Ah…what…is this? Something cold…so cold…on my nose-

Hinata jolted from sleep, his eyes popping open with the familiar, fearful sort of urgency he'd become accustomed to lately. A long, pale finger- icy, bloodless- rested upon the tip of his nose and a smiling face peered back at him from the darkness of his room. A smooth, sickly face with the kind of smile that made your insides want to rot- the white frizzy hair framing it lit an odd baby blue in the moonlight.

"K-Komaeda!? What the fuck, get out!" he choked, scooting backwards and shrinking into his covers as much as possible- as if those could protect him.

"Hm? Have I disturbed you?" the intruder mused, his voice heavy and full of breath. "You left your door unlocked, so I thought visitors were welcome."

"Ibuki broke my door, you know that!" Hinata snapped, blinking his eyes in an attempt to clear his head of drowsiness. "Now seriously, get out!"

"Broken? That won't do, Hinata-kun! What if someone comes in to murder you!"

"I'm not kidding- leave! You're freaking me out."

"You really ought to have someone stay with you, it'd be much safer, don't you think?" He asked, his face eerily cheerful. He crawled up onto Hinata's bed, crouching behind his knees and tilting his head to the side, as if to better see Hinata's features. "I'll stay with you tonight, since it'd make you feel safer."

The other boy grimaced, pushing back against his wall as if he wished he could melt into it. "S-shut up, that would not make me feel safer!"

Silence fell over them, the buzz of electronics becoming apparent in the awkward void. It was then Hinata noticed his heart beat- loud and rapid, pulsing through his chest and sending waves of sound throughout the small room. Komaeda's eyes seemed to shift- just barely- as if he was focusing in on the heart beat itself. Hinata blushed, stumbling for words- anything to break the silence. "Uh..um…I mean…what are you doing out at night anyways? "

"…"

"Well?"

Blue, intent eyes stared at him- at first glance Hinata would have called it a blank stare, but there was something underneath it- an emotion Hinata wasn't familiar with. Curiosity, maybe? No, he thought, it must be much more sinister an emotion than curiosity…

"Aren't you going to answer my question!?"

"Oh! I'm allowed to speak again?" Komaeda chuckled, as if he was truly relieved. "It's such a pain when you guys make me stop talking- not that I'm complaining or anything! It's what a wretch like me deserves, after all."

"No way," Hinata said sternly, rising to his knees and shaking the bed, "If you're going to insist on staying here you can't start saying all that creepy stuff! I won't put up with that!"

Komaeda glanced up at him with a somber expression, and then glanced away abruptly, hiding his face behind his fluffy mop of hair. "Hinata-kun…don't you feel the same way? A Super High School Level person like you, born with talent and entrusted with hope…does it not disgust you to have to be around the likes of me?"

"S-stop, I'm not kidding!" Hinata ordered, a frustrated anger rising within his stomach.

"Don't you enjoy telling me to shut up? Don't you want to use me to better your situation- it's all I'm good for after all…"

"Stop!"

"I'd be happy to do whatever pleases you- it's not my opinion that matters really. I just want you to understand that powerful position you have- the authority you deserve to have over filth like me!"

"Seriously, stop!"

"Someone like you...was born to punish and abuse people like me…"

"STOP!"

"Hinata-kun…please!"

"KOMAEDA!"

"Don't you understand?"

"STOP! GET OUT!"

"Please-!"

Slap!

The sound of skin clapping skin echoed throughout the room and Hinata gasped, for a moment unable to process his own actions. He stared at his hand, quivering in the hair and tingling from abrupt contact from bony skin. Komaeda's head was pointing downwards in the direction of the slap, his breaths shallow and his hands tightly clutching the blanket underneath him.

"K-komaeda, I'm sorry…I…," Hinata pleaded, tenderly taking the other boy's head into his hands and tipping it towards- but the expression he saw staring back at him frightened him so that he stumbled back off his knees with a bounce on the bed.

Komaeda was smiling- his eyes alert and bright with pleasure and satisfaction. His face fixated on Hinata's, with a sick sort of admiration. "Thank you, Hinata-kun!" He mused, then started laughing uncontrollably- his voice choking on quick breaths between cackles. "To be slapped…straight in the face by such a hand…! This feeling really is the best!"

"Y-you…fucking sicko!"

Komaeda lunged forward, his eyes never leaving Hinata's, grabbing at his wrists tightly- desparately. "If you're angry you can use me as your punching bag all you want! If you're not too disgusted too touch me, then please! Take out all your anger on me, I'll gladly serve you! Hinata-kun!"

Hinata tried to break away, the sharp, cold feeling of panic shooting up his spine and down his arms. He struggled, but was too smashed against the wall to gain leverage over the other boy easily. The panic started pulsing throughout his entire body, aching in his eyes and circling his stomach. The feeling became hot within his body- adrenaline fueling it and tightening the pressure on his lungs.

Hinata snapped.

Summoning his strength he threw Komaeda to the ground with a hard thunk. The second he had one of his wrists free he reared back and swung at the pale, smiling face below him. Soft skin rippled underneath him, and Hinata fumed, taking another strike. He pounded his fist into Komaeda's face over and over- bam, bam, bam. Komaeda gurgled with laughter underneath him, wriggling around under the weight of Hinata's body almost in pleasure. Blood seeped from his nose and mouth, splashing upwards with every hit until finally Komaeda's laughter subsided.

It was then that Hinata- still not clear of mind- and raging with the anger of a sad, frightened child- took Komaeda by the collar and pulled him upright, pushing against the wall and bringing his knee swiftly into his stomach.

"Hngh!" the pale boy winced, a stream of pretty, red blood streaming from his mouth while his hands desperately fingered the wall for support. But before he could even lift his head again, Hinata swung his knee once more- but this time right into the groin.

"H-H…Hinata!" he screamed, arching backwards and then toppling forwards in a painful grimace. Hinata shoved him backwards immediately, using his hand to keep the bleeding boy upright. His eyes were blazing still, eager for a release- a climax that seemed to be building within him. Blood stained hair dripped over closed eyes, trickling towards a huffing, quivering smile. "Oh…Hinata-kun…"

"Look at me!" Hinata ordered instinctively, his mind thinking ahead of itself. What was he going to say? What was he going to do now that he'd given in to Komaeda's game?

Komaeda's body tensed at the order- fear showing for the first time. His eyelids fluttered open and widened when he realized just how close Hinata's face was to his own.

The boys, once again, fell into silence. This time, both of their heartbeats became awfully apparent, beating off time together. And there, in the middle of the night, alone together- the strangest thing Hinata would ever experience rose up and overcame them both.

It wasn't until the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth that Hinata even realized they were kissing- but they were. Komaeda pinned against the wall, and Hinata pressing into him- their heads swiveling around each other rapidly and with passion. The brown haired boys tongue surged into the soft, swollen mouth, brushing against teeth and smooth meat. Hands reached up to grasp at Hinata's back, and he flinched, reaching up to push the away. But when their hands made contact, they seemed to melt together into one shaking and desperate mass. Fingers grabbed and slid under clothing, tearing at the bodies before them exploring them with eagerness. Saliva and blood dripped from their mouths and spilled onto necks and chests, the fluids being rubbed between skin and cloth and then skin again.

It was messy and hot- both boys gasping between the movements of lips. Hinata bit down violently and Komaeda audibly moaned and reached up to grab the face he so admired. They looked at each other with open eyes for what seemed like the very first time.

"Tell me what you want…and let me give it to you," Komaeda breathed softly, the deepness of his voice carried with the scratchy lightness of a whisper, the inflections burning into Hinata's ears and causing a rising in his stomach.

Hinata blushed bright and turned away- unable to speak. However his hand rose gently and rested atop the head of fluffy hair in front him. He swallowed nervously, and lightly pushed down.

Komaeda obeyed, using the light push to fully lean down onto his knees. He hugged onto Hinata's legs, the warmth of his crotch resting against his face. He took a deep breath and felt the pulse of blood also pounding within the other boy's pants. He smiled, using delicate red-stained fingers to unzip Hinata's pants and pull them down. He did it slowly- methodically- each cold finger lingering a bit until they rested underneath the elastic of a humble pair of boxers.

As they slid down, Hinata gasped- his clock flinging outwards into the open air- already hard and dripping. Guilt sank with him- and Hinata opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by Komaeda's long, freshly pink tongue licking at his tip.

He shivered, reaching his hands out and bracing himself against the wall while Komaeda crouched beneath him, his mouth lightly licking up and down his member in a torturously innocent fashion.

Komaeda's hands gripped at the base, lightly caressing his sack, while his tongue began to circle around Hinata's tip, and his lips began their venture, closing softly. Komaeda moved his head forward, edging bit by bit down his throat- and Hinata grunted, the feeling of a mouth- so soft and wet- around his cock sending a sensation throughout him he'd never experience. He leaned forward, eager to be fully submerged into this wonderful opening- but Komaeda moved back teasingly.

"K-komaeda..!" Hinata growled, burrowing his hands into soft, frizzy hair and taking control of the movement. He thrusted into his mouth and held it their- his mind unable to adjust for a moment to the amount of pleasure he was feeling. Komaeda gagged, struggling to breath and pushing against Hinata's thighs with his hands- but Hinata only began to thrust harder and rougher, fucking the young mouth as deep and violently as he could. Thrust, thrust, thrust! Komaeda clawed and choked and could feel blood dripping down his throat while the cock invaded his airways and seemed to fill his entire throat with burning friction. The boys fought each other- Hinata pulling the other body towards him and Komaeda pushing away until finally Hinata lost grasp and Komaeda's head went flinging backwards, landing hard against the wall.

Hinata, still eager for release, grabbed at Komaeda's face but the young boy resisted, looking up desperately with his large blue eyes. He was covered in sweat, blood and saliva- all the liquids sliding and dripping over his pale body while he trembled there- almost endearingly- on the wooden floor.

Hinata gulped, looking into those eyes- confused and worried. Had he gone too far? Did the pleasure go to his head?

"Hinata-kun, if that is what you want I'll do it but…" Komaeda paused, chuckling briefly with his bloody smile, "Wouldn't you like to finish in a different hole?"

Hinata jolted back, and slapped him across the face again, the shock of his statement angering Hinata to no end. "That's…you're disgusting! I-I wouldn't!"

However Komaeda ignored him, shuffling around and arching his ass towards the other boy, dropping his pants and underwear down. "I know it hurts, but it's really all I'm good for. My body is to be beaten and my holes are to be fucked…I thought you agreed?"

Hinata kicked at the boy, causing him to turn over onto his back and he winched when he saw Komaeda's member- upright, rigid and casting a beautiful blue shadow over his pale skin.

"Close your legs, I don't want to see that!"

"And yet…" Komaeda whispered, spreading his legs open and reaching between his own thighs, "You still seemed so turned on. I can't bear to see you left like that."

Looking down, Hinata noticed his cock still fully erect and pounding, making his fingers shake beside him. Frustrated, he grabbed the pale boy and shoved him onto his bed, looking around the room for his pants. "I told you I'm done with this! Put on your cloth-"

His breath caught as cold fingers reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling it towards Komaeda's ass whole. Together, the hands pressed against the soft opening, the skin folds soft and warm against Hinata's skin. "You can have what's never been touched and not feel guilty for a second. Only people as filled with Hope as you deserve to have something so innocent and new."

The words shook Hinata, making his cock pulse even faster. His fingers began to slip into Komaeda's opening- the crevice squeezing against them as if to suck them in further. He slid in one finger, then two- pushing them in and out and reveling at the feeling forcing through such a tight space and pulling out again. Komaeda grabbed at the blankets rapidly, spreading his quivering legs onto either side of Hinata's body. He breathed little moans, biting his lip at the uncomfortable pain. Hinata slid in a third finger, and then a fourth- completely mesmerized by the texture and the movement as Komaeda's asshole resisted him.

Pulling out his hand quickly, he tossed Komaeda over onto his stomach, lifting his ass up towards his hungry cock. "This is it, Komaeda…" he whispered, almost unsure if he was really ready to do this himself. "Spread your ass for me, okay?"

Komaeda hesitated, then lifted his hands and pulled at his ass cheeks, his little hole pink from agitation now exposed. "Keep your hands there…" Hinata ordered, placing his head against the whole and shifting his weight forward. His hands reached out and pushed Komaeda's smooth, pale back further into the bed while his cock worked to spread tight skin.

"Hng! A-Ahh…Ah!" Komaeda winced and wailed, his cries muffled by the sheets surrounding his face. His backside arched up shook- but that only served to send Hinata's penis a little deeper- the head now almost fully submerged. Skin began to rip and Hinata paused, taken aback.

"K-Komaeda…are you…is it okay?"

A stern sweaty face swung back towards him from below, his bed sheets creating a pretty pool beneath him. Those blue eyes- intent and crazed- spoke leagues to Hinata and he knew:

Komaeda wanted this. He wanted to be used and punished and hurt.

And if that's what he wants…

Hinata took his hands and grabbed firmly at Komaeda's hips, bracing himself. In one violent thrust, he pulled Komaeda's ass up onto his cock. Once he was almost completely submerged- he paused to gain his breath and relish the amazing feeling of Komaeda's ass squeezing around his hardened member- and then he began to move. Pounding again and again with quickening speeds- ignoring the blood now dripping down Komaeda's thighs and the light muffled screams coming from him. Grip tight on his thighs, fucked the young boy's ass hole with arrowed, bouncing strokes. His cock relentless widened and stretched the skin again and again until the pain became so familiar it started to feel good to Komaeda.

Komaeda's own penis began to twitch and rise even further- riding on a climax as Hinata rode his ass as violently as he could. "I…I'm sorry…I'm going to...-Hinata-kun!"

Komaeda shot out hot, sticky liquid with a scream and Hinata grimaced. "You're cumming from this? You fucking creep…."

Komaeda looked back at him, drool seeping from his upturned mouth and his eyes hazy with pleasure. "P-please…punish me…for cumming before you…"

Hotness rose all over Hinata's face and he looked at the other boy- smiling and drooling from the feeling of his cock pounding into him. His smooth cheeks blushing from the pleasure of being turned over and fucked like slut. Surprise filled him as Hinata realized he was turned on from that face- that perverted, ugly, sickly face smiling back him and begging him. Hinata liked it in a way he'd never liked anything before- strongly and desperately.

He then began to claw into Komaeda's thighs, and thrust even further inside. He lifted a hand and smacked an ass cheek- the skin firm from Komaeda's hands still prying them open. He slapped them again and again, leaving trails of popped blood vessels as he pounded. Komaeda wriggled around in pleasure, his blood and sweat pooling around him. Hinata could feel himself reaching his climax, and so he roughly exited and flipped Komaeda over once more.

He crawled on his knees over the boy's chest and towards his face, forcing one of Komaeda's hands toward his penis.

"Finish me off. I want to cum all over that disgusting face of yours."

Komaeda's eyes widened and he obeyed quickly, pumping his hand around Hinata's quivering cock. He breathed in and smiled, his mouth gaping over.

"You like the smell of your own ass, you fucker?" Hinata grimaced, bracing himself for release, "You…are…you are truly…-Hn!"

Hinata came dribbling strings of dewy cream across Komaeda's waiting face. He fell back to lay beside the other boy and gasping for hair. He turned his head to see Komaeda desperately licking his cum from around his mouth and panting.

"You are truly disgusting."

Sorry for the few spelling mistakes! Maybe I'll fix them one day...but I dunno I'm awfully lazy! :)

I'm thinking of writing another chapter...where *SORTA SPOILER* Komaeda has found out that Hinata wasn't a Super High School Level student after all, and decides to take revenge. Poor Hinata...it'll prob be much more violent and demented when Komaeda is calling the shots...ahhh :) Let me know if you think I should write it or keep it inside my dirty little mind, haha!

Thanks for reading! I'd love feedback!