My underwear feels gross.
That was the first thing to pop into Takao's mind when he woke.
He groaned and sat up, Midorima must not have known the full effect of whatever sorcery he had just pulled. In a way, it made sense. He had probably been feeding off girls. They left quite a bit less…evidence.
Poor Shin-chan probably thought that making embarrassing noises was the extent of it.
Think again.
Takao blinked and his eyes focused on Midorima. He was sitting at his desk and had probably been doing his homework. Did this guy ever take a break and relax?
Midorima turned in his seat so he was facing Takao.
"I told you it was weird."
Takao almost burst out laughing.
Yep, he was completely oblivious.
Midorima's super awkward personality would have made him an embarrassed mess if he had known.
"Oh you have no idea."
Takao let a few giggles escape him when Midorima stared at him in obvious confusion.
"Erm, let's just say I really would like a shower right about now."
Midorima still didn't seem to get it, the confused glare on his face becoming deeper.
Takao struggled to compose himself enough to answer.
"It didn't hurt, but it felt so good that I made a bit of a mess."
He slowly enunciated each syllable and gestured to his body, trying to get the point across without being painfully blunt.
Midorima frowned more, visibly trying to decode what Takao was saying.
It didn't work.
Takao would have to shove reality right in his face.
"Shin-chan. Whatever you did makes that entire experience very pleasant. In fact, it makes it sexually arousing instead of painful. It felt so good that I ended up ejaculating and now my underwear feels disgusting, so I would appreciate if I could borrow your shower and a change of clothes."
Takao spoke very clearly and somehow managed to keep a straight face throughout the entire thing.
Midorima was a different story.
The expression of complete shock and embarrassment on his face was picturesque. Takao wished he had a camera.
Midorima sputtered something along the lines of 'bathroom' 'end of hall' and 'towel set' before booking it out of his bedroom.
Takao fell back and positively cried with laughter.
It was only when his stomach was killing him that he finally stopped and awkwardly waddled to the bathroom, trying not to move his thighs too much.
It really did feel gross…
The next week at school was a hilarious and awkward one.
Takao found everything hilarious and enjoyed himself. Midorima was incredibly awkward, even more so than usual, which is saying a lot.
Midorima was trying to avoid him as much as possible and horribly failing at it. After all, they were in the same class and both had to attend practice.
By Thursday, Midorima had calmed down enough that they started getting back into their normal routine. Takao would try everything humanly possible to piss off his partner and Midorima would yell 'Shut up! Takao!' back at him.
Ah, normalcy is nice.
But tomorrow was Friday.
Takao shot a quick glance at Midorima while he was collecting balls.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't apprehensive. He doubted he would ever get used to the situation, but there was nothing he could do to change it. At least he had a bit of say in the matter.
Yeah, like to go unwillingly or willingly.
He groaned as he caught one of Midorima's starving-animal glances.
He had noticed a small change in his body. After Midorima did his thing, he would be exhausted for the rest of the next day. After two days had passed, his endurance would be back and it would be stronger than usual, but it would only last for a day.
It was probably because his body was making more blood than necessary, which would make his oxygen levels rise. It was kinda like blood doping, except on a much faster scale.
Needless to say, the normally hellish Monday practices were a little easier on him.
When he reached home, Takao was surprised to hear his phone happily blasting out Midorima's unique tone.
A text from Shin-chan?
How rare.
Takao quickly checked to see what the contents were.
'You're coming over for dinner after school.'
Yeah, that was expected. Dinner number one, then dinner number two.
Takao flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
At least he didn't have to worry about getting himself off every other night. Somehow, what Midorima had done that time had left him empty of any desire for release throughout the entire week. It was strange, but Takao wasn't complaining. It was difficult to find the privacy to do it at his house.
After Friday's practice, Takao found himself being dragged to the rickshaw by the arm, courtesy of a very impatient-looking Midorima.
What was up with him? Did he sit on something unpleasant during class? He hadn't even given Takao time to shower.
One careful look was all that was needed to toss that theory out of his mind.
It was like putting a starving wolf in line for an all you can eat bunny rabbit buffet. Midorima oozed anticipation.
Takao set to work pedaling, but instead of staring off into the distance as per usual, Midorima's eyes fastened on his back. Takao could feel the weight of his stare like a living thing, winding around him and constricting his movements.
It was embarrassing, scary, and uncomfortable, but he had no idea how to escape.
"Hey, Shin-chan, I brought extra underwear this time so I won't need to borrow yours"
The spluttering noises coming from behind him said that Midorima had definitely just choked on his drink.
"O-Oi! Takao!"
Ah, he could almost hear the blush that was undoubtedly covering Midorima's entire face.
Thankfully, the comment was enough to dispel the strange, predatory air and Takao breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he felt those eyes leave his back.
Or more specifically, leave his neck.
Dealing with a creature like Midorima Shintarou was a difficult task, as Takao was learning.
Thankfully, he was already quite good at it and could adapt quickly.
When they reached Midorima's house, Takao parked the rickshaw and wandered in, expecting to be greeted with dinner.
No such luck.
Midorima grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs, his grip like iron.
Jeez, someone was impatient.
"Umm Shin-chan? I haven't had a shower yet and I kinda stink so would you mind waiting a little?"
Midorima just stared at him, then changed course. He dragged Takao into the bathroom.
"I haven't either so we'll just do it at the same time."
Takao's face turned bright red.
"What seems to be the problem? Everyone showers together after practice anyways. It's not like this is something new."
What!?
He's saying that we are going to shower together and then he'll just do this thing while we're still naked!?
Oh hell no!
That is going past embarrassment!
That side effect is plenty awkward with pants on!
Takao was about to voice his complaints when something odd stopped him in his tracks.
Midorima was holding out a bunch of painkillers to him.
He couldn't possibly mean…
"Take these. Then it won't hurt as much."
Takao tried to stay calm.
He really did.
He also failed spectacularly.
His face twisted into an angry, embarrassed glare.
"Oi. You've got to be kidding me. Either you do what you did last time to get rid of the pain and deal with its effects, or nothing happens at all."
There was no way those feeble painkillers could get rid of the terrible sensation he had experienced the first time.
No way.
Even a horse tranquilizer probably wouldn't work.
There was no way that he would just sit there and take that level of pain.
Midorima visibly flinched and looked uncertain, clearly not expecting such a strong reaction.
"But–"
"Shin-chan. This is uncomfortable enough as it is so please just get on with it."
Midorima seemed to debate for a moment, then put down the painkillers and turned on the shower.
Evidently his hunger was more important than his embarrassment.
Midorima quickly stripped and got into the shower.
The shower area was like a large room, covered in tile and with enough space to fit at least three people comfortably.
It was kind of infuriating.
After a few minutes, Midorima poked his head out and glared at the stack of towels, which stopped at around Takao's height.
"Hurry up and get in. I'm hungry."
That one comment dispelled all of Takao's residual worries and frustrations.
Midorima was still Midorima.
He clutched his stomach and burst out laughing, the noise intensifying as Midorima noticed the sound coming from a different direction and started squinting around to try and find him.
"All right, all right. No need to fret your highness."
"Shut up Takao!"
Midorima's head quickly disappeared back into the shower and Takao could hear him angrily scrubbing shampoo into his hair.
Takao quickly undressed and got in, prolonging the inevitable as long as possible by making sure to wash himself as slowly as he could get away with.
As soon as he rinsed off, he felt something push him into the wall.
"Holy crap that's cold!"
Takao did not like the feeling of the cold tiles on his bare skin, but he couldn't really move away. Midorima, who had put his glasses on again, was pinning him there.
Glasses?
Really?
You're in the shower Shin-chan.
Takao wanted to say that, but he couldn't. There was a very insistent pair of lips pressing against his own, preventing him from saying anything.
It was a strange feeling.
The hands that held him in place were rough, pinning him to the wall without regard to whatever pain it would cause. The dominating aura Midorima gave off made his entire body shiver and want to lie down in a submissive position.
But those lips were different.
They were hesitant, almost pleading, and careful. The kiss was soft and firm, but still remained gentle. It was like an apology for how violent the rest of him was being.
Even as Takao slowly relaxed himself and let Midorima pull him into an even deeper kiss, that gentleness didn't fade. In fact, Midorima's mouth grew softer and even more careful, while the rest of his body practically shook with desire.
Takao was unaffected at this point by the painful grip on his wrists, the tiles digging into his back and the marks that would surely be left there.
He was past the point of feeling pain.
The warmth was already wrapping itself around his body, removing any trace of discomfort and sending a nice and steady flow of pleasure down to his lower half.
Takao couldn't even find the strength to be embarrassed at his arousal, he was drowning in Midorima's kiss.
It seemed to stretch out for longer this time, but Takao didn't mind. Somehow, it felt nice and helped him to stay calmed down.
This entire situation was still a relatively scary thing after all.
He was disappointed at the loss when Midorima released his mouth, but he didn't have time to dwell on it for long. Almost immediately after, Midorima's teeth sank into his neck.
Takao cried out in surprise and pleasure as he arched his back, trying to get some sort of friction to soothe the ache of his arousal. His hips thrust into empty air and his limbs shook.
All it took was Midorima's first gulp and Takao was coming. He shivered and gasped, his body's spasms jerking his limbs.
Already?
Takao could barely think.
As he felt another tug on his neck, the pleasure swept back over him.
Within an instant, the desire was back in his lower body.
What the hell?
Midorima slowly drank his fill and Takao was slowly brought back to the brink of pleasure. Once again, he unconsciously started to move his hips, making shallow thrusts against the air. His voice echoed off the tiled walls, sounding louder than it really was.
Then his lower half accidentally made contact with something, probably Midorima's leg. The bolt of pleasure was different, but no less welcome, and he arched his back as he tried to grind himself against whatever it was he had just felt.
Midorima's body jerked and he took a particularly large gulp in surprise.
That was the final straw.
Takao came again as the feeling slammed into him like a high–speed train.
When his orgasm had run its course, he felt Midorima's teeth detach from his neck. Midorima took the time and carefully closed up the wound with his tongue, then settled Takao in a seated position against the wall.
Through half closed eyes, Takao watched as Midorima rinsed them both off and wrapped him in a towel.
Takao felt drained. Midorima had taken more blood than he had expected.
It was like his hunger was increasing every time.
He let his eyes close, but didn't fall asleep. He felt like someone had removed all of his bones.
Ah, so this is what being a jellyfish is like.
Right before he drifted off, he could swear that he felt Midorima's lips press gently against his forehead, but he had no idea whether or not that was actually the case.
He was too tired to care.
