Oh my gosh, I'm so excited by how excited you guys are in your reviews. Thank you so much for continuing to encourage me in this fic! Attention equals typing, so here's another fast update chapter for you.
AND HOLY CRAP BUT THIS IS WRITING ITSELF QUICKLY, that pleases me actually.
Kaito: Yeah, like the shower scene isn't what's pleasing you right now.
Hehh hehh eh heheheheh well, you know I love it when you're naked and wet, Kaito.
Kaito: I refuse to blush. It will only encourage you, Master.
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Gakupo turned the shower on once he had helped Kaito out of his clothes. Getting the pants off had been the easy part. The shirt, especially the arms, was the hard part. Kaito's face was tearstained again by the time they were done. Gakupo had looked at the clothing, realizing that he didn't have any clean clothes of Kaito's for the bluenette to change into.
As the water warmed up, Gakupo turned to Kaito. "I'm going to go grab some clean clothes for you. They might be a little big, but you're close enough to my size... I think it'll be okay. You don't want to put those dirty things back on, do you?"
Kaito shook his head, wishing he could cover up, moving his stumps as if to hide his manhood from view. Gakupo pretended not to see Kaito's actions, but then shook his head, realizing that his own actions were childish.
"Look, don't worry about it. We're both men. It's nothing I haven't seen before on my own body. Ok?" Gakupo watched the rising flush on Kaito's face, but the bluenette slowly nodded, and moved his arms away, letting them carefully drop down to his sides. Gakupo tried a smile, but it still felt forced.
"I'll be right back, just hang on a second," Gakupo said, and left Kaito sitting on the toilet. He paused before taking the dirty clothes with him. Once he was back in his own room, he tossed Kaito's clothing into his dirty clothes hamper, and grabbed some fresh clothes from his own dresser drawers.
Gakupo returned quickly, but from the look of anxiety on Kaito's face, it wasn't quickly enough. Gakupo smiled gently at Kaito, and mussed the bluenette's hair a little bit again. It really did feel soft against his fingers, Gakupo thought.
"Think these'll do?" Gakupo asked for Kaito's approval as he placed two sets of clean clothes, a couple of clear plastic bags, and a few rubber bands on the bathroom counter near the sink.
"Yeah. Thanks," Kaito mumbled, his mind on what was coming next. Gakupo felt sympathy for the bluenette. Getting washed by someone who was practically a stranger would be uncomfortable for anyone... and under the circumstances, there were other problems Kaito was facing as well.
Gakupo felt the water, the temperature was good. "Water's hot. You all set?"
Kaito stared at the ground hard and nodded. Gakupo knelt down by Kaito, pulling the plastic bags over the ends of his bandaged arms, using the elastics to keep them in place. Gakupo stood back up, feeling a little self conscious, as he rid himself of his own dirty clothes.
Gakupo helped Kaito back up from the toilet again, and let the bluenette use him as a steady to step over the lip of the shower, into the warm spray of water.
Gakupo watched the muscles ripple along the entire length of Kaito's slim, pale torso at the sensation of the water hitting his body. Gakupo's eyes couldn't help but appreciate it. It was commonplace for Vocaloids to be created to look aethetically pleasing for their Masters. Kaito was no exception.
Gakupo entered the shower after Kaito. Kaito gave up his place directly under the showerhead, but Gakupo thought he did so with reluctance. Gakupo smiled against his will. The bluenette was a gentleman.
"It's okay, you go first," Gakupo instructed. Kaito looked back at him, but moved back under the shower spray, looking mildly relieved as the water hit his body again. Kaito's blue eyes closed, he turned his face up into the spray of water for a long moment, as if to lose himself in it.
Gakupo took the moment to observe Kaito's form, noting his slim muscles, his long, toned legs, his pale, smooth back, and noting the ends of his arms that ended a little too abruptly, where there should have been hands. The gentle curves of Kaito's body were blurred slightly by the water running over his body. It was beautiful.
Gakupo looked at Kaito's face, which had an earnest, longing expression on it, that somehow also had an element of despair to it. Heartbreaking to look at. Gakupo glanced back at the stubby ends of Kaito's bandaged arms, wondering what it felt like to not have any hands. To have to depend on a new friend for even something so basic as daily living activities.
Gakupo expected to feel the anger that returned as he watched Kaito's arms move slightly, as the bluenette moved his body a little to be even better under the stream of water. He expected the anger that did come, but he also expected a feeling of disgust, of horror, at clearly looking at Kaito's bandaged stumps... and that feeling didn't come.
Gakupo wondered, once the ends of Kaito's arms healed, would they be rounded..? Smooth..? ...Like Kaito's back looked? Soft, like Kaito's skin looked? Gakupo's fingers itched, surprising himself with the sense of wanting to touch and find out. Gakupo swallowed to himself, blushing lightly. What was he thinking?
Kaito lowered his head, turned his neck to open his eyes and look at Gakupo. Drops of water clung to his black eyelashes, and blue eyes were looking calmly, with a slight anxiety, but trust, back at Gakupo's purple eyes. Gakupo swallowed again. Oh, this wasn't good.
Gakupo cleared his throat awkwardly, looking to where the shampoo was kept on the shower shelf. "Uh, hair first?" Gakupo managed to ask with a semblance of normalcy. Kaito stared blankly, then nodded again, bowing his head slightly.
Gakupo squirted a little of the toiletry into his hand, smeared it gently against Kaito's soft, soft blue hair. It felt silky from the water, and Gakupo was glad that Kaito wasn't watching his face as he massaged the shampoo into a froth. The feeling of lubrication from the shampoo, the feeling of Kaito's soft hair through his fingers was a pleasurable sensation, and Gakupo took his time to thoroughly wash Kaito's hair, his own purple eyes closing slightly.
"Okay, you're ready to rinse, now," Gakupo's voice sounded a little husky to his own ears, and he blushed, clearing his throat again. "Go under the water, keep your eyes closed. I'll help you wash it out."
Kaito obeyed silently, and Gakupo's fingers felt the sensation as he raked his hands through Kaito's hair again, letting the water sluice through the shampoo and rinse away cleanly. When the water ran clear, Gakupo let Kaito know it was enough, and when Kaito moved back out from under the spray, Gakupo moved Kaito's wet blue bangs gently away from his eyes. Kaito's face had little rivulets of water running down it.
"Okay," Gakupo said quietly, as much to himself as to Kaito, "Next is the body." Kaito flushed at that, and Gakupo tried not to notice the color across Kaito's cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Gakupo took the bodywash from the shower shelf, putting a dollop of it into his hands. "Uh... front first, or back first?" Gakupo felt awkward in his question.
Kaito turned his back to Gakupo, answering without words. ...Of course. Gakupo frowned, but put his hands out and touched them against Kaito's wet, nude shoulderblades. Gakupo's purple eyes widened, then closed slightly as he felt the sensation. The bluenette's skin was just as soft as it looked.
Gakupo made little circles with his hands, rubbing the body wash carefully over Kaito's back, starting at the top, and working his way down. Adding a little more body wash to his hands, and continuing. The feeling of the bluenette's skin under his hands was wonderful.
As he reached the small of Kaito's back, he paused his hands, and he felt Kaito tense up. Gakupo took a breath, exhaled it, and kept moving downwards, washing Kaito's buttocks and the tops of the backs of his thighs.
"Kaito," Gakupo said very quietly, "I'm going to wash you 'there' next. Okay? Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you."
Kaito's body began trembling at Gakupo's words, but his wet head nodded its acceptance. Gakupo put a little more bodywash on his hands and tried to ignore their trembling. He washed towards the middle of Kaito's buttcrack, putting out two fingers to gently rub against the place that Kaito probably didn't want touched, more than anyplace, right now.
It felt tender, a little swollen, under Gakupo's fingers as he gently washed the bluenette there. He could feel the tension in Kaito's quietly shaking body, but he wanted to be thorough. It wasn't doing Kaito any favors to leave even a trace of that man's mark on the bluenette's body.
Gakupo's heart clenched with renewed fury as his imagination ran rampant, imagining Kaito's terrified, tearful face, as his insane Master rammed into the lovely, soft-skinned bluenette. Imagined Kaito's arm stubs flailing from his terror, as he was taken against his will. Gakupo's eyes darkened dangerously.
"Do you want me to clean inside, too?" Gakupo heard his own voice speaking with a shock. Kaito was apparently just as shocked, for the bluenette didn't say anything for a very long moment. Gakupo wished he could take the words back.
"...Yes," The quiet affirmation made Gakupo's heart skip a beat, stop, and then hammer. He shakily removed his hand from Kaito's abused entrance, grabbing the body wash once again, and coating his fingers and hand liberally with the substance. Gakupo felt disbelief at his own actions, but he couldn't really back out now.
"I'll be as gentle as I can be, Kaito," Gakupo's normally smooth voice came out rough as he spoke those words. Kaito nodded, ashamed, his head bent down to stare at the shower floor.
Gakupo moved his fingers back to Kaito's ass, rubbing them gently against the bluenette's entrance again, until it was slick with the soap. 'This... this is a bad idea, isn't it?' Gakupo asked himself, but he pushed one of his fingers forwards into the inviting warmth.
"Nngh," Kaito made a small sound, and it went right through Gakupo's body, down to his crotch. Gakupo took a shaky breath, moving his finger gently, massaging around the still-slightly puffy flesh of Kaito's asshole. For it to still be this swollen this many hours later, Gakupo wondered just how hard the male Vocaloid had been taken.
The mental images of Kaito's Master abusing him flashed again through Gakupo's mind as he massaged the bodywash deeper into Kaito's backside. Kaito's quiet cries came at random. Gakupo's mind grasped at them like a lifeline.
Gakupo found himself wondering, what those cries would sound like, if they were made from pleasure, not pain? It was a dangerous path. Gakupo's eyes widened as he realized that it was a /very/ dangerous path. An erection had risen from his own hips as his thoughts were allowed to have their way with that train of thought. Gakupo cursed himself; if Kaito were to see that, who knows how he would react? This time, there was no Taito to help, if Kaito went into another panic.
But the pressure around his slicked finger, the warmth and slight suction of Kaito's insides, made losing the erection impossible. Gakupo tried to imagine meat grinders, tried to imagine knives chopping off his manhood, willing the gory images to fade his erection away. But his mind tracked from knives cutting off his manhood to knives cutting off Kaito's hands...
Gakupo realized that his erection had grown even harder at that thought, and opened his eyes widely in disbelief. 'I can't possibly be turned on by something that sick... could I?' Gakupo thought in self horror. His finger's movements stalled, and Kaito opened his eyes at the ground, feeling suddenly much more uncomfortable and nervous.
"G-Gakupo?" Kaito's voice stuttered out anxiously.
"Oh, I- sorry," Gakupo guiltily tried to gather himself back together. He pulled his finger out of Kaito's backside. Kaito began turning to face him, but Gakupo grabbed his shoulders with both of his hands, desperate to stop him before Kaito noticed Gakupo's raging hard-on. "Uh-"
Kaito's whole body tensed at the unexpected force of Gakupo's sudden grip. Realizing his mistake, Gakupo stuttered out his own words, feeling a little panicked, a feeling he wasn't used to.
"Kaito, don't turn around just yet. I, uh, I..." Gakupo's mind worked furiously; how could he possibly explain this away? He settled on a lie, trying to make it sound as convincing and unthreatening as possible. "I, uh, should have mentioned this sooner. Sometimes, in the shower, the, uh... the sound of the water, it's um, sexy to me. It's got nothing to do with you, but, I, uh, don't want you to freak when you turn around. Um... uh... okay?"
It was terrible. His usual smoothness, his usually excellent poker face, was crap. Kaito was going to see right through his lying ass. Gakupo waited, a huge sweatdrop on his head.
"...Oh," Kaito said, and while the tension didn't totally leave his body, it did relax slightly. Gakupo let go of Kaito's shoulders in some surprise. Had that line of crap actually worked..? His face was full of nervousness as Kaito turned slowly, looking down at Gakupo's lower half, then looking up, into Gakupo's face.
Gakupo swallowed, hard, his face blushing an extreme color.
"Do you want me to get out and give you some privacy?" Kaito's next question caught Gakupo off guard, and the violette had to supress a nervous chuckle.
"No, that's... okay, I just didn't want to frighten you, is all... it'll go away on its own in a little while. Are you, uh, freaked out?" Gakupo managed to sound semi-intelligent, pretending as hard as he could that this was a completely normal kind of conversation.
"It's fine. You won't... hurt me, right?" The soft question was an arrow through Gakupo's heart as Kaito stared directly into his eyes.
"Of course not," Gakupo said, his face pained. Kaito nodded.
"Then, don't worry about it. We're both guys, right..? It's not like I've never seen it before on my own body," Kaito's face was neutral but he managed to crack the joke, echoing Gakupo's own comments of a little while ago. Gakupo was still blushing hard, but he managed a smile for the bluenette, feeling an intense gratitude at how cool Kaito was being about the whole embarassing thing.
"Y-yeah, we are," Gakupo managed. "So, uhh, the, front?"
Kaito nodded again, and watched as Gakupo nervously put more body wash on his hands, his hands reaching out to touch the bluenette slightly below his collarbone. Kaito closed his eyes, feeling the gentle touches against his skin, washing away some, but not all, of the memories of violence in a way which had nothing to do with soap or water.
No... not /nearly/ all.