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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      七つの大罪_|_Nanatsu_no_Taizai_|_The_Seven_Deadly_Sins
  Relationship:
      Ban/King
  Character:
      King, Meliodas_(Nanatsu_no_Taizai), Diane_(Nanatsu_no_Taizai), Ban_
      (Nanatsu_no_Taizai)
  Additional Tags:
      Blood_and_Gore, Canon-Typical_Violence, Mild_Language, Oral_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Deepthroating, Power_Bottom
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-14 Words: 2310
****** That Hurts, You Know ******
by Neonna
Summary
     Meliodas asks King to search for Ban who hasn't come back during a
     night of drinking.
Notes
     Alright perverts, are you happy? I certainly hope so because you
     asked for a Ban/King fic, and you got one. I wrote this around five
     times, in five different ways in order to finally come out with a
     serious version. In the end I'm pretty happy with the way this turned
     out, and I hope you are too. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
                             That_Hurts,_You_Know
Everyone was drunk. That shouldn't come as a surprise to King with a Captain
who owns a tavern, and Ban whose very pores would absorb alcohol if nature
would allow it. Yet, it does. Ban, and the Captain were the worst ones, but
Diane was never far behind. By comparison, King was practically sober, never
wanting to make a fool out of himself in front of Diane, not that it mattered
since the giant was long passed out, curled beside the Boar Hat.
“King,” Meliodas said. With his face so flushed, he always spoke with amazing
coherency. “Would you go check on Ban? He hasn't returned yet.”
Ban had left some time ago to take a piss in the woods. Knowing him, he had
probably just passed out somewhere. King drew a long sigh, but didn't go
against Meliodas. With his pillow held close to his stomach, King floated
lazily through the air, his front parallel to the ground. He drifted in between
the trees without much hope of finding the regenerating human. Even if he did
call out, would Ban hear him? He had been held captive by the Holy Knights. Why
was the Captain even worried? Then again, King supposed that even he wouldn't
survive a drowning if he happened to take a tumble into the river.
King heard it before he saw it - Ban's incorrigible snoring. The sound wafted
up to him like a bad smell, and King drifted towards the source. Ban had
managed to pass out in the middle of a small clearing in the trees. It wasn't
really a small clearing, but a space big enough to fit his tall frame. He was
sprawled on his back, mouth hanging open, and a trail of drool working its way
down the side of his face. His pants were unbuttoned as though he had just
managed to pull them back up over his hips before collapsing.
King floated closer, but hovered just out of arms reach. Pulling his chin up to
rest on folded arms, King called his name. No response. Why was he surprised?
He tried again, daring to lean in a little closer. He had made a mistake. With
awe-inspiring swiftness despite his condition, Ban snatched King's pillow, and
rolled with it. King remained in the air with two hands still gripping his
pillow, even as Ban turned onto his side, clutching it tight to his front.
Another snore disturbed the silence of the woods.
A frown broke out on King's forehead. He gave the soft material a sharp tug,
but it held fast in Ban's grip. He was getting drool all over it.
The wretched sound of flesh being pierced was sickening, and yet oddly
satisfying at the same time. King floated out of range of the blood as it
splattered everywhere, coating the green foliage around them in red. Ban jolted
upright, and opened his mouth, maybe to scream, or cry out, but blood rose in
his throat, and he coughed to heave it out of his airway. King stood on the end
of Chastiefol with a bored look on his face, even as its long blade penetrated
clear through Ban's chest.
Ban heaved a shaky breath, and when he spoke, his voice was strained. “What the
hell, King? What was that for?”
King shrugged.
Ban coughed again, regurgitating another mouthful of blood. “Would you remove
it? This hurts, you know.”
“You really should learn to be more careful, Ban.”
Ban raised his fist, and King tensed. Ban used to backhand him all the time.
When he snatched up King's ankle, the fairy couldn't contain a cry of surprise.
He was yanked unceremoniously up Chastiefol's length until the taste of copper
rang through his mouth. Ban's tongue was wet, and strong as it pushed past
King's lips to swipe against his own. He was held for a moment, eyes wide, and
unable to process what was happening.
When Ban pushed him away, and into the air, Chastiefol came with him, releasing
its brutal hold inside of Ban's chest with a squelch of mangled flesh. As Ban
coughed again, gasping as his wound closed, King's hands were already over his
mouth. His brain seemed to have short-circuited.
Ban stood, stretched, and rolled his shoulders. He cracked his neck, and wiped
the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“If the Captain sent you, tell him I'm fine,” Ban said with a wave of his hand
as he began to walk in the opposite direction of the Boar Hat.
King sputtered for a moment before his voice unlodged itself from his throat.
“Where are you going?”
“To wash up in the stream, duh.”
King floated behind Ban, his fingers stroking along his own lips. The taste of
Ban's blood had been overpowering, and still coated the inside of his mouth. A
rush of feelings assaulted him: confusion, disgust, surprise, but there was
something else too. Something he didn't quite understand, but it had him
trembling.
“Are you gonna watch?”
King jerked himself from his thoughts to see that they had arrived at the
stream. Ban had pulled his ruined shirt over his head, and was fingering the
waistband of his pants as he waited for King's reply. Blushing crimson, King
turned to face away from the other sin. As the pillow that was Chastiefol found
a place under his rear-end, King tried not to listen at the sound of rustling
as Ban pulled his pants off, and discarded them. He waited until there was a
splash, a gasp, and some complaining about how cold the water was before
turning back around. Ban was submerged waist-deep in the water, and panting as
he stared at the flowing surface.
“What are you doing?” King asked.
“Shut up. It's cold,” Ban complained. He drew a few more deep breaths before
throwing his entire body forward, submerging himself fully for a moment before
coming back up. Ban shivered once more before beginning to splash water over
himself, rinsing off his blood.
“You should at least wash your face,” Ban said. “It's all bloody. Your clothes
too.”
King looked down at himself, and confirmed what the fox sin said was correct.
His clothes were not drenched in red, rather it appeared as though he had a
mild nosebleed. King stripped himself of his shirt, and floated over the water
to dip his hands in, and splash it on his face. After a few more moments of
silence, King couldn't take it anymore.
“What was that?” King snapped.
Ban stared at him, appearing to connect the dots before tilting his head back
to grin a wide, toothy grin. “What was what?”
“You know!”
“Sorry, can't help you.” Ban scooped water over his shoulders, and strained to
look to ensure his back was clean. Seemingly satisfied, he made his way back
towards the shore. King watched him emerge from the water until the round
cheeks of his ass became visible before he flushed deep red, and turned away
again.
“You're doing it again!” King said. “You're going to make me say it, aren't
you? Why did you kiss me?”
“You can look now.”
When King turned back around, and opened his mouth, he wasn't sure what to say.
Ban had pulled his pants back on, but left the button undone. He was wiping the
water from his skin, and hair with his hand.
“Look,” Ban said. “I don't really know why I did it. If it bothers you just
forget about it.”
King had lost it. He had gone insane because that was the only way he was able
to explain it to himself afterwards. All he knew was at that moment, he didn't
know how he felt about Ban's kissing him, but some part of him wanted to know
for sure. He flew close to Ban, hovering with their faces inches apart. The
thief started at King suddenly so close to him that he took a step back. Ban
opened his mouth to say something, but the words were drowned as King's mouth
covered his own.
Like King, Ban stood in shocked silence while his brain caught up to reality.
When it did, the fox sin let out a low, loud moan that made King flush all the
way down to his collar. Ban reached for the fairy, pulling him down out of the
air, and against him.
“Now let me get this straight,” Ban said with a wide grin. “That wasn't an
accident. Are you sure you can handle me, King? Because once I get going,
there's no stopping. You got that?”
Ban didn't wait for a reply. He flopped onto his back on the ground, and pulled
King down on top of him. Ban eased King's legs open by spreading his own, and
yanked him down for another kiss with a hand at his nape. As Ban's tongue
invaded his mouth without the taste of copper this time, he ground up into
King, and was rewarded with a soft moan. The kissing, and the groping only
appeased Ban for a while before he was tugging King up his body. The fairy
flushed again while Ban maneuvered him to straddle his chest. He worked his
fingers into King's waistband, and paused with his mouth open, and his tongue
lolling out the side. Ban didn't appear to be waiting for anything in
particular, rather his eyes scraped across King's body above him in a way that
made him feel as though he were completely naked.
Ban pulled the front of his pants forward, and down, freeing his half-hard
cock. King struggled with his balance as he was pushed forward by firm hands on
his ass. To keep Ban's face in his line of sight, King was forced to lean
backwards even as his dick bumped Ban's chin. Typical in most things he did,
there was no hesitation as Ban took the entirety of his length into his mouth,
and rolled it with that tongue of his. Embarrassment gone, King threw his head
back, and moaned. He felt Ban smile against his skin, but he was suddenly
beyond caring. He felt himself growing hard inside of Ban's mouth, and as he
did, he was pushed forward still. The flared head of his cock hit the back of
Ban's throat, and King instinctively pulled his hips back to avoid choking the
other sin, but Ban had different ideas. He gripped King's ass tight, so tight
he couldn't move. The mouth around him contracted, flexed as Ban swallowed
once, then twice. On the third swallow, he eased King forward again, and tilted
his head back to make it easier for him to take King's cock down his throat.
Oh god, King couldn't take it. The ridges of Ban's mouth were slightly rough,
but his throat was unused, soft, and velvety. The muscles in his thighs
quivered with the strain of holding himself back, of not giving into his
instincts, and fucking that throat. With Ban holding him still with one hand,
his other reached up to King's chin. He felt thick fingers tap at his lips, and
King parted to allow them into his mouth. As King sucked on the fingers, Ban
continued to swallow around his cock. The lack of movement wasn't enough to
force King over the edge, but it was making him antsy. He let out a soft whine
against Ban's fingers. Ban couldn't answer him, but he withdrew his fingers,
and plunged his clean hand down the back of King's pants.
King groaned, and bit down on his lip. He wanted to thrust, needed to thrust.
He was pulsing deep in Ban's throat. His mind was so hazy that he barely
noticed when Ban eased a finger - wet with King's saliva – deep into his ass.
It didn't burn, didn't hurt, but it made him feel full, and he moaned again. He
was panting with need.
With his free hand, Ban squeezed King's hip, and thrust the finger buried in
his ass. The motion caused King to rock into Ban's throat, and the thief
groaned around his cock in encouragement. Slowly, King began to thrust, fucking
Ban's mouth as Ban fucked him with his finger. The fullness in his ass made
King arch his back as he built a steady rhythm.
It was soon, too soon before he felt the pressure of orgasm begin to build. He
wanted to enjoy Ban's throat a little longer. King began to slow his pace, but
Ban didn't let him, forcing him down his throat himself.
“Ban,” King panted. “Ban, I'm – oh, god. Ban I can't take it.”
A growl sounded below him, but King felt it, the sound reverberated up his
cock, making him cry out. A few more snaps of his hips, and he was spilling
down Ban's throat. Through the white haze all he felt was that throat as it
swallowed around him.
When King sagged, Ban was there to catch him. With a chuckle, he was lowered
onto Ban's chest where he lie, shivering, and panting while he came down from
the high.
An annoyed click of Ban's tongue made King stir. “Damn,” Ban hissed. “And it
was getting good too.”
King raised his head with a questioning look, but he caught the source of Ban's
annoyance before he could ask. Meliodas' voice rang through the trees, calling
both their names. Pushing himself away from Ban's warmth, King hastily pulled
his pants back up while floating away. He snatched his discarded shirt from the
ground, and worked it over his head. He could hear Ban's protesting behind him,
but his face was so flushed he was sure Ban could see it on the back of his
neck as he moved through the trees. He needed a drink, and a stiff one at that.
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