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[v3rd]

Title: Seriously, Go Beforehand

Rating: M

Words: 1276

Summary: Written for Oumota Week 2019 Day 1: Stuck in a Small Space. Kaito and Kokichi are in the Exisal together when nature calls.

Warning: Brief piss kink

"Ugh, can you stop squirming already?! Your elbow's digging into my side!"

It was clear that the Exisal had only been made for one person from the moment the two of them climbed up into the cockpit. They were forced to share the lone seat and encroach on each others personal space, half of their bodies dangling off the side of the cheap plush chair.

But, well, Kaito preferred this to the alternative that was one of them murdering the other. After Kaito had forced the antidote upon Kokichi, the other seemed at a loss, and gone off on some nonsensical tangent on how Kaito needed to die by his hands instead of Maki's. Then, he'd suddenly switched, and seemed to think that some murder-suicide trick would "work".

That had been when Kaito intervened, delivering a swift punch to Kokichi's cheek once again to knock some sense into him. He hadn't been entirely sure what Kokichi's aim was, but he knew that death was not what any of them wanted--even Kokichi himself. Kaito could tell that much, at least. At last.

But something still had to be done, even after Kokichi calmed down enough to explain his goal better. Supposedly, he wanted to trick Monokuma and the true mastermind into thinking one of them died, so that they would hold a class trial. Somehow, that was supposed to ruin the killing game.

So, he played along. Kaito wanted this stupid game to end too, so if their goals were the same, even if he was still angry about everything that had happened in the last trial... Well, some things were more important than holding a grudge. He wasn't forgiving him, not yet, maybe not ever, but he would cooperate.

The two of them created a fake scene, though Kokichi seemed annoyed that a lot of his original plan was going to waste. But it couldn't be helped; too much of it would be easy to see though if they tried to fake it. They did the best they could with what they had, and then it was time to hide. When the Electrobomb wore off, there would be no turning back.

"What, Momota-chan can't take a little pain? You can deal it, but not take it? Man, life's gotta be boring for you in the bedroom." Despite the hiss of annoyance and the attempt at teasing, Kokichi's words were strained. It caused Kaito to more closely examine him, eyes squinting as he looked the other over.

His first thought was that Kokichi was still in pain--either from the arrow wounds or from the poison. The latter concerned him more; did the antidote work? It would really suck if both of them died from the Strike-9 anyway. After all, it was already bad for Kokichi that Kaito was going to... to...

He pushed that thought to the side. He could confront reality later. "Shut it. I'm trying to rest. It is the middle of the fuckin' night. You should sleep before everyone gets here in the morning; we won't be able to once the investigation and trial start."

Despite Kaito's request, Kokichi didn't cease his squirming. "You think I don't know that? Geez, you really are stupid."

"Stop calling me--!" He was cut off by a sharp jab to his side.

"Hey, keep your voice down. I know we tested how soundproof it is, but I don't wanna push our luck. The surveillance system's up and running now."

A growl of pain left Kaito's throat. "... Fine. Just stop squirming." He turned his body away to attempt sleep again, but it wasn't long before he felt Kokichi resume his jerky movements. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore it, but that proved impossible when a high whine sounded so close to his ear.

Kaito straightened himself again. "Seriously, what the hell's wrong with..." He trailed off as the realization hit him.

Kokichi's thin fingers were clutching desperately at his pants, and Kaito wasn't dense enough to ignore the very obvious implication of that. "Wait, do you have to pee?!"

"Good, good going, genius. Any other deductions you wanna share before you steal Saihara-chan's title?"

"Oh my god." Kaito pushed back greasy bangs, too caught up in his growing panic to respond properly to Kokichi's sassy remark. "Why the hell didn't you go before?!"

"I didn't have to go then!" Like a child being scolded, Kokichi's response came out as another whine, and his fingers tightened even more around his crotch. "Just--fuck--figure something out, spaceman. You're the one with the brain cell right now."

"What the hell's that mean?! And what do you expect me to do?!"

"Ugh, forget it! I'll just--" He started unzipping his pants, and before Kaito could protest, Kokichi's dick was out in the open. Unable to form a response, he opened and closed his mouth uselessly for a solid half-second before--

"Hey! Don't just--Don't fucking--No!" His impulses acted too fast, and his hand lunged downward and covered the tip of Kokichi's length, as if to stop anything from coming out. His actions would, of course, be utterly useless if Kokichi was to actually let go right then and there, but it was the thought that counted.

Not that he was actually thinking before he acted, and withdrew his hand as quickly as it had thrust out. His face burned. "Uhhhhh..."

Kokichi's face twitched. "Ew, dirty perverted Momota-chan just couldn't wait to touch my piss-filled dick, could he?" There was no bite to his words, just the flat affect of someone who was absolutely done. "Seriously though, I have to pee somewhere, and if you don't like it, well... Tough luck. Should've thought of that before forcing liquids down my throat. What did you expect to happen; that neither of us would have to use the bathroom before the trial?"

"It's gonna stink if you just... do... that!" Kaito blurted out. "I don't wanna spend the next day smelling ammonia!"

"Sensory adaptation would cover it up before long," Kokichi was quick to point out, though the way he wrinkled his nose suggested he wasn't fond of the thought either.

"C'mon, don't do this," he pleaded, having no other way of stopping him. "Can't you hold it?"

"No." Then, without further ado, he stared directly into Kaito's eyes as he aimed down and let go, a powerful stream shooting out the tip and hitting the floor under them with a loud hiss. Kaito was thankful that his feet were already pulled up, but not because that saved them from getting wet.

A wave of heat rushed over him from the sound, familiar yet foreign. He... His body... Why? Why was that sound, the sound of piss hitting the floor, and the relieved sigh leaving Kokichi's lips--why was that making him shiver? Why was it making his body hot, sending blood to the last place he wanted it? That was...

Kaito quickly jerked his head away from Kokichi's, embarrassment burning up to his ears as he tried to pretend this wasn't happening. Thankfully, it didn't last long, and whatever weird reaction had started was quickly being drowned out by the uncomfortable smell he'd warned Kokichi about. The other took no noticed, humming as he presumably tucked himself away.

"See, that wasn't too bad. Don't worry, I won't throw a fit when you need to go later." The teasing tone was far more genuine this time, clearly because the pressure that was hovering over Kokichi was finally gone.

Kaito just groaned and covered his head as he curled back up, willing the memory to leave his mind and for his pants to stop being uncomfortably tight.

[v3rd]

Title: What The Full Moon Brings

Rating: E

Words: 1711

Summary: The morning after a full moon brings some awkward revelations about Shuichi’s new form, as well as signs of his changing relationship with Kaito.

Shuichi stirred with the morning sunlight brushing his cheeks, the warm light easing past his closed eyelids and into his head. Unprepared, a soft whine left him as he rolled away, trying to hide his face so he could resume his rest. He was so warm... so comfortable... and still so tired.

A few more minutes of flickering in and out of consciousness was all he managed to get, however, as what he'd assumed to be his pillow suddenly took a deep breath, another grumbling whine leaving a throat that wasn't his own. Shuichi's body sunk lower on the bed as the support was pulled out from under his head, the side of his face quickly finding the bed sheets.

"Mm..." Shuichi reluctantly peeled his eyes open, shifting until he could prop himself up on his arms. His body shivered from air rushing over cold sweat. But he hardly had time to linger on that as his eyes landed on the person next to him.

Kaito.

His face flushed. He... somewhat remembered how he'd gotten here. Since being bitten by a werewolf, he'd had to deal with the consequences of being forced to shift every full moon. The first time, Hope's Peak had prepared an enclosure for him to use. It wasn't much better than a glorified cage--he'd hated every second in that room.

So, when this next full moon had drawn closer, he'd approached Kaito, and... well, he'd initially only vented about how the school's solution wasn't ideal, which had led to Kaito's offer to stay with him instead. Always the one to take risks, Kaito's lack of regard for his own safety didn't surprise Shuichi. And, of course, there had been nothing he could say or do that would deter him, so Shuichi relented, deciding that if things got dangerous, that Kaito would follow through with his reassurance of getting help.

The night itself was but a blur in Shuichi's mind. He could faintly recall when he'd started to feel off--the sign he'd begun to recognize meant he was starting to shift. A quick glance around the room revealed no damage, thankfully, but he did see the shredded remains of the clothes he'd worn the day before. Modesty had won out, and he paid the price for it.

That sight sparked a thought in his mind, and he quickly looked down to see his bare body, lower half only just covered by the thick space comforter draped over the two of them. As if he wasn't embarrassed already, sleeping in the same bed as someone he was admittedly very attracted to--and not only that, but cuddling up to him--and the realization that he was doing so naked--

He scrambled to throw the covers off, body unsurprisingly sore from the ordeal of transforming twice in the span of a single night. His eyes rapidly scanned the room, entirely focused on finding something to wear, to cover himself up before--

"Hm...? Shuichi...?" Kaito stirred, calling out with a deep, sleep-filled yawn. Shuichi froze, and like a deer in the headlights, he was unable to do anything but watch as the other rolled over and pulled himself up into a seated position. He rubbed at his eyes, another yawn joining the first. "Up already?"

"Yes...?" His response was hesitant and unsure, despite the fact that it was an easy answer. It was probably because he was suddenly very aware of the fact that Kaito wasn't wearing a shirt, exposing his well-built chest. Was he wearing any...?

No! Abort mission! He mentally smothered the rising thoughts to contain the building fire crawling under his skin.

Oblivious to Shuichi's inner struggle, Kaito stretched, a content hum filling the room. "I see, that's good. Thought you'd be out for a while, all things considered." Before Shuichi could begin to make wild assumptions about other interpretations of Kaito's statement, he continued on. "If you want the shower first, it's all yours."

... God, this was too domestic.

"I, um, should probably be getting back to my own room." A nervous laugh accompanied his reply, bubbling out of his throat reflexively. He reached for the blanket, pulling his legs toward himself to hide his state of undress.

Unfortunately, that just attracted Kaito's attention. His eyes were still unfocused with sleep, but awake enough that Shuichi could see the moment that awareness crept into them, dusting Kaito's cheeks with a pink tinge. "Oh, uh, sorry 'bout your clothes. They were, uh, you know, you were kinda... Upset? Er, well, maybe more of restless..." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in an alluring way.

"Restless?" Well, that wouldn't surprise him. Transforming, although not pain-free, seemed to give him a burst of adrenaline.

"Yeah, and, uh..." He licked his lips, then his eyes, which had been flickering around everywhere but Shuichi, returned to him--or rather, to his bare skin, trailing lower and lower--

By the time the realization of where Kaito was looking hit him, it was too late to cover himself up. But shock didn't fill Kaito's eyes; it was more of... confusion? As Shuichi jerked the blanket over his lower half, Kaito's eyes snapped up, clearly not intending to let his gaze stray so far off.

But again, it was too late to take back what had been seen. Shuichi opened his mouth, prepared to stammer out an explanation, when--

"Didn't you, uh... have... last night, you..." His face was bright red, and his eyebrows were furrowed with thought. "I thought... you had a dick?"

"N-No? I, I don't--I've never--I wasn't born with one."

His answer only increased the tightness of Kaito's face. "But--But you--! I'm sure that--!" He pinched the bridge of his nose, face contorted with concentration. "Maybe... Gah, I dunno. I'm sure that you had one. 'Cause... 'Cause you..."

As if dragged from the depths of his subconscious by Kaito's assertion, the phantom sensation of the penis he'd always wished he'd had burned in his lower half. A flipbook animation flickered, the smudged drawings depicting a scene that he wasn't sure was rooted in fantasy or reality.

The musky smell of sweat, his face buried in a purple shoulder as his hips rolled against the thigh trapped between his own. A needy whine, a pant. His clawed fingers curling into fabric. There was an unfamiliar sensation, foreign, yet... It wasn't. He'd felt this before, not quite in this way, beneath the covers of his own bed. It was... heavier. More significant.

His lower half ground relentlessly against the firm surface beneath it, feeling the pulse of something strong drawing closer. So close, yet so far away. Frustration vibrated in his throat, and his heart beat so strongly that he could feel the blood pooling in the phallic flesh that had replaced what was once his clit.

"Shuichi?" Kaito's concern pulled him out of his head, upon which he was immediately struck with a wave of heat from the distinctly erotic images. His lips curled into his mouth, teeth finding bits of lip to pinch and tear out. His damn body was betraying him--beneath the covers, he could feel the slick wetness of arousal.

He tried to distract himself with more rational thoughts. "Um, er, well, may-maybe it was... Maybe it was something where my, my body, when I shifted, it just... Changed that too? Ahaha..."

Though he wasn't sure if that was actually the case, Kaito seemed to accept that answer. "Oh, yeah, that could be it." He scratched the back of his head, and pointedly looked elsewhere. "Well... If you, uh, need any privacy or anything, I can grab you some clothes and give you a minute."

The lack of questions as to his body's... natural state certainly wasn't unwelcome, though he knew in the near future he'd be compelled to explain further. "Yeah, um, thanks. I brought a change of clothes; it's in my bag."

He gestured to the desk it leaned against, and Kaito was quick to roll out of bed and retrieve it. Despite Shuichi's brain yelling at him, his eyes still were drawn to check the rest of Kaito's body. Clothed, thankfully, but as Kaito returned, something about the way he walked, something about the way his pajama pants folded in the front...

His face flushed, and he could only mumble out a thanks as he accepted his bag and let Kaito excuse himself. He'd meant to apologize for anything... unsavory he might've done the previous night, but he couldn't get the words out, even after he was dressed. He was too distracted, the scene from earlier only growing sharper the more times it looped.

It certainly wasn't helping his problem. At least it wasn't visible...

One awkward goodbye later, Shuichi hastily retreated back to his room. Though Kaito hadn't exactly kicked him out or anything, Shuichi knew he couldn't continue enduring whatever... pressure had built up the night before. His back found his mattress, and his hand slipped down into his boxers--which were unfortunately already damp despite the short time he'd been wearing them.

Somehow, he felt so much more sensitive than he usually did. He could chalk it up to this part having been affected by his transformation as well, but it almost certainly was compounded by having been in Kaito's presence while his body was drowning in teenage hormones, as well as whatever hormones came with his new werewolf existence. After all... he hadn't felt like this the morning after the last full moon.

His fingers found his clit, and his pulse raced as he felt just how hard it was. Just the subtle difference in length was enough to satisfy him, though his mind would wander off to his memories to truly fulfill him, even if doing so did make him feel guilty once the rush of endorphins settled down.

This was... certainly something he'd have to talk with Kaito about. But if he could put off a talk that could threaten their friendship, then... Yes, he probably would. At least for now. He wasn't the type to run away forever, but he recognized the need to collect his thoughts first, to understand the different facets of the situation before complicating their daily life with a half-formed wrench. With that resolve in place, he let himself go.