Author's Note: Hey guys! Here's chapter three probably my favorite so far just because it introduced the gag worthy fetishes of a psychopath.
Warning: This chapter in particular is extremely graphic. I'm serious, we got so mush gore-ish-ness and detailed stuff going on here, and it's being presented as fetish fuel to the fantasy of an underage boy. So if that kind of thing bothers you, it's not my problem AND you probably should be watching or reading Gantz in the first place.
Chapter: 3
In the small place that Gantz had chosen as it's home it had now summoned new players to it's dangerous game of death against heinous creatures from around the stars. Now the new players of this game cried out in babbling confusion. They requested information that they could or would ever believe. The middle aged women was the first to attempt to get information. "What's going on here?" She cried out. She seemed to have chosen Jirou and Yasushi as looking the most informed. Yasushi started to laugh at her and Jirou just shook his head. "Please tell me please!" Jirou started to laugh as well. "Lady, you don't even want to know."
The little boy had now wandered over to the teenage girl. "Do you k-know where my mama is?" She looked up from her knee's to look at him. "No." She said softly. She stared at the small boy for a moment got up looking to Nishi and Izumi. "What's going on, are we dead?" She asked. Izumi looked over to her slowly. "I don't know."
Nishi cocked an eyebrow. "Why don't we just tell them Izumi" He whispered. "They're piteous miserable little people, they won't believe you, and they'll die right away. It's really not worth the effort unless they survive a round." Nishi looked up at Izumi who had a hard expressionless face. "You told me." He muttered. "I know, don't make me regret it." He said sternly. Nishi frowned. The teenage girl had wrapped her arms around the little boy trying her best to console him. "Shh, it's okay, I'm scared too."
Oh its the beginning of a brand new day, a day filled with hope!
So open your heart and be happy as you look up at the big blue sky!
Hear the voice on the radio, fill your lungs and don't despair!
The time you've been waiting for has finally come!
Lets EX-ER-CISE!
It was odd, Nishi remembered the song form the first time but that all seemed so foggy to him now. Just a big blur that seemed obscured by primal instinct to keep him alive. The ball opened itself up again reveling its weaponry to the players. "What is this? Guns?" The middle aged woman asked peering inside the ball. "Urg! there's a man!" Jirou jumped forward grabbing a couple of smaller shooters. "T-There's a man sir do you see him in the ball?" The teenage girl stayed by the six year old boy holding him close as he kept crying she was looking at all the men in the room with suspicion. Nishi stepped up to the ball grabbing another small shooter and a radar.
"Hey!" The woman screamed. "What's going on, I know you know something!" She seemed to shake in fear for her life, like she new something bad was afoot. Or maybe she was at unease by her death or the young boys crying. Izumi sure seemed to be. He stood straight and tensed clenching his fist. He truly hated crying. "Hey Izumi?" Nishi asked walking back up to the man. He couldn't take his eyes off the guns metallic trigger but he quickly shook it off and looked back up at the man. "Why do you hate crying so much?" The boy asked. "Crying is just self pity." His eyes were dim with a tarnished emotion Nishi couldn't understand. You're just showing everyone how weak and selfish you are." He looked quite angry, twitching at another loud wail from the child. "Haven't I ever told you that?" His expression softened and he began stretching his shoulders up.
The young boys crying calmed a little in between hiccups and stiff breathing he was completely red in the face like a tomato, his eyes were swollen and red. "M-My name is Toshio w-what is your n-name?" His sentence was filled with stuttering and it looked as if he might start to cry again at any moment. Izumi suddenly seemed much happier and relaxed. A slight smile grazing his face. It defiantly wasn't for the boys welfare. The teenage girl smiled gently at him. "My name's Asami."
Yasushi and Jirou made there way over to Izumi and Nishi. "Hey boys!" Yasushi boomed smiling at them both. "Hey guys." Izumi greeted.
Jirou left Yasushi's shadow and slithered his way next to Nishi quickly. "How you been boy?" He said smiling he raised a hand and began petting down Nishi's sleep tossed hair. Nishi stood still for a few moments staring at his face with the most serious look, he badly wanted to ask Jirou one question. "What's wrong kid?" He asked moving his hand away. Nishi's face was blank.
"Are you a pedophile?" He asked. Izumi and Yasushi started to laugh. Jirou just frowned turning red and retreated back behind Yasushi. "Gantz lets get this show on the road already!" Gantz seemed to acknowledge Jirou's yelling with a loud binging noise. A picture appeared on the surface of the ball.
0K U aSs aNGLerZ !G0! kILL tHIs tHiNg n0W oR 3LSE!
THe Z0mBEEZ
CHArActErIZ7IcZ:
- SL33py
- IRRitAblE
L1k3S: dIRT nAPZ
The picture displayed what looked like a horribly mangle gray corpse. It made Nishi's heart beat faster just looking at it. It was so brutal. It's face stitched and stretched exposed it's rotted looking gum's and it's teeth shot straight forward out of it's mouth rather then down. It's neck was too long and his shoulders looked hunched uncomfortably upward. It wasn't so different from a zombie in a horror movie expect it had many large black eyes that seemed to be devouring it's own head as they were all so thoughtlessly packed together. The transferring started first with the teenage girl making the little boy screamed up pointing to her head. The middle aged woman still shaking starring at the picture of the beast snapped out of it and grabbed a gun from the ball's arsenal. Then a timer showed up displaying a clock counting down from ninety minutes. Izumi smiled down at Nishi as he began to transfer and Nishi could already feel the adrenaline coursing into his veins it felt absolutely delightful. From behind him he heard a voice call. "Kid." He turned looking at Jirou who smirked at him slightly. "The proper term is hebephilia."
oOo
The ball had brought them not to far away perhaps only six or five miles away from the apartment, the neighborhood looked familiar.
"Sick fuck." Nishi muttered. Izumi cocked his head back. "What?" Nishi looked up at the man. "Jirou."
"Oh, never mind that shit. Use your controller where are they?" Pulling out the alien contraption it was a little hard to read but in narrowed in slightly on four blinking dots." Theirs four of them, to... our left." Izumi came up and pulled the radar up so he could see, his eyes narrowed. "Lets go see." He said quickly running off.
Running down the street Nishi couldn't help but feel a little silly he had his Gantz suit under some loose clothes he was using as pajamas but sure felt great to be able to move again without everything hurting. Running past people they didn't seem to even notice him, it was odd it was like he was completely invisible.
He came to Izumi standing at the beginning of an open parking lot. It was quite dark save for a few dim streetlights "Urg, the smells going to make me sick." Exposed by false orange light one of the backwards creatures that resembled what Gantz had showed them was on the back of a parked car scratching at the hood. It jumped off the hood and began scrapping it's teeth against the bumper. "Allow me." Izumi said raising the huge gun up steadily taking aim. After a moment a powerful blast broke the concrete destroying a few cars and everything that sat in that area but somehow from the smoke the monster ran out scattering on all fours towards them. "Ha, it's fast!" Izumi laughed jumping back an impossible distance. Nishi couldn't think to run as he saw it baring down on him, he drew the gun briskly and squeezed the trigger a few times before flinching and closing his eyes.
The beast never came, he opened his eyes to see it violently twitching it's head back and forth a few feet in front of him. Nishi's heart lounged again happily. It suddenly snapped out of it's fit of twitches and began to gnaw it's own arm off as it swelled and inflated until it exploded releasing a fine gush of blood form it's limb and a horrid smell in the atmosphere. Nishi could hear Izumi laughing in the background. Nishi ran forward gunning down the creature again as it struggled backwards on it's amputated stub. Although it was mostly shaped human it made hoarse whimpering cries like a weak dog. Pulling the trigger form this distance he could see all the fear reflect in the dark pools of this aliens many eyes. Nothing he could remember now felt so satisfying. Another extended moment of lag and it completely exploded getting some flecks of blood on his shirt. From another distant world Izumi was shouting to him, "You handled that pretty well! Are you sure theirs still three more in this lot?" Nishi slowly looked at him dazed. "You really like killing shit don't you?" Izumi chuckled. Nishi blinked and recalled the radar in his pocket.
Looking back at it now the other three were rapidly closing in on the lot. "There running at us now." He said slowly looking at the dots. "Shit, I really wish I would have stuck with my sword this things all slow and clunky." He said gesturing to the huge gun. "They should be at the entrance now!" Izumi's head snapped back at the entrance trying to look through the darkness. "I don't see anything, shit!" He raised his gun. "There right on top of you!" Izumi jumped backwards off the car quickly then looked to his feet. "There below me." He said puzzled. "The ground's shaking, I think they are stuck under the cement." Nishi's eyebrow quirked crossing his arms. "Stupid aliens." Izumi jumped to his side and raised the gun and shot at the ground. It cracked creating a huge hole.
"That's no fun." Nishi muttered. "What?" Izumi asked lowering the gun. "I didn't get to see them blow up." Nishi said watching the rising smoke from the crater. Izumi just rolled his eyes "The big huge explosion didn't quench your lust for seeing things get blown to pieces?" Nishi looked up at the man. "No, no blood." Izumi laughed and put his hand on the boys back slowly rubbing it. Just the slight rubbing seemed to warm the boys entire body. "It's alright we'll get you some action." His eyes widened at the very thought of another killing.
oOo
As Izumi and Nishi turned the corner an eruption of a woman's scream broke out. The middle aged woman was struggling to work the gun correctly. The horrible beasts that were circling her looked like vulture's that crawled around the streets. "Aruug! DIE!" She hollered pulling the trigger again. One of the beasts was blown up in it's midsection and jolted up howling in agony as it's upper half thrashed violently. Nishi could feel the blush creeping on his face and butterflies in his stomach. The other alien lashed out and rammed it's sharp, outward pointing tusks against her chest. She got partly impaled on it and slowly slid off to the ground crying. "Help me please!" Her hands flew to her chest and she started to cough and gasp for air. Izumi looked down at the middle school student standing very still watching the horror in front of him with delight."If you're just going to get off on this, I'll take the points."
He barley registered Izumi's voice. He was too busy drinking in every last speck of detail in this sight. The fear shined in her eyes so brilliantly. Blood stains blotched up her shirt quickly and soon her chest was heaving. Something must of happened to her lungs during that impact as the panicked and pleading look of suffocation had caused her to collapse half dead on the ground. Izumi ran up to the alien as it weaved frontwards and backwards on the defense. Instead of shooting his gun he bashed it into the aliens head. It had little effect and it struggled back farther to avoid him. Izumi groaned and raised the gun to aim. The creature got annihilated to nothing. Marvelous, but still not as satisfying without the gore.
More screaming was coming towards them as the teenaged girl, Asami who was holding the little boy named Toshio came running full speed off of a side street. "Please help, please!" Her voice croaked out in between sobs. The bottom of her pink pajama pants were muddy and wet and her bare feet were absolutely filthy with soot, mud, and looked to be bleeding and still he managed to run to Izumi in quite an impressive speed. The little boy was admitting a piercing scream from his red flushed face. Izumi shook his head agitate with the crying and she ran behind the man for protection.
Izumi just shook his head and shrugged. "Hand me your gun will you?" He said to Nishi. Nishi frowned pulling it closer to him. "Oh, come on! I'll blow it's head up in front of you." Nishi pursed his lips together and passed the gun reluctantly. "Radar too." Nishi now was frowning passing it off to him. " I'm defenseless now..." He scoffed giving him a dirty look. "Ah, you'll be fine, I'll get it." Nishi folded his arms across his chest. "What happened to all that survival and independence thing?" He mumbled.
"Alright!" Izumi smiled completely ignoring the boy as he held the radar up for a look. Nishi felt his lips ever so slightly twitch up in the corner's at the sight of his grin. "You're still a hypocrite." Nishi grumbled to himself. Izumi turned for a second to look at him, "What?" He said. "Nothing." Nishi said quickly. Another one of the odd ugly creatures ran around the corner darting off the wrong way for a second. It made a clumsy turn around and started running at them. Izumi flicked a switch on his radar turning invisible. The girl let out a scream and dropped the five year old at her feet and darted off. Nishi couldn't help but laugh as the little boy's protector ran off to the end of the street. "Asami!" The little boy cried out violently watching her run away. She didn't get far though, she must have crossed that boundary line Izumi had mentioned when they met because her head erupted over the pavement for no reason.
The creature punched on the boy crushing him with it's front teeth. Nishi's eye's widened. "Arugh, No!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. The monster started to eat the child and soon his screeching cries were soft little sob's until they vanished and his thrashing little body stilled under the alien. And Nishi was witness to it all. "So much for that noble act of protecting the weak, huh?" Izumi's voice came from nowhere laughing with an odd tunneling effect to his voice.
Nishi was slightly torn away from the sight of the boy's intestines to look around. "You better kill that thing before it gets me." He commented bitterly. The monster was jerked up as if it where in a head lock form behind. Nishi took a few steeps closer for a good view. "This good?" Came Izumi's voice struggling with the monster. "Yeah..." The boy's voice came out a little breathless. A metallic futurist noise was heard and the monster's ugly little head stopped thrashing. It suddenly got quiet as if it accepted it's own fate. The monster's head swelled and it started to whimper again. It swelled and swelled until finally it blew up. Blood gushed everywhere. Nishi's breath caught in his throat as he soaked in every fine detail again.
oOo
Events of the night buzzed in his brain like some beautiful drunken memory.
Nishi vaguely remembered the rest of the night, he knew he had scored three points and that Gantz had mocked him again saying he had necrophilia and his brain had turned off (and it had). That was about it. It was a complete and absolute blur.
Nishi didn't remember the walk home at all.
Hour's later he was laying down on the sofa, Izumi's voice rang out from above him calling him out of his intoxicated trance. "Hey." He said softly. Nishi looked up expressionless to see Izumi had squeezed himself to sit next to the boy's legs. Nishi looked down to see Izumi's hand on his knee. "You okay?" Izumi said moving the hand up the boy's leg a little. Nishi suddenly noticed his own hard on. Izumi's hand's slide slightly towards his inner thighs dangerously close to his erection causing Nishi's heart to start jumping. Suddenly the middle schooler found it was really hard to stop himself from fidgeting, his legs were practically shaking. "You have been sitting there with a stiffy forever." Izumi said quietly. Nishi kept a straight face and stared at the man feeling himself shake. He quickly decided whatever Izumi did was fine with him as he sat there waiting for the man to do something. Nishi wasn't extremely sure what he wanted but he knew he wanted something.
Izumi's hand inched just slightly closer, his touch setting fire to the boy's thigh along the way. His finger tip's just slightly touching the little lump in the boy's pant's that was rapidly becoming more of a tent. Nishi subconsciously licked his lips, his mouth had never felt so dry in his life.
Izumi suddenly raised his hand and touched some on his black hair behind his ear. Nishi let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Izumi slowly looked back down at him. "If you're not feeling well I could make you some kayu, or at least some toast." Nishi starred at him for a moment and sighed. "I've had enough of that crap over the last few days." Izumi frowned. Nishi looked down bitterly at his erection and then out the window. "Omuraisu?" Izumi suggested. Nishi looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. "What? Do you have an oatmeal craving right now?" He asked. Izumi shrugged. "I thought you liked those kind of dishes, you were eating them when you were sick." Nishi gave a grunt and a slight sarcastic laugh. "If by 'sick' you mean brain damaged and dying."
Izumi rolled his eyes. "Okay then, what do you want?" Nishi sat up. "Did you just roll your eye's at me nearly dying?" He said sharply. Izumi gave a slight smile. "You know what you little brat? You weren't this cocky when I first brought you here." Nishi moved his legs off the sofa sitting upright. "I want some real food." He said crossing his arms. He felt good and even a little brave towards the older man."Well that's a first, what do you want?" Nishi felt a slight hum in his chest, Izumi was doing what he wanted to do. "Real food." Nishi repeated exhaling relaxing his back against the sofa again. He looked down his erection that had finally gone down. "We could get fast food..." Izumi suggested. "Gyūdon?" Nishi asked. Izumi sat up, "Yeah that sound's pretty good right now."
oOo
The two had walked to a Yoshinoya restaurant, gotten their food and were sitting outside of the place on a bench. They sat quietly eating. It was getting quite late. It was almost twelve o'clock. The streets were a little less crowded then normal and the people walking around looked a little less trustworthy and a lot more strange. "This is pretty good." Izumi said looking up from his bowl. "I haven't eaten here in forever." The man looked to Nishi who still hadn't spoken yet since they left the apartment. Nishi looked up slowly realizing Izumi wanted him too talk. " neither." He said slowly. "You weren't as bad tonight." Izumi said he gave a slight smile. Nishi looked to the sky and frowned. "Yeah, tonight was cool." Izumi gave a quiet laugh shaking his head slightly. "Cool?" Nishi's eye's drifted to the man for a moment then he looked back to the sky. "I don't know how to describe it." He said keeping his gaze away form the man. Izumi leaned closer towards the boy's ear. "I think you do." He whispered in a taunting voice. "Shut up." Nishi scoffed leaning away form him. Izumi raised an eyebrow. "You're so rude tonight."
Nishi got up and threw his half eaten meal in the garbage. "Hey!" Izumi exclaimed. Nishi gave a smug smile. "I would have had that." Izumi grumbled. "That's why I did it." He said folding his arms.
oOo
Once back that the apartment Nishi decided he would update his blog story about Gantz and recount the monster and events of the night and try his best to not go into any flattering detail about Izumi's amazing grace in battle. He was sitting comfortably on his sofa bed with the blanket around him. Nishi looked over to Izumi. He was in the bathroom mirror brushing his hair out. Nishi watched him tie it back. "Night." Izumi said simply returning to his bedroom. The door closed soft. Nishi turned out the light's in the living room but decided he would work on the story a bit longer. The glaring light of the laptop left the room with an eery glow as he worked. Writing it out made all the excitement of the night come rushing back. He felt his face get a little hot describing them alien mutilating the new members. Or the way Izumi blew off one of the creature's head right next to him. He almost wanted to knock on Izumi's door and thank him for that right now. As he went on his brain started to feel a little drunk. The sweatpants he was using as pajamas were extremely tented from the barely obvious erection he had gotten from all his thoughts of the gore and the death. His eye's stared at the bulge wondering if he should really be giving in and admitting this new obsession that felt like it wanted to break free. He ran his thumb over the head threw his pants and felt the growing frustration inside of him. He looked back to his laptop.
What could be the harm?
oOo
It wasn't hard to find a proper shock sight, something with gore, car accident's, violent crime's, they were just pictures but they were suiting his needs right now. He freed his erection from his sweat pants just pulling them down far enough so that they wouldn't get in the way. He sat his laptop on his knee's giving him enough room for what he had in mind. He took a stiff breath licking the palm of his hand and grabbed a hold of himself slightly rubbing slowly. His other hand clicked on a violent shock site and the second the first image had loaded Nishi felt a pleasurable shock bolt threw him from the darkest regions of his mind to his toes. His hard on jump immediately and became the hardest he had ever seen it. He moved his hand as quickly as he could trying to stop his heavy breathing. The noises he could repress but his breath's were coming out quite labored.
The door opened suddenly and Nishi froze. Izumi walked out of the bedroom and looked at him with an expressionless face barley visible in the dark. Nishi's hand was still frozen solid and he couldn't find it in himself to close the laptop or exit the page as panic and embarrassment flooded through him. Izumi sighed taking one step forward and brought a hand up to remove the tie from his hair letting it gracefully fall back down. "You're killing me." Izumi said sounding frustrated and took some step closer slowly. Nishi let go of his member and pulled the blanket up over him a little more and then quickly when to his laptop to exit the page. "Don't you dare close that." Izumi said sternly. Nishi shook his head feeling his heart might give out. "N-no! You really don't want to see-"
Izumi squeezed into the spot on his left and craned his neck out to look at the screen. Nishi felt his heart plummet like he might vomit. But after a few seconds Izumi said nothing. He pushed Nishi over a little and bent down awkwardly so he could rest himself against the top of the boys head. Then he spoke one word. "Continue." Nishi's breath caught in his throat. "What?" Izumi made a slow shushing noise as he bent himself down further to Nishi's neck. "Don't explain yourself just do it." Nishi felt his fingers itch to touch himself more. His heart still rapidly hammering in his chest he lowered the blanket reveling himself. His cock was still semi-erect and twitched a little when he thought of Izumi's eyes watching him.
His hand slowly went back to touching it but he couldn't work his fingers to grasp it again they were shaking to much. He heard Izumi give a soft chuckle form his neck. He swallowed hard. Finally getting control of his fingers he slowly rubbed himself, he was too nervous to get aroused or even to get back into it. He slowly closed his eyes trying to blank out everything but the sensation of his hand. But the sensation of his hand while being the least intimidating was also the least arousing. He felt something warm on his neck and realized Izumi was kissing it. The small little warm kisses were being planted very, very slowly on his neck as if Izumi wanted to savior every single one. "Keep your eyes open. Don't you want to look?" Nishi opened his eyes back to the dark room lite only by his laptop. Nishi turned his head to look at the man. He only got his head pushed back to look at the computer screen. "No? Don't you want to see your pictures?" He felt the warm wetness of a tongue flick by his throat and then another slow kiss. Nishi's eye's widened and he felt a flash of heat. His erection was now starting to come back to it's hardened form in his stroking hand. The encouragement was very arousing.
Did Izumi like to see him like this?
Did Izumi like the strange things he was starting to like?
Nishi's dark eye's darted back to the laptop's screen studying the page that had loaded during his interruption. A darkened bloody body was on a table in a dark room, he couldn't see it's face or tell it's gender but he could tell it's limbs had been separated. Was this an autopsy? Was this some gruesome act the perpetrator couldn't help but share? He might have thought this was horrifying before but now it was exciting, forbidden and arousing. His member now stood up more swollen then before and his hand's speed had quickened quite a bit but he barley noticed because the image and it's every detail had hypnotized him. Suddenly the screen was skimming down a little to the next image, Nishi's eyes tore away from the screen look at Izumi's long pale fingers on the keyboard. When had Izumi's kisses become more heated? He wasn't sure but his heart leaped again when after a brief moment to blink the new image was there.
This had to have been a murder, a woman laid in dirt in the forest bloody and beaten, her clothing was soiled and ripped. Her mandible was hanging loose looking nearly disjointed from the rest of her cranium, she looked absolutely lovely that way. Nishi tried adding more pressure to his strokes really feeling a strong pooling once again in his stomach. Izumi started licking slowly across his neck and his kisses became more like sucks, they extend to his collar bone and just behind his ear. Nishi felt himself getting bolder. "...Izumi?" He whispered. The sucking stopped momentarily. "What?" Nishi felt himself tense. "Next? He asked. His voice was practically an inaudible whisper. A dark chuckle came softly from his neck. Izumi moved his hand to the laptop scrolling down to the next image. Izumi very slowly scrolled down the way at a large step by step spread of someone slewing out a bodies eye with a sharp metal shank by going form the lower lid up.
The flashes of heat going threw him were starting to make him sweat slightly at his hair line. His groin was throbbing quite intensely. Most of the embarrassment was gone and all he could think of was sexual pleasure, Izumi and pleasure. - Izumi and pleasure. Nishi was breathing so heavy but he couldn't help it. Izumi was so warm he was only leaning up to him but somehow he was making everything unbearable hot. When the man's fingers left the laptop they decided to settle on the inside of his thighs taking only a ghostly touch that caused Nishi to bite his own tongue to keep from moaning. In his head an assault of noises, words, and obscenities were building up quickly and a chorus was playing the same words in his skull over and over.
.JustTouchMe.
His mouth left Nishi's neck and Izumi began resting his chin against the top of Nishi's head. Now things were getting uncomfortably warm as Nishi now realized Izumi was sweating as well. His long black hair was now draped over the boys face were that trademark clean smell became all that he could smell mixed in slightly with the smell of something salty, it was probably the natural smell of his skin or sweat. But sweat characteristically didn't smell in an erotically enhancing way, and was intoxicating Nishi further into his lustful cloud. His eyes fixed onto the screen of a young man who had been brutally beaten in some accident half of his arm seemed to have been squashed his shirt was destroyed and the blood spread out everywhere from him, his eyes dead, soulless like black pits stared blankly at the camera.
Nishi felt a spike of lust pulse threw him it seemed to shock threw his brain down his spine and settle in his groin making his cock twitch in need inside of his violently moving fist. A moan escaped his lips followed by some panting. The young man's lips looked so pale and cracked specks of blood blotched on them, Nishi closed his eyes and imagined coming to the young man and kissing him, he imagined licking the drops of blood off his lips and feeling his cold skin against his own heat. It was to much, he could feel himself coming. Liquids escaped lubricating his now frantic strokes. Izumi moved his head from the top of Nishi's head and put his mouth to his ear again. "You like him a lot huh?" The touch on the boys thigh tightened and slid down a couple of inches. "What do you like about him?" Nishi bite his lip trying not to cum he wanted this to last forever but he was starting to feel light headed all of the blood seemed to have rushed to his cock and slowed his thinking down. "I-...oh fuck...maybe, h-his eyes, they're open." His voice was coming out in jerky cracking gasps. "If I touch you, you have to do something weird I want to do." Izumi was using his calm voice but Nishi internally was smiling, he could tell Izumi was flustered, not as flustered as him but still aroused. "Yes, anything." Nishi groaned feeling his erection twitch again. Izumi took his hand off Nishi's thigh and onto Nishi's jerking hand slowing it's motions. "Ask me again." His voice gave a husky whisper that was proof of his lust the air puffed warm air in Nishi's ear.
Nishi shivered giving a low moan bucking his hips forward a little, his hard on was now painfully erect. "Fuck, touch me!" Izumi released a shaky breath slowly and swatted Nishi's hand away replacing it with his own much larger hand. Nishi's eyes widened watching Izumi work his graceful spidery fingers up and down his member. He seemed to know exactly where he wanted to be touched and worked at a far quicker speed then Nishi had. The friction was unbearable. "Fuck Izumi, fuck, fuck!" He swore. Izumi began to lick the boys neck again quite aggressively tracing the veins. "Oh, fuck Izumi!" Biting his lip again Nishi came letting semen hit the screen of his laptop and collect in Izumi's hand as he continued to pump. Izumi gave a dark low chuckle and kissed his cheek.
He could feel Izumi's lips smiling against his face. "You swear so much." Izumi grabbed Nishi hand pulling it over to his lap. Nishi's fingers squirm over an obvious erection standing straight up in the mans thin sweat pants. Izumi sighed feeling Nishi's smaller hand tighten it's grip.
The injustice of the world, Izumi got to be handsome, tall, an amazing fighter and he got to carry this. Nishi bitterly stroked his hand awkwardly down the man's hard on feeling up the inches. "Nishi, come on lets go to my bed for this."
oOo
Nishi was a little short on breath once he had reached the bed of the filthy room. "Take off all your clothes." Izumi said quickly stripping down to his boxers. Nishi's eyes widened. "Wait w-what are we doing?" Nishi tried to hide the discomfort in his voice. Izumi came around to his side of the bed and sat down. "Nothing, just take everything off." Nishi got undressed slowly and awkwardly trying not to look at the man. Forced to turn around and face the man every insecurity in him was born anew.
I look too weak, I'm too small.
A slight comfort was that Izumi's hard on was still solid and twitching and he looked very drunk on what seemed like desire. It was slightly reassuring. "Lay on the bed, on your stomach." Nishi hesitated. "What are you really going to do... really?" He asked. Izumi's gaze didn't meet his he was looking over the boys body the only expression showing in his face was the clouds of lust hazed over in his eyes.
Finally the man spoke a little anger in his voice. "I'm not gonna fuck you, just get on the bed, now." So Nishi found himself laying still on his stomach. As desirable as he found Izumi there was nothing turning him on about laying on the bed like a sorry victim. He felt Izumi's hands running over his back and over his ass. The entire thing felt awkward, but Izumi was breathing quite heavily. He felt Izumi's hair tickle his back lightly as the man lowered his head and began to suck and kiss his back in random places. Goose bumps creeping up his arms Nishi ignored the feeling and stared at the dusty curtains draped over the window and then his eyes shifted back to the cluttered nightstand. Izumi's hands were pressing him quite hard into the bed. Nishi wished he would stop. It was like Izumi thought he was going to run away. Izumi brought his hands lower and began to spread his legs open more. Nishi suddenly felt Izumi shove something warm and hard up against his sphincter.
Panic and sickness rushed through him. "Stop what the fuck are you doing!" He barked pushing him self away. Izumi grabbed his waist and pulled him back into place. "I already told you I'm not going to put it in!" Nishi felt the anger in him boil up. "Then keep your fucking dick away form my ass!" Izumi pulled his head up by his hair enough so that he could look into his eyes, "Are you talking to me like that?" He said in a stern dark voice. But there was this level of absolute uncontainable rage that always seemed to burst out of the way his body shook with anger.
Izumi released the boys head letting it fall against the bed. Nishi stayed silent now biting the inside of his mouth. Izumi sighed again his body seemed to soften as the angry tension in the man melted when he began to rubbed his cock threw the boys crack in shallow thrusts that ended when the head just slightly pushed up to his entrance. Nishi felt nothing but revulsion and nausea. Izumi let out a dragged out shaky moan. Then giving another rougher push up to the boys entrance. "I like, to tease myself." Izumi gasped again sliding back in and out in more shallow thrust's so not to even meet the entrance at all. "I think it show's discipline, so before I fuck them, I tease myself." Izumi started laughing slightly running his hands over Nishi's shoulder blades. "It drives me fucking insane." Nishi put his head down and closed his eyes. The room was filled with moaning. Izumi sputtering out nonsense as he practiced his 'teasing' method. The man was pressing the boy again, roughly into the bed and as Nishi opened his eyes to see the blanket bellow him he wasn't sure how to describe how he was feeling. This wasn't arousing, there was nothing stimulating about this at all.
It wasn't good.
It was almost bad.
Honestly, he felt a little embarrassed for the both of them.
Izumi was so handsome and powerful, and yet the entire activity fell flat. Nishi's emotions were starting to move from revolution to pity. That was the first time he had ever pitied Izumi. Izumi's deep groans were getting humiliatingly loud.
Nishi was starting to suspect Izumi was getting off to the sound of his own voice echoing threw his skull."Urg! Fuck. Can I put just the head in? Just the head?" Izumi's voice sounding uncharacteristically desperate.
A laugh was suppressed by a dragged puff that escaped the boys lips. He rose his head slowly off the bed feeling the mans grip tighten on his body. "Then you would have no discipline." He said carefully. He allowed himself to drop back down feeling the anger boiling in Izumi. Izumi started rubbing his ass again slowly. "How about my little finger?" He said outstretching his arm to show the finger in question to his face. "I'm not your girlfriend." Nishi said swatting the finger away. "I just want to see just how tight it is." Nishi shook his head starting to feel nauseous again. "No, fuck off." The anger tighten up in his brow threw his back making his limbs shake. The bed creaked as Izumi's weight moved over to the edge of the bed. "Stop being a little bitch about this." Nishi didn't even move his head this time and just simply retorted a, "Fuck you." The bed shifted again as Izumi was now holding himself up over Nishi. The boy could feel his erection pressed against his back. "Look I got some lotion here, it's suppose to feel really good. Normally, fagots like it." Something set fire inside of the boy, he lunged up trying to punch Izumi as hard as he could Izumi just grabbed his fist after the third or fourth pitiful punch to the chest. Izumi squeezed Nishi's hand. Nishi frown as the pain started to spike up in his knuckles. Izumi released his hand still sitting on the bed naked and expressionless.
Nishi fell back humiliated to the other side of the mattress and quickly got off the bed and started to redress. "What was that about?" Izumi asked watching the boy struggling to get his pants on so quickly he was nearly falling over. Nishi stopped and looked form his feet to Izumi's puzzled face. The anger was raging threw him. But he was afraid. If he went off on Izumi again, he might get angry. His hand still shaking with rage and fear reached up to brush the stray hairs out of his face as he stood up straight again feeling a little more confident now with clothes to armor himself. "How could you call me that?" He said slowly trying to sound calm.
Izumi's brows knitted together as if he couldn't process the thoughts. "You're the one that does weird things to me!" Nishi said raising his voice. Izumi sat on the side of the bed and pulled his boxers back on. Then looked back to him. "Well that different. It's just sex to me, you actually like this stuff." Nishi crossed his arms trying to keep the hatred out of his eyes. "I didn't like any part of this, t-this, shit!" He sputtered out making a gesture to the twisted sheets of the bed.
Izumi shrugged simply a smile nearly came over the mans face. "You're still a fagot; you like men." Nishi's eyes widen and the anger shook him even harder, every muscle in his arm twitched. "You fucking touch me! You're the fagot!" Izumi's eyes had a blank honest quality to them at that moment as Nishi's yelling nearly echoed off the walls, considerably odd since the room was filled with garbage. "No I'm not, you are," Izumi slowly raised a finger pressing it into his own temple. "-in you're head you only like men." Nishi huffed and started to trip pass the man walking over all the stuff on the floor. "You're a mind reader right?" He barked stopping in the bedrooms doorway. He brought his hand to the doorknob squeezing it tightly.
Izumi mumbled something that Nishi didn't care to understand all he could feel was that strong primal anger inside of him. "You're not just a fucking hypocrite, you also have magic psychic ability's!" Izumi's face was starting to look less and less stoic and more uncomfortable. His legs shifted and he flinch bring his hand to his stomach. "Oh, my motherfu-" "-Hey!" Nishi shouted standing up straighter.
Izumi looked up threw curtains of hair looking pained. Nishi stood there with an angry look on his face like he was waiting for some type of answer or apology. "Look," Izumi started with a sigh. "I can just tell by the way you look at me; I know you got your little freaky gore fetish but, you obviously want me to fuck you. You're a homo get over it." He said the entire thing plain and casually as Nishi squeezed the door knob tighter. "Fuck you! I never want you to touch me again!" Izumi shook his head looking slightly more pissed. "Go sleep on the coach, I feel like I got punch in the balls..." He's arms clutched his stomach tighter. "WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I WAS FUCKING DOING!" He screamed slamming the door as hard as he could. Before the door closed he caught one last look of Izumi's face who still looked puzzled by his rage. He turned to the living room shaking in anger only to hear, "Stop swearing so fucking much!" Being yelled threw the door. "HYPOCRITE!" Nishi screamed stomping to the bathroom. He heard another faint yell from the bedroom door, "-and stop yelling!"
oOo
He had slammed the bathroom door before he had even turned on the light so he was trapped in darkness for a few seconds groping blindly for the light switch. Flicking it on he turned to the mirror to look at himself. He looked pretty drained and pale. He brought his still shaking fingers to his temples to rub them slowly. He leaned closer to the mirror, his eyes were a little red and puffy, he had done good, he hadn't cried, that asshole would be proud. How had it gone so horribly wrong? Nishi turned the shower on. He didn't wait for it to get warm he just undressed again and got in. The water flattened the hair to his head but for the longest time he didn't even bother to wash up, he stood in a daze. He thought he had liked Izumi, he got all excited whenever he was around. Izumi seemed to have a point if he liked a boy he was probably a homo and he probably should want to have sex with him.
Sex.
It was weird he had never watched a lot of porn. A lot of boys said they didn't but they were fucking lairs, but he was actually honest. He really didn't enjoy porn that much. It was hilarious to him usually, they were always the worst actors and actresses he had ever seen. The woman usually wouldn't shut the hell up and would over dramatize everything. Nishi was sure it must have felt really, really, good. But it couldn't have felt that good.
Woman, woman were weird and annoying, they held a certain amount of interest for him because they were different. Kind of like a mystery. But if the girls in his class were anything to go by they were a mystery better left alone even if their insides were apparently made of pure happiness and physical joy. It was hard to pin down what sexuality he was because he couldn't even understand what he thought was attractive. One word came to mind. Power. Power was sexy, having power was sexy. Being challenged. Someone who couldn't crush you and keep you down, but also couldn't be walked all over. Someone to push back, to be locked in a stalemate with.
If someone was to touch him he wanted it to be like that. His heart dropped a little, he wished Izumi could be that person. He wanted Izumi to be that person...
Finally awakening from his thought she saw his hands were already pruning and he began to actually start his shower.
oOo
After his shower he slowly moved to the sofa ready to go to bed when he looked at his laptop sitting on the coffee table. He sat on the sofa slowly looking grimly in disgust at the laptop. Old cum still on the screen of the laptop filled him with absolute contempt for himself. The last thing his mother ever gave him; sitting there, witness to everything, vandalized and looking disgraced. He could see his mothers beautiful face smiling as if just behind his vision and suddenly felt unease and watched from above.
oOo
Nishi pretended to sleep as Izumi got ready for school. He had kept his back to the door and his eyes shut keeping very still. Last night was extremely awkward but he had also discovered wonderful things. He had plans for today. Very, special, adventurous plans. The fear of cloud of witness was easily over passed by a morbid and obsessive curiosity that had plagued him all night as he tried to sleep.
He craved it like a drug.
All this time he had thought the reason porn had no interest was that porn was stupid, come to find out that he had just simply been watching the wrong kind. His toe's squirmed under the blanket as he dug his finger's into the couch cushions trying to pass the time.
Leave already!
Eventually he did. Izumi finished getting ready and closed the door without a word. Nishi after a long painful minute passed hoped up, and immediately turned on his computer. He opened the internet and his eye's fixed on the search bar. It was like his key to the uncharted world he couldn't wait to explore, he only needed to choose a map. This was slightly more exciting then the first time because he knew already that the results would be, pleasurable.
"Tsuma."
The internet header read in a curvy sleek looking writing of silver with a black back drop. The web page was basic, but effective. It had an air of unassuming and innocence to it.
It slightly perked his interest.
He relaxed against the sofa as he looked over the pictures slowly, analyzing them. It was a post wall of picture of the same woman. Just a simple housewife, she had a curvaceous body with wide hips and a small waist. It seemed like she was in her upper class bathroom trying to look sexy for her camera by pushing her extremely large breast together.
Nishi entertained himself with the thought that she was some politicians wife and that these picture's were just being sent to some sleaze who actually works under her husband in the campaign and accidentally rubbed up against her once. The next four pictures were all taken by her. The first was her in a little lacy, red lingerie dress, the second was of her in see through panties and a tight push up bra that made her already amazing breasts even more impressive, the third was her pinching her own pretty little dusty red nipples, and the last was of her fingering herself. Nishi was only slightly turned on by all this, it seemed that even that was more likely to have been because he had already been excited from anticipation but as he scrolled down to the next image a small smile started to grow across his face.
It appeared to be the same woman, her black hair sprawled around, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. But the best part was she was sitting in some ones car truck as if they were about to slam the trunk closed on her. The following pictures only got progressively worse and more and more violent. There seemed to be one man in charge of the operation, how foolish of him to reveal his tattoo's in the picture. Her was pulling her hair, then pulling out her hair. Eventually there was a blade. Oh, the wonderful things that man could do with a blade. He dissected the woman like a frog, and she was far more graceful that way. But that tattoo was evidence that could get a man arrested. If he was to abduct a woman and relieve her of her miserable little life, he would be sure not to make such a stupid mistake...
And then just like that he found himself fantasizing about killing another person. The fear in there eyes, the power he could feel. The excitement. What would be better then killing a little housewife? Actually, Nishi could take a pretty trusting guess that killing a man, a real man. Would be far more rewarding. It would be harder, but that was what would make it more satisfying. It might have been pretty sweet killing the weak, but the weak are cheap. Woman, children, little animals. Those are cheap easy kills. A strong man must feel so much better. He wasn't even thinking of this in a homoerotic fashion, a healthy male was simply a more honorable target.
He spent the entire morning browsing on his computer for the most abhorrent and offensive of material. Even after he had jacked off he still sat and stared at the screen.
oOo
After he managed to tear himself away from the wonderful festivities; Nishi shower again feeling just slightly dirty but not nearly as bad as last night. He slipped back into the suit and pulled a gray sweatshirt over it, it was a little uncomfortable but he felt a lot less naked. He fiddled with the neck of the suit stripping it a little lower so it was hidden under the sweatshirt. Pants felt even more uncomfortable over it but he couldn't risk going without the suit.
The air smelled a lot less stale outside. He wasn't really to sure where to go. He decided to wander the streets for a little while, he weaved into dark alleys unafraid of any bigger, older men sitting around. What could they do to him? If anything he could be hurting them for the hell of it. He kind of felt cool, like some type of predator. Like king in his own territory. Eventually he notice the sky was starting to become bright orange, the sun was setting, he could almost feel a blood lust in his veins, it was very abnormal.
He itched to stay out longer, he knew what he wanted but it was almost like he too afraid to admit it too himself. He wanted to hurt someone. In the dark. Hear them scream. Maybe kill them. The darker the sky got the more the feeling pulled at his heart strings like he was missing some true love he was suppose to meet at sunset. A little heavy hearted he decided to return to the apartment, it was time to face Izumi. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the man. Maybe he could take more control this time rather then let Izumi do whatever he pleased, or maybe it was too much trouble altogether.
oOo
When Nishi opened the apartment door he was greeted to the pleasant smell of some type of stew or soup. Nishi shut the door behind him quietly and eased himself closer to the kitchen to look at Izumi. The man was mixing something in a pot at the stove he was wearing some black short sleeved shirt and Nishi found himself staring at the muscles in his arms. He still thought that Iuzmi looked really dumb doing domestic things. "What's up?" Izumi said in an odd tone. Not turning around to look at the boy. Nishi was taken back and set into the tiny kitchen area. "Nothing, what are you cooking?" Izumi stood still for awhile starring at the pot. "Kare Raisu." His voice sounded very strained, Nishi wasn't sure if he was angry. Nishi decided it was best to go sit down on the sofa and not say anything. He picked up his laptop form his things and started to double check that he had deleted all his history. He occasionally glanced up at Izumi working in the little corner of the room that was the kitchen as the spicy smell filled the room. As he was pretending that his desktop was really interesting Izumi served the soup into a second bowl, confirming Nishi was going to get to eat with him. "Nishi, dinner." He said plainly.
oOo
It was extremely awkward eating his meal when across from him was Izumi. "Oh." Izumi started suddenly. "Someone let a dog loose in school today, a little shiba inu. It was really cute." Izumi's voice was unnaturally pleasant. Nishi tried to stop himself form cocking an eyebrow. "It got past the teacher's and took a shit in the hallway." He followed the sentence with a burst of very forced and fake laughter and his eye's look to Nishi's. Nishi slouched lower in his chair and forced a small smile on his lips. Izumi looked dejected seeming to get the hint he was making the boy uncomfortable and let out a drawn out sigh. "I'm sorry. Okay?" He said in a low voice. Nishi looked up frowning and glaring at him. "I apologize." He said slightly louder. He was looking directly down into the bowl. His face was blank of expression, he was still eating as if he was trying to pretend he wasn't speaking.
Nishi wasn't sure what to say so he just made a grunt of acknowledgement and kept eating. When they were done Nishi got up and took on the chore of washing the dishes. Nishi kept his eyes down on sink not particularly thinking of anything except how awkward dinner was. He felt a presence behind him he assumed Izumi just needed something from the cabinets until he felt something warm pressed to the side of his cheek. Nishi's eyes widened. "Wha?"He gasped out jerking his head down. Izumi's clean scent seemed to flood his scenes suddenly over powering any spicy smell still lingering from dinner. Nishi clung to the plate he was holding not daring to look up. "What?" Izumi said in a dark tone. His voice was much closer then Nishi had originally thought. "No, shut up. It's just, you kissed me." Nishi said quickly. Izumi started to give a soft little laugh. "You always had to add an insult to everything." The middle school student was starting to feel very stupid. "You never kissed my face before." Izumi was quiet for a few seconds. "Huh? No, I guess I haven't." He said sounding a little surprised he leaned forward and then turn his head to kiss Nishi again on the the cheek. It sort of reminded him of the kiss his mother would give him when he washed to dishes without her asking. "I already apologized, are you still mad?" He murmured softly into the boys cheek and kissed him again.
Nishi straighten his spine a little not letting go of the plate or looking at the man. Izumi rested his lips to the side of his temple. "Do you like me?" He asked softly. Nishi's blood pressure spiked at that moment. He felt a weird boiling in his blood an odd mix of anger and infatuation. "I guess so." He said slowly. He honestly wasn't sure if he was lying. Izumi placed his hands on Nishi's shoulders and was pulling to turn him around. Nishi stubbornly held his ground trying to keep his place at the sink. Izumi gave a soft laugh, "Why won't you turn." Nishi dropped the plate in the sink. It didn't chip. Nishi just kept his eye's down watching it in the dish water as it sunk to the bottom. "I don't want too." He said sternly using a regular tone. Izumi tugged on his shoulders again more roughly. "Don't you want to kiss me?" All Nishi could think of was that before he walked into this apartment this afternoon he had felt like a predator. And he had liked feeling that way.
How do I take control?
"You can kiss me if you want I don't care." Nishi said in the plainest voice he could muster. The boy was quickly spun around. Izumi looked down on him for a second smirk. Nishi's hand's were left awkwardly at his side drenched, dripping and covered in soap. Izumi bent down and leaned his face very close to the smaller boys so that they were nose to nose and Nishi watched Izumi slowly close his eyes and smile. Izumi slightly bent his head and merely placed his lips against the boys for a few seconds. Nishi stood still waiting for something to happen.
Eventually Izumi placed the slightest amount of suction and started pecking him chastely. The boy closed his eye's and tried to copy whatever Izumi did just to avoid looking stupid. Eventually Izumi placed his hands on Nishi's face trying to get him to lift his head up more as the slow awkward kiss continued with Nishi's lose hanging arms starting to get tired. He could feel the drips of water form his finger tips hitting his socks and soon he was thinking more about this then of Izumi.
The kiss somehow became even slower to the point were it stopped. Izumi pulled away with a string of spit still connecting there lips, which Nishi thought was odd because it was closed mouth. Izumi gave a jeering kind of smirk. "You know what I just thought of? You were wrong, I kissed you last night." He said cool-ly and stepped away from the boy and went to the bathroom softly closing the door behind him.
The boy's face was a bit stoic, he could feel the man's lips still moving against his own like a ghost. He stayed staring at the wall as his heart beat loudly in his chest.
As Nishi heard the shower start he was left to his own thoughts and damp socks.
Wait no!
His mind cried out. He needed to screw with Izumi he couldn't be left speechless and embarrassed again. He ran to the bathroom door and practically threw it open. Izumi gave him a quizzical look and cocked an eyebrow, he was naked about to get into the shower with a red-ish twitching hard on. "Have fun jacking off to guys, hypocrite!" Nishi sneered and slammed the door on Izumi's dumbfounded face.
It was stupid. But it was the best thing he could think of. Either way Nishi returned to the sofa with the look of victory on his face.
A/N
Thank you everyone you make this so much more fun. :)
