Their comfortable silence ended when Hiroki's phone went off, startling Fuyumi. Nowaki watched as Hiroki picked up the phone and flipped it open.
"Hello?" he asked irritably. Nowaki grinned: Hiroki didn't like having his private time interrupted.
Hiroki rolled his eyes, and Nowaki frowned slightly. Uh-oh, he had to leave.
"I'm not going to turn into a hermit, you douche bag," Hiroki snapped. "Besides, wouldn't it be better to learn in the spring? …What? Are you kidding me?"
Nowaki looked on in silence as Hiroki slid off the bed and disappeared from view. Fuyumi looked around in confusion at the sudden absence of her papa, holding herself up in a mini push-up. A second later, the room got very bright, and Nowaki heard the sounds of blinds being moved aside.
"Oh wow, I had no ide- fuck off, Miyagi! I just don't have the blinds open all the time!"
Nowaki chuckled quietly to himself.
"Alright. Fine. I'll be over soon. Just let me finish talking to Nowaki, alright? …You're such an insensitive fuck. Yeah. Bye."
Nowaki heard the snap of Hiroki's phone being hung up.
"Miyagi wants me to practice driving with him. But first… Nowaki, look at this," Hiroki said. The screen suddenly moved, and Nowaki was faced towards the sliding glass doors of the bedroom. Outside the house, the snow was melting, and droplets of water were dripping off of the icicles on the awning that hung over the back porch.
"Mmm. Looks like spring's coming over there," Nowaki said with a grin. Hiroki passed the screen with Fuyumi in his arms, heading towards Fuyumi's crib.
"Yep," Hiroki replied cheerfully.
"Lucky, it's still snowing over here."
Nowaki watched as Hiroki re-entered the screen and headed towards the sliding glass doors. For the first time, he noticed that when Hiroki walked, his hips had a natural swing- possibly from his slightly enlarged lower body caused by his pregnancy. Never before had his ass looked so… delicious in Nowaki's eyes, and he felt a familiar warmth awakening between his legs.
"I can't wait for you to come down here," Hiroki said, glancing over his shoulder as the midmorning sunlight cast a warm glow over his body. Somehow, Nowaki heard a sexual innuendo in Hiroki's statement, and his abdomen clenched. Hiroki turned back towards the laptop. "It's starting to warm up."
"Uhn," Nowaki grunted quietly, shutting his eyes and furrowing his brows to concentrate on willing his stiffening member to relax.
"Nowaki? Is something wrong?" Hiroki asked. Nowaki's eyes snapped open, revealing his fiancé bending over the laptop to peer at Nowaki in concern. His white t-shirt was snug around his torso, the slight dip of his collar revealing the contours of his neck and collarbone. Nowaki spotted a familiar mark just below the chain of his wedding band necklace: a small, dark beauty mark. His mind flashed to the vivid memory of suckling the little mark and making Hiroki cry out in pleasure.
"Uh… Hiro-san… I need to-" Nowaki muttered, struggling to speak. Hiroki blinked in confusion for a moment, but the second Nowaki shifted in discomfort, he flushed scarlet. He straightened immediately, crossing his arms over his chest in defense.
"You're such a stupid pervert!" Hiroki barked. Nowaki ignored him, trailing his eyes down Hiroki's body. He could almost cry- he had never realized how sexy and beautiful his beloved was until he was half a world away.
"I'm sorry, Hiro-san. I really need to do it right now… with you here," Nowaki said apologetically. He stood up from his desk chair and hastily unfastened his belt.
"Nowaki! I'll hang up!"
Nowaki sat back down after unzipping his pants and pushing them down a little.
"If you do, I'll get on a plane to Sweden right this instant and fuck you until you can't see straight," Nowaki warned, deadly serious. He moaned as Hiroki gulped fearfully and his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Fine… just let me turn around, alright?"
Hiroki barely had the time to turn before Nowaki had begun, and he blushed as he caught a glimpse of the erection he had been fantasizing about for a month and a half. Hiroki awkwardly crossed his arms to show Nowaki his impassiveness, secretly straining his ears to hear Nowaki's voice.
"Oh…"
Hiroki's face nearly burst into flames with humiliation. He shifted slightly.
"Ah! Mmm…"
Hiroki bit his lip. His own member was stirring in response to Nowaki's raspy pants and moans. To quench his thirst for friction, he squeezed his legs together.
"Ah! Oh God… nn, do that again, Hiro-san."
Hiroki scowled at the window.
"Do what? What the hell are you talking about?" he asked heatedly, flustered.
"Move your hips… squeeze your legs together… a-anything… please, hurry."
Hiroki groaned exasperatedly, but obediently swayed on his feet, uncrossing his arms and shyly running his fingertips down from his waist to his hips, then to his thighs. Nowaki whimpered behind him. Blushing, Hiroki spread his legs slightly and, without warning, bent over to touch his toes.
"Ah!" Nowaki cried out from behind. Hiroki pinched his lips together as his growing erection twitched in approval. To distract himself, he splayed his fingers over the sides of his calves and slowly dragged them up his legs. He rolled his hips in a complete circle as he straightened.
When he moved his hands around his hips to cup his bottom and knead, Nowaki let out a roar of ecstasy. Hiroki looked over his shoulder just in time to see Nowaki's contorted, blushing face.
Nowaki's uke face.
Hiroki suppressed a moan as he felt pre-cum begin to dampen the inside of his boxers. He went to the bed and sat down on its edge. He faced away from Nowaki, but turned his torso towards him.
"Feel better?" Hiroki asked shyly. Nowaki, leaning back in his chair and panting, nodded dazedly.
"The second I get to Sweden… God…" Nowaki breathed. "You're so fucking sexy. Hiro-san."
Says you, Hiroki thought, his eyes darkening with lust as he trailed his gaze over Nowaki's spent body. His black t-shirt and jeans… his wild hair in more of a disarray than usual… his strong, muscled torso…
There was a short silence, during which Nowaki fought to catch his breath.
"I'm going to clean up," Nowaki finally said with a sigh. "I'll be back in about ten minutes."
"Okay," Hiroki said, struggling to keep his voice even. Nowaki got up with a grunt, pulling up his pants and buttoning them. The second he was off the screen, Hiroki shot to his feet and ripped his pants off. All of the blood had drained from his head into his throbbing groin, and without thinking, he hopped back onto the bed, right in front of the laptop.
"Mmm… Nowaki…"
Nowaki's ears perked as he heard the strange sound. He had been halfway out the door when he had heard it, and he curiously turned back towards his desk. He went back to it and nearly tripped over his own feet as he saw his little fiancé on his knees on the bed in front of the laptop. He had removed his pants, but his shirt remained, hiked up and out of the way of his member and the hand that pumped it. Nowaki slowly sank into his desk chair, his mouth hanging open in awe.
He watched Hiroki intently as he touched himself. Nowaki recognized the stroking technique Hiroki was using on his dripping erection- the same that Nowaki used during sex.
"Mmm… nnah… haah," Hiroki sighed in a high-pitched voice. Nowaki wondered if Hiroki knew he was being watched, but with the way Hiroki was squinting and tipping his head back, he highly doubted it.
He brushed the thought aside, and instead focused on the delicious show that was being presented to him.
"Nowaki… N-Nowaki… feels goo- uhn!"
Nowaki loved Hiroki's masturbation habits. On the rare occasions during which he could watch the lewd scene, Nowaki noticed that Hiroki tended to unconsciously talk to himself while masturbating. He had discovered the quirk back when Hiroki was just entering his third trimester of pregnancy, when he had learned the hard way that Hiroki was definitely not talking to him when he played with himself in secret.
"F-Faster… hmm… fuck me…!" Hiroki hissed. His knees spread and he leaned back, supporting himself with one hand on the bed as he stroked himself with the other.
Nowaki shifted in his seat, covering his mouth with his hand to smother the growl of desire.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh God, Nowa-! I'm coming!" Hiroki panted. Nowaki watched as Hiroki's body tensed. Hiroki pinched his lips together and let out a long whimper, he looked down through his pleasure-induced tears at his erection as semen dribbled from the tip and dripped onto the bed. Nowaki watched as long as he dared before flying out of his chair and ducking out of the view of the webcam. He heard a small sigh of satisfaction, then the rustling of sheets. When he heard the sound of a zipper, he waited for another two minutes or so before flattening his hair with his hand, fixing his shirt, and rubbing the lustful glimmer out of his eyes. He went to the computer and sat down.
"Back," he said, grinning. He caught the last millisecond of Hiroki smoothing down his hair.
"Welcome back," Hiroki said cheerfully- too cheerfully. There was somewhat of an awkward pause, during which both men smiled widely at each other.
"Um… so Miyagi has been teaching you how to drive?" Nowaki asked slowly. Hiroki blinked.
"Oh! I almost forgot about that. Yeah, he has. I already know how to drive and stuff but… I'm not that great at it."
"I see."
"I better get going before Miyagi breaks into my house and drags me out," Hiroki joked. Nowaki frowned. "I was just kidding, dummy."
Nowaki smiled.
"Ha, yeah, I know. Be careful out there, okay?" Nowaki said. Hiroki scoffed.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine. It's going to take me a while, though, so you might be in bed before I get back," Hiroki said. Nowaki's smile faded.
"Oh… okay."
"Don't be sad, Nowaki. We'll talk again tomorrow, okay?"
Nowaki pouted.
"Hey… I really loved the letter I got today. And the flowers. And the chocolate. That was very sweet of you," Hiroki said gently. Nowaki smiled sadly at him.
"I'm glad you liked them. Happy Valentine's Day, baby. I love you."
Hiroki blushed and Nowaki's heart throbbed.
"Happy Valentine's Day. I love you, too," Hiroki said softly. "Goodnight."
"Good bye, Hiro-san."
Nowaki didn't blink until the screen went black and switched out of full screen mode. He sighed and closed out of the video chat program. When he did, he revealed his email inbox. In it was a new message. Furrowing his eyebrows, Nowaki read the title, only to find that there wasn't a title at all. Curious, he clicked on it. The only contents of the email was a single link to a remote website. Nowaki clicked it and his web browser opened. There were a few minutes of prolonged silence, during which Nowaki read the title of the page over and over again.
The Japanese Organization Against Append-X (JOAAX)
As his eyes raked over the web page, his breathing hitched. Terror mounted in his body at a rapid speed as he scrolled over horrific images.
So much destruction. Blood. Death.
There were times. Dates. Lists of terminated homes. Supervisors- men and women alike, all responsible for these grotesque acts of violence.
Nowaki had to stop for a brief moment to swallow the bile in his throat. He felt sick- these people had a website. An organization… a cultkilling people and innocent infants, all-
Nowaki froze as he scrolled down to reveal a picture with the caption 'THE JOAA HEAD SUPERVISOR'. His blood ran cold. He blinked at it in disbelief, then his eyes widened with realization. So that's why he had…
Nowaki screamed.
He writhed as if in agony, tearing at his bangs and sending ebony tufts of hair to the floor as he stared, transfixed at the picture of his enemy. A second later, Akihiko and Misaki burst into the room.
"What? What is it?" Misaki asked frantically, sprinting to Nowaki and grabbing his shoulders from behind. Nowaki continued to shriek as more realizations burst into his head. He hadn't realized how obvious it had been until this very moment, and he slouched in his chair so much that he collapsed to the floor, convulsing.
Meanwhile, Akihiko went to his laptop and stared at it as Nowaki's screaming dwindled into throaty, animalistic pants.
"Oh, fuck," he cursed. He glanced at Misaki, who was squinting at the laptop. After a moment, he slapped his hands over his mouth.
"Oh no…"
Nowaki crawled to Akihiko and clawed his way up his pants to his shirt, where he fisted the blue button-up top. Before Nowaki could say anything, though, Akihiko pulled his car keys out of his pocket.
"I know."
Nowaki burst into the doors, his eyes wild with unrestrained rage. He burst in through another set of doors and stormed down the hall. When he found the third and final door to the room he was looking for, he slammed it open. There was a woman inside with a clipboard in her hand. She turned around.
"Hello sir, how may I help yo-" she began. She was interrupted as Nowaki rushed forward. He grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. The clipboard clattered to the floor as Nowaki drew strangled cries from the woman by gripping her neck with his free hand and squeezing. His next words came out in a demented snarl.
"Where is Nagasaki Takeshi?"
