“Nnn… A-Aris…”

Aris blinked, gazing thickly at the blue walls of the shower stall. Hot water was pouring against the back of his head and hammering onto his back, coating his senses with a thick mist.

He lowered his head and met the glossy dark irises of the boy he’d pinned against the wall. Fang was trembling, his bangs smeared against his forehead, his lips swollen and red, and his stare dull with lust. “No… No more…” He twitched and grimaced, wrapping his shaky fingers around Aris’s wrists in an attempt to stop the man from toying with their rubbing erections. “Outside… they’ll hear… ahh…!” He uttered a soft, sweet cry, head tilting to the side with a shiver.

Beyond the shower stall, the faint chattering of men’s voices was muffled by the hissing of water. It sounded busy out there, in the public shower, but Aris lowered his head with a grin and clamped his lips around the boy’s ear.

“It’s alright. Let them hear.”

“Ahnnn-Aris, no…!” The boy shuddered violently, hands gripping his arm tightly and hips jerking against his. “C-Can’t…!”

“It’s fine…” Aris murmured, breathing hotly against Fang’s flushed cheeks. “Relax… let it out…”

“Ahhh…!” Back arching off the wall, the boy stiffened and squirted his seed between them, the warm fluid grazing Aris’s abdomen before slowly oozing off his skin, driven by the water. In the echo of his ecstatic cry, the chattering outside faltered.

“Ah… idiot… they heard me…” Fang gasped breathlessly, wriggling away from Aris and turning his back. He bent over as he tried to peek through the doorknob, completely exposing the flesh of his rear end.

Unable to stop himself, Aris grabbed the boy’s hips and grinded his sticky erection against the boy’s warm flesh. Fang twitched visibly, hands slipping an inch against the slick walls as he glanced back with a piqued grimace.

“Aris…”

“…Yes…?” Aris murmured, lifting one hand from the boy’s waist to his chest. Discovering a hard bud there, he played with it, softly rubbing the tip and pinching it between his fingers. Fang cringed, brows furrowed in an expression of terse bliss. “… What is it, Fang…?” he breathed, leaning forward and capturing the boy’s glimmering eyes with his own heady stare.

“Ah… Aris’s…” Fang panted, hips shaking and rubbing unconsciously against the man’s erection. “Aris’s thing… gonna… go inside…?”

“You want me to put it in?” Aris whispered, squeezing the boy’s swollen nipple hard.

Fang cried out again, oblivious now to the stunned murmuring outside their stall. “Ahnn, yes, put it in…!”

“Are you sure?” Aris growled huskily, nibbling the torn edge of Fang’s left ear.

“Yes, yes, hurry!” Fang pleaded, thrusting instinctively backwards with a shudder.

“Shh, everyone can hear you…” Aris said in a low voice, rubbing himself teasingly against the boy’s twitching entrance.

Fang let out a garbled, impatient moan. “It’s okay – it’s okay, I don’t care…!”  

“Really? Then… ‘Aris is playing with my nipples,’ say it out loud,” Aris purred, smirking to himself as he pressed his lips against the boy’s back and squeezed the bud in his hand.

“E-Eh?!” Fang jolted, then whimpered and mumbled incoherently. “Aris is… playing… with my…”

“They can’t hear you, Fang…” Aris rumbled, pleased as the boy’s timid voice trickled through his brain.

“Ahh… Aris is… playing with my nipples…!” Fang cried, red up to the tips of his ears as he lowered his head with an ashamed moan. “Aris, Aris please…”

“‘Now they’re red and swollen, like cherries…’ go on,” Aris murmured, nudging him slightly as a small reward.

“Ahh, no, don’t wanna,” Fang panted, glancing back with teary eyes. “It’s e-embarrassing…”

“But it feels good, doesn’t it?” Aris said coaxingly, spreading his finger over to the other bud. Even though he hadn’t touched it, it was already firm and almost as swollen as the first one.

“Hnn…” Fang shuddered, tossing his head back with a desperate whine. “Now they’re… red and swollen, like cherries…!”

“Good boy,” Aris purred, stretching the boy’s entrance with his fingers and finally letting himself shove into the tight warmth within.

“Ahhhh!” Fang cried blissfully, shoulders trembling as he slid an inch lower against the walls. “Aris… Aris…! Feels good…!”

“Mhm…” Aris murmured, grimacing in pleasure as the boy’s twitching insides sucked him in. “Me too…”

Growing breathy and increasing in pitch, Fang’s coy voice rose into the wet steam, showering him with its delicious sweetness. “More… more… h-harder…!”

Thrusting firmly in, Aris lowered his head with a terse growl, his own limbs twitching in joy. “… Fang…” He rumbled, a surge of dizziness rushing to his head as Fang twitched violently and replied with a ravaged groan.

“Aris…!”

Blinking blearily, Aris opened his eyes and waited for the black sparkles to disappear from the edge of his vision as he stared up at the brown underside of the upper bunk.

… What… the fuck…?

There was no siren ringing in the background. Just his heavy breathing, sweat-soaked tank top, and shocked consciousness.

Aris sat up. He pulled his bedsheets away and dizzily tried to figure out what time it was.

Day one-thousand and two. He counted that first, out of habit, then dragged himself out of bed. He had probably missed the morning wake-up call… though a glance at the digital clock beside his lamp told him that he still had just under twenty minutes to get to breakfast.

… What the hell was that? It had felt so realistic… Disgruntled, Aris shuffled forward, his limbs still numb with feeling. I must be too pent up. Forgot to take care of myself, he thought, before promptly tripping over something lying on the ground.

Managing to steady himself with an alarmed huff, Aris glanced down and saw the body of a boy lying face-down on the cement floor. Alarm burst into his chest, then disappeared a half-second later when he remembered that he’d knocked Fang out the night before.

Annoyed again, Aris turned, about to leave the boy there as usual when he found himself glancing back again.

… Shit. Grudgingly, Aris bent down and shook the boy’s shoulder. This is for using you in a wet dream, alright? “Hey, wake up,” he grumbled, jostling the boy a little more vigorously when Fang didn’t immediately come to.

“… Mmm…” Fang moaned, slapping his hand away. “Two more minutes…”

Sighing, Aris leaned close to the boy’s ear and whispered. “Fang, breakfast…”

The boy’s eyes snapped open and he sat up instantly, nearly smashing their heads together. “Where?!” he demanded, before lifting a hand to his head and cringing. “Ow, shit, what hurts…?”

Satisfied, Aris straightened and headed for the door. “Come on. Fifteen minutes left,” he said, jerking his head towards outside.

“Oh no!” Fang exclaimed, leaping up and rushing past him only to skid to a stop and glance back with wide eyes. “… You woke me up!” he realized, staring at Aris with wide, dark eyes.

Aris shrugged, slipping his hands into his pant pockets as he calmly followed the boy’s footsteps. “I tripped over you. Told you not to sleep on the floor.”

At that, Fang’s grateful expression contorted into an indignant scowl. “I didn’t fall asleep, I passed out!” he complained, rubbing one of the many bruises on his face gingerly. “Damnit it Aris, teach me how to throw a punch like that.”

“You?” Scoffing, Aris brushed past the boy, shoulders bumping. “After yesterday, something tells me you’re not great at learning.”

“H-Huh?” Fang said in confusion, trailing after him slowly before he realized what the man was talking about with a flash of indignance in his eyes and an instant blush. “H-Hey, fighting is different! I’ve never had a reason to learn how to suck a man’s dick before, you know?!”

Lowering his head with a faint chuckle, Aris turned away before the boy could notice and quickened his pace as he spotted the cafeteria door propped open up ahead. “If you can beat Tao, I think you already know how to throw a punch.”

“Not one like that!” Fang’s shrill objection hammered persistently at the back of his head as he headed for the food window. In an attempt to shut the boy up, Aris grabbed a tray and turned around, smacking it lightly on Fang’s head. “Shut up, you’re annoying.”

Attention instantly diverted, Fang grabbed the tray from him and shoved past with a diabolic laugh as he triumphantly grabbed his food first. Shaking his head, Aris took whatever the boy left behind, then followed him to the table.

Han and Rai were sitting extra close today, he noticed immediately. Shoulders touching, heads inclined towards each other slightly as they talked. Rai looked like he’d been laughing – though that didn’t mean much, when was the boy not laughing in some form or another? – but when he noticed the two of them coming, he lifted his head and leaned over the table. Aris didn’t like that dark, smirking look one bit.