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Matsubusa had expected an actual bathroom, with a normal bathtub – much like what he had seen on the boat. But apparently that was too normal for Aogiri, king of the ocean. There was no bathtub, no shower for the pirate. Instead, what basically amounted to a pool took up most of the room, filled with steaming water being pushed upward in to the 'tub' itself through underwater jets scattered about. Matsubusa stared at the room, vaguely wondering if it was a bathroom that Aogiri had renovated or some sort of military research lab that was repurposed in to a bathroom. Either way, the pool was far too large for just one person, even if he had an overgrown Feraligatr as a Pokémon.
"So what do you think?" Aogiri asked, torn between amusement and concern.
Matsubusa hesitated before he glanced over to Aogiri. "...You really don't know what moderation is, do you?"
Aogiri chuckled as he hooked his arm around the redhead's waist. "Nope! If I was the type to settle for less, I wouldn't have busted everyone's ass trying to get your attention." He grinned at the pink that appeared on Matsubusa's cheeks and took that as his cue to steal a kiss from the other man.
Matsubusa made a soft noise in to the kiss, melting against the pirate. Once the kiss ended, he looked away, his face burning with the same heat he felt in his veins. "I-idiot..."
When they parted, Aogiri's eyes softened with a tinge of worry. "Are you going to be okay taking a bath in something this big? I can lower the water level or drain it and we can use the showerheads." He nodded to the wall where a row of showers and faucets were lined up beside plastic buckets and bath products.
Matsubusa glanced down at the water before he looked away. "...It's not deep. It's... it's fine. It's just a bathtub. ...A big bathtub."
Aogiri took in the redhead's body language for a moment before placing a kiss on the crown of Matsubusa's head. "Okay. Just make sure to give me a heads up if you need me to do anything to make you more comfortable, okay?"
Matsubusa blushed darkly at the kiss and glanced at the pirate out of the corner of his eyes. "...Does that include not teasing me?"
Mischief was quick to return to Aogiri's expression as he wore a wide smile. "Not a chance. You'd miss it too much."
Matsubusa huffed, in a sulk. "And what, precisely, would I miss about you doing your best to annoy me?"
Aogiri lightly traced the contours of Matsubusa's chin. "You'd miss me making you feel like the sexiest man alive like I know you are."
Matsubusa's eyes widened as his heart fluttered in his chest. He outright gaped at Aogiri before he quickly looked away, swatting at the pirate's hand. "T-t-that's... that's stupid! You're stupid!"
Aogiri was quick to snatch the other man's hand so that he could kiss the back of it. "There's nothing stupid about how you drive me crazy in all the best ways."
Matsubusa's fingers curled as a small shiver ran through him, his body growing uncomfortably warm. "...Y-you're just... talking nonsense..."
"Nope," Aogiri said cheerfully before giving Matsubusa's hand one final kiss. "You are amazing."
Matsubusa's hand trembled as he made a small noise of embarrassment, unable to look at the pirate as he didn't trust the expression on his face. "I-i-i-idiot...!"
Aogiri released Matsubusa's hand so he could toy with the CEO's collar. "So... shall we get this bath started?"
Matsubusa paused at that before his eyes darted to his collar, then Aogiri's face. "...Eh?"
One by one, Aogiri took his time in undoing the buttons of Matsubusa's changshan. "Gotta get undressed to get cleaned up you know."
Matsubusa's eyes flickered from the pirate's hands to his face, embarrassment mingling with panic as realization hit him. "E-eh, I... y-you mean... n-n-naked!?"
Aogiri couldn't help but burst out laughing. "You know any other way to take a bath?"
The redhead faltered, then reached up to grab at the front of his changshan, holding it shut. "Y-you're going to look at me!"
Aogiri leaned in to nuzzle Matsubusa's nose with his. "I'd look at you even if you were wearing a trash bag." He paused, cocking his head back. "Okay, granted, I'd be laughing my ass off until you kicked mine, but I'd still think you look sexy in it."
Matsubusa blinked before he furrowed his brow. "...A trash bag."
Aogiri used the confusion as a distraction so that he could resume unbuttoning Matsubusa's changshan. "Definitely. You look fantastic in anything... or nothing at all."
Matsubusa opened his mouth to speak, then noticed Aogiri's fingers moving ever downward. He felt a chill run up his spine before he reached down to grab the pirate's wrists. "Y-you just want to see me naked!"
"You better believe it, sexy," Aogiri said with a smirk. "No matter how many times I see it, I can't get enough of that fantastic body of yours."
Matsubusa sputtered, as he hadn't been prepared for Aogiri to admit it so openly. "Y-you-!"
Aogiri cut off whatever protest Matsubusa might have made as he stole a kiss from the leader of Team Magma's lips.
Matsubusa's eyes widened as he felt Aogiri's lips against his own. He quivered before he fumbled to grasp at Aogiri's shirt for support, the pirate's warmth flooding in to his body. "M-mnn..."
As Aogiri took his time to savor the kiss, he kept his hands busy working on Matsubusa's buttons until he unfastened the changshan completely.
Matsubusa only became aware of what Aogiri had done when he suddenly felt the pirate pull his changshan open, exposing his chest and stomach to the cold air. He broke the kiss with a startled yelp, then fumbled to grab at the clothing. "Y-you tricked me-!"
Aogiri placed a kiss just below Matsubusa's ear before letting out a husky murmur. "Nah, I just wanted to kiss you."
Matsubusa paused at that before he blushed furiously. "...But you don't deny that you took advantage."
Aogiri chuckled. "Nope, never~!" He brushed his lips against Matsubusa's warm cheeks. "You're so damn desirable I can barely keep myself under control."
Matsubusa shivered at the touch, then sighed heavily. "Honestly..."
Aogiri slipped his arms around Matsubusa's waist and held the half-naked man close with a wry smile. "Besides, we've already seen each other naked before, remember?"
Matsubusa paused at that. "What? When!?"
"Mostly when you weren't doing so hot," Aogiri said, his smile slipping a little, but only for a moment. "I'll damn well never forget our first kiss was when we were naked in the bath together. I was thinking of that last night when I rubbed one off."
Matsubusa jerked as he stared at Aogiri, mortification flooding his face as the pirate's words brought to mind the exact moment in question. "I-I wasn't paying attention to that! I was... I was distracted! It doesn't count!"
Aogiri cocked an eyebrow. "Which doesn't count - the kiss or getting naked with me?"
Matsubusa bristled. "...N-neither!"
Aogiri's eyes widened slightly as he looked Matsubusa over thoughtfully. "Oh hoh? You want a do over on our first kiss, eh? Well, I'm game, but I'm not sure how we're going to top what we already have."
Matsubusa hesitated before he looked away. He knew he was only embarrassing himself further, but he really didn't see any way to turn back. At the very least, there was no way Aogiri'd let him escape from the trap of his own making. "Y-you're just imagining things!"
Aogiri slid the changshan off Matsubusa's shoulders while the redhead was distracted. "Seems to me I didn't imagine kissing you just a minute ago."
Matsubusa was about to retort when he felt the air against his shoulders. He jerked as he realized what the pirate had done and whirled to face him. "S-s-stop trying to distract me so you can take my clothes off!"
Aogiri placed a kiss on Matsubusa's collar bone as his hands slid slowly down the other man's sides, delighting in the touch of Matsubusa's creamy pale skin. "Okay, I'll make you very aware of everything as I strip you naked."
Matsubusa's breathing hitched at the gentle touch. "...Y-you just can't keep your hands to yourself."
Aogiri met Matsubusa's gaze with mischief dancing in his eyes as he hooked his thumbs into the other man's pants. "Not when it comes to you, Masky."
Matsubusa opened his mouth to retort when he was suddenly interrupted by the pirate pulling his pants down, and his underwear with them. The redhead let out a startled yelp and just had enough time to grab his changshan and pull it closed around his front as he glared furiously at the pirate. "Bastard!"
Aogiri couldn't help but chuckle as he placed his hands over Matsubusa's. "You do know that you'll wreck your clothes if you take a bath while wearing them, right?"
"T-that's Homura's problem, not mine!" Matsubusa snapped, his face brilliantly red as he held his changshan tightly.
Aogiri let out a snort of laughter through his nose. "Oh hoh, trying to get me jealous by talking about another man stripping you?"
Matsubusa's eyebrows shot straight up as he gawked at Aogiri. "W-wh... what!? No!"
Lightly, Aogiri stroked Matsubusa's hands. "I already told you before - I'm way too greedy to share." A predatory grin graced his face. "So that means no threesomes, orgies, ménages, or whatever else involves someone else getting their hands on this sexy body of yours."
Matsubusa felt a shiver at the look, but he opted to focus more on the unsavory implications. "I-I didn't... we're not... do I look like I'd be-!?"
Aogiri couldn't keep a straight face for long when Matsubusa became so adorably flustered. "I'm just messing with you." He placed a kiss on the Team Magma leader's forehead. "I'm pretty sure you're a one-man, man."
Matsubusa blinked before he fidgeted, tugging at his changshan. "...O-of course. Of... of course you were. I knew that!"
Aogiri leaned in until his forehead pressed lightly against Matsubusa's, which allowed him to gaze deeply into the other man's captivating crimson eyes. "Good, and I hope you also know that I never took advantage of you before when you were naked, and I don't plan on starting." He winked. "Unless you want me to, of course."
Matsubusa's expression softened as he felt his temperature rising, warmth flooding through his body pleasantly. "...D-Dante would've fried you, anyway."
Aogiri laughed as he wrapped his arms around Matsubusa and pulled his beloved into a warm embrace. "True enough!"
Matsubusa found himself enjoying the closeness in spite of himself, and the fact that he had only his partially worn changshan to cover his modesty. It was long enough to cover what it needed at any rate. "...You're really far too cuddly for a pirate."
Aogiri gave Matsubusa a wry look. "I'm no ordinary pirate. I'm the king of the sea, baby!"
"That's even worse, isn't it?" Matsubusa asked as he quirked an eyebrow.
Aogiri mirrored Matsubusa's expression. "Are you complaining?"
Matsubusa paused at that before he looked away. "I'm... I'm observing."
Aogiri chuckled before he leaned in to nip lightly on Matsubusa's ear. "So you like it then~?"
Matsubusa's breathing hitched as he shivered. "I-I didn't... I didn't say that!"
"How about this?" Aogiri asked, his voice husky as he lightly dragged his teeth downward along Matsubusa's neck.
Matsubusa gasped as his hands unthinkingly went to grab at Aogiri's shirt, the redhead trembling against the pirate. "H-hyah-!"
"I'll take that as a yes," Aogiri murmured against Matsubusa's skin.
Matsubusa shivered, as he could feel the pirate's lips move against his skin. He never would have imagined such a gesture could feel so good, and yet he couldn't deny the way his body was reacting. "Y-you..."
Aogiri placed his hands on Matsubusa's shoulders so that he could slide them down the other man's arms. He savored how his touch elicited such cute sounds and shivers from Matsubusa, as well as the fact that it distracted the leader of Team Magma from noticing him stealing the changshan and leaving Matsubusa fully exposed.
Matsubusa felt his heart racing in his chest, heat flowing through his veins like lava. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus when the pirate was touching him so inappropriately, and yet he couldn't bring himself to tell Aogiri to stop. "A-Aogiri..."
Aogiri straightened up to get a better look at Matsubusa before getting swept up in the irresistible urge to steal a kiss from his beloved's lips. "I love it when you moan my name so sweetly."
Matsubusa blinked blurrily and stared at Aogiri before he felt a wave of embarrassment. "T-that... that wasn't a moan!"
Aogiri let out an amused hum before he took Matsubusa's hands in his and placed them against his shirt. "Mind helping me with my clothes now?"
Matsubusa paused and glanced down at Aogiri's shirt, then tentatively peered back up at the pirate's face. He hoped that his face didn't show how anxious he felt, even though he knew it was a futile thought. "...Ah."
Aogiri's expression softened in the face of Matsubusa's nervousness and he brought one of the other man's hands to his mouth to kiss the back of it, never breaking eye contact. "Take it as slow as you need, beautiful."
Matsubusa felt a rush of pleasure, both at Aogiri's words and his actions. After a moment of hesitation, he proceeded to slowly unbutton the pirate's shirt, exposing the bronze pectorals underneath.
Aogiri couldn't help but smile as he kept his gaze on Matsubusa's flushed face and those hesitant hands slowly relieving him of his sleep shirt. "However far you want to go, I'm happy with that because we'll be going there together."
Matsubusa slowly and carefully peeled back the pirate's shirt before he looked back up to Aogiri's face, his own a deep shade of red. "...You're really incorrigible."
Aogiri snickered as he waggled his eyebrows. "You better believe it, babe."
Matsubusa rolled his eyes before he pushed the shirt off Aogiri's shoulders, allowing it to fall loose and slide down the pirate's arms. The redhead paused and watched as the leader of Team Aqua let the shirt fall to the floor, before he shifted his eyes to the other man's pants. "...Um."
Aogiri's grin widened. "Go ahead."
Matsubusa's eyes darted from Aogiri's face down to the pants. Indecision was clear on his face as he warred with himself. As always, his first reaction was to outright reject the very thought. And yet, he couldn't deny that he really wanted to do it - really wanted to.
Aogiri hooked a thumb in his waistband and pulled his pants away from his waist, giving Matsubusa a tantalizing glimpse of places the redhead only dared think about in dreams.
Matsubusa jerked and clasped both of his hands over his mouth, trying to stifle the sound of surprise before it could escape him. He quickly looked away, his mortification spreading across his face and down his neck until it tinted his shoulders.
Aogiri used one hand to stifle his laughter before he moved in to brush his lips along Matsubusa's ear. "And it's all for you."
Matsubusa quivered, but refused to look at Aogiri as his face sizzled. "D-d-don't you know what underwear is!?"
This time Aogiri couldn't hold back his laughter. "Of course, but once you get used to going commando, you don't go back."
"Y-you bastard!" Matsubusa sputtered, his voice muffled by his hands. "Y-you did that on purpose! F-f-f-f-flashing me your... your torpedo!"
The word caught Aogiri off-guard. "Torpedo, eh?" He mulled over the moniker for a moment before laughing. "That's perfect! It's big and long and explodes!"
Matsubusa paused at that, horror dawning as he realized what he had just done. "...No. Absolutely not."
Aogiri leaned in close to Matsubusa as he tugged at his pants. "So, you ready to lock and load my torpedo, Masky?"
"No!" Matsubusa snapped as he lashed out to cover Aogiri's mouth. "You... don't call it that!"
Unable to answer, Aogiri merely let out a muffled chuckle, his eyes dancing with amusement.
Matsubusa huffed and was about to say something when he paused, noticing something amiss. He stared at Aogiri before he glanced down, his eyes falling on his naked body. A startled yelp was all Matsubusa could muster before he slapped his hands over his front and whirled on his heels, scurrying over to the water so that he could jump in and obstruct the view - but not before giving the pirate a view of his backside.
It was too much for Aogiri; he doubled over from laughter, slapping his knees.
Once safely in the water, Matsubusa whirled to glare at Aogiri. "You bastard!"
Aogiri wiped a tear from his eye as he struggled to get his laughter under control. "Oh come on, don't be mad. I got you ready for the bath, didn't I?"
Matsubusa glared balefully over the side of the pool, slouched beneath it so only the top of his head could be seen.
Aogiri crouched down at the edge of the bath beside Matsubusa. "Hey, hey, no need to sulk. We've taken a bath together before, remember~?"
Matsubusa narrowed his eyes before he huffed, looking away. "...W-well, I... suppose there's nothing to be done."
Aogiri kissed the top of Matsubusa's head before straightening up. "Glad to hear it."
Matsubusa shivered at the kiss before he looked up at Aogiri. His eyes fell on the pirate at the exact moment the other man was pulling down his pants, startling the redhead with a view he hadn't expected nor was prepared for. The leader of Team Magma let out a strangled sound before he whipped about, turning his back to the pirate as he stripped down to pure indecency.
Aogiri kicked his pants aside and smirked at Matsubusa. "You look away from all guys when taking a bath, or just the ones you think are drop dead sexy?"
"I-I take baths by myself!" Matsubusa snapped as he reached up to cover the lower part of his face, just in case.
"Ah," Aogiri said with a thoughtful nod. "Should've guessed."
Matsubusa paused at that and almost whipped about to glare at Aogiri, but managed to keep himself from doing so. Instead, he focused his ire at the water. "D-don't say that as if there's something wrong with me!"
Aogiri sat down at the edge of the tub, sticking his legs in the water beside Matsubusa. "I didn't. I just should've guessed it. My bad."
Matsubusa hesitated before he felt a wave of guilt. He wrapped his arms around himself as he furrowed his brow. "...T-this is... my first..."
Aogiri reached out to ruffle Matsubusa's hair. "Hey, I ain't judging. I'm having a great time, so there's no reason to get nervous. It's just the two of us spending time together and enjoying each other, that's all."
Matsubusa grimaced before he reached up to straighten his hair. "...F-fine. Just... just get in the water already! I can't even look at you, with your... with that on display!"
"You mean my torpedo of love?" Aogiri teased before jumping into the bath.
"D-don't call it-!" Matsubusa snapped before he let out a yelp, water splashing in to his face. The redhead sputtered before he wiped the droplets away, grimacing.
Aogiri shook his head after emerging from the water and let out a pleased puff of air. "Damn does this water feel good!" He grinned at the dripping redhead. "Don't you think?"
Matsubusa eyed Aogiri before he huffed, as if exhaling his irritation through his mouth. "...Yes. It's... rather nice and warm."
Aogiri eased closer to Matsubusa, wrapping an arm around the other man's shoulders as he leaned in. "Though it's not as warm as you."
Matsubusa hesitated as he felt the pirate's firm body against his own, completely naked with only the water between them. "...I-I'm sure you're... contributing to that."
"Glad to hear it," Aogiri chuckled before placing a kiss on Matsubusa's shoulder. "I want to make you just as hot as you make me."
Matsubusa made a soft noise before he finally had the courage to look at Aogiri - out of the corner of his eyes, at least. "And... what happened to 'bathing'?"
Aogiri gave Matsubusa's skin a playful nip. "We're getting there... eventually."
Matsubusa squeaked, then reached up to touch the area, tentatively. "E-eventually...?"
Aogiri teasingly nipped at Matsubusa's fingers as they came close. "I want to enjoy getting a little dirty with you before we get cleaned up."
Matsubusa's fingers twitched as his heart fluttered in his chest. "A-ah, um... d-dirty?"
Aogiri ran his tongue slowly along Matsubusa's index finger. "Deliciously dirty."
Matsubusa stared at Aogiri's tongue, his eyes widening, before he let out a startled squeak and jerked his hand back. "Y-y-y-y-you-!"
Aogiri rested his chin on Matsubusa's shoulder and waggled his eyebrows. "Yes, me."
Matsubusa scowled as he held his hand protectively to his chest. "...Honestly. Do you really enjoy teasing me that much?"
Aogiri slowly traced a heart on Matsubusa's flushed skin. "I live for it."
Matsubusa paused at that before he shivered. "...O-o-of course."
Aogiri brushed his lips against Matsubusa's shoulder. "The way you react to me drives me wild."
Matsubusa's breathing hitched before he reached over to push back Aogiri's face. "I-I can see that."
Aogiri laughed against Matsubusa's hand and allowed the leader of Team Magma to push him away.
Matsubusa huffed as he eyed Aogiri, then looked away. He admittedly wasn't nearly as bothered by everything as he was letting on, but he wasn't about to vocalize it. His feelings were confusing enough as it was. He had done far more with the pirate than he ever thought possible within the past few days, with bathing naked being rather high on the list. It was something he never would've considered, and yet here he was sitting in a giant pool of hot water, completely naked. The redhead couldn't help but wonder if he had completely lost his mind.
Aogiri relinquished his hold on Matsubusa, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, kissing later, cleaning now."
"...F-finally," Matsubusa muttered before he glanced back at Aogiri. "Do you even have soap?"
"Just a sec," Aogiri said before rising out of the water and exposing his glistening body to Matsubusa as he bent over the edge of the bath to grab some supplies set just within reach in a plastic bucket.
Matsubusa gave a small jerk, his eyes widening as he found himself staring at Aogiri's bare behind. He was struck completely mute, gaping at the bronze bun of muscle.
Out of the corner of his eye, Aogiri could see Matsubusa staring, and he pretended that he needed to stretch further than he had to in order to show off the way his finely sculpted muscles rippled with the movement.
Matsubusa's face became flushed as he gawked, his breathing hitching. He simply couldn't look away, even if he knew he should.
After Aogiri slid the soaps and such over to the side of the tub, he shifted his whole body towards Matsubusa with a cocky grin. "See anything you like?"
Matsubusa jerked again, Aogiri's voice knocking him out of his trance. Blushing horribly, he whirled to stare out across the room. "No! Never!"
Aogiri slid closer to Matsubusa, spooning the flushed redhead from behind. "Too bad, because I know I do."
Matsubusa squeaked as he felt Aogiri press up against him, which gave him a very good feel for something poking in to his back. "I-I-I-!"
Aogiri kissed the place between Matsubusa's shoulder and neck with a chuckle. "Don't be afraid to tell me what you like, Masky. I want to do practically anything to make you feel fantastic."
Matsubusa hesitated as visions of his dreams flooded his mind - Aogiri pinning him against the bed, touching him in indecent ways. It brought a rush of color to his face, joining what had already been there as he felt what he could only imagine was very inappropriate against his bare back. He quivered before he shook his head in an attempt to dispel both the images and the redness they brought. "B-bath! Bathing! Bathing!"
Aogiri laughed before he kissed Matsubusa's flushed cheek. "Right, right~!"
Matsubusa made a strangled noise of frustration in his throat, and resisted the urge to glare at Aogiri. "Y-you keep distracting us from the actual issue at hand!"
"Sorry, sorry," Aogiri said in a jovial tone. "My bad." He kissed Matsubusa again before he backed off a little to grab a washcloth. "I'll scrub you if you do me?"
Matsubusa paused as he considered that, then finally dared to glance at Aogiri. "...F-fine."
Aogiri snagged a bar of soap and worked the washcloth into a fine lather. "Don't mind my hard-on for you, I'll take care of it when it gets to be too hard to handle."
Matsubusa felt a shiver run up his spine and he whirled to gawk at Aogiri. "D-d-d-don't say stupid things like that!"
Aogiri chuckled before stealing a kiss from Matsubusa's lips. "I'm just letting you know that I'm not planning on anything more than a bit of flirting and teasing, so you don't have to worry about me coming on too strong even when I'm rock hard for you."
Matsubusa made a soft noise in to the kiss before he furrowed his brow, staring at Aogiri. "...I'll expect you to keep your word."
Aogiri's expression softened as he caressed Matsubusa's cheek with the soapy washcloth. "I will, and if I come on too strong because I'm thinking with my torpedo instead of my head, don't be afraid to let me know it."
Matsubusa was about to retort when he paused, his eyes widening. His face flooded with crimson as he bristled. "Y-you used that word again!"
Aogiri feigned innocence as he gently washed Matsubusa's flushed face. "Which word?"
Matsubusa glowered at Aogiri. "Y-you know which word!"
Aogiri let out a thoughtful hum as he worked his way down to Matsubusa's neck and shoulders. "Head? I know it can seem dirty, but I'm not talking about a bathroom, I swear."
Matsubusa stared blankly at Aogiri for a moment before the meaning of the pirate's words filtered in. "No! No, no, no! You know which word! You're just trying to make me say it!"
With skilled hands, Aogiri massaged the muscles in Matsubusa's arms as he worked his way down them. "I say lots of words you know, so there's all sorts of things you can be talking about, like maybe you think I'm coming on too strong for you."
Matsubusa made another sound of frustration. "No! No! Stop trying to pretend that you don't know you said torpedo-!" No sooner had the words left the redhead's mouth that he promptly snapped his mouth shut, eyes widening.
Aogiri's eyes lit up as he smirked. "Oh, riiiight, my absolute favorite nickname for my rock hard erection in the entire world that you so thoughtfully gave me. How could I forget?"
Matsubusa quivered before he slammed his hands down, striking the water so that it splashed about. "You bastard!"
Aogiri closed his eyes as the water struck his face and chuckled. "That reminds me, you might wanna dunk your head to get all the soap off before it gets in your eyes."
Matsubusa paused at that before he huffed, shooting Aogiri a scowl. He reached over to grab a bucket that Aogiri had conveniently placed beside the tub and pulled it in, filling it with water before raising it above his head and dumping it over him, keeping his eyes and mouth firmly shut. As the water washed away the soap, it left the redhead sputtering for a moment before he gave a mighty shake of his head, flicking his hair back. "Y-you repurposed this in to a tub, but didn't think to include a showerhead!?"
Aogiri shrugged before nodding his head to the wall. "We didn't actually change it all that much. This place came with all the showerheads mounted over there. All we added was some jets to make this a huge ass hottub." He paused for a second. "Oh, and we made it more eco friendly. You wouldn't believe how wasteful military types can be."
Matsubusa paused at that before he quirked an eyebrow. "I'm very much aware."
Aogiri blinked then burst out laughing. "Of course you are! Look who I'm talking to!"
Matsubusa brushed back his bangs, moving the slick hair away from his eyes. "R-regardless. Surely a normal-sized bath tub would have sufficed?"
Aogiri shrugged. "Hey, when you've got as big a crew as I do, you need a place for them to get cleaned up or you're going to be marinating in stink."
Matsubusa paused at that before his eyes widened. "W-wait, you... you all bathe together!?"
Aogiri gave Matsubusa a wry smile. "Sort of. There's another bath just like this one for the women that Shelly and Izumi have been working on blinging up."
Matsubusa felt a swelling of irritation, which wasn't mollified by the fact that the women bathed separately. There was still the men to consider, and given their current situation, that was just as threatening. "But other people have still seen you naked!?"
Cocking an eyebrow, Aogiri couldn't help but smirk. "Why, Masky, you almost sound jealous when you say it like that."
Matsubusa jerked, particularly at the smirk on Aogiri's face. Bristling, he quickly looked away. "W-why would I-!? I don't care! I don't care at all!"
Aogiri quietly chuckled as he went back to work on cleaning Matsubusa's chest. "Don't worry, there's never been another man who's made my torpedo rock hard and ready to explode."
Matsubusa twitched before he whirled to face Aogiri again, furiously clenching his fists and shaking them at the pirate. "Stop saying that word!"
Aogiri slid the washcloth down to Matsubusa's stomach. "Oh? Did you want me to call it my dick or cock then?"
Matsubusa jerked, then let out a yowl as he clasped his hands over Aogiri's mouth. "No!"
Aogiri chuckled behind Matsubusa's hand and moved on to scrub the redhead's sides.
Matsubusa shivered at the touch but managed to keep his glower, focusing it on Aogiri. "H-honestly! You... you never stop!"
Aogiri kissed the palm of Matsubusa's hand and wiggled his eyebrows.
Matsubusa pulled his hands back quickly, his face burning, and held them to his chest. "...C-can you actually focus less on being annoying and more on actually cleaning?"
Aogiri moved in closer so that he could slip his arms around Matsubusa and scrub the Team Magma leader's back. "Oh, believe me, I've been focusing on giving your beautiful body only the best rub down."
Matsubusa trembled slightly as he felt Aogiri brush against him, in what was obviously an indirect embrace. He tried to control his fluttering heart, holding his hands firmly against his chest, as he waited for Aogiri to finish washing his back - or move on to his next tease, whichever came first.
As Aogiri slipped the washcloth beneath the water, he lingered on the small of Matsubusa's back, rubbing in slow circles. "I'd go lower, but I have a feeling you're not ready for me to go below the belt yet."
The very thought sent warmth flooding through Matsubusa's body. He quickly planted his hands on Aogiri's chest and pushed him back, quickly moving over to the side of the tub - and away from the pirate. "T-t-that's enough of you! My turn!"
Aogiri stifled a laugh as he held his hands up where Matsubusa could see them. "I had a feeling my fun was coming to an end."
Matsubusa didn't look at Aogiri, instead grabbing a washcloth and reaching for the soap. He paused, startled to see that instead of a single bottle or container of soap, there was a pile of assorted bars - each a different color and shape. "...What."
Aogiri moved closer to Matsubusa in order to see what caught the redhead's attention. "Heh. I see you've spotted our impressive amenities collection. My crew are experts at looting and making good use of all the goods from poachers and pirates."
"This is... this is just junk soap!" Matsubusa protested as he picked up the little bars. "Cheap garbage that the ships use, little better than hand soap! It'll dry your skin out!"
Aogiri blinked, surprised by the outburst for a moment before amusement set in. "No problems there. Me and my mates go diving into the ocean all the time so our skin gets plenty of water."
"That's sea water!" Matsubusa protested. "It'll dry out your skin even worse! Do you even use moisturizers at all? What about lotion!?"
"Oh, I use plenty of lotion," Aogiri said in a low, breathy purr near Matsubusa's ear. "Especially when I'm priming my torpedo for launch to thoughts of you."
Matsubusa jerked and dropped the soap, his shocked face glowing a brilliant shade of red. He trembled before swiftly grabbing one of the bars, lathering up the washcloth. "I-it'll work for now!"
Aogiri couldn't help but laugh at Matsubusa's expression, so perfectly boggled by the picture he painted in the other man's head. "Glad to hear it."
Matsubusa paused at the laugh, then scowled and slapped the washcloth against Aogiri's chest, smearing the soap on it. "It's no wonder you smell like fish and sea water all the time!"
Aogiri toned his laughter down to wry chuckles as he cocked an eyebrow. "Gee, a pirate who wears a diving suit 90% of the time and calls himself the King of the Sea smells of the ocean. What an unexpected development."
Matsubusa huffed as he ran the washcloth all along Aogiri's chest, doing his best to ignore the feeling of the perfect pectorals beneath it. "Being a king of pigs doesn't mean you have to smell like one."
Aogiri found himself too distracted to listen too closely to what Matsubusa was saying, as he was focused on how the leader of Team Magma was stroking his chest so intimately. "Mmm... yesss..."
Matsubusa felt his heart skip a beat at the pirate's moan, his hand faltering before he resumed rubbing down the other man's chest. "...S-so long as you agree."
"I'll agree to anything as long as you keep doing that," Aogiri said, his voice low and rumbling, which Matsubusa could faintly feel through his diaphragm.
Matsubusa felt goosebumps forming on his skin despite the warm water, and he watched the pirate's face as he moved his hand across Aogiri's body. After lathering up the man's chest and shoulders, he tentatively began moving further south before hesitating at the water's edge. "...Um."
"Go as low as you like," Aogiri said with half-lidded eyes. "I'd love for you to scrub every inch of me."
Matsubusa's face flushed red and he hesitated a moment before his hand tentatively ventured further beneath the water, going to Aogiri's stomach. He watched the pirate's face intently, looking for any excuse to stop - or to keep going.
Aogiri sighed in pleasure as he savored Matsubusa's touch. After a moment, his expression turned mischievous. "Lower."
Unthinkingly, Matsubusa moved to comply. The cloth drifted downward across the pirate's stomach, the redhead's touch tentative. He could feel Aogiri's abs, rockhard and powerful against the washcloth. He could only imagine the strength Aogiri had in his body, with his muscles so well-defined.
Aogiri was pleasantly surprised by Matsubusa complied with his request and leaned back slightly to better enjoy the sensation. "Oh yeah... that's it." He smirked a little, wondering how far the leader of Team Magma would go. "Lower."
Once again, Matsubusa's hand obediently moved downward. Only when his hand came to a stop did Matsubusa realize what he had done, and he froze as his hands came in contact with something hard and hot against the washcloth. A shiver ran up Matsubusa's back as crimson exploded across his face.
#
A loud bang caused both men to jerk and Aogiri winced in sudden pain as Matsubusa gripped him too hard due to surprise. He barely heard what their unexpected visitor said, instead turning his head to roar in rage over their outburst. "What the hell are you doing?! I said no one disturbs us while we're in here!"
Matt stumbled a step, caught off-guard by Aogiri's anger, but he was too panicked to stop and think about why. "The police are converging on the other base!"
"We gotta go rescue Izumi and Shelly – fast!" Ushio agreed as he made a swiping gesture with his arm.
Matsubusa swiftly retracted his hand from Aogiri and crouched down, his wide eyes peering over the edge of the tub in absolute mortification. The feeling only grew when he saw Dante and Leviathan abandon their posts outside the door to come inside, and the Houndoom quirked an eyebrow at him.
Aogiri's eyes were ice, hard and unforgiving as his entire body went rigid. "Go get the crew ready for battle! All hands on deck!"
"Aye aye, cap'n!" Ushio barked as he clenched his fists, then whirled on his heels and darted out of the room.
Matt took a moment to catch his breath and saluted before he started after Ushio.
"Matt!" Aogiri barked, freezing Matt in his tracks. "You're making sure Masky stays safe here. If the police get to this island too, fly him off ASAP."
Matt glanced at Matsubusa before he saluted again. "Aye, aye!"
Aogiri was out of the bath and at the showerheads before Matsubusa could process what was going on. The leader of Team Aqua turned ice cold water on himself to kill what was left of his arousal as he let out a flurry of curse words, half of which the redhead had never even heard of before.
Matsubusa gawked as he watched the pirate, crouched behind the side of the tub. While the words weren't directed at him, the pirate's rage was still enough that even he was taken aback by it.
Aogiri didn't bother drying off before he swiftly donned his wetsuit. "We'll have to take a rain check," he said stiffly.
Matsubusa opened his mouth to speak before he hesitated. After a moment, he slouched further down as realization dawned on him what they had been doing. "...R... right..."
Leviathan crooned sympathetically to her trainer, her face twisted in an obvious sulk.
Once dressed, Aogiri bent down by the bath and kissed the top of Matsubusa's head. "Thank you," he murmured before straightening up and striding boldly out the door.
Matsubusa watched as Aogiri leave, Leviathan following dutifully behind, before he furrowed his brow. After a moment, he glanced over to Dante. He immediately regretted it, as he came face to face with the deadpan stare of his Pokémon. The redhead bristled as he gripped the edge of the tub. "D-d-don't give me that!"
Matt nearly turned his head from his position facing out towards the hallway, but suppressed the urge. He saw more than he ever wanted when Aogiri got out of the pool. "Don't give you what?"
Matsubusa jerked and whirled to face Matt. "Nothing! N-nevermind! Shut up!"
"Believe me," Matt muttered, "there's nothing I'd like more than not talking about you and Aogiri having sex, so you can stop being defensive about it and we can talk about you not trying to escape again, okay?"
Matsubusa's face exploded with crimson before he burst out an incoherent protest, bringing his arms up protectively to cover himself lest Matt see too much skin. After a few strangled sounds, he was finally able to form words. "Lies lies lies lies!"
Matt groaned and slapped his hand over his face. "I said we're not talking about you two having sex. Aren't you listening?"
"S-s-shut up shut up shut up!" Matsubusa shrieked as he clasped his hands over his ears, trying to block out the admin's voice.
Matt groaned, his entire body slouching. "What are you, five?"
Embarrassment quickly gave way to anger at Matsubusa whirled to face Matt, furiously. "You bastard!" He grabbed the bucket and filled it with water before using it to hurl the liquid at the admin.
With his back turned, Matt didn't see the water coming until it was too late and yowled as it collided. He whirled around, agitated and soaked, to glare at Matsubusa. "Read. My. Lips. I. Don't. Want. To. Talk. About. Sex. I don't care if you and Aogiri are having it or not!"
"So stop talking about it!" Matsubusa shrieked as he held the bucket firmly, ready to douse the admin again. "Stop saying it! Stop implying it! Stop! Stop stop stop!"
Matt's expression turned deadpan after a moment of staring at Matsubusa before throwing his hands up into the air. "Ugh, fine. I give up. I'm just going to hold your clothes hostage and leave you with a bathrobe while Aogiri is gone so I don't have to deal with another escape attempt."
Matsubusa jerked as he gaped at Matt, dropping the bucket in alarm. "Wait, what!?"
Matt folded his arms in front of him. "Oh, are you finally listening now?"
"I was listening before!" Matsubusa protested as he pointed at Matt. "I heard what you were saying about... about that!"
"You mean the part about not wanting to talk about it?" Matt asked.
"And your idea of not talking about it is to talk about it more!?" Matsubusa retorted, hotly.
"It is when I'm saying let's not talk about it!" Matt snapped, throwing his arms up.
"And keep repeating it, and not actually stop saying it!" Matsubusa threw up his own arms. "And say it over and over, thereby constantly referencing it instead of not talking about it like you said you would!"
Matt paused for a moment, slowly lowering his arms. "Uh..."
"How is it any different than saying to not think about the pink Donphan in the room!?" Matsubusa continued as he swept his arms. "Inevitably condemning both you and whoever you addressed to think about it!? It's counter intuitive to what you're trying to accomplish!"
Matt stared at Matsubusa in silence for nearly half a minute, gobsmacked. "Oh." He shifted from one foot to the other. "Well... This is awkward."
"Yes!" Matsubusa agreed, firmly. "Yes, it is!"
Matt stepped back, gesturing over his shoulder towards the hallway. "I'm just going to... go. And make an idiot of myself somewhere else."
Matsubusa crouched back down in the water as he scowled at Matt. "...Yes. Good. Do that."
"Um, sorry," Matt muttered as he backed away a little quicker. "Enjoy the rest of your bath!" He held onto the door for a moment, caught between emotions. "And. Um..." The heat burning the back of his neck grew to be too much and he finally closed the door with haste. "Bye!"
Matsubusa watched as Matt fled, then rolled his eyes. He glanced over to Dante, his expression exasperated. "Honestly..."
Dante made a show of rolling his eyes before he shook his head.
Matsubusa paused as he glanced to the door, then back to his Dante. "...Could you, ah, guard outside while I... finish my bath?"
Dante's ears perked up and he nodded. With impressive dexterity, he placed his paws on the doorknob and opened the door, butting it closed once he was out in the hallway to give Matsubusa privacy and stand watch so that no one would interrupt his trainer again.
Matsubusa waited until his Pokémon left before he let out a heavy sigh, turning about so he can lean against the wall of the tub as he slouched. After a moment's hesitation, the redhead grimaced and reached up to press the palm of his hand against his forehead. "By Arceus, what is wrong with me...?"
The redhead should have felt relieved to have some peace and quiet again, without Aogiri teasing him. Instead, he felt… lonely. The room was far too big, the pool far too wide, and both made him feel insignificant. The warmth that had been beside him moments ago was gone, and while the water temperature hadn't changed, it felt much colder.
"...What's wrong with me?" Matsubusa repeated, closing his eyes. He knew full well what was wrong, of course. He had just been in the process of using a wash cloth to stroke Aogiri's erection, the hardened manhood of the man who constantly showed up to thwart Team Magma's plans and the man who had kidnapped him and was – or had been - holding him prisoner. He still wasn't certain entirely where they stood with the whole 'captive' thing, but there was something he was absolutely certain of - he had enjoyed touching it.
That revelation made the redhead shake his head in denial, trying to dispel the thought. "R-ridiculous, this is ridiculous!"
Matsubusa had never paid much attention to sex, he had no time for such things. It wasn't that he didn't have the opportunity. He had an entire stack of omiai requests on his desk back at the office, where women of all kinds had used marriage services to try and arrange something with him. He always just left them there to rot, until Homura felt bad for the snubbed women and wrote them polite rejection notices on Matsubusa's behalf. He had too much work to worry about such things. Between Kazan Industries and Team Magma, the idea of dating, marriage, or sex felt more like a pointless hassle.
And yet ever since he had met the pirate, or rather first acknowledged Aogiri, dreams of the leader of Team Aqua flooded his nights and filled him with feelings he still didn't entirely understand. Hot, troublesome dreams that left him with embarrassing situations he'd rather die than explain, and his wardrobe shrinking ever further. And somehow, it culminated to the current situation - him sitting in a bathtub, thinking about Aogiri and missing him after touching him so intimately.
Matsubusa glanced down at the wash cloth in his hand. He hadn't actually set it down yet, not after touching Aogiri so inappropriately with it. It served a reminder of what he had done, and what might have happened had they not been interrupted.
"I... what am I doing?" Matsubusa mumbled. Aogiri had always flirted with him during their fights, making quips about his body or that he 'loved' him. The redhead had always ignored it – after all, Aogiri was just teasing him – and knew better than to take it seriously. At least, he thought he had known better. And yet after first being captured, he had experienced nothing but the complete opposite of his expectations. Instead of an aggressive brute of a man, he had been treated to an Aogiri who was gentle with him. Though he teased, he never took it too far. The pirate had taken care of him, even at his weakest point, and had taken great pains in making sure Matsubusa knew he wasn't going to be taken advantage of.
And yet in spite of it all, the redhead found it difficult to accept at face value. A lifetime of experiences had told him to put little faith in actions, and even less so in words. Trusting Aogiri and his intentions was something he struggled to do. It all seemed like it would end like everything else in his life – a bad joke at his expense. But what he had felt had was not a joke, not a taunt to frazzle him and goad him in to making a mistake. It had been real, and eager for him.
It was the only solid thing that he couldn't dismiss, couldn't think of yet another ploy. As much self-control as Aogiri had, even he couldn't control that. Even more, the pirate clearly wasn't unhappy with the reaction. Aogiri had been aroused by him and truly intended to seduce him. And not because of his appearance, as Aogiri had never even seen his face until recently, but because Matsubusa was 'Masky'. He was the man that Aogiri had been stalking, teasing, flirting with for years now.
That knowledge filled Matsubusa with excitement, and happiness. Aogiri had been looking at him, thinking of him, and wanting him. There were no doubt many people out in the world, not just in Hoenn, who would kill for a chance to be with Aogiri. And yet Aogiri was thinking of Matsubusa. He was in the pirate's thoughts, in his desires.
It felt like a triumph.
Matsubusa held the cloth to his chest as he shivered slightly at the thought, becoming giddy. The idea of Aogiri wanting him made his heart begin to pound all over again, much like it had when he had been touching Aogiri. In fact, by holding the wash cloth, it was almost as if he were touching Aogiri still. It had been so close and intimate, against something so deeply personal and specifically because of Matsubusa. The washcloth was the proof, the evidence of what had transpired between them.
The sense of power returned, which had given him the confidence to do what he had done in the first place, and the warmth returned in full force within his small body.
It was then that it dawned on Matsubusa that something else was reacting. The redhead stopped and stared down, getting a clear view of his own excitement peering up at him through the water. Crimson exploded across Matsubusa's face as he jerked, then instinctively glanced about the room to make certain no one could see him in such a state. His eyes settled on the door, which was still closed – no doubt with Dante ever vigilant lest anyone dare try to interrupt.
Matsubusa frowned, only mildly relieved to see that he was still alone, before he turned to stare at the problem that had just arisen. Admittedly, this was the first time he had noticed it. For all he knew, it had happened while he had been 'cleaning' Aogiri and it only now got his attention. The idea that Aogiri might've seen him getting an erection from cleaning Aogiri's was absolutely mortifying.
"What... what do I do now?" Matsubusa grumbled. He could wait for it to go away on its own, which it inevitably would with great discomfort and disappointment. It certainly wasn't going to be doing anything, not with only himself for company. He felt a pang of irritation, and he began to realize just why Aogiri had been so upset.
He was ready to go, and nowhere to go.
"It's all because I tried to escape," Matsubusa thought. It had to be the reason. For the police to get involved, the incident at the beach must have finally spurred the authorities in to action – and in turn, completely ruin everything.
It was some sort of twisted karma. Escape had been the rather obvious thing to do, and yet it was now coming back to bite him in a very sensitive area. The idea of not escaping was obviously unthinkable, but he never would have imagined that such a sensible action would have such awful consequences. It made him feel frustrated, at himself, Aogiri, and at the world in general.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid-!" Matsubusa snarled as he reared his hand back, about to toss the wash cloth across the room. It was then that he stopped, his eyes darting to the cloth. He lowered it down so that he could look at it directly, his eyes widening.
A thought occurred to Matsubusa – a dirty, naughty little thought. And the more he thought about it, the greater the temptation grew. It seemed so unthinkable, so ridiculous, and yet he couldn't get it out of his mind. The more he stared at the wash cloth that had been so intimate with Aogiri, the more he couldn't get the thought out of his mind.
He had to do it.
Matsubusa gave the door another glance as he bit his lower lip. Seeing the door firmly shut, his eyes then moved back to the wash cloth and then down at his own issue. After several long moments, the redhead lowered the wash cloth, slipping it under the water before wrapping it around his own hardness, just like he had Aogiri's.
#
Matsubusa leaned back against the wall with a sigh, tossing the washcloth behind him so that it hit the floor with a wet splat. He absolutely couldn't use it to clean himself, not now. The leader of Team Magma waited several moments until his breathing evened out before he sighed. He had spent long enough in the bath, even if he felt like staying there much longer to finish recovering. However, he was already beginning to wrinkle, so he was left with no choice.
The redhead swiftly finished cleaning himself, without Aogiri to distract him with his teasing touches. Eliminating all evidence of what had happened, Matsubusa finally left the tub and dried himself before dressing in the clean clothes he had brought with them. The leader of Team Magma glanced at where Aogiri's own clothes had been, before the pirate had been forced to leave in a rush.
Matsubusa quickly shook away the sense of disappointment before he headed towards the door. Aogiri would be back soon enough, and with him the rest of the Aqua admins as well as Matsubusa's own. He'd need to mentally prepare himself for that meeting, as he could only imagine what Homura would have to say.
He was not looking forward to that conversation.
Matsubusa reached for the door and opened it. He was immediately greeted by the sight of two Pokémon – Dante and Matt's Blastoise, Kappa. Matsubusa froze, his expression going blank.
The Blastoise stared down at Matsubusa before he slowly arched a scaled eyebrow. Dante similarly had an expression of disbelief, with both of his eyebrows arched high.
Matsubusa gaped at the Pokémon, the expressions alone eliminating any doubt in his mind what had happened. They had heard everything. The redhead's face turned solid ruby as it twisted in horror. "I-I... you... I didn't! It's not like that! Nothing happened!"
Kappa lowered his eyebrow, his expression deadpanning. It was an expression that Dante had already settled on, his eyes boring holes in to Matsubusa's very soul.
Matsubusa quivered, the Pokémon's obvious disbelief making matters worse. "I-I... you heard nothing, you got that?! You heard nothing!"
The Blastoise made a great show of rolling his eyes. Dante was still firmly set in staring at him, judgment palpable on his muzzled face.
Matsubusa stomped his foot as he clenched his fists. "I mean it! Nothing! You got that!? Absolutely nothing!"
The redhead knew his protests were useless. They didn't believe him, and he'd never be able to convince them that his feeble lies were to be trusted more than their own ears. In the end, all he could do was bluster helplessly and feel thankful that Pokémon couldn't talk, or he'd never hear the end of it.