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[ saitama's secret stash...

...is something of a misnomer. there's nothing really secret about it, for one; the man doesn't have a lot of space to work with, and everything there is to see in his home is more or less in plain sight. he doesn't have much to hide, made abundantly clear every time genos performs a thorough bi-weekly sweep of their surroundings.

sensei, this flyer is from last month...
don't mind it, it doesn't expire for a while, you know?

the coupons tend to be long-expired, but genos won't say a thing. it's better to live and let live, or on those cases, not let his sensei know so he can pick up any wanted groceries in his stead. saitama doesn't need to know the real price. if he wants to keep thinking the value is worth something in the long run, so be it. frugality is one of his dozens of virtues, anyway.

what passes for the stash is typically nothing more than the latest magazines, advertisements, and other paraphernalia well-stocked by genos to ensure that sensei is continuing to thrive. originally it started out as something of a team effort (though saitama really hadn't seen the need at the time), growing into more and more of genos's side project over time. it makes sense, what with how busy sensei is these days. there's always a squabble here, a fight there, the here association pulling at their ears all the while...

lately saitama isn't even around, which leaves his young ward to his own devices, more often than not. there's no problem in it when genos has plenty of things to study, hero duties he can catch up on, plus the occasional tune-up at dr. kuseno's lab.

which leads him to wonder: what in the world is with this growing pile of discs in the living room?

video games... genos knows of them. his years spent as a cyborg of justice doesn't mean he's forgotten the past, forgotten some of the things which used to fill his spare time. but why are they filling sensei's? surely his hours could be better spent climbing the ranks of the association, just as he encouraged genos to do. not that sensei doesn't know best; he probably has a plan he hasn't told genos of yet, doing things in his own way. sensei, after all, is the strongest man the world has ever seen. what does ranking have to do with it?

at this point it's purely speculation. they could be here due to any number of things. there's no telling they belong to saitama in the first place. it's entirely possible they might have something to do with how much time he spends around the s-class's seventh best. as for why king would be influencing him to bring home piles and piles of games, it's beyond genos's reasoning. is it for training? it has to be for training.

now he's drawn a conclusion, able to proceed with no issues. a little tidying is fine, far from unwelcome, and sensei will appreciate it. if he asks, it's very possible they could play together too, like he does with the king.

if...oh.

wait.

a lot of these don't look like they're for two players at all...

and that is how the biomechanical boy has found himself sprawled out on the floor in the middle of the afternoon, transfixed by a now-empty jewel case with a scantily-clad girl on the packaging, her moans on the television screen ringing in his ears.

training. this is for training. sensei just needed a little...brushing up on how to talk to women. judging from how genos has fared in his game so far, he doesn't seem to have the same trouble. if anything, it's been all too easy to win over this virtual girl's affections and lure her into the bedroom. surely they don't act this way in the real world, too. genos's fanclub throwing themselves at them left and right is harrowing enough! ]

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[ he's quick to turn his head to the side with a loud exhale. of all the things he normally has to spell out, to sonic in particular... ]

I would think it's obvious. [ maybe it isn't. ]

[ since pinching his face is off-limits, he'll choose to poke firmly at the side of his neck, the only other place that's generally the most pliable. ] Duh. I'm asking you to dirty-talk, you weirdo cyborg.

[ is that what it's supposed to be? the weirdo cyborg's expressions turns all the more flustered, although his gaze does slowly slide back to center to fully take sonic in. ]

You really like that, don't you? [ he's noticed, has scribbled small sections of notes on it. perhaps it's time to add a few more, once he's settled in with his diaries again. ]

[ shrugs a shoulder, nuzzling on into genos while hanging off of him loosely. ]

I like the way you do it. [ so many times has he heard spews of absolute nonsense whispered into his ear, trite babble that was more of a turn-off than anything. it's the first time he hasn't had to force himself to feel the words instead of simply hearing them. ]

You like... [ he trails off before the thought can be finished. huh. expanding his notes is definitely forthcoming.

should he, then? with their stride broken once more, genos is at a loss on how he can proceed, deliver on what the other man's apparently expecting. his eyes narrow, staring at no specific point inside of sensei's efficient apartment now that sonic has ducked away, tucked himself inward.

his body can help remind him. it hasn't gone anywhere, still stuck to him like glue, as enticing as it was after they'd gotten rearranged. just because genos has gone without his self-described traditional means of appreciation doesn't mean he's automatically barred from doing so—to the contrary, he's as drawn to him as he ever was. he takes another deep breath, willing himself to force his way through the temporary awkwardness. if he was able to rectify a small faux pas and keep them from entering into an unwanted quarrel, surely he can do the same here, reigniting the heat they were trying to build.

yeah. okay. he can do that. if he can tear his attention away from the pressure of sonic's palms on his chestplate for the three point zero two nine seconds it takes to piece together what he'd like to say. ] I like the way I fuck you, but it's not enough. [ is this it? he's never really done this so out of the blue. normally he has something jammed up into sonic by the time they get to this point. either that or they're gyrating onto each other without abandon. ] I need to be more— [ how would he phrase it... ] —accommodating, to stretch you, to come inside—...

[ is this really so dirty? he's just being honest. ]

[ if genos hadn't gone through with his demand, that would've been fine, too. sonic wasn't being all that serious to begin with, anyway, it was a casual reminder that not everything had to be taken so literally all the time. on the other hand, the cyborg wouldn't be him if he didn't hold some seriousness to his character, whether the emotions on his face betray him or not.

it charms sonic to a certain degree, as does the blatant honesty within the temporarily one-sided conversation. true to the other man's thoughts, it's less likely to arouse him outright, feeling slightly moved that he's once again catering to sonic's wants and needs and not entirely his own. or is he? genos is so ambitious to give pleasure to him that it seems as if it does more to the s-class hero in turn, recalling the restless energy radiating off of him just as much as the steam wafting in the air. this is still a very complicated idea for sonic to wrap his mind around, though not unwelcome when he's continuing to learn how to be accommodating as well.

all of these promises guides him back to center, humming lowly in an immediate response. again his palms are sticking to genos like malleable glue, splayed and wandering to the first ribbed edge that's welded into the very foot of his neck. this is an area he's never given any consideration to, always clutching tightly to plates that mimic the human body's shoulder blades, the domes attached at his sides. passing it by earlier piqued his interest when he gained the smallest of pauses from his companion, storing it away to whip out once they're at it again.

such as now. sonic won't go any further, not just yet, tangling his upturned nose against the flyaway fibers behind genos's ear. ] God, I can't wait— [ he can and he will. still, why not display some hunger of his own, breathe a hot exhale against sensitive flesh? part of him wishes he too can latch on without fear of ripping and tearing something that he'd need repairs on, but sonic will still dart his tongue out to run it upward in one long, slow swoop. ]

[ his assumptions aren't wrong. genos is as single-minded in this as he is in the other things he sets out to do—catering to sonic has always been the main attraction, the star of the show. his personal interests are few and far between, previously ignorant to his hormonal urges when all he used to have to worry about revolved around combat and a warped sense of justice which had hardened him from the inside out. if he wanted to be honest with himself, it's something he's still coming to terms with, regardless of the features his bionic body does or doesn't have at its disposal.

either way, he likes this. he enjoys examining every new sensation and process that sonic's bringing to the table, masochistically indulges in his systems going a little too haywire in ways that have nothing to do with being rattled around in a fight. even now he's already starting to burn up again, so easy to rile up from the smallest actions, vibrating in intensity as his servos kick into high gear, vents opening up. this is embarrassing for him, but he's trying not to let it show, merely ducking his face into sonic and masking the noise with some soft, slightly nervous laughter. ]

You have to, I'm sorry... [ sonic knows this. genos knows that he knows it, talking just to talk, smitten in how they've resumed their easy back and forth exchange. this is what he wanted, isn't it? is it having an effect on him, or should he enhance it with wandering hands, finishing sliding his zipper off all the way? he wonders if he should push the shirt aside, deciding against it at the last minute. the blanket helps to continue shrouding him, anyway, only interested in revealing the canvas of more skin to touch, wanting him sandwiched up against his torso again. they'll get there in time. ] I would not want to give you anything but the very best.

[ it doesn't matter if he already thought it was the best. there is always room for improvements, anxious to show them off as soon as they're ready. hopefully soon, though the doctor hadn't given him a specific timetable. ]

[ such a heartfelt admittance stops him from any number of actions he was willing to follow through with. genos won't be the only one who's affected, though it's due to another factor that outright overrides the slight burning sensation against already marred flesh, or the way they're pressed against each other like so. his heart drums rapidly against his ribcage, too floored to speak, let alone give way to any number of thoughts running through his head.

replaying that last string of words a handful of times in his head, he's surprised at himself for not thinking why? right off the bat, or any number of times thereafter. having an arrogance for his fighting skills doesn't mean that confidence extends to every other facet of his being—going into their so-called courtship doesn't wane the lingering doubt of not being worth all of this, yet his part to play isn't one of reluctance or self-deprecation. sonic has an image to uphold, to kick sand over his lasting anxieties and push through them until he's back where he belongs.

genos is a very trustworthy cyborg, he should put more faith in that and not secretly question his motives when caring, kind words come out of his mouth. still, it has him laughing lightly, a little nervously, welcoming the blotches of red staining his face. ] You do that already, too...

[ because it's more or less true, isn't it? in a rare tender display of affection, sonic plants his lips where he'd been investigating, softer and gentler than he's used to showing. ah, now they're off-track again... or at least one of them is, taking the chance to circle his arms tighter around a sturdy form in what he supposes is a hug of some sort. ]

[ oh...? he wasn't expecting that kind of reaction. genos learns something new every day, all the more so now that sonic's become a constant fixture in his life, instead of just of just a nuisance his sensei would complain about. those days seem so far ago and far away. how is this the same mercenary who'd christened himself a rival, ready to take saitama down at a moment's notice? it can't be possible, yet here they are.

he won't gloat, choosing to quietly acknowledge the impact he's made, bask in the warmth of this kinder, gentler person he hasn't frequently seen. this is enjoyable too, although most sides of sonic are. there are very few he hasn't learned to appreciate in their own unique fashion, and since they've warmed up to one another those have been displayed less and less frequently, anyway. he's sure the same goes for him. no one is perfect.

none of this dwindles his desires any, but he supposes he'll have to put them to the side now that sonic's hanging off of him in a blatant display of heavy affection. he's laughing more, cheek pressing to his hairline, purring like a cat. ] It could be better. [ he's not trying to put himself down, not intentionally. really, they've barely broken the tip of the iceberg, so to speak; there are a great many things genos can do and say, whether they're wrapped up in each other this way or out on the streets of z-city, trying not to look inconspicuous and avoid the prying eyes of the public as best they can. why do high-ranking heroes have to stand out so much? ] It will be. [ he could be referring to anything. what happened to talking about his remodeled dick? they're bouncing all over the place here. ]

[ the change of pace isn't entirely scoffed at, contented with being swayed every which-way whenever the time calls for it. usually sonic is so steadfast and focused on one initial goal, casting aside anything else that happens to come along the way. to be deterred in such a fashion gives him hope that he isn't at a stalemate, that he has room to grow, be better for not only himself, but now genos, too. it isn't as stifling of a thought as it used to be, giving in to the knowledge of them having something much greater than a passing companionship, currently laced with so much more above the surface.

that's a nice thought. this is nice, biting his bottom lip to stifle any needless noises that bubble up, because the other man's laughter puts his stomach in absolute knots. he feels like some smitten preteen who's just now learning the meaning of liking a person, developing urges he'd never considered until genos came along, too busy perfecting his skills and outright forgetting that there could potentially be more outside of training and bloodshed. not that it's necessary to have, sonic could function just fine without an extra person in his life, but it's... nice, he thinks. really nice. ]

I know. [ another kiss is deposited before he's tipping his head off to the side, raising an eyebrow over at his friend. that knowing smile is dangerous, though he his features remain a tiny bit sheepish, even when he says: ] So are we still talking about your dick or what? [ he's faintly amused, combing nimble fingers through synthetic strands, pushing the hair back and away from his face. isn't it a fair question, anyway? ]

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[ ah, yes... ] ...? What did you want to know?

[ he doesn't think there was much more to be said of it. his intentions are known, he's mentioned what's happening, so what else is there? ]

[ just stares at him. is this going to happen a lot tonight...? ] I was trying to be funny. [ cute, again, but he'll omit that once more. did he really think he wanted details? talk about another mood-ruiner. ]

[ ...he doesn't get it. ]

There is nothing funny about my anatomy. [ a phallus, in theory, is a little weird, he supposes...but he could say the same about the human body altogether. ]

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[ rolls his eyes. ] Forget it. [ uses both hands to smooth down spiky blond hair, give himself something to do while he stews in the missed change of atmosphere. ]

[ yeah, genos is...starting to pick up on that a bit. he sighs, cooling down, taking in the way those fingers move against his scalp, flattening down the strands of blond hair that will never grow or change without modification. ]

I apologize. It would seem I still need practice in this... [ in a lot of things, but primarily on how to keep their sensual mood going. some times he's grasped it, and at others, not so much. ]

[ shrugs his shoulders and rakes his nails along the crown of genos's head. ] We both do. Don't worry about it. [ mistakes happen. they're both learning and growing from every hiccup and stumble they make. ]

I— [ is it genos's turn for a petting? if this is how it always feels, it's no wonder sonic was so willing to allow it to return for a short period. it takes a long pause for him to finish what he meant to say, so taken aback by the pleasant feeling shooting down his spine. ] —yes...

[ never mind. it's almost enough to make him forget about their hiccup, although... ] I was just so overcome with seeing you, before. I couldn't help myself. [ his eyes close, instantly relaxed. ]

[ so he does like it. good, it just gives him more incentive to proceed, doing so before humming in consideration. ] If that's how you'll greet me every time we don't see each other for a while, then maybe we should do it more often. [ now that's an outright joke, if sonic's equal enthusiasm didn't make it obvious enough already. ]

[ even genos can sense this one: ] I absolutely refuse. [ the serious words clash with the toothy grin he's flashing, opening his eyes like a cat partway to peer at sonic. ]

[ snorts out in an awkward halt of laughter, mirroring the grin with one of his own after pressing their foreheads together. ]

Challenge accepted, mister Demon Cyborg.

[ wait, wait, you've lost him a little again... ]

The only challenge lies in staying together. I cannot determine what disasters will arise...

[ is there any way he could pass some of the work along to sensei? that way his rank would rise, and he'd get the attention he finally deserves. ]

[ sticks his tongue out at him briefly; he won't do any correcting or chastising this time around, it's not important enough to get into the details. ] True. Hero duties wait for nobody.

[ because unlike genos, sonic can easily refuse a job if he didn't feel like going through with it. ]

It is the life I've chosen.

[ he's more or less okay with it. he's less okay with how sonic's hands have stopped moving, but he'll live with that, too; his eyes close again, head unconsciously tipping further against sonic's. ]

Dramatic. [ brushes his lips against his nose when he's bumped into. ] But doable.

[ blinks slowly. ] Is it bad?

[ by now he's well-acquainted with how sonic feels about heroes in general. he can't say he entirely blames him, now that he's gotten a glimpse at some of the inner workings of the organization. but as he's said, it's what he's chosen, and so long as he remains at a certain someone's side he wouldn't have it any other way.

besides, it helped introduce him to sonic. so there are ups and downs to it. ]