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[RL with Justin and Kid]

Giriko had to admit that it had taken him a bit of time to get his head back on straight after the last couple of revelations and events.

But even though he couldn't actually remember much of his drunken conversation with Henry a couple of nights ago, he felt better. He felt a little bit like a decision had been made, or at least that Henry had his back, which was more than he ever would have expected - and a lot more than he probably deserved.

So it was frustrating to him that Justin hadn't magically gotten over his issues at the exact moment that Giriko had. With Justin avoiding him and only talking to him as much as he was required to do in Team Meetings with His Fucking High Noahness and his little cocksucker, life at the headquarters was a lot more boring than it should be. And it was Justin who'd wanted him there so bad in the first place!

That fact was giving Giriko a pretty damn good idea, all on its own.

He knocked on Justin's door, pounding pretty hard so the priest couldn't claim not to have heard it. And if Justin ignored it anyway, he was fully prepared to kick the damn thing in.

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Giriko smirked fiercely, curving his fingers up to rub against Justin's prostate again. "Just relax," he purred. "It won't hurt if ya relax, I promise. I told ya that before. You ain't scared of me, are you? No reason why you should be."

Justin moaned, unable to stop himself this time. He went limp, thankful that at least he was relaxed now and he was completely sure he'd hate himself for this in the morning. "I'm not... When did I ever say I was scared of you?" he said as indignantly as he could manage.

Giriko laughed, scissoring the fingers open gradually now that Justin was beginning to relax. "If you ain't scared why are are you so tense and freaked out? It's just fucking, Justin. It ain't like I'm gonna hurt you."

'Just' fucking was a weird concept to Justin. All through his life he taught that sex was accompanied by love and trust and the like, and while he wasn't sure if he prescribed to that theory, the idea of 'just' fucking wasn't something he knew how to deal with very well. And he wasn't sure whether he preferred Giriko meaning something by it or not meaning something by it.

But either way, he needed to stay calm about this. He believed Giriko wasn't planning on hurting him, at least. Justin relaxed against the sheets. "I'm not tense at all, what are you talking about?"

"Then no problem," Giriko said, curling his fingers around Justin's cock again and beginning to stroke slowly and teasingly. He was almost ready and he wanted to keep him from tensing up again.

It didn't occur to him that Justin might have been holding out for love. Justin was here, with a bunch of corrupt assholes, and he was one himself. Wasn't he? Sure, he was young, and had been raised by those goodie-goodies at Shibusen, but he also hadn't really protested. He figured whatever hangups he had had to do with this weird power thing he had.

Justin gasped softly, hips jerking into the touch blindly. His hands grasped Giriko's shoulders, his short nails digging into the skin slightly. He pressed his lips against the chainsaw's neck gently, thanking him, maybe. Nope, no problem indeed.

Giriko's grim smirk softened at the gentle kiss. He turned his head and kissed Justin on the lips, just as gentle.

Then he drew his fingers out of Justin's body, positioned himself, and pushed his cock slowly, but smoothly inside.

Justin sighs softly, clinging a bit tighter to Giriko's shoulders. It was embarrassing as anything, and he hated the way he was enjoying this, but he took solace in the fact that he was fairly certain he enjoyed it more the other way around. And maybe he could convince Giriko the same. But for now, he could deal with this. It wasn't awful.

Giriko was being as gentle and careful as he knew how to be, pushing slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated completely inside the boy.

He groaned and lowered his head, gasping at the tightness of the virgin body. "Fuck...so fuckin' good," he moaned.

Slowly, as Justin's body began to adjust to his girth, he pulled out and began to thrust. The ring on his cock rubbed and caught, skittering along Justin's prostate, stimulating it far more than simple fingers could have.

Justin cried out at the sensation, loud enough that somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if anyone else in the church heard him. His coordination was fairly terrible at the moment, but he still tried to meet Giriko's thrusts. As much as his loss of control annoyed him, he couldn't bring himself to stop. "God..."

Giriko snorted that that was the first word of passion Justin spoke. At least he was crying out now, and that just made everything worthwhile.

Beginning to pant from excitement and arousal, Giriko thrust faster and harder, soon pounding into Justin's body with abandon.

He didn't care if Noah heard them, or any of the others, and he didn't much care if Justin cared about that. He just wanted Justin to know that Giriko had made him yell with pleasure, even though he hadn't wanted to.

Justin moaned loudly, jerking with every one of Giriko's thrusts. At this point, he couldn't care less how loud he was getting, his want of self-control so very far back in his mind. But if he had to pick someone to have this effect on him, it would most certainly be Giriko.

He grabbed a hold of one of Giriko's hands and guided it over to his cock. He had a feeling Giriko wouldn't have done it on his own, and Justin didn't think he could force himself to beg even if he could manage to form a sentence.

Giriko grabbed Justin's cock readily and pulled on it in short, hard strokes. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the incredible feeling of Justin's body squeezing him tightly, giving a soft grunt of effort with each thrust into the boy's body.

"Yeah, yeah, you want it," he growled. "You know ya do. Fuck yeah, Justin. Lemme hear you."

Justin let out a feeble whimper. There was something lovely about Giriko's voice that compelled him to listen to the... Request? Order? But his damn pride got in the way and he kept his vocalizations fairly quiet, minus the occasional accidental shout that sounded suspiciously like some part of Giriko's name.

He squirmed against the sheets, clutching to Giriko's shoulders desperately. Giriko's ministrations finally managed to wrench a scream from Justin as he came, still holding Giriko desperately as he rode out his orgasm.

Giriko gave a yell of his own, thrusting hard into Justin's body one more time as he climaxed on Justin's heels. He growled the boy's name, bending to bite and suck at Justin's throat, marking him deeply in blood as he came.

When the waves of pleasure let him go, he collapsed on top of Justin, breathing hard and murmuring nonsensically with satisfied, sleepy pleasure.

"Good," he murmured. "Yeah, real good. Told ya."

Justin could feel the blood pooling in the hallows of his neck. It was relaxing in a strange way. Or maybe Giriko laying on him was the thing that was actually relaxing.

And then, shame. Ego crushing shame.

"You... Colossal... Ingrate!" He was shaking with rage, but he for some odd reason couldn't bring himself to just kill Giriko, so he had no way to let it out for once.

The reversal was, in a word - confusing. Giriko pushed himself up with his arms and looked down at Justin with a perplexed look on his face.

"What!?"

Justin, growing increasingly more red in the face, rather obviously from anger rather than a blush, and seriously resisting the urge to slap Giriko across the face, couldn't do a whole lot other than glare. "You... You... You stupid... Bastard!" He started squirming backwards away from Giriko, hoping to get off the bed and slip his robes back on.

What the fuck.

No really, what the actual fuck.

Giriko let him squirm out from under him, too gobsmacked to put up any real resistance. But as Justin slipped off the bed, he recovered his voice.

"You fuckin' two-faced pussy," he snapped. "You seriously telling me that after lying there and practically begging me to fuck you, now you're gonna pull this kind of bitchy shit!"

"I never begged you!" Justin spat back, starting to fasten his robes back into place. He couldn't quite stand straight up on his wobbly legs, and he was forced to lean on the mattress more than he would have liked, but he felt too damn outraged to make a show of that. "Nothing I did constituted as begging you!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Giriko snapped, grabbing his pants and pulling them on in quick, short jerky movements. "You liked it! Don't try to tell me you didn't, because that's bullshit!"

"Self-serving hedonist," he mumbled, marching indignantly to the other side of the bad to glower at Giriko. "What's wrong with me? No, what's wrong with you!?" Justin could honestly feel his voice straining. All the yelling he was doing was not good for him apparently.

"What?!" Giriko exclaimed, jumping to his feet and glaring right into Justin's face. "What the fuck did I do that you didn't like so much?!"

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And that's what bothered Justin so much. A million excuses that sounded somewhat ridiculous but were at least better than the truth flew through his head, but he just couldn't seem to articulate any of them. So he stayed quiet and hoped Giriko wasn't planning on hating him because of this.

Giriko waited. And waited a bit more.

Then he smirked.

"I didn't do a fuckin' thing wrong, did I?" he said smugly. "You're just pissed because you liked it so much and you're ashamed."

[RL with Justin and Kid]

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