Author's Note : Hey everyone, this is Shizuo-sama. Recently, I've been into DMMd a lot. And I happen to like these yakuza twins so mucchh(damnnn.) And I thought the Re:connect end was just not enough. D: I was thinking ''There needs to be more ViTriAo!'' And since I needed more, I just decided to write a fic about them to cater the needs. I don't know why, am I a sadist or something? Cuz I really love this dysfunctional OT3. I even drew a doodle of them. You can see it here:
goo.g l /atLaaR Just remove the spaces. Ooookay without further ado, enjoy this story! :)
Chapter 1: A night of Infection.
It is dark, there is an ache in his wrists and ankles, Aoba is freezing as he lay against the checkered floor, once again nude and vulnerable. How long has he been like this? He couldn't really remember. Honestly, time feels like it doesn't matter anymore to him. It was just an endless cycle of darkness. Reality is that he feels no more than a puppet that just breathes and lay motionless all day. He couldn't even feel pain where the cuffs had bit into his skin anymore, having grown so used to it these past few months ever since his masters had taken him away. Aoba doesn't know where he's at, often wondering whether they're still in Japan or not. But the memories are all jumbled up blur and his head hurts just thinking about it. As the old memories of the Old Residential District flashes his mind sometimes, Grandma, Haga-san and everyone else.. Aoba sniffs back a tear before deafening silence takes over once again.
''Aoba-san..I'm home.'' Was Virus's gentle voice as he strides in their home. Footsteps obviously echoed through the house as Virus walks ahead, before taking off his tie and discarding it at a nearby coffee table. Interestingly, Trip was not here with him. His 'twin' had stayed back at work to take care of other Rhyme members.
When Aoba heard the noise of the door, and the voice of Virus, he starts to tremble, but did not say anything as he approached. "..." He couldn't see the figure because of his blindfold, but judging from the voice Aoba soon finds out that it was Virus's voice.
Virus scrutinizes the figure sprawled on the cold floor and instantly a smirk laces his lips. He steps towards the chained man and crouches down to his level. He reaches out to touch his hair gently, rolling the blue strands in between his fingers. Aoba wants to flee, he wants to wrap the chains around Virus's neck and suffocate him, he wants to cry. But he can't - he simply just can't. Aoba panics slightly, blunt nails digging into the marble floor below. The nerves in his hair are still there, and they still give him a numb feeling of pain in his head at the slightest, unceremonious touch.
"Nghh..."
At least he didn't get hard. Usually, Aoba finds himself getting hot and aroused each and every time Trip or Virus touches his body. Even the smallest of touches leaves him whimpering with need. As embarrassing as it is, his body has become so accustomed to it that Aoba just wants to burry himself in shame, to hide himself from the rest of the world.
''Aoba-san, you have become adapted to this place very nicely~ Fufu.'' He hears Virus chuckle, probably impressed.
Virus takes pleasure in humiliating and reducing Aoba to this writhing state in every way possible. He chuckles in amusement at the noise the other let out, before letting go off his hair. This was probably a good thing since he normally likes to toy with it a little longer.
''Trip won't be here today, so tonight it'll be just us. Aoba-san, aren't you feeling happy?'' Virus asks tenderly.
''..!'' Aoba takes a sharp intake of breath.
No, he definitely wasn't happy, but he didn't dare say that out loud. Instead he softly trembles on the ground as the lingering of the pain in his hair courses down his spine. Damn, he was so weak right now...He huffs in frustration, pulling away from Virus. He doesn't know which is worst, Trip's presence here or a long night with Virus. Although every 'session' with one of them feels good, still, it never fails to embarrass him.
As Aoba pulls back there was a clinking harmony from the shackles.
''Oh, that's right. Since I'm already here, I should probably unlock now,'' Virus speaks out, trailing his finger down Aoba's chest, softly caressing the skin there. Aoba winces back before parting his mouth, feeling hypersensitive at his contact.
''Ha..ahn..'' He lets out a breath, already feeling sparks pooling in his lower body. It was simply humiliating, he thinks. But he can't really do much about it. Aoba's shaft quivers as he bits his lower lip as an instinctive response. Virus, who seems to take note of his excitement, keeps his straight face though there was a gleam behind his glasses.
''Aoba-san, does it hurt being in this position?'' The Morphine leader questions.
Letting out the smallest sighs of relief when he hears Virus say those words, he allows himself the smallest of nods, answering his question. "...Yes..." he whimpers. It does hurt, his joints aches, his head was pounding, his stomach growling. And worst of all, his arousal was starting to kick in.
Virus is mildly surprised at how Aoba answers him. Usually, from the amount of fear the blue-haired man had, sometimes he would shut down or ignore him completely. The blond smiles cheerfully and gently snakes his hand at the hard metal. There was a few 'clang' sounds before he set him free, throwing the bounds aside. The moment the weight was lifted from his wrists and ankle, Aoba sighs and gently rubs the raw red skin, shrinking himself on the floor into a tight little ball, as if by doing so, it'll block out the rest of the world. Too bad that wasn't the case.
''Aoba-san, you're really adorable.'' Virus mutters as he reaches out, rubbing the back of his 'trophy.' He chortles breathlessly, sliding his hand up and down the other's spine. The touch had Aoba flinching, letting out a small pathetic whine as a means of telling Virus to stop, not that he would.
Then, Virus stands up once more, seemingly taking a few steps back. He can clearly hear the footsteps echo. Aoba sighs a bit in relief-
''Hersha.'' Virus calls out to his Allmate solemnly.
- but nearly wanted to scream when he heard Virus call out his Allmate.
'He wasn't going to...do that...was he...?' Aoba thinks.
A faint half-supressed laugh resonates from Virus when the Allmate came to it's master's call. The black snake had slithered across the room, before nuzzling up against Aoba, it's scaly skin brushing against him.
''Aoba-san, play with Hersha for a moment, ne?~'' he cooed.
"Ah.n-..no..." Aoba sighs breathlessly, as if all air was sucked from his lungs. He sits up and tries to back away from the slithering allmate, but his body was too fatigued. The only thing he can do now was stay respectfully still, letting the snake glide against him.
Hersha, who seems excited for a moment, darts out it's tongue fleetingly to lick the patch of skin near Aoba's leg. Its large body coils around Aoba's leg, letting out a stark hissing noise. Ugh, he was just being toyed with and he hates it, disgusts it, loaths it to the core of his being. Aoba shrieks when the snake slithered along his leg, causing him to shake it but he was already too exhausted.
Virus watches in amusement as he walks to the side, pouring a glass of water. Aoba gasps as Virus walks away, not wanting him to leave. He hates Hersha. He hates being left with him. But what he hates most was the fact that he was depraved into someone who would beg to be with Virus, beg him to come back for him. Beg him to stay and 'save' him. And this was just the case with Trip.
''Aoba-san, would you like some water~?'' Virus asks, frowning.
Confusion struck his face when Virus offered him water and he swallows hard nodding to the question. But he knew he wasn't going to get it, not without paying some sort of a price.
''Fufu.'' comes another small snigger from the blond as he takes his time, almost lengthening Hersha's time with Aoba on purpose. The snake on the other hand, surrounds him tighter than before. Aoba shudders when the Hersha wraps around him, fingers gently digging into the allmate's scaly skin.
''..Hngh!'' He can't stand the the damned allmate. It doesn't hurt to the point of where his limbs are crushed, but Aoba still feels as if the snake could kill him anytime it wants to. And it was painfully uncomfortable to feel the snake coil him.
Virus comes back, holding a wine glass with water in it. ''Hersha.'' he calls, causing the snake to slither back. A small bit of relief passes through Aoba's mouth as the snaked withdraws from his body.
He crouches down again. ''Say aaah, Aoba-san.''
Aoba looks up at Virus with confusion. He could do it himself...so why - oh. Aoba grits his teeth but...he was so thirsty...so he reluctantly opens his mouth and waits.
Virus slowly tilts the glass down to Aoba's mouth, letting it fall leisurely at first. Aoba drinks slowly, thankful for maybe half a minute before more was poured down his throat. And more. And more. And more.
And more. And more. And more. And even more.
''..Mmph!''
Virus's expression then grows a tad darker as he glowers, forcing the drink down Aoba's throat, letting him chug the drink down. Glee was written in his sharp blue eyes. ''I know how thirsty my Aoba-san can get during the day. So here's the treat. '' he says in the most polite of tones that Aoba feels sick to his stomach when he hears it. Aoba gags, hands coming up to grip Virus's arm as he chugs down heavy amounts of water, tears falling his face as his throat burned from the sensation. He can't really drink all of it down, so water has flowed down his chin, completely soaking his long hair and his bare body.
When Virus empties all the water from the glass, he throws it off aside. Water drips down from the other's mouth and body, a scene Virus found to be exceptionally cute. Aoba pants harshly, lungs burning as he forcibly swallows the last bit down his throat. His stomach feels heavy from the large intake. He rubs his mouth to get the water off his face. Before he can react, Virus lifts Aoba's chin up, looks into his eyes and licks his own lips. ''We'll be together...forever.'' He says the words Aoba hates hearing the most. Aoba curls his fingers around Virus's shirt and shudders, clinging on to him.
''…Ah..'' he is cut short when Virus leans in, giving him a rough kiss.
Locking his tongue around Aoba's, he swirls it around as he lets Aoba feel the rough texture. Aoba's eyes were shut tightly underneath the blindfold as a wet muscle wrapped around his own. When he pulls his lips away, the blond falters momentarily. Aoba lets out a mewl and pants for air, finally managing to get a little freedom from the psycho.
He stands up again, going to the couch of his room. ''Aoba-san, please help yourself up and get on the bed.'' he orders sternly. Virus's face went cold, along with Aoba's blood when he was ordered onto the bed. He has no choice, not if he wanted to avoid the severe punishment he'd receive if he said no, so he reluctantly stands up shakily. He looks away from the other, trying to avoid eye-contact, and slowly climbs on top of the bed. His heart pounds fast in his chest, knowing what's going to happen next. Aoba's earlier half-erection was still there, begging to be touched and handled with.
Virus smirks in glee, seeing how obedient the man was being. The yakuza-member sits suggestively on the couch and keeps his eyes on Aoba, clearly entertained.
''..Hehe. To think that just a few months ago, you were a completely different person. People rise and fall, huh? Like empires.'' he yaps, pouring himself some wine. Aoba could hear the gushing liquid as it fall into and fill the glass cup.
Fall...Aoba had fallen, hadn't he? He doesn't fight anymore, he learnt not to after being shoved in that box for days. Being with these two...changed him, warped him into someone even Aoba didn't recognize anymore. And to think, he used to trust them. Aoba used to think that they were sincerely good people. People who can look out for him. People who would never do this to him.
''We're the good yakuza.''
''Aoba-san, please stay safe.''
''Aooo-ba..~ I want to see your happy face. So please enjoy the present.''
''We're grateful that you were born.''
''That's because we're your biggest fans, Aoba-san.~''
The kind words that once fell from both Trip and Virus's mouths begins to repeatedly burn in his mind. Brimming with sadness, Aoba's eyes fell to the side, arms crossing over his nude body, knees coming up to tuck under his chin. Would he ever go home...?
''..Heh…But we're Aoba-san's fans after all.'' Virus continues.
''..Ahh! Tch..'' Aoba's eyes widens as he whimpers, Virus's words cut into him deeply. No, he doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want Virus to say that. That…It brings back painful memories back in those days. Where he was happy. Where he trusted them.
''The Aoba before was very brash when he played Rhyme..'' Virus narrows his eyes at him in wonder as he swirls the wine glass around, it's reddish liquid gleaming in the ambient light. ''And the Aoba now is completely broken. Or not..we'll just continue doing it again and again. Isn't it fun?'' Virus continues, trying to shame him even more. As more words fell from Virus's lips, more shame slithers up Aoba's spine, forcing him to bury his face between his knees so that he doesn't have to look at him. "...Why..." He mumbles under his breath, tears wanting to fall but Aoba would not allow them to. One day he wants to escape this hellish place, one day his fighting would prove worthwhile.
But it's highly unlikely for any of that to happen. Right now, he's been reduced to a toy with-as shameful as it is-high libido. Growing needy with desire with every single touch. Moaning and appreciating at every attention he could get. And right now in this moment, deep down, Aoba can't wait any longer. He wants Virus inside him, as indecent as it sounds.
''But..I love Aoba-san very much.'' Virus's next words had a deep tone in them. ''And we'll never let you free, Aoba-san. You belong with us now.'' As he says this, he finishes his red wine before making his way to the bed, getting on top of it. His weight causes the mattress to sink in.
These two were psychos if they thought what they were feeling was actual love. Disgusting, Aoba wants to shrink when he hears those words so carelessly thrown around. But still...there is a part of him that can't deny it. Every time these two mentions how much they love him, adore him lavishly, lusting him, desiring him… Aoba's heart pounds and his stomach does a double flip. Whether it was from excitement or fear, he can't really tell the difference anymore now.
A bit of time passes before he felt other's presence and Aoba peers up a bit to see Virus on the bed, forcing Aoba to swallow thickly and close his knees, feeling exposed. He can't see his face, yet, but he can tell Virus was definitely leering at him right now.
Virus frowns a bit. ''Even after countless of times we did this, you still haven't gone used to it.'' Virus says, disappointed. So many words Aoba wants to say to Virus, to scream and fight in order to get the other to realize that what he was doing was so wrong. But Virus and Trip weren't mentally altogether, they didn't know right from wrong...it'd never work.
''Jaa, Aoba-san. Jerk yourself off, ne?'' he orders, shooting him a brilliant smile. Over at the floor, his Allmate was curious, slithering up the bed and alongside Aoba's body. The words though, they had Aoba flushing a deep red, his body trembles, he sucks in his lower lip.
"A-ah..Nn..." Realizing that was an order, Aoba's breathing intensifies.
Virus, a patient man, simply begins to stare at him, eyes feasting on the body. Aoba used to be so healthy before and much more energetic. Come to think of it, he has lost a tremendous amount of weight. The glow from his face also had disappeared too, along with his cheerful demeanour.
Or...something like that~ Virus never really paid much attention to these little details. As long as Aoba belongs to him and Trip, everything is fine. And it still is, even after a year since they had 'swept' him off his feet ever so lovingly. After all, it seems as if Aoba had wanted to come with them ever since that day at Oval Tower, doesn't it? He could clearly remember the look on Aoba's face, how he stopped fighting so obediently and followed them. Honestly, it was quite funny.
''I won't say it again~Aoba-san~'' he chirps. Hersha starts to lick the man's cheek in reassurance.
"Nn..a-aa..." Aoba knows there is no point in struggling and that resistance would only get him further punishment. But he needed to resist a bit - he needed to hold onto some form of humanity. The snake licking him make him shudder, a soft sigh pressing past his lips.
"Virus...why..." he breathes out.
As if making the atmosphere pause, Virus looks at him thoughtfully.
That question makes Virus draw back for a while, a thoughtful expression suffusing his face. Aoba holds in a breath for a bit, fear dominating over his mind as he prepares for the worst. Instead, Virus calmly replies, to which washes a strange sense of relief in Aoba.
''Because I can't help it when you're too cute, Aoba-san. We want to see you lost. Confused. Pained and broken down. Distorted. Hopeless. ''Words keep coming and coming from Virus, and Aoba's heart sinks every time he hears them. Virus chuckles and lowers his lids, still eyeing him.
''..Just like what you did to….Mizuki.'' Virus says, hoping it would strike a nerve.
''Ha..!'' Shocked, Aoba tenses up. The mention of his friend's name had him paling, tears welling in his eyes. "I didn't...I wouldn't..." Aoba shakes his head from side to side.
Thankfully before Virus can continue, Hersha manages to coil itself around Aoba's torso, hissing out after a few minutes of staying silent, listening to their conversation.
''Oya, oya..You're not planning to crush him, are you?'' Virus asks, though he seems unperturbed as he raises his brow and a poker-face looms his face again.
Hissing in pain when his stomach was squeezed painfully, Aoba tightens his jaw as he grits his teeth. His muscles and bones were frail now, so it didn't take much to cause Aoba pain. He has to stop fighting or he was going to get something much worse. "Virus...please don't...look..." he says in a quiet tone, barely audible.
The yakuza shoots him an unamused expression. Then, Virus's hand reaches out towards his neck, softly touching the skin. He could hear the flicker of a titter escaping Virus's lips and Aoba breathes in deeply, overwhelmed with nervousness. The hand ghosts behind him, pulling the piece of cloth that was hindering his vision back. Virus slowly takes away the blindfold, unravelling Aoba's face. He places the cloth aside before facing the male again, lustful.
''..Ah…'' Aoba blinks as he looks around, the light almost blinding him for one moment.
Golden eyes flashes, mouth slightly parted on his face as he takes a deep breath. He knows he has to carry out his orders. Although, Aoba wants this too. His almost hard dick was impatiently swelling since before. He wants this, he needs this…He yearns for Virus's touches.
"G-Get...snake off me..I can't do it if…like this..." Aoba says, suddenly finding himself can't seem to formulate a coherent response.
Virus's eyes widens before he closes them, entertained. ''...Fufu. Hersha is by far the lightest punishment I have given you. Seems like the box won't happen anytime soon, ne?'' Virus says in a much lighter tone. Hersha refuses to let go just until Virus waves his hand back. The black snake, obedient, follows back to it's master 'affectionately' as Virus strokes its head. Aoba is panting, ragged and heavily as the snake finally releases his midsection and Aoba is able to breathe again. Normally it wouldn't hurt him much but now that he was so weak.
''Then, open your legs so we can see, Aoba-san.'' The blond says in a silky voice.
Aoba sighs, voice shaky and trembling as he moves to lay on the pillows and slowly did he open his legs, revealing himself to Virus. "Hngh, don't look..." he still pleads, can't let go of his embarrassment.
Virus's blue iris dilates at the beautiful reveal of his body, his slender legs, and his cute collarbone, along with the curiosity that is Aoba's member, already aroused since earlier. As scared as Aoba was, he knows this was far from the first time and far from the last time, so he allows himself a moment to close his eyes and relax, settle the unhappy nerves in his system before he shyly reachs between his legs and began to palm his soft member, sighing softly. ''Mmmngh..'' Aoba can't control his moans, finally getting hard as he wracks his body. He wanted to beg the other to let him go, to take him back to Midorijima and away from this place, to be held by his grandma and actually cared for once again. But he can't, Aoba's mind is too twisted and rotted from Virus and Trip, so he holds the tears that threatened to fall.
Slowly, a sweet feeling begins pooling at his lower region as Aoba's eyes remain half-closed.
''Just like that, Aoba-san.'' Virus encourages him. Just then, outside the room, Welter's booming growls echoes through. Aoba freezes.
His heart races. His eyes widen. No..!
''Ahh-Looks like someone wants to watch the show too~ '' He sees Virus turn around towards the large black lion crawling through the doorway. Aoba's heart shatters into a million pieces and he gasps.
"N-No not that, please...Virus..anything else..I don't want it.." He hates that fucking lion.
Drool escapes the Welter's mouth before Virus faces Aoba again. The blond's grin grows wider, almost twisted.
Contemplating for a moment whether Virus should ask Welter to join in or not, in the end he decides against it.
''Trip isn't here at the moment, so I'll just ask him to sit tight and watch~'' As he says that, Welter crawls next to the bed, poking it's large head to observe. Hersha slithers excitingly towards it, making Virus sigh.
''I wouldn't do..anything to hurt Aoba-san's body. Because I love him very much.'' Virus adds.
And yet here Aoba was, locked up and 'loved', yet Virus wouldn't hurt him? It was as if all the irony in the world gathered. Aoba wanted to cry when he hears those words.
He fears, that maybe one day, just one day, his mind would just accept the fact that their love is real after all. The thought simply scares him. But lately, he's been feeling oddly happy each time Virus or Trip touches him, kissing him, softly..all endearing...Aoba just doesn't know what to think anymore. Instead though, he focuses on his task, palming at himself and wishing he wasn't so ungodly alone in this world - but he was. And he was going to have to deal with it. "M-Mnngh.."
Virus smirks an all-knowing smirk, the Allmates focusing on eachother now no longer bothered him. He let the other handle himself, watching as the little pink bud of the tip rise up. ''Heh, looks like the part of you that enjoys debauchery is enjoying this as well..Aoba-san. Cute.'' he chuckles.
Aoba shudders when he heard Virus's words and tries to block them out, though it did had quite the opposite effect on him. He throws his arm over his face, hiding the flush on his face as he starts stroking himself more vigorously. He wants Virus's touch right now. He wants to be sated, wants to release.
As it cutting the atmosphere, Virus abruptly stops him by spreading his legs with his hands even wider, grabbing Aoba's wrist so he stopped touching himself.
''E-eh?'' Aoba, confused, looks below at him. He was concentrating hard just now until he felt his hand being taken away, which had Aoba lifting the arm away from his face to see what Virus was going to do.
A devious grin curves Virus's lips as he leans in, licking Aoba's member as if it didn't bother it. He rolls his tongue around the tip, sucking it sharply, which forces Aoba to arch his back off the bed and moan from the sensation. "Aahnng...!" He was getting hot. He was panting, pleasure oscillates throughout his entire body. God, It feels good.
Virus lets the flesh fall out from his mouth as he looks up to the other man. He closes his eyes in amusement and licks the shaft again, letting it grow even harder, as he wraps his palm around the base. ''You've become like this..'' he comments.
"Anngh..." Aoba moans, wanting more of that hot, moist mouth around him, but at the same time his stomach rolling in revolting disgust at himself for getting aroused. He wants to bury his face away, as if too shy to face Virus in the eye right now. He feels as though he was too lewd to even be talked too, just from the fact of being so needy. Aoba lets a sob ripple through him as his hips start to rut against Virus's hand.
"Ahh...nngh...ahm..." Aoba manages to sound out, not even realizing they were his.
Virus, ignoring the pleads, continues to lick his cock, taking it whole in his mouth again. He sinks in his cheeks and gives Aoba another suck, hands caressing his legs. Aoba twitches hard, a small line of drool beginning to fall down his chin. Shit - he couldn't keep his moans in, his resolve was far too weak. Fingers curled into the sheets below as Aoba pushes his hips against Virus's mouth, nibbling his lip until it bled.
"Aannhggh…''
''Mnh..Fufu.'' Virus pulls his mouth away and instantly licks Aoba's inner thigh, holding the leg. ''...Aoba-san.'' he murmurs over the skin. Aoba flushes even more.
Virus snickers and presses an open-mouthed kiss near the skin, before he slicks his own finger in his mouth. He pushes a long confident finger inside Aoba's lithe body, watching him closely. The moment the blue-haired male's pink ring of resisting flesh is broken open, Aoba arches his back hard and yelps. It doesn't hurt. His hole readily sucks in his fingers in delight.
''Hnn!...A-ah..!''
''Ahaha..Aoba-san. So tight. Looks like it feels good, doesn't it?~'' The blond says, flexing the finger around rather sloppily in the other's ass.
"..Virus...aaahhh..."
The one receiving such treatment shivers, cock twitching, body flaring up and blushing as he presses the back of his head against the pillow as he moans and occasionally sobbing too.
Virus speaks up coldly. ''You don't cry when Trip has beaten you up before, but you cry when it feels good? Honestly…'' He grabs the base of his cock as he alternates with stretching his ass to get Aoba loose and wet.
''Nnn….No, I don't…'' Aoba says, but it was clear as day judging from his expression. The man was crying, face red, body squirming with desire. He chokes back another sob.
''Aoba-san seems to enjoy this a lot.'' Virus teases, as he inserts another finger, searching for that sacred spot inside him that would make him completely weak in the knees. The second finger wasn't anything Aoba wasn't used to by now. He grits his teeth and relaxes so that he could take it easier, because Virus wasn't going to stop. This was going to happen whether Aoba wanted it or not. Honestly, the feeling of Virus's fingers wasn't enough. He wants more.
"O-Ooohh...mnnnggh..." he moans out.
''Heheh. Aoba-san, the noises that come out from you are so lewd.'' Virus sniggers with a gentle smile when he gyrates the fingers about.
"A-ah..Hn..Don't say those..kind of things..!''
Adding the final finger Virus pokes Aoba's prostate a few times, knowing it was his sweet spot. The blond strokes his cock too, but slower this time. As Virus continues to press against his most sensitive areas, Aoba lets out a heavy sob of lust, toes and fingers curling into the sheets, hips involuntarily moving against those three intrusive fingers.
Virus pulls them out now, eyes clouding his desire. He looks down, unzipping his pants as he presses Aoba down with his weight. Aoba is panting hard by the time Virus pulls his fingers out, his lungs burns as his weak body rubs against the bed. Aoba whimpers softly at the loss of contact.
''Aoba-san, your ass is alright...It's my turn now, ne?'' Virus says casually, grabbing his base of his dick as he angles it to the hole. Without warning, the blond slowly pushes the tip in, inching inside the other. The moment Virus enters him, Aoba saw stars, throat clenching as his fingers moved to grip Virus's shirt.
"Nngghh...aah...please..." He moans, tightening around the blond.
Virus simply thrusts the whole way out, before thrusting his throbbing cock back inside at a slow pace. Pleasure continues to spread around Aoba's body as he can't control the sweet moans which pass through his lips. Aoba grips Virus's shoulders and tries to push back against his thrusts, wanting more of that hot dick against his sensitive inner walls.
''Aoba-san...You're still tensed. Perhaps I need to train you more.'' Virus growls, pulling the bluenette's hair aggressively as he establishes a slow, steady rhythm.
''!'' Caught by surprise at the sudden stimulus, Aoba thrashes against the other for moment when his hair was grabbed. That was when everything became real and Aoba let out a scream of pain.
"..V-virus..." Aoba begins to drown in his breathing. And because Virus was still inside him, pleasuring him, the pain quickly disappeared and once again a soft, sweet glow forms in his gut again. It feels hot, warm and soft and it felt incredible having Virus sheathed inside him. But it was revolting to be feeling this way.
Letting his hair go and as if a silent apology, Virus gently puts Aoba's head down on the pillow again. Aoba lets out a shaky raspy sigh as his hair was freed, though the tingling of is pain still shivers down his back amidst the abundance of pleasure he was feeling.
Virus licks collarbone before resting his forehead on Aoba's chest briefly, regulating his breathing. Aoba gasps as he feels his lips on his chest, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock, causing him to twitch again.
''…Heheh..'' Virus chuckles, lightly shaking his head. He goes lower and sucks on Aoba's peaked nipple, before pounding inside him again.
Although the pain lingers numbly, the more prominent feeling though, was Virus pushing into him over and over again, stretching him wide and rubbing all of Aoba's sensitive places.
"V-Virus...nngh..ahh...haah..."
''…Aoba-san.'' Virus mumbles, as he pummels into his body, the head of his cock hitting his sweet spot in repeating motions. Virus grips the base of his cock and swirls his cock around, making Aoba shudder as it rub against his walls. After that, Virus manoeuvres his hands are at the opposite ends of the pillow as he holds them there for better leverage. Involuntarily thrashing against Virus's body, Aoba's fingers clenches into the fabric of his the other's shirt. He saw stars each and every time Virus thumps against him, cock twitching, precum threading against his stomach. Aoba gazes at him, dread pooling in his stomach. He feels as though the Virus before him truly is a masculine devil. And bit by bit, Aoba feels infected as he drowns in infinite pleasure.
As if time froze, Virus's Allmate, Hersha, starts to slither towards them, gliding over Aoba's body. Aoba was completely knocked out of his aroused stupor as his eye widen from fear.
"N-No...please. .nnngh.!" Aoba voices out, desperate.
''...Aah?'' Virus is distracted by the snake, but Hersha never really bothered him anyway. Ignoring his Allmate, he starts to grip on Aoba's swelling cock, jerking it up and down firmly. Luckily the snake hadn't done anything else, simply laying on top of the bluenette. Strange, maybe Hersha was just enjoying the scene?
Aoba closes his eyes. Thankful that Hersha didn't do anything, he sighs, clenching around Virus as his prostate was rubbed against. The heat in his belly was coiling, hips on fire and fingers digging into Virus's shoulders. Virus continues to thrust in a few more times, cock twitching violently inside him.
''Aoba-san, I'm close..''
"Ah...hah...mmmnngh!" Aoba shivers as his own orgasm was being ripped from his being. Before he can realize it, Aoba comes, as his cock spurts out hot white liquid. Panting from the intense pleasure, Aoba wraps his legs around Virus's waist, keeping him there as his inner walls convulses around Virus's member. The blond grunts out in pleasure as Aoba clenches around his cock.
Looming over, Virus closes his eyes in concentration, before he comes, the white liquid filling up the deepest, darkest part of Aoba to the brim. He leans down and captures the other's lips in a deep kiss.
Aoba sobs as lips were pressed to his. Tears fell down his cheeks as he shook and his own orgasm spilled. Even so, he kisses back rather sloppily, readily opening his mouth so that Virus can ravish and mark him all over. Once it was all over, the blond pulls out slowly, letting all the cum drip out from Aoba's ass. Aoba whimpers when Virus takes it out, his hole feeling stretched and so hot. The tingling feeling is still there.
He grins. ''Heh, all this cum. It's like I was gonna impregnate you. Right?'' Virus jests lightly.
"Ngh," Aoba sighs, relaxing against the pillow. A blush appears on his cheeks when Virus says that, so he turns onto his side. Welter growls as if satisfied at the show he's gotten.
He can't seem to fight anymore, he can't even feel anything else than pain and pleasure warping together. Aoba closes his eyes, the blush spreading. Day after day, he's gonna be infected even more by Virus and even Trip till they'll be the only ones he can cling to for solace.
Shizuo-sama: In case ya didn't know, this is just porn porn porn. Expect no plot... c: What did you think? Leave me a review, please? :C And just a heads up, there will be three chapters. This is the first chapter, where you have the night with Virus. Next chapter will be a night with Trip. And the last chapter will be both of them. Thank you for reading.