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Part 1 - Chapter 2
Mahiru asked Hajime to deliver some food and reluctantly, he accepted. Surely it would count as murder if you let a participant starve to death, no? She seemed like she needed to attend to something, and rushed off. I hope she’s okay.
With a tray of milk and bread in hand, he cautiously stepped into the abandoned building, memories of Byakuya's body reeling through him.
He tried very hard to not think about that, the shock and disbelief of it all, a fellow classmate, two even, all of a sudden being gone: completely and utterly gone. But that didn't help anything. He could grieve when they figured out how to get off this island.
To the matter at hand, Nagito Komaeda had been tied up in the old building, apparently in the dining hall. To make him think about his crime? He thought, though he’s not sure Kazuichi and Nekomaru could think of something sly like that. They wanted to keep the rest of them safe, not make Nagito suffer, he hoped. Wishful thinking maybe, but why did he care? He drove Teruteru to murder, no matter how bad Nagito may feel, his actions needed to be dealt with, so Hajime couldn’t help but approve of their actions.
Hajime’s opinion changed however, when he finally walked through that door.
‘Hinata-kun! Oh I am so happy to see you, though I expected Koizumi-san. I am ever so grateful, having a girl feeding me was a little awkward. I must have scared her off with my disgusting aura, no? But yes Hinata-kun, I am so honoured you took time out of your day to see my disgraceful self!’
Jeez. He thought, starting to get used to Nagitos self-deprecation. After he showed his true colours in the class trial - he did expect this to continue, but to this degree? He would say no one deserved that if not for what Nagito had attempted to do just a few days ago.
‘Anyway Hinata-kun, I have quite an important request, if only important to me,’ he chuckled wryly - ‘but I did not want to ask koizumi-san as that would be rude, however, it seems I have no choice now. Oh, how grateful I am to even have the opportunity to ask someone as great as yo-’
‘I’m not in the mood Nagito, what is it? Just spit it out’ There was only so much of Nagito he could handle at once.
‘Forgive me for being blunt, but I am in desperate need of untying, see. I have been like this for a couple of days now, and, well -’ he spurts, faster now, seemingly more desperate to get it out, as Hajime notices a bead of sweat starting to form. ‘I need to… go.’
Go?? What on earth is he trying to say to convince me to untie him from the shackles? He needs to… Go? Oh? Oh.
I can't keep the shock from showing in a small embarrassing hum as he realises. Oh god, that's why he was so glad it wasn't Mahiru that showed up, oh god. He realised now that it was probably obvious. Nagito was sweating profusely, his whole body twitching and squirming, his soft lips parted as if he couldn't breathe at all, eyes red with tears of frustration, cheeks flushed with a scarlet after saying the words. He was breathing so heavily, he could hear its raspy desperation as Hajime watched his chest repulse up and down, and he felt a sudden rush of emotion. An.. arousal. His dick twitched and he started to panic. Now? Seriously? At this? He felt the blood that wasn't rushing downward rush to his cheeks, as he prayed Nagito wouldn't notice. But he couldn't help it. The sheer desperation in his wheezing and the look of want in his greyish green eyes, was doing something to Hajime’s body that hasn't happened since he found himself on this island. Stop it! Now is not the time!
In an attempt to stop Nagito from noticing the rising tent in his jeans, Hajime moved closer to him, putting the tray down as he went.
‘O-okay. What can I do? I shouldn't untie you without permission from the others, but if i go and explain im sure theyll-’
‘No! N-no, please H-hinata-kun’ Hajime’s dick started to throb as his begging was making his raspy cries sound almost erotic. ‘I-I can't hold it for much longer, it's okay just, just maybe if you wouldn't mind, helping me with my clothes?’ His face lit up pink at the words. This must be so awful for him, so embarrassing and that fact made hajime even more aroused. He shouldn't, not like this, but he just simply couldn't resist, not anymore.
Hajime helped Nagito stand up and they walked to a corner of the room, the chain and rope being quite long.
‘Are you sure this is okay Nagito?’
‘Yes! Please just- please’ he whined. Fuck.
Hajime unzipped Nagito’s jeans, and gently, slowly, pulled his dick out.
‘Do you need me to.. Um.. hold it or something? Actually, nevermind. I'll just.. I’ll just do it,’ Hajime whispered softly, not caring about any of his past actions in the moment, only hoping he could spare Nagito the shame of asking Hajime to hold his dick.
He averted his eyes and Nagito… went. He tried not to listen, but did find himself looking at Nagito’s face. He was sweating profusely now, cheeks scarlet, utterly ashamed but also relieved, white eyelashes fluttering and letting out a long, strained, groan. Hajime was in too deep now. This was too much for him. He felt so guilty, but the guilt made it sexier.
As Nagito finished, they didn't move. Nagito's hands still tied up on his chest, gripping so tightly his palms might start bleeding. Hajime's hand is still on Nagito’s dick, not finding it in himself to let go. He knew it was wrong, so, so wrong but he was frozen in the moment, both of them heaving and wheezing, Hajime’s cock harder than ever. Then he realised something. His hips were touching Nagito's waist. If he moved, even an inch, Nagito would feel his arousal. But it was too late.
‘Hinata-kun, you're..’ he trailed off, his eyes darting down and Hajime followed his gaze, realising where he'd landed. His cheeks flushed more, if that was even possible, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears.
‘I-I’m sorry. That's not right, I'm so-’ Hajime tried to pull away, before realising Nagito had grown hard too. Fuck. What do I do now?
‘Its okay H-Hinata-kun. I-I understand. But if you need me, then… I suppose that would be… okay…’ Nagito whispered. Those words were wrong, they both knew it, but they couldn't deny the need anymore, the attraction.
They both said nothing else, as Hajime's hand started to move. He stroked, softly and gently. He couldn't believe that his fantasy - although a very very new one, was coming true. He wanted to ask again if it was okay, if he was allowed, if he was a monster for finding this attractive - moreso to himself than Nagito - but he got lost in the pleasure of Nagito's small breaths, small grunts, small pleas for more. They were silent, with nothing but the faint creaks on the floorboards to accompany their moans and heavy panting. They both grew harder, as Hajimes dick twitched for attention more than he could handle. He found his hand groping at his zipper- desperate.
‘Nagito, can I-’
‘Yes.’ he pleaded, understanding completely.
Hajime let his dick fall out and Nagito almost chuckled at just how unfathomably aroused he had made this boy. So he tended to himself with one hand and Nagito with the other, their escaped breaths almost in sync. They both didn't say anything, as if they might be heard, as if they made the slightest noise they might ruin everything, so they stayed silent as possible, muffling their moans to stay like this for as long as they could. As Hajime thought of his desperation, the way he looked tied up on the floor, he just had to go faster, and found he was going faster to both of them, their precum dripping out all over both of Hajimes hands, slathered on every knuckle. Nagito lifted his still restrained hands to cover his mouth, trying to restrict any escaping moans. F-fuck, he’s…
‘Hinata-kun, I’m-’
‘Me too’ He groaned. Hajime went as fast as he could, hoping to please the boy, hoping he could make him groan again, hoping he could find out where his limits lie. He imagined Nagito tied up, but no more clothes, still so desperate, needing his attention. And just like that, it was over for the both of them, cum dripping down Nagito's jeans and onto the floor. Hajime milked it a little while longer, letting it all come out, every drop, knowing that he had pleased them both enough for what felt like gallons, he smiled.
As they both tried to catch their breath, Hajime zipped up both their trousers and tried to clean up as much of his mess as possible with some tissues that were left from a few nights ago. They were both panting and sweating beads as they sat down, letting the relief wash over them. That was so… good. But Hajime finally realised what he had done. The full extent of his sins became clear.
I jerked off Nagito. After I watched him piss. After he just tried to kill someone. I masterbated to him pissing. I came on his leg. He felt he had never done something so disgusting, so, so- well- gross. He felt so guilty, so much he ended up blurting out his thoughts.
‘Fuck. What have I done?’
Nagito looked up, as if he had just remembered Hajime was there, snapping out of his pleasurable thoughts, and looked equally as guilty.
‘Oh, Hinata-kun I’m so sorry that you had to touch someone as disgusting as myself! I should have much more self control and I am grateful you managed to hide your hatred of me. I must have tricked you in some way if you were willing to do… that for me. You must be so disappointed.
‘No! Nagito - fuck. It's not your fault. It's- I don’t know what came over me. Just - don't blame yourself but… can we not speak of um… that again.’ The colour had returned to his cheeks.
‘Of course Hinata-kun. You must feel very ashamed that you had a lapse in judgement and decide to please myself of all people! But I understand. I will not mention this to anyone.’
‘It wasnt a lapse in- fuck, whatever just… thank you. And, I'm sorry…’
Before Nagito had the chance to protest, Hajime ran- no, sprinted out of the room. What the fuck have I done.