When he had first adopted the brat, it had been as a scraggly thief that had been more bone than meat. He had been a feral thing, most of his reactions borne from fear than logic. He had been the kind of mongrel to lash out at whoever came close without permission, no matter their intention.
With him, Koga had quickly learned that he needed to calculate the possible risk of violence being returned in such instances. He had allowed the first time the mongrel had bitten him to pass with only a verbal scolding- they were still getting to know one another and the child had at least some reason to have doubted his intentions when his hand came too close to the loaf of bread he had been scarfing down.
At that point, he had meant to check and see if the darkness on the child's skin had been dirt or some type of genetic defect. It had been his fault to have been bitten for having been careless and inconsiderate.
But by the second time, he had returned the bite with a measured slap. He had not put his whole strength behind it, knowing full well that such a blow could have injured someone so small. Instead, he had put enough force to make it sting more than harm, followed up by sweeping the critter's chair out from beneath him. He had hit the ground hard, tears quickly coming to his eyes, but had refused to acknowledge his own pain.
The boy had never attacked him for getting close to his food after that.
For the most part, Zhin had played only a secondary role in the way that Koga had been raised. Having to take care of a whole criminal organization had trumped the need to make sure that only one member of said organization was taken care of- so, much like Sha Lin, Koga had been left to the tutelage of his most trusted members. He had only ever come to visit both boys when he had managed to make the time, and whenever he did, it generally was to make sure that their education was developing smoothly and they were becoming the right type of menaces to society.
Admittedly, he had made more time for Sha Lin than for Koga as they had grown up. Both orphans tugged at strings within his heart that he was not wholly comfortable with. But the archer enthusiast had had the interesting habit of sneaking away from his lectures to hunt him down and force him to tell him a tale about his travels around the realm. Koga, on the other hand, had been a lot more interested in refining his skills in the art of killing, therefore only ever shirking the lessons whenever Sha Lin managed to convince him it'd be worth it.
From a young age, the mongrel had been a glutton. This much had been evident from the way the bill for the food that Zhin had to foot had shot up exponentially when he had been taken in. And still, considering the way that Koga's skills had exponentially improved and he had never failed to impress, Zhin had deemed it unnecessary to bring such a fact up.
When Sha Lin had left, it had hurt. It had been a sudden, violent rupture that had left the Thousand Hands all the much worse. He had made sure to not just take everything he could have that was of any value, but he had also ensured the absolute destruction of their relationship by spitting nothing but poison and hatred at Zhin's face.
Afterwards, the need for rebuilding had been just as strong as the need to insulate the whole guild until he was sure that there were none others that would dare betray him.
He began to seek Koga out more then. If one child had betrayed and abandoned him, what was to stop the other? No, Zhin could not have allowed that... instead, he would rather slice the teen's neck in his sleep before he even contemplated the possibility of leaving.
It was because he spent more time with Koga that he knew just how... handsome the boy had become after the passage of time. From a scrawny creature that had more weight than sense, and even that weight had been miniscule, he had grown into a formidable ninja- the best member of the Guild. His whole body had been fine tuned into a deadly weapon that Zhin had not hesitated to wield against any that dared oppose him.
After countless successful missions, Zhin decided that the assassin that had exceeded all of his expectations had deserved some form of a treat- something that demonstrated how well he had been doing and how much he was truly appreciated; hopefully, while at the same time demonstrating that there was no need to leave the only family he had ever known in the same disastrous way Sha Lin had.
A feast for two had been thrown. And Zhin had witnessed, for the first time in years, just how much food Koga was able to consume in one sitting.
Admittedly, he had found himself feeling an odd combination of fascination and repulsion. Countless plates had been thoroughly cleaned from whatever food they had held until only dessert had been left.
Koga himself had been left physically affected by the gluttonous display, his stomach so distended that his shirt had become taut around the middle, wrinkling noticeably at the sides where pants met shirt. He had attempted his best to not allow too many noises leave his mouth, but the way that he had abused of his body would not be so easily ignored.
It had been... interesting.
Intriguing, truly.
As they had both ignored the topic about Koga's overwhelming amount of gluttony, they had spoken about missions that Koga might have been interested on going on after taking a day or two for resting. There was still plenty to be done, many people to make disappear, and quite a few palms that needed to either be greased or cut off.
They had pretended that this was common place and there was absolutely nothing off with anything. And then, they had parted to sleep, begin another day, and go on with their lives as if nothing between them had changed.
And, in a way, nothing had changed.
But in a very small, barely noticeable way, something had.
Now the custom became that whenever Koga successfully accomplished a particularly volatile and dangerous mission, Zhin called for a feast between them to commemorate his continued excellence. And, every time, he found himself marveled and horrified by the amount of food Koga could consume when he truly wished to- enough to feed so many other mouths in the very sitting.
But Zhin found that, with every coming feast, the levels to which he was fascinated and disgusted changed until, eventually, he was only ever mildly discomforted by the amount of food. Even the sounds of chewing, sighing, and belching, which had been offputting and odd at first, eventually became mundane. And, even some of the sounds born from Koga having truly caused his body strain began to register as ever so slightly endearing to him.
Years passed in this manner and he had been able to ensure that Koga had not become another Sha Lin situation. And they had been content. The Guild had managed to rebuild stronger than ever before, even though Zhin had restricted the number of worthwhile members to a quantity he was aware would be easy to annihilate if the situation came back.
But hardship came again, in the form of the war- a copious amount of his forces were razed by both warring factions and he had immediately known that the information necessary to have caused such casualties had been taken from within. Yet again, he had found himself with a rat within his forces. And so he had begun a witch hunt to exterminate any that so much as dared contemplate the viability of joining either faction. If neither could play fair, he would play them both. But first, he had needed to silence the leak.
The evidence against Koga had been paraded about the whole of the Guild by three specific loudmouths before he had been capable of silencing them all. Even though he had known that Koga had not been the rat, how he had been thoroughly indisposed on the day it was alleged he had passed on what he knew to be detrimental against the Guilt to informants, he had not been able to admit to such a truth.
It was a very well kept secret that he and Koga shared nights of celebration- only a handful of incredibly trusted individuals knew the truth. So, from this event, he was able to tell that whoever had framed Koga had not been part of said group; which was something that, in turn, had allowed him to know that he had picked such a group correctly.
But he had needed to react violently to the allegations because he had needed to save face with the rest of the Guild- if he hadn't, they would have thought he had a weak spot on the man he had watched grow up right before his eyes.
Unfortunately, he had been too convincing in his ire. Koga had escaped before he had even been able to inform him of what had happened.
As angry as he had been when he had been told of the idiot's decision, the smallest spark of humor had ignited within him. It seemed that no matter how many years had passed, how much he had grown, how much he had matured... this was still very much a mongrel with more weight than sense.
As the war had progressed, Zhin had been able to track down those that had framed Koga and silence them one by one. The final one, admittedly, had not been killed by his hand, but by Koga's.
And so now they stood, blood splattered on their armor with their weapons fully drawn, on either side of the home of the last person to have framed Koga.
Before him stood a fully grown man, he knew. The years that had passed had affected Koga in a way that made Zhin very much aware of how it had not changed him. Further muscle had been developed, height had been acquired, and he had allowed his hair to grow out longer than he had before. But this was still Koga- he still wore the colors of the Guild in a style of dress that he had always favored.
"You still wear the belt."
Sharp gray eyes watched him with the sort of wariness that reminded Zhin of a cornered animal- the sort of wariness that had no right being directed at him at this point.
Silence passed.
Slowly, with a caution that trouble Zhin, Koga holstered his twin guns. The mask he wore would have made his face unreadable to most- but his eyes were still as expressive as ever. And through those eyes, Zhin could see the hope and fear that were currently battling within the younger man.
"I never betrayed you."
Zhin allowed himself to frown, then he made a point of sheathing his own sword. "I already knew."
He looked over the mess that had been made during the scuffle, was content to know that he had already paid off the local law enforcement so nothing would come from this death, and began to make his way towards the window Koga had shattered to enter.
"What?" The surprise in Koga's voice was not hidden well enough for Zhin to miss, "What?"
"Are you coming?" He only looked over his shoulder for a moment, which allowed him to see the wide-eyed, horrified look Koga had adopted. "We have much to discuss."
It had not taken much time to convince the grown mongrel about the truth he had always known. With a half-hearted apology, Koga muttered that he had thought Zhin so pissed because of what had happened with Sha Lin. He'd thought Zhin was ready to kill him immediately because of what the other man had done. Zhin hadn't bothered with an apology of his own for the way he had reacted- he still knew that it had been the right thing to have done. The Guild was strong, now able to properly deal with the war, in a way he knew they would not have been capable of if people believed him soft.
"So... does that mean I can come home?"
"You are home."
Koga looked at him through squinted eyes, clearly confused. Zhin merely made his way into his office to contact the chefs in the kitchens to cook as much food as was humanly possible within the next two hours.
When he returned, it was to find Koga looking at the vast room that was the greeting space in his personal abode, clearly awed by the decorations. Upon hearing his footsteps, the white haired menace looked at him through disbelieving narrowed eyes. "What're you up to?"
It was now that he could see Koga's shoulders just a little bit tensed up, his body language much more tired than suspicious, that Zhin allowed the corners of his lips to curve upwards marginally. "You have returned after much hardship. I believe it is means for a celebration."
And his lips curved into a proper smile when he saw just how brightly Koga lit up at the very idea.
It was comforting, how fast they had been able to fall back into their past routine. Even though many years had passed them by and much had changed, it was reassuring to find that the ease with which they caught up on their lives was matched by the careless way Koga allowed himself to indulge in the meal hastily cooked up and brought to them.
From the way that he unabashedly moaned at the very taste, Zhin was able to tell that he had not been living a life of luxury while he had been on the run. While he had always been fast to consume, this time around it had been dizzying to witness the speed with which he had just about inhaled the multiple plates. It had taken little to no time for him to clean the final plate of food, placing it down with a content sigh.
Their chatter moved on to Zhin informing Koga of the new duties he could possibly take on now that he had officially returned to his family; but as he spoke, he took note of something that had meaningfully changed within him. He was not able to pry his eyes away from the distended globe that was now Koga's stomach.
As Koga leaned back into his chair, he was able to see just how tightly his clothes were constraining him, and Zhin found himself asking something he had always wondered but never allowed himself to bring up, "Does it hurt?"
Koga seemed to stiffen for just a moment, then melted into the chair and brought his right hand up to rest on the swell of his stomach, right beneath his pecs. "A little." With his left hand, he stifled a burp before continuing with, "It mostly just feels tight."
Zhin hummed softly, nodding, and then stood up from his seat. With a few long steps, he reached the chair nearest to Koga and sat down. Then, he motioned at his stomach and asked, "May I?"
Koga's whole face scrunched up with seeming befuddlement and his cheeks became tinged with the lightest shade of pink- but maybe he had acquired the flush due to so much food consumed and Zhin was only able to see it now that he was so close. After a few seconds, he gave a large, stiff nod.
When his hand settled on the very spot Koga's hand had previously rested on, he found himself marveling at how hard the skin was. He could feel every single one of Koga's muscles, taut and sturdy, but when he pressed down... there was the ability to press down. With a squeaked hiss, Koga let him know that such a motion was not as appreciated. So he took pity on him and rubbed ever so slightly where he had pressed, hopefully soothing some of the discomfort he had caused.
It had been a good thing that Koga had changed into a looser, much more comfortable set of clothes that Zhin had managed to dig out from his closet. Even though the clothes were just a bit small on him, they were a thousand times more agreeable than him having consumed so much with so much armor. That being said, because they were smaller on him, the shirt he now wore was pulled taut against his stomach, just barely managing to keep it completely covered up.
With a slow shake of his head, Zhin chuckled softly, "You have always been such a glutton."
Koga's stomach was particularly warm, amazingly. He did not remove his hand.
With a ill-hidden whine, Koga murmured, "It's not my fault you've always got great food."
"I once saw you gorge yourself on stale bread and jerky- do not attempt to minimize such a nature." He once again pressed down on his stomach, this time causing Koga to have to cover another burp, this one harsher than the previous. "In a way, it is endearing to witness."
"Fuck." Koga hissed under his breath, posture suddenly becoming stiff. "Zhin, I've gotta-" he was interrupted by another burp, this time even louder, and Zhin found himself stunned by the sound and how he took it.
He wasn't disgusted by the sound.
It was... pleasing.
"Is there something the matter?" he did not move his hand away, just like Koga did not move to stand up or otherwise change his position.
When he now looked at Koga's face, he found that his eyes were closed and the whole of his face had taken on a pinched sort of look of... fear?
Zhin took one moment to look over the rest of Koga's body, trying to see if there were any injuries neither of them had noticed- but that couldn't have happened, the battle had been quick and the target had been mostly unable to fight back! But because of that once-over, he was able to see what had caused such a reaction in Koga. And, for just one second, he was left baffled.
"Fuck, don't say any-"
Zhin found that his eyes were not particularly keen on moving away to look at anything other than Koga's lap. In a way, he was fascinated by watching another man's erection rising. In another, he was marveling at the fact that Koga truly was a man now.
"Excited?"
"Shit, fuck, dammit-" and other such curses were spit out as Koga attempted to sit up, but Koga stopped such attempts by slapping Koga's stomach softly. A surprised yelp was accompanied by the slightest twitch in his pants.
"How long has it been since you last orgasmed?"
Koga's eyes became so wide that Zhin was actually surprised- he had never seen such a look of pure horror on his face before. "You are not asking that right now, right? I heard wrong or something. 'Cause there's no way that the great and terrifying leader of the Thousand Hands Guild just asked me-"
Zhin frowned at him and sighed heavily, moving his hand down Koga's stomach. He moved it in soft strokes, from side to side, until eventually one finger caught on his deep belly button. Koga attempted his best to muffle a shrivel of a moan at that.
"Tell me something, brat," he watched on in fascination as Koga's horrified face adopted the slightest bit of softness of pleasure, "Is consuming so much food something that turns you on?" The dusting of pink on his cheeks became bolder but he did not answer- Zhin did not feel like he needed one, though. With a small smile, he pressed, "So, every other time I congratulated you for your successes- you indulged, I know. But did you-"
"Please don't ask me what I think you want to ask me." Koga's voice was just barely above a whisper, strained and thick with desperation.
Zhin found himself smirking.
This was an interesting development, to be sure. An odd one at that. In his many years of life, he had never even contemplated the possibility of overconsuming being something that made some people excited sexually. But, then again, it was not as if he bothered to attempt to understand anything sexual that went further than simple reproduction or the relieving releases of orgasms. Sex had never been something that called to him- running a criminal empire had been so much more fulfilling.
But Koga's erection was swelling further and further with every passing second, even with the embarrassing nature of the moment.
Zhin pushed, eager to see just how far he could go. "You can tell me the truth- I will not judge you. Were you thinking of anyone in particular? Or is the sensation enough?"
"Zhin!" Koga moaned in absolute dismay, but now there was a considerable tent in his pants. "Can you just let me go? Look, I'll take care of myself and you'll never have to talk to me again-"
"Nonsense." Zhin interrupted with a huff, then looked down at the erection as he pushed his finger deep into Koga's bellybutton. "I'll take care of you."
"What?!" Koga shouted but Zhin simply moved onto to kneel in between Koga's legs, forcing them open to settle between them, before placing his left hand over Koga's dick. "This isn't funny."
If Koga had really hated the idea, he could have easily pushed Zhin away. There had been plenty of openings for him to react, be it violently or not, as Zhin had moved. Considering how he had not taken any such openings, he was, at the very least, some type of interested in what Zhin had offered.
"I do not joke." was his simple reply before smiling to himself, "Consider this part of your reward for so many continued successes in the name of your family. You have made me proud."
Koga's dick twitched.
Zhin felt himself internally tickled- it seemed that the younger man had something akin to an enjoyment for praise as well.
With his right hand steadily massaging at Koga's stomach, Zhin allowed his left to gingerly cup the member that was still covered by pants. While he was not even thinking about the possibility of removing Koga's clothes, it did not same like the other was particularly invested in such a thing- all he properly did was moan softly at the touch.
"Should I remind you of the copious amount you have consumed?" he asked as his grip tightened around the base, the cloth soft and the member hard. "Or would you rather I inform you of how well you have done?" with a strangled moan, Koga allowed his head to fall back and Zhin once again began to play with his belly button. "Or would you prefer I combine both? Should I tell you that I rather enjoyed the display of gluttony you put on? It was fascinating to see you just consume everything before your eyes."
A broken string of whispered curses left Koga as he struggled to keep his hips in check and he began to move his hands faster and faster, in time with such shallow thrusts.
"How about another burp?" he hummed as he saw the beginnings of wetness appearing near to where the head was, "I know you enjoy making such a crude sound."
"Fuck!" Koga grunted then braced himself; Zhin smacked his stomach with only a little force, and the sound he let out was absolutely fascinating. "Please, shit, fuck, I'm so close."
And he was. It only took a few more pumps and one final slap to his stomach for Koga to cum within his pants.
Zhin allowed him to bask in his orgasm in silence, only moving to begin to move the plates around in the table for the clean up crew to have an easier time with their jobs.
Very clearly, some things had changed and would never be going back to the way they were. But as long as Koga was back in his proper home, Zhin knew they'd be able to make anything work.
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