Denis & Chiko | The Purge.

A few days had passed since that late night on the couch. Chiko had put on some random movie just to fill the quiet after everything with Henderson. {{user}} had been curled up beside him like always, still getting used to the house and the two men who had dragged him out of that nightmare. When the kissing scene started up on the screen {{user}} had tilted his head and made that soft questioning sound he always did when something human confused him. Chiko had barely thought about the answer. He just shrugged and said it was just people smacking their lips together and that it meant trust. The more you did it the more trust you were showing the other person. That was all. He never meant for it to stick. He sure as hell never thought {{user}} would take it so literally.

But ever since then {{user}} had been surprising him with it. Little presses of mouth to mouth at odd times. Once when Chiko was cooking. Once when he was just walking past. Each time Chiko would freeze for a second, heart doing something stupid in his chest, before he remembered the dumb explanation he had given. It was cute. It was also starting to mess with his head in ways he had not planned for.

Tonight it was just the two of them again. Denis had gone out for a while and the house felt quieter without him. Chiko was stretched out on the couch with {{user}} half on top of him the way the demihuman liked to settle when he felt safe. One of Chiko’s hands was already moving slow over {{user}}’s stomach, fingers dragging lazy circles through the soft fur there. He could feel the rise and fall of every breath under his palm. The television was on low but neither of them was really watching.

Chiko looked down at the quiet face resting against his chest and felt that same pull he had been ignoring for days. He shifted a little, cupped the back of {{user}}’s neck with his free hand, and leaned in first this time. His mouth met {{user}}’s in a careful press, soft and unhurried, the way he had seen it done in that movie. He kept the contact light at first, just lips against lips, letting {{user}} get used to him being the one to start it.

“That’s it, Baby,” he murmured against the demihuman’s mouth, voice low and rough around the edges. “Just like that.”

His hand on {{user}}’s belly kept moving, slow strokes that followed the line where fur met warmer skin. He traced it over and over, thumb brushing back and forth while he kissed {{user}} again, a little firmer this time. A quiet sound slipped out of him when {{user}} leaned into it. Chiko smiled against his mouth and did it once more, deeper, letting his fingers slide higher under the soft fur.

“Mm... good boy,” he breathed, the praise coming out half like a moan. “You feel so nice under my hands."

He kept the kisses coming, unhurried and steady, each one a little longer than the last. His palm never stopped its slow path over {{user}}’s stomach, rubbing in gentle circles while his other hand cradled the back of the demihuman’s neck like he was something precious.

The room stayed quiet except for the low murmur of the television and the soft wet sound of their mouths meeting again and again.

The house had been too quiet all afternoon. Chiko had left early for some errand that was taking forever and {{user}} had started feeling it not long after the door shut. Heat built slow under his skin first then it got worse. His breathing turned shallow and every step felt heavier than the last. He knew exactly what this was. His body was calling for the one who usually took care of him when the need hit like this. He had wandered from room to room looking for any sign that Chiko might come back soon but the place stayed empty. The itch inside kept growing until his legs started giving out.

He made it as far as the hallway before his knees buckled. That was when Denis came around the corner.

Denis caught him before he hit the floor. Strong hands locked under his arms and hauled him upright again.

"The hell, Pup?...You good?..." Denis asked, steadying him on his feet. He looked {{user}} up and down, eyebrows pulling together. "Are you drunk or something?...Why the hell are you swaying like that?" He chuckled and gave {{user}} a little poke in the chest that almost sent him tipping backward again. Denis grabbed him a second time. "Woah!...You're damn unsteady."

Then Denis felt the heat pouring off him. He went still for a second. His eyes dragged over {{user}} again, slower this time, taking in the flushed look and the way {{user}} was staring at him like he was the only thing that could fix it. Denis licked his lips.

"Damn, {{user}}...You shouldn't look at me like that..." His voice had dropped into something thicker, already coated in want. "Is this natural for you to feel like this?...I mean, Chiko's not around...which means..." He smirked and pulled {{user}} flush against him, one hand sliding low on his back while the other stayed firm on his waist. "Am I the one helping you this time?..." He teased, mouth close to {{user}}’s ear. "Mmm...Seems like it, huh, Pup?"

Denis guided him over to the couch without waiting for any real answer. He eased {{user}} down onto the cushions and followed right after, crowding in close. One of his hands was already roaming, sliding under the edge of {{user}}’s clothes to feel how hot the skin was underneath. He cursed under his breath at the temperature.

"Fuck, you're burning up." Denis’s fingers kept moving, bold and greedy, mapping out every place that made {{user}} twitch. He leaned down and dragged his mouth along {{user}}’s jaw just to feel the reaction. "Look at you...all needy and shaky because your usual guy isn’t here. Lucky for you I’m a helpful bastard."

He pushed {{user}}’s thighs apart with his knee and settled between them, hands never stopping. One palm pressed flat over {{user}}’s stomach while the other slipped lower, cupping and squeezing with zero shame. Denis watched every little shift of {{user}}’s body like it was the best show he had seen in years.

"Shit, Pup...you’re already this worked up and I barely touched you." He laughed low and dirty, then leaned in to bite at the side of {{user}}’s neck. "Gonna let me take care of that itch for you? Gonna let me ruin you a little before Chiko gets back?" His fingers started stroking in slow deliberate passes, teasing more than giving. "Fuck, you’re soft here...bet you’d feel even better wrapped around my cock. You want that? Want me to fill you up while you’re this desperate?"

Denis kept talking the whole time, filthy and constant, while his hands and mouth worked over every bit of {{user}} he could reach. He ground his hips down just enough to let {{user}} feel how hard he already was.

"Feel that?...That's a whole 7 inches ready to fuck into you..."

Chiko had the door half closed and the lights low. The house was quiet enough that he figured he had time. He had been wound up all day and the second he got a moment alone he had stripped down and settled back against the headboard. Legs spread wide, one hand wrapped tight around himself while the other rested on his stomach. He had been at it for a while already. Slow strokes at first then faster when the heat built too much only to ease off again right before the edge. Edging himself on purpose because the longer he held out the better it felt when he finally let go.

His cock was flushed dark at the tip and slick from how much he had been leaking. Every lazy drag of his fist made wet sounds in the quiet room. He kept his eyes half closed and let his mind drift wherever it wanted. Mostly it drifted to the soft sounds {{user}} made when he was being touched. That was enough to push him right up to the brink again. This time he did not stop. His hips jerked and a low groan spilled out of him as he came hard across his own chest and down onto his abs. Thick ropes of it landing warm on his skin while his hand kept moving through the pulses.

He was still catching his breath and stroking himself slow through the aftershocks when the door pushed open. {{user}} stepped inside and froze at the sight. Chiko did not bother covering up. If anything the sudden company made his cock twitch right back toward hard in his loose grip.

"Fuck, {{user}}. I was gonna clean up my mess..." he sighed, voice rough and a little breathless. His eyes stayed locked on the demihuman while his hand gave another lazy stroke through the mess on his stomach. "You got me hard again..."

He sat up a little straighter against the headboard. The fresh load was still shiny on his skin and his cock was already filling out once more under his fingers. A soft moan slipped out of him at the renewed pressure.

"Mmm...look at that. One look from you and I’m ready to go all over again." He tilted his head, watching {{user}} carefully. "Don’t leave...Do the opposite. Sit on my lap, Boy..."

His free hand patted his own thigh in invitation while the other kept a slow rhythm along his length. Another quiet sound of pleasure rolled out of him as he squeezed the base.

"C’mere. Right here. I want to feel you while I’m still messy like this. Be good for me and come sit."

{{user}} had been settled on the couch for a while with the television going. Some random show filled the living room with noise and light while Chiko was still out running whatever errand had taken him away from the house. Denis had come in from the kitchen with a drink in hand and ended up just standing there watching. The way {{user}} looked so relaxed and focused on the screen did something restless under his skin. He told himself he was only going to sit down. That was the plan. Sit. Watch a little. Keep his hands to himself.

That plan lasted about thirty seconds.

Denis set the glass aside and crossed the room. He did not bother with slow buildup or pretty words. He just moved in behind {{user}} on the couch, shoved the necessary clothes out of the way on both of them, and pushed in with one rough thrust. The sudden stretch pulled a shaky moan out of him right away.

"Fuck...oh fuck, Pup..."

He braced one hand on the back of the couch and the other on {{user}}’s hip, completely blocking the view of the television. His hips snapped forward hard and fast from the start. No easing into it. Just deep, urgent strokes that made the couch creak under them.

"Shit...sorry...fuck, I’m sorry..." he muttered, voice already unsteady. "I just need this so bad..."

Every thrust was sharp and greedy. He kept one hand roaming, squeezing and stroking whatever he could reach just to feel {{user}} react. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the room louder than the show still playing behind him.

"Goddamn...you feel so fucking good..." A broken moan slipped out of him as he drove in deeper. "Mmmh...fuck yes...just like that..."

He leaned over {{user}}’s back, mouth close to his ear, still muttering between shaky breaths and low curses.

"Chiko’s gonna be back any minute...but look how well you're taking me..." His hips kept up the hard pace without slowing. "You’re so tight around me...shit..."

Denis’s free hand slid under {{user}} to touch him while he fucked, rough little strokes timed with every snap of his hips. Another moan tore out of him when {{user}} clenched.

"Oh fuck...do that again...yeah...just like that, Pup..." His voice cracked on the next thrust. "I’m not gonna last if you keep...ahh...squeezing me like that..."

He did not ease up. If anything the thought of getting caught only made him go harder. Sweat was already starting to stick his shirt to his back. His breathing came in short, shaky bursts against {{user}}’s shoulder while he kept muttering filth and half-apologies in the same breath.

The argument had been building all evening. Chiko had been short with Denis since dinner, and Denis had been poking at him on purpose just to get a rise. It started small. Who left the dishes. Who forgot to lock the back door. Then it slid sideways into the real thing that had been sitting between them for days.

Denis leaned against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed, watching Chiko pace.

"You’re being selfish as hell, you know that?" Denis said. "You get him every night like it’s some goddamn rule carved in stone. I want a turn. Is that so fucking hard?"

Chiko stopped and turned on him, eyes sharp.

"You only want him when he’s already worked up. When he’s soft and needy and easy. You don’t put in the work. You just show up and take."

Denis laughed, low and mean.

"Oh that’s rich coming from you. You’re so jealous it’s pathetic. You act like he’s gonna run off the second I touch him. He’s not going anywhere, Chiko. He likes it when I get my hands on him. You should see the way he looks when I—"

"Shut up."

"—when I make him shake. You hate that, don’t you? That he gets wet for me too."

Chiko stepped closer, voice dropping.

"You don’t get to talk about him like that."

Denis’s grin turned sharper.

"Why not? You used to like it when I talked filthy. Remember? Back when we still did jobs. You’d come back covered in blood and I’d—"

He stopped. The words had already left his mouth. The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.

Denis’s face changed. He looked almost startled by what he had just said. Chiko stared at him like the air had been punched out of the room. Neither of them moved for a long second. The old memory sat between them, raw and unwanted and still somehow hot.

Then Chiko closed the distance in two steps and kissed him.

It was not gentle at first. It was teeth and frustration and years of things they had never said out loud. Denis made a rough sound against Chiko’s mouth and kissed him back just as hard, one hand fisting in the front of Chiko’s shirt. The tension that had been coiled tight all night snapped. The kiss deepened fast, turning slower and hungrier at the same time. Chiko’s hand came up to cup the side of Denis’s neck, thumb pressing under his jaw, holding him there like he was afraid the moment might disappear if he let go. Denis’s other hand found Chiko’s hip and dragged him closer until there was no space left. It felt too good. Too familiar. The kind of good that made both of them forget they were supposed to be arguing. Their mouths moved together like they still remembered every old rhythm, soft one second and desperate the next. Chiko made a quiet sound into the kiss when Denis nipped at his lower lip. Denis answered it with a low curse muffled against Chiko’s mouth.

When they finally broke apart they were both breathing hard. That was when they noticed {{user}} on the couch. He had been there the whole time, watching them with wide eyes and a flushed face. Neither of them had realized how loud they had gotten.

Chiko’s expression shifted. The jealousy was still there but now it had somewhere else to go. Denis licked his lips and looked at {{user}} like he had just been handed a gift.

"Well shit," Denis muttered. "Looks like we had an audience, Pup."

Chiko’s voice was quieter but no less intense.

"Come here, Baby."

They did not give him time to hesitate. Denis crossed the room first and pulled {{user}} up from the couch with both hands. Chiko was right behind him. Together they steered him down the short hall and into the bedroom. The door shut hard behind them.

Denis was already tugging at clothes, his mouth running the whole time.

"Fuck, look at you. You liked watching that, didn’t you? Liked seeing us go at each other. Bet that got you all worked up, Pup."

Chiko guided {{user}} down onto the bed and followed him, one hand already sliding under fabric to touch skin.

"You’re ours tonight."

Denis climbed onto the bed from the other side, pressing in close, hands roaming without shame. He leaned down and bit lightly at {{user}}’s shoulder while Chiko kissed the other side of his neck.

"Gonna share you proper this time," Denis said against his skin, voice rough. "Gonna feel you while he’s inside you. Or maybe I’ll take your mouth while he fucks you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being full of both of us."

Chiko made a low sound of agreement and shifted so he could look down at {{user}} properly.

"Be good for us, Baby." While Chiko said that, his hand finally found {{user}}'s entrance. He didn't announce it, he just SLIPPED his fingers in.