Author's note: Smut ahoy! Chapter 4 will be moving ahead with the plot, but for now, here is the porn. I hope you like it, and if not, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Also, when Oga says 'fairy' he means ethereal, delicate, other worldly etc, but I dont think his character has that sort of vocab, so i went with fairy princess. there are no wands or tiaras involved.

Later that night, Oga headed up to his bedroom alone. Hilda was refusing to let Beel out of her sight, so he was sleeping with her in Misaki's room. He had convinced his mother not to call the cops, and convinced Misaki not to assemble an army of delinquents, until he had spoken to Furuichi about the photos. In some of them he had been looking at the camera, so there was a chance he knew the photographer, though none of them really believed that.

Pulling his phone from his bag to set his alarm, he realised he hadn't checked it since he had gotten home. Flipping it open, he found four new messages. Ignoring the two from his sister, he opened the others:

[Sender: Furuichi Takayuki]

[What could be so fucking bad you can't tell me? You know I love dirty little secrets! The dirtier the better!]

Oga felt a twinge in his stomach. He seriously doubted Furuichi would want to know what he had been thinking as he'd run out. He opened the next one, which had arrived hours after the other.

[Sender: Furuichi Takayuki]

[Well fuck you then.]

Oga lay back looking at the message. His friend was in full blown Bitchyichi mode, so he would have to put up with that at school the next day. As he climbed into bed yawning, he wondered how the hell he was supposed to bring up the topic of the photos with Furuichi.

Oga opened up the second message from his sister. It contained a link to the website. Clicking on it, he thought about Furuichi's messages. He had a hard time connecting that angry person with the one in the pictures. The more he looked at the more he was convinced Furuichi must have a twin. A beautiful, soulful, dreamy twin.

Well fuck you then.

Oga rubbed his eyes. Staring at the pictures in the dark was making him sleepy. He clicked on the next image. It was one of the few pictures in which Furuichi was looking straight into the camera, and straight into whoever looked at the picture.

Furuichi was standing in his bedroom doorway, wearing only a towel around his waist. His skin was covered in droplets, so he must have come straight from the shower. Where the light hit the water he seemed to shine, just like in the cafe picture, but that was where the resemblance ended. One hand was raised to push his hair pack from his face, while the other held his towel at his hips. Oga couldn't stop his eyes from lingering there. Furuichi wasn't as muscled as the other delinquents. He was slimmer, but Oga thought he looked sleek, like he could run his hands from Furuichi's chest, down to his stomach and hips in one smooth motion. And then...

Well fuck you then.

Oga kicked one of his blankets off. He felt hot with so many layers on, and he couldn't get comfortable. Shifting around, his groin rubbed against his blankets, and he slapped a hand over his mouth. He'd almost moaned aloud. He'd been so busy looking at the pict- No! Trying to get comfortable, he'd definitely been so busy trying to get comfortable that he hadn't noticed that he'd gotten hard.

But now that he had noticed, the demanding little organ was all he could think about. As tired as he was, Oga thought he could probably handle it quickly enough – he was a semi-pro. He slipped one hand inside his pyjama pants and palmed his cock, sighing as he felt heat and pleasure spread out from his groin.

Biting his lip to keep his moans in, he lay his head back and closed his eyes... and immediately snapped them open again, his hand flying out of his pants like he had burned it. Towel-Furuichi had been there, waiting inside his eyelids, dripping wet and staring into Oga. Just thinking about it made Oga's cock twitch.

Oga covered his face with his hands, trying desperately to convince himself that he hadn't been about to masturbate over his best friend, that even now his painfully hard cock was throbbing for another reason. Throwing his stupid phone, with its stupid pictures of stupid Furuichi across the room, Oga reached under his bed to his porn stash, desperate to find the other reason for his hard on.

Turning on his lamp, he flipped a magazine open to random page and stared at the woman in the picture. It was a close up of her face, her mouth open and pouting at the camera. One Oga's favourites. He stared at the picture, willing himself to imagine her open mouth around his still hard cock. Closing his eyes to imagine it, Oga finally fell asleep.

Well fuck you then.

Sitting on his bed, Oga heard a chuckle. Turning towards the sound, he noticed Furuichi standing by this window, glowing in the sunlight. Furuichi had Oga's porn magazine open and was chuckling over a page.

"What's so funny?" Oga demanded. Furuichi didn't laugh at porn – to him it was very serious business.

Furuichi grinned at him, then crossed the room and leaned down over the sitting Oga.

"This is," he replied, holding the picture of the open mouthed woman up to Oga, "this and you. Is this what you like?"

Oga looked at the picture, then swallowing, looked back to his friend. He wasn't sure how to respond so he adopted his trademark glower. Furuichi smiled at him – it wasn't his usual smile, it was the strange fairy princess smile Oga had seen in the pictures, as if Furuichi was smiling in his sleep.

"It is what you like!" Still glowing - and in the back of his mind Oga wondered just how did he fucking manage that – Furuichi leaned forward and whispered into Oga's ear, "it's what I like too."

Then he flicked the tip of his tongue against Oga's ear.

Oga's entire body jolted, as if Beel had just hit him with a bolt of lightning. But instead of the pain that usually followed, he felt heat running through his entire body. He wanted to feel it again, like he had never wanted anything before. But before he could say so, Furuichi moved down to his neck, lightly running his tongue down to Oga's collarbone, stopping when he felt Oga shuddering beneath him.

Furuichi sat back and looked at his friend, who was struggling to process the loss he felt at the removal of that tongue from his skin. Frantically, Oga reached up to pull Furuichi back to him, but his hands seemed to slip through him like smoke.

Furuichi laughed at the confusion on Oga's face, "You can look but you can't touch," he purred as Oga lowered his hands.

"Why not?" Oga demanded angrily. It seemed so unfair to be unable to touch something so close that he wanted so badly, "you touched me."

Furuichi reached his hand up to Oga's face, and Oga instantly forgot his annoyance as the other boy ran his fingers over Oga's lips. "I don't know why not," he replied, slipping a finger inside Oga's mouth, "it's your dream. I don't make the rules."

Oga almost didn't hear him, as he was trying hard to not suck the finger in his mouth – every time he did it turned to smoke. Instead, he held still and let Furuichi's fingers fuck his mouth. He moaned in his throat at the feel of fingers stroking his tongue, gripping his bed sheets to stop himself from leaping on his friend.

Furuichi sensed that Oga was reaching his limit so pulled back, despite Oga's protests. Still with that strange fairy smile from the pictures, he held up the magazine again, "isn't this what you wanted?"

Oga looked at the picture in confusion. There was no way he wanted to wank in his own dream. His cock and balls were throbbing, his heart was racing, and more than anything he wanted to feel Furuichi's tongue again. Not his own hand, and not a picture in a magazine.

"I don't want that," Oga panted out, still gripping the sheets tightly. He looked back at Furuichi's lips, and he nearly came then as he watched Furuichi slowly lick them, suddenly realising what his friend had meant.

And yeah. He really fucking wanted that.

At his nod, Furuichi leant forward again, but this time reached for Oga's pants. Pulling them slowly down and off, he exposed Oga's throbbing cock. Oga looked down at it. Even if this was a dream, it still looked like it was about to burst – wet and leaking, he knew it was going to go soon. He tried thinking of anything to hold on, but just the idea of Furuichi's mouth around him sent pleasure shooting through him. When it actually happened, he nearly died.

With one warning lick around the head, Furuichi swallowed Oga entirely. Oga lay back onto the bed moaning loudly, the sheets twisting in his hands. The hot, wet stroking of Furuichi's tongue and lips set his whole body on fire, and his hips started thrusting up into his friend's mouth. This time, Furuichi didn't turn to smoke and if Oga could have spoken right then, he would have thanked god for that.

Oga looked down at his friend, and saw him staring right back at him. The sight of Furuichi also red-faced and panting sent Oga over the edge, and with a final moan he came hard into his friend's mouth. Furuichi swallowed it all greedily, sucking out the last waves of Oga's orgasm. As Oga lay shuddering, Furuichi licked his lips clean, making small sounds of pleasure at the taste.

He crawled his way up his panting friend, and with a small kiss on his neck whispered into Oga's ear, "see you at school tomorrow."

When Oga opened his eyes, daylight was streaming through his window, and his phone alarm was going off. After turning it off, he immediately removed his sticky pants and headed straight to the shower.

As he waited for the water to heat up he thought back on the last moments of his dream, and found himself wondering, how was he ever going to look his friend in the eye today?