01/31/16

First new story of the new year and in a new fandom none the less!

Thanks to Dracophile for a lot of the inspiration this is based off of.

Surrogate Sensei

The red shopping district was a different way home than Genos normally took after repairs with Dr. Kuseno but there was a sale going on at a store he and Saitama normally didn't go to and Genos wanted to surprise his sensei with something special for supper. Groceries was one of the few things Saitama didn't protest at Genos buying, especially if the cyborg picked them up on his own, since Saitama would never let food go to waste.

His sensei was certainly the most amazing man Genos had ever met. Saitama was not only unbelievably strong but so kind despite how people treated him. Genos admired and hated that Saitama would let other heroes steal the credit for his work while all he got was scorn. He never even complained about the hate mail he would receive, only relieved that he didn't have quotas to fill anymore.

As Genos spent more time with Saitama he became further amazed by not just his strength but by his wisdom and the simple joys he got from a good sale or manga. He found himself watching Saitama whenever he could, admiring everything about his sensei from how he lounged as he read, comfortable shirtless as he absently scratched over the muscles of his stomach, to how he would stand and stretch in the morning, shirt lifting slightly to show Genos a peek of the small of Saitama's back.

Little glances of skin reminded Genos of how fully naked Saitama had been at their first meeting. At the time Genos had to been too awestruck by how quickly Saitama dispatched of the mosquito girl that he didn't take in much of Saitama's appearance besides his simple expression and well formed torso.

How Genos regretted not taking the opportunity to just look at everything that presented itself to him. To take in the muscles from top to bottom; to feel the muscles for himself and scan every inch of him with his eyes and hands. To graze his fingers over Saitama's Pecs and down his abs to wrap his fingers around-

Genos shook his head to try and clear his thoughts. Saitama had not been his sensei then, Genos had not felt this way about him then, and even now Genos doubted Saitama would allow Genos to touch Saitama the way he wanted. Though Saitama always spoke to and about Genos as if he was truly human, Genos knows that he isn't and that he isn't what Saitama would desire in a partner.

Early on Genos learned that Saitama wasn't into "dudes" and that he should consider himself lucky to be his student. It was selfish of him to want more than that. Selfish to want to touch Sensei, to kiss Sensei, to make him feel as good and as loved as he deserved but Genos would not burden his sensei with his feelings.

Genos shook his head again and tried to concentrate on the task at hand. According to his internal map, the intended grocery store was still a block ahead when something, or rather someone, caught Genos' attention.

At first Genos mistook the man for Saitama, for he was bald and strong looking, even in his red hooded sweatshirt. His relaxed expression was similar to Saitama's usual aloof one, as well as his eyes when Saitama took things more seriously which was an interesting combination. As Genos looked closer though, he noticed the man's eyes were blue, not brown. He also doubted Saitama would lean against a wall near an alley entrance while smoking.

Just as Genos was about to look away the man took what Genos had mistaken as a cigarette out of his mouth, revealing it to be a sucker. There was just something so Saitama about the whole thing that Genos' mouth threatened to smile.

While considering taking a photograph of the man, Genos became aware of the man looking back at him. Steam threatened to come bursting out at being caught staring but embarrassment turned to surprise when the man gestured for him to come closer.

Again Genos recalled the grocery store was only a block away but instead of walking away he found his feet heading toward the man, stopping at a respectable distance. Now that he was here, he was unsure of what was supposed to transpire.

"I know you," the man broke the silence, his voice different enough from Saitama's that Genos knew that it wasn't Saitama but similar enough where Genos felt drawn in to hear more. "You're that cyborg prince guy; what's a hero doing in such a shady place like this?"

"Shady?" Genos questioned. He couldn't recall any calls to his area for any sort of trouble. Was this a high traffic place for crime?

The man raised a dark eyebrow; put his sucker back into his mouth a moment as he looked Genos over before speaking around it in a way that again reminded Genos of his sensei, "This is the red light district."

"I know this is the red shopping district but there doesn't appear to be any red lights," Genos commented, taken back when the man softly chuckled. Laughter was such a rare thing from his teacher and it sounded almost dusty in this man's voice as well.

"Red light district doesn't literally mean red lights, kid," the man pulled the sucker out of his mouth again. "It's where people go to have a good time."

Genos must have made a confused face for the man smirked and licked the sucker slowly, from bottom to top, putting back in his mouth suggestively with a wink in a way that was so unlike Saitama but still Genos felt his face heat up and steam release into the air around him. He almost covered his face when the man took out the sucker again, afraid of another display.

"So are you here professionally or for pleasure?" the man made sure that Genos was looking at him before darting his tongue over the top of the sucker's head.

More steam was building up inside of him but Genos tried to force it back, looking at the man before him that looked so much like Saitama that if the man closed his blue eyes, Genos could probably be fooled by the resemblance. This reflection of his sensei, if Genos was reading the cues correctly, was offering himself up for something as trivial as money.

If Genos wanted he could kiss this man. He could kiss him until he was breathless and kiss over the rest of his skin as he panted to catch his breath. He could touch and explore as much as he wanted. He could have this man in every way he wanted Sensei.

But this man was not Saitama. It would be cheating and unfair to use this man as a substitute, an insult to Sensei.

Still Sensei would never have to know and maybe if he could get some of this desire out of his system he could stop staring so much at Saitama. Eventually even Saitama would have to notice Genos' yearning for him if he didn't find an outlet for it.

"I didn't think it would be that easy to fry your brain kid," the man teased, lazily sucking upon his treat, though still having Genos mesmerized by it, "Though if this is too much for your sensibilities I can leave," he winked, "too bad though; heroes get a special discount."

Sensei certainly would approve of a discount.

The man first tried to lead Genos to a nearby hotel but Genos took one look at it, how dirty and crumbly the building looked and how much it smelled from the outside, that Genos grabbed the man's hand and pulled him away from it, calling it unsuitable. Though the man didn't argue or protest to Genos grabbing him, Genos felt the man almost pull away when they arrived at the place Genos picked.

"You don't need the Taj Mahal to fuck," the man argued but said nothing further when Genos said that he would be paying and that it was this or nothing.

Staying back as Genos got a room, the man kept his gaze downward and toward the door, only looking around when he heard something move outside his line of vision. Genos watched him in the mirror behind the receptionist, as he held the old backpack he had grabbed before they left the alley over his shoulder, staying as still as he could as if trying not to be noticed. Yet again the man reminded Genos of how Saitama would act in a place nice like this, fidgeting as if out of place and incredulous at the cost of it.

Once he had the key, Genos lead the man to the room, almost bolting the door behind them out of nerves.

"What's your name?" Genos finally asked as he watched he man use his toes to push off the heel of one shoe before doing the same to the other. He noted that the shoes looked old but looked up again when the man set down his backpack beside the shoes and turned to him.

"What do you want it to be?" the man flicked the stick of his sucker into a nearby trashcan, stepping closer to Genos. Unlike Saitama, this man was the same height as Genos, if not slightly taller than him, Genos reminding himself of the difference.

"I would like your name," Genos insisted, nearly jumping when the man slid his hands over Genos' stomach, to caress over his sides before taking hold of his shirt.

It was almost instinctual for Genos to lift his arms as the man pulled up his shirt, lifting the material over his head. His breath caught in his throat when the veil of clothing was gone and the man was suddenly very close to him.

"Call me John," the man practically purred and Genos could not help but think of a John Doe, without an identity or background, but his thoughts did not get to wander far when the man, John, closed the distance and kissed him.

The kiss was soft but insistent, tongue caressing over Genos' lips until they were granted entry, swooping its way in and beckoning Geno's tongue to move against it as the owner of that sweet tasting strawberry tongue was making swift work of Genos' belt. The button of Genos' pants quickly followed and his zipper was being pulling down when John pulled back to breath against his lips.

"How do you want this?" John left Genos' pants hang open as he grabbed onto the belt loops and gently pulled him closer.

"What," Genos asked; his brain feeling a bit muddled already taking everything in. The room felt hot, yet John was so much warmer, almost burning him where their bodies were touching through their clothing and to spite Genos' cool metal skin.

"Do you like it soft and slow or hard and ruff," John clarified, Genos shivering at how low and soft John's voice had become, beckoning him closer without pulling on the belt loops just by caressing Genos' thighs with his thumbs.

"I-I don't know," Genos admitted, becoming aware that he had been holding onto John's sweater, though unsure of for how long.

John hummed against Genos' neck, kissing and licking there as one hand released the belt loop in favor of burying itself into Genos' hair and tilting his head a little to give him better access. He nipped gently at Genos' pulse point before whispering into his ear, "Are you a virgin?"

"I," Genos started uncertainly, "I'm a cyborg, I-I don't know if I even have a virginity."

"Virginity is more of a mental thing than physical," John's hand smoothed down Genos' hair and down his neck, swooping over what served as Genos' shoulder blade before coming to rest at the small of his back. "You're my first cyborg so I guess that makes us even."

Vaguely Genos wondered if this was a joke or an attempt to make Genos feel better but he heard John murmur, "slowly then" before pulling back just enough to pull Genos toward the bed, turning them and pulling down Genos' pants, pushing him slightly to sit on the bed to slip off the pants and socks before looking at him, kneeling between his legs.

"How does this work for you?" John asked sliding his hand over the plating of Genos' crotch in a way that made Genos shiver.

"Just a moment," Genos stammered his face hot as well as the rest of his body. He closed his eyes, breathing a moment to collect himself before activating the program to slide back the plating and allow his member to come out.

John wasted no time wrapping his hand around Genos' cock, noting how the cyborg jumped a little but did not resist or protest the contact. He started to stroke, looking up to watch Genos start to unravel. "The guy who built you is some sort of perverted genius, huh?"

"N-not a pervert," Genos stammered between pants, "D-dr. Kuseno wanted me to have as human of a life as possible."

"Is it working?" John asked but did not wait for an answer. He replaced his stroking hand with a caressing tongue, teasing him as he had done before with the sucker and Genos could almost swear he heard something pop as he as silently encouraged to scoot closer to the edge of the bed and did so without complaint. Genos was rewarded by being taken fully into John's mouth and he fell back onto the bed despite himself.

So lost was he in John's mouth, Genos almost leapt away at something wet that had found his entrance. At some point John had slicked his fingers and they were caresses over him, encouraging him to relax and let them in to prepare him for what was to come.

Though they had already gotten his far, Genos wondered if he could really go through with this. He loved Saitama and as much as John looked like him, John would never be his sensei. Each touch and caress was a lie to feed into Genos' delusion that anyone would want him like this and the only way he could get this intimacy was by paying for it.

Genos clutched the covers and found himself spreading his legs further, allowing the fingers to start their work. He knew this sort of opportunity would never come again and he wasn't about to let it slip by him.

Burning pleasure coursed through Genos' body as John stretched him out and sucked on him, dangerously close to spilling over and desperately holding on to get more of it. To be filled with something by someone more and just pretend for a while longer.

When the fingers and mouth suddenly withdrew, Genos opened his eyes, not remembering when he had closed them. He sat up a bit, watching as John stood and took off his hooded sweatshirt, with no shirt underneath, to reveal that his body was well sculpted, though scrawnier, than Genos had imagined. John was not nearly as muscled as Sensei but Genos still felt the longing to run his fingers over them and feel another person for a while.

Unaware of Genos's thoughts, John worked opened and slipped off his own pants, pushing them down as well as his underwear before looking up at him and smirking in a way that reminded Genos how very hot he felt, unsure of how his fans were keeping up with it all. He was vaguely aware that John had no socks as he plucked the bottle of lube from where he left it on the ground and moved toward him.

As if under a silent command, Genos slid back onto the bed, making room for John and spreading his legs for him with a blush feeling like it was permanently stuck to his face. He didn't have a heart anymore but he swore he could feel something pounding in his chest.

Watching him a moment, John reached forward and cupped Genos' face with his clean head, "Are you sure you're ready for this kid?"

Genos' looked up at John, his hand coming up on its own to hold John's hand against his face. He swallowed, seeing John's face so red and lips staring to swell, heated him further and his other hand came up to pull John down and kiss him.

There was still the lingering taste of strawberries in his mouth.

"Call me Genos," Genos panted against John's mouth, hoping John needed no further clarification at what Genos wanted.

John kissed Genos again, groaning into his mouth as Genos was particularly aware that John was using the lube to slick his member.

Immense heat was all Genos could say to describe it as John pushed into him, filling him in a way he never had before. Everything felt so intense, so focused, yet it started to blur as Genos hips rose up to meet John's hips, seeking more and needing more than the slow sinking pace that John submitted him to.

"Watch it there," John panted, "You're going to hurt yourself."

"I'm a cyborg," Genos all but drooled his words, unable to control it. "There's no need to be so gentle with me."

"Fair enough," John pulled out and plunged back in, sending sparks up Genos' spine.

Though still gentle, the quicker pace soon started to take rhythm, Genos clutching the covers with one hand, trying to memorize the feel, putting it into his data banks how John gripped his hip, his other hand carding his fingers together with Genos' other hand, their hot breath mixing between them. The intensity only grew and everything around him began to blur further to only concentrate on the building pleasure racking his body to the point he had to wonder if he was malfunctioning.

"M-more," Genos' voice begged on its own accord, his legs wrapping around John in a desperate matter, "Harder."

John's hand gripped Genos's hip tighter, lifting him upward as he complied with the cyborg's demands. Each thrust started to send not only sparks but stars to shoot across Genos' vision as John reached something inside Genos that almost made him want to scream.

Not relenting in his pace, John bent over to pant hotly into Genos' ear, "Who is it that you want? Tell me who makes you come undone this badly?"

Through his blurred vision and pleasure fogged mind, Genos could only see John's bald head and well sculpted body moving into him. His human brain saw what it wanted to see and heard what it wanted to hear.

"Sensei," Genos all but whimpered, clutching to him as his lover's movements become faster, harder, making him become completely undone.

"Sensei, Sensei, Sensei," Genos screamed, his vision going white as he became overwhelmed by his release, feeling his partner filling him up but unable to release his hold around him with either his arms or legs.

Soft kisses covered Genos' face, a soothing hand caressing his side as he was eased back onto the bed. It wasn't until John touched Genos' face again that he realized he was crying.