Dereism

Dereism: thinking directed away from reality and not following ordinary rules of logic.

By the Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no Baka

Ok has been doing purges so if I go all of my stories can be found on my tumblr: divine-shot. I decided to cross post this here as well since I rarely update my account.

Btw I am still doing Hetalia

Warnings: Drunk sex, Yamato/Hiro, spanking.

I don't own Devil survivor 2, which is obvious.


The chef of Jps leaned back against the bar and bit into another piece of takoyaki.

Headquarters discovered that it was the Hotsuin twins' birthday and decided to make a mockery of themselves by dragging everyone to the local karaoke and bar.

'It had to be Fumi. That horrible woman must of hacked into the information database.' No one outside of his sister knew their birthdays personally. She never made such a big deal of it in the past and hasn't mentioned much of it. Miyako even stated that she wanted to be by herself this year.

After the demeaning cake/singing celebration, Yamato sunk into the shadows and order himself a plate of takoyaki from the bar. He munched on the octopus balls with gusto, concentrating more on over-viewing work in his mind than the vocal vibes coming from the other side of the bar.

Jps was the strongest corp in the world right now and basically the secret police, it made dealing with customs as well as politics troublesome. Thank goodness the teenager had the help of his sister as well as Hiro.

The teenager was a prodigy and Yamato felt bad that such a gem was hidden under garbage. He effortlessly persuaded government officials to join their side, put people into their place, and even managed to make a bento for him every day for lunch.

"Hiro."

The man in question took a seat next to him. His face was slightly flushed and Yamato wondered was he intoxicated.

"Yamato, sir." The teenager raised a pale eyebrow; Hiro never called him 'sir.' In fact that teen would call him playful nicknames or force him to try his sister's attempts in cooking. He was a joker but serious when it came to be.

"What are you doing here?"

Hiro put his hands in his face and Yamato looked him up and down; he still wore his modified JPs uniform. It was exactly like his own but it had a hood with bunny ears on the back.

"I'm avoiding Miyako; she wanted to do a duet with me." He ordered himself some sake and stared at the bottle and cup. "It's weird; over a year ago I couldn't drink this."

He downed the drink and coughed slightly. "Have you ever drank before Hiro?"

"N-No." Hiro coughed again and rubbed his nose. "This is the first time I tried it."

"What, pray tell, makes you want to do so now? You do know that people are disgustingly embarrassing drunk." Yamato gestured towards the drunk Joe and Makoto, who were singing on stage the song called "Rolling girl," off key.

"It's because of the text I received today." Hiro slumped down, hiding his face into his arms. "It's from my brother."

"Oh?" This Yamato was interested in.

"Yes." Hiro slurred the word. "He wants me to 'abuse and use,' my new-found power. I told him I didn't want to do so and he kept urging me on, telling me that he wanted to unite both worlds."

"Unite?"

"Yeah; I'm not from this world." Yamato saw that Hiro was dozing off. "I'm from a similar world. I tried to escape but sadly this world ended up like the other one, but instead of a lock down with demons we get aliens and instead of it being peaceful, I ended up making a hierarchy out of this world for love. I'm not that much different from Ab-"

Yamato frowned as his second in command started to snore. He sighed and gathered the depressed teen into his arms, putting one arm over his shoulder and dragging him.

"Chef?" Fumi watched with amused eyes as she sat near the door with a cup in hand and Yamato wondered did the woman goal Hiro to drink; the teen vulnerable.

"I'm gone; this party is over. Make sure Miyako returns safely."

She nodded and laughed; sipping on it and directing her attention back to the fools singing on stage and/or making out.

~0~

Yamato wasn't surprised that Hiro rushed to the stalls after he set him down near the entrance of JPs.

He shook his head but he was curious about what the black haired man meant by "united." Was there another world full of power out there?

He was going to pry into his second in command but for now he had to drag him back.

Yamato stood outside of the men's washroom until Hiro came back out, looking paler than usual.

"You're…you're legal now right?"

Hiro's words were still slurred and he was still speaking random nonsense.

"Yes I'm eight-teen years old."

Hiro wobbled and held his mouth. "Do you have some wine? Anything with liquor."

"You just got sick and you want more?"

The black haired teenager leaned against the wall. "I…I want to forget everything today. Please sir."

~0~

Yamato sighed as he watched Hiro upturn a bottle of Nihon Sakari Amakuchi sake. They were in his personal quarters in the dinning room area.

Yamato watched amused across from the teen on the sofa. "Don't you need a cup for that?"

Hiro sighed as he swallowed. "No way! Man this stuff is better than the crap in the bar!" The black haired man had another blush on his face and seemed to be in better spirits.

He started to take off his jacket and Yamato couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at how Hiro also started to unsnap his pants as well. "It's so hot sir~"

"What are you doing?"

The black haired teenager laughed and wobbled over to the other side; falling next to the chef. "Since you're legal now we should make out!"

"Make…out?"

"Yes; kiss, have sex, whatever!" Hiro put his arms behind his head and laughed. "I don't care sir; I'm your toy for the day."

Yamato blushed at that and his eyes widen slightly. "I-I rather discuss more about this "other world," matter."

"Hmmm? Oh you mean brother's world? He's an overlord." Hiro hiccuped. "I couldn't take him, my other sibling, or that ass Loki so I ran here. I lived with foster parents until the incident happened."

Hiro fanned himself and closed his eyes; giving Yamato a show of skin as he flapped opened his stripped shirt sleeve. "It doesn't matter now because this place is hell too~ You're the King…the king of freaking S and M."

"What?"

The black haired teenager grinned and leaned forward, making Yamato almost gag at the sweet smell of alcohol from him along with a breath of vomit. "I know you want to tie me up and spank me, to show me who's boss."

The chef of Jps shook his head; what Hiro was saying was off put and lecherous.

"Stop talking non-sense; you're drunk."

"Oh? So you never masturbated to me,sir?"

Yamato swallowed and it would had been a lie if he said he haven't. "Yes." But only once. It was right after Hiro said he would join him and support his ideals. He was so turned on that he couldn't help but stroke himself to completion.

"Well this is your only chance to experience the real thing, since you're legal now." Hiro patted the other man's crotch behind his pants, smirking.

Yamato slapped the other man's hand away and Hiro pouted. He fell onto the Hotsuin's lap and wiggled around on his stomach.

"You're such a kill joy! I'm literally offering myself and you don't want it!" There was silence before Hiro started laughing. "I knew you suffered from anti social disorder but Blah! You're almost asexual as well?!"

Yamato frowned as his second in command said more and more non-sense, making him irate. "Stop that." Hiro's wiggling was making him uncomfortable.

"…Unless you want me to take the lead sir, since you don't have the guts and I would probably take you first…"

"Stop doing that."

"…At this rate Fumi is going to be right about you overcompensating with those towers-" Hiro watched how his hands were tied up with something black.

"What?" His sluggish mind couldn't comprehend what was going on and he turned around to meet the other's eyes; Yamato was glaring at him.

"I said stop that." The chef pulled his second in command off of him and onto his feet. He had bind the teenager up with his tie. As he pulled the man towards his bedroom he started to unsnap his jacket, shrugging it off to the floor.

"Y-Yamato!" Hiro fell down on the bed. He tried to roll around to his back but his face was being pushed down by a hand. He growled at the lack of control as he felt his pants being pulled down. The teen considered kicking him until the next words made him freeze up.

"You tease me and then humiliate me Hiro. A punishment is in order." There was a whoosh and Hiro yelped as he felt a gloved hand smack his ass.

"OW!" He tried to move but another slap ran against his bottom, the pain going from his tailbone and all over his nerves. "Yamato!"

The teenager ignored him and continued the assault, smacking his butt in different places. Once his skin was red all over both butt cheeks that the Hotsuin stopped.

"Ah…ah…more…"

Yamato raised a pale eyebrow. "Did you actually enjoy that?"

"Yes…" Hiro rose his head and panted. "Sir, mmmm…"

The other teenager shook his head and ran a finger in between Hiro's butt. He felt the hole there that seemed to draw him in with every breath the man under him took.

Yamato pressed his lips together as the teen under him pushed back on the digit. "You want me to sodomize you?"

"Mmmmm…no, I want you to penetrate me in question. Make love to my body, do me, it doesn't matter. Hey I can even fuck you sir."

The Hotsuin weight his options: Yamato wanted to have sex, all that squirming and dirty talk turned him on painfully, but he didn't have a general idea how. He could have the man lead but he was too drunk to really do so and might pass out in the middle of it.

Which meant that he would have to do all of the work.

Leaning over on his knees, Yamato reached into his dresser drawer and pulled out a latex condom along with a bottle of lube, unsnapping his black pants. He felt Hiro turn his head and laugh breathlessly. "You have condoms in your dresser? And lube? So you're not a virgin!"

"Don't be mistaken; I received this as a joke present and never bothered with them." Hiro laughed again as he heard the package to the condom being ripped open.

Yamato stared at the bottle like it was foreign before opening the cap with his thumb; using his teeth to pull off his gloves since his other hand was preoccupied with holding the condom. He poured a generous amount on his fingers before moving his hand down towards Hiro's abused ass.

The teenager groaned as he felt two fingers push inside. "Be…Be more gentle! I never took it up the ass before."

Yamato ignored his words and tried to recall the books he read about human intercourse as well as medical field text. He wiggled his fingers, hearing the teen gasp and moan and tried to not focus on how his manhood was throbbing and hot between his legs.

He could have the man get on top of him, but all the motion might make him sick again. Then there was the position he was at now…

Hiro gasped and arched off his stomach as he felt those fingers impale him further, curling and stretching his inner walls.

He booed when he felt them part from his body, but all the air rushed out of his lungs when he was suddenly impaled by something bigger and harder.

"Arg…not…so…rough -ulp-"

"You better not vomit on my bed or else." He would make Hiro not only wash the sheets, but scrub them until his thumb pads turned raw.

Hiro covered his mouth and swallowed back the bile. "Hurts…bad."

Yamato closed his eyes and counted backwards; yes that was a very bad idea. He wasn't expecting Hiro's body to be this tight or unyielding.

He panted, putting both his arms to the sides of the teenager. Hiro got on his knees and elbows slowly.

"Didn't think you had it in you." His head was bowed but he was still shaking. "What is it that you say? "You go beyond my expectations.""

"Does it still hurt?"

"Yeah but I can take it." Hiro laughed but his voice was broken. Yamato heard a crackling of teeth as he pushed inside more, realizing that the other man was grinding them.

He found himself leaning down to kiss that pale neck, licking the sweat dripping from it. It took all of Yamato's willpower to not just come inside of the other man as he was full sheathed inside.

"Ah, could you, take off the tie?" Yamato reached down under Hiro's body and untied it. The teenager clinched his fingers between the silver haired man's sheets and sighed. "Much better."

"Move?"

"Yes." Yamato experimented; he pulled out slight before thrusting his hips up, hearing the other man gasp and almost fall over back onto his stomach.

"Good?"

"I…I…intense." The younger teenager tried a few more, changing angles and watching Hiro's gaze.

He didn't seem to be grinding his teeth anymore, now he was panting, the red going down to his shoulders now, sweat dripping from his nose, the black strains of hair framing his face. The second in command was meeting his movements now, pushing his hips back against his own.

Yamato changed angles again and felt the walls around his cock clinch hard, making him wince in pleasure. Hiro shuddered and gasped.

"What was that?"

Yamato bit his lip and did it again, feeling the same reaction. He decided to put this away mentally and continued to thrust against that one area of muscles.

Since Hiro wasn't coherent anymore and was now face forward into his bed, hips in the air, Yamato decided to do all the work now. He grabbed the teenager's hips and pounded hard, hearing the teen under him garble and mutter out saliva filled nonsense.

"Mmmm…this was a good idea. You feel just as good as what takoyaki taste; no better." The chef leaned forward, pressing his chest against the other man, and nipped along his neck, biting into the flesh to make marks.

Hiro groaned at the slapping of skin, the heavy smell of sex, how his balls would met the other. He thought he would pass out at this rate but the hot member inside of his ass was keeping him up, along with his member flopping and drooling along under him.

"Nhgh…" Yamato bit into his shoulder and he felt fingers slide up his shirt to twist his nipples. "I want to come already. It feels really good when you touch my body but it's so painful~"

"Hmmm?" The chef realized that his second in command was saying something coherent.

"S…Stroke it under me."

'Ah.' Yamato reached under the bed and Hiro and found his dripping cock. He started to pump it with their movements and heard the man's voice reach new levels.

He wanted to kiss him, but then recalled what happened earlier so instead he bit into the teen's shoulder, feeling himself come into the condom. Yamato stroked his sides and continued to thrusts his hips, hearing Hiro scream out and come all over his hand.

Yamato couldn't hold up his weight and fell on top of the other man. He grumbled and tried to pull out his softening member slowly, grimacing at the mess.

"Hiro?" The black haired man was sleeping softly and the chef sighed; shaking his head. He pulled off the condom and put it in the waste basket next to the bed.

Snapping his fingers, the lights went off as he tried to pull up the spare comforter and at least cover part of each other.

He decided to force Hiro to brush his teeth so that they can "make out," properly in the morning. Maybe after Hiro picked his head from the toilet once more.

~0~

"Hiro?"

The black haired teen hissed at Miyako's concerned voice; it was like nails against a chalkboard.

The other Hotsuin wasn't hungover; one of the few lucky ones who didn't get wasted. She had a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. Her outfit was exactly like her twin brother, except she had a pink ribbon in her hair, suggested by Hiro.

"Do you need nourishment?"

"No." The teen bowed his head down on the table. He sat next to his boss, who was calmly sipping on tea and glowing like no tomorrow. He on the other hand had on glasses. Everything on his body his ass. Hiro half remembered what he did and his face fired red at the memory.

"Hey guys what's up-" Joe was cut off when Hiro threw a mug of coffee at him. He dodged it and watched how the broken glass dripped down from the door he came through.

"I'm guessing our fearless leader is hungover?" Yamato nodded his head and watched how his second in command left, stomping away after he overturned his chair.

"He'll be back to normal by lunch time." Today was an off day after all, so the black haired teen could sleep it off.