To Lovers Till The End
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"Chojuro and Azakai decide to take the final step in their relationship."
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**A My Hero Academia Fanfiction:
To Lovers Till The End** _by RVasil
Commissioned by B3atFr3ak_
There was never a dull moment for Chojuro and Azakai the moment they started working for Agent Zero. The Hero Initiative was a confidential program set up by the Hero Safety Public Commission. The idea was to use criminals and villains to do the work that heroes could not do. That included the wetwork that was necessary that would otherwise tarnish the reputation of heroes. It wasn't exactly good to see heroes shaking down criminals and doing rather questionable tactics to get the information necessary. Such methods were deemed obligatory to fight the rising tide of villainy. Ever since All Might's retirement, it seemed all the more needed. To Chojuro, it was just a means to an end. At first, he was heavily against it, seeing as it felt like a slap to his face. But overtime, he grew to understand that it had its benefits. Even if it did feel like he was compromising his integrity.
What made Chojuro's decision to switch to this line of work was because of the man he now loved: Azakai. Compared to him, Azakai was a hitman. He was the go to person when you needed to kill someone but required a more subtle approach. His go to tactic was to basically bounce bullets through the use of special mirrors created through the power of his Quirk. With this, he was able to do trick shots and perform hits on people that were otherwise hard to kill. The two had met at Purgatory, the prison that was designated for villains like them. From there they were recruited by Agent Zero.
They were a decent team. Chojuro was the brawn and Azakai was the brains. The latter would instruct what the former needed to do to efficiently set out to complete their mission. Their missions ranged from something as simple as delivering a package to a location, known as a dead drop, to something more complicated as reconnaissance. They were the eyes, the ears, and sometimes the hands of Agent Zero. If he needed something done, they were required to do it, no questions asked; it was a part of the contract they agreed to.
While Chojuro and Azakai eventually got used to the swing of things, even they didn't expect the sudden increase in their assignments.
"Where the hell..."
Azakai cursed under his breath, watching the dark streets of the prefecture of the city with the night vision goggles he was graciously provided for the evening. Pedestrians were down below, clearly minding their own business, unaware of the dangers that were in the area. Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the man. Azakai gave chase, sprinting immediately after his target. He was thankful that their job kept him fit. Azakai was athletic, sticking to a strict training regime and diet to maintain his modest build. It allowed him to do acrobatics and parkour which was helpful in chasing down villains, or running away from otherwise dangerous ones. Azakai hopped over the roof fencing, and slid underneath the ventilation of an airconditioning unit. His quick finesse allowed him to change directions when his target tried to give him the slip by jumping down to the left building instead of the right. Azakai soared through the air and landed squarely on his feet, before tucking and rolling to spread the force of impact. In a matter of seconds, he was already back up and running.
"Why do they always run?" he mumbled to himself.
"Get away from me!" the man cried out. He tried to retaliate, raising his hand up. Sharp nails materialized out of thin air and rocketed straight at him. Azakai quickly rolled across the floor as the objects flew right above his head, barely missing him. In one quick motion, he drew out his pistol and aimed straight at the criminal who was trying to escape. Instead of a loud bang, a small pop, barely audible against the hustle and bustle of the city streets down below, echoed across the rooftop. It was always important to bring a silencer.
The man stumbled, the shot hitting him squarely on the shoulder. He staggered over the ledge before ultimately falling over. Azakai would have been concerned but they were only two stories up. The criminal landed atop a parked car, the alarms blaring frantically. The pedestrians all around him cried out in panic at the sudden commotion.
"Fucking shit..." The criminal mumbled. His shoulder felt numb.
"Dude, are you okay?" one of the concerned citizens said. "Do we need to call an ambulance?"
Azakai peaked over the roof, giving the criminal the stink eye. Adrenaline coursing through him, the criminal bolted upright, nursing his now dislocated shoulder. He wasn't going to get far. Unbeknownst to the criminal, he was already being tracked.
Azakai let out a sigh. He tapped his radio and tuned the frequency. "I tagged another. How are you holding up?"
A couple of blocks away from him was his partner.
"Give me a second," Chojuro snapped. He was hot on the heels of an escaped criminal that was giving him a run for his money. The target was squirrely, able to bounce off walls due to the padding that was on his limbs made possible by his Quirk. Compared to Chojuro, he was a small vermin. Chojuro was tall, easily towering over anyone below 7 feet.
"Get away from me, monster! I'm not going back there!" the criminal cried out. Monster was an insult but an appropriate one. To anyone who would see them, they too would think someone was being chased by a monster. Chojuro's body looked like a combination of multiple animals, aptly due to his quirk Chimera. Part person, part wolf, part eagle, and part crocodile; it seemed he brought the entire circus along with him. The insult however just washed over his back like water. He had a job to do and he was going to see it through. The escaping criminal crashed into a closed door, breaking it wide open. Chojuro followed after him. Just as Chojuro cleared the door, he ducked as he saw something get launched at him. A metal bucket crashed against the wall, bending into a damaged state.
The criminal cursed. "How the hell did I miss?!"
Chojuro then launched himself forward, using his powerful legs to close the gap between them. His target was caught off guard and tried to get out of the way but was unfortunately caught in the large man's grasp. The two crashed into the nearby shelving, toppling the boxes that were stacked neatly atop it.
"Gotcha!" Chojuro snarled, grabbing the man by his throat.
"Let...me...go!" The man struggled, trying to break Chojuro's grasp on him.
"I don't think so. Lights out!" With a strong left hook, the man was knocked out, along with a slowly swelling left eye. Chojuro let out an exhausted sigh and tapped his radio. "I got one down too." He began to slowly drag the body back outside. "How many is this now?"
"I don't know," Azakai responded over the radio. He sounded just as exhausted as his partner and was equally annoyed. "I lost count an hour ago."
Chojuro dropped the unconscious criminal next to a nearby dumpster and attached a tracker onto him. The small blinking red pin was just the size of a button. It was barely noticeable unless you knew what you were looking for. By the time this guy was going to wake up, the authorities would have already had him cuffed. "I have one secured right here. Where's the next one?"
Another voice chimed in on the radio. It was their enforcer, Agent Zero. "We have another spotted running amok not far from you Chimera. I'm sending the coordinates over. Deal with it."
"Roger that."
Chojuro took off, jumping back up the rooftops and making his way to the designated location. It wasn't far. Just a few blocks from where he was. If anything, it was actually near where Azakai was. It would allow them to meet up again. Over the radio, he could hear his partner blasting away at a group of targets. It would seem that these criminals decided that being alone was a bad idea. There was safety in numbers.
"Tag one...Tag two...tag three! It's like shooting fish in a barrel!"
The sounds of his silenced pistol was barely audible, but thanks to Chojuro's heightened hearing, he was able to make it out over the city noise. His partner was in the middle of the rooftop, shooting at the criminals that were just trying to get away. At one point he twirled around, jumping up into the air before spinning one way and shooting at the other. If Chojuro didn't know any better, Azakai was just showing off at this point. His fired shot traversed the air, hitting a mirror that materialized out of thin air and allowed it to be reflected back. The shot ricocheted off the floor, against the wall, went through the small space of an air conditioning unit before hitting a criminal who thought he was getting away by jumping down the alley. The force of the bullet impact ended up making the target land comically inside an open dumpster.
"Bullseye," Azakai remarked, reloading the pistol as it was now running empty. He turned his head upon hearing someone running up to him. "How nice of you to join me, Chojuro. How many did you get?"
The man shrugged. "Five I think? You?"
"Six," he answered smugly.
"This isn't a competition you know."
"Yeah," Azakai nodded. "But I have to make it fun for me somehow, right?" He then heard a ruckus down below and saw that the criminal who fell in the dumpster was trying to get out. "In a different time, that would probably be me."
"The guy in the dumpster?" Chojuro jokingly remarked.
"No. I'd be the guy trying to escape," Azakai answered. "If I had known that Shigaraki would be busting out criminals en masse I would have opted not to take the deal as a gun for hire. As much as I enjoy this, I'm getting tired of being a lap dog for the evening."
Chojuro's brow rose. "You do know that Zero can hear us right?"
Azakai rolled his eyes. "I do. What's he going to do? Shock me?"
As if to answer his own question, Azakai was shocked accordingly. An electrical pulse coursed through his entire system, rendering his body immobile and unable to move for a brief moment. He toppled to the floor, shaking and vibrating painfully. Drool dripped from the sides of his mouth as the pain was utterly immense.
"Yeah, I actually would." Agent Zero's voice came on the radio. His Quirk was the sole reason that was able to keep Chojuro and Azakai in line. No matter the distance, Zero was able to use his Quirk with full effect, rendering any target docile and rolling on the ground in pain. "Now get up, and get back to work. We just spotted two more running down the street. I don't need to remind you how important this all is."
Just then, a loud explosion drew Chojuro's attention. A flaming car was sailing across the air. Apparently this criminal had a penchant for explosives. The sounds of people screaming and crying out for heroes could be heard.
"You know what, scratch that," Zero added. "Draquatic's on the scene. They'll deal with this."
Chojuro nodded, extending a hand towards his partner. "You okay?"
Azakai groaned, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth. He accepted the help and stood up, trying to clear the jitteriness. "I'll live."
The radio came back to life. "We have another report of criminals running around five blocks east from your location."
"Five blocks?!" Azakai cried out incredulously. His legs were still feeling quite shaky from being shocked earlier. "Are you kidding me?"
"Do I sound like I'm kidding?" Zero snapped.
"Can you give us a car or something?" Chojuro dared to ask even though he already knew the answer.
Zero didn't bother replying. Chojuro and Azakai just stared at one another, and shared a sigh. "Alright, let's go," Azakai said. "We don't want our boss to be angry at us."
Chojuro followed after him. He idly glanced at his watch, noting that the night was just beginning. It was going to be a long evening of working.
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It was around the early hours of the next day when they arrived back at home. Chojuro and Azakai were dropped off by agents in an unmarked van, back to their safehouse. Both were exhausted and lightly bruised following the long evening of working. Azakai was nursing a bump on his head, having gotten into a scuffle earlier with a criminal who was proving too difficult to handle. It was with Chojuro's help that they were able to take him down.
"Let me go grab some ice for that," Chojuro said, opening the door to their humble abode.
"Thank you," Azakai said, touching it and wincing slightly at the jolt of pain. He sat himself on the nearby sofa, waiting for Chojuro to get back with an ice pack from the fridge in the kitchen.
The large man arrived soon after, ice pack in hand. He gave it over to Azakai who took it thankfully. The cool bag immediately gave his aching head some relief. Chojuro opted to turn on the television out of habit. It came to life and happened to be relaying the news of the hour. The reporter was giving a record of the mass villain breakout that had just happened that was thankfully curbed due to the efforts of the heroes in the area. The hero that was being interviewed on screen shamelessly took the credit, informing everyone that it was now safe thanks to their efforts and combined coordination of the many agencies.
Azakai and Chojuro shared a glance at one another.
Their job was a thankless one, but that was the gig.
Chojuro glanced at Azakai who was still nursing the bruise on his head. "Are you feeling much better now?"
Azakai offered a weak smile. "I am." He slumped over, resting his head on Chojuro's body. "Thanks for the backup earlier. That guy was a bit of a handful."
Chojuro leaned back on the sofa. He wrapped his hand around Azakai and idly traced circles on the man's side. "Hey, it's the least I could do. What kind of man would I be if I didn't come to save you?"
Azakai chuckled. "You're my big hero," he teased. It was true. If Chojuro hadn't arrived in time, Azakai would have probably gotten a bigger problem than just the lump on his head. That was when a thought formed in Azakai's head. He figured his hero deserved a reward befitting his actions. With a smile on his face, he snaked a free hand underneath Chojuro's shirt, feeling up his lover's large and broad chest. Chojuro's brow rose in response but he didn't say anything, opting instead to just lay back on the sofa and let his lover have his fun. Azakai's touch felt nice, easily relaxing his tense and sore muscles due to the evening's activities.
"I'm surprised you're feeling frisky," Chojuro commented.
Azakai smiled coyly. "I get turned on by danger. I need release for my pent up energy."
"Oh do you now?"
Azakai lightly tapped Chojuro's chest. Like an unspoken agreement, Chojuro sat up. He removed his shirt, revealing his bare body for his partner to explore. Azakai was drawn to the man's well toned chest like a moth to a flame. It was irresistible. Chojuro was built like a brick wall. It felt like it too. Azakai ran a finger down Chojuro's well toned abs. They were soft just as they were firm. It was made possible by Chojuro's soft furry chest. The pillows in their room couldn't even compare to it. He could feel every bump of the individual muscles this behemoth carried with him. While Azakai himself was fit, Chojuro was something else. He looked like a twig standing next to a great oak tree. Azakai leaned forward, planting kisses on the man's broad chest. His pectorals were like two perfectly sculpted hills. Appropriately soft and yet sturdy to take the mightiest of blows. Azakai stuck his tongue out, flicking them idly at the man's perky nipples. Chojuro let out a light groan, his body responding appropriately to the actions of his lover. He never understood how Azakai did it. In his private moments, Chojuro tried playing with his nipples but he never could get the same pleasure. Maybe there was some hidden trick to it? It was a notion that eluded Chojuro. Either way, it was a surefire option to get him riled up. By the time Azakai was done with him, Chojuro's cock was already stiffening up and was straining against the pants that were already a size too small for him. It was a miracle that it didn't rip while he was outside doing acrobatics.
"Mmhhmm, predictable as ever," Azakai teased, glancing at Chojuro.
Chojuro shrugged. "I just know what I like." He then stood up and Azakai followed after him.
"This is my favorite part," Azakai commented as he placed his hands across Chojuro's waist. Or at least tried to. He could barely reach as his partner was that bulky and wide.
Chojuro smiled warmly. "I know. That's why I always let you do it."
With a light tug, Azakai began to undress Chojuro's lower half. The fabric strained at one particular area, the man's cock visibly grinding against the fabric. Azakai's eyes grew to the size of saucers, his eyes fixated on his lover's excessively large meat. With a bit of effort, the pants eventually crumpled down the floor, landing on Chojuro's bare feet unceremoniously. There, bobbing in the air was Chojuro's penis, a horse cock more specifically. Chojuro's quirk affected more than just his body, it affected all of him. One could assume that Chojuro's endowment was because of his quirk but he would say otherwise, saying being hung was just natural to him. The equine cock was large, hefty, and commanded attention that was difficult to remove your eyes from. Azakai had seen it before. He had seen it numerous times. Hell, he had seen it earlier today when he and Chojuro showered together. But each and every time it never ceased to amaze him.
"Go on," Chojuro said.
Drool escaped the sides of the man's lips. It was like water to a thirsty man; a very, very, thirsty man. Azakai guided Chojuro to sit back down on the sofa so he could work his magic. He got on his knees and positioned himself in between Chojuro's large legs. It boxed him in, giving him an obstructed view of the tool in front of him. While he loved Chojuro, Azakai was always thankful to whoever it was that was watching over him that allowed him to be with a man as hunky as Chojuro was. Chojuro's two plump balls rested on the sofa, seemingly being pulled down by the sheer weight of them. The large member loomed in front of him, a small bead of pre forming at the tip. It then dripped down, the fluid tracing the man's entire length before stopping near the base and resting at his scrotum. It was a sight to behold.
"I swear," Chojuro commented after seeing the way Azakai was staring at his crotch. "I feel like you love my cock more than you love me."
Chojuro's words broke through whatever trance was controlling Azakai. "Well I mean..." He felt a bit embarrassed at how he was acting. "Can you blame me?" He leaned forward, his nose slightly nudging the stiff pecker in front of him. The masculine musk filled his nose, making him feel light headed. "Are you sure you don't have a quirk that makes me want your cock?"
Chojuro let out a light laugh. His entire frame shook and Azakai was treated to seeing the man's cock bounce lightly up and down. The bead of pre that was at the tip was dislodged and it landed on his cheeks. He stuck his tongue out to get a taste. It was sweet and tangy; a perfect treat for him. "At this point, I think I might have a quirk like that," Chojuro answered. "Though, I think that quirk only works on you however."
Azakai moved forward, using his tongue to start at the man's crotch. He planted it firmly on the pecker before moving it upwards, tracing it like a painter would a canvas, trying to capture the innate beauty of his subject. Azakai loved the small bumps on his lover's cock. The small ridges and pulsing veins, along with the ring that conveniently marked the midpoint. Chojuro inhaled sharply, the sensation rocking his entire body. If there was something he could say about Azakai, it was that the man was gifted with his tongue. He knew how to use it, and he used it well. Azakai reached the tip of the man's equine penis, leaning forward to plant a loving kiss on it.
Chojuro cursed under his breath. He slouched on the couch, resting his back on the cushions. He let Azakai have his way with him, the man toying with his cock using his mouth. A curious hand moved forward, lightly tapping the stiff erection in front of him. Azakai's hand could barely wrap his entire finger around the monstrous pecker. He aligned himself properly before opening his mouth as wide as he could. With a deep breath, he then went down on his man. Chojuro inhaled sharply, leaning back on the couch. It took everything in him not to thrust forward out of instinct. He didn't want to hit Azakai's cheeks with his crotch. Then again, knowing Azakai, he would have probably enjoyed it.
Azakai masterfully went down, pacing himself so as he wouldn't choke on the behemoth cock he was sucking on. He had sucked on this before. He had sucked on this numerous times. Quite frankly, he had sucked on it enough times to be considered a master at it. But without fail, his cheeks strained at trying to take in the cock. Azakai swore that Chojuro grew larger than he was before.
Chojuro placed a loving hand atop Azakai's head. He stroked the man's cheeks lovingly, feeling them bulge up as Azakai tried to take more of him. "You okay?"
Azakai didn't respond but instead focused on what he was doing. Chojuro could feel Azakai's hot breath on his crotch. It was almost making him feel ticklish. Eventually, Azakai reached the base of Chojuro's cock. He could feel the sweat dripping down the sides of his face from the effort and concentration he had to put in. He was content however, as this was what he wanted. Slowly, he eased back out, tasting the sweet meat that was Chojuro's cock. The man breathed heavily, the sensual teasing sending a shiver down his spine.
"Ohh shit..." Chojuro commented. Drool dripped down the side of Azakai's mouth. He had to wipe it off with his hand.
"I fucking love your cock!" Azakai said, his voice sounding strained due to his throat having been stretched to its limit.
What soon followed after were the lewd sound of slurps as Azakai went back to going down on his lover. Chojuro was slouched on the couch, content as can be in being serviced the way he was. This was by far the best way to relax after a long and arduous day of working. Azakai even went so far as to massage and tug at his ballsack. Pulling and tugging at varying directions to accentuate the pleasure. His low groans and snarls sounded like music to Azakai's ears. He always loved it when he was able to make Chojuro sing the way that he did. All good things came to an end however when Chojuro eventually reached his limit. It was like a pipe ready to burst. His nutsack slowly pulled upwards, the tell tale sign of someone reaching their wits end. Chojuro's breathing became more ragged. He wanted it to last but even he couldn't hold out for much longer. Azakai felt the man's cock throb in his mouth. By this point, the cock was oozing with pre, and Azakai was lapping it up like a man thirsty for water. However, Azakai wanted this to be an explosive end. And he knew exactly how to do it.
With Azakai's hand now slick with pre, he reached forward. He grabbed hold of Chojuro's nuts, loving how plump and heavy they were. But then he inched it forward even further, moving past it. Chojuro couldn't tell what Azakai was doing at the moment. He was far too focused on holding back.
But the foreign sensation that came next was something he had never ever felt before in his entire life. He felt something enter his ass. It felt foreign. It felt unnatural. He was about to react when it went deeper into him. By the time he realized what was happening, the finger curled and pressed hard on a very specific spot inside of him.
"Fuck!!!"
It was like a geyser had erupted. Chojuro's entire body shook and convulsed. His cock throbbed angrily, ejaculating volumes of cum. Azakai was pleased to be rewarded for his efforts, but he soon realized he could actually drown from the sheer volume of it. When Chojuro came, he brought buckets. But this? This was unlike anything that came before it. It would seem pressing on Chojuro's most sensitive spot brought out more than Azakai could ever hope for. He ended up getting soaked, the white hot cum staining his cheeks, his mouth, and the excess dripping down the slides of his face and onto his clothing. It was like someone drenched him in the man's fluids.
The fireworks eventually ended and Azakai found himself staring at a Chojuro whose cheeks were flushed red; his expression of someone pleased, confused, and a hint of irritation. Both were out of breath, clearly recovering from what had just transpired. Azakai used this chance to lap up the remains of the wet mess. It tasted sweet and tangy. It was like milk to him. It was Chojuro who broke the silence soon after.
"W-what...what did you do?" Chojuro asked.
Azakai's eyes flickered. "Hm?" His mouth freed itself from Chojuro's now slowly deflating cock. "What do you mean?
"I mean...w-what was that?" Chojuro reiterated. He sounded confused. "What did you do? Did you just...?"
"I shoved a finger up into you," Azakai said nonchalantly. "I pressed onto your G-Spot."
The statement hung in the air. It took a few moments before Chojuro's response came. "You did what?"
"I said what I did. I put a finger up your ass."
Chojuro let out a sigh, and gently pushed him away. "Don't do that."
Now it was Azakai's turn to be caught off guard. "W-what's wrong? I thought you liked it."
"I-I did...but it's..." Chojuro looked conflicted. He sighed and stood up. "Ugh, I don't want to talk about it right now." He looked like he wanted to say more, after seeing Azakai's hurt expression. "I-I'm going to go shower, okay?"
The man then left, leaving Azakai confused and a bit emotionally hurt.
Did he do something wrong?
The question clung to Azakai's mind the same way Chojuro's cum clung to his face. But unlike the latter, it wasn't washed down the drain when he went to shower minutes later. Azakai wanted to clear the air but it would seem his partner was already fast asleep by the time he got into the bedroom. He went to sleep that evening wondering what was bothering Chojuro.
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The next day came.
There was this weird uneasiness that hung in the air. Chojuro and Azakai had coffee together but neither really talked about what happened the evening prior. It seemed that either party was unsure of how to approach the topic. Chojuro remained silent and distant, cold even. He acknowledged Azakai being there with him, but Azakai could sense that he wanted some personal space. Azakai decided to give it to him. He himself was still formulating on what exactly was bothering Chojuro. He was his partner as much as his lover. He wanted to help in whatever it was. It felt like it was his duty.
After the quick breakfast, the two gathered at the living room as Agent Zero briefed them on their assignment. He called in, appearing in front of the television. Agent Zero was a baffling person for Azakai. He looked the same as he did before. Black ironed out suit with zero wrinkles. The stark red tie being the only spark of color on the man. A black cup of coffee in one hand and a brown donut in the other. His fedora was there as always, seemingly having this magical ability to obscure his facial features along with the help of his striking black shades. This man was up late just as they were. And yet he didn't look exhausted or haggard. Maybe he was harboring another quirk that involved rejuvenation.
He greeted them with his dry tone. "I'm glad to see you're bright up and early." The coffee was still making its round through the two's bloodstream. Chojuro and Azakai just grunted and waved in acknowledgement. "I have another assignment for you two." He took a sip from his coffee as an image appeared on screen. It was a picture of a large intimidating man. He was smiling smugly despite the fact that it was a mugshot. "This is Goto Imasuji, also known as Muscular. His quirk is Muscle Augmentation. He was one of the villains that was part of the Prison Break. As of right now, he remains at large."
The screen faded back to Zero who was wiping his lips with a tissue. He finished eating the donut he had earlier. "The Hero Safety Public Commission has tasked you two in aiding the efforts in capturing this individual. Whether you kill him or capture him doesn't matter in this situation. We need to take him down. Understood?"
He was talking as if they could say no. How amusing. Azakai answered for both of them. "Understood."
"Good. We've gathered reports on where he was last seen. We'll be deploying you two to the location to commence operations. Your equipment will be provided to you as you head to your destination. That is all."
It wasn't long until Azakai and Chojuro found themselves in the back of a black unmarked van and driving to the location. The two began to suit up, wearing the familiar getup they had been wearing the night prior. Being considerably more fragile than Chojuro, Azakai wore a padded suit with body armor to protect him from close encounters. It was tight enough where nothing was loose, but it was comfortable enough where it allowed him to do acrobatics if necessary. Chojuro opted for a more simple yet effective approach. A simple black button up shirt and tactical jeans to go along with it. It wasn't flashy, but it got the job done. When it came to equipment, it was the standard fair. Both were handed radios to keep in touch with one another. Chojuro was asked if he wanted weapons but declined as he didn't need them. Azakai on the other hand loaded up to the best of his ability. Knowing how dangerous Muscular was, he figured he should be prepared for anything. He opted to go with his preferred loadout. It was a Hand Cannon, a strong magnum revolver with a kick that could break off an arm if you weren't prepared for it. This was modified to double the firepower. It was provided by a support company that based the design off of Pro Hero Snipe's weapon.
"Are you sure you know how to use this thing?" the agent asked when he handed the gun to Azakai.
Azakai took the gun and examined it. He noted that it was front heavy, slightly leaning to one side. The iron sights were perfect, and the cylinder spun quickly due to it being highly polished. It had six bullets in its chamber, and could be reloaded quickly with the aid of a speed loader. Azakai nonchalantly twirled it in his hands, taking the extra bullets and putting them in his pockets. "I do," he answered confidently.
A few minutes later, they were dropped off. Chojuro and Azakai found themselves standing at an empty alleyway at some corner of the city. They were surrounded by warehouses, and aside from the ambient noise, it was quiet. The two began to walk forward, using their senses to get a bearing on where Muscular could have been hiding. Most of the warehouses were locked up tight, and shutters were in place to prevent any trespassers. Chojuro took a deep breath, trying to see if he could smell Muscular out. So far, the only scent he could distinguish was that of the rusting metal, the concrete pavement, and the dry air.
"Where do you think he could be?" Azakai asked, looking around. If he was a criminal trying to lay low, where would he hide? He tapped his chin, trying to think methodically.
"I'm not sure. My best bet is that he could be inside one of these warehouses."
Azakai walked over to one of the closed shutters. They were locked up tight. The large heavy duty padlock rested on the ground. "I don't think Muscular is the type to pick locks." He stood up, continuing to look around. The stretch of warehouses continued forward, eventually ending at a more busy street. "Should we split up?"
Chojuro thought carefully. From the file they were given, Muscular was deadly, dangerous, and most pressing of all, violent. He wouldn't bat an eye if he killed one of them. The mere thought of it concerned Chojuro, given that Azakai was at a disadvantage at close quarters combat. "No," he answered firmly. "Let's stick together."
The two continued walking forward, Chojuro pausing every now and then to see if he could smell Muscular's scent. Aside from noting that one of the warehouses probably had a pallet of lavender shampoos, there was nothing yet. The downtime made Azakai's mind wander. It went back to what had happened yesterday, and he couldn't help himself at this point. He wanted to know.
"Chimera." Azakai opted to use their codenames while out and about. It gave them at least some semblance of anonymity.
"Hm?" Chojuro turned around to face his companion. "What is it? Did you find something?"
"Well, no," Azakai answered. "But...I wanted to ask you about yesterday."
Chojuro looked visibly surprised. Then his expression shifted to that of someone irritated. "Are you serious right now?"
"I am," Azakai looked at him pointedly. "What was that yesterday? What's going on?"
"Can we not talk about this?" Chojuro said, turning back around and walking forward.
Azakai ran past him and stopped in his tracks, blocking Chojuro's way. "But I want to talk about this."
Chojuro let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Alright, fine. What do you want to know?"
"What was that reaction yesterday?" Azakai decided to be frank. He was fed up with wondering and assuming.
"I didn't like what you did," Chojuro answered plainly.
"Even though you enjoyed it?"
Chojuro looked conflicted. If anything, that question was the main crux of it. A part of him DID enjoy what Azakai did. The problem was, he was having trouble admitting the fact, both to himself and to Azakai. "I did enjoy it, okay? I just..." He wasn't sure what the right words to say were for the matter. "It's complicated, Mirror."
"You can tell me," Azakai said. He felt like he was getting close to whatever was bothering Chojuro. It wasn't like his man to be so coy about something. If anything, he was always direct; forward about what he wanted. It showed in his personality, in his fighting style, and his approach to love making.
Chojuro scratched the back of his head. Normally, he would have been open to discussing this matter. He was a mature adult who knew that the key to solving relationship problems was to discuss things with your partner. However, he preferred to do this in private. He knew full well that Zero was listening in on their conversation and he didn't want to give him the pleasure of hearing them bicker about something quite personal. He was about to say something when his nose wrinkled. It was minimal and barely even noticeable. If he didn't breathe at that particular moment he would have missed it. But it was there. It was a scent that stood out from amongst the others due to how different it was.
"Chimera, talk to me!" Azakai said, sounding a bit alarmed. "Was it something I did? What do I have to change?" Azakai was getting distracted. He was far more concerned about their relationship than the current situation they were in. After all, they were here to hunt a very dangerous villain. A villain that was, from what Chojruo could tell, was fast approaching.
"Mirror!" Chojuro shouted.
Chojuro's loud booming voice immediately silenced the man. Azakai wasn't expecting his partner to shout at him like that. He was about to say something when Chojuro cut him off.
"I need you to--"
The following scenes that transpired were fast and quick. Azakai himself barely noticed what was happening as he was far too concerned with his personal drama. By the time he realized what had happened, it would have been too late. Thankfully, Chojuro quickly shielded him. An explosive force greeted him as the wall beside them exploded outwards. A loud deafening crash of metal and steel could be heard, accompanied by dust and a strong gust of wind. For a brief moment, Azakai's ears rang. He was disoriented. When he regained his senses, he noted that Chojuro was on top of him, practically using his body to shield him from the sudden attack.
"Are you alright?" Chojuro asked.
"I-I am," Azakai said, shaking back to his senses.
"Cover me. I'll try and give you an opening." Chojuro then rolled away, scrambling back to his feet to face their pursuer who was shaking his fists.
Standing amidst the rubble was Muscular, stretching his right arm and flexing his knuckles. "Just you two?" he asked, looking at both Chojuro and Azakai. "I figured there'd be more of you."
"We're more than enough," Chojuro spat back, rolling his shoulders slightly. He was actually hit by a flying piece of debris earlier. Thankfully it didn't do as much damage. But if that had hit Azakai, it would have been a different matter entirely. His eyes darted to the side, noting that Azakai had slunk away to the corner to get to a better position.
Muscular sized him up. He didn't look impressed. "Is that a new fashion trend for hero getup these days?" He cocked his head to the side. "Who are you supposed to be? Regular Man?"
Chojuro just rolled his eyes. "No," he answered plainly. "All you need to know is that I'm somebody who has to take you down."
"And that person back there?" Muscular made a motion towards where Azakai was hiding. "Is he your partner? I overheard you two having an argument earlier."
"That's none of your business," Chojuro spat at him.
"Aww," Muscular teased. "Is it a touchy subject?"
Chojuro glared. "It is."
"Maybe you two should talk it over then...if you're still alive after this!"
Muscular decided to stop playing games. If two heroes had found him here, others would soon follow. He needed to deal with this now if he ever wanted to stay free like this. His quirk activated as he charged. His skin seemingly melted, followed by a grotesque display of muscle fibers expanding and contracting. He grew a bit taller, looking more menacing. It was like something straight out of a body horror movie. And it was headed straight for Chojuro.
Chojuro had seen a lot of things in his life. Quirks were unique, weird, and at times unnatural. Some allow you to punch really hard. Others let you fly. But this? This was just downright disgusting to look at. "Am I supposed to be impressed?" He met Muscular's attack, the two clashing head on. Blow for blow, punch for punch, Chojuro stood his ground while the very place they were in was rocked by the herculean blows. Strong explosive forces threatened to knock the warehouses that were around them. Azakai had seen Chojuro fight before. But it always surprised him how strong his partner really was.
Chojuro ducked, dodging a kick that barely whiffed past his head. As their bout continued, Muscular found himself grinning. "You're not half bad!" he said, backing off and shaking his fists. "I haven't had a good dance like this in quite a while! Last one was just a puny kid!"
Chojuro chuckled. Muscular raised his brow. "What's so funny?"
Chojuro waved a dismissive hand at him. "No, no, it's just, I find it very amusing that you lost to a child." Admittedly, the snark could have been pointed back at him as well. But Chojuro wasn't going to say that outloud. "What are you? A pushover or something?"
Muscular snarled. "Oh, you're going to eat those words."
"Make me."
Muscular charged once more, but this time Chojuro had a plan. He could sense that Azakai had his sights ready. He just needed the right window to hit it. Chojuro planned to give him that. The two brawled once more, punches and kicks flying in every direction. Muscular blocked, and Azakai dodged. A flurry of jabs, swings and a few misses. Chojuro went for a combo. He faked a left jab, before swatting with his right. Muscular blocked but it left him locked in place.
"Now!" Chojuro cried out.
A loud bang echoed across the area. Azakai fired off the Hand Cannon, the bullet whizzing through the air, the gun nearly flying out of his hand just from the sheer power and recoil. Muscular barely had time to react, bending over backwards to let the bullet sail past his head. If he had moved any slower, it would have hit him right between the eyes.
"Hah! Is that the best you got?" Muscular shouted, feeling smug at dodging the bullet.
Azakai mirrored the smugness. "I wasn't aiming for you."
As if on cue, the sound of a bullet ricocheted. Muscular turned his head and saw the bullet he just dodged earlier heading straight back at him. "What the fuck?!" He ducked immediately, the bullet whizzing by him once more. What did it ricochet off of?! Air?! Again, the bullet missed by mere inches. Another loud bang soon deafened their ears, followed by the sound of two bullets ricocheting. This time two projectiles were headed straight for him. Were they homing onto him?! Muscular didn't spare the time to think. He quickly ran towards the broken wall, trying to get into a more open space. Another ricochet rang off. The bullets looked like they were magnetized to him. One headed straight for his leg, the other headed straight for his chest.
Unfortunately for Azakai, only one hit.
"FUCK!" Muscular cried out, the bullet hitting his right leg. The sheer power of the bullet practically blew away the muscular fibers that covered it. He began to bleed, prompting him to back off from this encounter. If he had been hit by that bullet in the chest, it would have given him serious trouble.
"Get back here!" Chojuro shouted.
But before he could run after him, their radio came to life. "Stop!" It was Zero. "You're done."
"But he's right here!" Chojuro responded.
"It doesn't matter. Someone has called the heroes over after hearing the commotion here. You two need to get out of there, now."
Chojuro let out a frustrated sigh. Zero didn't seem angry at them so he supposed they did a good enough job. He turned around to get back to Azakai who wasn't looking happy either. "You alright?"
"I'm good." Azakai shook his head. "I'm sorry. I messed up."
"No, I should be the one saying sorry." The apology caught Azakai off guard. "I should have just been upfront to you about what was bothering me."
Azakai smiled. "Let's talk about this at home."
Chojuro nodded in response. As the two began to make their way to the designated extraction zone, Azakai huffed. "I'm still pissed that I missed that shot. I think I'm losing my edge."
"We all have our good days and bad. You did your best. You're no Lady Nagant."
"That is true."
0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0
It wasn't until later that day that Azakai and Chojuro headed home. The mission thankfully wasn't a bust. Muscular was apprehended by the combined efforts of heroes that arrived on the scene, and was soon later sent back to prison. This time with more guards and more security. Zero was naturally upset at the debacle, chewing out mostly Azakai for being so distracted with personal matters. It was mostly a blur for the man however. He was exhausted from the day's activities and wanted to deal with said personal matters with Chojuro back at home.
Azakai rested on the couch, now showered and dressed more comfortably. The tactical gear he was wearing earlier was beginning to chafe his skin. Chojuro joined him, the two letting the TV just play a drama that neither was really paying attention to but appreciated the white noise.
To his surprise, it was Chojuro who broke the silence.
"Listen, I, uh..."
"It's okay," Azakai answered. "If you don't want to talk about it, I understand." He looked apologetic. "It's also my fault for being so nosy."
"No, no, no," Chojuro said earnestly. "The truth is..." He took a deep breath. It seemed as if he was looking for the right words. "The truth is I'm scared." Azakai raised his brow but opted to remain silent to let Chojuro continue. "I'm worried that if I actually like doing butt stuff that would mean that..." He trailed off, seemingly unable to finish his sentence.
"It would mean what?" Azakai asked. He then decided to throw out a guess. "It would mean that I would think less of you?"
Chojuro didn't answer but Azakai could see in his eyes that he had hit the mark.
Azakai let out a sigh. "Chojuro, you know that's not going to happen."
The larger man nodded. "I know that...it's just..." He shook his head, wondering if the words he was going to use were enough to explain how he felt. "I'm worried that people would think I'm less masculine for it."
"That's not remotely even true," Azakai firmly said. "First of all, who cares what other people think. You are your own person. You like what you like and you shouldn't be ashamed of liking what you like. Second, liking the idea of someone playing with your ass isn't any less masculine. That's just another way to get pleasure. I do it because I enjoy it, not because I'm obligated to." He then looked at Chojuro. "With the way you responded to me fingering you the other day, I'd say you like it too."
Chojuro bit his lip. After a moment's pause he nodded. "I did. I was just scared of admitting it to myself."
Azakai reached over and squeezed Chojuro's large bicep. "It's okay. It's perfectly fine. I'm assuming you've never really experimented with that kind of stuff?"
Chojuro shook his head. "Not really. I've never really found the opportunity to do so. Most of the people I've been with see what I'm packing and would happily bend over for me to fuck them."
Azakai chuckled. "I mean, who wouldn't?" He rested his head on Chojuro's side. "Do you want to try it though?"
Chojuro's brow rose. "I've...thought about it. With the way you squirm each time I fuck you, you look like you're in so much pleasure. I've always wondered how that feels." He nodded. "So I guess yes."
Azakai traced a circle on Chojuro's bicep. "I can help you feel that way. Don't worry though, since I get the feeling this is going to be your first time, I'll be very gentle."
There was another pause. It seemed Chojuro was hesitating but after talking it out with his lover, he decided to throw caution to the wind. "You know what, sure. If you can take my big cock like it's nothing, then I should be able to take yours."
It was a few moments later that Chojuro and Azakai found themselves in the privacy of their own bedroom. Chojuro took off his shirt, followed by the shorts he wore. They were tossed towards the side, joined by the heap of clothing that Azakai himself left behind. The latter directed his partner onto the bed, telling him to get relaxed and just enjoy the evening. Azakai was once again greeted with Chojuro's monstrous pecker. Still as big as it was before, this time at half mast and twitching excitedly at the prospect of tonight's activities.
Azakai opted to draw it out, knowing that all the buildup would be worth it. He started off by meeting his lover's lips, softly pressing his face into him. Chojuro pushed back, his body yearning for his lover's warmth. After days of grueling operations, they both knew they needed this in their lives. Just a night to themselves, a comfortable bed, and each other's naked body pressed closely. Hands roamed free. Azakai traced Chojuro's musculature. The perfect hills of his pecs, and the perfect valleys of his abs. In another life, Chojuro could have been a successful model even though he would never agree to it. Azakai pressed himself closely to his lover, his smaller body feeling like a toy compared to the large man next to him. He began to move down, planting kisses on Chojuro's chest as he went lower. Azakai stopped briefly, sticking his tongue out to flick at Chojuro's sensitive nipples. The man groaned, closing his eyes. Chojuro's breathing began to pick up pace.
Azakai didn't let up. He followed the treasure trail lower, eventually finding his chin colliding with something. It was none other than Chojuro's fat cock, angrily staring at him for being left unattended. He smiled, lowering himself to place a kiss on the leaking cock tip. "Always happy to see me," he mumbled. He opened his mouth wide open, masterfully taking the cock he pinned for. Compared to the hardships they had to deal with over the previous days, this was a treat; a very delectable treat that he savored. Chojuro breathed in deeply, his cock twitching in Azakai's mouth at the sudden contact. Azakai flicked his tongue back and forth, swirling it around the large head and covering it with his spit. Beads of pre began to bubble at the slit and he was more than happy to lap it all down. They were just as delicious as before. A perfect blend of sweet and tanginess that electrified his tongue. Azakai began to lower his head, practically gorging himself on Chojuro's cock. Chojuro struggled. It took everything in his power to not thrust upwards into Azakai's face. It was like a vacuum. The suction was perfect, the suckling was immaculate, and the tongue action was ever heavenly. It drove him nuts, to the point where he felt his balls rise up and the familiar twitch in his cock signalled his rising climax. But like a pro, Azakai stopped before anything serious could happen. He removed himself from Chojuro's cock, wiping the drool that was dripping from the sides of his face. Chojuro was left panting, eagerly wanting more.
Azakai smiled. This was the perfect moment he had been waiting for.
"I need you to get on all fours," Azakai said, gently coaxing Chojuro.
Chojuro nodded, admittedly feeling very exposed in doing so. This was a position he normally didn't find himself in, and it made him feel very self conscious. This was probably the first time Azakai got a full view of Chojuro's backside. And it was glorious. He couldn't help but let out a whistle, reaching forward to grope the large bubbly buns in front of him. Chojuro really could have been a model!
"Will you stop staring?" Chojuro said, feeling Azakai's eyes on his butt.
"Sorry," Azakai answered sheepishly. "I just never knew you had such a wonderful ass."
They were soft to the touch and perfectly shaped. It would make any male model jealous and be filled with envy. Azakai spread them apart, revealing the winking pink at him and the star of the evening. He idly tapped on it with his fingers, immediately making Chojuro tense up. "Relax," Azakai cooed. "Just breathe and relax," he added. After waiting for a moment, he inserted a finger. Chojuro took a deep breath, trying to focus on himself rather than what was happening behind him. It was definitely a foreign sensation, having something insert itself in his backside. A part of him wanted it out, but another part of him wanted it to go deeper. It was a constant flux of desire and hesitation. Azakai however continued with his actions, slowly spinning his finger around to check how tight Chojuro was. It was no surprise that he was tight as a locked vice. If he was going to make any progress on this, he needed more lubrication.
Chojuro felt himself tense up once more at the sudden sensation of something wet touching his backside. His back arched, and his breathing quickened. "Azakai, what are you...?" His voice trailed as he realized it was Azakai's tongue. His lover was tenderly kissing his ass, his tongue painting small circles around his entrance. It felt cold yet warm at the same time, Azakai's hot breath wafting at his entrance and making him tingly. He tried to close his eyes to relax but ended up opening them wide open when he felt Azakai penetrate him with that prehensile tongue of his.
Chojuro cursed under his breath, his body trying to process the alien sensation. It felt weird. It felt different. And yet...it felt so good. Whether it was the feeling of being spread wide open, or the feeling of that tongue seemingly loosening up his tight ass, it was oddly calming. It was a different kind of buzz that he was used to, but a nice buzz nonetheless. His heart beat in his chest like a drum, his body sweating from the overall excitement. Azakai on the other hand was a man on a mission. Feeling his partner squirm and let out groans of pleasure was music to his ears. He wanted more of it. He pushed his face forward, burying his tongue as deep as it could go. He needed to continue lubricating Chojuro's ass for what he planned next. Eventually however, he let up. Both were breathing heavily and were excited for what was to come.
"You good?" Azakai asked, wanting to make sure his partner was still up for it.
"Yeah...just...wow, that was something else," Chojuro remarked.
"I'm glad you liked it. Hopefully you like what I have next in store for you."
Chojuro gulped, turning face forward once more and mentally preparing himself for the main event. Comparing Azakai's cock to Chojuro's cock was like comparing a pencil to an oversized and thick beer can. It wasn't fair. Anyone would be small when they were matched up against him. To Azakai's pride, he wasn't small in a normal comparison. In fact, he was above average. A decent length with a sizable heft to it that would make any lover happy. But since this was Chojuro's first time, it would feel like the largest thing in the world. A notion that Azakai was well aware of, and informed him to take it nice and slow.
As he got into position, he gently patted Chojuro's ass cheeks. With a light push, he inserted himself. Much like the finger earlier, Chojuro immediately felt it. A pressure that was trying to push him open. But unlike the finger, it noticeably got bigger and bigger as Azakai went in.
"You okay?" Azakai cooed, seeing Chojuro's body react to his penetration. A part of Chojuro was shaking, and the man was breathing heavily.
"I'm good...I'm good...just..." Chojuro's ass cheeks instinctively clamped down on Azakai. "I'm just trying to relax. You feel really big."
Azakai smiled, feeling his chest swell with pride as his ego was stroked. "Thank you."
After a moment or so of letting his partner adjust, he began to inch forward once more. More and more of his cock slowly inserted itself into Chojuro, spreading his partner open. It was slow and steady but progress was being made. It took a while, but eventually Azakai found himself hilting at the base. His crotch planted a kiss on Chojuro's sweet cheeks. At this point, Chojuro was fully getting adjusted to the sensations. The numbness he felt was subsiding. It was slowly changing to that of a filling sensation. It all became more apparent as Azakai slowly pulled back outwards. It was like removing something that should have been there all along. Was this how it felt? It was like an itch that needed to be scratched. Chojuro's body answered for him, shivering from the head all the way to his toes. His own cock was leaking onto the bedsheets and soiling the fabric.
Azakai got midway, and decided to check in on Chojuro once more.
"How'd that feel?"
Chojuro's answer surprised Azakai. "Put it back in."
Azakai was more than happy to oblige.
The rhythm that started was slow and sensual. With the way Azakai climbed onto his partner, it was almost comical. Chojuro was on all of his fours, and Azakai was happily humping away at the back. The sheer size difference between the two of them was so big, it was almost unfair. But the two made it work. Azakai was doing everything in his power to make sure this evening was something his lover would remember forever. Azakai didn't want to rush things, seeing as Chojuro was still trying to get used to having someone fuck him. Admittedly, there was a part of Azakai that enjoyed all of this. It was a nice change of pace to be the person in charge. However, it concerned him at how well Chojuro was quickly adapting. He found the man actually pushing back, implying that Chojuro wanted Azakai to go deeper. The man's butt felt like heaven. It squeezed and rubbed Azakai's cock better than any ass he ever fucked in his lifetime. There were even these moments where Chojuro would clamp down on him. Azakai wondered if Chojuro was doing this consciously or not. His thrusts eventually increased in pace, developing a synchronous rhythm with his partner. His hips would crash into his lover's backside, the tell tale sign of skin slapping against skin echoing all over the room. The bed rocked, the ground beneath them shaking with the energetic movement. Moans and groans filled the room as the two lovers lost themselves to one another.
It was confirmed right then and there. Chojuro didn't enjoy having someone fucked him.
He loved it.
"Harder!" he cried out, his grips on the bed sheet tightening. The whites on his knuckles showed. Azakai obediently followed, wanting to give it all he had for his partner. His balls crashed into his partner's backside. Slap after slap, it was no doubt going to leave a mark visible the day after. Chojuro moaned out loud, his cock ejaculating a healthy spurt of pre onto the bed. They were both soaked in sweat, bodies crying out for sweet release. Azakai felt his coming fast and quick. It was difficult to hold back with how much Chojuro was squeezing him.
"Fuck..." he mumbled under his breath. "I'm not going to last long."
Chojuro clamped down with his ass. His muscle control was something else. "Don't you dare pull out!"
That was it. Azakai cried out, his balls emptying themselves into Chojuro's tight ass. Ropes upon ropes of white hot cum ejaculated itself from his cock and into his lover's hole. It was an intense orgasm, shaking him down to his very core. His vision darkened and Azakai swore he saw stars at that moment. His heart pounded in his chest, almost in sync with each squirt of his cock. He seemingly emptied the contents of his balls and then some into Chojuro and the man just took all of it without breaking a sweat. By the end of it, Azakai struggled to stay stable, having to hold onto Chojuro for some support.
"Fucking hell..." Azakai said, breathing heavily atop his partner. He slowly pulled out, his entire body shivering as his cock was still completely sensitive from the ordeal it just went through. A wet pop signalled his decoupling and he laid next to his partner, who was clearly reeling from the sensations racking his body. "You okay?"
It took a moment for Chojuro to respond. "That...was fucking amazing." He said it in what Azakai could best describe as childlike wonder. It was like someone discovering the sensation of cumming for the first time. "No wonder you ask me to fuck you all the time."
"See, I told you you'd like it," Azakai said, smiling contentedly. He was more than happy to see his partner so happy. His eyes eventually darted down, seeing Chojuro was still at full mast. His lover's cock was throbbing and leaking pre copiously. The fucking had left him eagerly wanting more. "Do you need some help with that?"
Chojuro glanced at his partner. Only now did he realize that he came this close to orgasming without ever touching himself. "You sure?" he asked, concerned that Azakai was tired from what had just transpired.
"I can't let you have all the fun now can I?" Azakai then reached over the side of the bed and tossed him a bottle of lube.
Chojuro catched it, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "You were great. But I think it's time for me to show you how a pro does it."
"Oh just shut up and fuck me."
Chojuro got into position, slowly moving Azakai over. Eventually, the latter found his legs raised over his head, his lower half supported by Chojuro's large body. "Missionary?" Azakai teased. "Oh how boring."
Chojuro let out a light chuckle. "Don't worry." He grabbed his equine cock and playfully tapped it against Azakai's winking ass. Azakai shivered, the mere presence of the thing was intoxicating. "You won't be complaining in a bit." Chojuro placed Azakai's legs on his shoulders for support, ensuring him the best angle of attack for what he was going to do. Azakai realized this and trembled in anticipation. He had a feeling he wasn't going to be able to sit right the next morning. Chojuro didn't even need to use the lube as much seeing as his cock was at this point drenched with his own pre. He slipped right in, easily splitting Azakai wide open. Azakai's mouth opened to that of an 'O', his breathing heavy as his ass was invaded by the large cock. It was like trying to shove a tree trunk up inside him. He looked down and swore he could see a bulge forming on his abdomen, evidence of how large Chojuro was. "You feel so big..." Azakai murmured.
"After taking you earlier..." Chojuro said in between breaths. "I have no idea how you take my cock."
Azakai smiled smugly. "It's a trade secret."
Chojuro continued to go deeper, inches of his cocking disappearing further into Azakai's ass like it was a black hole. Chimera pulled one leg down and pinned it, making Azakai briefly wonder what was going on. "It makes you tighter," he answered. Azakai's insides massaged Chojuro, his body considerably more used to his size. Eventually, Chojuro reached the end and went completely balls deep. Azakai had his eyes closed, focused on his breathing and trying to relax. The sight of it made Chojuro fall in love with partner even more. He loved seeing him squirm like this. "You look so fucking cute," he mumbled.
The thought however threatened to break the man's concentration. "Shut it...I'm trying to relax."
Chojuro slowly pulled back out, smiling gleefully as seeing the red rush to Azakai's face. There was a look of euphoria as Azakai closed his eyes shut in an effort to keep concentrating. He held back, but eventually was unable to contain the moan that escaped his lips. It was Chojuro's favorite music. Without skipping a beat, Chojuro pushed back in, developing a steady rhythm of going in and out of his partner. The bed rocked once more, the wooden flooring scarred from the heavy action happening above. Chojuro leaned down steadying himself with his arms at Azakai's either side. "Look at me," Chojuro said.
Azakai's eyes flickered open.
"Look me in the eyes while I'm fucking you."
Azakai blinked, and then playfully snorted. "Make me."
Chojuro then growled, reaching forward to grab Azakai by the throat. Not strong enough to crush his windpipe, but strong enough to assert to the both of them that he was going to get what he wanted one way or the other. Chojuro forced Azakai to look at him, the two staring at each other in deadlock. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command. Azakai was unable to tear his eyes away from Chojuro's strong gaze. It kept him in place. It was subtle, but it was there. No matter who was fucking who in the relationship, one thing was clear: Chojuro was the one who was in command. And honestly, Azakai was more than happy to give it to him. He wrapped his unpinned leg around his partner's side as it slowly fell off Chojuro's shoulder with each hard slam in, clamping hard around Chojuro's thick midsection to give his lover the idea that he didn't want him to ever leave. Chojuro's hips continued to thrust, becoming almost like a blur as he thrust in and out of his partner. His huge hefty balls slapped angrily at Azakai's backside. It was clearly marking who his lover was for all the world to see. They were filled to the brim with hot cum, aching for sweet release.
He held on for as long as he could. Azakai's half flaccid cock flapped back and forth, slapping his own stomach. It was still slicked with hot cum from earlier, and it was making a mess of things as it threw the cum all over the place. The sounds of their hot session echoed across the room. At this point neither cared how much noise they made. Their neighbors didn't seem to mind the noisy couple who always had loud sex. The bed headboard collided with the wall, a loud thud seemingly shaking the entire house. Azakai felt Chojuro hit him right where it mattered. His vision darkened and he could see nothing but black even though his eyes were wide open. The only thing keeping him grounded was Chojuro's almost tight death grip on him. His lover wanted to make sure he wasn't going to suddenly disappear. It didn't take long however for Chojuro to reach his head. Much like Azakai, he felt his balls tighten up. His own cock twitched and throbbed. He tried to control himself, pace his thrusts to make the night last much longer. But even he had his limit.
Chojuro looked at Azakai, and Azakai looked back. Chojuro leaned forward, kissing Azakai firmly on the lips. Azakai returned the favor, tenderly pusing back. The two made out whilst Chojuro's hips were a blur. They then broke apart, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. It didn't take long for him to finally reach his climax.
With a loud roar, Chojuro finished inside his partner. Azakai found himself getting filled once again, this time with fresh white hot cum. A torrent of semen ejaculated itself from Chojuro's cock, filling every space available inside Azakai. A warm heat began to radiate itself from Azakai's backside before travelling all over his entire body. The sheer excess cum leaked from the sides of Azakai's ass, dripping down onto their bodies. It was like someone left a running faucet. When Chojuro came, he came in buckets of cum. He could probably fill a sperm bank without even trying. Both were covered in sweat and cum but neither minded. All that mattered was that they were together.
It felt like minutes later when Chojuro's cock finally stopped pulsating. He slowly eased himself off, the two shaking from the sensations all over their body. A wet pop separated Chojuro from Azakai, the man's cock dripping with his white seed. His balls felt light for the first time in quite a while. Chojuro laid next to his partner, spooning him from behind. Azakai looked like a stuffed toy compared to the larger man. Neither spoke for a bit, just content to hear each other's deep breaths and pounding heart beat.
It was Chojuro that first broke the silence.
"And that...is how you fuck...like a pro."
Azakai turned around to face his partner, trying to look annoyed but ended up letting out a light laugh. "Fuck you."
The two shared a kiss. This time it was more tender and sweet. It was romantic, filled with love as much as it was for lust for one another. Azakai's desire for his partner was so strong that he had to voice it outloud. "I love you, Chojuro," Azakai said as they broke apart.
Chojuro smiled. "I know. I love you too."
No words were said after, and none were needed. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. The two went to sleep that evening, holding each other tight and close. No one could have told them that this was the life they were going to live after leaving that prison. But if there was one thing for sure it was this: they were both happy they decided to take that offer by Zero that fateful day together.
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Being an agent for Zero was a difficult one. There were down times here and there, but when there was action, there was a lot of it. Despite it all, Chojuro and Azakai worked hand in hand together. Always having each other's back and making sure the other was safe. The days off were few and far in between, which was why when they had it, they used it to the fullest. Today was such a day. Chojuro was in the living room, nervously looking at a piece of box he had bought earlier at the shop. He was worried if what he had gotten was the right size. He didn't want to mess up this special moment he had planned.
Azakai meanwhile was at the front door. A parcel he had been waiting for had just arrived and he was excitedly getting it stamped. Once it was all said and done, he thanked the deliveryman and proceeded to the living room.
Chojuro hastily put the small box back into his pocket, making sure Azakai didn't see it.
"Hey listen, I..."
"Chojuro there's something..."
The two stopped, realizing that they were talking over one another. It was Azakai who backed down. "Go ahead. You wanted to tell me something?"
Chojuro took a deep breath. "Listen I...I know...Well..." It was shockingly difficult to find the right words. He had rehearsed this numerous times the day before and yet now that he was going to say it, he found his throat going dry. It was quite uncharacteristic of him to be so nervous yet here he was, struggling to speak. He gulped once more, trying again. "I wanted to ask you something.
"What is it?"
Chojuro reached into his pocket and pulled out the small box from earlier. Azakai's mind froze. Was he going to ask him what he thought he was going to ask him? Chojuro pulled it open and showed him its contents: it was a ring. It was a gold ring with an intricate design. Small geodes of color complimentary crystals shone in the light, reflecting brightly when the light hit it at just the right angle. "I figured the ring could reflect like your quirk, like it showing the best parts of you." It sounded cheesy, but Chojuro didn't care. It was for the person the most important to him and that person needed to hear it.
Azakai couldn't believe it. Chojuro was proposing to him!
Chojuro looked at Azakai seriously. "Will you be forever mine?"
Azakai looked at Chojuro and nodded. "Of course you, big lug!" He pulled him close into a tight hug. "I'll forever be yours." The two shared a tender loving kiss. It was a moment the two would never ever forget in their lives. Chojuro felt his heart swell, his lips meeting with Azakai. Despite everything that had happened to him, he was glad that things went the way they did so that he could meet Azakai. The two eventually broke the kiss off, opting to hold each other in an embrace. Chojuro ended up hugging Azakai more tightly than he intended to. The resulting action prompted the latter to complain out of pain. "Sorry, sorry." The two pulled away and Chojuro took out the ring.
Azakai extended his hand over and allowed Chojuro to put the ring on his ring finger.
It fit perfectly.
Chojuro released a breath of relief. "I was worried it wasn't going to fit!"
"You can always have it be remade if the size is too small," Azakai commented.
"I know, but I don't want to ruin this moment." He smiled, completely content with this aspect of his life. That was when his attention was directed to the box that Azakai had put down next to the sofa. "So...what did you order?"
"Oh!" Azakai now felt self conscious. His lover had just proposed to him. This didn't feel like the right moment. "Uh...I wanted to get you something."
"It's not a ring, is it?" Chojuro jokingly asked.
"No," Azakai answered. "I guess you could say it's even better."
Now this piqued Chojuro's curiosity. What did his lover get him? Azakai began to unwrap the package. He opened it up and inside was something neatly wrapped in packing paper. It was in the shape of something very interesting. Chojuro tilted his head towards the side. It was in the shape of something phallic. "Is that what I think it is?" Chojuro asked accusingly.
Azakai grinned. "Yes." The man removed the paper and it revealed the present he had in store for his lover. It was an extra large red dildo! The kind of which you'd think was a joke because of how stupidly large it was. "I got you this!" Azakai answered happily. "You said you wanted to be more adventurous with butt stuff so I figured to get you this to help you along with it." He handed it over to Chojuro who took it. In his large hands, it looked like the size of an average cock.
Chojuro noted the length and the girth. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I love it!"
"That's good to hear! I was worried that you'd be a bit taken aback at how large it is. We can use it later if you want."
Chojuro looked at Azakai mischievously. "Why wait later?" He then began to walk towards the stairs. "I'll meet you upstairs."
Azakai comically rolled his eyes. "You're insatiable, you know that?"
"You know you love me for it," Chojuro replied.
Azakai looked down at the ring that was now firmly in his finger. It shined brightly, a reminder of the bond they now shared.
He smiled to himself.
"I do," he said. "Forever and always."
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