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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ワンパンマン_|_One-Punch_Man
  Relationship:
      Genos/Saitama_(One-Punch_Man)
  Character:
      Genos_(One-Punch_Man), Saitama_(One-Punch_Man)
  Additional Tags:
      Enemy_Lovers, Enemies_to_Friends_to_Lovers, Homophobic_Language, Bottom
      Genos, Genos_basically_has_a_pussy, Genosai, Villain_Saitama,
      Villain!Saitama, Frenemies, rape_to_not_rape, if_that_makes_any_fucking
      sense, Alternate_Universe_-_Dark, Alternate_Universe_-_Villain!Saitama,
      Saitama_is_an_ass, slander, sexually_frustrated_Saitama
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-02 Words: 5406
****** Tiny Broken Heart ******
by wimmla
Summary
     This is a short story on the question, "What if Saitama was a villain
     and Genos was the Hero?" Then they would become frenemies??
Notes
     So.......
     This is my fic.
     I kept reading fics where it was villain saitama and Genos, or they
     knew each other and blah blahbklha
     and I didn't like that.
     So I wrote one on where they don't know each other! Enemies to
     friends, but still kinda enemies. :)
     please comment!
The once great hero had gone rouge. Genos knew little of him, as did everyone
else. The former hero never got any recognition in the past, that’s why so many
ponder the idea he became his current status as a renowned villain in ill will.
All the disrespect and bullying for saving all those innocent lives can make a
man this way; hateful, shameless, and spiteful.
Genos had only heard the rumors of the strange ex-bald-hero, until the day he
saw a similarly described man punching a hole through some D rank hero at a
store he happened to be passing by. The villain let his woes be known, loud
enough for the next block to hear, claiming that the "hero" cut in front of him
for the sale he’d been waiting for since early in the morning. Just before
anyone could scream for a hero, the villain had already left in a huff of rage.
This was their first meeting.
Genos follows after the villain, quickly and quietly, dashing building to
building until he sees the man no more, stopping in the middle of a quiet
neighborhood. Perhaps this is where he lives? Genos hears a crunch behind him
and turns to see before getting punched in the middle of his face - sending him
flying to the next roof top… 10 buildings over.
“Tsh…” Genos hears above him, he fumbles to get up only to be stopped by a foot
to the chest. “Stay. If you ever follow me again the next punch might not be so
gentle.”
Genos hears a pop and fizz resulting blindness of his left eye, he can see
smoke pouring out of the side of his face with his good remaining one. A hand
comes into view as it grabs his shirt and brings him face to face with his
death. “OY, do you hear me… metal… guy? STAY AWAY.” Genos could only manage a
moan and crackle, his sensors haywire, before the man tossed him back down and
disappeared.
Genos remembered that moment as he spent a few days being repaired, he was
going to kick this bald man’s ass for what he did to him. Genos searched for
the bald villain for weeks, asking random civilians and checking the hero
association data base for any sightings, but it was like this guy was
invisible! With strength and power like that he’d expect to see more sightings,
especially after the death of a D class hero.
The second meeting was by chance, he was asking an old women if she saw any
strange, young men with a bald head.
“Why, yes!” The old woman admitted. “I just saw a strange bald man at the
supermarket I was just at! He took the last packet of udon noodles on sale!
Why, everyone was angry, but that’s what happens when the last person gets the
last sale item I suppose-“ As the old woman rambles on, Genos stayed put, for
it would be a very unlike hero thing to do; to leave a civilian rudely without
saying thank you, even if you were in a rush.
As the old woman went on, Genos saw a flicker of light come from the corner of
his eye, reflecting off a bald head in fact. Genos stood still as the bald man
walked toward him, did he remember him? Was he going to kill him right here and
now? Genos got ready, steam pouring out of his vents, his eyes lighting up and
arms-
He walked right by him.
Genos didn’t even notice the old lady pulling on his hand, placing a juice box
in it, and walking away happily. Genos kept his eyes on the bald man, and
followed him like the time before. An hour had passed since he’d been following
and Genos swears that he’s seen the same tied up dog at the 7-11 at least 20
times now. But the strange man strolled on in the same path, until Geno turned
the corner behind him, only to lose him for a second time. The scanners in his
eyes flickered on as he frantically searched around - turning in time to see a
foot an inch from his face.
Genos spiraled down the alley until an abrupt stop from the concrete wall,
before sliding to the ground the villain put his hand around the robots throat
and with a very… blank expression. Usually, from Genos' experience, a villain
would at least have the enjoyment of kill in their eyes; cocky and abrasive.
He threatened him again. “Oy, robot man, I thought I told you to fuck off last
time I kicked your ass.” The tone was monotone and lacked all real seriousness,
so it genuinely confused the cyborg.
“W-What’s…?” Genos managed with what little breath he had.
“Oh come on,” The bald man said lessening his grip around the robots neck. “I’m
not even grabbing that hard, you should be glad I’m in a good mood today.”
Genos glared at the man and then down to the supermarket bag in his other hand.
Good mood? For some cheap udon?
“What’s your name, criminal?” The request came out hoarse, but at least he
could finally ask it. He is a worthy adversary, never has any villain been able
to knock him out so easily before. The grip became stronger than before, making
oil spout from his eyes, nose, and around the man’s hand on his neck. Genos
could barely make a noise.
“Saitama,” Through teary, oil soaked eyes Genos could see his expression
changed. “And that’s Sensei to you, what’re you? 13? You’re following me around
like a fucking school boy with a disgusting and disturbing crush.” Saitama
pulled at the sweater he was wearing, cocking a brow. “Are you attracted to me?
Is it because of these breasts you see here? Poor kid, they’re not real buddy,
maybe you should go back to your little toy-maker and they can get your eyes
checked.”
Genos was fading fast, “Oh don’t cry!” He continued laughing, wiping the runny
streams of oil from his eye. “I am sure there are plenty of girls… or guys out
there for you, might be hard to find one with boobs and a cock, you futanari
freak. You should really read your school books instead, maybe you’d learn –“
Genos became limp in his hold, he no longer felt the mechanics running in his
legs or arms. He slowly shut down, remembering the fire in those eyes.
 
 
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There were a couple meetings after that incident. He really couldn’t forget the
night he woke up on backup power in that ally, alone, with a note attached to
his chest reading, “Fuck off! I mean it this time! – Saitama.” It had become
Genos’ number one mission, to bring this criminal (who is not just a loose
cannon for public fighting, but also the strongest person he’s ever faced in
his career) down at all costs. But every time he would follow the antihero, he
would end up missing a limb, get insulted about how he looked like a love sick
school boy, or sometimes he would just run away after hours of Genos’ stalking.
A cowardly homo-phobic - Genos labeled Saitama as. Every time the cyborg was in
his mercy he had to make sure to hit him with some sort of homo-phobic slander
or comment. Whenever he follows Saitama around he’d say something like, “You’re
just begging for it, faggot.” Or the one time Saitama brought him to his knees,
“I knew you loved sucking cock, but I’d never thought you go as low to suck he
dick of a Villian! Isn't that degrading?” It was always the same, “cock-slut,
poof, fairy, cum-bucket, robo-homo, cyber-hole.”
Genos didn’t know why he called him these things. It sure wasn’t anything he
was doing, he was trying to kill the man, and there wasn’t anything sexual
about it. He thought that’s what Saitama should be thinking since every meeting
they had ended with blood or oil, he definitely knew he wasn’t coming on to the
villain.
Months had passed with this unbidden torture, until Genos came to the
conclusion that this mission was just not fucking worth it. Yes, he is the
strongest villain with the association, yes, he has publicly humiliated him
more than once, and yes he is an indecent human being, but Genos had other
things to worry about than some stupid revenge (that he really wish he could
act upon) – But the truth was… Saitama was just too powerful and he valued his
career more than his personal life.
So Genos quit. He didn’t want to give the attention that the scum bag didn’t
need.
So life became normal again, Genos did his weekly missions and kept his rank up
in the hero association. What Genos did not think about was that his stalkee
would become the stalker; Genos hadn’t noticed this until he saw the gleam from
the bald man’s head, blinding him in the middle of a crowded street. His
sensors noticed Saitama at the top of four story building, but one blink and he
disappeared, Genos felt weary. He kept on his toes in the streets from then on,
having the feeling of being watched; those expressionless eyes following him
was keeping his body ready for battle every day. For a month this was the
routine.
 
 
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Genos thought it was somewhat strange how Saitama always grabbed him; pushing
him into the wall, straddling him, choking him from behind, and then getting
even creepier as Genos struggled against his force. He didn't fight like anyone
Genos knew, he would be choking him one moment and then the next Genos would
see something in his face go soft – or when pushing him to the wall, he could
feel a hand graze his wires before breaking a limb off. He remembers a time
before his power shut off, Saitama looking down at him with a red face. If
Genos was crazy he would say the villain found him attractive, all his status
readers told him that the look in Saitama’s eyes was what lust looked like.
Genos, of course, read these results over and over again, but decided that it
was an error, maybe it was a lust for murder?
His readings matched these same results on a Friday when Saitama sits upon him
again, this time in a nearby park. The fight, however, did not last long that
afternoon because Genos, the innocent and un-human like mind that he has, asked
Saitama if he found him attractive. The man’s face turned a shade of red again,
before breaking Genos’ jaw. His head was yanked back to face Saitama with one,
static-y eye receptor working.
“You’re a funny guy.” Saitama chuckled, before raising his arm to knock him out
for another time. Genos prepared for the impact, but to his surprise the
villain ruffled his hair. “Your eyes must not be working, robo-man.” Saitama
said, poking his chipped forehead.
“Left section B-34 down, right B-34 diagnostics of electromagnetic noise: due
in part to thermal destruction produced by the inner electronics-“Genos began,
only to be rudely interrupted.
“So… no?” Saitama huffed, moving his hand to clutch to Genos’ jaw and the other
to the top of his head, forcing the pieces back together. “Just stop talking.”
Saitama got up without worry, not noticing that Genos could see well out of his
right eye and seeing the tent in the man’s pants. “See you in a couple days!”
Saitama waved before he disappeared from sight, never knowing that Genos saw.
After the… incident, Saitama fought blander, and it was almost like when they
fought that he gave pointers on fighting technique to better his needs of
defeating him. He didn’t knock him unconscious or give him any life threatening
punches, he was avoiding attacking it seemed, even though he was the one to
engage in battle. One day, the man even offered to have Genos come out to lunch
with him, Genos declined-confused, Saitama took it rather well and patted him
on the shoulder, “Next time then.” The two had never been this close to one
another, well, in matters of not beating the shit out of each other – actually
just casually standing next to one another, Saitama would touch him in a way
that was careless and friendly? Was this villain treating him as a friend?
These acts of kindness occurred frequently for months on end, and Genos was
slowly accepting them.
Genos would go to lunch with him. Saitama would bring him to his favorite
spots, telling the other stories. Like how he vanquished the unbelievable or
where he once got the rare item on sale. It was on one particularly long day,
when Saitama let the sparring go on well into the night, where the moonlight
would catch his figure in a way that made Genos see a side of the man he hadn't
before. Genos felt something he hasn't felt since he was human and in that
moment Genos was becoming aware. In this moment Saitama looked up at the night
sky, lowering his fists as he did so, looking back around to smile greatly at
the boy yelling something to him, but Genos didn't bother craning to hear, he
was probably too far away to actually hear anything anyway. All he noticed was
the man walking toward him now, hand reaching out to ruffle his hair, but
before he could the cyborg flinched. Genos' eyes met his superiors, in question
and wonder. He never seen the look that Saitama gave him, but he only saw it
for a split second before he lightly knocked his fist with his jaw in praise
before leaving.
Until Genos remembered the reality of their situation, coming to the conclusion
that becoming a "friend," with a villain was inappropriate in this day and age.
In fact, remembering how awfully he treated him in the past... he didn't want
this brute's friendship.
“I don’t want toplay with you anymore, Sensei.” Genos admitted one afternoon as
they sat down for a break.
Saitama put his juice to the side, “I’m sorry?”
“I stopped following your whereabouts and actions for personal reasons, I
discovered that fighting you was a poor decision on my part and that I-“
“Sensei?” Saitama’s brow furrowed and eyes narrowed, rubbing his chin in
thought.
Genos didn’t even notice, he pondered, “You are not intending to kill me
anymore so… naturally –“
Saitama noticed the delay, “Naturally?” He smirked. “Okay.” Chuckling, Saitama
got up whilst dusting his pants off. “See ya later, man.”
Genos felt the fans whirr, the steam valve hiss in his chest in anger as he
lifted his hand to Saitama’s back. Saitama turned to look Genos in the eye, the
glare in his eye set a flurry of pop up danger messages in his sight of vision
- it was a look that Genos knew very well. But Saitama turned back and kept
walking, not saying a word, leaving Genos alone to wonder if this was really
the last time he’d see Saitama.
One.
Two.
Three months had passed without seeing the man again, Genos felt relief, but
also felt something he didn’t quite understand. He’d been thinking about it,
the way their… relationship changed. It seemed Saitama hated him, called him
out for the way he looked or the way he stalked him in a “homosexual” manner.
As months passed though, Genos almost thought they were beginning to be close
enough to be called friends, but still enemies at the same time. Genos couldn’t
understand the erection he saw as well, maybe it a rush from the fight? He knew
no answer to this, if the man treated him as homo-phobic as he did, surely
couldn’t be… If he was, was that the reason for the constant outbursts?
Could it be that Saitama had other feelings for him that weren’t bloodthirsty
and murderous?
Genos turned the corner and into the back of taller man, “Oh, excuse me.” Genos
said, but the man didn’t even notice, instead he focused on what was happening
elsewhere as well as many others right outside of a general store. ‘What’s with
these sales?’ Genos thought, but soon was directed to the real reason why
people were gathered. There were two men in the crowd’s center, one man seemed
to be getting beaten to a pummel by the clearly taller and more built man.
Genos wriggled his way to the center as best he could, he’s a hero dammit, and
it’s his duty to be a Good Samaritan.
“Fight back you fucker!” The built man shouted as he continued to beat on the
man standing in front of him.
“How is he still standing?” A woman whispered to someone next to her.
As Genos made his way to the center he saw a flash of light emerge from the
fight, off the other man’s head.
Saitama.
“Come on piss face, give me it. I know you don’t need it. When you’re bald you
never get laid.” Saitama let the man punch him repeatedly without even moving.
“This is an emergency! I need it now! How was I supposed to know there was a
stupid fucking sale going on the same time I was getting laid? I wouldn’t!
Because I am a man, not some fucking loser!” Saitama didn’t even move. Why?
It’s not like he was getting hurt or anything, but it was very unusual
behavior.
“S-“Genos thought carefully about what he was just about to do, saving a
villain and all, but felt like this was the right choice. Right now, he knew
Saitama would be the victor, and that he wouldn’t want a civilian to be beaten
to death in public.
“Sensei!” Genos hollered, which turned not just Saitama’s head, but everyone
around him as well. Genos made his way to the center with whispers fogging
around him. “Alright everyone,” Genos spoke up, “Please continue your regular
activities, the show is over.”
“That S-Rank hero, Genos!”
“He’s so cute!!”
“Sensei?”
As the crowd diffused Genos turned to the two men, “If you two continue to
fight I will have to stop both of you myself.” Genos knew that Saitama would
not even listen to the threat, but the man would (Given the reason Genos was a
teen heart throb and was a well-known S-Rank hero.) Avoiding eye contact with
Saitama, he stared down the bulky individual who eventually nodded in
agreement. As he turned away he heard the man comment to Saitama.
“Good thing you got a boyfriend to save you, hot head.” Knowing the comment
would set Saitama off, Genos turned his head to talk him down, but when he did,
Saitama was already gone.
** It was raining a few days later and Genos was tracking a supposed deadly
creature that had been roaming the skies last night. He hadn’t seen anything
for twelve hours or so, but he had nowhere else to be so the search continued
into the late night. In these past few days Genos had thought about the other,
but this time only certain... parts of him. Genos flushed every time the
unexpected thoughts came to mind,the villains fingers, his muscles, his soft
eyes... Genos steamed profusely in the cold rainy night air. Why does he want
to touch Saitama so much? Why does he want him to be mounting him like he did
when he beat the shit out of him? His strong thighs straddling his waist- Genos
shook his head.
As Genos glided to the next roof over something slammed into him mid-air; all
he could say was that it was an unexpected, but familiar feeling as he lay
there, rain hitting his face, until the pursuer blocked the drips with his own
face. Genos was picked up softly, only to be violently kicked in the chest and
through a widow in one of the nearby buildings that surrounded him. As quickly
as he landed on his stomach, Saitama straddled him from behind, putting his
forearm weight on Genos’ shoulder blades to keep him pinned down. Something
cracks and Genos croaks a noise of surprised pain.
Quick breaths ghost over Genos’ shoulder-blades, warm and moist - perhaps from
the damp air. Saitama’s fingers are starting to dent the metal where they lay
on his hips and there’s a message in his vision advising that he switch to
battle mode. The warmth of Saitama’s body, draped over his lower back, and an
erection pressed against the curve of his ass made Genos uneasy.
“Fucker-“ Saitama spits out.
“Sai-“ Genos begins.
“Shut up!” Saitama snaps, before something else crunches inside the cyborgs
body. Warnings begin to flash agitatedly as his system starts running
diagnostics, telling him that the lower back of his armor was crushed almost
instantly. He wonders abjectly whether he’s going to be able to walk after
this.
The room is silent, except for the distant rolling of thunder. Then the
rustling of fabric and the sound of metal break the comfort of silence when
what is happening become relevant to Genos’ attention. Genos squirmed
underneath the villain for freedom, but was quickly back to being immobile as
Saitama dislocated Genos’ left arm by one punch, sending it four floors down.
Genos remained still as he felt the back of his pants be yanked down just below
his wiring by the adductor magnus of his structure. Genos felt his T-67
manifold absolute pressure sensor wires being prodded by an unfamiliar warmth,
this area was of no use to him really, the doctor put it in for extract fluid
build up to be discharged there… He wouldn’t go near it himself really, so why
would Saitama-
“Ah!” Genos choked out, whilst wiring circuits shock up and throughout his
body, they were sensitive? There’s a hand around the front of his neck now,
holding him in place as Saitama strokes himself behind. Genos doesn’t know how
to react, waves of emotion flash so fast through his processor the only thing
he can do is panic in response to Saitama’s actions. The arm that held him down
now rested on Genos’ hip, and there’s something good in the way his dick feels
on the curve of his naked ass him, But it shouldn’t. He can hear the frantic
movements of Saitama's hand behind him, steadying himself with Genos' hole, now
and again prodding with the head of his cock.
“S-Sen-sei,” Gasps Genos between shallow thrusts, trying to speak - trying to
find out what was going on in his head. But Saitama must’ve like that because
his hands grip harder around Genos’ neck and hip, fingers digging into the
metal and pressing it into the cables beneath which hook Genos’ legs to his
torso making them start to spark, and get them both hotter.
“Sai-!”
“Shut up!” Is savagely repeated from the man behind him, “Shut up, you stupid
fucking machine! You don’t ever talk to me like that!” Every other word was a
shaky shallow tap or breach on Genos' hole. “You do not humiliate me, you do
not follow me, and you do not tease me like this!” A leg from Saitama that was
pinning down the same leg from Genos became heavier until his leg broke, sparks
lighting the shadows of the dark room.
The emptiness of the office filled with gasps and quite sobs, “Tell me you want
me to stop,” Came after several minutes, “Tell me you don't want this. Tell
me.” Saitama rested his head on the base of Genos’ neck, panting quietly.
Genos didn’t say anything, yes this was not his consent, yes this was wrong,
but he didn’t say a word, he didn't know what to do. He has thought of the
likeliness that Saitama liked him sexually, due to the slander and the way he
touched him – but this situation, if Genos replied to his questions, Saitama
would reverse the logic and say that this situation wasn’t sexual at all and
that Genos was just trying to “turn him into one of them.”
Saitama, when he first met him was like that, but now, when they were together
fighting, it felt like dancing. Genos came to the conclusion that they were
still enemies, but also friends, and each day Saitama became softer and more
pleasant to be around and they actually spent time together. He stopped calling
him names, he stopped destroying his body, and above all he stopped being an
asshole. Saitama started pulling away from Genos, unable to penetrate properly,
hearing behind him the broken sobs of an unstable man. Genos caved. He was, in
the time they were "friends," egging Saitama on, accepting his touches, letting
him get close, because he wanted it himself as well.
“No,” Genos whispered, making the man behind him silent, “Not like this…
Sensei…” As he spoke, Saitama grabbed him by the side and turned him over
gently and sat him up, one hand cradling the back of his head, facing him now
eye to eye.
There were words unspoken, a nod from Genos can only tell Saitama that
everything was alright, but not totally forgiven, in return a comforting hug
from Saitama. Genos had expected this in time - the outburst, the assault,
because there would be no other way for him accept himself than to attack.
Genos had thought of this for a while now, over the months they were separated
he knew this would be their fate. Would it be any other man he was interested
in, he would surely be dead and Saitama still as frustrated, he needed to be
confronted in the act, not able to run or deny it, and also accepted. Genos had
been waiting for this day. This would be the first battle that Genos had
actually won.
“Forget it, Sensei.” Genos whispered.
“I’m sor-“
“Don’t…” The best thing was pretend it never happened. This never happened.
He’d been wanting this - from Saitama for a while now, but not this way, not
like this.
Genos lightly grazed the front of Saitama’s lips with his own, Saitama,
however, was still. Genos tried another, longer this time, closing his eyes and
feeling Saitama kiss him back by the slightest. When Genos broke, Saitama shook
his head and looked nowhere in particular. He wanted Saitama to know that he
knew that he'd been expecting this. His actions were something to be ashamed
of, but if Genos forgave him now it'd be easier to move on and forget it ever
happened. The man above him scared him, but he also perhaps loved him.
Genos kissed his lips lightly, “I want you... Saitama.” That turned Saitama's
head back to him, questioning eyes turned to accepting ones who pulled him into
another kiss, this time Saitama opened his mouth inviting the other and Genos
accepted. Carefully, he slowly drops him down onto his cock and releases a
shuddering breath down Genos’ chest. A breathy laugh escapes from Saitama,
releasing the last of his breakdown and replaced it with pleasure.
Genos digs his fingers into the muscles of Saitama’s back, massaging a line up
his spine and out over his shoulders. With his hands returning to Genos’ waist,
fingers splayed, Saitama lifts him up and down, effortlessly, fucking Genos on
his lap. Looking down at where Saitama has his forehead pushed into Genos’
collarbone; they leave the pent up tension to be fucked out ruthlessly. The
room now plays an obscene rhythm of metal striking against wet skin.
Genos’ inner supports are jabbed out of place and more sparks fly from Genos’
body, but he pushes Saitama to go harder. Genos has been watching him for
months, basically a year now and knows that Saitama could destroy him from just
fucking him, it was a strange pleasure to that knowledge. Genos feels himself
pride on the fact that he can take what Saitama can give, due to the fact that
he’s not a normal human being. This shouldn’t make him excited. It should make
him scared. He thinks Saitama knows this as well as he fucks into him faster.
Saitama tips both of their heads back so that their eyes meet. His eyes are
dark, focused, and Genos had never seen this look before. Suddenly he feels the
pent up warmth inside his belly leak out of him and onto Saitama’s cock, making
things slippery and nerve racking for Genos; chest and arms steam with
embarrassment.
Saitama looked down at the warmth of the clear access fluid slowly flowing down
onto his thighs and looked back at Genos with confusion clearly present; soon
turning to lust, making him moan and thrust deeper. His face would have gone
bright red if it wasn’t already. Sexual needs have never been on his list of
things he’d ever considered. He’d just been developing an interest in girls
when he’d lost his body, and he hasn’t had any cause to think about it over the
past years. Plus…he doesn’t have any of the body parts to fill satisfaction.
“Are you content to finish?” Genos huffs.
Saitama laughs, “Am I boring you?” He looks up to averting eyes, Genos losing
his bluster.
“I want to satisfy you… Saitama.” Genos mumbles.
At the moment the words leave his mouth, Saitama jerks his hips up, so that
he’s all the way in and moans, lips brushing the silver stripe of skin on
Genos’ neck. “I do too.”
Genos wants to comfort him in those words, but being him is different - He’s a
cyborg, most of his human physical feeling is gone, pain, touch, sexual
attention, needs… But the way Saitama fucks into him, holds him, rattling his
mechanics and what little bone he has left, it almost feels that he’s human
again. Especially when the wires inside his abdomen sparked and shocked him
with pain and pleasure by the roughness. Saitama is a very passionate lover. He
could tell him this, but Saitama’s pace quickens.
Oh, god.
“Ah... Fuck,” breathes Saitama into his neck, hot and needy. One still on his
hip, the other hand moves to the curve of his broken back having the tips of
his fingers dig into Genos’ back, denting plats and touching wires as the other
breaks a hip bone. Crushed metal and wires hang loosely in his hand as he
continues to cling to other places.
“P-Ah-please, Saitama Sensei…,” Genos gasps as Saitama’s palm now caresses him
gently where his damaged Genos, “C-come inside me.”
Saitama doesn’t say anything, bending them both to get Genos on his back, hands
moving spatially and nervous, but still holding him as close as he can get,
rhythm building until Genos can’t do anything; his system failing, no oxygen,
no vision, no thoughts he can produce in this moment. He just clutches at
Saitama’s shoulders and hangs on.
And then, with a noise Genos never heard before, rips its way from Saitamas
throat, as if it had been held in for quite some time now. Saitama takes one
slow thrust and he became silent, Genos can feel him hot and pulsing, throbbing
as he comes. It’s all wetter now, both Genos’ and Saitama fluids pooling below,
Genos trembles as more discharge trickles down slowly onto where he is seated
on Saitama.
Saitama sits, watching as the hot liquid flows it way below him. He bites his
lip and presses his head to Genos’ shoulder.
“It’s like you’re cuming.” He states, muffled. He looks up at Genos, knowing
that this wasn't the case, wiping the condensation off his forehead and Genos
can only think that the damage done to his body was worth it. Saitama cradles
his damaged shoulder were he broke the arm off and caresses his mauled lower
back, closing his eyes with brows stitched together in what Genos makes out to
be hurt, and frustration. He kisses the top of his head for reassurance.
Saitama pulls Genos off of him and is gone in a flash, only to be back the next
second with Genos’ arm and leg. Pathetically, Saitama tries to put them back
together, lining them up and tying wires, thinking it would work. This made
Genos smile.
“Sensei.” Genos says quietly.
Saitama looks up from his work - unknowingly pouting as he does so, concern
warping his face for his new lover.
“Have you ever thought of becoming a hero?”
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