Sawa was the one who gave them the tip-off, declaring her news as she dumped her things on a table in Nascita. "I have a location on a Faust experimentation facility."
Banjou looked up from his coffee with incredulity. "You were gone for an hour!" Sawa smiled in that knowing way of hers and hung her dripping coat over the back of a chair.
"I have my connections!" she said, leaning past him to grab a pastry and stuff half of it into her mouth at once. She began an explanation, but at the disgusted look on Banjou's face, chewed and swallowed with an enormous effort before starting again. Sento listened intently, leaning over the counter with both hands.
The facility was under an abandoned warehouse on the southern outskirts of the city. It looked abandoned, but had enormous electricity readings, readings so high, there could only be some kind of heavy machinery using vast amounts of power on a regular basis, Sawa had explained with a twinkle in her eye.
"Well, no time to waste then, right?" Sento said, clapping his hands on the counter and standing up straight. Banjou's eyes widened as he swallowed another big gulp of coffee and spun around to look at the soaked windows.
"In this weather? Are you kidding?" Sento rolled his eyes at the whine in Banjou's voice and rapidly squeezed him on the shoulder repeatedly, something like a massage but way more annoying.
"What, does Mr. Musclehead think he's going to melt in a little rain?" Banjou rolled his eyes and shoved Sento's arm away.
"All right, fine, whatever, but if we end up wet and miserable with nothing later, you can complain to someone else."
They pulled up under the trees at the edge of the lot and Sento killed the roar of his bike quickly. Banjou removed his helmet and shook out his auburn hair gently with a huff. Hanging his helmet from the handle of Sento's motorcycle, he shoved both hands in his windbreaker pockets, hunching his shoulders against the driving wind and watching as Sento folded the bike back into phone form. The pair left the coverage of the trees cautiously, Sento turning the collar of his tan overcoat up to protect his neck from the cold. Boots crunching on the gravel, Banjou strode quickly towards the only visible door, cutting in front of Sento. The line of his back was broad, even as he slouched forward against the rain; Sento noted this absently, scanning the rest of the lot for any sign of life.
The warehouse was a fairly nondescript grey building with miscellaneous wood pallets and barrels scattered around. The roof had long since rusted through in places, and the rain puddled under each hole with a constant dripping noise that only added to the lonely atmosphere. Almost as if on cue, the wind kicked up as they entered, banging the door closed behind them with a drum of heavy droplets.
"Alright, split up and find the entrance?" Sento murmured, and Banjou nodded. They kept it quiet, unsure if the unused look of the place was a true indicator of the presence of other people. Eventually spying a seam in the floor, Sento made a 'psst' sound, beckoning Banjou over to him. They worked together to lift a grungy, wet trap door and descended a dark set of spiral metal stairs, Sento leading the way, an echoing 'clink' with each step of his mismatched high tops.
The stairwell was dimly lit by a pale white glow at the base floor. Sento slowly made his way down, and they were only a couple steps from the bottom when Banjou slipped. A puddle of rain had dripped through the roof, invisible in the poor lighting. He cursed as he went down, boots squeaking on the metal, almost taking Sento down with him in the process. Sento frantically reached out to steady him before he fell on the hard concrete, grabbing the larger man by the hips and hauling him back to his feet. Even in the dim light, he could see Banjou's face flushing. Sento felt no give around his trim waist, all lean muscle, and as Banjou straightened up, steadied, Sento felt his abdomen flexing, and something twisted in his gut that made him want to splay his hands across-
"Smooth." He commented, interrupting his own thought-spiraling and clapping the taller man on the back. Conceptualizing his attraction to his partner was a topic he had long since exhausted, and he figured if things were meant to get physical between them, Banjou would let him know. Banjou rolled his eyes and took the bottom two stairs quickly, seemingly reassured in his stride once he hit the dry concrete.
It didn't take long for them to realize they were alone. The facility seemed to run with a general level of autonomy that didn't require constant surveillance by staff, and the only sound save their footsteps was the low hum of machinery. They rounded a third corner, and Sento saw a break in the wall of the hallway, leading to an alcove that had a distinctly yellow hue to it. He exchanged a glance with Banjou, knowing that the other man had also noticed the different lighting. They approached the opening and stepped into a wide, open room, and Sento's first impression was purple.
The room was long and wide, with a fairly high unfinished ceiling that Sento wondered the logistics of. Taking up the center two-thirds of the room were 6 enormous planters, filled with rows upon rows of violently purple flowers. Each stood on a pale green stalk, with two large, rounded petals atop a bright gold pistil, and a rounded bulb on the bottom. There was no breeze to be felt in the room, and yet the flowers undulated slowly, rhythmically.
"Wow," Banjou breathed, obviously getting ahead of himself and strolling quickly into the room. Sento followed after him, approaching the flowers with trepidation. What was Faust doing with a garden of unidentifiable flowers, under a warehouse, in a completely empty facility, in the middle of nowhere? He looked closely the equipment feeding up into a set of sprinklers above the plants, feeling his hair ready to spring up in excitement at figuring out a new piece of technology. Turning to ask Banjou a question, he stopped short, noticing several things simultaneously.
Banjou's face softened as he leaned in close to the swaying purple petals, hypnotized, the yellow lighting of the heat lamps above casting a golden glow on his auburn hair. Strangely, with his dark lashes splayed out against his bronzed cheeks as he looked down at the flowers, Banjou looked inviting, seductive. Sento knew Banjou shouldn't get too close, and opened his mouth to say something.
Suddenly the bottom bulb of the flower jerked violently, a puff of visible golden pollen exploding into Banjou's face. He yelped an incoherent noise and stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet in the process and falling into another flowerbed. Dozens of other flowers were disturbed in the process, and they all reacted similarly, bursting pollen onto him. Sento held back a laugh and went to help the other Rider, holding his sleeve over his face in the process.
Banjou sat up and coughed violently, waving Sento away with one arm and covering his mouth with the other. He scrambled out of the flowerbed, and it was then Sento realized the flowers had had some kind of extensive ripple effect, and the many blossoms were puffing what looked like golden smoke in waves, Reacting quickly, he pulled out his driver and twisted a fullbottle. Even without an advanced air filtration system, the suit's helmet had to be better than inhaling all of this foreign substance. He had no idea what kind of flowers they were and, given they were in a Faust facility, they should have been more careful to begin with. He remembered the pain of Evolt's poison, of weakening as his body failed, and his soul shuddered.
"Banjou, henshin!" He said loudly, and quickly pushed the bottles into his driver. The suit materialized around him and he felt a familiar sense of power suffuse through his body. He thought he caught a faint hint of something sweet and earthy before the helmet snapped into place. Through the thick cloud of pollen he saw Banjou retching as his own suit built itself around him. Cross-Z stumbled out of the shimmering mist, and they scrambled a few meters from the planters before he collapsed to his knees, still coughing from deep within his chest. After a painful few seconds, the fit subsided and he let out a weak laugh.
"Even the stupid flowers in Faust are weaponized. Figures, right?" Only Banjou Ryuga would make such an idiotic joke in a time like this, Sento thought with a grimace that couldn't be seen behind his helmet.
"Moron." He said aloud, squatting on one knee to get closer to the other man's level. "Are you okay?" Banjou's breathing was slowly returning to normal, and he seemed about to speak when another voice sounded out.
"Well, well, well! I got an alert from our silent alarm, but I wasn't expecting to see the two of you boys!" Sento whirled to his feet.
Evolt stood in the doorway to the nursery, leaning on one side of the door frame in a nonchalant slouch. His Cobra suit was enabled, and the cold visor revealed nothing of his expression.
Sento stepped forward, angling his body between the new arrival and a swaying Cross-Z. His eyes darted from side to side, already considering a cart full of buckets of soil as a potential cover point and wondering how much it would hurt to Rider Kick through a solid 22 feet of dirt and concrete. Evolt, sensing Sento tense for battle, held up both his hands in a surrendering motion.
"No need for all that," He said sardonically, shaking his hands back and forth slowly. "I see you've found Faust's garden." He gestured past Sento towards the swaying purple blossoms, some of which still puffed out small clouds of shimmering fumes.
"What are they?" Sento asked, curiosity getting the better of him, knowing full well he likely couldn't trust what Evolt said anyway.
"A peculiar plant native to Mars that Faust has been experimenting with. The pollen of these blossoms has certain.. mind altering properties. On Martians, at least," He said in a bemused kind of way. Sento's heartbeat kicked into overdrive. Anything Evolt described as 'mind altering' could not be good news.
"They thought they could synthesize something out of it to make people more obedient for Smash trials," he continued with a laugh. "To be honest with you, I'm not positive why they kept these around after the initial tests. No known antidote either."
"Get to the point!" Sento gritted through his teeth, trying desperately to keep his fear and anger in check. Evolt had a way of dancing around a subject, delighted in human ignorance, amused by his own involvement behind the scenes at any given time. Sento always found it annoying, but even more so in a situation like this. He couldn't see Evolt's face, but somehow he knew the other man was grinning wide behind his visor. His tone became nearly predatory.
"It elevates certain chemical levels in the brain. The people of Mars used it as a mild aphrodisiac, a casual party drug. On humans, it has a more.. drastic effect."
Before he knew it he was turning to look back at Banjou. The other Rider was abnormally still, save the nearly imperceptible rise and fall of the suit's chest with his breathing.
"Exactly how drastic are we talking here?" Sento hated how strained his voice sounded, hated how heavy his heart was pounding and echoing in the quiet room. He hated that he was asking Evolt for information, hated being at his mercy. Evolt laughed again.
"You boys will find out soon enough. Unfortunately, I have work to do, otherwise I'd stick around for the show. He might survive," he said, shrugging, "he's me, after all."
He turned back through the doorway, throwing up an arm behind him as he left. "Ciao!" A heavy metal door slid into place behind him with a foreboding thud. Sento turned back to Banjou, who was kneeling on the ground.
"That could have gone worse." He said, reaching down to pull the other Rider to his feet. Banjou slowly reached up and grabbed his hand, unsteady as he stood. "How do you feel?"
Banjou inhaled deeply, air whooshing as it left his lungs. "Dizzy, but I'll live," Sento nodded.
"Awesome. Now how are we getting out of here?"
The door that Evolt had closed wouldn't budge, despite Sento's best efforts and a few well placed kicks. He cursed himself for only bringing his basic two bottles, knowing full well a stronger suit could easily have gotten through the steel barricade. The pair instead departed through a smaller doorway on the other side of the room, giving the central planters and their shimmering golden haze a wide berth in the process.
The other door led to a sterile looking laboratory, and into another generic, barely lit hallway. Sento lamented the steel door blocking their only known exit, and the two wandered for a few minutes in silence, save the heavy footsteps of their Rider suits on the cement.
Banjou slumped against the wall with a shaky laugh, leaning his head back and looking at the tiled ceiling.
"Ah, Sento-" He said weakly. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" His voice was muffled by the thick plating of the helmet, but Sento could easily tell he was just masking his fear with humor.
"Banjou, you regularly wear a suit that sheds literal magma when you punch things, how is it you can't handle a little heat now?" Sento clapped back, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. His ribbing held a thread of truth that shook him. Banjou must have felt pretty feverish to have said anything, especially now that they had left the nursery with all its heat lamps. Banjou laughed breathily again.
"Fair point." He inhaled deeply, keeping his back against the wall. "But this feels different. Cross-Z Magma is hot, but it's hot like standing over a hot stove." Sento had to actively tell himself not to roll his eyes at the other man's complete lack of metaphorical creativity. Abruptly he turned his head to look directly at Sento's face. The tinted glass of the helmet's eye plates hid his face from view, but Sento couldn't shake the sensation that Banjou was staring intensely into his eyes. Banjou's voice got rougher as he continued.
"But this heat is… deep inside me. It's making my skin sensitive, and my stomach feels weird," He paused for a moment, and then shook his head slightly, turning away from Sento as abruptly as he had looked to begin with, as if trying to shake himself out of a trance. "It's different," he finished lamely. "Hey, the suit can't be helping, right? It's so hot, maybe taking it off would help. I honestly need to be naked. Or maybe a skeleton."
A vision of Banjou from a week prior flashed in his mind suddenly, shirtless and sweaty, dark eyes and tousled hair as he worked out, the cut of his hips a stark line in the lean muscle of his abdomen. He was obviously malnourished when he first came to live at Nascita, but weeks of working out and consistent protein had left him with considerable muscle gain. His stomach was tight and defined, and his chest had filled out, thick and strong, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind that he had made a living as a fighter.
Sento shook his head wildly, vividly aware of how rapidly his heart was beating. "We don't know what kind of reaction the pollen is having with your nervous system. The suit bolsters all of your physical attributes, that includes your immune system. You'll have a better chance of fighting it if you leave the suit on a little longer."
Banjou groaned, putting his hands on his head and kicking at the air absently. "You're the genius around here I guess," he sighed, and pushed away from the wall to continue down the dimly lit hall.
"Damn right I am! My incredible genius is probably the only thing keeping you alive right now!" Sento called after him and jogged to catch up.
They wandered for what Sento guessed to be around 10 minutes, before he noticed Banjou was lagging farther and farther behind him. He turned to admonish his sidekick for moving so slowly, and realized the other man was clenching his fists tight, feet dragging on the floor with each step. His heart sank. Was he really deteriorating this fast, even with the suit helping to counteract the drug?
"Banjou?" He asked, doubling back to help the other Rider. Banjou started, as if he'd been deep in thought, and turned away from Sento as quickly as he could, arms wrapped around his stomach. "You good?"
"Uhhh-" His voice was uncharacteristically high, and Sento was immediately concerned. "I don't want to talk about it?" And with that he turned back.
There was a visible tent in the nanofibers at the junction of the suit's legs. Sento, in all his genius, didn't know how Banjou managed to look violently embarrassed through several layers of reinforced tinted plexiglass, but somehow he achieved the impression. A few excruciatingly silent seconds passed, and then-
"So is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
If it was possible for a person to audibly flush, Sento would swear he heard Banjou's face redden. "Evolt said it was an aphrodisiac, what did you expect!?" His voice cracked, and he covered his crotch with his hands. "I tried to chill out but I'm just so hot I can't think straight!"
Sento snorted loud enough to be heard through the helmet, the image of Banjou, fully covered in several layers of ballistic nanofiber and advanced composite armor, trying and failing to protect his modesty. His cheeks were hot, hotter than they should be, even under the compressive foam of the helmet's interior, and for the first time he remembered that sweet, earthy smell from the nursery. He felt overcome by a wave of butterflies in his stomach, knew the realization shot adrenaline through his body and that was the reason for his shaky hands and racing heart.
"Alright, thanks for the observation, muscle brain, next time I'll definitely trust what Evolt has to say." His voice had a performative steadiness to it, and he suddenly desperately wanted to be out of his suit, desperately wanted to see Banjou's face. He told himself to look anywhere but at Banjou's erection, but a dark sensation willed him on, made him continue without thoroughly assessing what he was about to say. "Can you handle yourself until we find a way out, or do you need help with that?"
Banjou froze, every muscle clearly locked as he breathed shallowly. "What."
Sento felt a trickle of sweat drip down his neck and cursed, finally giving in and undo-ing his transformation, potential danger be damned. Banjou started at the belt's speaker announcing his conditioned air of the underground facility whooshed over Sento's sweaty forehead, and he gulped down a lungful, dizzy and hot. He hoped the relief would give him some clarity, help him think straighter, but his mind felt slow and clouded, so unlike his usual demeanor. He licked his dry lips, and Banjou's helmet moved ever so slightly to follow the movement.
"You know what I meant, dumbass," His skin tingled, and even the brush of his shirt against his collarbone made him resist the urge to inhale sharply. A hot tension built behind his eyes and he thought weakly about how far he had been when the flowers erupted, how much stronger a dose Banjou must have gotten, how even with the suit enhancing his nervous system and alien DNA he must be feeling so much more-
"I don't think that's a good idea," Banjou stated bluntly, voice rougher than before, and he took a shaky step backwards. "I need to-" he took another step, and another, and tripped over his own feet, collapsing to his back in the middle of the hallway. Sento rushed over to him, and the suit deactivated as he got close. Banjou's bangs stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were wide and dark in the dim lighting. He scrambled away from Sento as he approached, breathing heavily.
"Wait, Sento, I-" he gasped out. "Get away from me, you don't know if there's any still on my clothes," and Sento laughed, because it was too late for that, the sweet memory of the flowers still heavy in his nose. He pulled off his jacket mindlessly, still too hot to be comfortable. Banjou's nostrils flared, and he laid his head back on the cold floor, groaning breathlessly. The denim of his jeans stretched over the heavy silhouette of his erection, and Sento swallowed thickly.
"You don't know if I-" Stopping abruptly, Banjou clenched his fist and slammed it on the floor, shuddering out a deep exhale. "You don't know if Evolt did something to me, if I'm not in control of myself, I-"
His jaw visibly flexed as he struggled to get the words out.
"You don't understand, you aren't feeling this right now, it's worse than the Sclash driver," he gritted out, "My self control sucks already but now every gross thought I've ever had- it's so hard not to just-"
"I wouldn't know what it feels like to be out of control?" Sento asked, raising his voice and interrupting his partner's tangent. Lifting his head, Banjou's face contorted as realization of what he said sank in. He scrambled unsteadily to his feet.
"You know I didn't mean it like that-"
"-and besides, I'm not some damsel in distress-"
"-I just meant I don't trust myself-"
"-and who exactly is the main hero here? You think I can't handle you if you start hulking out?" Sento finished jokingly, ignoring his own discomfort and the growing hardness in his jeans to try and lighten the mood. Banjou was obviously struggling, expression torn, and Sento knew there was no way he'd go through with anything if he didn't feel like at least one of them was in control. "Banjou, I wouldn't let you hurt me, I don't even think you're capable of trying."
Banjou laughed unsteadily, more of a quiet rapid exhale than anything, and yanked off his windbreaker, seemingly unable to think with so many restrictive layers. He had dressed for the rain, and had several shirts on, ripping his flannel from his waist and pulling off his t-shirt before throwing it to the floor.
It wasn't like Sento had never seen Banjou unclothed before. They lived together, showered one after another, shared the same bed on occasion if Gentoku and Kazumi were hanging around Nascita. But the air between them was heavy now, and Sento appreciated his body in ways he hadn't let himself before. Shadows caused by the dim floor lights threw his features in dark relief, deepening the ridges of his abs and intensifying the tight set of his chiseled jawline, a look directed at Sento that made his dick twitch under his jeans.
"I was hoping," Sento said, stripping off his overshirt, and Banjou inhaled deeply again, "that between the suit, and Evolt's DNA, you'd metabolize the pollen better than this." With characteristic boldness, he pulled his undershirt over his head too and tossed it to the floor, pressing his bare back against the cool white bricks and letting out a breathy sigh. "Should have known not to depend on you for that, monkey brain."
Banjou let out a low groan, and rushed forward, crowding the space before Sento's bare chest, both hands against the wall on either side of his head. Despite the distance between their bodies, Sento could feel him radiating heat, an absolute furnace as his body burned through the foreign substance.
"Why aren't you freaking out about this? Why are you so sure?" He mumbled, and leaned down to inhale deeply in the junction of Sento's pale neck and shoulders. "And why do you smell so damn good?"
Sento could feel the warmth from his mouth, just barely brushing over his jugular, hungry and curious, and moaned under his breath. Banjou smelled good too, a subtle spicy, earthy scent that got his saliva going, and made his face even hotter.
"Amplified pheromones, probably, that would be the smartest explanation for how the flowers work. Also I showered this morning, unlike someone else I know," he ribbed, his voice weaker than he liked to admit. Banjou huffed out a breath onto Sento's collarbone and it took all of his considerable IQ and finely tuned self control not to whimper. "And as for why I'm not freaking out, Banjou, you're doing
to me for like, the third time. I think Kazumin actually started a betting pool on when we finally hook up."
"This definitely isn't shower related. Also, ew, I don't want to hear about Kazumin when we're like this, shut up."
"Make me," Sento challenged breathlessly.
Banjou kissed like he fought, throwing caution to the wind and putting all his passion on display with no thought to the consequences, and the effects of the pollen only inflamed his desire. More hunger and longing were channeled into the kiss than Sento could have ever imagined, and his few late night indulgences had no way of preparing him for how it would feel. Wasting no time, with the first press of his lips, his tongue slid into Sento's mouth, hot and slick, and it sent an electric shock deep through Sento's stomach to the root of his dick. Keeping himself propped up with one hand on the wall, Banjou threaded his fingers through the hair on the back of Sento's neck and tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. Sento groaned and pressed back, sliding his hands down Banjou's bare, feverish back and pulling his body closer.
A muffled moan dug out of him, Banjou's skin burning against his chest, hips chasing some form of relief. Feeling the thick length tucked down under Banjou's jeans, he pressed a leg between them. Banjou rutted against him slowly, a heavy drag of his hips as he kissed him, making Sento even more aware of his own arousal, demanding and straining against his zipper. Banjou growled, a deep, animalistic noise deep in his throat, and bit on Sento's lower lip, urgently kissing him again, their tongues meeting before their lips did, and Sento's cock twitched at how filthy it was, how much it turned him on to know Banjou wanted him so bad he was sloppy with it-
Sento broke the kiss, panting, and looked down at their bodies, Banjou's scarred, more toned abdomen flexing with each quick breath he took, a thin sheen of sweat over the very top of his chest; his own pale, slimmer chest, the dusky peaks of his nipples rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. Banjou let go of his head and leaned in again, lips brushing against Sento's fluttering pulse point. Groaning, he placed open mouth kisses up and down his neck, the slightest edge of teeth making Sento's eyes flutter at the vulnerable sensation.
"You smell so fucking good," Banjou panted into his collarbone, still thrusting his length against Sento's thigh, "want you so fucking bad, Sento."
Sento became 100% positive his dick would not survive another second in the confines of his jeans, and he reached down to pop the button and shove them down just far enough for his cock to spring out, hard and dark and aching against his flat stomach, pre-cum already visibly beading up at the head.
"Since when do you curse like that?" he bit out, wrapping one hand around his dick and squeezing gently at the base. He hissed a little when he exhaled, putting a shaky hand on Banjou's bare chest. "Come on, musclehead, let me touch you."
Banjou set his forehead on Sento's shoulder and moaned helplessly. He fumbled with his own pants, fingers shaking on the button, knuckles brushing against Sento's hand on his dick. Shoving his waistband down around the heft of his thighs and exposing himself, he surged forward, pressing the thick, stiff length of himself into Sento's hand clumsily.
Sento's stomach dropped as a pulse of arousal ripped through him, and as he opened his hand wider to accommodate both of them, a heavy drop of pre-cum slid down the bottom side of his dick, smoothing the glide of their skin. Though they were fairly comparable in length, Banjou was clearly thicker, throbbing and heavy in his palm. Sento's head spun. Banjou kissed him again, hot and needy, tongue delving in so deep Sento felt like he might pass out, or spontaneously combust, or maybe both. He knew it was the effect of the foreign chemicals in their blood, but Banjou was so responsive, every stroke of Sento's tongue wringing a grunt or a growl from him, and Sento was reminded once again how much more of a dose Banjou had gotten.
"Fuuuuck," Banjou moaned against his mouth, and Sento couldn't prevent his dick from twitching and letting out another spurt of pre-ejaculate, couldn't prevent himself from staring at the flex of Banjou's abs as he thrust into his hand, "I can-"
He swallowed thickly, panting a little. "I can smell it, I can smell how you want me, when you-" He reached down and wrapped his own hand around Sento's long fingers, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over the head of Sento's dick. He was was impossibly hard, and each brush of Banjou against his slit had him leaking even more. Head spinning as Banjou's words hit him, dizzy with the knowledge that his partner could scent his arousal, Sento thought dimly that the only thing preventing them from completely going out of control was their increased hazard levels. Banjou continued mumbling almost absently, a babble of stream of consciousness spilling from his lips as they breathed heavily into each other's mouths.
"..need to be inside you, Sento, it's burning me up, you feel so good, I need you, I always need you, I-"
Banjou's hips jerked unsteadily and his cock twitched, head flushed and leaking under his foreskin, and he squeezed their hands harder around their lengths.
"I'm gonna-" he panted, and Sento's heart skipped a beat, the muscles clenching deep in his stomach as he felt the pleasure numb his legs. He felt his orgasm rising up, white hot in his gut, balls clenching tight, he was so close-
"If you make a mess on my clothes, I'll kill you," he gasped, seeing stars as the inside of Banjou's thumb brushed over the head of his dick again, "Banjou, me too, I'm-"
Banjou's voice cracked. "Sento-"
Banjou beat Sento to the punch, shoving into their combined grip as his cock pulsed, come spilling across their knuckles and streaking hot down Sento's length. Sento followed him seconds later, thrusting into Banjou's fingers, a weak 'ah' leaving his throat with each wave of pleasure that washed over him, vision going black on the edges before he slumped against the wall. Banjou kissed him again as they weakly thrust through the aftershocks, a surprising gentleness to the press of his lips, teeth teasing as he pulled away and pressed their sweaty foreheads together.
Sento was surprised at how much his mind cleared with his release. The overwhelming heat had simmered down to a tolerable buzzing under his skin, and he felt more stable on his feet than he had since they entered the nursery. Banjou seemingly felt the same way, pulling away from Sento and making a noise deep in his throat. He leaned down and, to Sento's horror, made to grab for his flannel.
"Okay, no, stop, that's disgusting, come on now," Sento protested, and Banjou ignored him, picking up the shirt and wiping his hand clean of their release. He turned back and offered it to Sento, and it was then that Sento realized that Banjou was still slightly erect, the thick shaft of his dick still jutting out from his jeans. He took the flannel weakly as Banjou tucked himself away, trying to keep his gross hands to one corner of the shirt and making himself decent.
As Sento was making a mental note to definitely not let Misora touch the laundry this week, Banjou huffed a little and finally looked at him. Their eyes met, and Sento was surprised to see a dark current of hunger still in his expression. He cleared his throat and Banjou tore his eyes away, brushing his hair back from his sweaty forehead and blowing out a hard breath. He leaned down to grab their shirts. Sento still stood leaning against the wall, dirty flannel in one hand. His legs were still weak from the intensity of his release, and he could still feel the effects of the small dose of pollen he had gotten. It was no wonder Banjou was moving slowly, almost clumsily.
"Sorry, still coming back down to earth," Banjou said, looking back at Sento and handing him his shirts. "I can think a little better but…"
"But that's not the end of it," Sento finished for him, and Banjou looked at him and nodded.
"Well, we can handle that when-" Suddenly he stopped. "Do you hear that?"
Banjou made a face like he was listening hard. "Hear what?"
"I think I hear..." Sento trailed off, listening hard over ever present low hum of the facility. "Is that dripping? A dripping noise?"
He started down the hall, yanking on his shirts and scooping up his coat as he walked. Banjou sputtered a little and stumbled after him, head momentarily getting caught in his shirt as he pulled it on. As they rounded another corner, the sound got louder, an audible consistent 'drip' every few seconds, and a metal staircase came into view,
Sento looked back at Banjou and smiled.
"Ready to get out of here?"
They emerged just within the tree line, the rusty trap door squeaking as Banjou shoved it open. The sky was still dark and heavy with clouds, though the rain had relaxed into a light mist. The cool, humid air felt incredible on Sento's heated skin, and Banjou took audible deep breaths. Sento pulled the Build phone out quickly and deployed his bike, and after fabricating a couple helmets for them, he took off out of the lot, tires crunching on the gravel as he accelerated.
As he zipped down the rural streets, Sento struggled to keep a good balance between making it home quickly, and driving safely on the slick pavement. The road was fairly straight, and it was easy to get lured into accelerating. His fingers twitched on the throttle as he told himself to focus.
He jumped slightly as he felt Banjou suddenly scrape his teeth across the back of his neck, leaving a hot, wet kiss on the knob of his spine. He exhaled hotly and mumbled something into his skin that Sento couldn't make out through his helmet and the rushing wind.
"What?" he yelled over the wind, and he felt Banjou shake his head left and right, unwilling or unable to continue.
Despite the cool weather and wet air, the ride was torture. Though he had forgone a scarf that morning, his coat was sweltering on his overheated skin, and Banjou held tightly around his waist, leaving no space between his chest and Sento's back. Telling himself he was being ridiculous, he couldn't help but imagine he felt the warmth radiating from Banjou even through his layers. Again, he cursed himself for not bringing anything but his basic Fullbottles.
He slowed to a brief halt at an intersection just inside the city, and the motorcycle rumbled harder at the halt, vibrating heavily between his legs. Banjou suddenly tightened his fingers around Sento's waist, and let out a long, low moan, shoving close to his back and squeezing his legs around Sento's hips.
"It- it's getting worse." He forced out, loud enough to hear this time, and his breath hitched as Sento accelerated, the roar of the engine lost in the wind. The rain had kicked up again, but Banjou left his visor up, panting into the skin at the back of Sento's neck. He felt a hard press against the base of his spine through his thick coat. "S-Sento, I'm, fuck, I'm getting close."
Heat bled into Sento's face, making his vision hazy and his cock flex in his jeans. A low burn had settled under his skin, and now it was flaring up, white hot and dangerous. He told himself to keep it together, knowing Banjou needed his mind clear now more than ever, but even his admirable mental control was tested. His partner rutted against him again and he clenched his fist tightly around the handlebar of the bike, wanting more than anything to touch Banjou and let him know it wasn't just him, that Sento wanted him too.
He risked reaching down to squeeze one of Banjou's knees encouragingly, and twisted the throttle again, knowing they were only a few kilometers from home. The engine revved and in doing so, the vibrations amped up through the seat of the bike, making him clench his jaw as they shook through him. Banjou set his top teeth onto Sento's shoulder, gasping, and clutched tightly at one of Sento's thighs. Sento could feel his hips thrusting minutely against his back, could tell he was coming in his pants from the helpless keening sounds he was making against the damp skin at the nape of Sento's neck.
The final stretch of the drive was a blur, and before he knew it, Sento was turning off the motorcycle in front of Nascita and standing on unsteady feet. Tucking his coat around his front to hide his obvious arousal, he turned as Banjou climbed off the bike gingerly, face twisting in disgust as he straightened up. He avoided Sento's eyes, face flushed.
"I really hoped I would feel better after that but," He started towards the door, "All I know now is I really want a shower. This is the worst."
"Isn't that my line?" Sento said, and Banjou rolled his eyes, brushing past him to enter the cafe.