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Summary: “Why didn't you fucking say somethin', Konro?” Deliberately walking on Benimaru and Niobe made Konro realize his body still felt raw emotions despite his disability—like sexual desire.
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Nah, don't own it at all.
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Author's Note: Hey there! Welcome to You're Alive, which is a side-story that is not connected to Sniper. While I've never thought I'd actually be tempted to write a threesome between Benimaru, Niobe and Konro... here it is. Some new friends I've just made gave me the idea, my brain and imagination ran with it—and because my brain wouldn't leave me alone, I need to make them thirsty! Here's my vengeance! Now read!
BY THE WAY: if some of you still wish to read Niobe’s story, I suggest you go look for “Sniper” on AO3, as the rest is posted there. I’m currently working on the fourteenth chapter, so... yeah.
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Konro looked at the stormy and rainy weather outside with a smirk, sitting comfortably in the living-room to enjoy a good cup of tea and some delicious onigiri Niobe had made—before she was unceremoniously swept off her feet by Beni, hauled on his shoulder and carried away back to their quarters. The exhausted yawns that had shaken her body hadn't certainly escaped Waka's notice, who had taken it upon himself to get his girlfriend back in bed with him without any complaints from the sniper. Doesn't look like this downpour is going to let up anytime soon, the lieutenant thought idly as he turned a page off his book. Since their world had become a scorched fireball ready to combust, the rare days their skies would be surrounded by rain clouds were most welcome by everyone. Even more when there were storms incoming, which would mean more rain and less sun. It was somewhat of a blessing, as listening to the water splashing against their rooftops would mean more quietness.
Peace within Asakusa was a rarity, as the town was always bustling with activity. Konro couldn't complain, as he'd been born here and had gotten accustomed to the harsh life in the proto-nationalist district. It had become more pronounced when he joined the Hikeshi Fire brigade under master Shinmon Hibachi. While his daily life had turned frenzied and tumultuous when he understood the duty of a Hikeshi, it certainly became more interesting when the master had brought Benimaru back with him.
Days off in Company 7 were usually spent with less energy than usual, especially when the weather decided to be a bitch and conceal the sun in the sky. Everyone in Asakusa would spend their time indoors, favoring the warmth and blissful quietness of their homes instead of catching a cold rather stupidly. It was the same with their Hikeshi, who would find something to do inside the guardhouse—the usual games where money would be involved or even some drinking to gossip about the latest news in town. The subjects varied, of course, and Konro himself would join him to give his opinion.
One day, the latest subject was centered around one the lieutenant hadn't given much thought to since he got tephrosis. Even now, he found himself... thinking back to the words he exchanged with his comrades and mulling over them whenever he had no duties to tend to—that is, when Hina and Hika didn't come to him for treats and snacks before Niobe could start making dinner. As grown men who didn't shy away from any subject of interest, they'd eventually debated on the question of sex. Hikeshi were familiar with brothels, as they were quite a few in Asakusa, and it was not surprising to notice some of the new recruits follow their seniors towards these establishments in order to find solace in the arms of a beautiful geisha.
Frowning, Konro put his book down and crossed his arms against his chest to ponder more about the predicament as the discussion with his Hikeshi fully refreshed his memories.
“Shinji finally got laid and his partner had rocked his world!” Shinbeita had shouted, his cup of sake raised in the air. “About goddamn time, too! No way in hell were you goin' to stay a virgin in this Company! Right, Lieutenant?”
Konro gave an insolent smirk. “Damn right,” he'd agreed.
Roars and cheers from the other Hikeshi were loud as Shinji laughed heartily, his own cup of sake half-empty. The young man, freshly clad in his new Fire Force outfit, was flushed and smiling so widely. His body was swaying just a little, but he still held himself in composure while being clapped in the back by his fellow comrades. The morning after would be a bitch, but so worth a damn since the memories of having spent a good time with a beautiful woman and feeding off her body.
The lad needed it. Fuck knows they all did, as Hikeshi lived one hell of a dangerous life. They'd chosen it and they embraced it—all aspects and downsides, thus fully accepting a duty that could feel like a huge burden sometimes. Although there was this frightening chance they could all get used to it, there was also this reminder all Hikeshi couldn't forget and had to cling onto: life was still theirs. It still belonged to them, even when they were the ones to put Infernals to rest in Asakusa. Therefore, the Hikeshi of Company 7 had had to find hobbies to remember what it meant to be fucking alive.
Because that's what they were. Alive and not soulless, heartless beings who had become desensitized from their harsh duty. Ah, what would Konro give to get his hands on—
“... about you, Lieutenant Konro?” Shinji suddenly asked.
The older Hikeshi blinked twice, then turned looked around to find expectant gazes locked on him, waiting eagerly for an answer—the grins said so. And since they've all been drinking sake tonight, gossips, revelations and lots of secrets could be heard. That wasn't so surprising and uncommon. Konro made himself more comfortable, withdrawing one muscled arm out of the sleeve of his yukata to have more freedom of movement and slouch more in a relaxed manner.
He gave a small smirk. “What about me?” he echoed.
Shinji looked eager. “C'mon, please share with us! Is there a woman you've been fantazing about lately?”
“Nah, no one has caught my eye for the time bein', kid,” Konro assured with a chuckle, pouring himself some sake. “I've got too much on my plate with HikaHina, Waka and Taka no Me to be worrying about a woman crying out for me. They take too much energy.”
“Heh! I bet,” another Hikeshi named Tomohiro said with a wide smirk. “Although we've all agreed to not stare and fantasize anymore, I just can't help but share with you guys about the second woman I'd want to fuck.”
“And who's the lucky, or should I say, unlucky gal?”
Tomohiro leaned forward and grinned conspirationally, his eyes twinkling.
“I want to fuck Niobe,” he revealed smoothly. “There I said it. Niobe is my favorite flavor of the moment, on par with that Haijima dominatrix from the 5th. Though I can easily find a geisha who can satisfy my desires, I got the feelin' Taka no Me could offer me so much pleasure I'd want her to be my sexual partner. I can tell she's hidin' one hell of a fuckin' gorgeous body under her outfit and I'm seriously jealous of Waka right now for bein' her man. Would love to grope those jugs while I'm poundin' the hell outta her pussy, hear those sounds she must make each time Waka is fuckin' her brains out and listen to her moanin' that she loves my damn cock inside.”
If Konro remembered correctly, the whole room had gone deadly quiet upon the revelation of the woman's identity and everyone had looked astonished. The silence had been deafening, so much that a pindrop would make you flinch. Even he had found himself speechless and dumbfounded at such bold terms used to speak about Niobe and he'd almost scolded Tomohiro for speaking so casually and crudely about the sniper. He was familiar with such honestly about most subjects among his peers, even Waka, who'd been around some women before he fell in love hard. Nonetheless, Konro wouldn't dare speak his mind in front of his leader about his woman and say exactly what he really thought.
Because Sagamiya Konro silently agreed.
He agreed with his Hikeshi when the shock of the admission had finally passed. Every word, every incriminating fantasy. As soon as they'd started speaking about Waka's girlfriend, the atmosphere got heated upon drawing her in their minds; they'd shared lewd thoughts about the size of her breasts, how big they must be underneath her Fire Force outfit, how squishy and soft they must feel if they could grope them, how they'd feel in their hands and pressed against their muscles. They'd shared lecherous words about how long her legs were, how they'd feel wrapped around their waist when they were pounding into her, how they'd love to run their hands over these amazing thighs they'd sometimes seen out of her baggy pants, how they'd run their tongue over her skin and bite down to mark her.
And when it came to either her mouth or her pussy... that had been when Konro had felt the heat rush through him like a tidal wave. It had gone to his head first, nurturing his mind with dirty thoughts he'd kept silent, and down right to his cock. It had twitched in interest once, then twice when the lieutenant had imagined Niobe all bare and sprawled on her fūton. Her legs open for him to see just how her pussy looked, exposed like the best birthday present any horny Hikeshi could ever ask. Although Konro had never seen her fully naked, it wasn't that difficult to imagine her figure—he'd seen her with more revealing clothes whenever she'd spend some time in the Tokyo Empire with her friends, and also wearing a traditional kimono for festivals. The one she'd worn for Tanabata had been gorgeous on her, confirming every Hikeshi's thoughts that her body was made for wearing kimonos. And Beni had also agreed, for he'd all but dragged Niobe in a back alley with a snarl and glowing eyes. They'd come back to rejoin everyone moments later, Waka looking satisfied and the sniper flushed and basking in an after-sex glow, smiling wide.
Konro certainly noticed the teeth marks and love bites on her throat and nape of her neck, red and angry, how Niobe and Beni stuck close to each other with their fingers intertwined tenderly. He'd never left her side once, standing right behind her and his arms wrapped around her body to keep her close and his chin nestled on her shoulder while she was threading her fingers through his hair.
The Hikeshi snarled and growled low, his eyes closed. What a fucking pain in the ass. Even though he respected Waka and his relationship with Niobe, Konro just... couldn't help but wonder. Thanks to his Hikeshi having shared their lewd fantasies, he'd never been able to ban these forbidden images of the First Platoon out of his mind. It truly wasn't helping whenever he'd run into her; Niobe hadn't run straight into him yet, but if she were to, there was a high probability he'd get hard upon feeling her bust against him. And very quick too. Just the soft and cushy feeling of these breasts flattened on his—
“Shit,” Konro muttered under his breath, cursing.
His loins and cock were already reacting accordingly to his thoughts. He inahled deeply, then exhaled a shaky breath, clenching his hands on the hem of his kimono as he felt his appendage twitch and twitch, pulse and throb. It was straining and struggling against the fabric of his fundoshi, crying out for attention that he should give if he wanted to get the release it desperately needed. His arousal was as painful as it felt great to feel. Once again, Konro thought with a low, strained groan that almost sounded feral in his ears. As his erection pulsed and twitched again, this time with more strength, he huffed silently.
When was the exact last time he'd felt himself grow hard at the mere thought of a woman's body? Probably during that discussion when he'd imagined Niobe in his mind, as the memories he got from his last visit to a brothel seemed so damn faraway. His cock had grown stiff, rock hard and was even leaking pre-cum when he'd finally excused himself to go tend to his 'problem' in the first bathroom he'd found. His fundoshi had been wet when he'd stripped, pre-cum staining the fabric and his balls had been straining as well. Taking care of his erection hadn't been hard at all—visualizing Niobe in his mind had helped, especially in obscene and alluring positions he'd love to man-handle her roughly and wouldn't feel ashamed in doing so. If only she were available and willing to consider him... Konro had had to muffle his groans, grunts and moans upon with pumping his fist around his throbbing shaft, his face flushed and eyes hazy with lust. He just had to watch himself jacking off, had to burn this image straight into his mind, as it was an amazing and very personal moment he'd actually missed ever since the Demon that cost him his Third Gen powers.
He'd broken into a familiar sweat, his body shivering and throbbing in enthusiastic excitement he'd felt like had been in fucking years. His breathing had gotten heavy and loud in his ears, raspy and husky—very much like when he'd pound Hanabi hard enough to render a panting, moaning mess. Strangely enough, while thinking of Hanabi back when they used to be a 'thing' should have helped immensely, it wasn't her deep brown eyes and cute face Konro had seen behind his closed eyes. No, it was a very familiar face with very familiar curls arranged in a gorgeous afro.
It was Niobe. Niobe, on her knees between his legs, slowly running her tongue all over the tip of his cock and lathering it with her saliva. Her mismatched eyes were glazed over, the arrow-shaped pupils pointing up, a pretty blush adorned her cheeks. Pre-cum was leaking over his shaft and she was collecting every drop, humming while he was grunting in pleasure, head lightly tipped back to look down at her through half-lidded eyes. When she got to the tip, she ran her tongue around it twice before finally taking him in her hot mouth to suck him off like a delicious treat. The first suck had sounded like sweet, sweet music in his ears—wet, succion-like—and the feeling of Niobe's lips stretching around his shaft had felt amazing.
The sight of this imaginary vision had made him climax. And climaxed hard Konro had. He'd seen white as his hips had bucked forward into an imaginary mouth, a long and feral growl escaping his throat while he'd thrown his head backward with an elated expression. His hips had stuttered, his cock spraying loads of cum he had had no idea had been waiting to be released. He'd cummed so hard and so much that his semen had splashed on the tiled floor and at his feet, even over him. It had been a little while until he'd come down from his high, feeling immensely much better... and struck by an epiphany.
“I'm lusting after Niobe,” he'd murmured to himself in a panting voice, his eyes wide in utter disbelief. “I'm fucking lusting after my master's daughter and Waka's girl...”
Even if he denied his physical attraction, all it would need is seeing Kirishima Niobe and he'd probably pop a boner at the mere sight of her a few feet away. Falling asleep would be difficult, as the remnants of his orgasm were still reeling in his mind and his body would keep shivering, sweating. Two hours after Waka had changed his bandages and had gone to look for Niobe so they could go to bed, he'd woken up to another hard-on and had had to take care of it. Muffling his hungry growls and grunts in his pillow while pumping his aching cock may have sufficed, but Konro had admitted to himself that he was absolutely craving her cunt wrapped around him so he could pound it the way he'd like.
While it should feel wonderful for Konro to be able to feel sexual desire again, he couldn't help the guilt eating away at his conscious while remembering the most important detail in all this fucking messed up predicament. He was indeed lusting again. Lusting after Waka's girl—someone who was his master's daughter and he'd sworn to protect her, even more so when Niobe and Beni became an item. Goddamn. Ain't that the worst fucking thing that could ever happen.
Groaning in exasperation, Konro stood up and steadily left the living-room with his head low and a hard, determined expression that most would see as somber (well, how would he blame his comrades for believing him to be in a foul mood?). Nonetheless, the slightly flushed cheeks and his silent huffs were an indication that he seriously needed to tend to his new problem. And he had the solution, although it might earn him Waka's wrath and utter disbelief—because really, what the fuck? He was lusting after his woman and Shinmon Benimaru was extremely possessive and protective of her, visibly showing jealousy despite the fact that Niobe would never do him dirty. He didn't share and made it clear. But what could Konro do? Ignore his desires and needs when he'd just found out weeks ago that he could still crave over a woman sexually and agonize about it? He didn't want Niobe romantically, he wanted her body and her body only. He desperately want to act on his sexual desire and fuck Benimaru's woman until he was sated. That was it.
I need Waka to listen and understand first, so I can defuse the bomb, Konro thought with an anguished expression, nearing Benimaru and Niobe's quarters. When he saw the familiar shōji that separated him from the sin he wanted to indulge in, he stopped in his tracks and strained his senses to listen around him once he managed to get a hold of himself—after a full minute or so. So far he hadn't encountered anyone to see him in such alarming and suspicious state, not even someone from the group of Hikeshi he'd shared lewd thoughts with about Waka's precious girlfriend, and this was a huge relief. Save for the twins who were napping peacefully in their room further down the hall, all the other Hikeshi weren't in range and were probably scattered all over Asakusa with their families. Spending the day off indoors to stay out of the rain, but with their loved ones and also to give the inhabitants of the guardhouse some privacy.
So they were alone. Completely alone. Konro was a few feet away from the lovers and his cock was aching as all hell in his fundoshi, demanding to be tended to. He leaned silently and carefully against the wall next to the shōji with a huff, his eyes staring down at the concealed tent he felt was down there. Fuck, was he glad his trousers were roomy and baggy, because it would have been very embarrassing to explain himself to anyone—especially Hina and Hika. The Hikeshi would have certainly understood and would have encouraged him to seek out the women at the brothels in Block Two, Benimaru would have... looked at him in bafflement. Probably in slight horror and anguish. Since the young man was aware of the deep inner struggle Konro was silently going through with his tephrosis, he may not actually have a full picture of the real core of the problem; being seen as weak was one thing, but having to give up on the simple needs people had in life because of a disability?
Konro sincerely wished for Benimaru to never experience this messed up situation. As long as he had Niobe, he'd be fine. But still, it did nothing to erase the painful fact that the older Hikeshi wanted to fuck her raw. A fantasy wouldn't help at all, jerking off at night or in the bathroom wasn't enough anymore—he needed her body. Soon. And he'd already formulated the suggestion he wanted to ask his captain in his mind, thought of every word carefully and was now ready to ask for permission.
Inhaling and exhaling silently, he stepped away from the wall to get closer to the shōji, opened his mouth—
And was promptly interrupted by a long, throaty moan that could only belong to a woman. A woman he'd been secretly jerking off to where no one could hear and see him. Konro fully froze, clamping his mouth shut with his eyes wide. The sound triggered violent shivers down his spine, heat washing over him like a scalding hot tidal wave until it went to his groin, and he had to grind his teeth to prevent the incoming groan from edging its way out of his throat as his body responded eagerly to the voice. His cock twitched once again, making him curl his hands into tight fists.
There was a dark, deep chuckle following that blissful sound of pleasure, lewd wet succion and skin-slapping noises as well. And her moans and mewls.
“Missed me that much, Kitten?” Benimaru grunted in a husky voice. “It's only been a few hours...”
Another whine. “F-Four hours, Tiger... mmmh...,” Niobe managed to stammer out between two moans.
“Fuck...”
Konro shivered and gritted his teeth to prevent another growl from ripping its way out while his cock twitched and protested again in his trousers. Although he may look like he was being tortured (which he was, mind you), he felt thrilled. He couldn't have come at a better time to be served with desserts; the sounds were unmistakable and he couldn't get them wrong—Benimaru and Niobe were in the middle of an intercourse right now and here he was, a mere few feet away, about to drink and bask in the glory of this filthy show he desired every part of. This was even better. Better than having to avoid the two of them. A quick scan of his surroundings assured him that no one was here and would catch him do the unthinkable in Waka and Niobe's bedroom. Their captain absolutely loathed to be interrupted during a nap or an intercourse with his girl, so going into their quarters uninvited while they were going at it? Suicide.
One of his hands hooked into the handle, then slid the screen door as slowly and as quietly as possible for him to angle his head and peek inside the bedroom with expectant eyes. Though the weather was cloudy, there was still enough sunlight to filter into the room and not have candles lit, so Konro could easily find the lovers on the ground. Oh, he could see them clearly. His eyes zeroed in on Benimaru and Niobe, who was comfortably lying on the fūton on her back while Waka was kneeling down between her thighs; he was holding her right leg hiked up on his left shoulder while her left leg was firmly secured around his hip, his other hand flat on the sheet on her left side to hold himself up as he was slightly hovering over her. Niobe herself had one arm wrapped around her toned stomach, just below her bouncing mounds the other hand grabbing Benimaru's forearm firmly for purchase while he was hammering into her. Since they were facing him, Konro could see everything—from Niobe's naked and curvaceous body, to Benimaru's cock pounding in and out of her dripping wet pussy down to their expressions. The motions of their bodies were steady, strong and hard.
Waka's hips were rocking back and forth against the sniper's ass, slamming mercilessly in an unforgiving and steady pace that produced a very pleasant wet sound that sounded so good in Konro's ears. It was relentless and rhythmic, fast and hard. Enough to make Niobe writhe and trash underneath Benimaru helplessly, moaning and mewling with her eyes closed and a blush on her cheeks. She was also smiling, just like he was giving her a feral grin and a hungry gaze. Konro almost purred in pleasure upon staring at her breasts, jiggling and bouncing at each unforgiving thrust from her wild lover. He could see the sweat glistening on these generous milkers (as big as the pink-haired woman in charge of the 5th, he admitted to himself), the teeth marks that adorned the flesh and around the nipples. Her whole body was bathing in sweat, just like Beni's; his muscled chest was also glistening from effort, but Konro knew he was far from done. They both had a lot more stamina than this. He knew they had to.
And he wanted to witness the whole thing. His cock wanted release, his fundoshi was getting so wet in his trousers and he wanted to fucking cum. Pushing the screen door a little bit wider, the older Hikeshi entered the bedroom stealthily like a cat, and slid it back shut just as silently as he'd opened it. It was incredible Benimaru and Niobe didn't hear him as he made his way towards the wall so he could lean against it, but he was utterly relieved they didn't. Their focus on each other was admirable—especially Waka's. The feral, animalistic look in his eyes made him resemble a beast lost in lust, in heat and entranced in its mating with its female. Something primal in him had taken over, allowing him to go all out with Niobe and put his boundless stamina to excellent use. He was being brutal, aggressive and passionate in his thrusts, giving the sniper exactly what they both wanted and needed. She was taking it so well, adjusting to his rough pace and meeting each violent thrust of his hips with wanton moans and her own encouraging movements.
Konro swallowed thickly, feeling feverish. This was exactly what he wished to watch. What he wished to feel with Benimaru's girl. Only her. His cock and desires were centered around Kirishima Niobe and he needed his captain's understanding and approval on this.
Finally, his hands moved to unbuckle the top of his trousers with slow gestures, as if not to make his presence known from his movements. He didn't want to hurry, but the strain in his fundoshi was starting to ache and the urge for a release had grown way too strong to ignore. He opened three buttons, necessary to uncover his cock, untied his happi for more freedom of movement, and grasped his sturdy and throbbing appendage to take it out in the open. He almost hissed at the sensation of no longer being restricted, his cheeks flushed and his half-lidded eyes burning with unrestrained lust and longing. His cock was engorged, almost bulbous and stood fully erect in his hand, thick and veiny. The tip was leaking with pre-cum, still leaking and his ball sack sat full and waiting to be emptied. He used his fluids to smear it all over his appendage, his veins on fire and his body shivering with excitement.
C'mon, you two, give me a fucking good show, Konro begged in his mind as his hand started rubbing up and down his shaft after collecting enough slick. As if he'd been heard, Benimaru let go of Niobe's leg so she could wrap it around his other hip, leaned down to cover her body with his own. His muscled chest flattened her breasts, his hips kissed hers and grinded down while rocking wildly. She cried out in pleasure and arched into him, her arms wrapping around him and hands clinging to his back so desperately, legs immediately snaking around his hips for purchase.
Benimaru's grin was positively wicked and feral. “Go on, Kitten,” he coaxed in a growl in her left ear. “Don't ya dare hold it in...”
Although Waka had been talking to Niobe, Konro felt the irresistible need to listen to him and follow suit. And follow suit he did; keeping his hungry eyes on the couple while remaining against the wall, the Hikeshi pumped his thick shaft between his hand with vigorous gestures. His free hand was balled into a fist for him to bite into in order to block and muffle the huffs and grunts of pleasure that rose from his throat, which would most certainly give him away and startle the lovers. Growling, Benimaru powered through Niobe like a beast with relentless thrusts of his hips, huffing and grunting with his face nestled in the crook of her neck. He'd caged her in his arms, as if protecting her from something, but that merely brought more intimacy to their fiery and passionate embrace. His motions made their bodies rock on the fūton, with the sniper moaning and crying out her bliss. A little more and she'd be screaming to the heavens, arching beautifully in Waka's strong arms while he was marking her again.
“B-Beni... f-fuck...!” she was stammering between two panting breaths.
Konro felt his cock twitch and pulse strongly in his hand at the sound of her voice, reacting once again to her, and he couldn't help the way he almost keened at his body's powerful heat surge. He nearly doubled over, his hand now smeared with his semen while it kept pumping his throbbing cock in tandem with Benimaru's movements. If I can make her scream like that, the Hikeshi wondered eagerly, breathing as silently as he could behind his fist. The sounds he was hearing in this bedroom would haunt him for a long while as much as this vision—wet skin slapping, feral grunts and erotic moans... this was the perfect recipe for wet dreams and naughty mornings with an aching cock demanding to be tended to.
After bottoming out missionary style for a while, Benimaru straightened back to sit up and pulled Niobe as well. She immediately got the hint despite her half-dazed and blissful state, shifting in his arms to accommodate his position and straddle him. She was panting and sweating so much that it highlighted the line of kanji tattooed from the nape of her neck down her spine—her back was toned and strong too. Konro's dark eyes shamelessly admired the gorgeous shape of her figure, sizing her up and down, noting all the details of that delicious body he and other Hikeshi had been secretly fantasizing about. The swell of her hips was enough to entice him and feed his dark desires, already longing to grab these hips so he could pound into her and urge his body to remember the breeding kink he'd grown to adore.
Humming in pleasure, Niobe wrapped her arms around Benimaru's neck while his were secured around her waist possessively and protectively to pull her flush to his chest. Then, she moved first: she raised her hips, then sank back down in a wet, obscene sound that echoed like music in Konro's ears.
“Mmmh!” she squealed against Waka's lips, arching into his embrace.
He growled again, his fingers digging into her sides and his arms tightening around her. “Goddamn it, Niobe!” he cursed loudly.
When both moved, it was in such perfect symbiosis that Konro tightened his own hand around his cock as he watched raptly. When Niobe raised and rolled her hips, Benimaru was rocking back, and they'd join together brutally. The collision between their bodies was powerful and violent, drawing earnest screams and loud grunts from both lovers. Their movements had somehow become more erratic, almost desperate to get them to the glorious end. Even their kisses had turned to heated bites, to which the sniper and Waka groaned and mewled helplessly. Konro couldn't see his captain's face because of Niobe's lovely curls, but judging from the way he was grabbing her ass to help her with her rough motions, he was looking absolutely lustful and was enjoying himself immensely. No poker face at all. It was... it was...
Gorgeous. Magnificent. Envious. Konro desired all that. In response, his cock twitched and pulsed once again in his hand. A lot of pre-cum stained his palm, but he didn't care at all. He had absolutely nothing to hide. And he certainly couldn't conceal his dark needs from Waka and the sniper anymore, whom both had to hear him out once this tryst was over and they'd gotten their bearings straight. Slowly, Konro trailed his eyes from the strong hands kneading and cupping that firm ass up Niobe's back... and met Benimaru's wide-eyed lustful and feral gaze.
For five seconds that felt like a small eternity, the Hikeshi found himself breathless and stunned by the fact he'd just been caught red-handed with his pants half-way down, his cock erect and about to burst. Even if he told himself to look away and leave because it was disrespectful, Konro just couldn't. His stubborn willpower and pride wouldn't allow him to, as he'd come too far to acknowledge his sexual attraction and appetite for Niobe. So he stared back stubbornly, the hand wrapped around his cock still pumping with vigorous and long strokes. Although Benimaru looked positively stunned, baffled and completely flabbergasted at seeing his lieutenant inside his quarters, watching him having sex with his girlfriend and ogling them while getting himself off, his thrusts never wavered one bit. On the contrary, he didn't shout in utter outrage, didn't growl at him for looking at Niobe like a man in heat, didn't curse him out angrily.
He stared back as well while grunting in pleasure and thrusting brutally into her, maybe to not rouse her suspicions and keep her in her blissful daze. His glowing mismatched eyes switched between Konro's cock, which was leaking so much that it had already left some cum stains on the tatami, him, Niobe and back at him. The realization in those orbs was positively striking. Between the feral hunger and lust, Konro perceived the dreaded question that was being directed at him.
'Are you lusting after Niobe?'
No anger. Maybe not yet. But Waka's gaze was so intense and demanding that the lieutenant just couldn't lie to him at all. Not when he was a mere feet away from the woman he was unabashedly jerking off to. Inhaling and exhaling softly, Konro answered.
'Yes,' he nodded with a firm jerk of his head and a determined, shameless and lustful stare at both of them. This was it. Finally, he was admitting that he missed sex. Finally, he was being honest with himself and one of his closest friends. And he was hoping he could understand his plight, as he couldn't take it anymore.
Benimaru's brows furrowed as he glided one hand up Niobe's back to cup the back of her head and coax her face into his neck, which she did with a long hum that rattled Konro's bones. He threaded his fingers through her curls, massaging her scalp tenderly. Without breaking eye contact, he sped up his thrusts once again into the sniper, causing her to jerk wildly in his embrace with erotic squeals of pleasure she tried her best to muffle in his neck. The lieutenant watched readily, unconsciously giving his captain a feral grin of his own—one he hadn't felt curling his lips in so long and that he actually missed. He matched the wild thrusts with quick, vigorous strokes on his shaft, huffing and grunting without bothering to muffle his sounds of pleasure anymore (Niobe was doing an excellent job at being loud enough to cover his racket, so he was perfectly fine jerking off freely). Benimaru slammed, hammered and pounded into Niobe hard, deliberately and with abandon, all the while glaring at his shameless, bold lieutenant for watching them so greedily. The snarl on his lips was unmistakable.
He wants answers, Konro guessed, breathing harshly and sweating through his bandages from such effort he hadn't put in ever since his tephrosis. And Benimaru shall have them, as he'll provide them without putting up a fight. After all, he wanted to show Waka just how much he'd been suffering these past few weeks after realizing that he could still shamelessly act on his own desires and needs like everyone else.
A familiar, pleasant and hot coil was building up in the pit of his loins and he gritted his teeth to growl under his panting breath. He was close, so fucking close. And it was making him feel very light-headed and immensely euphoric, since it would make the fourth orgasm through jerking off to Kirishima Niobe. No, not light-headed and euphoric, these adjectives seemed so weak compared to the heavenly and powerful emotion burning inside him like an inferno.
When the glorious end finally hit them all, it was Niobe who triggered them all: she arched beautifully in Waka's embrace, screaming loud with her head thrown back. Her scream sounded so fucking erotic that both Benimaru and Konro followed suit. The captain growled like a feral beast, his features scrunched up and his eyes glowing bright, his arms tight and crushing her against his chest in a hug while burying himself balls deep into her. Konro grunted as well as his own climax washed over him like a scalding hot tidal wave, his palm covering the tip of his cock while it shot loads of hot cum. It trickled down his fingers, hot and slippery, but he absolutely didn't care as he rode his powerful orgasm. His hips stuttered, his whole body shivered and twitched, his sight went white and his eyes closed in order for him to better enjoy this treat.
Konro leaned comfortably against the wall, spent and utterly satisfied. His grin had softened a little, turning lazy and dopey, but what the hell. That was the best orgasm he'd had in a while, as all it needed was watching Beni and Niobe having angry sex to get himself off in the best way possible. It took him a while, breathing harshly and trying to regain his bearings, but he finally found the adequate word to describe this feeling. And it fit so well that he'll use it in his arguments.
Alive. Sagamiya Konro felt alive.
In the background, he thought he heard Niobe's voice. “You good, Beni...?”
~
On his way to clean himself up in the bathroom adjoined to his quarters, he encountered another problem—Niobe's teddy bear robot, Atlas. He was holding a top hat that the sniper had made for him three weeks ago, cradling it against his chest. The bright purple and dark blue bear cub looked up at him with his black eyes, silent.
Konro stared back just as silently, his face blank.
Atlas stared.
So did Konro.
This went on for two minutes, until the bear cub walked past him.
“Master Ashura doesn't have to know about this,” Atlas decided.
No, he doesn't, Konro agreed as he entered his bedroom. Doesn't have to, doesn't need to. The bear cub may be loyal to Ashura as Niobe's father, but she was his creator and since she hasn't been in any alarming emotional state lately, he wouldn't report the Hikeshi's... new interest in his daughter. He thanked the little robot for his discretion and shuffled inside his bathroom.
~
Dinner was a rather interesting affair tonight—it was always lively because of Hika and Hina's antics and incessant laughter and chattering, and Niobe having to taste whatever they wanted her to eat. But tonight was more than special; following the special 'treat' had offered himself from watching Benimaru taking and claiming his woman right in front of him, Konro had the exclusivity of being the subject of Waka's wondering gaze as they ate. Though he was somewhat attentive to whatever the twins were babbling about and his girlfriend's soft chastising, his eyes were intense and stubbornly trailed on his lieutenant as he munched on his onigiri.
The heavy frown on his face and his lips indicated his brewing frustration, which Konro could clearly feel. So could Niobe, as he noticed her glancing at him through snow white curls (that have been washed and moisturized not too long ago, as the sweet scent was noticeable in the air) and blinking in complete confusion while she ate her meat. He was burning for answers and wanted them immediately, just so he could fully understand the situation and read the room before he cursed out. He'd probably go ask alone and without Niobe, probably to not arouse her suspicions. Since they were having dinner, Benimaru couldn't bring this topic up in front of the brats and had to reign in his impatience.
This was... amusing? No, probably not for Waka. Ever since he and Niobe became an item, he'd always mark his territory for others to remember she was off the market and completely his. Mind, heart and body. Just as much as he belonged to her. He was extremely possessive with her, to the point he hated having other Hikeshi he knew and trusted around her. No asexual man in Company 7 was blind—Kirishima Niobe was one hell of a fine woman they'd love to have, even for one night. Benimaru had his own fangirls around town and they may have gotten the point that he was now unavailable, they still didn't shy away from making it known he was a handsome man. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one to draw gazes to him. Now that he was aware his closest friend was lusting after his girl, he had questions. He wouldn't budge or let it go until he had satisfactory answers.
I'll explain myself to you, Beni, Konro thought as he drank his tea, his expression solemn and not betraying his inner thoughts. You will know everything. How it started, when it started... all I need is your understanding. And your approval for touching Niobe, getting to fuck her and remember what it feels like to be alive.
When dinner was over, he had a hard time attempting to not follow Niobe's figure as she sauntered away, Hina and Hika hanging off her shoulders and the three of them laughing their asses off. Those tantalizing legs would feel amazing wrapped around his hips...
~
“Spill it.”
Benimaru's voice had a dangerous edge to it and the tone would have made any other man run away, his tail between his legs. But not Konro. No, not him. He lounged comfortably on the engawa, enjoying the warm air of the evening, and watched calmly as his captain sat down next to him, his eyes searching his with an intense gaze that would melt metal. There was a bit of tension rolling off in waves surrounding his body, which he wasn't even bothering to conceal—he must still be reeling from the shock of having caught him with his pants half-way down and jerking off to him and Niobe. Understandable.
With a resigned sigh, Konro shifted for a more accommodating position to have this discussion. “First of all, Beni, I didn't mean to startle you during such intimate and private act,” he started calmly, staring into these mismatched eyes. “Honestly. But there was something that has been bothering me lately.”
“Other than the surprising shock that you sneaked into our room, without our notice, and openly jacked off in front of me while I was having sex with Niobe?” Benimaru remarked sarcastically. “Now I'm aware. So shoot. I need to understand why my best friend suddenly has the hots for my girl.”
The possessiveness Konro could hear in his captain's voice was very strong, unmistakable. Everything about Shinmon Benimaru screamed 'Mine!' whenever Kirishima Niobe was either mentioned or seen alongside him, and the lieutenant deeply respected their relationship and their love. He cleared his throat, leaning back against the wall with a slight frown on his face.
“I may be alive, but the tephrosis has not just changed a lot of things for me. It changed everything. This condition has weakened me to the point I realized I can no longer do all the things I used to back when that goddamn Demon Infernal hadn't showed up; it's not just the fact I can't fight anymore, but more about the other facts. The simple, little facts Sagamiya Konro used to do and was known for. As a man,” he emphasized with slightly clenched fists. “For these past two years, I seriously believed I could just accept this reality to not spit on my sacrifice because it was well damn worth it. It truly was, as we couldn't afford to lose you, Beni. However, the discussion I had with the guys after Shinji's induction into our ranks... struck a nerve in me.”
Benimaru was silent, patiently waiting.
“Just so you know, it was the usual: drinking, trading jokes...until Niobe's name came up.”
“Who was it?” Benimaru immediately asked—or demanded, though the heat in his voice was slowly receding.
Konro gave him a look. If he told him the name of the Hikeshi who'd triggered this, there was a high chance Benimaru would go and give Tomohiro a piece of his mind. Even a good threat (with a little beating during training). Tomohiro may have been out of line for speaking about Waka's girl in such lecherous terms, but he was still a good Hikeshi and a member of Company 7. They stared at each other for a little while, until Benimaru threw him a look of complete displeasure and a snarl.
“I won't kill him, Konro,” he groaned, annoyed.
“Like hell I believe this,” Konro countered. “I know you, Beni. We all do. And we all know just how possessive, protective and jealous you are concernin' Niobe. You'd maul whoever spoke crudely about her. Remember your reaction when that Hoshimiya bastard boasted about wantin' to fuck her? You were absolutely livid, ready to tear him apart.”
“But he deserved it. He was on a goddamn killin' spree and was off the fuckin' chart!” Beni retorted hotly. “And he tried to kill Niobe too!”
Konro nodded, agreeing. “Yeah. He must have wanted to have her for himself while she'd chosen his best friend over him. But I don't wish to hurt her, Beni. Never. Master Ashura would impale me before I even could. All I've come to realize after the discussion with the guys was that I found myself attracted to Niobe when we've... talked about her body. We shared thoughts. I... got aroused and had to jerk off in the bathroom right after that.” He interrupted himself with a sheepish expression upon hearing a growl from Beni, waited until his friend cooled his jets and resumed talking. “Does that warrant me a beating for developing a sexual appetite for her?”
It took Beni three seconds to answer. “No,” he admitted with a sigh.
He dropped his head with a long and tired sigh while Konro looked away, his eyes drawn to the stars in the sky. Finally speaking what he had been mulling over in his mind and heart was relieving him of a great weight, because Benimaru was taking this even better than he actually expected; he'd been expecting an outrageous and angry shouting match on the same level as that goddamn, fucking stupid Nude Calendar the Special Fire Force had each year—the one they had last year had earned Beni a brand new load of enamoured fangirls who'd fought over the papers the second they'd arrived. Although Konro could have taken the picture himself at the bath house, he'd actually tasked Niobe with the pics. And they'd been impressed by Beni's picture of him sitting on the edge of the bath, naked and wet, his back to her as she'd taken the picture. It made the 7th almost as popular as the 1st, whose priests had somehow stolen all the glory and thunder.
The punishment Niobe received at Beni's hands must have been... something. If anything, the multiple teeth marks, love bites all over her body and the awkward and clumsy way she'd walk four days after the event had confirmed he'd nearly gone all out. Even sitting down had been painful for her. That explained the smug and satisfactory expression he'd worn on his face for about two weeks.
Konro was really surprised—and pleasantly so—at Benimaru's behavior at the moment. He was calmer, most certainly trying to understand his predicament without flipping out on him, and that was a big step. Usually, he wouldn't even want to hear about troublesome matters and would shrug them off, but he always listened to him without taking any complaints. A huge step indeed. If this conversation led to an approval, he'd thank Waka the best way he could. It would mean the world to him.
When Benimaru looked back up at him, he had the most horrified and heartbroken expression on his face.
“Why didn't you fucking say somethin', Konro?” he asked in a hiss. “Why the hell did you keep quiet about this? You could have talked to me sooner, I could have—”
“Because I was too goddamn stupid and too much of a goddamn idiot to realize it myself, that's why,” Konro groaned guiltily, his expression falling. “My sexual infatuation with Niobe only started a few weeks ago. The more I kept dwellin' about it, the more frequently I'd secretly jerk off to her without your knowledge. I can't help it, Beni. I'm sorry it had to be her, but I don't think I'd be content with another woman's body—it just has to be her. No one else. My body and my cock desire her.”
His expression was that of a determined, yet tired man who was sick of denying himself the needs and desires he used to satisfy just because of a fucking condition who'd limited him. He wanted to feel whole again. Those dark blue eyes of his were burning with such determination and intensity that he was certain Waka couldn't refuse him that favor. If he wanted him to be well and love this life once again, all Konro could hope was that he understood and would give him his approval.
“I need and want to feel alive,” he growled, now glaring at Beni.
The silence that stretched between them was almost unnerving, with both Hikeshi glaring at each other. The atmosphere was tense and heavy, so much that Hika and Hina would immediately take refuge in Niobe's arms or right behind her, their adorable faces scrunched up in fear, sadness and concern. There would probably be tears in their huge golden eyes as well, and the sniper would look so pissed at them for making the girls cry. Konro was grateful Hina and Hika had gone with her to play a little before bed, because this wasn't a matter for their ears. He and Benimaru weren't even angry at each other in the first place, but explaining this to them would have been such a fucking pain in the ass he wouldn't know where to start.
Nonetheless, Konro won't back down. He'd made his decision and would stand by it. Beni had his pride, so did he and he'd already showed his hand, revealing his weakness and wounds. It was now all up to Waka to have a say and hand over his judgement. If he said no to sharing Niobe with him, Konro wouldn't beg. Wouldn't even get angry. He'd find another way, would get over his—
“Lemme talk to Niobe,” Benimaru declared calmly.
The words were so sudden that Konro swore he heard that wrong. Blinking twice, he stared dumbly at his captain with wide eyes.
“What...?” he murmured.
No, this can't be, he thought in utter disbelief, carefully staring at Waka. The heat in those mismatched eyes had definitely cooled down and the glower had completely faded as well. His expression was placid and calmer, more peaceful.
“Lemme talk to Niobe,” Benimaru repeated firmly, leaning back. “Now that I understand how much you've been suffering in silence and you can't take it anymore, I'm sure I can get her to... come around and talk this out with you.”
“W-Waka, are you saying...?” Konro started with a disbelieving expression and wide eyes.
The soft smile Benimaru gave him was beautiful. “You have my approval, Konro,” he confirmed, nodding. “Although I don't like sharing and the idea of imagining Niobe with another man would drive me crazy with jealousy, I won't tolerate anyone else than you. After all, I trust you with my life.”
He understands, the older Hikeshi thought happily as his body completely relaxed, his breathing slowed down and a broad smile curled up his lips. Elation and joy washed over his body, coupled with burning anticipation and scalding hot excitement at the promise of being alone with Niobe and finally being able to do all the dirty and naughty things he'd started to write down on a piece of paper—that he'd hidden somewhere safe, so that neither Benimaru or the girls (or even Niobe herself) would find it whenever they'd come into his quarters.
Konro was so happy he couldn't help the way he grabbed Waka's collar and pulled him into a tight hug. “Thank you, Beni,” he murmured gratefully in his ear.
“She hasn't agreed yet, ya know?” Benimaru replied sarcastically, though there was no bite. And he returned the hug as well. “The choice is hers to make and it's completely up to her if she wants to let you fuck her. So don't bring it up until the coast is clear.”
“Of course. Anything you want.”
~
“By the way, she loves the “Cowgirl” position,” Benimaru revealed with a wolfish smirk. “And she looks fucking erotic whenever she rides me raw.”
Konro had to snarl. “Shut the hell up, Waka,” he growled, frustrated.
“Don't hesitate to ask her to ride ya.
“Shut up!”
~
One thing about Sagamiya Konro was that he was immensely patient. Sometimes. But ever since Benimaru gave him his approval to have a sexual relationship with Niobe, he'd been on edge. Brimming with excitement and anticipation to talk to her earnestly so he could show her how much he wanted to fuck her. So Konro waited, going on about his duties and jerking off here and there at night.
Three nights later, as he was about to slide into his covers for a long, long night, the Hikeshi was interrupted by a knock on his screen door. A timid knock that immediately had his attention, and he made a beeline for the door, opening it. There stood Niobe, her hands behind her back and her eyes drawn to the floor. Inhaling sharply, Konro had to force his body from reacting too positively at her appearance—while seeing her naked and feeling her curvaceous figure grinding against him was all he wanted, he couldn't help the pleasant shivers and surges of heat upon seeing her shorts and tank top. All clinging to her curves. Those tantalizing breasts snuggled in this shirt would feel so good and heavy in his hands once he got to cup them.
Judging from her damp curls, the sweet smell of her conditioner and moisturizer, and her body wash, she'd just showered, had put her pajamas on and had directly come to his room. Already making this even more tempting, Konro thought as he suppressed a growl of pleasure, his eyes burning. She slowly looked up at him, her mismatched eyes round and big with wonder as she gazed at him in silence. A blush heated her cheeks while she nibbled on her lower lip.
“May I come in, Konro?” she asked politely.
Never breaking eye contact, he side-stepped to let her in. Sending him a small smile, she brushed past him—really brushed past him, so that her shoulder grazed his muscled stomach. Once she was inside, Konro poked his head out to check if anyone had seen this and met Benimaru's gaze, who stood at the corner of the hallway. The encouraging look, smile and nod he received from him was more than enough to steel his resolve and nerves even more, which made the older Hikeshi smile as well. He nodded back, then slid the shōji screen door shut.
Now, it was only him and the girl he desired to fuck. He wasn't even sure she'd walk out of this bedroom in good condition—meaning, as fresh as she looked right now. That was a dark promise.