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"Damn phone!"

Growling, grunting, fighting against the tactile screen, still refusing to admit the scales were indeed his skin. That was how Daniel stood, ducking beneath a small restaurant awning to protect himself from the slight rain and the wind.

Before his eyes shined that little screen trying to show him his location, and yet he was unable to find and provide the name of the place he desired to visit. It was an Onsen, a mere one in the capital. But when a stranger gets lost in the street of Tokyo and always has a hard time with names, it ends like this.

And so... Daniel Garcia looked lost. His black eyes focused, he bit his tongue nervously as many tourists and inhabitants looked at him.

Rare were the meta-humans in the Asian Coalition territory, as most were either drafted into the army or lived in purposefully built enclaves to accommodate their needs. But with his gray shirt, black shorts, and sneakers, the former Hero seemed a tad out of place amidst the formal crowd.

Formerly known as Jaws, a recognizable hero from Sanctum, Daniel looked more like a human-sized and bipedal shark that was in no way discrete.

And the only way he had to not overly attract attention was to stand aside, though some teenagers were eager to whip out their phones and take a photo of the bearded tourist. The very same whose frustrated grunts revealed his fault in his search.

"Grbl... Clever idea to change my phone before traveling," he grumbled, giving up on searching and slipping his phone into his pocket.

Supposedly, the place was somewhere in Chiyoda, and so was he. But... He was lost.

If his boss were there, the same one who dragged him from Sanctum to Tokyo for "personal" reasons, the old Crocodile would be poking fun at the Shark and asking him the mocking question: "Why don't you fly up to have a better view?"

"Because I'd be arrested," grumbled Daniel, putting his hands in his pocket and stepping out in the drizzle. His gray shirt was already damp, revealing the details of his chiseled body beneath. The same adapted to water, as seen by the gills he sported along his neck and the "water-collar", basically a pump attached to tubes forcing cold water into the ill-ridden gills, protecting them.

Oh, he hated this... Being lost, taken in photos like an attraction, surrounded by people speaking a language he couldn't understand.

"It's your fault," said the phantasmal crocodile, again poking fun at him.

"No, it's your fault. I don't speak Japanese, and I... Urgh, you're just a hornball!" bemoaned Daniel silently, bringing both hands to his brows to massage them.

Around him, people gave him a wide berth as he slowed down and almost went to a stop in the middle of the street.

He had no way to go somewhere unless he asked for directions, he hated to do so... And if he returned to the hotel, not only would his Boss make fun of him but also call on one of the assistants to guide him like a kid.

"Urgh!" he growled this time as he turned right suddenly, leaving the massive and tourist-friendly street for a smaller one without all those passersby. Daniel didn't want them to look at him as if he was a monster, but at least he could have time to think for himself without hearing them snap his face.

Again the scruffy Shark ended with both hands over his head, massaging his muzzle, abused by the presence of all the electricity around while seriously considering going up into the sky and trying for a run.

He shuffled further in the tiny street, walking by the small bicycles left in the open near a door leading to a building close to the façade of an electronic shop. He even saw a little sushi restaurant but ignored it until he was sufficiently far from the big street to squat.

His powerful thighs and calves bulged a moment as he contracted them. He needed a first solid push.

"Hey, before we make a mess. Why not check this?" said the little voice, constantly nagging the Shark.

A nagging enjoining him to turn to his left and what was standing there: a massive wooden door, as if he had suddenly stepped back in time. Not only the door but the whole building was of wood and Shoji in a pure traditional style with tiles atop.

For a moment, the mutant thought it stood "Like a sore thumb", but the place looked genuinely nice compared to the jungle of steel and concrete that were Tokyo's streets. A sort of oasis of calm... With a little sign at the door.

Daniel could never read Kanjis on his own. But he was not stupid; he could compare and even get a confirmation from his phone. That sign had a single word on it: Onsen.

Well.

He was here in Chiyoda for an onsen, and though most of the regular ones were frisky about mutants, or tattoos, or scars... It was that, walk in the drizzle or try the sky.

Daniel sighed, picked up his courage, and instantly opened the door to be welcomed by a Genkan: a dozen pairs of excentric shoes had been put there on the entrance's side, indicating to the Shark what he had to do. He, too, removed his shoes and stepped barefoot into what seemed to be an unlit corridor. Not that he minded.

The ground was not cold, quite the opposite... And the further Daniel walked, the more he noticed details: there was no light, but he could see; the air was warm but more steamy than dry; he couldn't see the end of the corridor, although he had been walking for the last minute.

Then came the second minute, then the third. As the Shark was about to turn tail, he noticed a glimmer. And further, an illuminated Shoji door with a discrete booth on the left to welcome visitors.

The booth, of course, looked tiny, with only a chair in that small cabinet. All seemed tidy and clean, leading Daniel to lean. As he was about to call for someone, a face popped out from below the counter.

It... The man was a mutant, much like him.

In a way, the teller looked closer to a human than Daniel did. However, there was something eerie in watching an Oni with that horn at the center of the blue forehead, two yellow eyes, and tusked lips. But the bald demon smiled and spoke in English without an accent: "Hello, dear visitor, are you here for our Onsen? It is rare to see one of us arriving with their face bare."

With his left arm lifted to cover his chest and the other in the back, the Shark mutant seemed on the verge of falling from the surprise. He blinked, he blinked once more, he opened his mouth... And sighed.

"Fuck- I- I am sorry, sorry," he said, stumbling on his words. "I mean, I am sorry I swore, and I-"

His black eyes focused on the Oni, whose left eyebrow cocked and hands had joined over the counter, twiddling his thumbs.

"I... Hmm. Okay, let's return to the basics," exhaled Daniel, raising both hands with the palms toward the receptionist. "Hi, is this Onsen open?"

The Oni stopped his thumbs, then pointed with his left hand to the door, smiling with half-closed eyes.

"Of course! You'll see our prices are cheap during this period. How do you prefer to pay?"

"Cash, please," sputtered the Shark. He even mumbled a few sorry while scouring his pockets to fetch his wallet and the money he had changed for the travel.

"It'll be 1000 yen," stated the Oni, making Daniel raise an eyebrow in his turn. He glanced at two pieces of 500 new yen he held. It was way less than expected, but he offered the two nickel coins to the receptionist. The man checked them, even went as far as to tap the pieces against the wood counter before he pocketed them and smiled back at Daniel as if nothing happened.

"You're good to go. Do you want an explanation about our rules?" asked the man, providing two towels. Which Daniel accepted, his eyes drawn on the pristine white textile, sensing the soft texture.

"Hmm. I put everything in the storage, don't peek, do not bother others? Also, is it alright if I have tattoos? I heard it can be a big deal," muttered the Shark, holding onto the towels as if they'd disappear the moment he let go of them.

"Oh, you know most of the rules. As for tattoos, we are an open-minded establishment and welcome anyone from all places. By the way, your accent is impeccable!" genuinely stated the Oni, grinning with all his teeth exposed.

Even the Shark, with all his serrated teeth and how he used them before, recoiled a bit, arm up.

"Thanks! Hmm... I- I'll get going then!" He stated, turning left... And noticing he was facing the way he came.

So he turned again, pirouetting on the right foot and chuckling nervously.

"Yeah, go -going," he mumbled, not daring to face the receptionist as he passed through the Shoji door and was welcomed by the full brunt of warm air.

Before him, he saw a stone garden surrounded by an Engawa itself encompassed by Shoji walls. At the center of it was a pool of steamy water, filling the courtyard with steam. So much so that seeing was difficult. Moreover, even distinguishing the two forms in the pool was difficult.

However, before he could peep more with his body hunched, the Shark heard footsteps on the wooden floor and instantly jumped before looking left and right, but no one was around.

On his right, there was nothing but a wall, closing the courtyard. But the left had a small threshold leading to what seemed to be a changing room, so he ran in the direction.

As expected from this place, the changing room was bigger than it looked from the outside. With doors leading to other parts of the complex, it was to be the central point. On Daniel's right was a wall separating the room from the showers. On the other hand, the left side had rows of shelves with wooden baskets, whose vast majority were in use, filled with clothes. As a ballpark figure, there would be more than 200 customers.

"It's... So calm," muttered Daniel, surprised. Everything was dead quiet despite the absurd number of customers. Silently, he fetched a basket and emptied his pockets before undressing.

For a moment, the Shark felt and savored the odd peace, carefully taking everything off until he was naked... And used a towel to cover his groin.

He was not particularly shy of his body. But Daniel was one to prefer to remain discrete regarding some parts of his anatomy: his body was naturally toned with broad shoulders and wide arms, his legs a tiny short in comparison. In comparison, it was his scars he was afraid to show as they covered his wrists, legs, fins, and torso. His mountain man beard, dense and graying, had its counterpart in the form of a fluffy bush covering the pecs. Those gray hairs also descended along the abdomen in a happy trail until they disappeared behind the towel Daniel had cinched around his waist.

Of course, the towel couldn't hide the alchemical symbol on his right shoulder or the tattoo of an open maw on his left thighs.

Sadly... Those couldn't be hidden, and it was why Daniel had been looking for an Onsen accepting their presence. And the mutation. Alas, there was one, even if it seemed weird.

"It's crazy," he kept muttering, sitting on the shower stool and dousing himself to take away any scales that may have stuck around along with the dirt. Even now, he was alone in that part of the room.

"Fu- They have the good stuff, too!" hissed the Shark, watching the offered soaps. He couldn't read their names, but they had little drawings on them and even had some for scales. A rare delicacy you couldn't find anywhere, even in Sanctum.

Blissful, he scrubbed his skin and applied shampoo to his hair until everything glistened or reflected the light. His body was not relaxed, but he definitely felt cleaner... And better as he left the shower with his towel.

"That place is so nice," Daniel kept commenting to himself in whispers, walking towards one of the doors he had seen in the changing room. His hand lifted, his body prepared. And he bumped. ... Bumped? Bumped into someone who was looking to enter the changing room.

"Oh!" said Daniel, his lips forming that obvious round when he lost his balance from the sudden shock. His body went from a forward movement to a rush toward Earth's gravity. Which, happily, stopped as one red hand grabbed his arm and pulled him.

Before him stood another Oni, making Daniel doubt if it was the only clientele in that place.

That one, however, was rather stocky with broad arms. No, that man's body was big in every sense: arms, belly, shoulders, even the towel he had to use around his waist was extra.

As for the face, well, that man looked jovial with a white-clean grin adorned by a stylized black beard.

"Sorr- Su. Mi... masen!" fumbled Daniel, berating himself in petto for breaking the place's peace while he recovered his footing and tried to take his hand back. However, he couldn't deny the sight of those sweaty muscles in action.

The Oni, however, didn't let go of the arm and chuckled, his belly shaking from it.

"Eyes up, boy!"

Up darted the black eyes: onto the Oni's golden ones, his two horns, and lush black hair falling onto the shoulders.

"That's better. Now I can see those lovely eyes," began the man without any accent, releasing his grip. "I have never seen you around before. Are you from Tokyo, or Japan?"

The Shark, in return, clenched his fists and released them right away, minding his lashing-out tail.

"I am not. This is my first time here... Or in any Onsen."

"Ah! A newcomer!" laughed Baelohr, his hands on his waist to rearrange the towel while he eyed Daniel up and down, and the tattoos. "Hmm. You don't have the accent, but are you American?"

His body calmed, as well as his breath. The Shark's shoulders dropped a bit while his mouth split into an earnest smile, although he was red in the face.

"Kind of, from Sanctum exactly," he said. Before offering a hand to Baelohr. "'Name is Daniel, and I'm sorry for bumping into you!"

"Baelohr, and that's no issue. Hmm, from what I see... It wouldn't hurt you to have someone guide you." chuckled the Demon, shaking the hand before he turned to the rows of wooden baskets with a thoughtful expression, the teeth clicking.

"Well, that would be particularly nice-" Daniel answered, stopping when Baelohr turned and gratified him with that genuine smile.

"Perfect! It won't take long!"

Surprised by the abruptness, Daniel hovered near the Oni as they passed by the rows and further into the changing room. That Onsen revealed itself to be more complex than guessed. Following Baelohr, the Shark found a tiny parlor, with the regular hitting a bell.

The moment after, the Receptionist appeared from below the counter. And Daniel, as expected, nearly jumped from the sight. On the other hand, Baelohr was casual about it as he spoke with the other Oni, pointed to Daniel, and smiled. Then he stepped away once the man nodded.

"What is-" asked the Shark, only to stop when Baelohr's massive hand was on his shoulder.

"I came here to order more tea, but it's my luck we've met, Daniel," said the Oni. He turned Daniel, made him follow and adapt their pace so they walked side by side. "Your aura is peculiar, more than anyone I had the pleasure to see here. Are there any mystics in America?"

"We have a few," admitted Daniel, thinking about his hometown, then Sanctum. A few heroes did have some mystical powers, but they were oddities. "They're rare, and I never interacted with them. Is this important?"

"Well, my Friend, we have much to learn from each other. But let me be your guide and show you around."

By showing him around, it seemed the Oni went for a guiding tour around the multiple pools for the majority of customers, and private ones. The place was absurdly big, with many ponds separated by courtyards and gardens, some surrounded by stones or plants.

Their size varied from massive, welcoming more than twenty customers, to small ones that could house two persons at maximum capacity, all still public. Beyond were a dozen private rooms, closed to prying eyes.

More than that, the Oni seemed to know each of the regulars and walked with the peace of a Buddha as they passed by all the mutants that looked like Yokais from the Japanese archipelago.

It was an eerie sight, especially after he saw the fourth couple rubbing against one another. It was then Daniel noticed one detail: at no time did he see a woman.

After that, when they walked close to another private room, he heard something rather... Brutal, with many cries and a scent even the sulfur couldn't hide.

"Hmm. Baelohr?" he dared to ask as they had almost returned to the entrance, one garden away from the changing room, except the Oni had taken a sharp turn left in the direction of one door he opened without minding it.

"Yes, Daniel?"

"This Onsen. There are no women or normal people here. And-"

"Are you asking if this is a cruising place for our kind?"

The abrupt question took Daniel off-guard. But the Shark nodded while his guide ushered Daniel inside. It was another private room, but way bigger.

Its first half was an Engawa, covered by a wooden roof with couches on the side. The temperature there was warm and agreeable. On the right corner, he even saw a private shower, but more of the room seemed to be there for relaxation. Adding to that was a little table with a tray on it. A fuming teapot, cups, and biscuits were all arranged to please the eye.

Beyond the roofed cover was a stone garden, with a path leading directly to a steaming pool surrounded by bamboo and little demonic statues spewing that warm water. And like before, everything here was calm, peaceful. Even the Shark's steps seemed muted as he entered.

"This is my favorite room," said Baelohr, behind Daniel. But he then picked up the pace and the tray while shuffling to the hot source. "It is intimate. Nobody tries to peek inside. It's comfortable. Can you imagine how many men ask me out when I'm here?"

The Oni chuckled, stepping on the stone path while the Shark followed, watching around to see the garden encompassed by bamboo walls. Nobody could watch them.

"But yes, this is a place for cruising. For a moment, I thought you were here for this too, and you were putting a front to seduce me," confirmed the Demon, placing the tray on a flat stone.

Instantly, Daniel lifted both hands to put a stop to that accusation, his face burning from embarrassment and shame.

"Wait! No- Not at all! It's not like that! I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare to fake my attitude!" he said, fumbling on his words before he lowered his hands. "I mean. You are attractive and nice where it matters, but I am not looking for... Erm, cruising."

With the last words uttered, Daniel felt his feet be heavy, like attached to concrete blocs. No, even his muscles were stiff.

"Cute."

Daniel's eyes lifted to Baelohr, watching the sat and old Oni chuckle while filling two cups with tea.

"I figured that. This is why I invited you here. The regulars would take a keen interest in you," added the red-skinned giant, offering a fuming cup held carefully in one of those massive hands.

Daniel accepted it with both hands, watching the green mix. The beverage was so colored and foamy he couldn't see his reflection. One finger at a time, he adjusted his grip and brought the warm drink to his lips... And emptied it in one gulp.

It was warm and soothing. Especially soothing when its warmth spread inside him, relaxing his muscles. He sighed.

"You needed it, right?" added the Demon, prompting the tea kettle forward. With one hand, he refilled Daniel's cup. He then patted one stone at his side so they would both take seats.

His eyes drifting, the Shark minded his tail as he sat by the massive Oni on a rock, inches from the steaming pond. Already, he felt the steam filling his nostrils and unclogging his nose while the Demon sipped as if nothing happened.

"So. Why did you invite me here? To protect me from the regulars?" asked Daniel, holding the beverage but not emptying it yet.

"Hmmm, no," answered Baelohr, taking another sip and his sweet time with it while Daniel's black eyes looked at him. "Your aura is peculiar, and you said there are mystics in America but never encountered one. I am positively curious how this is possible."

Still eyeing down the tea, Daniel exhaled. And this time, his sip was longer. There, the warmth from the beverage was faint but lasted longer.

"I admit I would like to know how live the mutants in Japan."

"Mutant? Is that what you are called in America?" asked Baelohr, setting the cup aside to turn toward his guest with one leg over the other. And a quick glance revealed something pendulous hidden behind the towel.

"Well, that's the term we use. There's meta-humans on official documents, but nobody uses it, too much of a mouthful. What about you? Is this different in Japan?" answered Daniel, brushing the terracotta with his thumb.

"We use the terms Yokais. Or Oni, in my case. But... Your government recognizes your status? How curious. I have never heard of this from the United States."

To this remark, Daniel looked up to see the foggy sky above, thoughtful.

"I am more surprised Japan hasn't done so. It's such a big topic ever since Sanctum allowed for the presence of Heroes. Even the European Union followed," said the Shark.

He then returned to Baelohr, noticing the wide golden eyes.

"You have heroes in this... Sanctum? I knew about the comics, but this... This! I don't mean to be judgmental, but you must be pulling my leg!"

To this, Daniel retorted by puffing his chest a bit: "Well, I am!... Was a hero."

He deflated, his shoulders dropping, then sighing. Baelohr's attitude didn't seem to change.

"My alias used to be Jaws, like the movie. I had the profile for it and the talent to use those teeth," said Daniel, pointing to the rows of serrated teeth. "But I had to stop it..."

With this, his shoulders dropped again, lost in the contemplation of the cup he had emptied. He had removed the water collar, but its presence still weighed on him.

Baelohr remained silent for a moment, visibly perturbed, but still refilled Daniel before he spoke out, solemnly: "I am sorry. That was something important to you."

"No, it's me. I shouldn't unpack it on you," mumbled the Shark, raising his palm up. But Baelohr was looking away, thoughtful.

"I have never heard of heroes here. The Yokais must hide and keep to themselves. Walking out in the broad daylight without hiding our faces seems..."

"Nice?"

The Oni turned to the Shark at the word and nodded. His smile had disappeared, but there wasn't any sadness on those traits... Merely curiosity.

"Nice would be the word. Hmmm... Can you talk to me about this Sanctum? Where you live?"

"That... I can do!"

Sanctum in itself was to have been a prototype of a city in the East Coast in the effort to rebuild the infrastructures along the shore. But on the former ruins, the city had become a HUB joining the Asian continent before it seceded with its laws and army. Laws that allowed citizenship to any meta-human as well as the creations of intervention forces named Heroes. A place that was to be a utopia if not for the trouble caused by the mutations and powers that ensued.

"And so... The Nu-Ribos Spire is where I work," explained Daniel, using his hands to represent a building separated into four towers conjoined with covered bridges.

"I have never heard of that name," added Baelohr, still confused as before despite the Shark's explanation.

"It's probably why I am here. Or rather, I am here to protect my Boss who's in Japan to open a regional branch. Even if I'm a useless eye-candy for him."

"You're not useless," replied Baelohr in a low tone, almost a growl that made Daniel stop and tip his head. "Even if you don't believe in yourself, someone else does."

That... The Shark knew it. But it was hard to oppose his fears and worries. His hand scratched his belly and abs, feeling the scales answer back in sturdiness.

"I think someone believes more in my dicks than my talent," scoffed Daniel.

"Dicks? Or Dick?" answered Baelohr, his expression changing to a hint of surprise.

"Dicks," chuckled Daniel, raising two fingers before the Oni. "That's what caught my boss' attention. That and my formidable looks."

"You look formidable, indeed," confirmed Baelohr, much to the shark's dismay.

"I was sarcastic."

"And I was serious, Daniel. Deprecating yourself doesn't make you justice. Perhaps you need something to take your mind out of those dark thoughts."

The eyes still on the stone he had stepped on, Daniel mused. He could leave, try to take a private room, return to the hotel and face... No.

The Shark exhaled, stretched his neck upward and cracked it until he turned to the beaming Oni: "You're right. I hope your "something" works well."

A sentence the Shark came to swallow back, only a few minutes later.

Following it were many raised eyebrows and questions, many of which were lost in the flurry of fear and apprehension.

In the end, though... Well, Baelohr's lap was rather enjoyable, so was his hand. Muscular, with a delicious amount of fat, the large red-skinned Oni had thighs comparable to tree trunks, and sitting on them was easy, though Daniel kept his towel beneath his ass to avoid chafing. Leathery as Baelohr's skin may be, he didn't want to leave the gracious man sore or sanguine, more than usual, by the end of that "something".

With his tail behind the leg and serving as a balance, the Shark's firm butt had the whole lap for itself. On the other hand, Baelohr's massive palm had Daniel's right pectoral, digging those rough digits within the muscle.

It was relaxing, feeling the rough scales pulled while the tension beneath was massaged, squeezed, released. For days, Daniel had been so tense, so rigid, and only now was he feeling all that tension relieved by that Demon's big hands.

Moreover, the man's breath was a whisper away, from that massive chest raising and lowering at a regular pace while Baelohr opposed the sturdy pecs with more might until one side had to give in.

Although, the result of such "opposition" was a landslide victory as Daniel grunted and his tail weakly swept the air.

"It feels good, right?" asked the burly Oni, his voice low and gruff like a Dragon.

"Hrmphh, yes. That's reallyyy good. That's some power?" said the Shark, unsurprised if it were so. But no, the Oni shook his head to refute that affirmation.

"Only experience. You're not the first one needing that attention," retorted Baelohr with that white grin, his other hand massaging that red belly and... Holding onto the towel.

"Hrmphh, don't stop," said the Shark, extending a hand to guide his host toward his pectoral again.

Ignoring the sheer peace, the experience of delight, or the peace that swarmed Daniel's muscles was impossible. It spread like a fuzzy feeling growing and permeating his chest. It crept onto his spine, released along his jaw and nose. How long had he been gritting his teeth or tensing his legs?

Even his toes curled without so much of a thought: he had been so racked with pain and worries.

Each of them melted away beneath the Oni's palm until his jaw slacked, his eyes half-closed, and his tongue stuck out.

"Daniel?"

"Hmm?" answered the Shark, humming an answer.

"Daniel."

This time, Baelohr's tone had become assertive. Enough to pull the Shark out of the moment. He glanced at Baelohr, seeing those golden eyes darted down. And followed them to see what was evidently a bulge beneath his towel. Well, their towels.

Both sported a bulge.

In different circumstances, Daniel would have offered excuses and bowed until he folded in two. But Baelohr's hand still held and massaged him. There was no need to be afraid, to push back.

With a wicked grin, the Shark pulled on the fold cinched around his waist, undoing it until the front dropped. And revealed he had not lied to the Demon.

Unlike the many, Daniel sported two cocks horizontally aligned, both humane in shape despite the soft

scales covering the base that gradually shifted into smooth and rosy flesh as the foreskin pulled down and both glans were revealed at the tip of the 9-inches shafts.

The two dripped, stood erect amidst the fuzzy and hairy groin. Hairy, much like the Shark's massive testicles that hung onto Baelohr's thighs.

"I guess I really like that massage. Is that experience?" said Daniel, a tad slurring as he turned to face Baelohr, who had started to pull on his towel too. Contrary to Daniel, he wasn't sitting on it, so removing it was a matter of an instant before the white textile was set aside.

"I have that effect. From experience."

Both laughed. Each admired the other's body.

Dwarfed in height by the Oni, Daniel was also dwarfed by the unique scarlet cock the Oni sported: Long, wide, heavy, and steamy; it was closer to compare this to a bat than a cock. Much like the demon's testicles that were just as hairy as the rest. And their sizes... Wonderful.

"You're way bigger," commented Daniel, chuckling and inching closer to the Demon's belly until he had to pass an arm above his host's shoulders.

"But you have two. You are truly gifted," answered Baelohr in kind.

Through those strange circumstances, it didn't strike odd for Daniel to push his right dick down with the tip of his index until one pointed up and the other down. He then rotated his hips to slide the scarlet cocktip between them, sandwiching everything and keeping them together, rubbing and sticky with precum.

"You said I look formidable?"

"I also said I didn't believe you to be there for cruising. What do you want, Daniel?"

Half a second. That was all needed from Daniel before he drew his hand to that erect red cock. With two fingers, he pulled on the foreskin to uncover the glans, watched the skin glisten. He peeled it off until the whole tip was revealed. He dragged it up, inciting a moan out of that giant Oni. One followed by Daniel's smirk.

"I want more."

A chuckle came from the Demon, his lips splitting in that grin: "Aren't you a creature of lust, haha."

Baelohr's left hand slipped away from that distended red belly, leaving it alone while he reached for the Shark's chin and guided him to his face. Although there was a bit of confusion about how to proceed, the Oni finally tilted his head, and so did Daniel in the opposite way until their mouths met.

At the contact came the taste of warm tea and then salty saliva as their mouth joined, their lips opened, and their tongues danced together. The Oni was the one to prod and advance the most, but Daniel coiled his tongue around the invader in an attempt of a caress that felt surprising. And tempting.

Their bodies intertwined as a red hand departed from Daniel's pectoral to descend along that fuzzy belly, then his sides, until the Mutant's tail was set aside. One finally got a grip and a handful of those cheeks. Despite working inside an office, the Shark's glutes were prominent and a handful, tense to the touch but melting until the Oni's massages. Those red fingers were divine, and Daniel's moans proved it. His silenced huffs resonated with Baelohr and amplified his hastened breath.

This was the mere beginning, however. Both men explored each other. Soon, Daniel's left hand grabbed Baelohr by the side, almost holding onto one tempting love handle to keep himself from falling. All so he could explore the shaft, grip the foreskin firmly to pull it down, and expose that glans in its steaming magnificence before concealing again.

But he was not using his index and thumb to do but his palm: he pressed it against the hanging shaft's lower side while his fingers crept downward to have a feel of the base. Just... Just a feel.

"Baelohr," grumbled Daniel through one short breather. "Let's do somewhere else."

The Oni watched the Shark, then the entrance of that private room. Especially the Engawa part covered by a roof.

"You have something in mind?" said Baelohr, digging that ass and spreading it apart to slip a finger within that sweaty crack and titillate what is in-between.

"I do. It'll be more comfortable and you'll love it."

It was, indeed, more comfortable.

Perhaps the Onsen's owner would be a bit frustrated if he saw this directly, but the two men were certain that place didn't mind frisky couples.

The couches in the Engawa part of the room were perfect for one person, at best, though none fitted Baelohr.

However, with the Shark removing the mattresses to throw them on the ground, the Oni was able to lay on his back with minimal pain and a more comfortable bolstering.

All aligned, all was perfect not to torment his back as he watched Daniel squat above him. The tail raised, the Shark possessed a fine ass with a slight tuft of hair creeping onto the back of his scrotum. But his ass and the crack in between were devoid of pilosity. Nothing that would hinder someone from reaching between those muscled cheeks and inhaling the natural musk coming from Daniel's ass.

The rim looked tight, innocent, but by squatting it, he exposed... No, that Shark offered it to Baelohr by lowering his body.

Closer, closer.

The Oni's hands grabbed the cheeks, guided them until they were only an inch away from him, the tight orifice a breath away from the demon's hungry mouth.

"Is- Is this good, or should I go lower?" asked Daniel, his tail sweeping the air while his dicks spurted more precum.

"Don't move, this is perfect," answered Baelohr.

Grunting, the Oni lifted his head, closing the distance between that mouth and that ass. He even grabbed the Shark by the tail as he plunged his nose below it. His lips were right in front the tight pucker with all the warmth coming from it.

On his face dripped the sweat from the man, filling each breath with the musky aroma while its source stood a tongue-tip away from Baelohr.

A tonguetip, a caress, a push.

A moan escaped Daniel, his mouth opening wide as he sensed the Demon's tongue circle around the tender pucker and press it. The Shark was not as innocent as he looked to be, but he still managed to clench the orifice tight and block any intrusion. Although... He gasped and released the tension, unclenched the sphincter.

Within the second, Baelohr's tongue was inside, pushing and nagging the inner walls while their owner released his knees and heaved from the sudden intrusion. That tongue, warm and humid, pushed every button from Daniel as it wormed further.

And in return, the Oni tasted the clean flesh inside, the raw aroma given off by that ass as it lowered... Lowered. Lowered until Baelohr was back laying on the mattresses, and his hands cupping the cheeks to keep them apart as he was eating that ass out.

Squatting, breathing, moaning from the constant assault, Daniel was not entirely done yet.

And even though his movements elicited more grunts from his partner, he leaned and stretched his upper body forward.

His cocks rubbed a bit against the Oni's belly, his balls were slathering sweat onto the Demon's pecs. Baelohr, behind, kept pushing his mouth between the cheeks. It took time, it was slow, steady.

Finally, Daniel found what he had been looking for.

Beyond that round red belly was Baelohr's erect shaft, a monster whose perfumed flesh tantalized the Shark's sensitive nose.

His nostrils filled as he inhaled, making the back of his nose tingle with envy. He pressed two fingers on the side to unveil the glans once more, watching the skin glisten. There, he forced more precum to ooze onto the foreskin and beyond before he closed his eyes.

And breathed, savored the moment.

He opened his lips, stuck out his tongue further than before, and lowered his head. Lower, lower until he sensed the heat against his tongue, until it tingled his lips, until...

Daniel stroked the shaft with his tongue, giving in and tasting the salty sweat and precum sticking to it. He touched and stroked it, coating the shaft with his saliva while his tongue danced and rolled over the red skin: first near the top, in the folds of the foreskin; next, lower as he teased the veins pulsating beneath and the ticklish base.

In doing so, he tasted and measured the shaft, estimated its length and width, foretasted its presence in his mouth.

If he hadn't already been slobbering over the shaft, Daniel would have been drooling all over himself and the Demon's pubes: everything from Baelohr was pleasing.

Even the audible grunts and licks coming from the frustrated Oni, seemingly unpleased to not have already his dick into some wet hole, rang like music. Moreover, the tapping on his left asscheek did amuse the Shark as he bent more and arched his back.

He had to slip forward. He did. He allowed the cocktip to slip through his lips, between the retracted teeth and minded jaw, right near the base of that tongue.

And he closed everything.

He closed his lips around the shaft, suctioned the air. He locked everything tightly until he heard the Oni's groans in the back, an approval he had awaited before moving forth.

His head lowered, the Shark used his prehensile tongue to guide and caress the shaft as it punched forward within the large and long mouth, accommodated by the moist touches.

Baelohr may have been someone big for his size, which was impressive enough, but Daniel had resources.

The Shark's black eyes closed, the base of his tongue moved and circled, rubbing against the scarlet cocktip while it nearly prodded the uvula. Then passed through, stealing a gargle from Daniel as he fought against the sensation. His body wanted to refuse the penetration, but he... He relaxed, he breathed, he exhaled, he inhaled.

There, the pressure disappeared. Replaced instead by the tense sensation of the Demon's shaft pushing down his throat. The Shark's eyes teared. It was... He could have been proud at the moment if not left gurgling and slobbering onto that cock as most of its length had already passed inside.

Inch by inch, Baelohr's manhood had slipped through and nudged his tongue. It had disappeared, nothing remained exposed, and Daniel's mouth encompassed the whole length.

Then more. In a wet plop, he forced his lips open and moved his tongue down. Prehensile, he moved the tentative appendage down until it was onto the Demon's sweaty pubes and worked around the base of that cock. Then... Further down, onto the Oni's massive and sweaty scrotum.

His mind focused on everything he felt beside his strained uvula: sounds, smell, even the currents.

Contrary to the muscles, Daniel didn't feel any electricity passing through them as he rubbed his nose against the sweaty skin. But he could feel the heat permeating from them, the weight even as he pushed along the gravity on the tight scrotum.

Those pubes were a well of sensations, of those rough hair rubbing against his scales as he nudged them and evoked laughs from the Demon. And scent. The pungent smell of semen and sweat clung to them despite the faint odor of perfume and soap.

Right as he was about to take another whiff, Daniel felt a sudden movement as his hips were lifted and his cheeks pried apart further, followed by a warm breath onto his perineum.

"Are they smelly enough?" asked the Oni behind, his gruff voice shaken by his sudden inspiration before he delved back into the Shark's tender holes.

Again was that tongue prodding and attempting to take away gasps and whispers, although Daniel refused to give in and... Clenched his eyes.

It was true he had taken his sweet time to explore Baelohr's groin.

The eyes closing, one hand reaching for the mattresses and the other to grab the Oni's left thigh, he lifted his head. A gurgle, as expected, followed the slow retreat of the shaft and its pull on the Shark's uvula. It moved, just enough for the length to slip and saliva to spill through the lips. One second, two, three, four... One inch, two, three, four.

Daniel's throat relaxed, eased off. His nostrils opened wide again. The perfumed air tempted the Shark's sense of smell and promised he would get more.

Then he bobbed his head down.

One moment, one instant. He gargled, he felt tears form at the corner of his eyes, but he forced his head down. That cock tip punched through his uvula, stretched his throat, bulged a bit.

He felt the lack of air, reduced to a trickle.

Then he bobbed up, gurgling as the throbbing shaft pulled and dragged.

Then down. Then up.

Soon, the separation between the gargles and gurgles was a matter of a split-second, as spit trickled and was sprayed all over the Oni's pubes.

It was messy, it was ugly, much like those tears streaking across Daniel's face. But the Shark forced himself, pushed his head down whenever he gasped, and looked for air.

His nostrils tickled by the bush of black hair were not enough. His fingers slipping from the thigh repeatedly and inadvertently were not enough. His eyes squinting and losing focus were not enough.

Was not enough his mind slipping and losing touch with the sensation. Losing everything but the Oni's presence as he swallowed down without a pause.

However, it was... Pleasing. Liberating. Like a need or a want he had never felt.

He was throwing himself at it, throwing his head down until he would feel the twinge and bulge in his throat. Then up, grazing the whole dick with his tongue to capture the aroma spread over the veiny skin.

And when the tip was about to depart, to leave, down anew.

He had never done it before with his boss, couldn't. Never with his previous boyfriends. But here he was unleashing something he-

"S-stop!"

The distant voice echoed in Daniel, distant enough for his focus to return to his slobbering mess.

What he couldn't disregard were the hips moving and the hands trying to lift his chest.

Finally, he stopped. His head slowed down, his lips released. In a chaos of precum and saliva, he let out the dick from his mouth and turned his head to look over his shoulders. And step aside.

Below him, Baelohr looked no better than him.

His face was covered with saliva and sweat, sticking to the beard and hair that had been unfortunately touched. But the Oni's heaving and breathing were something akin to those marathon runners.

Even now, as he looked at his work, Daniel saw the shaft glistening, polished, and ready to perfection. No spot had been left untouched. Even the testicles looked cleaner despite the strands of hair sticking to the red skin.

"Oh, you're voracious. Are you not... A Demon, too?" commented the Oni, his golden eyes glimmering with awe and amusement.

"I-" began Daniel, noticing how coarse his voice was. He stopped and reached for his throat. He massaged it, then spoke, still as coarse: "I... Was into it."

A poor excuse, he admitted. Especially as his tears hadn't yet dried from his face. That was miserable and ugly... Though he now noticed how humid his asscheeks were: they were slightly sticky... Worse was his asshole as each movement reminded him.

"Well, I was about to burst," said the Oni, his face red.

However, Baelohr hadn't ejaculated, and his erect cock, spurting with precum, stood as a "hard" reason for him to tap his thighs. He beckoned the Shark to approach and turn, so Daniel followed.

He bestrode the Demon, one leg on each side while a part of his weight was on his partner's belly.

Behind him, poking below his tail, was the red dick that nudged the cheeks.

"We'll take it slow. Follow my lead," grumbled the Demon, still out of breath.

He still managed to raise two hands to lay them on Daniel's thighs, holding onto the muscles while he employed his thumbs to push his partner's waist. They enjoined the Shark to follow, to back down and no longer weigh on his partner. Behind, the nudging cock turned into prodding.

It pushed through the cheeks while slipping along the tail towards the spot joining it with the Shark's spine. It tickled the soft-scaled skin as its angle shifted. Finally, it slipped between the glutes, held between them like a hotdog.

That was the exact way Daniel would have described when he clenched his cheeks and wiggled them a bit. Just enough for Baelohr to sense the stroke onto the skin and the grip. But nothing more as the Demon still held onto the thighs.

The old Oni hindered his movements, willfully: "Let's do it carefully."

However, even if his hands and voice spoke of something, Baelohr's face divulged something different with his clenched jaw and dripping lips. Even those golden eyes, darted at the black ones, squinted from the effort.

"Don't... Worry," began and breathed the Shark, straightening his back while setting his tail on the left side. "I am ready."

It was a brash and harsh whisper, hoarse and coarse from the deepthroat. Followed by Daniel arcing his back to spread his cheeks with his bare hands, maintaining them apart.

His breath slowed, reduced, abated. He focused on the Oni's cocktip nudging his hole. Just a little more.

The hips moved, still slowed and hindered, but not stopped.

"Hrmphh," vocalized the Shark. He felt the cocktip brushing his gaping and dripping asshole. He savored the cock's warmth spreading against his pucker.

Below, Baelohr clenched his jaw and raised his lips until the ivory teeth revealed themselves entirely. Sweat dripped over the scarlet skin, trickling and caking the brows and hair.

Such an effort only to contain himself.

One Daniel broke by forcefully lowering his lips and letting the cocktip slip through his hole.

The first inch was always the more difficult, as it spearheaded through his hole, pried it open. But it felt easy. Better than any time with his toys or some flings, rougher than with anyone else. It slipped within and rubbed his insides the good way.

So good he lowered his hips further, slipping more than a quarter inside. And it still felt easy, too easy. Even if the sensation of fullness in his gut was intense.

"Fu- Fuck," Daniel groaned without heeding the voice below. His ass spread by the Oni's mast, he lifted his digits out of his cheeks to reach for his guts. And feeling them, distended.

A change that increased as his hips lowered themselves further down, and more of that demonic cock punched through his distended rim.

"You- You're tight," grunted a voice below, Baelohr's. No, not a grunt, a cry as the massive Oni had his whole body enduring the sensation. From his toes to his neck, everything was either curled, contracted, or clenched. Even the Host's face looked pained while his fingers dug into Daniel's thighs.

His dick had been almost sucked dry by that Shark. And that American's asshole squeezed the scarlet dick all the way inside from the tip to the limit of that sphincter.

And it kept giving, as that man kept lowering and impaling himself over that mast.

Steadily, all of it ended up... All of it ended up inside, stealing whimpers and harsh wordless whispers from both.

"Are... You with me?" mumbled Daniel, his voice coarse. His belly was on fire, outstretched to the point his delineated abs had disappeared and replaced by the bulge from Baelohr's dick. If... if he so desired, he could even feel the pulse through the distended skin when it was not the warmth and fulfilling lust in his guts.

His toes squeezed the ball of his foot while his tail had to be lifted unless it would hit the Demon's legs in its sweeps.

The demon had released his jaw and now heaved, his golden eyes fixated on the wooden roof covering them both. Saliva dripped from his mouth while fingers hadn't stopped their embrace around the Shark's thighs. His legs were relaxed... But his body far from it.

"You- You're fully... All taking inside," moaned the Oni, astonished.

"Ye- Yeah. It... Was easier than I expected," chuckled in return Daniel, his voice reduced to a grumble.

"I'm entirely inside," mumbled Baelohr.

Next, a red hand lifted off the thighs, abandoning the tensed leg to rise and meet with the Shark's hands. With his cock he could feel through the skin.

And... He laughed.

"You- You're formidable!"

"I- don't know if I should take it as a compliment!" retorted the Shark, laughing for a second before it broke into a grumble. "I'll... I'll move. Help me, big guy."

Leaving the belly to Baelohr, Daniel moved his hands for another purpose: one went behind himself and reached for the ground as a support while the other moved under his erect cocks, hairy scrotum, and right for the perineum, so he could lift his genitals.

His position shifted, his back straightened while he pushed on his legs, and... Schlorp!

The sound of the cock sliding out of the clenched rim, along with the precum and inner fluids, halted Baelohr's hand while the Shark kept pushing.

His hole gave in, the cocktip nudged backward while the soaked base slipped out and lowered itself.

"I- I'll regret this tomorrow," groaned Daniel, his body threatening to fail on him as he adjusted his position.

But then, he was angled and squatting above the Demon, his thighs spread and most of his weight now on his feet. His sore knees were already thanking him, but he knew he would soon hate it as he lowered again.

Much like the first time, the cock's penetration was so easy, seamless even. It rubbed his sphincter and prostate, then went further until it bulged through.

But this time, he was not looking for a simple penetration. Daniel knew it. Baelohr knew it. Anyone who would listen to the door knew it.

"Rea-dy?" The Shark asked his partner, the same whose red fingers had shifted to grab his ass.

"Ready. Do it."

With a grunt, Daniel lifted and was lifted, supported by Baelohr's massive digits digging into his cheeks and massaging them. His body lifted, his tail swept. And right as the cocktip dared to slip out, Daniel lowered himself.

Slowly... At first. But it didn't last. Not when both yearned for it.

Slow became fast, careful became bestial. The silence turned into a chaos filled by the sound of the Shark's heavy nuts hitting his partner's round belly in a thunderous clap echoed by that ass meeting with the thighs.

"HRMPhh! F- Faster!" growled Daniel, even though it was he who called the tune.

A tune he didn't reduce or slow as his squatting body was hard-pressed against Baelohr's tights in each drop, followed by a long, arduous rise. He grunted, he growled, he gritted his teeth, he slipped?

Below, Baelohr's weight had shifted and taken with him the Shark, yet those large hands held onto his ass and side to not let Daniel fall.

The Oni moved, shifted, and gruffly spoke as his dick pulled out from Shark's inside in a wave of fluids: "Let's... Take another position."

His movements were controlled, their bodies united as it was Daniel's turn to lay on the mattresses but on his side. His weight was on his left, helped by his elbows as he was forced to pry his tail away from his body. He even had one leg forcefully lifted while Baelohr slipped in between.

"It's time for Daddy to treat you," grumbled the Oni, laughing despite his gritted teeth.

And treat the Mutant he did as he punched his dick through the rim, opening it with force but without any hint of pain from the bearded Shark.

If there was anything expressed in Daniel's face; that was sheer delight as his traits relaxed and his tongue stuck out, followed by a river of spit.

Beneath the Oni, Daniel's whole body relaxed and eased off. His toes curled anew. His left hand gripped the mattress while the massive man above him bent and lowered himself.

The Oni's hips moved, tenderly and slowly in comparison to Daniel's ride, but that man knew how to massage.

Even at that instant, every knot in Daniel's body was undone by that burning red cocktip. The mere caress on his prostate made his twinned dick drip and spurt more precum right when the Demon reached for his face, lifted the Shark's muzzle, and forced a kiss.

That was rough, intense, tempting. With his right hand, Daniel grabbed his left dick, the most sensitive, and began to masturbate it without waiting for Baelohr's words. He was too busy playing with his tongue, after all.

And his pacing, his irregular movements were so telling about his envy, as much as the grip on his thighs.

"I-... I'm about to-" groaned the Oni, halted by the Shark lunging at his lips for another kiss.

"Do it!" answered Daniel through a breather, feeling his own orgasm nearing by.

It was an ascending slope of tender shudders in his groin, legs, spine, even along his tail. All the while, the Demon kept fucking his ass and then stopped.

Baelohr had stopped, with his dick entirely squeezing Daniel's prostate as it spurted and spewed hot cum inside.

Honestly, it was impossible to tell how much cum had been poured inside at first. None that the Shark cared, too focused on their joined lips and their tender kiss. But soon, he sensed the heaviness join the warmth and filling sensation, concurrent to the orgasm he was feeling close.

He was on the edge, his cocks about to burst, his feet trembling and tensing as if the toes could reach further.

And... There was a flick.

"Fu- FUCK!" shouted the Shark, his body shaking and contracting nervously as he felt himself slip. And yet, felt the sudden release of his two dicks, the cum spurting from them as his squeezed prostate tightened.

He nearly slipped indeed, almost fell onto his back if not for Baelohr's presence bolstering him.

He nearly... He nearly blacked out as he felt his scrotum tense and his prostate clench once more.

But then came the peace, the sensation of the last drops slipping of his urethra, appeasing the warmth in them. He grabbed the left one to squeeze out what remained inside. An old habit he had as he lay panting and groaning, his body sore and yet needy.

"We-... We needed it," commented the Demon above the Shark.

Leading the latter to look at his surroundings. More particularly, the extremely long and twinned trail of cum coming from his groin and extending up to the garden. A long shot that would have been in the world record if... There was such a record.

Once he lowered his eyes, he also noticed Baelohr's bulging dick had turned into a sort of love bump from all the fluids inside. It sloshed, it moved, it swayed at each movement. Yes, he was stuffed, and his skin did complain from the sudden stretching.

"Hrmphh, yeah," groaned Daniel without a hint of pain in his voice.

He felt good here, stuffed and having that immense red prick wedged inside him. It was good. Too good to let Baelohr pull out.

In a movement, he used his tail to pass it behind the Oni's back as he was about to move.

"Hmm, what is this?" asked Baelohr, his voice hinting at his surprise... But something more.

More as the Shark leaned to grab his own testicles and lift them while slightly bending his lifted leg.

"Care for a second round, Daddy?" he asked, grinning ear to ear.

"Oh boy."

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Daniel was positively stuffed. His body felt heavy, not only from fluid. It was also from eating what the Onsen had served them between their sessions as one round became two, then more.

Oddly enough, none of them was truly spent after that. And each time, it was with a renewed ardor they fucked. Until the sky above had turned black.

"Hmmm... Daddy, right?" asked Daniel, nudging his partner's belly with an elbow jab as they stood together under the private shower in that room. It was a cubicle, barely large enough to have them inside. Squished between the stone wall and Baelohr's belly, it was hard for Daniel to ignore the red dick prodding his gaped asshole nor the roundness of his guts after he had been fucked his brain out so many times.

"That was... When we were... I was in the moment."

"Hmm, hmm. I don't mind, that was nice. It has been months since I felt so relaxed," said the Shark, trying to clean up the semen and sweat sticking to his scales as something prodded his backside anew. "That's not an invitation for-"

"I want you to be cleaned, boy," answered Baelohr with his raspy voice, plunging two fingers inside the Shark's butt and scissoring them to spread the gaping asshole and let loose all the cum inside. A stream of fluid oozed out of the gaped asshole down the shower drain without much more noise.

"We won't clog it?" mumbled Daniel, leaning further onto the wall as Baelohr's rough digits worked deeper until most of the fluids were out. And even then, his belly still kept some of its roundness.

"They're made for this. That's a cruising place; remember this," answered Baelohr with that devious grin and attitude.

The man was speaking the truth, however. As the calm in the room returned and without his anxiety, Daniel noticed the sounds coming from the adjacent ones. That place was made for cruising. Meeting Baelohr or any Oni would have been... Easy, in fact.

"Baelohr?" asked Daniel, letting the big man grab the shower handle to direct it between his cheeks.

"Yes? Is there something, Daniel?"

The Shark thought for a moment, crossing his arms and pressing them on the wall, then resting his forehead against them. The warm flow of water was oddly relaxing despite hitting his nethers. But... He couldn't complain.

"I'm staying in the city for a few days. Maybe we could meet again," mumbled the Shark, red in the face. But then a warm hand massaged his right shoulder while the water spray lessened.

"I would love that."

With that, the water spray returned and soon followed the soap and rubbing, reciprocated.

In fact, the rest of their evening together was so calm it passed like a breeze, as baths and saunas were tried one after another. They exchanged names, numbers, niceties as Daniel put his clothes on in the changing room, idly chatting.

The Oni himself desired to stay a bit further, Daniel had to leave.

With kind words, they departed.

"Take care, Daniel. And you're worth it."

"Thanks, Baelohr... I needed that. Let's catch up in a few."

Even the return to the hotel felt like a non-issue for the Shark, his body almost hovering off the ground as he was on the way home. Cloud nine, here he was without all the stress and horror of his daily life. A moment of peace and joy he welcomed with half-closed eyes.

Until.

"Well, you'll see. That place is perfect for us. No one bothers you with the tats or our condition,"

said Daniel, grinning ear to ear.

That day, the sun shined above the city. The rain of the last few days had receded, allowing both Mutants to enjoy a stroll, though watched over by some employees of Nu-Ribos security section.

"How odd. I thought most Onsens were closed to mutants," commented the raspy voice behind.

Daniel's boss had always been... Particular. Especially now that he walked around, taking photos and snaps as if it was normal in the middle of such a crowd.

And... In a way, dragging him into Chiyoda didn't seem to be the best idea Daniel had, in hindsight.

"It is. If... Yeah, here it is!" mumbled the Shark as he looked for the adjacent streets. Most of them were so similar, looking like one another.

But as he glanced there, having passed by the restaurant now full of customers, he noticed the electronic store he had seen last time.

Waiting no further, he grabbed the arm of the Crocodile behind and dragged him along the tiny street.

The bicycles were there, the overshadowing buildings providing their shades, the sushi restaurant around.

"Heh, it's close. Move on!" he said, grinning.

"Slowly! I'm not as young as I look!" answered Big Maw, as he liked to call himself. Big Maw and Jaws... A strange duo, a strange couple of names.

"Nonsense, you're as fit as... Me?"

From a run to a stroll, to a walk, to a stop. Daniel stopped in the middle of the street as he looked at what seemed to be an empty lot. A big hole within the city, a large uncovered land without foundations or anything. A barren strip, lost in the bustling Tokyo. Something so large it shouldn't exist, and yet... here it was.

His grip on the Crocodile released, Daniel's boss took away his arm and looked in the same direction. But he didn't have that same abashed expression.

"Well... Your onsen was supposed to be here?" asked Big Maw, putting his phone aside.

"Y- Yes. It. It... it was there two days ago. And I was supposed to meet Baelohr again," mumbled Daniel, his voice crumbling. "Fuck. It was here!"

"That's alright. Let's go somewhere else. Let's book a whole Onsen for us tonight. I'm sure someone would be happy to receive us. We can have something together."

The crocodile's voice was distant, as much as the hand on his shoulder.

But Daniel followed, avoiding the looks he received from the employees watching over him and his boss.