenly, nails digging up
his torso as he flew up, and Mondo loved the feeling of his rounded nails in
his skin.

Mondo brought his free hand to the three pink scratches that adorned his chest
from Taka's nails currently, and ran the pads of his finger up each one,
feeling the rise they made against the rest of his flat skin around it, hand
still running firmly up and down his cock.

And when he closed his eyes again he found that he and Taka were in a bath tub,
or a pool, or anywhere with water, and Taka was beneath him, grinning while
hickeys rippled down his chest. He begged for Mondo to fuck him, and water
crashed rapidly against their bodies as he thrust his hips jerkily and
animalistic, feeling how hot and tight Taka's ass felt around his cock as he
screamed for more, nails digging deep into his back.

His wrist was flying now, traveling tight and quick along the length of his
cock, and the pressure in his stomach tightened and he was so close. The image
of Taka taking his cum between his swollen cherry lips and into his pretty,
warm mouth sent him over the edge when his thumb glided over his tip.

"Oh Fuck, Taka!" Mondo let out a growling cry as his dick twitched beneath his
hand, hips thrusting into the air and into his hand wild and uneven, and warm
cum drizzled into his palm and slightly down onto his thighs. His hips dropped
to the mattress, and his chest heaved greatly up and down as he tried to catch
his breath which seemed to have vanished when fantasies of Taka surfaced.

His fingers unhinged themselves from the sheets and swept up his face to remove
the hair that had fallen into the swamp of sweat at his forehead. He pushed his
body up so that he was sitting up right, and instinctively his eyes forced
themselves to see if the coat still hung on the camera. It still hung loosely,
flickers of gold evident against the black.

He stood up, knees quivering beneath him, and forced himself toward the
bathroom, keeping his hand palm up so that no cum spilled onto the carpet. He
had just opened the bathroom door, It creaking heavily as he used his foot to
push it open, that shit, the water was turned off right now.

He grunted roughly and twisted his heel so that his back was now facing the
open bathroom, eyes searching for anything that could get the cum off his hand
and thighs. At the floor near his bedside table was a small water bottle, the
cap and top half poking out underneath a tank top he must have thrown over top
of it, unaware that the contents would save him from a sticky mess.

He took a few long strides toward the water bottle, lifting the shirt up and
throwing it aside to somewhere else in the room, and then felt his shoulders
fall slightly from their previous tense position when he found that the bottle
was half full, glistening in the clear plastic bottle. He leaned down, hair
flopping forward, and picked it up before rushing back to the bathroom. He
closed the door behind him by pressing his back curtly against it, then set the
bottle down on the small porcelain area beside the bowl of the sink.
He placed the cum-filled hand wrist down against the bottom of the sink, and
brought the cap of the water bottle to his mouth. He pressed his teeth harshly
against the plastic cap, and used his hand to spin it around in fast circles
until the cap screwed loose, precious water nearly raining onto his chest.

He spilled the water onto his palm, watching thankfully as most of it unglued
itself off his skin and down the drain. He removed his hand from the bowl and
leaned down, fingers brushing the cold tiled floor as he did so, and grabbed
the cool cloth of the towel he used this morning when he got out of the shower,
still damp. He bunched it into a tight ball and flicked it over his thighs, the
small amount of cum to have drizzled on them sticking to the damp towel without
much hassle.

He dropped the towel back to the floor, shooting his leg up when it nearly
landed on his foot, and he left the bathroom, door wide open and lights left
on. In his dorm he fell onto the bed, completely bare, and he almost wanted to
wrap himself in the waves of warm sheets, Taka's scent still lingering on them,
and drift to a dull sleep. He remembered that Taka was probably in his room,
flopped on his own bed but probably less nude, flushed face and warm skin
tangled in the sheets that carved out his form beautifully as he waited for
him, light glistening onto his chest and bruised neck.

Mondo found enough energy to heave himself up and pull the pair of underwear
that had fallen off his ankles into his sight, leaning back again to pull the
fabric onto his calves, up his thighs, and over his softening dick. Next came
his black pants, gliding up his legs, fabric wanting to connect to the sweat
that gathered behind his knees.

He reached his arms behind his head, fingers roaming the carpeted floor,
curling and searching for the tank he and Taka had twisted to the floor. His
fingers found contact with it before he brought his arms back over his head and
dropped the fabric onto his chest. He moved the tank top around in his hands a
few times before sitting up slowly, pushing the fabric over his head and down
his torso as he did so. When he stood up he wriggled his arms into the holes at
his shoulders and brought the hem between his fingers, tugging it where it
bunched at his belly to his hips.

He flaunted his hand through the objects strewn across the surface of his
bedside table until it found his room key and he reached into the drawer to
grab out the glasses, and he was at the door in no time, shoes shuffled lazily
onto his feet, face sinking when he realized it had been so much longer than
twenty minutes. He unlocked the door with a flick of the wrist, and he
discarded the key into his pants pocket. He copied Taka's previous actions of
turning his head quickly to glance down either side of the hallway, and he shut
the door behind to a soft close as he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway.

He shuffled away from his door and down the hallway, unaware of how heated his
body had gotten. He was thinking of the lingering kisses he would leave on
Taka's skin and how he would squeeze his limbs against his body and roll them
around in the sheets, Taka's face probably buried in a book as he forced
cuddles upon him.

He stopped himself in front of Taka's dorm room, the pixel nameplate of his
wild hair and even wilder eyes inflicting a grin upon his face. His knuckles
striking calmly against the metal of the door, and he pressed a jabbing finger
into the doorbell when he didn't get any response from knocking.

The noise of his knuckles echoed hollowly down the hall, bouncing off the walls
and into his ears, and his foot ricocheted quickly against the tile floor,
anxiety sweeping into him with every second he didn't answer. His knuckles
rapped against the door again, finding relief when he heard movement drift
through the door.

"Uh, Mondo," Taka's voice sounded strained and far away, his voice cracking in
Mondo's name. "The door's open you can - " Mondo pushed his hands to the
doorknob when he heard Taka wince deeply, but he remained, anxious and heated,
until Taka finished his words. "You can come in, if you want."

Mondo twisted the cold handle and twisted in, the door rumbling open, and his
eyes feasted on the sight of the room before him, searching for Taka's body,
curled and warm under his sheets. His bed was empty however, made and neat
although a small imprint bunched near the foot where Taka must of sat. The door
tapped close behind him, and he held a hand against the wall, holding himself
up as he lazily glanced his head around the prim room, trying to discern the
outline of Taka's body.

"Hey Taka," Mondo removed his hand from the wall, standing up completely, eyes
falling to Taka's black boots which were placed carefully next to each other
next to his bedside table, casting a red shadow against the default pink
wallpaper of the dorm. "Where are yah?"

He shuffled further into the room, and lifted his legs up to his hands,
removing his flat black shoes and setting them beside Mondo's boots. He allowed
his sight to stay on that, imagining the shoes become beaten and torn to
eventually falling apart, until they were replaced with shiny new shoes as
everyday he entered Taka's dorm, and their faces aged as they got older and
they still kissed and spoke and loved. He placed the glasses in his hand on the
clean surface of Taka's bedside table, bare of anything except a sleek black
digital clock.

"Oh, I'm in here!" Mondo nudged his head to the sound of Taka's voice, breaking
through the restraint it had before, realizing Taka was in the bathroom. "I'll,
uh, be out in a second."

Mondo allowed himself to Taka's bed, pushing his body carefully up onto it,
trying his best not to wrinkle the sheets and comforter Taka probably spent
minutes running his hands over to smooth out. "Yeah, I'll be here."

He shifted to his side, resting gently on the mattress and brought a pillow to
his face, inhaling deeply. He loved being in Taka's room, everything was
drenched in his smell and wherever he turned it swarmed his nostrils, and the
more he was in here it felt like Taka was burned into his skin and senses, and
what a magnificent feeling that really was.
He removed the pillow from his face, the case now warm from his hot breath
delving into it, and rested it behind his head, a waterfall of orange-y curls
sweeping on top of it. His eyes glared at the digital clock on the bedside
table, ten thirty four etched into the black screen in red blocky characters.
None of the rooms came with digital clocks, Monokuma assuming they should rely
on his announcements to track the time most likely, and he wondered just how
long Taka had probably shuffled through the several boxes in the storage room
to find the thing.

His eyebrows clung together when behind the door of the bathroom a breathy gasp
fluttered through, followed by a deep grunt from Taka's throat. He pushed his
head and shoulders up from the warmth of the pillow, becoming circumspect of
the morals of Taka's noises behind the door. Three minutes had passed by, the
alarm clock radiating ten thirty seven in deep crimson, and Taka hadn't made a
single noise until then.

Another gasp filtered through Mondo's ears and he was sitting up now, feet
pressed deep into the carpet, ears intent on observing the noises through the
door. Mondo's head was a hurricane, some thoughts shining through and then
fading away as he pondered, pondered if he should call to him, if he should
open the door, if someone was in there with him.

He was standing just past the bedside table, knees bent and shoulders tense,
when he remembered the erection Taka had flushed at against his pants when he
had squeezed his thigh. Oh, Mondo took another step forward, unaware of how
close he really was to the door, his ears entranced by the noises, Maybe he's
not done yet.

He rolled steadily on his ankles, feet from the door, when the clock reminded
it was now ten thirty nine, thirty six minutes from when Taka had retreated to
his room, key in hand. Mondo shook his head, still dragging his feet closer to
the door, that seemed like too much time for him to not have finished.

He turned his head slowly behind his shoulder, arm outstretched and brushing
the cold brass knob of the bathroom, eyeing the wrinkles where Taka had
probably sat when he first entered the room, then to the boots, shiny and
glistening on the floor. An array of loopholes aligned each side of the boot
outside of the tongue, and it must have taken many inpatient minutes to lace
them down and all the way up again.

Mondo hadn't even realized his knee was pressed against the door, his arm
twisted into his torso as his palm riddled the knob beneath it. Within seconds
it was too late, the door sweeping open under Mondo's weight, after all this
was a boys room and no lock remained to prevent an entering. He had tensed his
arm just in time to save the door from colliding against the wall behind it, a
foot stepping onto the cold tiles of the floor, and his vision was on Taka's
back before he registered he was in a bathroom.

Heat flushed into his body at the sight of Taka before him, across the room and
directly under the bathroom light, bare back facing him, a angular shadow
stretching down his back and up as one of his arms shook quickly at his side
wrapped around to his front. His pants were unbuttoned and halfway down his
ass, the curve of his ass pushing tight against the fabric that pooled around
his ass cheeks. Mondo's fingers clenched at his side and against the wall,
longing for Taka's body, to snake his tongue up his spine and spill into the
dimples of his lower back, to squeeze a hand each rounded ass cheek until a
pink hand print stained each one. Sweat gleamed in his lower back, glimmers
evident in the dimples and the crease of his spine. Rose reached beyond the
mound of spiky black hair and swept onto his shoulders and neck, and the sight
of Taka's bare ass, ripples spreading through the flesh of his ass cheeks as
his hand tugged at his front made Mondo groan, the noise crashing into every
crevice of the room.

Taka's back froze and tensed, arm that was shaking at his side and around his
front not daring to move, and Mondo noticed the rose that was splashed onto his
skin swirled to a dark red, spreading farther down his back and shoulders.
Taka's head spun to look behind his shoulder, black hair cascading over his
head and eyes. "M-Mondo! I- I ... I asked you to wait! It is disrespectful to
walk in on people without asking!" Taka pushed the fabric that was creased
around his ass up to his waist, the hand that was before wrapped around his
erection now wrapped around the fabric at his fly, trying to obscure his dick
even though Mondo couldn't even see it.

Mondo's mouth hung slightly open, cool air digging into his throat and tongue,
and he knew he should look away from Taka's sweat-slicked body, but goddamn it
he couldn't and he didn't want to. Taka's eyes still scanned him, shoulders
bouncing up around him as he took in and drew out deep breaths. "Shit, Taka,"
Mondo heard the door gently close beside him, a soft click erupting into the
room, and he hadn't even noticed he let go of the handle. Suddenly heat traced
it's way into the room, and the door didn't lock, but it was closed and it
seemed like it was a new barrier enclosing their warm bodies together,
convincing them to touch. "I-I jus' heard noises and then I was here and,
and..." Mondo heaved heavily, eyes still looking at the white fabric stretched
around his ass, wanting desperately for Taka to lose his grip and have the
fabric fall down completely to his thighs. "I'm sorry, 'kay? Really, I am. I'll
go, I'm goin'. I'll go back to my room."

Mondo turned his body, irises lingering to the corners of his eyes to long over
Taka's body for as long as he could, before stepping toward the door, finger
pads tracing the wall and around the door knob. He bent his head upward,
distressed at his eyes losing contact to Taka's body, and twisted his wrist,
feeling the metal turn in his palm. "No, Mondo," Taka's voice had grown louder
from when he rasped at Mondo's sudden entrance, and Mondo stopped his legs from
continuing any further. He took a step backwards, daring his gaze back at Taka.
"I don't want you want to go. Back to your room, I mean."

Taka's hand were pressed to his hips, and Mondo knew the button and zipper in
front of his pants were still undone, and he flushed at the thought of Taka
turning, cock exposed and erect below a tangled thicket of black pubic hair.
His fingers had let go of the half-twisted handle, instead settling against his
thigh. "Do yah want me to go back to yer room then?"

Taka's hips had turned slightly toward him, moving somewhere within his words,
although his hips were still curved inward enough that Mondo still couldn't
bask in the sight of Taka's erection. Taka's eyes were wide, seeming almost
fearful or offended by Mondo's coherent words, and how did he seem so calm
right now when he felt his arms quivering. "I don't know," Taka's lip was
between his pearly teeth, and Mondo felt heat streak over his face and
shoulders at how sexy that looked, adorned with wild, wispy hair and reddened
cheeks. "No." Taka sputtered out after several seconds had swept through the
air after his first words.

Mondo tilted his head at the curt statement, eyes flickering down his body
again, vision clinging to his perky ass before meeting the phenomenon of his
ruby eyes. "Why?" The word fumbled out between his lips, curiosity growing into
his deep lust.

Taka's mind was concocted with several things, notably lust, impulse, and
discomfort, but out of the things that were being stirred slowly into his
thoughts, none of them had to involve logic. "I don't know," Taka dropped his
head, eyes disconnecting with Mondo's violet irises, and distressed was
emphasized on his last word, webbed sternly in his quaking voice. Mondo pressed
his fingers deep into his thighs, Taka's arm releasing from the grip at his
hip, moving slowly to his front again, and Mondo couldn't prevent his hips from
rocking up when Taka's arm pulled farther away, bicep tightening, and then
closer again. The process was slow and rinsed itself over his body a few times
before Taka grumbled, "It's just really hard."

The fabric that rested over his hips loosened, wrinkles beginning to scatter as
it rode down slowly, the top of Taka's crack now exposed for Mondo's eyes.
Mondo's tongue flicked over his swollen lips, drinking in the slow, spaced out
movements of Taka's arm. "Yeh, I, uh, assumed that might o' been the case."

Taka's armed slowed and Mondo felt his back press to the wall, sliding down
until his thighs collided with floor, needing to do something with his body
before he attacked Taka with his mouth and teeth and tongue and hands. He let
his gaze flicker off Taka, and he noticed the white blazer hanging loosely
against the wall, obscuring a camera that he probably wouldn't of noticed was
there. "No, well yes, but I mean...It's not working." Taka's arm pulsed back
and forward at his front in quick strokes, biceps tightening as his grip
tightened.

Mondo's eyes screamed, and god how long had it been since he forced himself to
blink, and he swept his eyelids over his eyes, relief soothing the discomfort
of cool air nipping them. He forced his eyes open, and the fabric had fallen
down more, the image now almost mirroring the sight he had walked into. "What
are yah jerkin' to? I mean, what are yah thinkin' 'bout?"

A flick of red returned over Taka's shoulder, his eyes glancing back to Mondo
who sat tense on the floor, legs and eyes twitching. His arm slowed around his
cock, mind twisting to any thought it could latch onto. "Mondo, I-I can't
think." He hadn't been able to process any thought that appeared and vanished
in his mind since Mondo was against him as his back was forced to the wall.
"What did you doit to?"

Mondo turned his head away, red striking his cheeks, flashes of rough waves and
cherry lips sparking in his eyes. A bubblegum pink tongue swirling and long
pale fingers tugging also filtered through his mind and Taka did not need to
know he had rubbed his cock to the images of Taka's body bouncing in waves and
his cherry lips taking his hot cum between them. He turned his head slowly back
to Taka who had stopped his arm, thick eyebrows knotted together and concerned
etched in his features. "Er, don't worry 'bout it."

Taka's hips had curved toward him again and his arm was moving again, head
still tilted to where Mondo sat, but his eyelids had draped over his ruby eyes.
Images finally swarmed clear in his mind, desperately trying to dusk into
something that could bring him satisfaction. Mondo's hair swarmed in, tickling
his chest, as his lips swirled down his torso, teasing and slow in their path,
and his shoulders were broad and bright under his vision. His hips bucked
forward as he felt something spark under his hand and on his cock, hand
quickening.

Mondo tensed his body, heat flushing down at Taka's moan and the thrust of his
hips foward into his hand, and Taka's eyes were opening again, a shadow
dragging up his paled face as his jaw clenched. "Mondo," Taka gasped and his
hips were tilted enough toward him that he could see a blur of pink and nude
briefly behind it. "Could you take off your shirt? You don't need to."

And then red was swirled back into his milky skin, and he couldn't even believe
he asked such a question right now, but Mondo's fingers were already at the hem
of his shirt. Mondo couldn't disclose away the grin that sat high on his face,
Taka's gasp and sudden question bringing him to a conclusion of what he was
thinking about now. "Yeh, I can do that."

Taka watched as Mondo's fingertips pulled the white fabric up his chest,
muscles rippling into sight as the fabric glided up, until Mondo had to pull
his arm through the holes and over his head. He pulled the shirt over his hair,
completely loose from it's usual strict pompadour, and he bunched it into one
fist and onto the cool floor beside him. Highlights glistened in his abs and
pecs and collarbone, and brown contours dipped between each crease of muscle,
and Taka couldn't advert his eyes away. The few scars were pale and faded
against the rest of his skin, sticking out plainly along with the royal blue
smudge on his ribs. His V-line was prominent against his body as it lured down
under his pants and although he had felt each muscle dip and rise under his
nails and fingertips, the sight still forced the breath out of his burning
lungs.

His hips lurched forward again, and it was working as his hand still tugged at
his cock, but something was not coordinating right, because for every time
pleasure sparked it dimmed out shortly after. Mondo's eyes hadn't left his
body, and he shifted his body when he realized Taka's eyes hadn't fluttered
close like the last time, moving his gaze slowly off his ass that was now bare
and rippling with every moment, the fabric giving in to his hidden want of it
pooling around his thighs.

"Do you think you could-" Taka cut himself short, head falling backward and
raven hair washing over his shoulders, and his dick was in a brief cascade of
pleasure before it faded away. "Move your hips a little?" Taka finished,
lifting his head up to its previous position.

Mondo's hands slid down the walls and onto the cool floor beneath him,
flattening his legs out. He thrust his hips upward into the air, and brought
them down until his ass touched the floor and up again. His eyes focused on
Taka's darkening ruby gaze, shifting rapidly to his slow movements and down to
his cock in his hand. "Like this?" He shifted his hips into the air and plunged
them to the floor quicker, watching Taka's cheeks flood into a bright pink.

"Yes, that's great." Taka let out between quick strokes, and his mind was
coherent and going wild now, and Mondo's hips were quick and wild, his eyes
drifting up to his abs that clenched and unclenched with every peak of his
hips. His hips turned closer to where Mondo was thrusting up into the air, and
now he could see the outline of his dick as his hand raced over it.

Taka's reddened face contorted to a grimace when he lost it, the sensation his
hand and Mondo's visual provided fading off to discomfort. Mondo gradually
slowed his hips as Taka's eyes draped close, arm stopping but still squeezed
around the base of his cock.

Mondo had dulled his hips to a stop, sweat gleaming high on his chest as it
pounced up and down. A single drop of sweat glistened a shimmering white as it
pooled down the crease of Taka's spine, and Mondo watched it slide down his
smooth skin. He let his eyes trail away from the droplet and settle on Taka's
arm which was still clenched around his cock, obstructing his view from it. His
wrist was twisted at a awkward angle, and Mondo hadn't even thought before the
words spilled out of his throat and had entered into the air: "Do yah need
help?"

"It would be unmoral to, to..." Taka eyes still remained shut over his eyes,
and Mondo couldn't even look at him now, head leaning against the wall at the
question he dared to loom in the air. Taka's shoulders fell drastically, and by
the time he forced his eyelids open, Mondo had finally removed his head from
the wall. "Yes, Mondo, I do."

Mondo's eyes widened as they shot to Taka, a spark of purple turning into a
large violet blur. He shifted his weight up onto his knees, and then up again
as he stood up, one hand bracing against the wall as he balanced himself to his
feet. He took a few cautious steps foward, testing what would happen, if Taka
meant what he said, and Taka's eyes still glared at him and hips didn't curve
away as he continued his steps foward. His feet clicked lowly on the floor as
he moved and Taka's head moved with his eyes as Mondo stepped around him and
then in front of him.

Mondo dropped down and balanced on his ankles a few feet in front of Taka,
letting his eyes roam over his cock. It fell almost perfectly straight in the
air, pre-cum glistening high on a thick vein that traced down the side, and his
tip was a lovely bright pink, and Mondo knew lust fell over his eyes at the
sight of it. His hand was wrapped around the base, knuckles a creamy white as
he squeezed and Mondo reached toward it, offering a "Can I?"

Taka nodded slowly, looking down into the cape of peach and brown hair over
Mondo's face to catch a fleck of his violet eyes. Mondo pressed his palm over
the back of Taka's hand, fingertips grazing over the skin of his cock before
they fumbled around his fingers. The warm feeling of his fingertips against the
skin of his length brought Taka's head slightly backwards, a gasp nearly
escaping his throat. "I think you're twistin' too much. Here." Mondo ran the
bottom of his palm over Taka's wrist until it straightened out, and he pushed
Taka's hand up his cock and down back to his base.

Taka wasn't sure if it was how Mondo had positioned his hand on his dick or how
his fingers brushed against his cock when he pushed his hand against his own,
but the sensation rang through his cock. Mondo pushed his hand against Taka's
up his cock again, quickening gradually. "Is that workin'?"

His hand guided Taka's in long strokes down his dick, and Taka could feel his
dick twitch into his palm. "Yeah, that's, that's definitley working." Mondo let
his hand fumble around Taka's, still moving it up and down, before letting it
glide to his side. Taka had picked up at the position quickly and his hand was
gliding rapidly down his cock. Mondo leaned back, observing the motion, and he
was literally masturbating right in front of hisface.

Mondo watched lustfully, heat throbbing in his cock, his gaze twisting from
Taka's hand gliding over his cock and to his chest where the muscles beneath
the skin moved beautifully with his motions, and up to his crimson eyes and
reddened face before falling back down to his length. He almost needed to get
away, to trap his body somewhere before he stood and pushed himself onto Taka's
body.

"Taka," Mondo squeezed his hands into his back behind him, still crouching, and
pushed an ankle back so that he was farther away from Taka's body, hoping that
would prevent him from launching forward onto him. Taka's eyes slid open slowly
from where they were almost completely drifted close, hand still quick around
his cock.

"Yes, Mondo?" Taka breathed, quizzical as to why Mondo had shuffled his body
away. Mondo squeezed his hands further into his back, daring his gaze up to
Taka's eyes.

"Do yah think I can kiss you?" Mondo finally breathed out, flushing his eyes
down to Taka's cock that was twitching under his hand.

Taka's lips were still coarse and swollen from Mondo's lips and teeth, but the
offer would always be too grand to refuse, and he nodded his head up and down.
"Yeah, of course you can."

He watched Mondo shuffle his crouching body foward over the floor, expecting
for him stand up abruptly, for him to push his fingers into his hair and bring
his lips closer until they pressed deeply into his lips. Instead, he found that
Mondo's shuffling got closer and closer, his hands releasing from behind his
back. Mondo's shuffling rolled to a stop in front of him, and his calloused
hands pressed into his bare thighs, and he jumped from pleasure and surprise
when he felt Mondo's warm lips press into the sensitive underside of his cock,
before pushing over his pink tip, tongue barely connecting to the tip. His head
rolled back over his shoulders when Mondo's tongue left a slow, teasing swirl
around his flushed tip.

"M-Mondo, th-that's not, that's not what I thought you m-meant." Mondo pushed
his mouth off of the tip of Taka's cock, gliding his hands away from the soft
thighs they were wrapped around. He looked up at Taka's conflicted face, and he
noticed his head was farther back than it was before, and he knew Taka must of
lulled his head back at the contact. "Fellatio is unsanitary."

Mondo brought a hand behind his neck, fingers pressing circles into the heated
skin. Taka's arm had stopped at the first contact of Mondo's lips. Mondo pushed
his body back from where it was before he asked the question, fumbling for
words. "Taka, fuck, fuck, I shoulda been clear. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He brought his hands to the floor in front of him, balancing himself as he
stood up. Taka observed him from behind the hair that had fallen into his eyes,
vision scraping down his toned back as he turned on his heel. He paced the
front of him and then turned behind him, walking back to the other side of the
bathroom.

Taka felt a hand lash out and collide with warm, tan skin, and Mondo's arm
tensed as his hand squeezed around his wrist. Taka's head was tilted toward
him, the other hand still around his cock, and Mondo loved the look of
desperation in his eyes when he looked behind his shoulders at his face. Mondo
let his body travel backward when Taka lightly pulled his arm toward him.

"Mondo, that was really unsanitary," Taka's voice had a hint of a scorn, but
his voice was raspy and shaky and Mondo felt his body take another few slow
steps backward when Taka's arm pulled harder. "But it felt really good and my
hand is not working." He looked at Mondo who was now in front of him, ears
eager to hear the words Taka was going to release from his throat. "And it's
not breaking any rules." Taka was now no longer looking at Mondo as he spoke
the words that were driving Mondo crazy with anticipation, eyebrows flustered
together, trying to wiggle permission out of the low words. Taka was more than
anything tailing out his reason aloud, mind too twisted with lust and want to
promise it could keep his reasoning for very long. "I didn't ask you to stop,
not unless you wanted to."

"Hmm, Taka," Mondo was still standing still, but one hand was on Taka's hand
that was setted around his dick, pushing it off, and the other was digging into
his shoulder blade. His mouth was over Taka's shoulder, tongue moving in strong
circles around the bite mark he had left, a vivid lilac. It lingered down over
his collarbone, tongue and teeth marking the canvas under it. "Yah really are
somethin' tonight, huh?"

His hand squeezed around the base of his cock, giving a small pump, and the
hand that was on his shoulder blade slid and grappled at his waist, fingers
running into the crease of his spine as his lips traveled lower, legs lowering
his body gradually. Taka let out a shaky gasp when Mondo's wet lips curved
toward his nipple before wrapping his mouth around it. He enclosed his teeth
around it and tugged it around before spilling his tongue over it, swirling
ruthlessly. Another gasp entered the air when he discarded his tongue back into
his mouth, sucking harshly. Mondo let Taka's nipple go, and trailed his tongue
straight across his chest to the other one, poking into his lips as he pushed
them over it.

Taka let out a loud groan at the tongue and teeth on his nipple, and Mondo let
it fall out of his mouth. His tongue fell into the skin of his chest, stopping
to plant rough kisses before reaching Taka's toned abdominals, where his tongue
went wild trying to dip into every crease of muscle. The hand over his back was
just above his ass now, fingers delving into the dimples, and tongue flicked
into his navel and traveled down before stopping at the patch of black pubic
hair. His knees thumped against the floor as he let his body fall, and his
mouth was now at his thighs, the hand that was on his lower back snaking
between them to space them apart. His fingers latched around his thighs, nails
digging into the sensitive fair skin, and his tongue and teeth were swarming
over his thighs, curled hairs tickling his legs. A chorus of moans and deep
gasps rung through each corner of the room, and he had to have done this
before. A trail of kisses embarked up his thigh until his lips reached his
balls, tongue swirling momentarily around each one. One hand removed itself
around his thigh to grab onto the base of his cock, lifting it up as he raced
his tongue up and down the underside.

"Are you sure about this?" Mondo's voice sent smooth vibrations into Taka's
cock as he spoke, and more moans filled the room. Mondo's tongue and lips
rested against the tip of his cock, large eyes looking up at Taka, waiting for
his words.

"Y-Yes, please." Taka sputtered out, hands falling onto Mondo's hair and
clenching, bracing himself for what was going to come.

Mondo's hands were sliding up his thighs and were now tight around each ass
cheek, nails digging into the skin below. He opened his mouth and pushed his
mouth over Taka's cock, then back to his tip, every plunge of his mouth going
farther down over his cock. Mondo's mouth was hot and wet and so tight around
his dick as his cheeks hollowed, hands around his ass pushing his hips further
into his mouth as his tongue raced to flick short strokes over his dick. He
pushed his hips closer into his mouth with every time he plunged his mouth
deeper onto his cock, and he pulled his hips away every time he ran his lips
back to his tip, leaving a swirl around it before pushing his hips and plunging
down.

Taka's eyes squeezed close when he felt all of him inside Mondo's mouth,
unaware that Mondo was observing his face through his eyelashes as he whipped
his tongue down the side of his cock. Taka's tip was rubbing against the back
of his throat, and Mondo fought the urge to gag, before pulling his mouth back
and up to his base again, lips turning pale at their tightness around his dick.

"Mo-Mondo, th-that feels so g-good. D-Don't stop." Mondo's hands moved up and
down against his ass cheeks as he thrust his hips in and out of his mouth,
feeling the flesh ripple and move under his hands. Taka's dick twitched in his
mouth against his tongue, and he purposely sent a moan down his cock. Taka's
hands pulled harshly down on his hair, and the next moan was genuine as it
stroke down his dick.

Taka dared his eyes open and he felt pressure form in his stomach, Mondo's head
a blur as he forced it rapidly up and down his cock. Taka's pants were around
his knees now, and falling slowly to his ankles with every time Mondo forced
his hips forward. Mondo pushed his hands away from Taka's ass and pushed the
fabric bunched at his knees until it fell over his feet. Instead of racing his
hands back to his ass, they found themselves in the front of his thighs,
pushing harshly until Taka stepped out of the fabric. His feet clicked backward
as Mondo's hands still pushed, and Mondo let out a satisfied groan when the
warm skin on Taka's waist pressed into the cool porcelain of the sink behind
him.

Mondo's hands wrapped firmly around his ass once again, continuing the routine
of thrusting his hips into his mouth. Pre-cum was spilling into his tongue, and
the groans that erupted from Taka's throat made his eyes flutter close against
previously glancing up at Taka's face twisted in pleasure, a face he would
remember for weeks, loving that he knew Taka was in bliss by his actions. "M-
Mondo, you're, uhm, it's back again."

Taka had noticed the rise in Mondo's black pants, prominent as Mondo swayed on
his knees, and his fingers were pressed so tight against the porcelain of the
sink they were probably as purple as Mondo's eyes, and his head fell backward.
Mondo pushed his mouth off of Taka's cock, a string of saliva following, and
basked at the sight of Taka's now completely naked body in front of him. His
legs were toned and smooth, running perfectly into his thighs and curved ass,
before following to his torso and arms. "S'been there for a while." Mondo
pushed his mouth up onto Taka's pulsing tip, spinning his tongue in quick
circles, pressing his tongue harder against his tip when it rubbed at the
underside of it. He pulled his head slightly back, tongue lingering on his cock
before crawling back into his mouth. "S'easy to get a hard dick when yer mouth
is wrapped around the cock of the hottest piece o' ass around."

Mondo was just pushing his mouth back over his cock, fingers tightening around
his ass to push his hips forward, when the hands in his hair pulled him slowly
off his cock. He glanced up at Taka's flushed face, and his hands left his hair
to cup at his face, holding his head still. "Mondo, can I..." Taka fluttered
his eyes down, and Mondo followed his eyes with his own, his vision pooling
over his erction pressing into the fabric of his pants. "Help with that?"

Mondo leaned his head out of Taka's grasp, and pressed his lips and tongue to
his thighs, before pulling away. He pushed himself off his knees and onto his
feet, before standing slowly and completely up, pressing his hands to the sink
on either side of Taka. He tilted his head into the crook of Taka's neck, and
ran a single hand away from the sink and up Taka's bare hip and along his
chest, Taka wincing as his fingers touched the hickeys he left down his chest.

His lips sucked harshly at his neck, teeth biting at the flesh, before pulling
away. "Yeh, Yah can definitely help with that." He pushed his lips back into
his neck, ruthlessly making more bruises form at the surface of his sensitive
neck, and he reached his hand back to the sink behind Taka. He placed his hands
over the other's and pushed them onto his waist, before placing his hands back
at the sink. Taka webbed his fingers apart at the feeling of the warm flesh now
his to touch. The feeling of Mondo twisting his skin between his teeth rose a
groan from his throat, and he pressed his hands tight into his waist.

He slid his hands down his waist until the side of his palm caught on to his
waistband, and he wriggled his fingers underneath the fabric. He rubbed his
fingertips in circles until they slid underneath the band of his boxers, face
flushing when he began to slide his hands down, the fabric catching onto his
hand and following the trail. He felt Mondo's cock spring free as he pushed his
pants and briefs over his thighs, pressing harshly into his thigh, bare and
hot. Mondo thrust his hips forward in a sudden jerk, letting his cock graze
over the soft skin of Taka's thigh and back again, pulling his lips away from
his neck and moaning loudly. The rest of the cloth dropped to his knees, and he
shook each leg until it rolled down his ankle and off his foot.

Mondo pushed his body off of Taka slightly, a smirk tracing his face when
Taka's large, innocent eyes lingered down his body and widened at the sight of
his erect cock pressing into his thigh, most likely never seeing one aside from
his own before. Taka's hand moved up from the gentle caress they had on his
lower thigh, and he roamed his hand all the way down his length, before
wrapping the base and pumping shortly.

Taka moved his hand quicker, pulling it all the way down Mondo's length from
the base to the tip, feeling the veins between his fingers and under his palm.
Mondo jerked his hips unsteadily into his hand, and he squeezed slightly
harder, pumping in long strokes. His thumb glided over his tip as his hand
pumped forward and Mondo's head fell into his shoulder, teeth digging deep into
the skin, before he began to time the thrust of his hips with Taka's movements.

"Shit, Taka," Mondo brought his head backward when Taka's pace quickened even
more, hand gliding with ease down his cock. "Are yah sure you've never jacked a
guy off?" A groan rumbled out of his throat, and he flicked his tongue over the
red bite mark that stained his skin, just above the bruised bite mark he had
left on his shoulder from their actions earlier in Mondo's warm sheets.

"I-I've never done anything like that, I swear it." Taka spoke out after many
strokes and pumps, not daring his gaze up from his hand around Mondo's dick,
pushing the entirety of his concentration into his gliding hand. Taka's eyes
narrowed at the feeling of his own pulsing cock, saliva- slicked and twitching,
Mondo's skilled tongue and lips nearly had sent him over the edge before he
pushed his mouth off his cock. "I-I'm assuming you might h-have though."

Mondo's hips ground deep into his hand, holding back a curse as his nimble
fingers pulled. "Sex twice. Blowjobs- that's a lot to count." His voice rasped,
almost a growl and he felt Taka's cock poke lightly into his thigh as his hips
plunged forward.

He felt his dick twitch into Taka's palm, and a hand was again around Taka's
ass, squeezing harshly. His other hand was behind Taka's neck, black hair
falling onto it and tracing over the back of his palm as his moving arm forced
his head to shake lightly. He slowed his thrusting when he lowered his head
down into his chest, kisses leading back to his nipple. He rolled it between
his teeth, rougher than he was before, and when he heard the gasp from Taka the
hand behind his neck fled into his mouth. He pulled his head away without
soothing his nipple with his tongue, watching Taka with raw desire as his eyes
fluttered close, tongue sweeping between and over the three fingers in his
mouth. "Taka stop for a sec."

Taka gave a last pump at his cock before moving his hand away, letting it
squeeze around his hip, pushing his head back as Mondo pushed his fingers
further into his mouth. Mondo pulled his fingers out from between his lips,
pressing Taka's body close with the hand that was around his ass. So much bare
skin was touching now, smooth and soft, heat flushing to every point where the
two bare bodies touched. "Can I try somethin'?"

Taka's erection was now pressed against Mondo's inner thigh, Mondo's arm
pushing him foward bringing it there, and if he jerked his hips up, they would
be touching, and god it was already hot enough with the sparks surfacing his
skin where Mondo's body touched. "Wh-What is it?"

Both Mondo's hands grasped at his shoulders, fingers squeezing lightly as he
took a short step backward, watching Taka's thick eyebrows spurt closer
together. "Could you turn around for me?"

Taka complied, allowing the fingers squeezed into his shoulder blades to slowly
twist his core around, before his legs followed slowly. His back was toward
Mondo now, his vision only capturing the wall behind the sink, before a large
warm hand slid from his shoulder to the center of his back, lightly pushing
until his torso rested against the porcelain of the sink. The hand on his back
lingered into his hair and wrapped the strands tightly in his fist, forcing his
head down onto the sink, and he felt Mondo's thumb and pinky finger prod into
his ass cheek, the three fingers that had been in his mouth lifted up away from
his skin. "Mondo, what are you doing?"

"Nothin' without permission." Mondo responded, lowering his head into the
crease of Taka's spine, moving his body closer until he was pressed against
Taka's legs and rear. His tongue delved up his spine, in quick zig zags, Taka's
back arching into his mouth as his tongue raced over his skin. He pressed his
lips into the skin between his shoulder blades, nose poking slightly into the
skin above where his lips rested, and he brought the skin between his teeth,
tongue flicking over the skin it could reach while it remained between his
teeth. He let the skin go and dropped his tongue down the crease of his spine
once more, tongue delving into each back dimple before adorning it with a
gentle lingering kiss. Taka's hips rocked back when he felt a wet finger prod
at his entrance, and then up at the cold sensation it left.

"Taka, can I?" Mondo applied pressure to the middle finger rested at his
entrance, implying his wishes and watching Taka's back arch at the simple
movement.

Taka squeezed his eyes shut, his voice hilted at his throat. Taka didn't know
what to expect out of Mondo's actions if he complied, whether it would drive
him with pleasure or pain or desire, but he found that his head was trying to
nod beneath Mondo's hand that held it down. His curiosity of the sensation of
something being inside him proved to be the fuel that sparked the quaky "Yes"
that fumbled between his lips.

"Okay," Mondo stammered loudly, pushing his head further into the porcelain as
his saliva-slicked finger began to push slowly into his entrance. With the
second knuckle in, Mondo wriggled against his walls before curling and flicking
it back. "Fuck, Taka, I've never felt anyone so tight." Mondo released a groan
at the pressure clenched around his finger, pushing slowly until it was all the
way in, daring to curl it again and twist. Taka pushed his hips closer into his
hand, where in which Mondo pushed his finger out and then plunged it roughly
back in, finger curling when he felt his finger enter all the way.

"How are you holdin' up?" Mondo paused his finger from his movements, leaning
over Taka's body to hear his breathy words. He pushed his hand out of his hair
that was holding his head roughly against the sink and down onto his ass,
pressing his hips firmly to the sink. Taka lifted his head slowly, feeling warm
air swarm his cool cheek that was pressed down by Mondo's hand.

"It's weird, uncomfortable, but it doesn't hurt." Taka felt his hips lurch
against Mondo's still hand, eager to let Mondo make him feel something with his
skilled movements.
"It usually does feel odd at first. I'll make it nice, promise." Taka's back
swarmed with air as Mondo leaned his body off him, moving his finger slowly
inside him. His back arched up when Mondo's hand lifted and left a large, loud
rough smack on his ass, fingers squeezing around the flesh and moving it around
in his palm after. Another hard smack followed, causing Taka's body to heave up
and then fall back down into Mondo's hand.

Mondo's finger curled and uncurled as it thrust roughly in and out, and it
raced along Taka's walls pressing hard, searching for something. Taka began to
get used to the fast, steady movements of Mondo's finger, when Mondo's finger
curled and pressed roughly into something, causing his ass to arch high into
the air and his head to fall roughly back into the sink. A whimper escaped his
throat, and Mondo pushed his finger in jerky thrusts over the spot, gasps and
moans filling the air as his body shook against the sink from Mondo's hand.

White-hot pleasure surged through his body as Mondo pushed his hand quicker and
rougher into him, smacking his ass again. "Hmm, I'm thinkin' I found it. Can I
add another?" Mondo's voice was teasing and coarse, violet eyes watching his
fair back and sleek hair as it bounced up and down.

Taka tried to push his head over his shoulder, to look at Mondo's sweaty face
and rough body when he granted permission, but he found with Mondo's finger
delving into him, he was only able to let out a strangled cry. "Y-Yes, Mondo,
p-please!"

Mondo pushed his rapid moving finger out slowly, feeling how Taka's body
clenched around him as he did so. When he felt his finger pull completely out,
Taka could feel another wet finger prod at his entrance, twisting slightly as
Mondo pushed in, slow so that Taka could feel the new sensation inside. His
fingers pressed against his walls, rubbing hard into the spot which made Taka's
body lurch up against him, and he could feel his dick twitch with every choppy
noise Taka made from his touch. Taka was so hot around him, warmth seeping into
his fingers as he plunged in and out, pushing his fingers farther and rougher
inside him with each movement of his wrist.

Words were now seeping from Taka's incoherent desirable noises, and Mondo moved
his fingers quicker with every 'yes' and 'good' that ricocheted in his ears.
His cock was situated at Taka's soft, inner thigh, dripping with pre-cum and
slicked with sweat, and the occasional run it made across his thigh as his
upper body moved with Taka beneath him caused his fingers to tense and curl
inside Taka. Taka's body was on fire, core clenching with every anticipated
movement of Mondo's fingers inside him. His head bounced with his chest
grinding against the sink, and his cock was pressed up against his stomach,
saliva from Mondo's warm mouth sticking to his lower abdomen. He worried that
he was going to cum all over his chest and all over the sink, but Mondo's
movements distracted him from the distress.

"M-Mondo p-please c-can you..." His voice drifted off when Mondo slowed his
fingers, but roughening the plunges deep inside him, each one pressing hard
into his prostate, his body bouncing with each thrust inside him.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Mondo purposely lurched both fingers roughly into
Taka's prostate, desire flicking through his body as he heard the loud screech
Taka let out in response. "Is that what you want to say? You want to feel my
cock inside your hot tight ass?" Mondo raced his fingers inside Taka, keeping
the same rough pressure, the back of Taka's thighs slapping loudly against his
own.

Taka's eyes flew close, fingers latching for anything to squeeze while his body
shook violently. A series of groans and whimpers flung from his lungs, and
Mondo's hand raced up his back and latched back into his hair. "Y-Yes, Mondo, I
do."

Mondo pushed his fingers inside Taka in swirls, feeling Taka clench around him.
"Taka, you're so fuckin' tight." He gave a few teasing swirls before
continuing. "We'd need lube. We don't have any lube."

Taka let out a loan groan, not knowing if it was the pressure of Mondo's
fingers moving again or his disappointment. He could feel Mondo's dick twitch
as it rubbed against his thigh, and he pulled his head out of heavy waves of
desire and pleasure to muster some words to Mondo. "P-pull out. I have a-an
idea."

Mondo pushed his fingers wildly against Taka's prostate, relishing in Taka's
loud screeches before pulling his hand out, watching Taka's shoulders dip and
rise sharply. He took a step backward and Taka's feet prodded against the floor
from the loss of his structure, not even realizing how far his body had ridden
up the sink with Mondo's rough movements. He turned his body around, and he
suddenly felt the urge to drop at the stretched sensation between his thighs.
Mondo stood observing him, waiting for him to speak.

Taka took a step foward, closing the little distance between their bodies, and
he placed his lips to his jaw, pushing his hands between his arms at his sides
and to his upper back, his skin warm and stained with sweat. Mondo tilted his
head slightly back when Taka pushed his tongue onto his jaw, running along the
underside of his jaw from his chin to his ear. He tilted his head back forward
when he felt Taka's hair on his stomach, lowering himself to the floor, and
then his hair was against his thighs and his mouth was so close to his cock.

Taka looked up at Mondo through his eyelashes as he planted a kiss into his V-
line, and Mondo groaned at how large and innocent they were. His head rocked
backward when he felt Taka's hand snake around from his back and to his base,
giving it a slow pump before his lips pushed to the side of his cock, tongue
spilling onto it. Mondo's hands made fists into his hair, nails digging into
his scalp as Taka pushed his lips over his tip.

"Wait, Taka, yah sure?" Taka pushed his lips off his tip before his tongue
could make contact with his cock, and Mondo looked down at him, visions of
cherry lips taking cum resurfacing. Taka looked down before his eyes connected
to Mondo's again. "I know yah said it was, er, unsanitary."

Taka pushed his lips to the side of his cock, licking teasingly down a vein
before giving another pump to the hand around his base. He nodded his head
slowly up and back down, positioning his knees slightly over and pushing his
head in front of his cock, lips pressed slightly to it. "It's gross, but I'm
sure."

Taka opened his jaw and slid his head over his cock, pausing when he felt his
tip at the back of his throat, trying to get used to the feeling and to his
salty taste around his tongue. He pushed his head back, and when he pushed his
head down his cock again he reminded himself to move his tongue around his cock
before pulling back. He pushed his lips over his cock tightly, and Mondo pushed
his hips forward when he felt Taka begin to suck.

Mondo gasped at the feeling of his mouth, warm and wet and all over him,
fantasies becoming reality before him and it was just so much to handle. Taka's
head was slow and his tongue was in soft strokes around his cock as he pulsed
his head up and down his cock. He plunged his hips foward and the grunt Taka
let out pushed down against his cock in smooth vibrations. The hand that was
not around his base fell from his back and pressed into his hips in a attempt
to stop the movement of his hips.

His hand squeezed harder and pumped as he took his head off his cock, taking in
a deep few breaths and then pushing his mouth onto Mondo again. He struggled to
keep his jaw open so his teeth wouldn't scrape on Mondo's cock. He pushed his
head foward again, nearly getting all of Mondo's cock, and the hands in his
hair held him their firmly, gagging slightly as Mondo pushed the rest of his
cock into his mouth. He slid his head back and then up his dick again,
purposely looking up at Mondo when he only went halfway down, teasing his
tongue around the underside. "Taka, god."

Taka felt his body jump when he pressed his head too hard down as he pushed
away, his teeth pushing lightly into Mondo's cock, a growl escaping Mondo's
mouth above him. He opened his jaw wider before continuing the rhythm of his
head, hand giving a last pump. He squeezed his eyes shut, tongue frantic as it
raced to run over every part of his cock it could reach, before he pulled his
head back, Mondo bucking his hips at the lost contact.

Taka shifted from his knees to pressing his weight into his ankles, crouching,
before sitting on his rear on the floor. Mondo watched, cock pulsing, as Taka
lowered himself until his back was on the cold floor, body shivering slightly.
He slowly pushed his legs apart from how they were clamped against each other,
and his entrance was exposed to Mondo, cock erect into the air. "Mondo, try
now."

Mondo's cock pulsed at the sight of Taka underneath his view, stretched out and
so exposed, his eyes scanning over every plain of flesh it could. His dick was
covered in Taka's spit, still warm as it slicked his cock, and fuck he was so
smart. Mondo dropped to his knees in front of Taka, pressing his palms into
either side of the floor around Taka's chest, lowering his hips down until his
tip pressed against Taka's entrance. Taka's legs spilled around Mondo's hips,
and lurched his hands up into the small of his back, Mondo pressing a kiss onto
a hickey that was left on his chest.

"Are you ready?" Mondo pushed his hips into Taka, watching his face flush at
the pressure. His fingers were already buried into the skin at his mid-back,
and he pushed his hands further into the floor.

Taka's face was flushed with a vibrant pink, and his head pushed up and down,
adding justification to his nod. "Yes, please, I-I'm ready."

"Alright, I'm goin' in. Tell me if you want me to stop, alright?" Taka nodded
his head again, digging his nails further into Mondo's back as he began to
slide in with a grin and a grunt. Taka clenched around him with every inch he
slid his cock in, inch by slow inch, stopping his hips when he was pressed all
the way inside him.

Taka's mind scrambled to process the feeling of Mondo inside him, larger than
the fingers had been, and he lurched his hips upward, Mondo catching his hips
before they could plummet back to the floor, holding them roughly to his own.
Taka captured his bottom lip between his pearly teeth, a sweltering pool of
tears resting above his waterline. He was unsure if it was because of the
overwhelming fact that Mondo was finally pressed inside him or because the
feeling left a low, uncomfortable burn swarming at the new sensation. Either
way, the cause was leading him completely inordinate. He pulled out slowly,
watching to see if Taka's face contorted to discomfort, before he pushed slowly
back in again. "Hmm, yer still so fuckin' hot n' tight 'round me."

He pushed in and out again, letting his head fall backward onto his shoulders,
increasing his speed and pushing Taka's hips into him with each thrust. Taka
let out a low groan, and he angled his hips as he thrust quickly in and out,
waiting for Taka's body to writhe underneath him as he found his prostate. Taka
winced as his body began to shake against the floor from Mondo's coarse
movements, the bite mark Mondo stained in the skin between his shoulder blades
pushing into the floor.

Mondo removed a hand from his hip, the other one still pushing Taka's hips into
his cock, and he ran it down his leg until he wrapped it around his knee and
threw it over his bare shoulder. He thrust his hips in rougher, able to plummet
deeper with Taka's leg thrown over his shoulder, and Taka screamed his name
when he angled his hips just enough to brush over his prostate.

"There! Th-There! Mon-Mondo!" Taka's arms flung up over his back, leaving a
series of puffy pink scratches, and his back curled up at the contact. Mondo
flung his hips deeper and rougher, grinding his cock against the spot, Taka's
moans and screams flooding his ears. His hand that had thrown his leg over his
shoulder was now tight around his hips with his other hand, and a single drop
of sweat traveled slow down his chest.

Taka eyes had snapped close, nails now clung into Mondo's neck and scraping
down his back. His body heaved greatly with each thrust, each one sending
white-hot pleasure through his body. Mondo removed a hand from his hips and
onto his bouncing cock, pumping quickly in time with his rough, jerky thrusts.
Taka's body was shaking beneath him, unable to remain still with the pleasure
surging through his body, and he wriggled his hips from Mondo's hand, bouncing
them against his cock as he thrust into him.

The pressure in his stomach built, the combination of Mondo's skilled hand and
rough thrusts making his cock twitch, and he bit his lip, scratching down until
his fingers squeezed around Mondo's ass. Mondo's hands had let go of his hips
that were now bouncing up against him, and they raced up and down his chest,
one hand stopping to twist a hard nipple between his thumb and index finger.
Mondo grunted loudly as he felt the pressure build at the feeling of Taka hot
and so tight around him, and he paced his hand quicker down Taka's wet cock.

"M-Mondo! I-I'm going to cum! Keep go-going!" His nails had risen a slight
amount of blood in Mondo's lower back, and at the sounds of Taka's shrieking
cry he drove his hips wild and deep inside Taka, quicker than he had dared to
go before. Taka's eyes fell to the back of his skull at the pleasure of Mondo's
wild hips and coarse hand, and the pressure in his stomach was reaching a
intense climax. Then Mondo's cock was pulled out of him and pressing into the
underside of his own, and he felt his cock twitch in Mondo's hand, where he
pushed his nails deeper into Mondo's skin.

It took three jerky thrusts of his dick against his own and the rapid movement
of Mondo's skilled hand for hot cum to spurt from his tip and over Mondo's
hand, before making a final landing onto his own stomach. Mondo's hand pulled
the rest of his climax from his cock, before letting it drop from his tight
grasp, hips still pushing up against his cock with driving force. Long moments
passes as Mondo's hips furiously delved against Taka, Taka's body heaving up
with each movement, the cool sensation of the floor weaved delicately into his
skin. Mondo moaned loudly, distant yet rough, as he spilled onto his stomach as
well, shoulders shaking above him as he rode out his orgasm. "God, Taka!"

Mondo pushed his body off of Taka, pressing his side into the floor as he lay
next to him. He pressed his lips to his neck, leaving an array of butterfly
kisses, before moving his head away and over his face. Taka tilted his head
away from Mondo's face, chest heaving greatly as he struggled to catch his
breath, chest brushing Mondo's with each exhale."M-Mondo your mouth was just-
and mine was around your- and, and no, that's gross."

Mondo leaned his head down further murmuring a 'I don't care' against his lips
as he kissed him, once but long and hard as his tongue lingered slowly against
Taka's before allowing his body to fall beside Taka's. When Taka's face twisted
toward him he brought the back of his hand to his mouth, sweeping the small
amount of cum on his knuckles from Taka into his mouth. Taka's face both
flushed and grimaced at the image, and why had that been so hot, and the cum on
his stomach was beginning to stick to his inflamed skin. He slammed his head
against the floor curtly, and when Mondo gave him a quizzical brow he told him:
"The water's off. How am I going to get this off?"

He grinned at Taka's sudden frustration, stretching his legs out against the
floor, before turning back to his side, flinging his arm lazily across Taka's
chest, careful to avoid the white pool on his stomach. He pushed his head into
his shoulder, his arm rising with each heavy breath Taka took. "I don't think
you should worry about it."

"But Mondo! It's drying!" Taka pushed his shoulder up and down until Mondo
lifted his head, forcing his eyes to meet his. Mondo twisted his body until his
back lay flat against the floor again, before sitting up and resting his chin
in the palm of one of his hands.

"Fine. There's nothin' on me. I'll help yah out." Mondo's foot wriggled for the
fabric of his pants that had dropped near the sink, pressing his heel deep into
it and bending his knee until the pants and boxers were in his arm's reach. He
lunged for it and twisted the boxers out of the crotch of the pants, pushing it
slowly onto his legs.

"But how? The water is off." Mondo slid the underwear over his thighs and rear,
situating his hips back on the floor before reaching for the pants next to him.

"Yeah, in the dorms, who's tellin' they aren't on in other rooms. My best bet
is the kitchen sink is workin' jus' fine." Mondo pulled his pants up onto his
waist, palms then resting against the floor as he glanced at Taka, bare and
still against the floor.

"I don't think so, Mondo. Monokuma just said the water is off at night,
implying that the water is off everywhere in the building." Mondo leaned down
and pressed a soft kiss to Taka's sweat-slicked forehead, before pushing
himself to his feet and standing up.

"S'worth a shot. Unless, of course, you'd rather have me lick it off." He spun
his head slightly to glare at Taka, and noticing the grimace scorched into his
face at the suggestion, he grinned, shaking his head lightly side to side.
"Where are yer wash cloths?" Mondo opened a small drawer beneath the sink,
unsurprised to find that it was organized in neat sections, still rummaging his
hand through anyway.

"One down." Mondo removed his hand from the drawer it was rummaging through,
pushing it close with a unintended bam. He flicked his hand down a drawer,
pulling it open and dipped his fingers into the first piece of cloth it felt
and pulled it out before pushing the drawer closed. He glanced down at the
emerald green wash cloth in his hand, bunching it into his palm.

"I'll be back." Mondo blew a gentle kiss toward Taka's still body, turning on
his heel, the pads of his feet clicking against the tiles as he prodded out. If
anybody was in the hallway, Taka worried it would be too obvious what Mondo had
been doing. His pants hung loosely at his hips and his hair knotted around his
head and neck, dozens of pink scratches adorned his neck and sides and his body
still gleamed with sweat, shining bright against red swollen lips.

Taka's body still heaved for long moments, lazy eyes still resting at the door
Mondo had left close behind him. He forced an exhausted arm off the floor and
over his head, his insides still on fire. With his eyes falling close and his
chest taking in rapid breaths, he suddenly remembered what Mondo spoke to him.
Sex twice. Blowjobs- that's a lot to count.

He hadn't even realized his face had flushed when he remembered the feeling of
Mondo's tight mouth, and the teasing foreplay he lingered before that. It
seemed nearly unlikely that Mondo hadn't always been that good, so enjoying of
the vulgar act. The air swirled around him, incoherent thoughts spurring
through his mind, his back and thighs shivering against the floor. He hadn't
dared to move his body in the slightest, fearing the sticky substance on his
stomach would spill further onto his torso if he did.

He allowed his breathing to slow, pushing his arm off his head where the sweat
that rested there stuck to his arm. As the minutes drove by, slow and strangely
loud, his mind for the first time in hours began to swarm less, and thoughts
more than yes and good and please more triumphed through. His head rang
slightly and his lips stung as air pushed over them, and he could still taste
Mondo in his throat, and god, he just lost his virginity to a biker. He allowed
his glance to shift from the closed door to his blazer which was thrown over a
camera, before he winced, delaying his reaction of 'Sex twice. Blowjobs-that's
a lot to count.'

His mind swarmed with the vision of a man, buff and handsome with dark hair
that traveled far down his back, his head tilting back as Mondo lowered his
head down his chest, and when Mondo's head came back in sight he was licking
his mouth- Come back tomorrow. He felt his body shiver at the thought of Mondo
never wanting his intimacy, grimacing whenever he begged him to touch him in
ways he'd never been touched before because he'd had so much better.

When he opened his eyes Mondo had entered the room, not even aware of his body
towering over him as he watched his face sink and twitch, his thoughts too loud
to hear anything above them. Mondo sat on the floor before lowering his body
beside Taka, and Taka forced his head to look at him when he felt a warm cloth
at his neck. Mondo tilted his head, watching Taka's eyes observe his actions.
"Are yah alright?"

Taka pushed his arm under Mondo's neck and bent his elbow until his fingers
tangled at the strands of his hair. "Yeah, I'm fine. So the water was on?"

Mondo pushed his hand that had the washcloth against his shoulder, pushing it
down his chest and toward his stomach. "No. Yer so smart Taka yah called it.
But there was a pack of water bottles on the counter, and I used them."

Taka nodded his head, Mondo's arm pushing down his chest until he was dabbing
the cloth at his stomach. Mondo pressed a kiss into the side of his head,
popping slightly as he pulled away, before he pushed another three to his
cheek. He then leaned his body up, watching the hand at his stomach wipe away
the mess he left on it. "Mondo," Mondo moved his eyes away from the cloth,
looking at Taka's face, which had a semblance to the expression he had
plastered on his face when he had walked in. "Could you explain to me what you
said earlier?"

Mondo grinned, pushing his lips to his cheek again, reminiscing of the vulgar
things he had spouted at him, watching innocent eyes twist to desire. "Which
part?"

Taka's mind swarmed with everything Mondo had muttered to him, his thoughts
racing to remember exactly when Mondo had shared the information. The cum on
his stomach was wiped off nearly half way, Mondo wiping it away in short wipes
and light dabs. "When, uh, when my hand was, you know, and your hips
were...yeah."

Mondo shook his head slightly at the hesitance in Taka's words, how his cheeks
crashed with pinks and reds. "Taka, if yah did the deed yah can say what it
was. I know what yer talkin' 'bout now. Are yah sure yah want to know?"

Taka dared to push his head up, pushing his lips onto Mondo's mouth, feeling
him push his lips back and brush his tongue over his lips. He pulled away,
lowering his back to the floor again. "Yeah, I do."

Mondo sighed deeply, pushing his hand across his stomach for the last time as
the remnants stuck to the cloth, before pushing it to the floor and flinging
his arm across his torso. He looked up at Taka, running a smooth finger
teasingly up and down his chest. "Alright. If yah wanna know, I'll tell yah.
The first time I had sex it was with a girl. She was nice, a sister of one of
Daiya's friends, she came 'round the house a lot. I was just a hair over
fifteen, too young to even be considering anythin' like that, y'know." Taka
nodded, listening intently to Mondo's low words, drinking in all the
information. "She was a pretty girl, and we used to talk a lot in my room while
our brothers spoke about the gang downstairs. I was at the peak of being
sexually confused, still denying what I knew was true, and when she made the
first move I thought that maybe if I did that I would prove to myself that I
wasn't, y'know. It didn't work obviously, I think the only reason I got hard
was because I was lookin' at a guy's underwear ad before."

Mondo shook his head and grinned, recollecting the moments in his head, before
looking at Taka again, who's gaze was focused on the finger trailing down his
chest. He pushed his finger away, pressing his lips to his chest and pulling
slowly away before continuing. "It was awkward, neither of us really knew what
we were doin', just pretendin' we did. And you wouldn't believe it, Taka, I
seen her again after that. But she was in the back of a restaurant holdin'
hands with a pretty curly-haired girl named Ayuna. Everyone stared at them like
they were atrocities, and I stared at them because she never looked so happy
and so brave, man her eyes were glowin'. When I talked to her she introduced me
to her with such pride, and she told me that night she had only made a move
because she was just tryin' to force herself to be who she wasn't and she had
regretted it after, and if I could turn back time I'd tell 'er I felt the same
way, but by then I was still denyin' it."

Taka sat up quickly when he felt Mondo's body scurry away, finding relief when
Mondo was just reaching for his pearly pants and boxers that were a few feet
from their bodies. He pushed his body back when his hand had just grappled the
fabric, turning to Taka and situating an arm on his leg. "This is where it gets
cringy." He pushed Taka's foot into the leg hole around his boxers, leaning
over his body to put his other ankle through the other hole as well.

"After Daiya died I was a mess. A real fuckin' mess." Taka had almost asked
how, how the brother he had mentioned on so many occasions found the end of his
fate, but before his voice rumbled from his throat he pursed his lips together.
"I was sad and sexually confused and I had a lot of responsibility with
handling a huge gang. There was this guy in the gang, one Daiya and I had never
really paid attention to, he held no important rank really. And I remember
thinkin' one of his parents hadda be from somewhere that wasn't Japan, the
Americas or somethin', 'cause his skin and hair and nose were so damn exotic."

Taka deepened the purse of his lips, trying to not let envy strike him as he
spoke of the other man, after all envy was scornful. Mondo noticed the awkward
face he was straining, lowering his head and forcing his mouth over his until
he felt his lips fall out of the purse and into his mouth. He pulled away,
watching Taka's face return to it's normal stern expression.

"Anyway, it was just him and I one night while we were cleanin' the bikes up,
and he musta been sad and confused too. One thing lead to another and before we
knew it we were sneakin' around everywhere durin' the day, usually in times of
stress, and yah can assume what we did durin' those times. And after three
months of givin' each other handies and blowies, I was finally able to come
clean with myself. Lift your hips up, Taka." Taka's underwear were up around
his thighs, and an ache surged down his legs when he lifted his hips off the
floor, Mondo pushing the fabric up over them, still patient for Mondo's words.
"We had only had sex once though, and that was toward the end of our, er,
arrangement. His brother musta seen the hickeys on his body and gotta answer
outta him. That's where this-" Mondo let go of the pants he was pulling up to
Taka's knees, pushing his palm over the back of Taka's hand and bringing it to
the long scar that curved into his lower abdomen. Taka pressed his finger into
it, running it smoothly along the entirety of it, looking back up at Mondo. "-
lil' beauty came from."

Mondo pushed Taka's pants up onto his thighs, watching Taka wince as he lifted
his hips again, and when the band was up by his waist he fumbled for the button
and zipper. "Well, what happened to him?" Taka pressed his finger harder into
the scar it was tracing, fearful yet impatient for the answer.

"Don't worry, I didn't hurt 'im too bad. Actually, I wasn't even the one who
hurt 'im. I refused to fight 'im. My best friend at the time, Yukimaru, was the
one who got 'im. 'Course, he demanded why some random dude decided to attack me
with a fuckin' knife afterward. Yah woulda laughed yer ass off at the very
long, very awkward conversation we had after that. He ended up bein' one of the
first people I came out to." He had just pushed the button through the hole in
the opposite of the fabric, Taka's pants now completely on. "Anyway, as far as
I know he recovered fine and he got married and they had a lil' girl. His
brother, the one that I, y'know, moved out of the country. He told me that his
mother wasn't doin' too good. I think they had different ones, mothers I mean.
His brother seemed to be fully Japanese."

Mondo cleared his throat, leaning his body back to the floor, where Taka was
already laying. He pushed his arm under Taka's shoulder and over his upper back
and shoulder blades. He used the arm strewn across his back to bring Taka's
body closer to him, his head pressed deep into his shoulder, before he moved
his other arm around his hips.
He allowed his hand at his shoulders to slide gently up into his hair. He
brought his nose into it, inhaling deeply, and he loved how the hair tickled
his mouth and nostrils. A few seconds passed, and then minutes swarmed in, and
Taka hadn't moved at all beneath his arms. He pushed his head away and then his
shoulders, trying to see if Taka had fallen into a gentle sleep on the floor,
but found large ruby eyes wide open and enchanting his vision. Words fumbled
out of his mouth, drawn out and weighed down, but he still listened carefully
to each one.

"My parents didn't allow girls at our house. They didn't know girls weren't the
problem, and they didn't ask so I didn't tell them. Thankfully they never did,
so I never lied to them, never broke that rule. I denied my sexuality for a
while, mostly just casting it to the side to deal with later rather than
identifying it as a lie. My grandfather was very strict on morals and rules and
grades, and I focused on that instead, and then I really began to get a passion
for it. I was lucky enough to have that as a distraction, especially
considering it would take up a majority of my time." Mondo lowered his body
downward until his face was parallel with Taka's, removing the hand from his
hair to his cheek.

"But I remember there was this boy, and his eyes were such a dark brown they
were nearly black, and he was openly gay in our school, or he was after
somebody let it slip to a fellow ear. He was teased a lot, my fellow classmates
could sometimes be inconsiderate. He wandered the halls a lot during class
periods, and sometimes he didn't even have a pass in his hand. I pretended not
to see him those days, that I was watching a different hall, and I hoped so
hard that nobody noticed. And nobody did, except him. I wasn't well liked, that
should be kind of obvious. One day when he noticed I was pretending not to
notice him in the halls during lunch period, he followed me and tapped my
shoulder." He poked a single finger at Mondo's side as he said that, watching
Mondo press his head slightly closer to his.

"He waved his lunch bag in my face, and mine was in my hand as I patrolled the
halls. We sat down and ate, and I hoped the whole time that he'd lean over and
kiss me, or that I'd find the courage to kiss him, even if it was against
public morals and the school rules. We didn't talk the whole time and the kiss
didn't happen. That's it, really. I never seen him in the halls or in my
classes after that. I don't know if he moved or transfered or what he did."
Taka pressed his fingers against Mondo's side, heat flooding his finger tips,
and Mondo's lips broke to a gentle grin as he watched him.

"Why'd yah tell me that?" His voice was gentle and weighed down desperately by
his breath, but Taka heard him perfectly. Mondo pushed his lips against the
ball of his nose, and then to the space between his eyebrows.

"Because you told me something you've never told me before, something you
probably want to keep private. I thought I'd do the same." Mondo pushed his
body up and away from Taka, lips resisting to stay glued to his face.

Mondo pushed himself up into a crouching position and then pushed himself
further until he stood, looking down at Taka. He bent his back over and
straightened his arm out above him, fingers wide spread and palm outright. Taka
lifted his arm up and pressed his palm into Mondo's fingers sliding through the
gap between Mondo's. Mondo pushed a hand into his shin as his other pulled Taka
slowly but surely to his feet.

Taka balanced himself shakily against the floor, a dull ache evident in his
thighs and deep into his hips. Mondo lurched a hand against his back, holding
his posture slightly up. "C'mon, you're tired."

Taka followed his feet slowly behind Mondo's, stopping them when Mondo leaned
his hand foward and opened the bathroom door in front of them. Taka's feet hit
carpet, and he heard the bathroom door click close behind them. He noticed
Mondo's shoes set neatly beside his boots, and he grinned a similar smile to
Mondo's at the sight. His feet trudged slowly foward, pushing up against the
carpet as a odd noise erupted from beneath them. He felt Mondo's hands on his
shoulder blades, a thumb caressing the bite mark between his shoulder blades, a
index finger pressing into the bruised one at the front of his shoulder. Then
they were pushing his torso down onto the sheets, and he had barely registered
the new wrinkles that had formed in them while he was away.

Mondo watched the front of Taka's body delve into the sheets, new wrinkles
blooming around each limb that spread out over them. The digital clock released
one fifteen in crimson numbers, and the red glare reflected brightly off one of
the lenses of the obnoxious glasses he had set beside it.

Taka opened his eyes when he felt weight lower his body into the mattress
beside him, and Mondo was there glaring at him, the glasses adorning his nose.
A smile broke through onto his lips, followed by bright teeth and rumbling
laughter. "I forgot about them."

He gasped lightly at Taka's adorable laugh spreading into the sheets and into
the air, and pink adorned his cheeks and neck. He glided the glasses off his
head, pushing his arm over Taka's still body, and dropped them in their
previous place on the bedside table. He pushed his body forward, guiding a
blanket over his and Taka's body, and he glanced at the smudges of blues and
purples against his skin, evident and so clear against the bright white of the
sheet. "Are you staying? I thought you were going back to your room."

Taka's eyes were closed as he said that, the pink that had stained his face and
neck for hours finally draining away. "I was thinkin' 'bout it. But yer goin'
to need me to get yah somethin' from the storage room to cover those bruises in
the mornin'. I might as well be here. And I'll leave yer room for mine after
everyone else has left for the meetin'. It won't look too odd, I never get
there on time anyway."

Taka's breath had slowed to a normal pace when Mondo pushed his arms around his
waist and brought Taka's head into his chest. He hadn't opened his eyes, the
sting his water lines had endeavored from his tiredness soothing away the
longer his eyelids remained shut. Taka's next words were not completely studied
before he said them, even if they were entirely honest, the equivalence of sore
limbs and a spinning mind and tiredness. "Okay." Taka pushed his head deep into
Mondo's bare chest, long eye lashes brushing his chest as he did so and Mondo's
arms fell completely slack at his next words. "Mondo, I think I love you."

Something twisted in Mondo's chest at the probably mindless words that loomed
into his ears. The longer he laid his body to rest against the mattress and
against Taka he could feel a shallow pain lure into his abs and hips. He hadn't
heard the words nor spoken the words since before bright head lights collided
with swirling violet eyes on black pavement, and the words took nearly no
effort as he spoke them, just holding effort in not changing think to know. "I
think I love you too, Taka."

And in the morning Taka woke Mondo up ridiculously early to find something to
cover up the bright purples and reds against his fair skin, and Taka walked in
jerky steps and it never seemed his hips could ever keep up with his legs. And
by the time Mondo had actually showered in his own room, hot water stinging
deep red scratches, and he reached the cafeteria Monokuma called for a assembly
in the gymnasium where the rule 'You can not purposely cover up existing
security cameras' was added to the student handbook. And Mondo then stayed two,
six, eight, twelve, fifteen nights in Taka's room before Taka one night entered
the room by himself, salty tears leaving what he swore were permanent stains on
his traumatized face.

And by fifteen more nights the room was completely devoid of either of the two
- all except for the glasses Mondo always left on the bedside table.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you to anyone who actually read this shit storm of a fan fic!
     Sorry if the ending was hella depressing, but I thought it was a way
     to end it without it being awkward so yeah...
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