From Partners to Lovers
#19 of Commissions
"A typical lovers' quarrel."
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**A My Hero Academia Fanfiction:
From Partners to Lovers** _by RVasil
Commissioned by: B3atFr3ak
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The sun was slowly peeking over the horizon, casting its bright light and painting the night sky to a vibrant yellow as morning began to arrive. The neighborhood was quiet, save for the occasional passing car and the gentle hum of the streetlights that slowly turned off one by one. People in the neighborhood slowly began to wake up to another simple, quiet weekend. A few early risers were already out jogging in the streets, eager to get their steps in and start the morning fresh and ready.
For people like Azakai however, it was time to make breakfast. With a sleepy yawn he entered the kitchen, making a beeline towards the counter next to the fridge. He took out the ingredients necessary to make their meal. A couple of eggs were cracked, a pinch of salt, and a few minutes later, he was quietly whisking the batter as he waited for the flame to heat up the pan. The smell of brewed coffee slowly wafted into the room as the coffee machine grinded up the beans he had bought from the store a few days earlier. Bread was being toasted on the toaster as Azakai took out two plates from the cupboard for him and his boyfriend.
Azakai was quietly minding his own business when he felt two large hands pull him from behind. He let out a squeak as he was completely caught off guard. His captor planted kisses on the back of his neck. "Good morning," Chojuro greeted, his voice deep and guttural having only woken up.
"Good morning to you too, you big lug," Azakai responded. "Why are you up so early?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Chojuro loosened up his grip on Azakai. "I woke up hungry and smelled food."
Azakai turned off the heat from the stove, putting the freshly made scrambled eggs onto a plate. He turned his head and caught a glimpse of his boyfriend, casually leaning on the counter and watching him work. Unlike Azakai who was currently wearing comfortable pajamas, Chojuro opted to wear a muscle shirt that seemed a size too small for him and nothing else. His lower half was free for anyone to see. Or ogle at, as Azakai did his best not to do so. "Babe," he cried out, "put on some clothes for goodness sake!"
Chojuro's brows rose teasingly. "Oh now you want me to cover up?" He huffed. "You know I sleep with barely any clothes on."
"Well yeah," Azakai said, walking over to the toaster. It had just finished toasting the two slices of bread he placed in them. "But still, maybe put some underwear on. We're going to have some breakfast."
Chojuro frowned, opting instead to walk over to his partner as a devious thought formed in his head. Azakai found arms being wrapped around him once more, pulling him away from the toaster. His protests fell on deaf ears as Chojuro grinded his stiffening morning wood against the fabric of Azakai's pajamas. "What are you doing?" Azakai struggled slightly, trying to loosen Chojuro's grip on him. "Your food is going to go cold."
Chojuro responded by sticking out his tongue and tracing the back of Azakai's neck. Azakai's body responded accordingly, letting out a shiver from the sudden contact. He could feel Chojuro's cock throb as it rested heavily on his lower back, the heat radiating from it seemingly greater than the stove in front of him. "My food is right here," Chojuro breathed heavily into his ear, his free hand groping Azakai's body openly. It didn't take long for him to eventually pull down the pajamas that Azakai was wearing, exposing his boyfriend's cute bubbly ass for him. Chojuro gently bent Azakai forward, making him rest on the free countertop before spreading his boyfriend's cheeks as far apart as he could with his hands. The man's taint and ass winked at him excitedly and Chojuro wasted no time helping himself to his supposed breakfast.
Azakai was unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips. He struggled to keep himself still, his legs shaking and quivering as Chojuro's hot breath washed over him. Chojuro's tongue was like magic. He started off at Azakai's inner thighs, planting wet sloppy kisses as he continued closer and closer to the center. He stuck out his tongue once more, dragging it over the entrance that valiantly tried to keep itself closed. He worked around the edges, teasing the circular ring with the promise of a good time. Eventually, Azakai's body caved. He unclenched his anus enough to allow Chojuro passage. Azakai gasped as he felt the hot piece of flesh enter him. It made his own cock throb once more, releasing a squirt of pre onto the floor. Chojuro kept his tongue inside for a cool minute, wiggling it inside and rubbing the inner walls. He wanted to make sure that Azakai was well prepared and ready for what he planned to do next. Azakai's body seemingly moved of its own accord, pushing back against the slithering invader to try and get more of it inside him. The sensation of fullness was something he began to crave more and more. Chojuro twirled his tongue left and right, inserting it in and out like a well oiled machine. It spread Azakai further, his depths loosening extensively. By the end of it, he was left panting, letting out a low moan as Chojuro grabbed one his buttcheeks and squeezed it playfully. He licked his lips, loving the taste of his man's ass in his mouth.
"Chojuro," Azakai began, turning his head to look at his partner. He was breathing heavily due to his current state of arousal. "It's way too early for us to be doing this."
Chojuro responded with a low growl, followed by an almost playful slap of Azakai's left buttcheek that made him gasp in response. "I don't care," Chojuro continued. "I'm horny." He possessively grabbed Azakai, easily lifting the smaller male off his feet. He walked towards the nearby chair, almost angrily pushing the table to make space and sat down. Azakai's ass hovered above Chojuro's thick cock, the heat radiating from it almost feeling like the burning sun. He barely even had a chance to prepare himself before Chojuro pulled him down, penetrating him right then and there. Even with last night's festivities, and the many times they've done this, it always surprised him at how he could never get himself used to how big Chojuro is. Azakai's ass clenched in protest, trying to desperately clamp down on the invader. He could hear Chojuro growl behind him impatiently, angry at being denied what was rightfully his to take. He was partly halfway and he wanted to bury himself to the hilt. He leaned forward, breathing heavily in Azakai's ears as he slowly lifted him up. "I love breaking you," he said, before slamming him back down on his erect cock. The sensation drove his partner wild, the pleasure and momentary discomfort mixing together to form a crazy brew. Azakai swore he saw stars for a brief moment. His vision darkened and he involuntarily arched his back. Chojuro used him like a cock sleeve, moving him up and down his stiff member to pleasure his raging morning wood. Azakai moaned loudly, no longer caring if his cries of passion woke their neighbors. It sounded like music to Chojuro's ears. With each powerful thrust, he stretched him wide open, his thighs slamming into his partner's buttcheeks. The metal chair they sat on creaked under their combined weights, scraping and scratching the tiled floors. The screech of metal was lost in the cries that came out of Azakai's mouth. Wanting to have more control, Chojuro lowered his hands and wrapped his arms underneath Azakai's legs. He then pulled up, using his massive strength to suspend his partner upwards. Azakai found himself bouncing up and down Chojuro's impressive spire, having no control whatsoever at what was being done to him. Not that he complained however; to him, this was where he wanted to be. A faint bulge could even be seen from his stomach, showcasing just how deep Chojuro was able to fuck him.
Each thrust sent a whirlwind of sensations rocketing all throughout Azakai's body. He desperately tried to hold himself back, but each thrust threatened to bring him to his end. Even Chojuro's pace was becoming erratic. He began to breathe heavily, and his grip on Azakai's body tightened. "I fucking love your ass," he said in between thrusts. "I'm going to fill you up."
"Breed me," Azakai whined. "Please." A content growl came from the larger wolf, his pace increasing to a climactic crescendo. Hearing the desperation, the need, in his partner's voice was all Chojuro needed to bring him to his end. With one final thrust, he hilted himself fully. He let out a long drawn out moan, his erection releasing jets of hot cum into his partner's ass. Azakai could feel his partner's balls quake as shot after shot entered and filled him to the brim. Chojuro eventually winded down, resting his head on his partner's shoulder. The two took a moment to compose themselves, basking in their combined afterglow. It was Azakai who first broke the silence, groaning as he tried to free himself from Chojuro. Like a seal being broken, excess cum freely leaked out of his anus as Chojuro's slowly deflating cock flopped out. It dripped down the sides of legs and onto the floor. "Fuck..." Azakai said, his legs shaking a little as he tried to steady himself. He turned around to see Chojuro with a content grin on his face.
"What?" Chojuro asked innocently.
Azakai pouted. He then glanced at the egg omelet he had prepared earlier that was on a plate atop the counter. "Your breakfast got cold."
Chojuro just rolled his eyes, snorting. "I'm sure it's just as delicious and filled to the brim with goodness like you are."
"Ever the charmer," Azakai remarked. "Now get your sexy ass up. I need to clean up the kitchen."
Mornings were always eventful for Azakai and Chojuro. Their neighbors relegating them as a very...loving, intimate, and romantic couple, given the noises that would emanate from their household both in the early morning, in the afternoon, and late into the evenings. Embarrassing as this was, both of them preferred to be labelled as the 'noisy couple that have endless sex' rather than what they were previously were. True, what their neighbors didn't know was that Azakai and Chojuro weren't exactly 'normal' people.
They were reformed individuals, participating in the Hero Initiative: an initiative meant to turn previous villains into heroes. Or at least, individuals that would help keep the peace and do the things that heroes would be unable to do. It wasn't an easy job, but it was definitely better than being stuck at Purgatory Prison.
Whenever they weren't having sex, they were out doing missions for Agent Zero, their designated handler. Neither Azakai nor Chojuro could tell you much about him. His first name could be Agent and last name could be Zero for all they care to know. What was important was that Zero was their boss and if he was happy, they were happy. Because if Zero was anything but, they'd be out of the Hero Initiative and that meant them being dead men. The tasks Agent Zero gave them were simple and at times being the most random. One time he tasked both of them to fetch him coffee, much to Chojuro's anger at being treated like a personal assistant. It wasn't just any coffee, but the special kind that could only be found in one specific shop, at one specific town, that only opened on specific days. The other time, it felt more serious: Zero tasked them of surveillance. Sometimes it involved staking out a warehouse, other times it involved tailing someone from one end of the city to the other, reporting back on the person of interest's movements and actions. While most of the people they tailed were villains, other times they were just plain civilians. It made Azakai wonder who exactly these people were. Bankers, accountants, and even IT programmers were some of the civilians Azakai tailed over the days he was working for Agent Zero. Whenever his curiosity got the better of him, Zero would just tell him that they were individuals that may have links to criminal activity that involves villains and leave it at that.
The work was fair and simple all things considered, and life felt normal for a change for the both of them. Azakai and Chojuro were partners, always a team that did tasks for Zero whenever there was one. Which was why it came as a surprise when one day, Zero told them of a solo mission.
"...and I think that's about it," Azakai said, finishing his surveillance report for Zero.
Zero nodded. He reached over and took his coffee cup from the table. He gave it a quick sip, the heat of the coffee lightly fogging up his sunglasses. "Keeping a timetable on when Spinner goes off duty is definitely going to be helpful in keeping track of the League of Villains."
"Is something going down?" Azakai ventured to ask.
"We're not sure," Zero answered. "We're hearing rumors and whispers which is why we're checking. That said: good job you two. Clever work on using those mirrors, Azakai. You're definitely better suited for reconnaissance and espionage work."
"Thank you," Azakai answered, feeling his chest swell with pride. "But I couldn't have done it without Chojuro. He helped me fix the mirrors at places where I couldn't reach them."
"I see." Zero then glanced at Chojuro. "Speaking of which, the next mission I have may be a solo mission." Both Chojuro and Azakai's ears perked up. "It's going to be for you, Chimera, so I suggest you prepare accordingly."
"Wait, wait," Azakai interjected.
Zero stood up, seemingly preparing to leave. "Yes, Mirror?"
"We're a team. We don't do solo missions," Azakai answered. "Where he goes, I go too."
"No," Zero answered sharply. "This is a solo mission because of what it specifically entails."
"And that is?"
"I need an operator that has a quirk that relies on strength and brute force. Your skillset is anything but that."
Zero's comment felt like a stab to the heart for Azakai. Hurtful as it was however, it was true. Azakai's quirk allowed him to create mirrors that could be used for spying. He could place them in such a way that it would allow him to see from far off distances. It wasn't an offensive quirk, but more so a tactical one. Azakai was a capable fighter but he could be easily outclassed by someone who actually had an offensive aligned quirk. Someone like Chimera, whose quirk of the same name resulted in him being stronger, sturdier, and faster than Azakai could ever dream of. Together they were a great team. Azakai was the brains and Chojuro was the brawn.
"I agree with him," Chojuro answered, blindsiding Azakai. He thought for sure that Chojuro would at least argue with him. The larger man turned his head to look at him. "Let's face it, Azakai. If Zero needs someone who can take a beating, that's going to be me. Your brains aren't needed for this one."
A whirlwind of emotion surged through Azakai. He expected Zero to think less of him, but the fact that Chojuro easily dismissed him as well felt more painful. "So you agree then?" he hissed. He could feel the heat rising in his body, his blood boiling. "You admit that my quirk is weak?"
"Well yeah, no shit," Chojuro casually answered. He firmly believed that being honest at this moment was for the best. He was unfortunately a simple man to a fault. "I can create shockwaves just from my fucking fists swinging and can shoot a laser beam out of my mouth. All you have is some funhouse mirrors."
At this point Zero had silently moved towards the door, knowing full well that an argument was about to happen. He was well aware of the relationship Chojuro and Azakai had, and equally aware of how dumb Chojuro could be in some situations. But it wasn't in his place to intervene. At least not yet. He wasn't one to get involved in romantic squabbles. "I'll be going," he said mostly to dead air as at this point Chojuro and Azakai were too busy arguing with each other. "Try not to burn the house down," he remarked, closing the door behind him.
"I don't understand how this is a big deal for you," Chojuro continued, trying to sound reasonable. "Zero said he needed muscle, and that's what I am, the muscle."
Azakai fumed, breathing heavily through his mouth. He turned his back on Chojuro, clearly upset and hurt at how his partner viewed him. "I get that, but that's not..." he relented, shaking his head. "I'm going to go get something to drink." He stormed off, leaving Chojuro standing in the living room completely confused.
"Was it something I said?" he asked out loud.
Quarrels were quite rare for the two of them. In all of the time they spent with one another, Chojuro and Azakai rarely fought, seeing as they never really had anything to fight about. They liked the same food as one another and their taste in entertainment complemented each other's interests. Most of the time they were in sync with each other, knowing what the other was thinking and what they were going to do. It was the main reason why they worked so well in the field when doing missions.
Which was why it was puzzling for Chojuro to see Azakai storm off so angrily. He figured it was plain as day to see the difference in their power sets. He was objectively stronger than Azakai. Maybe he was just missing something? Chojuro decided to let Azakai cool off in the meantime, giving his boyfriend some necessary space he seemed to be demanding at the moment. He'll get over it, at least that's what Chojuro hoped.
However, it seemed that this was a problem Azakai decided to carry with him. The man seemingly affixed a permanent scowl on his head, giving Chojuro a stink eye whenever they passed down the hall. At first Chojuro ignored him for it, figuring that Azakai was just being childish. He didn't put it past Azakai given how he behaved at times. But this became all the more clear to him when dinner came and Chojuro was surprised to find that no food was on the table.
"Hey," he said, walking into the kitchen. His stomach was growling and he was hungry for something to eat. His heart sank upon not seeing the typical feast his boyfriend would make for him every night ever since they started living together in the safehouse. "You didn't cook dinner?"
Azakai shook his head. "Cook it yourself," he said, walking past him. "I'm sure your brawns can handle something as simple as cooking." The teasing tone in his voice was bordering on insult. At this point Chojuro's confusion evolved to pure concern. Something was definitely bothering Azakai.
"Oh, okay," he said.
As Chojuro stared at the cooking appliances in the kitchen, he felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach. Never did he imagine he would face his greatest adversary again. It wasn't the hardship that was society, nor was it the meddling children that was Class 1A that foiled their plans to topple said society. No, this foe was far, far more challenging and dangerous. Chojuro had to cook food for himself. And he had no idea how. Slice was the one who was normally cooking back when they were still around. And when that wasn't an option, they could always order take out.
Chojuro snapped his fingers. That's it! He quickly moved toward the cupboards checking them for their contents. Vinegar, soy sauce, and other various spices and ingredients greeted Chojuro and none of them were what he was looking for. He knelt down the floor, checking the contents of the cupboards below. Cooking oil? That was definitely not it. He was beginning to lose hope when he arrived at the final cupboard. With a brave face, he swung it open.
"Oh thank goodness."
A pack of instant ramen noodles were tightly arranged inside.
Crisis averted.
As Chojuro began to prepare himself a good hearty meal consisting mainly of processed food, he tried to rack his brain, again, as to what could possibly upset Azakai. He had a feeling if he didn't address it sooner, things weren't going to get any better. He figured that starting with a heartfelt apology could be the best way to get back in his boyfriend's good graces. But, it was later that evening that he realized how far he had fallen.
"Go to the couch."
"What?" Chojuro said, completely feeling blindsided.
Azakai didn't elaborate but instead opted to just glare at him as his response. Chojuro sighed, figuring now was the best time as any to apologize. "Listen, if this is about the whole solo thing, I can talk to Zero."
Azakai remained silent, opting instead to just raise a brow. Chojuro decided to continue his train of thought. "You're right, we are a team, Azakai. We've stayed alive for this long because we've been working together. Breaking that up now would just be wrong."
Azakai's icy stare however remained adamant. He steeled himself, knowing that Chojuro was still missing the point in why he was being angry at him. "Thank you. But go to the couch." It was honestly hard for him to turn Chojuro away. Having him not be in bed with him felt wrong. The bed felt larger than it ever felt before. He could actually stretch and still feel the mattress underneath him. But now, what was missing was the warmth. Chojuro sighed, quietly muttering to himself as he slowly closed the door. But just before it clamped down he bid his boyfriend goodnight.
The pale glow of the moon shined down from the window sill and gave the bedroom a moody atmosphere. "Goodnight," Azakai quietly muttered, wrapping himself in his blankets. In his mind, he could still hear and picture Chojuro saying how weak he was. It was one of the reasons why he became primarily a thief. His quirk was just not suited for offensive capabilities. He inherited it from his father, whose quirk allowed him to create mirrors out of thin air. It wasn't flashy nor was it hero material. But Azakai made do with what he had and used it to the fullest. He sighed, tossing in his bed and looking at the empty side that normally Chojuro would inhabit. His boyfriend's large form practically left an imprint on the mattress. Petty as this argument was, it brought up some serious questions that Azakai didn't really think about until now. Yes, they were partners; they had to have each other's back. Though, it only seemed to work one way. If for whatever reason Azakai got knocked down, Chojuro could still save him if needed. But if it were the other way around it would be a drastic problem. For starters, Azakai himself couldn't even lift Chojuro even if their lives depended on it.
This glaring problem really hammered home the drastic difference in their skills and abilities. While Azakai didn't consider himself weak, he knew he needed to get stronger. He laid in bed, looking at the blank ceiling, slowly coming to the realization of what he needed to do.
Maybe this separation was what he needed to see his own shortcomings.
0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0
A large hulking form slightly stirred when the rays of the sun entered the window and spilled into the room. It hit the front of the couch, making the person laying on it toss to the side. A dangling leg hung off the edge of the furniture, pointing straight down at the pillow that was haphazardly thrown during the night of tossing and turning. A moment later, a low groan emanated from Chojuro as he woke from his slumber. There was a dull throbbing ache coming from his back. It would seem the black couch wasn't an ideal place for a snooze. He grumbled, sitting upright as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He muttered under his breath, briefly wondering why he was in the living room instead of the bedroom. The throbbing in his crotch that visibly bulged his pajamas quickly reminded him why. If Azakai was around, this would have been attended to immediately. His absence only reminded Chojuro of their fight the night before. He stood up, letting out a yawn as he went towards the kitchen. His nose smelled something delicious. Maybe Azakai finally forgave him and decided to make him food again. He made a mental note to make a decent apology this time.
His apology would have to wait however as Azakai wasn't in the kitchen at all. Instead, there was just a plate of freshly cooked rice, some fried meat, and then some extra food. Next to it was a letter that Chojuro quickly took and read.
'Have some food. I heard your stomach growling when I woke up early this morning. I won't be gone long. I'll be at the gym.'
"The gym?" Chojuro asked out loud.
True enough, that was where Azakai was: at the gym. Being agents of the Hero Initiative, it was in the government's best interest to keep their agents in tip top shape. This showed up in their diet, the food in their refrigerator being mandated by hired nutritionists to make sure they were eating the right food. Recipes were handed out as well, which Azakai gladly took up, to cook the meal accordingly. They were also given free access to a gym. It was the local gym in the neighborhood, not far from where they were, and was obviously manned by plainclothes agents. Chojuro was the one who normally frequented the gym with Azakai rarely going as he preferred to just do yoga at home.
So it came as a surprise to the trainer when Azakai appeared that early morning.
"I thought you preferred to workout at home?" The trainer asked, holding the punching bag as Azakai practically wailed at it with his fists.
Sweat dripped down the sides of his face, his breathing ragged, and his arms feeling like heavy sand. Although he wanted nothing more than to just collapse on the floor and take a breather, Azakai pushed himself to go even further. The time to be lazy has come and gone. If he wanted change, he needed to hold it by the horns and take reign. A punch, a kick, followed by another swing! His trainer's voice blurred between shouting at him for encouragement and critiquing him for his crude, but improvable form. He was apparently a diamond in the rough that just needed the proper care to fully shine bright.
Azakai wanted to die from the exhaustion but the promise of a better self was egging him forward. He took a ten minute break, lying down on the bench to gather his thoughts. His muscles felt like they were going to be sore the morning after. However, for the first time in his life: he could 'see' clearly. This was probably the exercise high that Chojuro wouldn't shut up about. No wonder he always went home with a smile on his face and a kick in his step. It was like he was high on drugs except it was actually all natural. Using this new found clarity, Azakai focused. He walked over towards the mirror, looking at his reflection that glanced right back at him.
Mirrors... He thought to himself. A quirk to let him see things from a different angle. It came from his father. His mother, bless her kind soul, had a quirk that allowed her to alter parts of reality. It wasn't anything grand: more so illusion based. She could make things appear as if they were there. Given his Quirk, Azakai assumed he always took after his father.
But what if he didn't?
The thought hung in the air as Azakai stared at his own reflection. Out of curiosity he summoned a mirror in front of him. It floated in the air, sharing back a reflection of him. He focused hard and long, letting his mind just do what came natural to him. He figured it would come to him, like a flash of lightning igniting tinder to create a flame. However, he opened his eyes and there it was: his reflection still staring back at him. Feeling disappointed, he turned his back on the mirror as he walked towards the bench. He sat back down and decided to rest his sore back on the wall. That was when he noticed it. At first he thought he was seeing things.
His mirror was still there, floating by itself like normal. But what stood out this time was what it showed. It was like a still photograph, perfectly capturing a snapshot of a particular moment in time. His reflection was still in the mirror, looking back at him as if he was standing there.
"The hell?" Azakai looked around, his mind momentarily entertaining the idea that he was being pranked. But no, that wasn't the case at all. He walked back to the floating mirror, taking note at how his reflection wasn't moving at all. It was like a video display forced to show a still image. "Okay...this is new," he muttered to himself.
He scratched the bottom of his chin, wondering what else was different. Out of curiosity, he placed his hand on the mirror, pressing his finger on the cheeks of his own image. That was when he felt something. He jumped out of instinct, looking around to see if anyone was near him. His trainer passed by and saw him looking bewildered.
"Hey, you alright?"
Azakai's eyes darted left and right and noted that no one was near him. So that only meant one thing. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good," he answered, turning his head to look back at his reflection still captured in the mirror. Captured truly was the most appropriate word. He tapped his cheeks on the reflection and sure enough, he could feel the same sensation on himself. This was definitely something he either didn't know he could do, or something he never tried. Either way, he was curious to experiment more with it.
And experiment he did. "Hey," he called out to his trainer. "Do you mind helping me with something?"
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Chojuro was quietly sitting at the couch, reading documentation that Agent Zero had forwarded to him earlier that morning. He had spent the rest of the day reading up on the next mission his handler was going to give him. It was about a villain he couldn't care less about, doing something he had no interest in, at some place he couldn't even be bothered to remember the name of. Normally he was good at remembering small details as they were key things that could be used in missions. But today he couldn't focus at all. He tried to bury himself in his work, but it was always there, nagging him at the back of his mind.
He sighed putting the paperwork down, his eyes briefly glancing at the empty seat on the couch. It was admittedly hard to imagine what life was like before he met Azakai. Even though they've been together for realistically a short amount of time, that timespan was enough for Azakai to make a lasting impression on him. Sure they had arguments every now and then, what good couple didn't? But the most recent one felt the most serious, and Chojuro felt terrible for being stupid in handling it. He leaned back on the couch, releasing yet another sigh as it felt like it was the only thing he could do to help make himself feel better.
Azakai had not come home during lunch, making Chojuro briefly worried. But a quick call to the gym told him that his boyfriend was busy doing something. What it was, the receptionist didn't answer, specifically being told it was a secret that Azakai wanted to show him personally later that evening. It made Chojuro wonder but decided not to pry. When Azakai made up his mind, it was rather difficult to get him to stop.
So he had to wait. But the thing about waiting is that it made his mind wander. As Chojuro sat on that couch looking at the clock as it ticked in rhythmic intervals, he began to imagine fictional scenarios in his head. Why was Azakai taking so long in the gym? Maybe he was planning something? Maybe he was organizing a party or something. Did that make sense? No, it didn't but it was a scenario that popped into Chojuro's head. Another was more dramatic: what if Azakai was struggling with the idea of leaving him? The sheer notion of it stung, like a stab into Chojuro's heart. They weren't that a couple for long but long enough that the idea of a breakup felt painful to him. More pain than any punch All Might could probably throw at him. Was Azakai thinking of breaking up with him?
Chojuro sat uncomfortably before ultimately shaking his head in an effort to keep the sad thought away. No! One fight like this wouldn't result in that, he told himself. He was going to apologize later this evening and he was going to mean it. They were going to have a mature talk like mature adults do. There was no point in dreaming up scenarios that would just make things worse.
He glanced at the clock, his legs tapping impatiently on the floor. It looked like he wasn't going to get anything done today unless he got this out of the way. Inhaling sharply, Chojuro cursed under his breath. Fuck it, he might as well deal with it right now. He stood up and moved his legs before his mind could change again. He only hoped that Azakai was still at the gym.
The trek to the gym was a short one and it wasn't long until Chojuro arrived. He pushed open the doors and looked around, wondering where his boyfriend was. He approached the receptionist for directions and quickly pointed him to the room where Azakai was training in.
"Training?" Chojuro wondered aloud.
"Yeah," the receptionist answered. "It seemed he was working on a new technique. You should see it. It's kind of cool actually."
He guessed he will in a few seconds. Chojuro thanked the receptionist before leaving. Various thoughts began to cross in Chojuro's head as he walked through the halls. All of them guesses as to what Azakai could possibly be working on. A new technique? It admittedly piqued his curiosity. The door to the aforementioned training room opened and he was greeted to the sight of his boyfriend breathing heavily, looking utterly exhausted with sweat dripping down the sides of his face. Azakai was so focused on what he was doing he didn't notice that Chojuro was watching.
Chojuro watched as Azakai began to spar with a set of dummies. A left punch here, a right punch there, Azakai was a comparatively different fighter than Chojuro. There was a certain grace in his movements that Chojuro could only dream off. While Chojuro hit hard and strong, Azakai was quick and fast. The dummies fell to the ground, toppling over as they were unable to withstand the blows Azakai was delivering. Not that they were a challenge to begin with as they weren't exactly defending themselves.
Still, Chojuro figured now would be the right time to introduce himself. "I see you've been practicing."
Azakai jumped in surprise, turning his head so fast it made him slightly dizzy. A whirlwind of emotions flashed through his face. Shock, surprise, followed by recognition and then a slight scowl: his anger from their fight now morphed into annoyance. It was hard to stay angry at Chojuro for so long. Still, he wasn't keen on forgiving him. At least not yet. "What are you doing here?" he asked, trying to sound annoyed but it came out wrong since he was still trying to catch his breath.
"I..." Chojuro tried to pick the right words. "I wanted to see how you were doing."
Azakai remained silent for a bit. "I'm doing okay."
"I can see that." Chojuro's eyes glanced back at the fallen dummies on the floor. "I heard you were working on a new technique."
"I was actually," Azakai answered. That was when the idea crossed his mind. "You know what, do you want to spar?"
"Spar?"
"Yeah. I want to know if I'm any better now," Azakai's confidence was brimming. This was probably the best way to test out his new technique.
Chojuro thought for a moment but then decided to go with it. "Sure."
A few moments later, the two were circling each other in the middle of the room. Azakai on one side and Chojuro on the other, the latter opting to take off his shirt as it made maneuvering easier. Azakai had to focus: now was not the time to be distracted by Chojuro's smoking hot body. In a flash, Chojuro made the first attack: charging straight at Azakai. To his surprise however, Azakai opted to take him head on. The two collided, a flurry of fists, kicks, and grabs being thrown at one another. It was like a game of rock, paper, and scissors. Whenever one opted to punch, the other countered with a kick. When a leg was extended, a grab was in order. It was like a complicated dance of violence except no one was actively trying to hurt the other. But Azakai figured it was time to show off his new found power.
Backing off, he summoned a mirror in front of him, briefly disappearing as he hid behind it. Chojuro wasn't sure what his opponent was doing but nonetheless cautiously attacked forward, raising a fist straight at the mirror that showed his own reflection. It predictably shattered into a million pieces, crumbling into small pieces of glass that were as dangerous as kneeling on salt. However, instead of finding Azakai behind it, what he found was just another mirror.
Chojuro's own reflection stared back at him bewildered and confused. He looked around and was shocked to see that he was surrounded: by himself! Mirrors were placed circular around him, all showing his reflection looking back at him. It was like being inside a funhouse filled with mirrors meant to disorient. But they were just that: mirrors. Chojuro figured he could break them just as he did the one before. And he proceeded to do so. Raising his fist, he punched forward.
The moment his fist connected with the mirror, it reflected back at him like the force of a train. He jolted backwards, a sharp stinging pain emanating from his right arm. He cursed under his breath, staring back at his own reflection that seemingly mocked him by making him see how much pain he was in. He looked to his left, another mirror, another reflection. This time he kicked, spinning on the balls of his feet to smack it with the back of his foot. It was like hitting concrete.
"What's the matter?" Azakai teased. His voice was coming from behind the mirror. "Can't break a simple old mirror?"
Chojuro snorted. He was about to retort when his reflection started moving by its own volition. At first he thought he was seeing things but no, the reflection in the mirror started moving by itself. His own reflection stuck its tongue at him mockingly, pulling down one eye comically in jest. It was downright insulting. It seemed Azakai was feeling extra confident today. Chojuro figured he could take him down a peg or two. Chojuro lunged forward, aiming to give the mocking reflection a piece of his mind. He braced himself for the deflection of his attack.
However, things turned out differently. Instead of his attack being deflected back at him, it hit him directly instead. His punch connected at the stomach of his reflection. Like an invisible fist, a punch of equal caliber collided with his own abdomen, sending the larger man backwards and keeling over in both surprise and pain. "What the fuck?" Chojuro sputtered out.
"Ohh," Azakai said in a sing-song voice. "That looked like it hurt."
Chojuro stood up. His many reflections in the mirror looked at him with genuine concern. Chojuro tried once again, this time going for a kick at the legs. The mirror strained under the weight of the attack, but much like before, the damage he dealt was also done to him. He winced, the pain in his shins rising up his body like a jolt of electricity. He ended up having to kneel on the floor, utterly unsure of how to deal with this new attack by Azakai.
Sensing that he had won the spar, Azakai dismissed the mirrors. All of them disappeared into a fine dust, revealing the man smiling smugly, albeit standing exhausted behind them.
"Damn it..." he muttered, before stumbling slightly and looking exhausted. On instinct, Chojuro reached outwards, catching his partner before he fell to the ground completely. "Are you alright?" he asked with genuine concern.
"I'm okay," Azakai answered. "Just tired, is all."
Chojuro breathed a sigh of relief. At least things went well. He helped Azakai to his feet, and allowed the man to lean on him for support. Having him in such close proximity was already helping Chojuro's mood get better tremendously. "Let's go home, he said.
Azakai raised no objections.
The trip back home started mostly quiet, with Azakai and Chojuro walking close with each other on the sidewalk. A few cars passed by every now and then, but it was mostly quiet with the sound of their footsteps hitting the pavement. It was Chojuro who first broke the silence. "I'm sorry."
Azakai's brow rose, hearing the man apologize once more.
"I'm sorry, about the whole...you know," Chojuro began, having difficulty finding the right words. "It was wrong of me to tell you off like that with Zero."
Azakai sighed and then nodded. "I accept your apology," he answered. "But that doesn't mean it didn't hurt nonetheless."
"You know I didn't mean it like that."
"I do. Why do you think I went to the gym?"
"In hindsight it makes sense now." Chojuro then decided to ask the question that was on his mind. "How long have you been working on that? That technique of yours. I've never seen you do that before."
"I only started working on it today," Azakai answered. "I figured I needed to step up my game if I want to stay being your partner." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "What did you think?"
"It was good," Chojuro answered genuinely. "You actually hurt me. Your mirrors can reflect attacks now?" He flexed his fingers, still feeling the slight twinge of pain from earlier.
"Whenever I want them to." Azakai paused and thought for a moment. "Though, I'm still working out the kinks myself. Before I could just deflect projectiles like bullets or other things coming my way. Or I'd just use my mirrors for surveillance to zoom in and see things I'd normally be unable to see. But now, it seems I can capture images in my mirrors like a screenshot of sorts and make the mirror show something that isn't there, like an illusion. But then when I touched that false reflection on my mirror, I felt that same sensation on that respective part of my body that I touched in the reflection. But it seemed the more I fucked around with it, the weaker my mirror got. So it got me thinking what if I can actually damage the reflection of someone and it hurt them in real life without me needing to touch them. I figured it would be a neat trick to pull out in case we get into a tight situation."
Chojuro chuckled. "Always the smart one. I just charge in and throw hands."
"That's what you do best," Azakai added. "I just don't want to be a burden to this team, with my weird magic mirror abilities now. It seems no matter what tricks I do, I will always be weak."
Chojuro stopped in his tracks and looked at his partner. "Azakai, you're not weak." Azakai remained silent, allowing Chojuro to continue. "You're far from it. You're stronger than you know. The fact that you had the courage to even befriend me to begin with shows that you have more strength in you than you realize. I don't see you as weak and never will."
"What about the others that think otherwise?"
"Who the fuck cares what they think?"
Azakai paused for a bit, before letting out a light chuckle. "I appreciate you trying to make me feel better."
"I mean it though," Chojuro added. "I have a feeling this technique of yours can be dangerous if used properly. You just expanded parts of your power you didn't think was possible." He smiled. "I'm willing to help you work it out."
Azakai smiled. "Thanks," he then pulled Chojuro into a hug.
Chojuro returned the favor, hugging him back in turn. "You have no idea how badly I've missed you."
"We just spent the day apart from each other."
"Yeah, and I don't ever want to do that again," Chojuro said possessively.
"Were you sad that you no one was there to take care of your morning wood?"
Chojuro looked at Azakai seriously. "You have no idea."
Azakai rolled his eyes before smiling mischievously at his boyfriend. "Care to enlighten me?"
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The events that happened next moved fast and in a blur. Azakai and Chojuro headed home quickly soon after, seemingly skipping dinner entirely as they both hurried off to the bedroom. The feeling of soreness and exhaustion that enveloped Azakai's body dissipated as Chojuro pressed him heavily against the wall, their hips grinding against one another. Their lips kissed, tongues frantically vying for control as neither wanted to give up territory easily. Chojuro's hands caressed Azakai's lower thigh and gave it a squeeze. With ease he then lifted his partner up, suspending Azakai off the floor effortlessly. The comparatively smaller partner found himself stuck between Chojuro and the solid wall. Not that it was a problem however. He just wrapped his legs around Chojuro and continued their intense actions.
They eventually broke their heated kiss and took a moment to catch their breaths. Their eyes were locked into each other, both burning with intense passion and desire. Chojuro carried Azakai onto the bed, gently laying him on the mattress. He then momentarily backed off, taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants that were now feeling terribly tight and uncomfortable. Azakai did the same, throwing his shirt off and shucking his gym shorts and tossing them both unceremoniously towards the side. Azakai was greeted with a flashy red underwear, the all too familiar erection leaving little to the imagination. He clambered forward, teasingly licking the tip of it and making Chojuro shiver in response.
No words were said and none were needed as both knew what they wanted. Chojuro had been feeling pent up. He was unable to masturbate at all, finding the activity unappealing ever since Azakai came into his life. Sex was just not fun anymore unless his boyfriend was involved. Azakai was the same, his desires finally being brought out from hibernation and his hunger for his partner's fat and lengthy schlong coming out in full force. He pulled down on the fabric, looking up at Chojuro with bedroom eyes as he did so. Chojuro just growled at him in response, both hating and loving the fact that Azakai was drawing this out.
The man's thick cock bobbed up and down the air as Azakai freed it from the confines of his underwear. "Did you get bigger?" Azakai genuinely asked, noticing it throb and leak precum from the corner of his eyes.
"Maybe," Chojuro answered. "I'm going to still fuck you either way."
Azakai snorted, proceeding to stick out his tongue to flick the bead of pre that formed at the tip of Chojuro's penis. The monster shivered, eliciting a moan. God, he missed that feeling. His partner smiled, this time opening his mouth to suckle happily on the cockhead. Chojuro felt like he was in heaven. There was just something with the way Azakai used his mouth that made his legs threaten to buckle underneath him. He lowered both his hands and placed them atop his partner's head, somewhat using him to keep his wobbly legs steady. Azakai meanwhile suckled happily. He too missed this. The smell, the taste, and the feeling of having Chojuro's cock in his mouth was something he needed to keep going in life. His free hand wandered, grabbing hold of Chojuro's heavy balls that were dangling freely. He tugged, squeezed, and pulled with varying amounts of strength. Chojuro always loved having his balls played with.
Eventually, Azakai began to suck with gusto. He was getting hungrier, and having more cock in him was the best way to remedy it. It was a second or so later when he reached the base of Chojuro's thick cock, a feat only possible after countless sessions of practice. Chojuro himself was playing an active role. His hips were moving back and forth, in time with Azakai's rhythm. The base of his crotch smacked against the side of Azakai's face, his balls slapping the bottom of his boyfriend's chin. Azakai steadied himself and grabbed hold of Chojuro's waist as his partner opted to face fuck him.
Azakai's throat cried out in protest. But he thankfully had his gag reflex in control so he had no problem with it whatsoever. Chojuro's cock pistoned in and out of him like a well oiled machine. The man used his tongue, swirling it around the tip and making sure to play it like it was a lollipop. Chojuro was happy with the service he was getting. He missed this. This was the treatment he would get everyday when waking up and then some. He wouldn't have missed this for the world. Azakai continued to play with his boyfriend's balls once more. They felt heavy in his hands. Each one was filled to the brim with white seed. The taste of his precum alone was intoxicating. It was tangy, and a bit slick. It was an acquired taste that Azakai found out that he enjoyed very much. He stopped momentarily in his sucking to squeeze Chojuro's cock. A healthy dollop of it squirted out from the tip, splashing at the sides of his mouth. He gulped it down happily. The smell was perfect as well. It seemingly had the effect of an aphrodisiac on him. It turned Azakai further, making him want more of Chojuro's cock.
This continued on for a while until Chojuro decided to switch things up. He lightly tapped Azakai on the cheeks, removing his cock from his partner's mouth. "Lie on the bed," Chojuro said. "I want to fuck you."
Azakai didn't need to be told twice. He laid on his back, pulling his legs up straight to help Chojuro undress him. The hybrid pulled Azakai's underwear, revealing his erect cock as well as his perky bum. Chojuro then clambered onto the bed and laid next to his partner, pulling him closer to him possessively and aligning his cock with Azakai's backside. Azakai braced himself, steadying his breathing and doing his best to relax. The initial penetration was strong, making him wince slightly as Chojuro's large size skewered him. "Fucking hell..." Azakai muttered under his breath, grabbing hold of the bedsheets. Although they've fucked numerous times before, Chojuro's length still felt new every single time.
Chojuro inserted himself slowly, making sure to take it at Azakai's pace. It squeezed every inch of his length, almost threatening to push him out. He waited for Azakai to stop clenching before pushing deeper, eventually getting more of his length to disappear down Azakai's hole.
"Fuck me..." Azakai said closing his eyes as his entire body was wracked with a wild array of sensations.
"I am," Chojuro said, half pleased with himself.
"Fuck you," Azakai replied jokingly.
"Oh, you know you love it," Chojuro answered teasingly. He succeeded in going deep, burying the entirety of his length into Azakai's bum. He paused for a bit, letting both of them adjust to the current position they were both in. Azakai opted to clench his asshole right then and there, making Chojuro grumble under his breath. "You are so tight!"
Azakai giggled, turning his head slightly. Chojuro met him and the two promptly shared a kiss. Chojuro's hips then pulled back, building a rhythm to get him started in fucking Azakai. Their kiss broke, Azakai moaning and groaning in tune with Chojuro's slow and tender thrusts. It was loving, sensual, and romantic. A far cry from how their usual sex escapades went, but it was a welcomed one.
"Let's...not fight...anymore...okay?" Chojuro said, his words coming out in pieces as the pleasure was making it difficult to form coherent sentences.
"Same--fuck, you feel so big," Azakai answered, "Just...talk to Zero, alright?"
"I will...let's not talk about work: I fucking love you so much," Chojuro blurted out, holding Azakai tightly. He placed his head near his partner's ears. "I'm so sorry for making you feel bad."
"It's okay..." Azakai said, noting how emotional his partner was getting. "I love you too. Make it up to me by fucking me real good."
Chojuro chuckled and planted a kiss on the back of Azakai's neck. "It would be my pleasure."
Picking up the pace, Chojuro increased the speed of his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin soon echoed across the room, the bed springs straining under their combined weight and activity being done on it. Azakai moaned shamelessly, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure coursing throughout his body. His own cock was erect, bobbing up and down in time with the rhythm. It slapped against his bare chest, rocking back and forth like a pendulum.
Chojuro took control and ran with it. He opted to switch positions a few minutes later. One moment they were both lying on the bed, one spooning the other, the next moment, Azakai found himself laying on his back. His legs were held up high over his head, supported by Chojuro who was grabbing onto them with his large arms. The man was hunched over him, Chojuro's hips pounding Azakai's bubbly ass. Azakai cursed under his breath, remarking at how deep Chojuro was getting into him. His partner was pressing down on him, his large heavy balls slapping against his own taint. With the way they were going, they were probably going to leave a mark.
The older man bit his lips. "Fuck, I want to impregnate you so badly," Chojuro blurted out, breathing heavily.
"W-what?" Azakai asked, the statement breaking through the haze of pleasure. "You want to put...a baby in me?" Did he hear him right? "That's not possible."
Chojuro just growled in response. "I don't care," he answered. "I'm going to fuck you until you swell with my seed one way or another."
He then proceeded to do so, increasing the force of his thrusts. The two of them were practically bouncing on the bed, the floorboards creaking in protest. Azakai's cries were mixed in along with the sounds of Chojuro grunting heavily. At this point, Azakai could barely feel his lower half. He was getting numb from the repeated batterings. Not that it mattered however. He felt fantastic. Each thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout his body. He knew full well he wasn't going to be able to walk, let alone sit properly the day after but that was future Azakai's problem. Present Azakai only had to focus on enjoying the moment.
That moment wasn't going to last forever however. With the way Chojuro was fucking him, his prostate was getting hit over and over. It made his cock throb, leaking pre copiously. It wasn't long till he felt the familiar sensation of going over the edge coming closer and closer. "Fuck, Chojuro...I can't...last...much longer!" He did his best to hold himself back, but it seemed Chojuro had other plans. Instead of slowing things down, Chojuro picked up the pace even further. It made Azakai cry out in protest but there was little he could do. He clung on for dear life, bouncing up and down Chojuro's massive length. Azakai gripped the bed sheets, the white on his knuckles showing. His eyesight blurred and for a brief moment, all he could see were stars. His asshole clenched involuntarily and the man ejaculated a few minutes later. White hot cum exploded from his cock, painting his own chest with his own fluids. Chojuro rode Azakai's orgasm throughout its entirety. He marvelled at how tight his partner had gotten, his partner's asshole clenching like a tight vice around his cock.
He himself didn't have much to go on any further. Chojuro's balls swelled, feeling heavy and in desperate need to release themselves. His cock throbbed angrily. It wasn't long till he too unceremoniously ejaculated. Ropes upon ropes of white jizz escaped his cock. His balls emptied themselves fully into Azakai's tight backside. The sheer quantity of it was excessive giving Azakai the feeling of fullness and warmth. It leaked out from the sides, dripping down Azakai's thighs. The orgasm was heavenly and explosive, both partners lost in their pleasure and enjoying each other's warm company.
They both slowly came down from their highs, Chojuro's breathing coming out tired and ragged. Azakai was the same, eyes closed shut and his entire body shaking from the euphoria coursing through him. Neither moved nor spoke, save for their breathing. It was Chojuro who first moved, slowly easing himself out of his partner's ass. Azakai moaned out loud, feeling empty as the large piece of meat left him. Cum flowed freely like a waterfall, the sheer volume of Chojuro's ejaculation excessive as ever. Chojuro turned Azakai over, making his lover face him.
"I love you, Azakai."
"I love you too, Chojuro."
The two kissed tenderly, holding each other close at that brief moment in time. They eventually broke, opting to place their heads close to one another. Chojuro pulled Azakai close, the larger man wrapping his arms around Azakai possessively. "I don't want us...to fight ever again..." Chojuro said, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh.
"I'm beginning to think you only keep me around because of how well I can take your cock."
Chojuro's eyes fluttered open, seeing Azakai looking at him with a teasing smile. "That's not true."
"Really?"
Chojuro blinked. "Well...that's one of the reasons."
"Oh you big hornball," Azakai remarked, lightly jabbing his partner in the chest. "Well, lucky for you, I'm a big hornball just as you are."
"Good," Chojuro responded. "Because I'm in the mood for more." As if on cue, Azakai could feel something lightly tapping his inner thigh. He didn't have to look down to see what it was. Instead, his hand snaked its way downard, grabbing the now hardening cock of his boyfriend.
"How are you hard again?" Azakai blurted out with genuine curiosity.
"How can I not be when I'm faced with the sexiest man on Earth?" Chojuro asked rhetorically. He then leaned in, the two proceeding to make out once more.
What soon followed was another round of the two of having explosive sex. Azakai found himself in a variety of positions. There was the standard missionary, followed by the doggy style. They got adventurous at some point, going off the bed as Chojuro wanted to fuck Azakai against the wall. They only stopped briefly when they felt thirsty. It seemed the constant activity was giving themselves a workout. Once they managed to get a quick drink of water, they were back to humping each other like animals. At some point Azakai was on top, showing Chojuro that just because you were taking cock, doesn't mean you can't be the one in control. He had the man lying on his back, squirming and crying out as Azakai bounced up and down his cock like a man with a vengeance. Seeing his partner all flustered informed Azakai that he should take this position more often. It was honestly quite cute to see Chojuro looking vulnerable for a change. They eventually switched positions, with Chojuro showing Azakai why he was the main fucker in the relationship. Azakai was more than happy to see his argument.
If the walls of that room could talk, the stories they could tell would make anyone jealous of the escapades the two found themselves in. They went on straight into the dead hours of the night, only stopping when their bodies were no longer able to keep up. Azakai wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep, or how many times had he ejaculated that evening. Just that he was sore all over and knew that he was probably going to sleep in the day after.
But if there was one thing for sure, he was at least with Chojuro once more. Sleeping by his lonesome the night before felt wrong. The bed felt cold. But now, with Chojuro by his side once more, it felt perfect. The two slept soundly that evening, now having worked through their brief lover's quarrel. Their relationship was made all the more stronger. Chojuro managed to get a better understanding on how he saw Azakai, and Azakai himself managed to find the inner strength to better himself.
They were an unstoppable force together.