Can haz smut? Yes. Can haz. By now, Matt has opened up to Frank about his past, so any insights Frank has can be attributed to that.

The lotion is super-special, obviously. And both of their conditions leave them extra susceptible to it. Guess I just like the idea of ultra-sensitivity. Hopefully also helps to explain the extreme vulnerability that would otherwise be very OOC.

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This time Frank stripped more swiftly and was more willing to bask in Red's scent that surrounded him. Red came back in quicker and settled in more swiftly. A squirt of lotion and Frank started to feel his shoulders again. Feeling started to spread down his back, and it was just as incredibly pleasurable as the first time. After lingering moments of skin to skin contact on his back, Red got more lotion and started to work down his arms.

This time Red made sure to hold Frank's hands to massage feeling back into them. Fuck, if this was how his hands felt, how would he feel when Red touched his cock? Because if Red wanted to restore feeling to all of him, he'd have to rub Frank's cock back into feeling. Fuck, he'd been trying to avoid that thought.

"Let's see how far we can get tonight. Just don't panic this time, Frank. I don't fucking scare you. You trust me." As always, Red knew what to say.

Frank was fighting back his moans again. Red knew that too. "I told you. Let go. It's just me here; you don't have to hide."

And Frank let out a pitiful fucking whimper that had Red making soothing hushing sounds. "That's right. Anything you feel. No shame."

Frank was breathing hard again; Red's tenderness in his ministrations and his reassurances were making him feel more intimate and aroused than the actual skin contact was, Frank thought.

And Red knew he was hard. But Red's hands didn't falter. He was fine with it. He even anticipated it.

That turned Frank on even more. Didn't matter why: Red wanted to touch Frank while he was hard. Frank had been trying to keep his noise minimal, but this revelation shredded his control. "Fuck, Red!"

He could hear Red chuckle a little. "Finally letting go. Good." Red reloaded and started on Frank's neck. "This is working. Just keep going."

Fuck. Red was basically telling him to get off. And even without being able to feel his cock, the rest of him that he could feel felt so good it might not matter. The noises were pouring freely from him now, and he realized that his hips were thrusting insistently against the bed. But still Red kept going. His skin was awash with feeling, and he felt Red's hands moving back to his back.

"Calm down a little, Frank. You're going to have trouble finishing, and you'll rub yourself raw if you don't slow it down." It was another low whisper in Frank's ear. He put conscious effort into controlling his hips. But with Red instructing him how to reach orgasm, it was a lot of effort.

"Got some thoughts about this, Red?"

"I can still read you. You can't feel your cock, but your body's instincts are centered around it."

"What are you suggesting?" Besides the fact that Red liked to monitor Frank's libido.

Red's hands slid as far down as they could on Frank's back. Frank saw Red reload and heard the towel moving. Red had lifted Frank and slipped the towel underneath him. A soft gasp escaped him as Frank started to regain feeling in his ass. Fucking Red was massaging Frank's ass, and if Frank wasn't mistaken, Red intended to use it to get Frank to orgasm. When Red's hands started to slide down in-between and Frank started to feel them there, he let out a moan worthy of a porn vid.

"Is this good, Frank? Is this okay?"

"Please, Red." Frank sounded pathetic, but it was how he felt, too. Desperate. He'd only fooled around with a male friend once, and they never got anywhere near this. Frank didn't think he'd enjoy being on the receiving end of anything, but fuck if Red wasn't changing his mind.

"You want it here?" A finger started circling his hole, warming and reviving it with each pass.

"Oh, fuck! Red, do it. Do it. Fuck, I feel close. I feel."

Red was quick to start prodding after that. There was a brief pause that made Frank let out some embarrassing noises, but when the finger returned it was slick. Didn't take long for it to start pushing in. Frank's body started jerking and what muscles he could feel got tighter. "Need this, Red. Please."

"You're almost there already. You need this badly. Go on."

The finger started fucking into Frank, and he was done. He let out a gasping moan. He couldn't feel the actual orgasm besides the taut muscles and rush of endorphins. That finger felt real fucking good, but Frank couldn't feel his cock spilling.

"That was fantastic. You feel relaxed now?"

Frank just hummed. He was practically melted into the bed. Until, of course, he thought of something. "You were trying to get this to happen from the start!" It sounded more accusatory than he intended. And seemed far too obvious in retrospect. Frank had just thought Red was letting it happen, not making it happen. Until right before Red started in on his ass, he was just reassuring and supportive in spite of Frank's arousal; after, he was encouraging and assistive.

"Of course I was. I can read you. And your body has been begging for weeks now. Just finally had an opportunity to help you."

Fucking what? "What do you mean, 'begging'?"

Red slid his finger out of Frank, and Frank shuddered. The hands returned to massaging his ass. "Erections. A lot of them."

Frank was certain he was blushing now, if he hadn't been before. "You mean that I've been popping boners without noticing. And you did?"

"Hard to miss. The most interesting was when I was telling you how I hurt that pedophile. That's when I realized you got off on the Devil in me."

Frank knew Red had known Frank's secrets and was pretending not to know, but he didn't realize Red knew secrets about Frank that Frank himself didn't know. Fuck, Red had him good. But given how accepting and slightly eager Red was about all of this, Frank wasn't sure he minded.

But it still wasn't a discussion he wanted to have. "We stopping, Red?"

"Only if you want to, Frank."

"Don't want to stop."

"Good. One minute." Red left to wash his hands and when he came back he had a fresh towel and a wet cloth. "On your side for a minute." And Frank watched Red remove the towel drenched in Frank's cum and carefully clean his stomach and wilted cock. And watching this matter-of-fact, non-disgusted display, Frank had to look where he had told himself not to.

Red was hard. He was straining the front of his sweats, and his cheeks were pink. Red was breathing deeper too. "Yeah, Frank. Did you think I was doing this and feeling nothing?"

Frank wasn't sure how to answer that without diving into deeper topics he wasn't ready to bring up yet. He didn't have to. Red just pushed him back onto his front and climbed over him again. Frank didn't know why, but the feeling wasn't fading like it had before. Maybe as long as it was still being applied, the effect was connected to keep all the affected skin active?

Whatever the reason, Red's hands smoothing his upper thighs and right under his ass, sliding down deeper and giving his balls some attention made his breath catch. "Red, that's-" Frank squelched down what he knew would be a very girly sound.

"No, Frank. I want to hear every fucking noise you make. I don't want you holding back, understand?" That was really aggressive coming from Red, and while it might normally piss Frank off, it was currently making him want to obey. Fuck, Red had him. And Frank didn't even want to try to escape anymore.

Red had given his balls a gentle squeeze for emphasis, eliciting a breathy moaning sigh from Frank that made him feel very un-manly. And Red groaned as he reloaded and moved further down Frank's legs. "Sorry, just…you sound incredible. I don't care if you don't like making noises like that; the fact that you do, and you'll make them for me is…" Red trailed off with a shudder that Frank heard more than felt.

Frank had Red too, didn't he? He hadn't wanted to believe that Red could feel this because crushing disappointment wasn't something Frank could survive right now, but Red felt it. He wanted this from Frank, with Frank, too. Red's hands trailed down from Frank's calves to pay careful attention to his feet.

One side of Frank could feel, really feel, for the first time in weeks, and it felt incredibly good. He knew Red had teased him back to life, and Frank wanted Red's hands massaging Frank's cock until he came this time.

He knew Red would do it, too. He liked Frank's noises, he liked being the one to make Frank feel. Red knew he was special to Frank, and he wanted proof.

Frank couldn't tell Red that he loved him. But he'd let Red take every opportunity he wanted to make Frank show him. So Frank moaned, sighed, whimpered; whatever noises Red drew from him. And it was gratifying to make Red lose control too.

"Fuck, Frank. Fuck. On your back. Turn on your back; I need to touch you more." The words were swift and breathy, and Frank obeyed.

Now he could watch as Red got more lotion and massaged it carefully into Frank's chest. He started with his pecs, giving extra attention to Frank's nipples, which had Frank gasping and whimpering, his hips thrusting upward helplessly.

"Let's get all this upper part taken care of. Don't want to be distracted when we move downward." Red's hands smoothed up and down his neck, carefully traced his ears. Warm pleasure tingled through him. And Red leaned right up to whisper in his ear, "Talk to me, Frank. Tell me what you want, what you feel." He could feel Red's breath this time, that was for sure.

"Keep going, Red. Want to be ready for you to touch me and make me cum."

Red's hands quickly went to this side of his arms, thoroughly working more lotion into those and his hands again. "Hands feel good, Red."

"I'd suck your fingers if I wasn't concerned that would overwhelm your sensitive skin."

Frank inhaled sharply and whimpered. "This stuff edible?"

"Of course. I could taste it on the air since I first got it out of the bottle, and it's not bad. I could suck on you for a while, and I'd enjoy it for a few reasons."

"Fuck fuck fuck. Don't say that shit, Red."

"Why? Afraid you'll cum early? There's nothing wrong with it; your nerves are sensitive, even more than mine, in a way. You're incredibly receptive and weak for pleasure. No shame in being overwhelmed. Your stamina seems to keep up well enough."

Red was whispering in his ear again, and Frank's hips twitched upward. And Red was right, it had been quick and easy for Red to get Frank hard again. It wasn't stamina he normally had anymore. "You gonna overwhelm me, Red? Gonna make me helpless to resist you?"

Red gave him a sly smirk. "We'll see." Then Red got more lotion and started working his way down. Frank's hips kept moving as his eyes half closed and his breathing got even deeper. "Look at me, Frank."

Frank's eyes snapped open, glued on Red. Red was stroking Frank's pelvis right above his cock, and Frank was twitching with pleasure. "Please, Red. Fuck, please."

"You'd better watch, Frank. I want you to feel your orgasm this time. I want you to watch me wreck you with pleasure."

"Fuck, yes. Do it, Red. I'm watching." It was a helpless whine, desperation in every syllable.

Red reached to get a big glob of lotion, made eye contact that suddenly had Frank shivering in a pleasant way, and wrapped his hand around the base of Frank's cock and spread it upward, hand closing over the head and applying gentle pressure. The feeling instantaneously returned here; no need for multiple strokes.

Frank jerked, almost there. Fuck, he was easy. And Red loved it. "It's okay. Cum all you want. I can just stroke you again and again."

"Fuck, fuck!" Red wasn't even moving his hand, just holding the head so very carefully. "Red, please. It's so fucking easy for you to do this, and I need it."

Red slid his hand down Frank's cock too swiftly to anticipate, and Frank came before Red got his hand back up. Frank was screaming from the pleasure flooding through him, and Red kept stroking, making it hard to stop. It was the longest orgasm Frank had ever had, and it was getting too intense.

But, of course, Red knew. He released Frank's cock, and Frank was left panting, boneless, covered in a gratuitous amount of cum. Red cleaned him off with the fresh towel. "Oh, fuck, Red. Fuck me, that was too fucking good." Some part of his brain not numbed senseless with pleasure noted that his statement was perhaps more honest than he was willing to admit.

And Red knew. "I think we should probably go slow with any actual fucking. But I'm certainly not against the proposition."

Frank realized something. Red was still hard, so much that it looked painful. "Gotta make you cum now, Red. Go on and show me what you got there."

Red blushed. After everything that had just happened, Red blushed. "I…my skin is already super sensitive, and I'm concerned that getting any of that lotion on my cock would…"

"Make you cum on contact?" Frank smiled. "What happened to no shame in being overwhelmed by sensitive nerves?"

"That's not, just…I can't."

After how comfortable Red was with Frank, all of Frank, his complete discomfort with his own body was telling. Of course, Red was a tender-hearted masochist. He'd accept everything grotesque about Frank while holding onto all kinds of shame about himself.

"So you're going to make me guilty of being selfish? Not letting you be the selfless martyr, Red."

"Frank, I just…it's not…please…"

Frank sighed. "Give me the real reason, Red. Tell me why I shouldn't make you scream and fuck you up with pleasure as good as you just did me. Trust goes both ways, and I can't hear your heart."

"There's a lot of reasons." Red was mumbling. Frank's whole body was still buzzing with feeling, except the front of his legs, and he used his dexterity to stroke Red through his pants. Red almost sounded like he was crying. It broke Frank's heart a little.

"Red, please. I got you. You say that you're here for me? Well, I'm not leaving you hanging either. You trust me, right?" And damn if that still being a question by now didn't hurt. Frank trusted Red far more than he'd ever trusted anyone.

"I trust you, just…"

"No, no 'just'. Do you trust me?"

Red shivered. "I trust you."

"Then tell me why you don't want this. You've done enough with me that I feel safe in assuming that I don't disgust you."

"You don't. And I do want this. But I can't…there's the scars for one."

Frank snorted. "You can't literally see them, but you've mapped out every scar on my body by now. The most difference we could point out is that you have more or fewer scars, or more or less interesting scars than I do. You're not fucking ugly, Red, with or without scars. Next reason."

And fuck if Red's eyes didn't start shining with unshed tears. "I don't deserve-"

Fuck that. Frank pulled Red down to kiss him, realizing that his face and mouth were still numb. Still, he kissed Red as gently as he could, and the way Red moved and a slight moan proved he at least wasn't hurting Red. When he broke them apart, he said, "Unless you plan to make that sentence 'I don't deserve someone as shitty as you, Frank,' I don't want to hear it. You deserve a hell of a lot better than me, Red. You have a lot of fucked-up ideas about yourself, but you know that I'm not lying to you."

"That only means you believe it's the truth." Red was sniffling a little. God damn whoever broke the Devil like this.

"And that doesn't mean something? Red, you're too good for all the shit you go through, and you're damn well too good for me. You haven't convinced me, and you know your weak arguments aren't going to. Tell me the real reason or shut up."

Red stiffened, and his eyes narrowed. "Fine. You know what? After everything else, you can't touch me because the fact remains that you're going to leave. You were desperate to leave before we found a cure. Everyone leaves. I'm sick of it, Frank." Red's voice had ice in it, and it was sharp enough to draw blood.

Well, fuck Frank for not thinking of that. Red's mom had left as soon as he was born. Red's dad got murdered and left him a blind little boy alone in the world. Red's asshole blind ninja teacher left because Red had fucking feelings. Red's friends had allowed themselves to be chased off or else left Red of their own volition. And Red's ninja girlfriend died in his arms. Yeah, of course Red had abandonment issues.

Frank opened his mouth, but Red cut him off. "Don't lie and say you weren't really going to leave. Don't bullshit me, because you know it's useless."

"Shut the fuck up. You don't know what I was going to say. Yeah, I need to live at my own place again. But you might recall that one reason that's necessary is because we can't fight each other if I'm here. I don't want to leave you, Red. I want to get back to where we were. Frenemies, friends that beat the shit out of each other, whatever. We both enjoy it."

And this was more than Frank wanted to say, but Red deserved it after all the patience he'd had. "And we both know why I was getting so desperate to leave. Why this cure had me so uncomfortable that you had to slip me books with gay subtext and sweet talk me through the whole thing to get me to do it. You've been really good about not talking about it, but you know."

Frank may have been pointing at the elephant in the room, but he didn't want to address it by name for fear it would crush him. It was up to Red to say it, or not be said at all. "You care about me. A lot." Red's voice was soft, cautious.

"I do, Red." Confirming was easier than stating it. "You've been fucking with me practically since we met. Little bastard. You make me act differently." It was more than Frank intended to say.

One corner of Red's mouth turned up. "You wouldn't know it, to look at you, at us."

"Any other vigilante got in my way, if they didn't need killing, I would have tied up and thrown somewhere random so they wouldn't be a problem. I chained you up to chat with you while I waited to take my shot. I told you to shoot me in the head and kill me, because I was all but certain you wouldn't. You've always been special, Red."

Frank saw Red shiver. It seemed worth it, to lay his cards on the table at last. Wasn't like Red wasn't using his senses as X-ray specs to see them anyway. "Red, I can't stay here with you. But that doesn't mean I'm leaving you. I…I need you in my life. You fix some part of my fucked-up brain. Fuck, Red, I'd be wrecked if you left me."

Red leaned in to kiss Frank, and even if Frank couldn't feel it, the fact that Red had initiated it made Frank feel good. In fact, Frank was losing feeling in his body again. "Let's get you off. Something; I'm fading. Wanna feel you cum tonight."

Frank tugged off Red's sweats as soon as Red nodded. He wasn't as hard after their conversation, but a quick stroke or two livened him up. "What's the plan, Frank?"

Most of the excess lotion was on Frank's cock. "Hands on my shoulders." Red obeyed, and Frank pressed Red against him, moving Red's hard cock against his limp one. And, fuck, if Red didn't come the second his cock hit Frank's lotion-covered one. He let out a loud, filthy moan as he thrust against Frank. Frank could feel the warmth of his cum. Red felt good.

Red wasn't able to calm until Frank moved him off of him, breaking Red's contact with the lotion and wiping what was left on Red's cock off. Red continued to twitch and moan, though, until Frank became concerned. "You okay, Red?"

"My skin's already super-sensitive, not numb like yours. That stuff…I think I might be broken." The fact that the end of that sentence was a moan made Frank think nothing too bad had happened.

"How about we give you a few minutes before we decide that? But it felt good, right?"

"Soooo good. Fuck, my brain isn't working."

It also made Frank wonder how pent-up Red was. "How often do you masturbate?"

Red didn't answer. Frank rolled his eyes. "I'll admit I don't find the need to very often. Although I've needed to a little more since I started encountering you."

"I don't have time for that."

"Look, sexual frustration might amp up the Devil's fury, but it's irresponsible to not take care of yourself."

"I take care of myself."

"Not if you're neglecting your needs. It sounds like you need someone to remind you of the right way to take care of yourself."

"Are you volunteering? Because I'm not sure you're up for it."

"Fuck you, Red; don't make me prove myself. I need to get my skin fixed, but I will show you a thing or two that will shut you up."

"You really enjoyed me taking charge."

"Doesn't mean I can't do it too. I will fuck you up, Red."

"You don't fucking scare me."

"I will."

"Not if I'm buried inside you, making you scream for me."

"…not then, no. But later."

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Bickering about sex. Not sure why that happened, it just did. But hopefully amusing. And this chapter had twice as many direct addresses of "Frank" and "Red" before I toned it down. Shit, if my friends were reading this I'd make a Fushigi Yuugi joke.