It was a dainty little apartment with no furniture to speak of and a curious lack of personal belongings other than the computer, some books and some photos with Mikado and Kida, Anri appearing on them at some point. It was worse than Aoba had expected. He shrugged it off though, dropped his bag by the door and went inside to have a closer look.

"You want something to drink, Aoba-kun?" Mikado offered.

"Not really." Aoba shrugged.

The futon was still rolled out on the floor since the morning.

"I'm sorry I've invited you despite this mess." Mikado apologized, unsure of what should be happening at this point.

Aoba walked around the room as if it was some art gallery, cataloging his meager belongings in his mind with unnerving obviousness.

"So, what do you want to do on our first sleepover together, Mikado-senpai? Play games? Watch movies? Plot Yellow Scarves demise? Design a new layout for the Dollars main page?" Aoba listed off as if these were viable options when all Mikado could really think about was how warm he had felt back in that alleyway, the warmth radiating from their joined lips shooting through his body straight down to his groin.

Mikado blushed. He had nearly cummed back there.

"Or do you want to do this ecchi stuff?" Aoba suggested in a perfectly neutral tone, quite amused at his own acting ability letting him play it off as something so effortless. He wondered if he managed to trick Mikado into thinking he actually had any experience.

"Aoba-kun, why would you want to do that with me?" Mikado asked seriously.

"Does it even matter?" Aoba asked with a self-assured smile before starting to approach. "I thought only girls needed some sweet words to go with that or else they felt bad."

"Aoba-kun..."

A moan escaped Mikado's mouth when Aoba's hands closed around his neck again. He didn't even try breaking free this time around, concentrating on keeping his eyes open throughout it even though they started tearing up and the tears clouded his vision. He liked the expression on Aoba's face while he was at it. A bit thoughtful but otherwise very sharp and almost cruel. The kind of expression no 16-year old kouhai of his should have ever been displaying. But Aoba-kun wasn't an ordinary kid. It was something that Anri was lacking, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, this rush of excitement he felt around people who were really dangerous. He wanted more of that.

"You're some sick fetishist, Mikado-senpai." Aoba commented, clicking his tongue. He was looking down pointedly and Mikado turned all red instantly when he realized what he was staring at was the erection in his pants. "I should have known. It's always the quiet ones..." He mused before letting Mikado go before he became seriously oxygen-deprived.

Mikado slumped down into his embrace. He was a bit heavy for Aoba's liking though the size difference was too small to be threatening by any means. Aoba was pretty satisfied with the realization that he could have probably beaten Mikado up if he wanted to, with how clumsy the other boy was. He couldn't really say as much about most other boys his age after all.

It was Mikado who pulled them towards the futon on the floor. They fell down on it in a tangle of limbs. It made Aoba laugh really hard for some reason while Mikado was catching his breath with difficulty, his windpipe protesting at the repeated abuse. He was so red it was really endearing and Aoba leaned down to kiss him again, realizing it was somewhat easier with Mikado lying down. He discovered being on top like that was really giving him new possibilities and it was quite easy to push his tongue down so deep it was practically plundering the other boy's throat. Mikado's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. It started getting really hot now that they weren't outside anymore and with how they were both still wearing their outer wear.

Aoba broke the kiss to slide his coat off his shoulders.

"Aoba-kun, did you do this before?" Mikado asked.

"Did what before?" Aoba asked back.

"I mean I... I've heard the rumors about you and Orihara Kururi from your class. About how you stood up to some bullies for her right at the beginning of the school year..."

"Ah... That thing." Aoba smiled delightedly. "Both she and her twin sister kissed me one after the other once. It was really hot."

"So... uhm..."

"I won't tell~" Aoba's smile widened at the thought of his own sheer genius. "Does it matter, Mikado?" He leaned down and asked, dropping the honorific.

"Have you gone past kissing then?"

"Even if I haven't, we can change that, right?" Aoba asked playfully. He was really enjoying himself for some reason, having Mikado under him like that. Aoba was aware himself he enjoyed being in control a little bit too much for this to be normal. "Can we, Mikado?" He leaned down so close his lips were brushing the other boy's while he was speaking, their breaths mingling together.

"I... I think we could." Mikado stuttered out.

"Now?"

"Hmm..."

"Not like any of us can get pregnant or it can cause some problems..." Still, it was a bit crazy to even consider all of a sudden and Aoba was aware there were things at work that were seriously clouding his judgment like his poor erection straining in his pants. "But I want things to be clear first. We're business partners of sorts first and foremost and I need that relationship to stay in a working condition, for the sake of Blue Squares." He reached into the pocket of his discarded coat and fished out the shark mask. He put it over his hand like a hand puppet and shoved it into Mikado's face. "The Shark says: I would be very angry if this ends up in some drama and you two can't work together anymore." He said, changing his voice. "Deal, Mikado? But please, no pens involved."

Mikado smiled at the hand puppet before snapping Aoba's hand away and starting to laugh.

"You're such an idiot." He uttered between giggles.

Aoba scowled, getting slightly red. He leaned down for another kiss to stop Mikado from laughing at him because that was quite disconcerting.

"But say, Mikado, you're not high are you?" He asked after withdrawing from a long heated kiss that followed, Mikado's further giggles lost in his mouth. He was actually happy at a chance to nail down the kissing part with Mikado before embarrassing himself in front of some girl. He leaned down to stare at Mikado's eyes but his pupils didn't seem that badly dilated even though they were quite wide. With apparent excitement.

Somehow, it was such a breathtaking sight. Aoba had been beaten up countless times in his life, simply because of being small, hanging out with street gangs members and having a big brother who didn't like him very much but the more friendly physical contact in his life had been really quite limited so far and this was so unexpected he felt quite unsure about this working the way it did.

It really made him want to strangle Mikado all night long instead of trying to do anything else to him, treading over some uncharted territories. What a stupid thought *that* was, he couldn't even...

Mikado's hand sliding down between the two of them and touching the bulge in his pants tentatively interrupted his train of thought quite effectively.

"Good, I thought I was the only one." Mikado commented.

Aoba grabbed Mikado's erection through his pants so suddenly it made him wince if only not to be left behind. One thing needed to be set. He wasn't going to be the girl.

"Aoba-kun, what are you doing?" Mikado strained to look down only to be met with Aoba's puzzled expression as he was staring at the bulge in Mikado's pants.

Mikado got very red instantly even though he had already been red before but he definitely felt some additional blood flow to his cheeks and ears.

"I'm considering the course of action."

"You know how things *work*, right?" Mikado asked.

"Sure." Aoba nodded, seemingly making some decision. "You? Have you done some research on the Internet, Mikado-senpai?" He asked with a sweet smile.

The ever-deepening blush informed him he'd nailed it down.

"So dirty, Mikado."

Mikado shuddered when a cool little hand sneaked up under his shirt. Some part of Aoba protested feeling the quivering barely there muscles of Mikado's chest instead of more soft and squishy parts a girl would have had but he drowned it out by leaning down for another heated kiss. He had already made up his mind about the kissing part feeling really nice and it was a superb chance to get Mikado attached to him on some level. One he wasn't going to pass up.

Mikado trembled when Aoba's fingers tweaked his nipple experimentally. He squirmed a bit, adding some friction to where their clothed erections were touching, sending a pleasant jolt up his and Aoba's spine.

"Aoba-kun." Mikado spoke up when Aoba's mouth left his after a long messy kiss that left strands of saliva connecting their mouths.

Clouded blue eyes looked down at him questioningly. Something tightened in Mikado's chest at the realization they weren't amber and it was not Masaomi he was fooling around with. But Masaomi had a girlfriend after all, so what had even made Mikado think he would have been interested at all? And the part of Mikado that constantly craved excitement was definitely pleased with what was happening, regardless of with whom.

Mikado was sometimes scaring even himself.

"Mikado?" Aoba asked, discarding the shark mask to the side and sneaking his other hand under the other boy's shirt as well.

Mikado trembled when both his nipples were pinched at the same time, the little nubs hardening between Aoba's fingers in a way he hadn't exactly expected.

"I think we should have a bath." Mikado spoke up.

"Self-conscious much?" Aoba asked with a playful smile.

Mikado actually scowled.

"I think it will make things easier."

Aoba wasn't sure about Mikado's ideas of easier but there was something vaguely disturbing about the way he was staring at Aoba when he'd removed his clothes. It really shouldn't have been as embarrassing as it was considering they were both boys so what the big deal was anyway? Not that Aoba imagined feeling very self-conscious about being naked in front of a girl. It was such a girly thing in the first place to have any qualms about one's appearance after all.

He decided it must have been the way Mikado's eyes lingered on his erection, combined with the painful realization Mikado's was noticeably bigger even as the other boy slid off his underwear. Their appearance was fairly similar either way though. And really there wasn't much to look at.

It really shouldn't have been as exciting as it was.

"So, Mikado-senpai, want me to wash your back?" Aoba asked in a voice that came out so sultry he ended up surprising even himself, pushing Mikado up against the wall.

"Uhm..."

Mikado's answer, whatever it might have been, was swallowed up in a kiss. Some manipulation with the taps, which happened to end up behind Mikado's back, later a spray of warm water started running from the shower down on their heads.

"I like these ideas of yours, Mikado-senpai. Also, it's interesting how you're all flustered about me dropping innocent hints that we're actually on a date and then you make us do this. You're a bad bad boy, Mikado."

Mikado nodded with an uncertain smile, his arms wrapping around Aoba's back. He was quite surprised a guy's skin felt so soft. It was a trait he'd associated with females only in his mind.

Aoba decided soaping up felt really nice because even as he was doing that to himself Mikado's eyes followed the movements of his hands with something akin to longing. He bit back the lewd remark to that. After all, who was he to joke about Mikado being gay in this particular situation?

Mikado felt painfully hard as he was standing under the spray of water from the shower, leaning back against the wall. His hand reached down for his erection almost instinctively. He pulled the foreskin back and sighed feeling the water hit the exposed head.

Aoba pushed him away from under the showerhead quite unceremoniously.

Mikado couldn't shake off the sudden realization that his kouhai was quite pretty, his eyes traveling timidly from his small toes up all the way to his angelic face, lingering in certain areas. The feelings that stirred in Mikado's abdomen at the sight were vaguely disturbing. It was so enticing how easy it would have been to actually act out what they made him want it was really all kinds of wrong.

Aoba interrupted his musings by pushing the soap into Mikado's hand and hopping into the bath with a needless splash which made him giggle like an idiot.

"See, Mikado-senpai, I'm quite a bit of a water-dwelling creature." Aoba explained, splashing the water around happily. "I'm not sure if a shark is the most fitting comparison here though." He sighed.

Mikado thought how it definitely wasn't and also how there should be some laws put into place to forbid Aoba from acting cute.

"Do you want me to try to drown you too, Mikado-senpai?" Aoba asked innocently. "It's almost like strangling."

"No." Mikado leaned down for a kiss and Aoba was quite shocked at how aggressive it turned out to be. Even as his mouth was relentlessly plundered by Mikado's tongue that had seemed to gain some abilities it really hadn't been displaying ten minutes ago but then again Mikado was just like that overall... Aoba decided it wouldn't do to let him be in charge like that.

He jumped out of the bath with as much ease as he'd previously made it in and pushed Mikado up against the wall again, the lack of resistance encouraging him quite a bit.

"We're taking so fucking long here." He complained, feeling Mikado's erection poke his stomach relentlessly, the blush that had somehow dissipated from the other boy's cheeks coming back full force.

Aoba felt right about ready to cum with just that much contact, his own erection brushing Mikado's thighs. The whole occurrence right in the middle of his completely barren sex life was enough to fuel his wet dreams for years, he was sure of that. But there were things he wanted to do and points he wanted to make.

He shook his head, attempting to clear it. So how does one go about having sex with a guy anyway? He raked his brain for information but Mikado's hand kindly supplying the tube of hand balm to him was just the thing that made certain things click in his mind.

"Mikado?" Aoba looked up at Mikado questioningly, attempting to pass it off as acting considerate for his sake even while he felt downright uneasy.

The water dripping on their heads was cooling down but Mikado didn't seem to notice, his eyes boring into Aoba's persistently, an unreadable expression on his face.

Aoba was aware on some level that he was out of his mind with lust at this point which certainly helped to disregard Mikado starting to act somewhat weird which was never a good thing as far as he was concerned. He took hold of the other boy's erection if only to get a feel. His hand didn't close around it quite the same way it did around his own and he berated himself instantly for feeling aroused by the fact that Mikado had a bigger dick than him because that was never something to be happy about.

He was hopefully going to grow some more still.

Mikado drew in a shaky breath and swatted Aoba's hand away.

"Aren't you afraid of getting hurt, Mikado?" Aoba asked softly, reaching behind Mikado's back to turn the water off before it got downright cold. He uncapped the tube and poured some balm on his fingers. "How's your hand anyway?"

Mikado shrugged, promptly hiding it from view. It was red and swollen but the pain didn't even register. It was nothing compared to the throbbing in his length that seemed to have been there for hours. He turned around of his own volition, exposing his backside.

Aoba gave up on trying to figure out what was going on in Mikado's head and bit down on his lip in order to make the haze enveloping his mind clear. It was quite kinky to start out with anal sex but he was also vaguely aware that it was kind of more challenging to get right.

"Aoba-kun, I won't blame you if it will hurt." Mikado reassured him.

Aoba blushed, having been caught in his indecision even as he was trying to seem knowledgeable here. He had a vague feeling that everything that was happening was somehow Mikado's idea and his role was reduced to playing along but for the life of him he couldn't put together the evidence of things really being so in his current state of mind.

But it was like that, wasn't it?

Mikado tells him to strangle him and he does, Mikado kisses him and he follows him home, Mikado turns around and he's attempting to fuck him. It's the strangest kind of equilibrium. But does it really mean he has the upper hand? And wouldn't it be entirely too easy for Mikado to turn the tables on him?

Aoba slid his hand between Mikado's buttocks and towards his entrance if only to quiet down his doubts. The hell this wasn't going to disrupt their relationship. It had too much to do with control not to. He pushed his finger inside tentatively and felling the warm walls close down on it he thought how this was so not going to work.

"Go on... I will... will relax." Mikado stuttered out, intent on seeing this to an end.

His love of excitement must have been really something, Aoba decided, burying his nose in the back of Mikado's neck so he wouldn't have to watch what he was doing, inhaling the smell of damp skin. His tongue darted out to lick tentatively and strangely enough, Mikado opened up after a few more licks and Aoba managed to insert a second finger, the ring of muscles spasming around them. It was very warm and very tight in there and Aoba's erection twitched appreciatively. It was a miracle that he hadn't come already really. Like a dozen times, too. Because he felt about ready to.

His fingers kept on moving deeper quite persistently,

"You should probably try curling them." Mikado suggested in a small strained voice.

"Come on, Mikado. It won't work with us standing up anyway." Aoba spoke up instead, tugging on Mikado's hand urgently. It wasn't going to indeed with him being the shorter one.

It turned out to be convenient that the futon was already rolled out on the floor. Mikado lied down on it obligingly, spreading his legs as if he was doing that everyday and looked up at Aoba with half-lidded eyes that clearly expected something.

Aoba doubted his performance was up to his senpai's expectations considering that as soon as he managed to put the head of his erection inside after a few failed attempts to even position it right the tight walls closing in on him made him cum harder than he'd ever had in his life, several tremors shaking his small body on top of Mikado's even as that persistent stare stayed glued to his contorting face. He couldn't help but slump down in Mikado's embrace, breathing hard.

"I'm sorry." He uttered apologetically.

"No problem, Aoba-kun." Mikado reassured him in a serious voice, his eyes opening up fully.

Aoba looked up into them hoping to see embarrassment to mirror his own but what he found there instead was something very much else. The coldness in Mikado's eyes made his insides clench painfully and he instantly realized it was somehow not a good idea at all to have accompanied Mikado here because now he was at Mikado's place and Mikado was still erect and...

...and he found himself flipped on his stomach before he could as much as blink, a violent bite assaulting his shoulder.

"It hurt a bit, Aoba-kun." Mikado informed him good-naturedly. "But I think I know how it works now."

"Mikado... I... I don't want to." Aoba protested, feeling Mikado's hand spreading his legs.

He had a feeling the touch of desperation in his voice was just what Mikado hoped for in this incarnation of his.

Mikado wanted to tell Aoba how he was looking as if he was made for that anyway, with his small body with its small hands and feet and small dick and sweet little ass and a face that would have made many girls their age jealous but it was more of a general feeling Mikado didn't know how to voice without sounding downright offensive so he kept quiet.

He forced Aoba's fingers still wrapped tightly around the tube of balm off one by one.

"Is it because you expected something different, Mikado? You wanted me to be all cold and scary?" Aoba ventured a guess, his voice breaking by the end. That was something he quite frankly couldn't have hoped to have delivered and Mikado should be really having some mercy.

Mikado squirmed on top of him feeling sperm leak out of him as he moved. He reached down and took a swipe and tasted it thoughtfully before turning Aoba over yet again. Vaguely scared blue eyes looked up at him sharply. Mikado wanted to see them clouded again. His hand slid down the other boy's chest to the pert pink nubs and pinched them one by one.

"Don't..." Aoba protested when Mikado wrapped his hand around his flaccid penis making it semi-hard again with a few squeezes. Aoba turned really red at the notion of getting turned on by Mikado forcing something on him. This was so ruining his front and the balance in their relationship. And he promised himself he was not going to be the girl.

Mikado figured Aoba probably wasn't aware he was only making things worse for his self-control by whining his No's even as he was swiftly getting hard again. Not that Mikado wasn't surprising himself with his new-found passion for his kouhai.

And yes, Aoba was not the one supposed to have the last word about things. It was him leading the Blue Squares and Dollars after all.

Mikado's finger probed Aoba's entrance experimentally. He leaned down to watch with apparent curiosity how it stretched to accommodate it.

"I should have known it was going to end up like that." Aoba huffed.

"I like you, Aoba-kun. A lot. Isn't this what you wanted?" Mikado confessed all of a sudden even as he reached deeper with his finger and curled it, stroking something inside the other boy that made him moan involuntarily.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, Mikado-senpai." Aoba whispered before closing his eyes and letting go, the torrent of sensations overwhelming his body and rendering his mind blank.

Mikado seemed satisfied with his lack of resistance but he took care not to make him cum, withdrawing right when his whimpers got more urgent.

"What are you...?" Aoba cracked one eye open to see what Mikado was doing since he heard him move sideways. "You won't." A hint of warning sounded in his voice.

Mikado had just retrieved his pen from the pockets of his jacket lying nearby.

"This is not funny." Aoba complained, starting to get up. "I'm going home."

"Aoba-kun..." Mikado forced him back down with a persistent push on his shoulders. It was nothing Aoba couldn't have overpowered if he aimed for a right-out fight. But he was starting to realize his resistance was just a show and that there were parts of him that were enjoying themselves thoroughly.

At least Mikado had a vague idea of how to make it feel nice, unlike him. Aoba cursed being such a failure and decided to learn. Mikado was going to pay yet.

"You seem to have done lots of... research." Aoba uttered, squeezing his legs shut only to have them spread right back. "Mikado."

Mikado smiled uncertainly even as his eyes retained that unusual sharpness.

"And you are a sick fetishist." Aoba continued.

"I was just trying to scare you." Mikado said, reaching down with his injured hand to ruffle Aoba's hair.

"Ha ha, very funny." Aoba strained to look at his own back feeling Mikado scribble something there with the pen but he couldn't see it well enough to read. "Don't you want to come, Mikado?"

"Yes." Mikado admitted.

He put the pen aside and took hold of Aoba's chin instead before moving his erection close to the other boy's face and lowering it down into his mouth before he could utter a single sound of protest.

He came the moment the head of his length hit Aoba's palate, filling the younger boy's mouth with his sperm in long spurts.

Aoba spilled it all out as soon as he could, thinking how awfully disgusting that was. And how hot at the same time.

"What are you...?" He asked, brushing off the tears from his eyes and the traces of sperm from his chin vigorously with the back of his hand.

Mikado seemed to still be riding his orgasm, pumping himself hard in a way that must have been quite painful. Aoba blushed when he realized a moment ago Mikado's erection was back and pushing persistently between his buttocks.

His senpai smiled at him sweetly before taking a hold of Aoba's shoulder with one hand and guiding himself inside with the other.

Aoba growled in pain feeling Mikado's erection not only pop inside him but bury itself halfway there in one forceful motion. It was somehow really difficult to breath all of a sudden and he could feel tears wellimg up in his eyes.

"I'm probably better off than you because I already came once." Mikado observed, pushing himself all the way in.

For a moment Aoba felt badly humiliated more so than anything. Mikado's fingers smearing the wetness in the corners of his eyes over his cheeks only served to make it worse. It was like being stabbed with a pen again, only worse. It felt like Mikado was somehow possessing him, his first hesitant moves rocking Aoba's body and everything around and making him feel decidedly out of control. It really shouldn't have felt that nice on top of that. And he shouldn't have wanted more. But that was just what his treacherous body was making him do.

He started panting and couldn't really stop as Mikado moved inside him and then Mikado's length grazed just the right spot deep inside him and he came hard all over Mikado's futon, thinking hazily how it served Mikado right. His passageway clenching rhythmically made Mikado come again too, the warmth of his sperm spreading inside him.

As was to be expected of his caring senpai, Mikado was instantly out of him, up on his feet and rushing to the bathroom.

Aoba lay motionless, not even caring about the obscenity of Mikado cleaning his sperm out of him with unnecessary thoroughness and deep swipes of his finger inside him.

"You're a sneaky bastard." Aoba hissed, having finally regained his wits.

"I know." Mikado admitted with a misplaced timid smile. "Come on, Aoba-kun, let's search for the videos of the fire."

"What fire?" Aoba asked, feeling so tired he was more ready to drop dead than to move anywhere.

Mikado was already putting some clothes on and rushing to his computer. He located a video he wanted swiftly and made it play fullscreen before coming back to Aoba's side, propping him up against his chest.

The warehouse where the Yellow Scarves had been storing their drugs supply was burning in the video, firefighters shouting and running around with the hoses, gas masks on their faces. An excited TV reporter was likewise blocking her mouth and nose with her hand.

Aoba laughed at the idiocy of that. He could have seriously arranged to have that weed sold for good money. If not for Mikado's irrationality.

Mikado kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, his eyes no longer cold and a cute blush coloring his cheeks at the notion of Aoba sitting naked so close to him.

Aoba promptly pulled the covers up to his neck.

"You're not, Mikado-senpai. I hope you enjoyed it too, because it will never happen again." He announced.

Mikado had the guts to smile at him knowingly.

Aoba disentangled himself from his embrace and the futon and stood up.

"Where are you going, Aoba-kun?"

"Do you have a mirror here or something, Mikado-senpai?" Aoba headed towards the door, expecting one there, not caring to put on some clothes first.

He looked over his shoulder at the reflection of his back curiously.

'Can we include this in our deal?' was scribbled there in neat kanji with an arrow pointing downwards towards his backside.

Aoba wondered if Mikado was happy with his response being strangling him yet again.

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