Lemon chapter, has nothing to do with the actual plot. So you may skip ahead to the next chapter without any harm done to your eyes if you don't like lemons! If you do, then enjoy being a perv!
The Chainsaw sighed as he woke up the next day. Wondering why he was slightly rising and lowering at a steady pace, he opened his eyes to find himself on top of his meister. He felt the blood rush to his face, to his horror/delight, escape wasn't possible due to the tight grip Gizmo had on him. Drake slightly chuckled at the discovery that his meister liked to cuddle. Eventually calming down, the white haired man closed his eyes and decided to enjoy what little time he might have in this moment.
After a little resting, Drake then realized the time and day. They needed to go to the academy. Struggling to reach into his pocket for his phone, Drake felt Gizmo stir in his sleep. After successfully bringing out his phone, the Chainsaw nearly died when he saw the time. Not only did they sleep the night, but they missed most of the school day already.
"Fuck, it's already 1:15..." He blamed the drunkard he was on top for the missed classes. Though he wondered about his roommates. The couch was in plain view from the stairs, so Roy and his father deliberately left them alone and never woke them. "I'll yell at them later..."
"Hmmm... Oh, mornin' Drake..." The one eyed meister woke up and still held a tight grip on his weapon, his voice still slurring. The Chainsaw looked up at his meister and wondered if he was still drunk or just incredibly hungover. Choosing not to find out, Drake began squirming to get out. He immediately stopped after hearing the deep moans coming from Gizmo. "Aww, c'mon, keep goin'."
After realizing his struggling was actually just grinding up against his crotch, he felt the blood rush to both of his heads. Though he still didn't want to take advantage of the vulnerable alcoholic, lust was calling Drake. Still caught up between the argument with the angel and demon on his shoulders, the white haired man never even thought of responding to his meister.
"Fine, if you won't do it, then I will." Gizmo exclaimed, getting up and carrying his weapon upstairs. Drake couldn't help but feel the irony of being carried this time instead of vice versa. The black haired meister kicked open the bedroom door and dropped his weapon onto the bed. Though, before the Chainsaw could run away, Gizmo pinned him back down. Thoughts and fears of rape filled his mind as he felt the alcoholic's prying hands slowly removing both their clothes.
"Kanso, no, I don't want to, not like this." Drake managed to breathe out, as soon as his pants were tossed aside. But the bulge in his boxers begged to differ. Being the rough guy he is, Gizmo had ripped off Drake's boxers, exposing his throbbing meat. Soon, Gizmo shed all his clothes and stayed on top of the Chainsaw. "What are you going to do?"
Before he could get an answer, he felt the heat radiating off from his meister and slowly getting warmer, eventually their bodies met with their personalities having full contact with each other. Both men could feel each other's racing hearts, choosing not to question anything anymore, Drake let all his worries melt away, along with his mind.
What Drake didn't expect was that Gizmo wanted to replay the grinding earlier and had no other intention for anything other than this foreplay. But even so, this rubbing against each other's bodies was still a sexual act and brought the weapon joy. If things remained the same, with being reduced to being his ride home after binge drinking, then Drake didn't mind if this was the closest he would get to him. This would be enough for him to get over all the shit the one eyed man put him through.
The alcoholic man began to sweat as he continued to rub up against his weapon. The combination of the work he was putting himself in to grind was exhausting him, with the added heat of the friction they were causing multiplied by their short breaths.
"Kanso... I'm gonna cum..." Drake managed to breathe out. Before the meister could comprehend his words, the Chainsaw blew his load coating his own abdomen in semen. But Gizmo wasn't stopping, he continued to rub up against his weapon and smearing his seed all over his own stomach in the process. Eventually the black haired man came as well, only to collapse on top of Drake.
The Chainsaw smiled widely as he too drifted close to unconsciousness. Though the worry clouded his mind, what would Gizmo say when he wakes up more sober?
The fox sighed in relief as he and his father walked up to the doorstep of their home. Today's lesson was boring, just another dissection from the sewn together Scientist. Though the second Sajin had opened the door, he took in a whiff of the air and snarled.
"Why don't we go someplace else?"
"What, no! all I want to do is fall right to sleep in our bed." Roy argued back. The wolf turned the fox around and began pushing the other way, ignoring every protest and swear he shouted. He was not letting his son sleep in a house that reeked of sex.
Ok, that last bit just came to me. I just thought it was a perfect opportunity to show Sajin being more of a protective father in more aspects than one. But eventually, they will have the talk... even though Roy is seventeen and probably has figured it out by now.