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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, M/M
  Fandom:
      サムライフラメンコ_|_Samurai_Flamenco
  Relationship:
      Hazama_Masayoshi/Sawada_Haiji, Maya_Mari/Morita_Moe, Hazama
      Masayoshi&Gotou_Hidenori
  Character:
      Hazama_Masayoshi, Sawada_Haiji, Gotou_Hidenori, Maya_Mari, Morita_Moe,
      Misawa_Mizuki, Kuroki_Anji, Momoi_Sakura, Aoshima_Souichi, Hekiru
      Midorikawa, Joji_Kaname, Jun_Harazuka, Ishihara_Sumi, Akira_Konno,
      Totsuka, Shintarō_F._Okuzaki, Gotou's_Girlfriend_(Samurai_Flamenco)
  Additional Tags:
      one-sided_pinning, Voyeurism, Phones, Underage_Sex, Sex_Tapes, Public
      Sex, Masturbation, Possessive_Behavior, Emotional_Manipulation,
      Unresolved_Romantic_Tension, Established_Relationship, Original_villain_-
      Freeform, Slight_Mind_Break, Heavy_Angst, I_tried_to_explain_a_lot_of
      things_that_the_anime_doesn't
  Series:
      Part 3 of Bad_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-13 Updated: 2014-09-19 Chapters: 7/? Words: 22334
****** The Converting of the Soshoku-Kei danshi to the Nikushoku-Kei dashi
******
by Divine_shot
Summary
     Goto refused to go down without a fight. He refused to lose to some
     snot nosed teenager just because he had a one up on him. It doesn't
     help that more problems arise, such as a new enemy.
Notes
     I have no idea why I picked that title and I might change it later.
     It was suppose to mean "The bride absentminded and beaten from
     reality," but came out looking weird. So thus I changed the title to
     "The non assertive man becoming a carnivore type."
     Read the other parts before you read this.
     Not beta'ed.
     Horribly motivated by that wedding card of Goto and Masayoshi. I'm
     not sorry.
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Another one."
Hidenori Goto said to himself as he received a text message on his phone. He
let the chirping alert resound through his apartment before finally gaining the
nerve to pick it up from the dresser.
The man rested on his western bed spread out after a long day at work
apprehending criminals, wearing only a long sleeve shirt and sweats. Samurai
Flamenco continued to do his job as the guardian of the town but the police
stepped in when the hero couldn't. Goto's day had been busier than most,
chasing after two bank robbers and at least one guy involved in fraud.
Goto scrolled through his recent phone messages before going towards that one
in question. It had no header and the sender read 'unknown' but he knew where
it came from. A single attachment seemed to glared at him, teasing him to open
it.
'I should just delete the damn thing.'
At the end of an abate struggle the police office decide to open it. Goto
downloaded the file on his phone, holding his breath. He sighed when it finally
finished with a beep. Goto fiddled with his phone again, opening up the AVI
style file and clicking play.
"Ahhh! AHHH!"
A familiar voice reached his ears and making him tingle. Goto swallowed deeply,
trying to not adjust himself as he grew half hard in his sweatpants.
The first time he received the audio he deleted it right after he recognized
the voice, almost throwing his phone. Then the little shit Sawada sent him two
more after, making him want to beat his ass. 
'I wonder does Hazama know he's being recorded?' What he gathered from the
consistency of the videos Haiji Sawada had sex with Masayoshi Hazama every two
to three days out of a week. His friend's sex life was none of his business but
his cop instincts screamed that something was off. Ever time he met up with him
he appeared to be the same hero as before. Until Goto questioned his
relationships or wanted to discuss the two of them. Then Hazama froze up and
changed the subject weakly or in one case ran away.
A relationship in Goto's eyes had to be give and take and his friend seemed
distraught or downright ashamed to be with Sawada. He didn't like it but knew
he had shit opinion due to his own account.
Goto's licked dry lips as a moan pulled him from his musing. His phone
displayed Hazama, on all fours, being penetrated by Sawada. The young teenager
thrust behind him, gray hair crowning over his eyes, naked and hands on his
lover's hips. Whatever camcorder Sawada used despite the lights being off could
scan every single detail of both males clearly over his smart phone. Sawada's
bare cock gyrating in and out in a sloppy bare mess and how Hazama's ass seemed
to draw the man in on every pull.
"Haiji please." Hazama begged, his face hiding against the pillow he gripped
tightly. The hero wore long sleeved Red Axe pajamas, the bottoms pooled around
his knees. He couldn't hold himself up and only raised his hips so that his
lover could get more leverage, trembling and panting out puffs of breath. His
whole body seemed to shake in nerves.
Goto's heart skipped at the fact that Hazama seemed embarrassed outside of his
lewd body, trying to cover his face. Trying to block out his reality.
"No." A deep thrust caused Hazama and Goto to groan mutually. "I don't want you
to come yet Masa-chin." The teenager sped up, causing the bed to creak under
them but not the camcorder to falter nor shake which meant it wasn't on the
mattress but nearby. "You feel really tight, just as tight as the first time I
did this."
Hazama groaned louder, trying to hide his face further if possible. "Don't-
Don't say such things."
Sawada ignored him and continued. "You're so hot Masa-chin, I'll never get
tired of this. Your ass is so delicious its making my cock melt." A motion
caused the hazel haired man to scream into the pillow that would had caused
Goto to jump if he anticipate it. Hazama was a vocal lover.
Sawada smirked and let go of Hazama's hips to snake against his body. He
pressed his chest against the hero's back, arms on the side of him. "That's
your spot isn't it Masa-chin? Your prostate." His tongue licked near the nape
of Hazama's neck, sucking in the flesh. "Everything about you is so good."
His pace went faster, grunts and smacks ringing out through the phone's audio.
Sawada removed the pillow from Hazama's face at one point and Goto could hear
every single syllable from his friend's lips in loud clarity, especially when
Sawada started to pull and twist his protruding nipples.
"Haiji! Hrg! Ngh! AH!" Hazama went on his elbows, his eyes hidden in the crook
of his arm while the other supported himself on the mattress. His cock dripped
freely, making a mess on the sheets in fat pre-ejaculation drops. "Sex is good!
So good why didn't I Ohhhhhh-"
"You're already at your limit? Hn. I guess I have to train you further. Your
refractory period is good but you come too quickly Masa-chin." Sawada moved one
of his arms to grasp Hazama's fingers. "Let's come together ok?"
Instead of replying Hazama only moaned louder, to the point that he was
practically screaming. Sawada only jerked his neglected member three times
before it sprayed all over the mattress under him in a massive amount that even
impressed Goto.
"Yes. Oh you're tightening up more....yes!" Sawada groaned out and shook.
Seconds later come dripped against Hazama's thighs and ran down to the seat of
his pajamas.
They laid in that position for a while, panting, before the teenager pulled
out. "Mmmm. Your ass was meant for me Masa-chin~ It squeezed it all out~"
The audio cut off and Goto realized that he had his hand down his pants,
stroking and breathing hard. He sat up and halted his grip as his phone came to
life again, this time another scene.
At some point Sawada must had taken off Hazama's pants because he only had on
his shirt and was sprayed out against the bed. His legs were apart and up and
the teenager seemed to penetrate him like this.
Hazama had his arm over his eyes again, his hair sticky with fluids and sweat,
lips puffy as he was being sodomized. Goto knew what he was doing was wrong but
he couldn't help but pump his now hard erection at the sight.
"I'm going to keep on going until you scream my name." Sawada's voice ran out
in a cross between a tease and a threat. He couldn't really see him outside of
his cock piston in and out of the hero's redden ass which he enjoyed. Seeing
Hazama debauched in full view was much better than that brat. 
The hero's cock bounced along with their movements, red with the foreskin
stretched back taunt. Pre-cum drooled over Hazama's pajama top, dripping on the
buttons as it flopped against his stomach.
'He does have a quick refractory period.' Goto wanted to whistle impressed.
From what the audio time showed only five or so minutes passed from the last
video to this one and Hazama already had another hard on.
"Haiji...Haiji I l-"
The teenager leaned over quickly and kissed Hazama. Goto frowned at something
being whispered near Hazama's ear that he couldn't pick up on. 'Maybe he does
knows he's being video taped.' He couldn't really tell but he wondered why the
brat cut off what Hazama was going to say.
Sawada pulled back and picked up the pace, both his hands on the man's thighs.
Hazama moved his arm and Goto sucked in a breath.
The same eyes that would be full of emotions of justice were now wild with
lust, blown until the pupils stood out. His hair astray even more than usual
and tongue panting; mouth gasping for air. A wanton surreal mess. Hazama had
been crying, something that Goto rarely seen his friend do, and his skin glowed
with arousal and emotion.
A hand pumped Hazama's cock, stroking along with the movements. It played and
squeezed the hero's balls before thumbing over the underside near the crown,
the frenulum. This seemed to cause Hazama to arch up in a silent scream; come
splattering all over his top in spurts. It wasn't as powerful as before but it
still reached the hero's chest.
Sawada drew out the hero, slowly edging him out and back to normal again. He
went in closer and seemed to whisper something again. Before the audio went out
Goto thought he seen something in the hero's eyes flash.
The cop at his limit pushed the phone out of the way and pumped his member,
almost at the edge. He shut his eyes, imaging that he finished what he started
those months ago in the family restaurant, that he was the one doing those
things to the hero.
"Masayoshi." He groaned out weakly, spilling all over his bed and making a
mess. Goto panted, laying on his stomach as he lazily stroked his cock. 'I
couldn't get a damn tissue in time.' He ignored the other implications though,
the fact that he jerked off to his friend and his 'lover?' having sex.
He felt like shit and not even a shower could wash away his shame.
===============================================================================
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
'I_don't_know_what_to_do.'
Goto hit send as he sent his ex girlfriend another text message. Ever since he
got back from his trip he's been talking with her again. He needed someone, a
neutral voice in all of this.
The cop laid on his bed, a hand over his stomach and his cell phone near his
pillow wearing nothing but a shirt and boxers. Sawada thankfully didn't give
him a video message today. He closed his eyes as he remembered what happened
last year.
===============================================================================
 
Goto couldn't stand it anymore. His girlfriend, his actual girlfriend, sent him
a text message last night.
The cop wanted to pinch himself. 'Am I dreaming?' He recalled Sawada's messages
a few months back but the youth is stuck in jail so it couldn't be him. Its the
genuine article. It had to be.
"We need to talk Go-chin."
That single worded message made his whole life shift on its axis. Goto's hands
trembled and he hesitated before looking through the contents.
The number listed as unknown and it seemed to be out of the country. He tried
to reply anyway, asking her to call him after his shift ended. It took a few
days before she did. 
Her voice sent sparks through his body and Goto almost hung up then and there
when he heard it. The cop swallowed and held his head. They talked for a while
back and forth.
A few months later he decided to go on a trip. To settle all of this once and
for all.
He tried to talk with Hazama about it but the hero always seemed busy. Even
when he found out months later after the hero exhibit they barely had time to
deliberate over the matter. It almost sounded like Hazama was jealous over the
realization that the texts were really from his missing in action girlfriend
and avoiding him on purpose.
'That's preposterous.'
The cop didn't have much time. He knew that the woman would leave at any given
spur of the moment but she reassured him that she would remain in her current
location for now. So a little over a year later Goto left on a plane going
outside of Japan.
He sent his friend text messages back and forth through the day until he
boarded, then a few more after several grueling hours on the plane. His
girlfriend resided near Nicaragua or somewhere close to Costa Rica but Goto
told her to met him in the United States instead. Hazama replied with over
zealous joy, making Goto smile and rekindle his vigor.
'Is it yesterday or today?' Goto knew there was a twelve hour difference and
tried to calculate the best method to contact his friends back home. He yawned
as he waited outside of the terminal. He threw on a random short sleeve black
shirt along with a pair of navy blue shorts. The heat compared to Japan seems
blistering here despite it being December.
"GO-CHIN!" A voice he hasn't heard in years called out to him and he turned
slowly back at the airport.
She grew a lot since high school. Her hair used to be done short now flowed
behind to the center of her back in brown waves. She wore a floral pattern
sundress along with a pair of open toe sandals, her cute toes painted blue. She
smiled, her dimples showing as she neared him.
"Go-chin I'm so happy to see you again." She gave him a hug and he hugged her
back. Her smell and perfume remain the same even after all these years.
"I am too."
===============================================================================
 
The two went into a taxi and sped off to destinations unknown.
Goto had no idea what to say after all these years. A part of him wanted to
scream, to shout out his emotions since high school. The other part of him
wanted to just remain stoic, brushing off any lingering feelings for
reconciliation. Instead he pressed his lips together in brutal silence.
They ended up at some tropical hotel that spoke mostly English. His girlfriend
resided on the lower floors while he stayed at the upper ones. The room seemed
modest but had elegant features such as a balcony with a view to the ocean side
along with a full range kitchen island. Goto could smell foreign flavors;
mangoes along with tropical winds of the ocean.
Goto spent the first few days alone in his room like a recluse; only coming
downstairs to get booze from the open bar. 'Thank God I paid attention to
English classes in high school.' Despite his deep accent and trouble with a few
phrases he managed to get some drinks that were reminiscent of his homeland.
The cop weighted his words against his mind, trying to figure out what he would
say to his girlfriend that wouldn't cause him regret.
Almost a week and a half later he finally texted his old flame back to meet him
for dinner. His stomach churned and his mind whirls but his heart held onto his
conscious strong and made him walk down to the lobby of the hotel where a
modern fusion Japanese restaurant resided. 
He spotted his girlfriend fairly quickly, a too eager brown head jumping up and
down waving. She smiled as he rounded pass the host bar and approached her
booth.
"Go-chin!" She gushed, her dimples making her mole even more pronounced on her
left cheek.
Goto grunted a reply, ordering the strongest drink he could think of when the
waiter came near. "I need to confess something."
She nodded her head and put her hand on the table. Goto sighed and calmly took
her hand into her palm. He grimaced at the sweat gathered there, sickeningly. 
"I waited so many years for you to reply. In the past I would had jumped
through hoops, hell I would had done anything to be with you again. But now
that you finally texted me back and it wasn't from me I only feel-" The cop
swallowed and steeled himself. "-I don't really know how I feel. I'm not really
sure what I should do at this point but my heart has changed so much in this
time."
His girlfriend's eyes widen and she smirked. "Did you fall in love with that
hero guy? Masa-kun?"
Goto flushed. "Wait what? No. NO!"
She only smirked, looking more like a fox. It reminded Goto of his high school
days and he felt small. "You talk about him like a groupie and you always hang
out around him. Also didn't he propose to you?"
"He did that because he's an idiot!" Goto ignored how his heart sped up at the
memory. "He tried to save me instead he only embarrassed the both of us in
front of a kid!"
"How is he anyway? Masa-kun?"
Goto huffed and pulled his hand away from his girlfriend. Instead of feeling
disappointment or longing he only felt relief from the action of the change of
subject. The waiter came with his drink and he downed it in one shot then
ordered a round of sake; coughing at the burn going down his throat. His
girlfriend had a rum and coke, stirring it in thought with her straw.
'Probably scheming.' "He's still doing the hero business even after everything
was resolved with Sawada. He says something about how the universe is trying to
make his life more interesting or another, which explains the spikes in the
crime rate." When his friend told him such a thing one day he thought the man
was high.
The waiter came back and before Goto could order anything the woman next to him
did it for the both of them. "Hawaii and Yakiniku platter please."
"Why are you ordering grilled meat?"
She sipped on her drink. "I thought you would want to eat something familiar to
home rather than the native food here. Its close to South America so you might
not be used to it."
"And you are?"
She sighed. "Yes. I have to. I don't have much of a choice." The woman paused
and stirred her drink again, mixing the ice cubes together with small clinking
noises. "Goto I left because my father owed debt. He borrowed money from the
wrong people. That man on the bus knew him and tried to kidnap me and sell me
into a slave trade. I managed to get away but I had no idea where I was nor a
way to get home. I eventually found someone who knew a little Japanese and they
contacted officials and eventually put me into the protection agency. But I had
issues cleaning up my family name along with the debit that my father owed so I
had to pay that off eventually before I could be free."
"So why didn't you call? Why didn't you contact me? I became a police officer
you know. I could had helped you if you went through the foreign channels!" He
curled up his fist. "I would had done anything in my power if you just asked!"
He knew of people put into protective agencies and considering his connections
he could had made the process easier for her if she wanted to come back.
"I know but at the time I didn't know!" Tears reached the corner of her eyes.
"I was just trying to survive Goto. You don't know how hard it was, speaking
little to no English, to work at odd jobs. Not knowing when my next meal would
come. To not be overwhelmed because I couldn't see anyone again! I couldn't let
you pay back the two million yen my father owed along with the interest. I
cared about you too much to put you through such a thing. I-" She stopped and
pressed her lips together. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Hidenori. I was so
selfish."
Goto sighed and waited until the waiter put his drink down and leave before he
spoke again. "No I'm sorry. I'm just so frustrated that I couldn't do anything
for you. That it took almost nine years before I could see you again." It was
the truth. A part of him seethed in anger from the hell that his girlfriend put
him through but most of him felt forsaken. His manhood torn down that he
couldn't help his woman.
She bowed her head to the point that her hair obscured her face and Goto
resisted the urge to brush it back to comfort his girlfriend. Well ex
girlfriend now. Goto had no idea if he wanted remain with her or not. He
understood her situation of being in a foreign country but she knew her old
phone number. Hell she knew his. She could had called him at least once.
Anything.
"Do you still love me?"
Goto thought about it before replying. "Yeah I do but not like that anymore." 
She raised her head. No tears were in her eyes, instead they were filled with
calculating thoughts. The woman across from him seemed whimsical than morose.
Goto sighed and leaned back into the booth. 'I don't know what to do with her.'
"Can we still be friends then? Can you at least try to contact me if you can?"
She nodded her head.
"And let me help you. I know it might take a while longer before you can come
back to Japan again but I really missed you. It hurts to see you on the run
like this."
His ex girlfriend pressed her lips together but nodded once more. The two
remain at a standstill, left to their own thoughts.
The woman spoke first. "Do you love Masa-chin then?"
Goto jumped at the unexpected change of topic. "What? What did I just say-"
"I know but I want to honestly hear the truth." She smirked and Goto frowned
deeply. "You seem to be in denial Go-chin."
The cop felt beads of sweat at her unrelenting gaze. After a few moments he
coughed in his hand and poured himself some sake to cover himself. "Yes."
"What was that?" He ignored her cat like grin.
"I said yes! I mean maybe! I mean I don't fucking know!"
"Language!" She said in a sing song voice and Goto resisted the urge to
straggle her.
"Look I don't know ok! Honestly! He's just a good friend for now. It's weird
and you know how Japan views homosexual. Plus he's a guy despite being...Ugh!
When I get back I'll figure it out. Dammit I just broke up with you so please!
Shouldn't you be sad or something?"
She laughed and it sounded almost as bad as nails on a chalkboard. "Oh Go-chin
you're so silly! I knew you liked him for a while now! I could tell by the way
you talked about him that it was true love! So I don't feel bad that you're
breaking up with me to move on to him!"
Goto huffed, glad that the waiter brought out the shichirin to cook the meat.
===============================================================================
"Are you sure about this?"
Goto spent almost two months in Florida before he finally went back home.
A few problems arise. Some International issues in America. Then his passport
was stolen. Then Goto ran out of money while he reclaimed it and had to depend
on his girlfriend to get him a ticket. His own girlfriend who struggled with
debt. Then his flight was delayed not once but twice because of snow in various
parts of Europe.
"Yeah I'm sure. My home is there and I need to help that idiot when I return."
She stood on her toes and gave him a hug. "Text me back when you arrive safely
ok? And don't be a stranger Go-chin."
He breathed in her peach flavored shampoo and pulled back before he lost
himself to the ghosts of the past. She gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek
before he boarded his flight.
 
===============================================================================
 When he returned nothing seemed to be the same. Goto thought that everything
felt surreal and disconnected. 
Hazama acted like his old self but Goto seen through it. The hero seemed more
reserved, more hidden. Hazama would usually tell his friend just about
everything to his embarrassment but now he held secrets.
It started right after he arrived a bit earlier before his estimated
destination time. He thought he would show up after Valentine day but
thankfully came a few days before hand. He couldn't text Hazama so lucky he ran
into the man coming out of the train station.
Then the hazel haired model acted fidgety. He seemed to be distracted before
mysteriously vanishing after he said he would use the restroom.
Since that day Hazama changed. He would talk about hero stuff when they met up
but when Goto discussed relationships or bought up what happened with Sawada he
would change the topic. Or as he did today flee. At times he would flat out
ignore certain statements too.
The videos started as well, almost taunting him. Every single one of them sent
conflicting feelings. It made him turned on, revolted, and heartbroken.
Goto sighed and rolled over. He weighted his options. He considered going to
Hazama's manager but didn't want to get his friend fired. From what he knew of
Hazama could become involved with someone but it was frowned on. Not only that
but the scandal that would happen if revealed of his involvement with another
male.
Goto then contemplated going to Mari but they were on weird terms. She didn't
pursue him any longer but he had no idea how to branch into the subject
considering Japan's viewpoints on same sex couples. His other friends barely
believed Hazama the last time he went to them about Sawada's actions.
So that left Goto to work the problem out mostly for himself. If he could. His
phone chirped, barely noticed due to Goto being lost in his head. 
'You should tell Hazama your feelings Go-chin!'
Goto rolled his eyes. Even after everything resolved she kept calling him his
nickname from high school.
'He's_with_another_man._It_would_be_stupid_to_confess_now.'
The cop considered getting a beer to help him calm down enough to sleep but the
reply from her came a lot quicker than he thought.
'You should still tell him. He might not be happy or he could be blackmailed!
You should steal him from the guy if he's so crappy~'
Goto snorted. 'God. Her and her love for drama.' The man considered it.
'I'll_do_it.'
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Hazama sat inside of the bathtub in his new apartment contemplating. 
He decided to get one closer to his job since the one he resided previously had
been operated and ran by his agency. That and another occupant required him to
get more space.
The apartment shined with a mixture of Western and Japanese themes. It had the
same space as the one before the explosion heists, if not bigger. The floors
were plush carpet with such a texture that it felt like a massage against his
toes. His kitchen, decked out with all of the latest appliances in shiny
metals, housed a few Kamen Rider mugs he managed to re-buy from Comiket in the
cabinets along with other personal touches. The colors were simple; only dark
navy blues and browns with his bedroom being a rich cream tone.
The balcony had a good view of the city, low enough so that Hazama could jump
from just in case crime called but big enough if he wanted he could set up a
small grill and invite friends.
His bathroom, double the size of the old one, housed a shower along with a
Western type tub. Big and long enough so that he could stretch out his toes
with a metal finish with the hot water staying hot longer.
Hazama watched the water dripped from his hazel hair into the swirling water
much like his thoughts. The past few months felt more like a dream rather than
reality. 'I'm engaged and in a relationship with a person I fought in the
past.' Part of him remain in disbelief but the situation is real and in front
of him.
A door opening alerted the hero and he rose his head sharply.
"Haiji-kun!" Sawada Haiji came into the bathroom full naked and freshly
showered.
"Hmm? Why are you surprised to see me? We live together." He climbed into the
spacious bathtub and sighed. "Ahhh this feels so good after those grueling
exams."
Hazama blushed and pulled up his knees. He wasn't used to the other male
roaming his apartment. He lived alone for half of his life so another presence
seemed surreal and unnerving. Sawada insisted, especially after his proposal
back during Valentine's day.
Hazama tried to find an excuse but couldn't, especially after seeing the
teenager's home.
Hazama could feel Sawada's eyes ranking along his body. "No matter what I do
you blush so sweetly. Its sort of sickening but it suits you."
"I, I'm not used to having a lover."
Fingers brushed against his knee and Hazama flinched. "Of course. I was the one
that was your first after all. It would make sense that you wouldn't become
used to me that quickly. You had nobody but your grandfather after all."
Hazama wiggled his toes in the water, nothing to really say after that. An
uncomfortable silence roamed in the washroom. Hazama decided after a few
minutes to raise his head to look at the other companion in the tub. Sawada had
his eyes closed, leaned back and stretched out. His wet hair dropped, out of
its usual slightly curled fashion. It made the teenager seem more mature and
his features more sharper. Hazama's heart sped up and his breath grew short.
'I, what.' For some reason he wanted to crawl over and snuggle to the teenager.
To taste the droplets of water running down the teenager's developing muscles.
To feel his hair in his fingers. 'I don't understand. Why am I feeling this
way?' Hazama questioned himself. He knew he sort of fell for the teenager but
not on this level. He never desired anything this strongly outside of his
justice and being a hero. His body trembled from restraint to not crawl over
there like a sappy love struck teenager. He buried his face into his knees; his
wayward heart drumming and his groin heating up.
"Are you alright?" Sawada's voice snapped him back to focus. It seemed to do
that lately, like a balm when his mind became overwhelmed.
Hazama tried to talk but his words stuck to his throat. He only shook his head.
"I, I'm feeling a bit dizzy. I think I'll get out now." He got out of the
water, ignoring whatever else Sawada might say and went out of the washroom as
quickly as possible.
Hazama stood in the doorway between the toilet and the shower as he dried off,
his face flushed. 'I need to get to my bed room and lay down. I'm just
overwhelmed that's all.' He had a long week with work and Sawada giving him
special attention on White day; the hickeys barely fading near his chest and
thighs.
Hazama sucked in a breath at the memory. 'I'm going to keep on going until you
scream my name.'  Sawada had been insistent, kissing and sucking in his flesh
all over before he decided to pound him on all fours into the bed, then again
with his face in full view of his lover.
No what broke the older male had been the third time that they had sex, when
Sawada teased him to the point that Hazama practically begged for it and ended
up screaming his name so loud that the neighbors must of heard them.
The hero shook his head quickly and frowned, a blush remaining on his cheeks.
He put on a long sleeve shirt as well as a pair of battle ranger red bottoms
that rested in the cubicle near the towels and face cloths. 
'I feel so tired.' Hazama went back into the hallway and went into their shared
bedroom and flopped right on the mattress face first. He knew he wasn't
physically tired just mentally. He wanted to take a vacation but he had no idea
what Sawada would do nor the criminals here.
Hazama laid there for several long moments, dozing off and his body relaxing
into a semi conscious state until a change in weight indicated that Sawada
joined him. The hero's body tensed up in waiting and partially in longing. Then
he felt it. Slowly the teenager traced Hazama's back down to the end where his
buttocks rested.
"Ha!" He gasped out in a hiss. He couldn't help but arch up and twitch at the
touch, trying to calm himself down.
"You can't hide anything from me Masayoshi~" Sawada's voice seemed playful but
Hazama could hear the undertone behind it. "You ran because you were feeling it
right?"
"No! That's wrong I-" Hazama went on his elbows and turned around. He swallowed
his words at Sawada's expression. Closed eyes, one hand on his face while the
other still traced circles near Hazama's tailbone.
"You want to have sex."
Hazama turned his head away and stared at the bookcase on the opposite wall.
"Y, yes."
"Masayoshi I never thought you would end up as a sexual deviant." Hazama's face
redden at the accusation.
'I'm like this because you made me this way!' He shut his eyes and tried to
calm down but considered it a futile endeavor with the other male in the room
with him. Instead Hazama sat up fully; knees together and back straight.
"Well what do you want to do? Do you want me to suck you off?"
Hazama considered it but shook his head.
"Hmmm...how about thetoy then?"
Hazama opened his eyes and gasped. Sawada seemed to be acting as if he
considered their options, index finger on his cheek. He hand remain close by on
the mattress and the hero's body wanted it back on him. He forced such a
feeling down.
"N-no! I don't like my prostate rubbed against that toy!"
"Oh but you enjoyed it last time. You came so hard that you ended up with an
ahegao face."
Hazama shivered. He recalled such an event and rather not relive it. He
couldn't walk straight, his butt ached, and his body craved more despite his
mind almost going to the brink of a mental meltdown.
"I, I want to give you oral sex." That would be the best method. Not only could
Hazama get off Sawada but he could also jerk off while doing it. It would
eliminate both problems. Also he rather not hear anymore suggestions.
Sawada seemed surprised, opening his eyes and blinking. "That's rare of you."
The mocking innocent look didn't last long as he started to smirk again. "I'm
glad that my training is making you more assertive towards me."
Hazama swallowed and nodded his head. Wanting to get this over and done with.
===============================================================================
"Shit."
Goto barely came through door when his phone rang. He kicked off his work shoes
and pulled out the smartphone from his pocket.
"Oh its another damn video." The cop groaned and threw his hat on the umbrella
stand before coming further in the house. He flopped down on the couch and
scrolled straight to his messages.
"What did the little bastard send me this time?" He wondered out loud as he
downloaded it and pressed play. It panned out, grainy and full of static before
it came back into focus. Goto sucked in a breath, his heart speeding up.
Hazama sat on what appeared to be his bedroom floor, seiza style, near the
camera but facing away from it. Sawada sat in a chair near by, petting and
stroking the older male's hair. Despite the care that the teenager gave Hazama
appeared to be stressed, his face red as his hero outfit, and shoulders
painfully straight. Like he was going into battle.
This time it is a blowjob. It had to be with the obvious positioning.
"Well? You were the one that propositioned this so get to it."
Hazama swallowed and nodded his head. His hands seemed to tremble as he fished
out the teenager's member from his boxers. It appeared, pale and flaccid in the
hero's hand and barely covered with skin at the tip. Goto felt sick to his
stomach looking at another guy's junk but he couldn't find himself turning
away.
Hazama closed his eyes and leaned his head forward. His nostrils flared as he
inhaled Sawada's scent. He opened them halfway slowly and Goto found himself
staring intently at his best friend.
The emotions behind those brown eyes scared him. They shifted from being scared
to being aroused and enticed. Hazama gave a small lick towards Sawada's member,
then a bigger one. He rolled his tongue and traced the teenager's member
intently from the balls to the tip. He took his time as if he worshiped the
bastard's cock. In response it slowly grew in his hands, getting hard. His
fingers even pulled out Sawada's balls, rolling and pulling them along with his
ministrations.
Sawada gripped the hero's hazel hair and groaned low in his throat. "You've
gotten better at this Masa-chin." 
Goto felt bile rise in his mouth at Hazama curling his tongue all the way to
the tip and staring up; the slit hovering near his lips. His eyes shone and he
seemed to preen at the comment. 'No. I have no idea what's going on but there's
no denying that look. Maybe Masayoshi is in love with that little shit.'
Hazama lightly sucked the tip with his mouth, his fingers gripping the base as
his tongue ran around the rim under the foreskin while his other hand rested on
Sawada's bare thighs. Beads of pre-come dripped from the slit and Hazama lapped
it up; his lips sticky. The member grew fully hard now, leaking freely and
disgustingly throbbing in front of him as the center of focus. Goto bit back
his rage.
"I remember the first time when you choked. So embarrassing." Sawada mumbled,
the words barely heard on the audio.
Hazama moaned and paused, mouth off but still hovering near the male's cock.
"I'm sorry Haiji." He pouted. "You thrust down my throat which surprised me.
I'm working on my gag reflex but I haven't mastered sudden attacks like that."
"Mmmmm." Sawada hummed and pushed his thighs up slightly. "Masa-chin stop being
a tease and suck it all."
Hazama seemed to contemplate that and Goto hoped, hoped that Hazama would turn
him down or make a retort. Instead he surprised the cop when he nodded his
head, stroking Sawada's cock briefly.
"Yes, sorry."
Goto's stomach dropped and his heart ached as Hazama opened his mouth wide,
tongue and teeth showing, before he put a good amount of Sawada's cock in his
mouth. From the position of the camcorder or whatever the hell the boy used
Goto could still see everything even with his best friend's face in Sawada's
crotch.
"Ah." Sawada hissed out the word, his thighs trembling and his grip on Hazama's
hair that had to be painful as he held himself back. "Use your tongue, use
your, oooooooh yeah that's it Mas-chin."
Hazama slurped, pushing his hair back as he started to bob his head up and
down. Goto pictured Hazama doing that to him instead of the brat, his cheeks
caved in, his eyes closed in concentration, saliva dripping from his lips and
down his chin, not a care in the world except to please his partner.
After a few seconds outside of Hazama's mouth and Sawada's light pants he heard
the teenager speak again. "Relax your throat. I'm going to push down ok Masa-
chin?"
'Wait I thought he couldn't do that.' Goto wondered would this end badly.
Hazama seemed to hear him because he slowed down but the teen's manhood
remained in his mouth.
Sawada gripped Hazama's head with both hands and thrust up his hips. The man
barely gagged as his face was fully buried into the snatch of Sawada's crotch,
his nose touching the teenager's pubic hairs. "B-breath through your nose like
I taught you."
The seconds went down as they held that position. Goto thought that would be
the end of it. Then Hazama started to move again as if nothing happened and
Goto's cock jumped.
Hazama slurped as he pulled back all the way until the tip pressed against his
cheek before swallowing all of Sawada's member once again. The hero continued
his pace, not faltering even as drool dripped at a steady pace down his neck
and onto the wood floor. Eyes closed and swallowing everything. The cop groaned
and used one hand to hold the phone and the other went down his work pants,
pulling out his cock and stroking it rapidly, the pre-come already making his
briefs damp.
Goto tuned out Sawada's moans and instead focused on how Hazama sucked the
teenager off, his cheeks redder now, his lips puffy, and indecent noises
issuing from his actions. Hazama opened his eyes at one point, both hands
resting on Sawada's thighs, staring up at the teenager with an array of
emotions but on the forefront desire and passion.
'God he looks-' Goto grunted and his cock throbbed, all of the tension starting
to build up from his balls. He stroked faster, trying to finish himself off.
Sawada pushed in and out of the hero's mouth in erratic thrusts; sometimes
stretching Hazama's cheek with the width of his cock but otherwise seem to not
be violent.  
Then suddenly Sawada pulled up and off with a pop. He jerked once and spurts of
come came out of the teenager's erection. Hazama opened his mouth to accept it
all like a man dying of thirst and Goto found himself coming too at the sight
of that with a grunt, making a mess on his work pants and hand.
His vision wavered but he watched as how a majority of the spunk landed in
Hazama's open mouth and the rest of white glop landing on his hair and cheeks.
He closed his mouth and swallowed, his adam apple working. After a moment
Hazama gasped and panted, putting his arms between himself as he groped his
hidden erection.
"Ngh." Hazama so desperately trying to get himself off almost made Goto get
hard again. He rested his face near the teenager's thigh and jerked himself
behind his pajama pants, not having enough willpower to reach under the hem.
"You did such a good job Masa-chin." Sawada reached down and touched his
fingers against Hazama. He helped jerked him off, the man groaning louder and
arching into his touch, using the material as further friction.
"Thank you, oh thank you Haiji." Hazama whined and shut his eyes, his voice
coming out weakly. He started to ramble. "I like you so much, so much, so oh
its coming out-"
Goto couldn't see it but he could tell that the hero had an orgasm with the way
his shoulders shook and how he sobbed into Sawada's thighs. 
"Of course I love you too Masayoshi."
Goto threw his phone in frustration and almost screamed at the last part.
Chapter End Notes
     Ahegao- Another term for a sex face that people make. Its not that
     attractive.
     Masayoshi uses 'like' in this tense at the end, which is suki desu,
     instead of the informal way which is aishiteru. He uses the latter
     when he's considering his feelings, etc. Like is basically another
     way of saying I love you in Japanese or I care about you. Aishiteru
     is more intimate, which is why Masayoshi is so embarrassed because
     Haiji says it/uses this form all of the time.
***** Chapter 4 *****
"Goto-san!"
Goto almost crushed his cup of water in his hands, thankful that he had plastic
instead of glass. He counted to five and raised his head in greeting when
Hazama waved inside of the sushi bar doorway, drawing the few people to
attention to the hero.
Goto's anger wasn't directed at his loud friend. No he wanted to punch his
friend's lover in the face. And kick him a few times. He couldn't blame Hazama
for being Hazama. 
"Hazama." He waved him over and his friend smiled brightly as he approached his
table. The cop couldn't help but blush at that look for him. He had on stylish
clothes; a type of designer purple top that showed off his muscles and some
kind of jeans that left little to the imagination. Goto always felt slightly
small next to Hazama; only clothed in a pair of worn jeans and a turtle neck
sweater.
"What did you want to tell me? You texted me five to ten times Goto-san!"
Hazama plopped into the cushion and pouted. 
"What? I thought I only texted you once." Goto raised an eyebrow. He tried to
text Hazama before but couldn't come up with a proper way to say it. He never
knew that his attempts ended up being sent off. All of them.
"No it was quite a bit. I was afraid something happened." Hazama folded his
arms. "So what's up?"
The chef came over and Goto waved him over.
"Sorry. Hold on a second Hazama. Yes I would like to order Sashimi with
Tsukemono and two cartons of rice. I want crab, shrimp, fatty Blue fin tuna
belly, Yellow fin tuna, mackerel, and sweet fish. I also want to buy Salmon,
Bluefin tuna belly, uhh medium. Rainbow trout, Snapper and Tamago. Do you still
eat eel?"
Hazama shook his head no and Goto nodded. "Add another round of mackerel for
the second one too."
Once the chef took both of their orders Goto turned back to his friend. "I-"
"You didn't have to buy me sushi Goto-san." Hazama interrupted him. "Oh I'm
sorry I didn't mean to cut you off."
"No, no its fine. I did it because I left without notice. Well I tried to tell
you but you were always off running after criminals and picking up your
messages late as hell."
"I'm sorry."
Goto sighed at the meek kicked puppy look his friend gave him and relented.
"It's ok. Look I brought you here because I wanted to confess everything that
happened."
Hazama blinked but turned around and sat up straight on the cushion chair. He
rested his hands on his knees, giving Goto his full attention. Goto, thankful
that Hazama didn't look like he would flee this time made him apprehensive. 
The cop breathed through his mouth. 'Why am I so nervous?' "I wanted to take
care of my loose ends before I did anything else in my life. The event with
Sawada and you made me realize a lot of things that I needed to change. I can't
keep on longing after a woman that isn't here and isn't there for me. I-I went
to take a trip to see my girlfriend because well...she's an idiot." Goto
sighed. "I broke up with her."
Hazama gasped, which caused two of the nosy men next to them to turn in
question. "No! I thought you loved her so much. Why would you do that?!"
"I did but I moved on that day. I told myself I wouldn't be caught up in her.
That its not worth it with so many people here for me. Even after you seen that
text the day of the exhibit I wasn't seriously about her. No the text was me
keeping track of her. She had a few issues and went into protective service."
"I see."
Silence. Goto hated it but he couldn't find the right words. "I've been
thinking, especially after that day you proposed to me." He said the last thing
in a hushed whisper just in case the old men or the chef would be listening.
"And I wanted to say that I accept but not in that way. I'm not ready to get
married but uh, I do want to go out. Take it slow."
More silence. Goto couldn't figure out if that is a good or a bad sign.
"Are, are you saying you like me?"
"Yes. I'm saying that I took a trip to confront and break up with my girlfriend
to be with you." Goto ran a hand through his hair and stared at Hazama's face,
gazing his reaction.
Hazama's face remain blank but his hands gripped his knees. "I, why are you
telling me this now?"
"I tried to tell you when I came back but you vanished. Now that you mention it
what happened that day? Why did you suddenly leave and not text me? Usually if
its a criminal you leave but at least text me later on. This time it took you
almost two days before you replied back."
"It's because I-" Hazama pressed his lips together. "Never mind. Goto-san I've
moved on."
"What?" Goto wanted to scream but instead he kept his tone steady. 
"I'm engaged to Haiji."
"You're just now telling me this?"
"I, I wasn't sure how you react. You denied me so venomously that day so I
assumed you were homophobic and-"
"No I wasn't! The issue wasn't that you preferred men or a virgin but the fact
that after a year of knowing you, you of all people proposed to marry me!"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't give me that bullshit!" A cough interrupted Goto and he glanced to see
the chef watching the two of them. Along with the two old me like gossiping
housewives. He blushed in embarrassment and paid for their sushi before turning
back to his friend. 
"Come on." Goto rose from his seat and dragged Hazama along with him, sushi in
one hand while his other held the hero's. His thumb ran over Hazama's knuckle
and he snapped out of it before he let go again. Least he do something
improper. He gave Hazama's container as a distraction.
"Look I have no idea what happened but since I came back you've been strange.
You barely text me. You rarely call me if at all. If I talk to you about us or
Sawada you either change the subject or run away. What I want to know is that
little shit blackmailing you or is something else going on?"
Hazama's lips trembled and he held the bag between loose fingers. "It's a long
story."
"Come on then I have all day because its my time off."
Hazama glanced around as if he wanted to see any more listening ears before
sighing in defeat. "He came to me back in December and threaten me
with...something. So for the past few months I did what he said."
Goto felt sick and swallowed back the sour taste in his mouth. Hazama
continued, his head bowed and not noticing his friend's torn gaze. "It wasn't
anything serious but enough to leave an impression. After a while I realized
that I, my feelings changed from before. He gave me a final test and I failed;
going right into his hands."
Goto refused to ask what the 'final test' entailed so instead he furthered
pressed. "Why didn't you go to Mari or anyone else?"
"I couldn't put them in danger again or you or anyone else. They didn't believe
me last time so why would they believe now that a teenager could take over my
life so wholly. I couldn't stand to see my friends in pain or worse because of
me again. Me the so called former candidate of President of the World lost
against a kid." Hazama laughed weakly. "It doesn't matter now because I, I,
like Haiji."
"You're wrong!" Goto grabbed Hazama's shoulders and shook him.
"No you're wrong! I like him! I thought I liked you but I never felt such
desire from before Haiji outside of being a hero and-"
Hazama shut up when Goto kissed him on the lips. Their lips pressed together
only briefly and their noses almost collided but to the cop felt his heart drum
and his pulse quicken.
Before Goto could think about furthering the kiss Hazama pushed him back at
arm's length. "I, no." Hazama frowned at the cop. "No Goto-san! I like Haiji!
There's nothing I can do to change that!"
"Dammit Masayoshi!" Goto wanted to cry right there and then. "I just told you
inside of the place I go to in front of those old geezers that I love you!" He
balled his fists up and resisted the urge to hit the man on the chest like a
girl would.
God he never felt this bad except for the time his girlfriend left. Why did
this keep happening to him.
"I'm sorr-"
"SHUT UP. Don't you fucking say it!" He screamed, his eyes burning. He refused
to cry. "Did you know that your little shit of a lover sends me videos of you
two having sex?"
"What?" Hazama stammered out but Goto ignored him, continuing to rant.
"Almost like clock work since I came back he sends me videos of him fucking you
or you two sucking each other off or something else. It breaks me heart every
single fucking time I see-"
"You're wrong!" Hazama screamed out interrupting him. "Why, why would Haiji do
that? No you're wrong!"
"Because he's a piece of shit that's why! He wants to gloat how he has you on a
chain, controlling you. If he's still blackmailing you we could work together
and get you out of it. Put him away for good."
Hazama stumbled and went to his knees, almost dropping the bag. Goto quickly
went over to catch him so he wouldn't fall. "Please Hazama. Please." He held
him by his arms and tried to balance him.
Hazama shook his head and Goto's heart went into pieces at the man's miserable,
crying, sniffing and gasping face. "I, I, don't know anymore." He peered up at
the cop through his hair and Goto pushed the hazel strains back. Despite
looking horrible and everything said he still cared about his best friend.
"What are you doing to my boyfriend?"
A voice laced with malice made Hazama flinch and push the cop back. Goto
ignored the action and rose up on his legs. He glared at Haiji Sawada standing
a few feet away from them.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Haiji shrugged his shoulders. He only had on a sentai green hoodie along with a
pair of heavy military trousers and converse shoes. "I followed Masayoshi
because I was concerned."
"Concerned my ass! You probably put a tracer on him you obsessive bastard."
Haiji sighed, looking bored if anything else, as he put his hands in his
pockets. "I put a tracker in his phone because of people like you. Masayoshi
doesn't trust me one hundred percent yet. He can also track me as well just in
case I get out of hand. Probation if you will. Give and take is our
relationship."
Hazama seemed to pull out his Iphone with trembling hands, hiccuping every so
often. He swallowed and nodded his head. Goto hated to admit the shit was
right.
"That doesn't explain why the hell you sent me videos of you two having sex!"
Sawada raised an eyebrow. "Oh that. It was a mistake. I did it on a whim and
accidentally sent one to you. The question is why did you keep the video and
get off on it? A normal person would had deleted it. I bet right now if I look
into your phone you have evidence of such a thing."
Goto flushed and he could feel Hazama drilling holes at him in disbelief. He
couldn't met his eyes after that accusation. 'Shit. That smooth little fucker.'
Now Hazama would think he's a pervert.
"It doesn't matter! The fact is you recorded Hazama without his permission and
gave them to me like the bragging little dip shit you are!"
"Goto-san you of all people are jealous of me and Hazama's relationship."
Sawada took a step forward and got right into his personal space. Despite the
teenager being a few inches shorter his eyes held intimidation and anger. Goto
never seen that look on his face. Even back during the kidnapping Sawada looked
bored but now it was different.
"You were the one that turned him down after all. Called him disgusting after
he proposed to you and claim his feelings towards you. Pushed him away and then
made him crawl back to you afterwards like a pessimistic, self centered, bitch.
Then I was the one that picked up the pieces, to help him New Year's eve when
he cried over your absence and now you have the gall to try to take him away
from me."
Normally Goto wouldn't do what he just did. Sawada cursing should had been a
warning but at the time between being angry and emotional he couldn't help
himself.
He balled up his fist and punched Sawada in the face. The teenager went into
the blow and what happened next Goto wasn't sure. Sawada recovered and punched
him back, then somehow the teenager kneed him in the groin, causing the man to
stumble, and then they ended up brawling on the streets.
The store owner along with the two old men in the restaurant came out sometime
after but all Goto could hear was Hazama's shouts and cries. All he could see
was Sawada's bloody and emotional face. Blood, blood everywhere. The brat must
had cut something near his forehead for blood to cloud one of his eyes.
It took forever before the two were broken up and even then he had satisfaction
of seeing Sawada's beaten face with his good eye. His gray hair looked like a
mess and strains of it remained in his balled up bloody knuckles. The side of
his cheek puffed up and his lip ended up being busted.
Goto probably looked worse but he couldn't tell. He knew he would feel it later
though.
"You're stupid Goto." The cop winced at the voice of his friend and the section
chef Totsuka restraining him. Of all people why it had to be him that was
called? Alongside the male was the new young rookie who admired him named
Itsuki. The brown haired youth seemed to be a cross between amusement and pity
as he wrote down in the book and shrugged his shoulders.
"Protocol Sempai. I wish I couldn't document this but I have to."
Hazama restrained Sawada, who seemed to be hellbent on finishing the job with
the look in his eyes. The hero whispered and the teenager made a grunt before
the two walked away.
"We're going to take you down to the station. I don't think Samurai Flamenco is
going to press charges though but I'm not sure about that kid. You know you
were stupid Goto. The owner feels bad so he's not going to press any charges
too but he says at least if you fight make sure to warn him first. He tried to
break it up but ended up being elbowed so they called us."
Goto winced as the police officer let him go once the other two males were out
of sight. 'Damn so that's what I hit that time when I leaned back and punched
Sawada in the side.' Thank God. It could had been worse. He needed to control
his temper but he had a hard time doing it around that kid. The same kid that
caused so much pain and mental anguish even to this day.
"He's also going to replace your food too." Totsuka pointed towards the ruined
container of fish and rice on the concrete and Goto sighed. He would have to
pay them all back for this later.
It's all his fault though.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Nobody explains what the hell Haiji is in the anime. Or how he could
     do what he just did. I find it weird that Masayoshi can see him but
     nobody else could seen him.
     So I thought he was a ghost at first then everyone else could see him
     too so here's my weird explanation on that. Someone made a theory
     that Haiji Sawada was a kid version of Beyond Torture, which was a
     good theory. I didn't want to use that so instead I just made this to
     set it up for the future villain.
"Haiji hold still!"
The teenager growled but complied as his lover dabbed more iodine on his
bruised cheek. The two sat in their shared bedroom after the incident. Hazama
kept tight lipped through the ride over and Sawada pondered of a way to get out
of this mess that Goto created.
'I'm going to make him pay.' For the first time Sawada could remember in years
he felt such unconstrained rage. He wanted to torture the cop again, to make
him suffer much worse than the time he kidnapped him. His face hurt but Hazama
told him that outside of bruised lips that would make kissing difficult, a
black eye, a few bruises on his side and stomach and half his face swollen he
would be alright.
"I didn't think he would get this mad because we are dating." The teenage
spoke; thankful that his voice remain neutral even while the hero pressed a
bandage to his cheek.
Hazama sighed as he put the bottle and cloth into the first aid kit and reached
inside to pull out a bandage for Sawada's split lip. "Goto-san is angry for
several reasons." He pressed the dressing gently against his lips, lingering
more than necessary. The hero shook his head and closed the box, putting it to
the side. Hazama seemed to engage his face towards the teenager, staring at him
for several long seconds before finally speaking again. "We need to talk."
'What did that fool put in his head I wonder.' "Sure of course. You want to
know about the videos." Sawada faked a sigh and decided to be blunt as
possible. "I recorded our encounters because I thought it would be fun and I
wanted to masturbate to them later."
"What?!" Hazama squeaked out and Sawada tried not to smirk. Gotcha. "Why didn't
you just tell me that you wanted to have sex more?"
Sawada gave him a blank look. "I don't want to have more sex. I wanted to
explore other options."
"Other options?"
"Yes like trying new things such as that toy. Maybe you catching me in public
and having sex as Samurai Flamenco." Sawada leaned in close and spoke the last
part near Hazama's ear. He ignored his throbbing face to make his voice low and
sultry. "Teaching me right and wrong. Showing me your justice with your cock-"
Hazama gently pushed him back. "Alright I get it! Please!" He turned his head
and flushed deeply. "Tell me advance if you want things like that. Don't just
do them."
Sawada couldn't help but smirk then. The old Masayoshi would had balked or
rebutted him instead of giving him such an option. He let it pass once the
older male brought his attention back to him.
Still the teenager had to confirm something else. "Do you like me Masayoshi?"
Hazama sat in a slightly relaxed seiza posture on the bed at that. His blush
stained his cheeks but he nodded his head.
"Do you love me Masayoshi?"
Hazama twitched. His hands moved towards his thighs, fidgeting. "I, I'm not
really sure. I can't explain how I feel around you properly. You make me
nervous compared to the others, like if I step the wrong way you'll do
something. I don't enjoy that."
'Cautious.' Sawada almost growled. He wanted Hazama to relinquish complete
control to him. His little hero devoted to every whim he wished for. That would
be the ultimate revenge to throw back towards that cop's face.
Something Goto would never have.
"But," Hazama closed his eyes and sigh. "When you're not trying to poison me
and act normal my heart speeds up. When you kiss me I get this strange feeling
in my stomach. And when we make love-" His blush became deeper when possible.
'Ah.' Sawada tried not to grin like a cat who found the mouse. So Hazama is at
odd ends. All he needed was a push, more work and he would be there.
"Oh that reminds me," Sawada reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a
box. "-I was suppose to met you after you talked with Goto-san for this."
Hazama blinked and almost fell off of the bed when the teenager presented him
the obvious box. Pity it would had been funny if he did. "W, what?!"
"Why do you seem so surprised? You are my fiance so I went out and bought you a
ring."
"How, do your parents know of this?! I can't believe you-" Hazama put his hands
on his face. "Why did you get me a ring? Especially that kind of ring!"
"Sapphire is your birthstone right?" Sawada raised an eyebrow and opened the
box to present the sapphire engagement ring. The band, made of gold, shone off
the blue shiny hued gemstone in all of its glory with nothing else hindering
it. The only thing extra he did was engrave words in the inside of the band. He
made it simple but elegant enough so that the hero appreciated it.
Hazama opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Despite his eternal struggle he
presented his hand and Sawada pulled the ring out and slipped it on his finger.
"You didn't have to buy me this. You probably used your college funding for
this." Hazama spoke in a tiny, meek voice.
"Of course I had to Koi. I want only the best for my husband to be."
"Don't, don't call me that." Hazama pulled his hand suddenly away and buried
both palms against his face. "This is so embarrassing..."
Sawada chuckled and patted the hero's head. "But it is engraved in the ring so
what else should I call you?"
Hazama peeked through his fingers before pulling the ring back off. He gasped
as he read: "For my little koi pond fish," inside.
"Why did you put that here?!"
"I engraved that because you remind me of a red koi fish; especially your
outfit."
Hazama gasped and Sawada wondered would he throw a fit. Instead he put the ring
back on, stretched his legs out, jump from the bed and retreated from the room.
The teenage shrugged his shoulders. "Well that's taken care of." He reached
back into his pants pocket for his phone and decided to start on phase two.
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 "What the fuck are we doing here?"
Thugs, hackers, regular criminals and even a few Yazuka members surrounded the
inside of a lone textile warehouse on the shady quiet part of town that Samurai
flamenco didn't frequent.
"Some kid called us to met. It must had been a prank." A thug with a mullet
spoke up first. They all received the same strange text message thirty minutes
ago.
"Well if this is a prank I'm going to beat his ass so hard-"
"And do what?" A voice spoke up and everyone turned to see Haiji Sawada come
out of the shadows. They tried not to jump at the fact that they couldn't sense
his presence at all.
"Who the fuck are you?" The thug spat out but one that sat on a pile of wooden
boxes squinted and gasped at recognition. 
"Hey it's the guy who went against Samurai Flamenco!" A hacker, a teenager
close to Sawada's age, pulled out his smartphone and rapidly typed on it.
"Yeah! From what my friend's twitter says this kid tried to take on the former
President of the World and failed a year or two back."
Sawada put his hands in his pockets and sighed. He had his hood halfway up and
remain in the shady part of the building. "Correct. I failed once but not
again." He shrugged his shoulders impassively. "I brought you all here because
I wanted to go back to terrorizing and eventually controlling this town and
possibly Japan in the future."
"Really? I mean I admire your work but what can someone like you do who ended
up being caught by Samurai Flamenco?" The hacker spoke again and all of the
other criminals agree with him in nodding.
"Because-" Sawada smirked, shifting the weight on his feet. "-I have Samurai
Flamenco-san on a leash."
The members muttered again in disbelief. "Bullshit!" The Yakuza member said
with a laugh. "I'll believe it when I see it."
Sawada rocked on the heels of his converse. "How about this? I'll show all of
you guys in two days the fruits of my labors and then you will decide to join
me or not. I brought you all here for an alliance so that you don't get in my
way when I take over."
The criminals all laughed again. "Fine kid." The hacker jumped from his perch
and approached him. "I'll spread the word on Twitter and get the others to
agree with me. If you succeed in impressing us we'll join you."
"Alright." Sawada chirped in a boyish fake voice. "Just wait."
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"Dammit." 
Sawada half cursed and half yawned when he opened the door to their condo
apartment. He ended up making a few more calls before finally making it back
sometime in the wee hours of the night.
He told Hazama that he was going to pick up dinner along with a few groceries
so one bag contained fried pork cutlet curry rice, curry with udon noodles, and
pickled soy sauce vegetables. The other had bread, fruits, spam, seasonings,
pre-packaged curry, and bottles of Pocari Sweat.
He kicked off his sneakers and went further inside. All of the lights were off
so he assumed that his lover ended up chasing criminals again in the late hour.
Sawada checked around the apartment and stopped.
Hazama slept on the sofa in the living room. It look liked he tried to stay up
since a comic book laid on the table near him. A pillow curled up around his
arms as he snored lightly into it. His phone glowed in the semi darkness and
'Haiji' had been the first names under the contacts.
Sawada sucked in a breath as his heart seem to speed up. He tried to ignore the
sensation but his voice wavered when he put the bags on the table and shook the
hero. "Masa wake up."
"Hmmm? What is Hai-tan?" Hazama rose to a sitting position, rubbing his eye and
yawning. He didn't notice the blush on the teenager's face in the dark.
"Y-You didn't have to stay up for me idiot." Sawada bit out. He wondered why
his heart kept pounding and he felt so damn bashful. He pulled out a random
food container as a distraction and thrust it into the hero's hands. 'He
doesn't care. He only sees me as a friend with benefits at the most. No the
nickname is a mistake. I, I want him to call me that all of the time.'
"I was worried about you since crime has been on the rise lately. The people
have been restless I guess." Hazama yawned again and stared at the teenager
groggily. "You said you had to go to exam prep and do some other things but..."
 Sawada joined him on the couch ready to make a retort as Hazama opened it up.
"Ah! Curry udon!"
"Wait that's-" Hazama clapped his hands, pulled out his chopsticks and dug
right into the food. "-Never mind."
"Hmmm?" Hazama slurped up the noodles. "Oh yeah I forgot Haiji. You wanted me
to eat more protein for muscle growth so you bought me the curry with pork
cutlet." Hazama wrapped the udon around his chopsticks and held it up near the
teenager. "Here."
"Wha." For the second time that day Sawada ended up being flustered.
'Indirectkissingindirectkissingindirectkissing-wait why am I getting self-
conscious and stupid over Hazama being assertive? We kissed plenty of times.'  
Sawada opened his mouth and chomped down on the food. "Chomp." He knew the
answer. Its because he always made the first move so when Hazama did anything
of his own power without his insistence or force it would throw him for a loop.
'Like he cares outside of obligation...' He grew used to the nervousness, the
anger, or even the tears but not this domestication. 
"You're a growing boy Haiji so let's share both our meals between us." Hazama
laughed lightly and reached to get to the other bag with the pork cutlet and
rice curry. While he gave the teenager that container he also pulled out the
one with the vegetables. Opening the pork curry rice, Hazama dumped half of it
into Sawada's portion.
"I'm not a child Masayoshi." Sawada tried not to pout.
Hazama smiled and mixed his own portion of pickled vegetables with his udon.
"No of course you're not but you are a teenager; like it or not. No matter what
age you are you always need good protein and vegetables!" He pumped a fist,
chopsticks in hand and eyes sparkling.
Sawada rolled his eyes and started to eat. Shoveling spoonfuls of vegetables,
curry, rice, and pork into his mouth without finesse for once, frustrated. "I
never understand you at times."
"That's fine too. We have plenty of time to know each other more." Hazama
yawned and turned around so that his back leaned into the other teenager,
pressing his weight uncomfortably into him as he ate. Sawada didn't mind.
"Mmmm...what time is it?"
"Three forty am."
"Don't you have school tomorrow?" 
"I'll just ditch. I can go on Friday."
Sawada spooned up a good portion of rice and meat and pressed it to Hazama's
half sleep face. Even with his eyes semi closed he opened his mouth and
accepted it. "You shouldn't skip class Haiji. What about college? You need to
keep your scores up."
Sawada honestly didn't consider it. In fact he didn't think he would live this
long. He wanted to die on his own terms those many years ago. "I didn't think I
would survive until this age."
"Don't say that." Hazama yawned again and snuggled further into the teenager,
half slumped on the couch. "People would miss you."
"Nobody would miss me. You've seen my parents and my house." Sawada played with
the rice in thought. 'What's wrong with me?' Maybe Hazama being in semi
oblivion like this is making the teenager lax than normal. He never revealed
anyone his thoughts, not even that shitty psychiatrist at the juvenile jail
ward.
"Mmm...you don't have any friends?"
"No." Sawada gave Hazama more food as another distraction. "Nobody bothers with
me. It's a curse of my powers. You of all people should know that."
Minutes passed without any other further inquiry. The teenager sighed, assuming
that Hazama finally went back to sleep. He took the hero's udon and started to
eat it until he whispered. "I would miss you." 
Sawada paused, the chopsticks almost dropping from his fingers. "What?"
"I would miss you if you died. That's why I couldn't let you do it back then
when you told me your plans to have Goto-san kill you. Plus its not that heroic
to let anyone die, not even a person like you."
Sawada grumbled and ignored how hot his face felt. He grimaced at the stinging
from his busted lip when the sauce hit it. "Masayoshi."
"Hmmm?" Hazama opened his eyes half way. Sawada twisted the udon between his
chopsticks and stared at it dispassionately.
"...Nothing."
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Hazama ate half of both bowls before he finally went fully asleep.
Sawada pulled out the bottle of Pocari Sweat and opened it. He raised the
bottle until something made him stare back at the hero. Hazama ended up being
curled up near his side on the couch, hair fanned out and drool coming out of
his open mouth.
"Sigh." He focused back on the mild sports drink, his mind wandering back to
his past.
Sawada was born to upper middle class parents, the only child out of a large
extended family. Compared to his cousins and other distance relatives his
parents could only have one child unfortunately. Sawada didn't mind now but as
a child he wished that he could of had something or someone to take the burden
off of his shoulders.
They expected a lot out of him being a single child. The only person to his
family name he worked hard to be better than the co-worker's child,
the neighborhood child, hell most children that age. They were strict to a T,
making him study constantly, get higher than normal grades, and not enjoying
life in general. Sawada couldn't remember going to the park, interacting with
other child, nothing but tutors, computers, and tapes.
The fruits of his parents labors created a genius and someone advanced for his
age in middle school. Being the smartest had its downfalls though. In his class
Sawada earned names like "Bookworm," "Dork," "Brainy," "Boring hick," and even
worse insults when he grew older. He became the prime target for bully too.
Shoes stolen, hair tangled with gum, desk written with crude black marker, even
almost pushed down the stairs once.
His parent's and the teacher's motivation only isolated him further from
society. 
' You're smart so you don't need them.'
'You have your future set if you keep this up Haiji!'
'Ignore them. Nobody needs friends like that. You'll find some eventually.'
Words like that left a bitter taste in his mouth and did nothing.
Sawada tried to ignore it but the bullying got worse to the point that he
stopped caring, especially since nobody did anything nor believed him. He just
went with the flow after that; hanging out with the bad kids by force and
taking the blunt of the pranks. Doing things because people told him to. Being
the scapegoat because he was the 'rich kid with the rich family so they could
bail him out.'
'I want this to end. I want something exciting to happen.' Death. The thing
that everyone feared. The ultimate last rush in life. The unknown finale end
seemed a lot more joyous than this shitty living. He just wanted something.
Anything. He wanted it all to end.
Then one day it happened. Sort of.
He along with his so called 'friends' were running from the police. They ended
up vandalizing a store and stealing several items. Small stupid things like
manga magazines, sodas, yakisoba sandwiches. 
Sawada, at the time twelve, tried to keep up but ended up falling over near the
alleyway on his face when they climbed over the fence to get to the other side
instead of taking the main street. His friends left him and once again he would
end up taking the blame.
"Shit." His knees hurt and his hands ached as he tried to sit himself up. He
thought about going around, police be damned, until someone spoke.
"Hey kid." He heard the voice and turned to see a homeless man near him. The
man had brown scruffy hair and a worn, thin brown haggard blanket covered a
good portion of his body. "You seem pretty bored with your life. I could give
you something if you want besides death."
"What?" He couldn't believe his words. How did a stranger know about his
desires? He never told anyone, not even the teachers at school.
"You heard me. I can give you something so that your life isn't as boring."
Sawada dusted himself off and approached the man leery. "You're insane." But
Sawada was curious.
The man only barked in laughter. "Yeah I get that a lot. I tried to proposition
a few others and they just ignored me or hit me." He raised one dirty hand out
of the makeshift shawl. "What do you say? I can give it to you. There's nothing
to lose right?"
Sawada rolled his eyes but shrugged his shoulders. The man could kidnap him or
kill him. He wouldn't care at this point to be honest. Anything better than
dealing with his crappy monotone life. So why not?
The youth leaned close and accepted the man's handshake. A spark went through
his body and he let go at the force of it; almost falling over and hitting the
bins behind him.
"Wha-" He shook his head, tingles and pin points going through his arms and
hands. When Sawada glanced to see about the old man he was gone.
The youth found out later on that he ended up running into a From Beyonder. Of
all things.
On a whim the alien heighten his latent abilities but instead of being smarter
he had the ability to use portions of his dormant brainpower. Or in other words
Haiji Sawada ended up being an esper or a person with psychic powers.
Such things only happened in manga but lo and behold Sawada could teleport and
control people's precognition skills. Or in other words he could manipulate
people's memories and perspective. 
The only drawback would be that he couldn't control either proper. So it grew
to the point that nobody noticed him, not even his parents. Oh they did but
barely.
At first he enjoyed the power. Doing things and getting away with it. Making it
so that the bullies wouldn't bother him. But it grew boring the more time past
because what was the point if nobody gave you recognition? If you ended up
being more insignificant than nothing at all? The background, the minor
character, an apparition. He could force his will but unless the person had
high precognition mental senses it became a moot point. So in a way Haiji
Sawada ended up 'dying' and forgotten.
The world lost it's color after that, becoming monotone and pointless even more
so. Sawada went on with his black and white life until he ran into Samurai
Flamenco later on. At first he considered him a spot of black until he couldn't
get him out of his mind. Then the more he seen his exploits the more
his curiosity grew.
Sawada decided to try something. What did he have to lose after all? His life?
Pshaw.
To his amazement he couldn't believe it. Color. Vibrant color exploded in such
an array that it left Sawada dizzy and breathless after. Nothing else made him
feel this way but him. He found what he was looking for.
'Samurai Flamenco could see him! He noticed him!' Sawada couldn't help but
smile at the thought, that Samurai Flamenco, the idiot, was one of the few
percentage that could perceive him all of the time. Not be controlled by his
powers.
He didn't want to remain at his side. No then Sawada would end up being another
background character or some two bit antagonist until the monster blew up. He
seen what happen when Samurai Flamenco paired up with that bitch. No he wanted
to be the only thing that mattered in the hero's life just like how the hero
mattered to him. The focal point of making him want to live on for now.
So Sawada played a game. Toyed with him. Tried to get Samurai Flamenco to break
down and admit with his stubborn pride that Sawada is the most adverse opponent
the hero faced. But just like the manga books and video games he went on
regardless, trying to be the hero at the end.
As the game went on Sawada knew he didn't have a lot of time. He tried to make
the hero understand that he wanted Hazama's recognition, that he wanted to
impose into the hero's live just like he did that day with the speech but he
denied him. Ignored him. Failed to understand. So Sawada decided a different
approach and tried to get Hazama's friend Goto to kill him off.
That way at least he couldn'tforget him. If he got saved then Hazama would just
throw him to the wind like the Beyonders or King Torture. He would be forgotten
again. No if he died by his hands then it would be on his hands, his soul. He
would finally get the acknowledgment as the life that Samurai Flamenco failed
to save.
Then something unexpected happened. The hero 'bared all' sort to speak.
Sawada ended up being speechless. He never had any attraction to girls before
and his other classmates were average at the most.
The teenager couldn't help but rank his eyes up and down the man's naked form.
Slim but muscles all over much like a swimmer. Long legs. Hazel hair down to
where his flaccid cock rested. A lot bigger than anyone he seen. His brain
tried to process it all but between being perturbed and shocked he could only
back up against the wall and stammer out replies when the hero approached him.
Not his best moment.
Then that stupid cop broke loose and Hazama redirected his attention to him. At
the time Sawada ignored how Hazama stood in front of him protecting him; giving
him a clear view of his muscular tight plump ass.
Sawada ended up going to jail after that with damaged (thankfully not
permanent) balls. His life went back to the dull, two toned days of old. Eat,
sleep, work out, study, talk to the social workers, talk to the psychiatrist,
re-evaluation. Sawada became so bored that he used his powers even in juvenile
hall, shortening his time down to a year.
By then the teenager considered another plan. What if he went a step further
when Hazama bared all? What if he took up on his offer and took him. Made him
rage and cry in perfect agony. Just like the first time, Hazama ended up being
in Sawada's thoughts and lifestyle to the point of obsession.
'Since Hazama saved me he has to take responsibility after all.'
Sawada frowned as his thoughts lead him to the present. Hazama is, was, the
only presence in his life he didn't find boring. The man goes from being heroic
to meek, assertive then inverted, and so many other personality swaps and bouts
of randomness that it left Sawada with an annoying headache. But it kept him
active. He would do anything for the hero...as long as it didn't impede on his
lifestyle. Being evil had perks, especially if it kept Hazama's attention on
him.
While the creatures From Beyond wanted world domination (or galaxy in this
case) as well as a reformation of human life and King Torture just loved being
a sadist and torturing his victims Sawada's main and only focus is Masayoshi
Hazama himself.
"You should feel privilege that someone is so devoted to you wholly." Sawada
turned towards Hazama again and sipped on his drink while the other ran through
the male's hazel hair, playing with the delicate strains. Hazama grumbled and
leaned into the touch.
 
***** Chapter 6 *****
"Alright that's a wrap everyone!"
Due to the insistence of his manager Sumi Ishihara, Masayoshi Hazama ended up
being roped into an interview for an exclusive magazine.
Her reasoning: "It would be good for exposure and the people to find out more
about the former candidate president of the world!"
Cameras along with various other media crew surrounded him from all angles.
Hazama sat straight as a rod in the chair during the whole thing. He answered
questions mechanically like he would with any interview with the minimum amount
of feedback. The idea of anyone going in depth about his personal life seemed
intrusive and wearisome but he balked it up as one of the cons of being in the
spotlight.
He sighed with relief when they finally ended it. He bowed deeply to the
interviewer and barely gave her another glance as he talked with his manager.
"So I want you to rest up and then call me later alright?"
Hazama gave her a curt nod, his mouth and throat too dry. His hero senses have
been worrying him; fear of danger off the charts. He shrugged it off as
apprehension due to being uncomfortable.
'I wonder is Haiji still in school or did he attempt to ditch again?' Hazama
put on his jacket near the door and pulled out his phone as he walked towards
the parkway, the tension starting to fade away. He blushed slightly at the
thought of asking the teenager to met him for karaoke. 'We've never been on an
actual date before.'
Sure they met at the hotel, ate out, and had sex but never really enjoyed each
other's presence in public. Between work, saving people and school work with
the youth they never made time.
'Better late than never.' Hazama swallowed and decided to text Sawada to met
him at his job. He fiddled with his phone, not noticing the shadows creeping
closer to him until the last minute when a jolt of pain radiated through his
body.
His vision clouded and before the hero could do anything else he blacked out
and plummeted to the ground.
 
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 'Where am I?'
Hazama couldn't see nor hear. His senses seemed to be cut off and disconnected.
He attempted to move his body but everything felt like waddling through water.
Heavy.
'What's going on?' Hazama couldn't hear his voice per say but it seemed to
vibrate through his head in an echo. He tried to recall what he was doing
previously but couldn't for some reason. Every time he attempted to do so it
would cause his head to ache and red sparks to reflect against the darkness
like blood against a surface.
He wandered in nothing for a moment until suddenly, like a light being turned
on the darkness, a scene appeared before his sight flooded. Hazama tried to
adjust to it and paused.
'Oh.'
His parents appeared before him. He could barely remember them as an adult but
clarity went though his mind at seeing them again. Him, his mother, and father
were all in a house along with his grandfather. It appeared to be western style
but covered with various kinds of Japanese knick knacks like a rice cooker and
a kotatsu.
"Are you telling him stories again dad?" A young woman laughed as she poked her
head outside of a doorway that had to be a kitchen. She looked a lot like
Hazama with her hazel hair, round face, and gentle brown eyes. She wore
something simple; a bright red apron on top of blue jeans along with a short
sleeve blouse.
"Masayoshi loves hearing about superheroes don't you?" His grandfather laughed
as he laid on the living room floor with him. Hazama tried not to choke at the
man that used to mentor him for so many years, even before he heard of Red Axe.
His eyes bright, his skin gleaming and full of energy, and his salt and pepper
hair slicked back in a presentable style.
"Yeah grandpapa!" A younger Hazama replied with a smile full of teeth. He wore
a too big t shirt with a Ranger on the front of it, his favorite color red, as
well as baggy blue shorts. He laughed and wiggled his toes as he scooted closer
to the elder to read comic books on his stomach.
'That's right. I lived in America for a while when I was a child. My father
worked there off and on as an outsourcing manager. I didn't mind traveling
because I could play with my grandfather and I found so many interesting things
to engage in.' The memory brought a fresh pain to his heart that he hasn't felt
in years.
The scene went forward during the times that Hazama sat alone in class. 'I knew
English and Japanese but the kids didn't bother to play with me much. The
foreign weird kid. I didn't mind because I could draw pictures and read books.
We used to travel a lot so I never kept friends and the few I did associate
with never wrote back.'
'Where you ever lonely?' Another voice not familiar to the hero rang out in his
head. It set off warning bells but Hazama shrugged them off.
'A little bit.' Hazama admitted with reluctance as he watched his younger self
draw as the other children went to their own groups and chatted. 'But for the
most part no. I had my mind as well as my family. I wasn't very smart but my
athletics skills were good even back then.'
Then it went to an unfamiliar scene that Hazama couldn't fathom. It seemed to
be his parents walking hand to hand in a unfamiliar city.
'Okaasan and Otousan?' Hazama said in confusion. Why did this appear? He
shouldn't have a memory of such a thing. He couldn't ponder it for long as the
couple passed an alleyway and a man came out of the shadows.
'No...No!' Hazama yelled out, having a vague idea what would happen. His
parents tried to reason with the robber, even offer him money and food, but the
man seemed determined to get his way.
'Go away! Run! Don't!' Hazama tried to warn them but it fell on death ears. The
criminal shot them both; his father once in the chest and then his mother in
the stomach. Even after they both fell the man continued to fire at them.
'NO!' Hazama choked up at the man's lack of compassion towards his now dead
parents. 'I don't want to see this! Don't show me this!' Hazama sobbed out as
the attack turned more vicious; hitting both of their bodies with the blunt of
the weapon, mutilating them. The pounding of flesh against the hard object made
him feel sick. 'No don't please.'
'I want you to see this.' The other voice taunted; sounding malicious. 'This is
what people truly are. He killed your parents and then mutilated the bodies. He
did it because he enjoyed it, just like King Torture, just like Haiji Sawada.
No other reason at all!'
'NO! He could change! He's just a person crying out for help.' Hazama tried to
convince the voice feebly as well as himself. 'Maybe he was down on his luck,
or something happened or he really needed the money and snapped-'
'You're wrong. Even after he robbed your parents and killed them he continued.'
More shooting, more squelching of flesh against metal to the point that Hazama
gagged. 'The guy felt powerful that day, invincible that he got away with a
crime so he did worse. And worse. and worse.'
Blood and gore filled through every pore of Hazama and he found himself getting
sick. The voice continued, sounding more and more frustrated.'He tortured
bodies, killing more, even raping a few innocents until one day the police
caught him and what did he do? He killed himself. What justice is there from
that? What penance do the victims get?What justice do we get?'
The scene changed and in Hazama's vision a funeral replaced the gory pictures
from before. 'I remember this day. My parents they-' A small group of people
gathered, along with his grandfather with two closed coffins. Hazama stood
there as a child, barely regarding them in a black and white suit too big for
his small frame.
'I shut off everything that day. I rarely smiled and the only emotions I could
feel came from tokusatsu. Its because it reminded me of the old days, before
all of this happened. When my mother used to make hamburger steak and sugar
cookies, when my father used to pick me up and swing me from the air. The times
that we sat down together and did stances from Kamen Rider after it went off.'
Hazama spoke in a half sob at the memory of his parents laughing with him
together. 'When grandfather used to read me American comic books and manga
stories. When Grandfather used to...be my pillar of strength after they died.'
Hazama sighed in exhaustion. 'Then he left me too.'
A teenager Masayoshi stood in front of yet another alter with the same small
group as before in a similar suit. His eyes, lifeless, seemed to reflect and
remorse against the last picture they took of his grandfather with his old worn
features and saggy skin. He lit the incense and barely listened to his
relatives argue in the background on who would take care of him until he
reached adulthood.
'I went to my distant Aunt's house for a while. They barely talked and regarded
me as a relative let alone a person.'
"Thank you so much for taking me in!" Hazama bowed and grinned brightly, the
smile not reaching his eyes as he hoisted a carry all bag. His cousin only
sneered at him and his aunt and uncle didn't respond back, only giving him a
half curt nod.
'You wanted it end back then didn't you?' The other voice whispered in a hush. 
'No I-' Hazama protested at first. '...Yes I did. I hated it there. My aunt
considered my obsession with heroes stupid and my uncle kept asking when will I
study for a better career than being a 'super hero.' He compared me to my
father a lot; a pathetic person who ended up dying because he held compassion.
My uncle considered my father's passion to help the helpless foolish. When
Ishihara-san found me I barely recalled anything she said, just that I would do
anything needed to get out of that stifling house.'
'Yes and then you became a hero afterwards. We know. All in part of the
universe's making.'
Hazama froze at what the second voice said. 'The universe?'
'Don't you remember? The universe told you that it catered to your whims. It
picked you out of all of the creatures to the galaxy to grant your deepest
desires. Your desire to be an action hero. It started at birth and evolved onto
today.'
Hazama put two and two slowly together but refused to believe it. 'No that's
impossible. I had nothing to do with my parent's death.'
'Oh but you did!' The voice grew louder, having a taunting quality. 'You wanted
to be a hero, to have a back-story so the universe gave you one by having The
Tourist Killer go after your parents that unfaithful night. Then your
grandfather died a few years later for no reason despite being healthy, leaving
you all alone and nothing to hinder you to become a hero. That's the only
reason why you didn't commit suicide even though you thought about it didn't
you?'
'No you're lying! You're wrong!' Hazama tried to cover up his ears, to do
anything to block it out again. 'I didn't want anyone to die, to suffer because
of me!'
'It happened because of you anyway! From Beyond invading Earth out of all of
the planets, From Beyond giving King Torture the means to make monsters,
everything is all thanks to your inner most desires.'
'I didn't want this dammit! I just wanted to be a hero, just like in the
comics-'
'Comic books and manga are not the same as real life! You knew this but you
kept stubbornly clinging to such notions because you didn't want to face the
truth! That your parents were dead and everyone else you cared for. That you
were alone!'
'No.' Hazama curled up into nothing as images of his past self haunted him. The
times he thought that he wouldn't be a hero, to end it all, the fact that he
couldn't do anything to save his parents. The fact that he blocked out his
parent's demise from his own conscious. The fact that he tried to save and help
everyone and couldn't.
'NoNoNoNoNo.' Hazama chanted endlessly, sobbing and wishing it would all end.
He continued to wallow in a ball, feeling his conscious sink further into
darkness.
"Hey." Another voice that sounded like his own rang out. "Get up. You're better
than this. I know it hurts but you need to let go. Crying isn't going to bring
your parents back."
Hazama didn't respond but what he recognized as his own inner voice kept
pestering him. "Being a hero isn't your main problem. Your problem is that you
can't keep ignoring the situations in your life. You're in love with a villain.
You made some mistakes. Get over it. Its not the end of the world. You have two
options. You can either be with Haiji and catch him when he falls or you can
leave him and take him back to jail. Being in the middle isn't going to solve
anything nor does it make you innocent from your surroundings."
'What can I do then?' Hazama responded in a whisper.
"Change yourself for one thing. You can't force Haiji to change when you don't
and you can't keep on ignoring what is obviously in front of your face. You
have issues, everyone does, but knowing them and fixing them makes you
different than most. You have to be assertive in this. You're a good person but
you can't keep on denying other people's ideals because they don't suit your
own. Not everyone is going to agree with you. You're not right all of the time
and you know it."
Hazama weighted the words on his heart. "Alright."
"You have bigger things to deal with than worrying about being in love or not.
So get up already!"
 
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"Ugh."
Hazama breathed and attempted to open his eyes but they felt heavy for the
second time. Actually everything seemed to be burdensome. 'That's strange.'
With much effort he opened his eyelids and stared at a white wall instead of
the darkness he expected.
Hazama came to realize that the reason behind his obstruction of air was the
mask across his face. 'I'm in a hospital bed?' The smell of antiseptic and
sterilization reached his nose along with fresh flowers. 'What happened to me?'
The buzzing in his head and his lethargic muscles made him worried.
The hazel haired man managed to turn his head with much effort and surprised
reached his features.
Cards and flowers littered the far side of the hospital bed desk but what
shocked him was Haiji Sawada asleep next to him on the mattress; snoozing
lightly with his head resting in his arms.
Hazama enjoyed the few moments with the off guard criminal. He rarely went to
sleep before Haiji at their apartment so seeing his features smoothed out to
his actual age was a treat. 'He seems younger and more relaxed like this.'
The hero tried to speak but ended up coughing, the small action rousing the
teenager awake.
"Masa-tan." Sawada mumbled, throat scratchy from sleep, but very much alert.
"Haiji. Could you get this off of me please?"
The teenager reached over and pulled the oxygen mask down to Hazama's chest.
"What happened?" Hazama winced at the sound  and pain of his voice.
Haiji went over next to the bundles of flowers and cards to retrieve the
pitcher of water, pouring his fiance a glass. "You've been in a coma for a
week. You went missing after work. It took the police twenty four hours to find
you."
"What?" The whole previous ordeal seem like a moment not something that would
last days. He accepted the glass of water. Sitting up as best as he could he
drank it, more thirsty than he thought.
"That bast-I mean Goto-san spent the last few days by your bedside until the
doctors finally kicked him out. I, being your fiance, could stay as long as I
wanted."
Hazama stiffened at the mention of his friend's name more so than Haiji
announcing his homosexuality towards a stranger. He held the plastic cup near
his lips. "What about you? How did you find out? Did someone tell you?"
"I, I was the one that found you."
The hero turned at that, almost dropping his cup in the process. The teenager
continued on regardless. "You usually stick to a set schedule in an obsessive
compulsive manner so I became concerned when you didn't reply to my text back
for the date you wanted. I sought you out using my connections and the tracking
device in your phone before the police could do so. I found you strapped to the
back of boxes in a warehouse on the far end of the city."
For once Hazama felt grateful for Sawada's obsession over him. "I-you were that
concerned to come looking for me personally?"
Sawada made a cross between a snarl and a frustrated wheeze and snatched
Hazama's cup from his hands. "You still don't get it even after everything I've
done?"
"I'm sorry Haiji. I...underestimated you. I assumed that...I don't know what I
assumed." Hazama felt bad. He had a fleeting thought that the teenager wouldn't
honestly care what happened to him outside of being a 'plaything' for his
amusement. A blush rose to his cheeks. 'Stupid. Selfish Masayoshi.' Such an
action made him imply that Sawada's words, his engagement, were cheap to him
and he didn't want that.
Sawada snorted and Hazama just stared at the barren white hospital blankets. He
decided to change the topic and speak his heart. "I worry that something would
happen to you because of me." He laid back against the bed after the short
words, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"What do you mean?" Sawada set the cup to the side and sat back in the plastic
hospital chair.
"Right before I met you I met some being that called itself the universe. I'm
not sure what it is but it seems to cater to my will and desires if I like it
or not. Whoever did this to me might go after you too." Hazama yawned and tried
to force his eyes open. He barely heard what Sawada spoke next because his mind
already drifted back off to unconsciousness.
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Hazama woke up much later on. The curtains were drawn open and it seemed to be
daylight if he went by the sunlight streaming in the room. Sawada was nowhere
in sight so the hero assumed he went back home. Or forced.
The nurse must had taken the oxygen mask off along with any other wiring
leaving the model clad in only a hospital gown and an IV.
For the most part Hazama felt terrible. Nightmares plagued him, memories of his
parent's gruesome death lingering in the recesses of his mind, replaying over
and over again like a dvd on repeat. He couldn't sleep much and the times he
did felt more like a haze if anything.
A pounding headache vibrated against his temples suddenly. "Ahhh." Hazama
gripped his hair and tried to will it away but it only seemed to get worse,
almost to the point of blacking out. His vision clouded and he grit his teeth
down.
Figures, fractions, words, and rapid decimals flooded his brain. "I need a
piece of paper, something." The headache grew, making his vision waver. He
finally managed to snag a pen as well as scraps of paper on the desk next to
the cards and flowers.
Hazama wrote at a frantic pace, the streamline of pain starting to dissipate
along with the information flowing from his fingers. He breathed shakily, his
hand struggling to keep up with the pace of his brain. Once his headache died
down did he finally stare down at the paper.
Numbers, equations all littered every single corner. They would seem like
gibberish to the average person but Hazama knew exactly what they meant.
"What's...happening to me?"
 
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"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you Masayoshi-kun."
The doctor, with black hair, glasses, and a white coat, spoke to the hero after
the third or fourth day in the hospital. They ran a serious of test after
Hazama spoke of his constant reoccurring sporadic headaches. He didn't mention
the nightmares or the seemingly constant restless nights.
Hazama hated to look at himself in the mirror now. He spared a glance once
during a trip to the bathroom a few days ago and grimaced in disgust. His eyes,
traced with black rings, messy hair without the usual gloss or glimmer along
with sunken pale cheeks.
"We did a CT scan along with several other blood work and you seem to be fine
for the most part outside of fatigue and a lack of proper nourishment. We're
going to take you off of the IV today and see what happens."
"But there has to be something wrong with me!" Hazama protested, gripping his
hospital sheets under him. "It feels like my brain is exploding! I need...I
need something to do! To release all of this, these bees inside of my brain!"
Hazama gripped his head as information steadily invaded his senses to the point
that he felt like he was suffocating from it. The doctor looked at him half in
concern and in fascination and wrote down in a chart. 'Damn you! You're suppose
to help me not treat me like the latest endeavor!'
"We'll do a few more test Masayoshi-kun. I'm looking at your chart and it seems
to be that your brain and chemical activity has changed since the last time
you've been to the hospital."
An hour later after prescribing a light pain medication Hazama was lead to
another room with the same doctor observing; completely white with only a
chalkboard, a few pillow mattresses as well as tool surrounding the area.
Hazama held back a shiver at the cold mechanical vibe he felt when he was
escorted here and went straight to the chalk board. He worked out the solutions
there and even made equations himself.
Once he filled the whole board did he go over to the tools scattered around. He
started on the cube, which he identified as a Rubik from watching the news one
day and figured it out in less than two minutes.
'Coordination tools.' The others worked on his fingers and hands, which he
solved and moved along at a rapid pace. It only took less than twenty minutes
for Hazama to get bored of the room. "Do you have any...medical files?"
 
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"Incredible. Whatever happened to you Masayoshi has increased your intelligence
to advance levels."
Hazama almost choked on his own spit as he sat in the middle of the white room
once the test ended. "What?" He managed to gasp out after he recovered.
The doctor ignored his outcry and instead grinned brightly. "Everything on the
board were standardized tests. You passed them all and even added additional
information to correcting mistakes. Not only that but you figured out a few
illnesses from my patients that I never caught on."
Hazama couldn't believe it. Was he dreaming? It sounded like a bad comic. "What
are you saying?"
"Your IQ is around one hundred and fifty or more. We have to run more tests
and-"
"One hundred and...fifty?" Hazama interrupted him in shock. Wait is that good?
He tried to calculate it in his head but the doctor went on.
"Yes. I'm not sure what it was before but it seemed to jump several numbers. We
are making sure there's no swelling in your brain due to your headaches but it
seems to be that the cause of them is from boredom and the amount of
information that your brain supplies at a steady rate. When you worked on the
medical files did you have any pain?"
"No but-" In fact Hazama felt like it was natural, just like when he became a
hero. He gasped and would had fell to the floor if he wasn't already sitting
down. 'No why?' How in the world did this happen?
"That's great then! I wish that you could work in the hospital but its up to
you what you want to do from now on. I won't rush you but I will make sure to
monitor you. You are set to go home in another two days or so."
 
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Hazama spent the next day working out figures on a piece of paper. He found out
if he focused on one thing at a time, such as a medical file or an illness that
has the doctors stumped his brain wouldn't buzz as much. Constant stimulation
worked for the most part.
Currently Hazama wrote on and folded origami paper. He made several cranes, a
frog, and even a samurai warrior littered the desk next to the wilting flowers
and cards.
In fact his headaches were becoming a thing of the past with much needed rest
and they took him off of the IV. He couldn't eat curry but he was able to
stomach more solid foods now like jello and rice.
"Barely palatable for consumption though." Hazama mumbled around as he drew out
notes in between the folding. 'I could make another hero suit at this rate.' He
mused in concentration. Something that could protect him from bullets and the
elements. It wouldn't be impossible, especially not with his abilities now.
"What am I thinking?" A normal person would show signs of perturbed but Hazama
felt alive. Even his own voice that talked to him in his dreams when he didn't
have nightmares, (which might or might not be the universe,) didn't unnerve
him.
A loud bang caused Hazama to jump in his bed, dropping the paper he handled. He
blinked and turned his head towards the door where a loud ruckus seemed to be
emitting from it. Moments later a group of people barged inside rudely.
"Hazama-chan~" Mari Maya barreled inside along with the other girls of MMM.
Sawada came behind her, giving her a look. His former master, Harazuka, his
manager, the Flamengers, and even Akira Konno appeared. Last but not least the
person that came in the doorway after the others ushered inside was...
"Goto-san."
The cop seemed to be in his uniform, most likely from work, rubbing the back of
his head. Their eyes met and Hazama turned away at the same time Goto did. His
heart ached and his head pounded from emotions rather than information. Their
last encounter ended on a strange note and he couldn't, didn't know how to
confront it.
"Are you ok Red?" The former Flamen Blue spoke first.
"My dear student I-"
"Hazama! I was so worried when you vanished after the interview!"
"Samurai Flamenger!"
"Will you give him some space?" Sawada shouted after the noise rose to a
crescendo. They paused for a minute but then went back to asking questions
again, which made the teenager groan in frustration.
"Is there something going on?" His manager spoke first again. "I'm concerned.
You haven't been to the hospital in a while and I don't want this to affect
your work. I told you to come to me for hero stuff in advance."
"You're going to beat this person who did this to you right?" Mari spoke next.
"It is pretty pathetic that they whooped your ass as simple as that."
"MARI!" Mizuki gasped and smacked her girlfriend lightly on the arm.
All of the eyes, expectant, roamed on Hazama's pathetic form. Except for Sawada
and Goto. The teenager seemed like he would use his powers and kick everyone
out of the room while Goto's lips were pressed together tightly. Most likely
wanting to have alone time.
'Why do I even care?' Of course he knew why. If he didn't care nobody else
would because they didn't take the initiative. They had their lives ahead of
him, families and plans, while Hazama protected the people and cleaned up
messes on his own for the most part. Even though such messes were partial his
fault. The only person he could go to personally was Sawada, the same villain
that he fought in the past. He could talk to Goto-san but he didn't want to
hindrance his friend, especially not with the suddenly development that seemed
to create a wall in their friendship. Hazama couldn't talk to his manager on
such personal matters either. 
He never felt so aloneexcept after his family died. No wonder he drew towards
Sawada in the first place.
'I'm so tired.' Hazama sighed as the noise turned into arguments, everyone
squawking over him once more. 'Nobody believed me last time with Haiji so why
would anyone believe me now?' He wanted to scream, to tell people his strange
nightmares, of the voice echoing in his head not of his own but they would most
likely laugh it off.
"I think." Hazama spoke up in a small voice. 
Sawada seemed to be the only person that noticed and once again snapped off.
"Will youshut up everyone!" The hero's eyes widen. He never heard the teenager
raise his voice like that.
"I think..." Hazama tried again, licking his lips. "I think I don't want to be
a hero anymore."
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Masa-tan."
Sawada poked the cheek of the lone figure asleep on the couch. He frowned and
did it again, squishing in the side of Hazama's face. The months loomed closer
to summer so the model only wore a tan short sleeved tee along with a pair of
plaid black pajama pants.
Almost a week pasted since the big announcement of Samurai Flamenco retiring
from the hero business. Most of the people in the hospital shouted out in half
shock, half surprise. It took all of Sawada's willpower to not physically evict
them from the room due to their insistent questioning and badgering. Thankfully
the hospital staff did it first.
Hazama remain silent and tight lipped about the whole ordeal even after coming
home from the hospital. Sawada attempted his usual pestering behavior but
nothing deterred the former hero from his square. He didn't even answer his
calls nor his text messages outside of Sawada himself; going by his days like
usual. Luckily for him he could avoid his manager since he was currently on a
three week long vacation.
To add onto the worrisome pile Hazama decided to sleep on the couch instead of
their shared bedroom. He never spoke unless being spoken to and his responses
were one liners and flat.
"Masa-tan wake up." Sawada had enough. He wanted Hazama back to his old awkward
self. This one he couldn't read. It reminded him too much of his past and he
didn't like it.
Hazama stirred into the land of the living slowly, sitting up on his elbows and
rubbing one eye. "Haiji." The only saving grace is that Hazama continued to
call him by his first name instead of his given name. 
Sawada leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. The older man responded
back, pressing and mashing their lips together. They haven't been very intimate
since the announcement but Hazama made sure to at least give his fiance the
right amount of affection.  
When the teenager pulled back Hazama seemed to be in a daze, eyes half closed
in longing. But he snapped out of it quickly and turned back into his passive
blank look he had of late.
Sawada wanted to scream but started another topic. "Are you doing anything
today?"
Hazama blinked and rubbed the back of his head out of habit. "Yes I am."
"Can I come with you?"
Hazama pressed his lips together and Sawada wondered what the hell was so
important that he seemed hesitant. 
"Yes."
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Hazama walked out of their apartment condo quickly; grabbing a zipped up
sweater jacket. Sawada remained on his heels behind him, tugging up his hooded
sweatshirt.
Normally the former hero would take public transportation but due to the
pleading (more like threatening) of his fiance he finally relented and bought a
vehicle. An eco friendly red and yellow stripped Vespa scooter with a side car.
Sawada would prefer a car but it was better than nothing.
Hazama gave Sawada a helmet without saying a word. Normally he would lecture
the teenager about safety which would turn into a hero speech. The teenager
frowned at that.
"No I'm driving today."
Hazama glanced up at the prep work he did near the ignition and opened his
mouth then closed it. Sawada challenged the hero to say anything. He had a
permit but not a valid licence, which was the only reason why Hazama took
control most if not all of the times driving. He knew it would be considered
illegal, something that went against Hazama's moral standards on a normal day.
The former hero seemed to be at two heads and the teenager mentally held his
breath but deflated when Hazama finally relented. "Alright."
Sawada growled and put on the helmet without another word.
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The teenager followed his fiance's directions and drove without any hiccups.
The arrived to what appeared to be a shrine full of graves. 'Ah' Sawada noticed
off the bat that this had to be the resting place of Hazama's family. 
Sawada personally looked into Hazama's file to find out what he would be up
against in the past. 'Masayoshi Hazama. Age twenty two at the time. Both of his
parents were killed in the United States by a high profile killer during a
vacation there with him and Hazama senior. Spent the rest of his years living
with his grandfather until he passed away from an unexplained heart attack.
Lived with his Aunt until he reached the age of seventeen where he moved out to
live in his modeling business' condos. Wanted to become a super hero since
childhood.'
Sawada also knew that the people that surrounded Hazama ignored him for the
most part during his youth and even harassed him. 'Black sheep of the family.'
The teenager put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie and walked next to
Hazama as he went down the rows of alters.
They stopped at a row of three next to each other. A man, a woman, and an older
male all stared back at the two, frozen in time in their portraits.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to come back here again; mom, dad, and
grandpapa."
Hazama bowed his head. "I wanted to be a hero not only because of the tales
that grandpapa told me but I also didn't want anyone else to suffer like me.
But I lost my way recently. I didn't turn out to what I expected and it seems
to be that I only force people to change who might not want to change in the
first place."
The hazel haired male went down to one knee and pulled out a lighter from his
jeans pocket. He lit the incense there. "I have to figure out what morals to
stand by and what not to cling to in stubbornness. I know that now. I also have
to stop blaming myself for your deaths. There was nothing I could do against it
nor would I wish such a thing to happen, even subconsciously."
Hazama closed his eyes and prayed. Sawada stood next to him, rocking on his
heels without a word. It only took a moment before Hazama went on his feet and
walked back out near the entrance.
The two went back to the bike and the only words exchanged was Hazama telling
him of another location. They ended up in a yoshoku restaurant of all places.
"Why here?" Sawada spoke first when they were finally situated in a booth.
Hazama responded by ordering his meal when the hostess came by and Sawada
wanted to roll his eyes. He ordered as well and the former hero waited until
the hostess went off with their menus before he spoke again.
"I usually eat a hamburger steak in memory of my mother and father during the
anniversary of their death." Hazama's shoulders slumped and his whole posture
emitted defeat. Sawada loathed such a look on him and wished he could of
brought it out, not this.
"My mom made it on the weekends and when I performed good in class. After my
parents passed away I switched to curry because it was the only thing my
grandfather could make well. We still went to family restaurants on the date of
their death as remembrance. Then when he passed on I only kept eating curry
because I never ate with my Aunt's family. It was the most convenient and
supple food I could provide but I also wanted to forget."
Hazama rose his head shyly. "You probably know this Haiji but my outer family
alienated me. My mother was an only child and besides grandpapa there was no
one else. On my father's side they considered him a fool for marrying my mother
and pretty much disowned him. I'm no better in their eyes because they don't
consider people doing for the greater good as money makers. My father for the
most part worked in a non profit charity organization in Japan and the United
States. My mom worked part time at an office or sometimes with my father. We
used to travel a lot so it was only them and my grandpapa."
"When I lived with my Aunt she wanted me to move to America but I refused so
when Ishihara-san presented me with modeling I took it. At that point I stopped
caring and would had done-"
"Here's your meals boys!" Their hostess came back and Sawada wanted to groan at
her bad timing. 
"Napolitan?" Hazama questioned Sawada's choice of food. The teenage only
shrugged at the plate of red pasta.
"What did you expect Masa-tan? Omelet rice?"
Hazama blushed and waved one hand in front of him. "N-no! I was...I wasn't
expecting you to eat something childish. I mean I'm not considering you a
child. Well you are still a minor but-"
Sawada chuckled, which only caused the man to sink further into his seat with a
blush that reached his ears. 'There we go. That's better.'
Hazama huffed and started to cut into his sizzling iron skillet plate of
hamburger steak. He put a piece to his mouth and chewed. And chewed. And
chewed.
"?" Sawada watched how the former hero let the morsel sink against his tongue
for several minutes. It took a while for him to finally swallow.
"It's..." Hazama breathed through his noise slowly but a sob ranked through his
body when he exhaled. Tears started to stream down his face to fall against the
table. "I'm not sure how it's suppose to taste. I could barely remember because
I've been eating curry for so long that I-"
Sawada sighed and took his plate. "Move over." Hazama scooted over and the
teenager sat down next to him. The former hero continued to eat while crying as
Sawada started to munch on his spaghetti. He used his non dominate hand to eat
while he rubbed Hazama's knee under the table.
"It's good though. It's really good."
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The ride home remained silent and forlorn as the trip there.
The two wordlessly went into the house and Sawada decided to grudgingly make
rice in the rice cooker and microwave a package of Golden curry sauce mix.
Sawada for the first time couldn't figure out how to handle the situation so he
went with the motions.
They ate on the kotatsu without idle chatter and it remained that way when
Hazama helped clean the table and wash the dishes. Sawada put away them away as
the former hero retreated to the sofa and turned on the television; flopping
onto the cushions lifelessly.
Sawada hated this cloud of darkness that loomed in the room but his pride
refused to make the first move. He wanted Hazama to come crawling to him for
comfort like he usually would when he thought too much.  'It doesn't count as
relenting if I join him on the couch.' Sawada crashed next to the hazel haired
male, settling into his side.
'Boring.' The teenager thought as random news programs along with game shows
flickered back and forth as Hazama rapidly switched channels. The colors
flashed in a frenzy array behind his eyes that lulled him to sleep.
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Sawada awoke with a jolt.
'When did I fall asleep on the couch?' Sawada blamed the long and tedious end
of a very emotional day for his lapse. He would usually take Hazama to bed or
watch over him in a looming manner as the man slept. He rarely went to sleep
first because he didn't want to show his vulnerable side.
Old habits die hard. That and he didn't think that he was ready to do that step
with Hazama yet.
The young man tried to rouse his body and get his bearings straight. Hazama
must have changed his clothing because he only wore the shirt under his hooded
sweatshirt and his boxers. The weak lighting pouring from the closed blinds
pointed out the first rays of dawn. His mental clock couldn't comprehend the
actual time because for some reason it was distracted.
"Ah-" His voice cut off as a jolt of pleasure tingled through his nerves. He
glanced down at the source of it.
Masayoshi laid between Sawada sucking on his member, half on the couch and half
off of it. His hair, tossed and mussed, brushed forward and lightly tickled the
teenager's member as his cheeks caved in against the length of his member.
Sawada bit his bottom lip until it stung when his tongue hit a sensitive gland.
The model never took the initiative this strongly before. He would ask first
almost if not always. "Masa-yo-shi." Sawada groaned out, wanting nothing but to
come inside of Hazama's mouth with the results of his morning wood. He licked
his lips and tried it again. "Masayoshi."
Hazama glanced up and slowly, painstakingly, pulled upward with a pop. "Sorry."
He voiced out sounding apologetic. His eyes held a different matter; filled
with passion and aggressiveness. "I didn't know you were awake. I was doing an
experiment."
"Experiment?" Sawada went on his elbows and frowned. Hazama stared right back,
not deterring. 
"Yes. My mind is full of so many things so I wanted to see if sex would work to
calm it down. So that there isn't so many bees...in my head."
"Bees?" Sawada recall that expression before. He used to complain that his
brain felt overwhelmed and on the verge of exploding at times when he thought
too hard. 'What in the world happened.' This piqued his interest.
"I-I can't really explain it, I, it happened after the hospital and-"
Sawada sighed and reached up to tug on Hazama's hair. The man winced and showed
reaction. 'There we go.' "Come up here."
Hazama sat up and climbed fully on the couch. Thankfully the sofa was big
enough for him to turn around and assume position on his hands and knees.
Sawada tried not to smirk at the fact that his fiance already knew what he
wanted.
Sawada pulled down the waistline of Hazama's sweatpants and raised an eyebrow.
"You prepared yourself in advance?" The slick and dripping of glistening lube
all over and near the entrance of the former hero's anus shone out.
"Yeah." Hazama's ears redden but he responded with a clear voice. He hissed
when Sawada pushed in two fingers without preamble.
"Then you don't mind if I don't waste any time do you?" Sawada wanted Hazama to
feel this, to leave an impression. He twisted his fingers, hitting home when
Hazama groaned and wiggled his behind tauntingly, sinking his face into the arm
of the sofa.
Hazama said nothing more, only trembling and relaxing his anal walls as his
hands clenched and unclenched at the sides. Sawada added three fingers this
time, search and rubbing against the taunt muscle. 
He pulled his fingers out and gripped his neglected member, trying to resist
the urge to stroke it. Sawada guided and pushed inside in a rush; fully
sheathed.
"Ah." Hazama groaned deeply, which went straight to the teenager's cock.
Already strung up he gripped his lover's hips and went at a frantic pace, flesh
pounding against flesh, only focused on getting off as soon as possible.
"This...never gets old." Sawada breathed out with a grin. "Your ass feels so
good."
"I'm...glad you like my ass." Hazama panted out.
Sawada's eyes widen at that. 'Did he really say that?' He couldn't believe it.
Hazama rarely talked dirty or commented back on anything he said with praise.
He enjoyed his role on being as compliant as possible outside of moans and
groans.
It turned him on badly.
'Fuck.' He leaned fully into the older male and went faster, search for the
same spot and being lucky to find it again when Hazama suddenly clinched up
almost painfully tight against his cock.
"Keep doing that." He whispered against his ear, his gray hair getting into his
eyes.
"Sawada ah-" Hazama gasped out. He licked his lips and groaned, burying his
face into the leather cushion. "Go faster please!"
He did. To the point that the sofa started to move slightly and the neighbors
down the way most likely heard the two. Sawada used one hand to hold against
the arm of the couch next to Hazama's head while the other went down to grip
his pulsing member, playing and pulling the foreskin taunt.
The teenager knew he wouldn't last long at this rate, not with the blowjob from
earlier. 'When did he suddenly become carnivorous?' It only took a bit longer
before he shut his eyes and filled up Hazama's ass with his essence. He
continued to jerk his hips and tug on the man's cock until he came himself
moments later, staining the black leather couch.
Sawada mumbled into Hazama's sweaty flesh and licked against his neck, tasting
salt. "We're not done." He knew he could get hard again if he wanted a few
moments like this.
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Sawada knew they would have to replace the couch now.
The teenager sat full spread on the sofa naked while Hazama laid his head on
his lap. He didn't complain much about the fluids on the couch nor the
substance that continued to leak sporadically out of his ass.
Sawada stared up at the ceiling, weighting his words and what Hazama said
earlier. "Do you really want to quit being a hero?"
"Mmm." Hazama breathed against Sawada's stomach. "Not really."
"So you wanted to take a hiatus to figure out what's wrong with you."
"Yes." Hazama turned his head and stared up at Sawada, who decided to peer down
at him at the same time. "I'm not sure how or why but I'm smarter. I haven't
tested how smart but I know I'm smarter than normal. The doctors said I was a
genius. It's hard to believe."
Sawada thought about the fact. It wasn't a bad thing. No he could use this to
his advantage. In fact maybe Hazama could empathize with him more now. "I think
I can help you."
Hazama blinked at him owlishly and Sawada smiled lazily, his mask temporarily
off. "I wish you came out with this sooner though."
"I had no idea how to tell you. The others would not understand and I-"
"Hush. I'll deal with it later." Sawada closed his eyes and rested. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Yoshoku is a type of family establishment in Japan that serves
     comfort food and Japanese/American hybrids.
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