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"I've heard there's six shots in a revolver," Takeru said, in the darkness of Ryoken's bedroom. He had a hand on Ryoken's bare hip, rubbing circles into his skin as he slowly worked him open with his fingers. "I'm going to make you cum six times tonight."

He felt Ryoken stiffen in response. They was sitting in a chair with Ryoken on top of him, straddling his lap. Their clothes were somewhere on the floor.

Ryoken's arms were thrown over his neck as he leaned against him. Every once in a while, he rocked back on Takeru's fingers when he hit a particularly good spot. "It's true that there's six, but… can you even last that long?"

"Shut up." He punctuated that with a curl of his fingers and a squeeze of his hip, and Ryoken was gasping into his neck. "The real question is, can you last that long? You're the one that's going to be cumming six times, not me."

Ryoken laughed, and he felt his voice rumble deep through his chest. "Hoh. Bold words, Soulburner. Last I recall, you always come first."

"Hey, I'm working on it!" he protested. Ryoken shifted on top of him, and the tip of his dick bumped into his stomach. Takeru shivered. His own cock was already erect and slathered with lube. Pre dripped from its tip in anticipation. He hastened his motions to work Ryoken open. "You'll see. I'll make up for all the times in the past."

Ryoken panted as Takeru slipped a fourth finger in. He tightened his grip on his shoulders. "Are you going to use your dick, or are you going to keep taunting me?" he said impatiently. "If this is how you intend for the night to go, then I know I will never reach six."

"I don't need my dick to make you cum," he shot back. He curled all four of his fingers, and struck that sensitive spot inside of him that Ryoken had been trying to hit. Takeru felt the muscles in his stomach convulse. His head hit his shoulder as he doubled over. The gasp Ryoken let out sent fire rushing up his spine and into his dick. Takeru twitched, bucking upwards, even though there was nothing to buck into.

"That's one," he groaned, biting his lip as he fought the urge to drive his dick into Ryoken.

Ryoken had dragged himself up, clutching Takeru's shoulders and tightening his stomach as he shuddered through his orgasm. His feet were planted on the rungs of the chair. His legs shook. His dick was still dry.

Taking advantage of his distraction, Takeru slipped his fingers out of his hole and guided the head of his cock inside instead, so that Ryoken would have no choice but to sit back down on his dick. He groaned at the sudden heat at the tip of his cock and wrapped his hands around Ryoken's waist, trying to pull him down further. He needed to go deeper.

Ryoken reacted instantly. His hands tightened on his shoulders, and he tried to lift himself higher, shying away from where Takeru's cock strained to plunge into his oversensitive hole. "Homura, what are you doing!?" he gasped. His legs shook, his knees buckled dangerously, and still weakened from the force of his orgasm—he slipped.

Takeru surged forward to catch him, but it wasn't enough.

Ryoken made a noise that sounded like he'd gotten impaled.

Takeru groaned at the sudden explosion of pressure around his dick. His hips lurched forward once before he could stop them, desperate to experience all of Ryoken around him, wet and hot and perfectly, perfectly tight. He leaned forward, clutching Ryoken in his arms. Their sideways position pulled awfully at the base of his cock, and his own body weight compacted it horribly between Ryoken's insides. He clenched his teeth as hard as he could to stop himself from cumming.

"Sorry, sorry!" he managed to gasp. "Are you okay?"

But Ryoken wasn't doubled over in pain. His entire body shook. He clutched at Takeru's neck and buried his head in the space between them. "P-pull out," he gasped. His eyes were wild and unfocused. His entire stomach quivered with effort. "Homura Takeru, pull—"

Takeru silenced him with a gentle kiss to his lips. A single tear had rolled from his eyes, down his cheek and to his lips. Takeru tasted salt. He pressed another kiss to his lips, then to his nose, then to his long lashes. After a few moments, Ryoken reciprocated. He kissed his nose, the corner of his mouth, his jaw. Takeru smiled, and rubbed comforting circles on his back. His shaking slowly subsided. He felt Ryoken calming down in his arms.

"Was—was that another one?" he asked him once he'd stilled. "I didn't know you could do that."

Ryoken bowed his head, hiding his face in his neck. "I did not intend to find that out about myself today," he said grimly. "I'd rather not have known."

"I'd like to have known," Takeru said. He leaned forward eagerly, making Ryoken lean back on his dick.

His face reddened at the implication. "Takeru. You're going to be the death of me."

Takeru silenced him with kiss on the lips again. He took Ryoken in his arms, and slowly pulled him upright until he was fully seated on his cock, resting on his balls. His dick pressed against Takeru's stomach, wet with pre and a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the first two times he had orgasmed.

"Again?" Takeru asked hopefully.

Ryoken leaned down and cupped his face in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to his brow. "You've done enough. Let me take care of this next one."

"Taking your demise into your own hands, I see." Takeru leaned back in the chair and rested his hands on Ryoken's hips. "How noble of you, Revolver." His skin was smooth and unbroken under his palms. He traced the divot of his hip and ran his hands around to the small of his back, where he pressed his palm right between the two dimples of Apollo above his waist. Ryoken let him bend him forward. Their eyes met, and making sure that he was in full view of Takeru, Ryoken set a hand on his thigh and rocked backwards on his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure, and his lips parted in a silent moan.

Seeing him like that sent sparks jumping in Takeru's head. It was like something straight out of a porno. Pale wisps of his hair were stuck to his face with sweat. Ryoken closed his eyes and winced every time he fucked himself on his cock. He was so hot. Takeru's hand shot up to palm himself, but his dick was still inside Ryoken. He whined in protest, and settled for pressing a hand to the smooth panes of Ryoken's stomach instead. He felt his muscles working to bend and contract as he rocked backwards. For a moment, Takeru could've sworn he felt the tip of his own cock pressing up inside of Ryoken, right behind his belly button.

"That's just crazy," he muttered to himself in disbelief. He pressed his fingers into his stomach and kneaded, marveling at the small noises Ryoken made in response. His hands drifted up higher, to his ribs, to his pecs. His nipples were a dusky brown against his olive skin. He dug a fingernail into a prickled areola, and felt Ryoken buck in response. Takeru smiled. He knew how sensitive he was there. He cupped his tits in his hands and rubbed them, pressing them into the bones of his rib cage. Ryoken's breathing hitched. His panting grew ragged. Takeru hummed and leaned down, trying to catch one of his nipples in his mouth, but only succeeded in hitting his teeth on his collarbone instead. Below him, Ryoken's dick bounced against his stomach, dripping fluid every time it got compressed between their bodies. The head had turned a glistening purple. Takeru wanted to lick it, bite it, but like his nipples, he couldn't reach it with his teeth. He groaned in frustration, and dug his hands into his buttocks instead, spreading his cheeks apart so that Ryoken could take him deeper.

Ryoken panted on top of him. His eyes grew dazed as he fucked himself on his cock over and over again. His rocking sent gentle waves of pleasure radiating out from the base of Takeru's dick, where he tugged on it every time he moved. Takeru leaned forward and tucked a curl of his hair back behind his ear. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "You're so good, only you could fuck yourself on my cock and look so hot doing it."

Ryoken gasped loudly at his words. His lips were parted in exertion. Takeru could tell that he was close. He wrapped his arms around his head, pressing him to his chest. "C'mon, Ryoken, you can do it. You can do anything you set your mind to." He tipped his head back with a hand on his chin, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. Ryoken came with a soft moan, his chest quaking. Takeru felt him tighten around him, and he whined, holding himself down.

He wanted to fuck him so badly. He still hadn't gotten a chance yet, it had only been Ryoken falling on him and Ryoken fucking himself. Staring at Ryoken sitting like that on top of him, his lips parted and red, his body glistening with sweat, an absolute mess from fucking himself apart on him—it wasn't fair. He couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to fuck him until he cried.

Ryoken tried to pull himself off his cock, and Takeru didn't even wait.

"My turn." He wrapped his arms around him and scooped him up. Ryoken made a pitiful noise as the motion jostled Takeru's cock inside of him, then gasped as Takeru put him up against the wall. He put a knee against the wall, momentarily letting Ryoken rest on his thigh before they continued. He leaned forward and kissed his face. "You're sooooo hot," he groaned, feeling his weight shift his cock inside of him. "It's so unfair, I had to sit there and watch you fuck yourself on me when it should've been me fucking you instead." He hiked him up in his arms again, lifting him and angling his hips so that his cock would strike deep inside him.

Ryoken squirmed in his arms, squeezing his eyes shut. One of his legs came up, a failed attempt to push him away with a foot. "Takeru, I just—" he gasped. "You can't—"

"You can take it," he murmured, leaning forward and slowly pressing up into him. "I know you can." He could feel his cock sliding up inside of him, its flared head bumping against every vertebrate bone in his spine. He pressed until he couldn't reach anymore, until Ryoken was sitting only on his cock, the rest of gravity pulling him inevitably downwards.

Ryoken had thrown his head back against the wall in desperation, baring the long column of his neck. Tears squeezed out of his eyes. "Takeru," he gasped, and he sounded absolutely broken.

"I've got you," he told him, "I've got you." With one hand, he lifted Ryoken's right leg to hook up behind his back, then lifted his left leg up and crossed both of them securely at the ankles. He released his grip on his legs, and Ryoken held. "Good," he told him, and he felt a shiver run through his body at his words.

With Ryoken secured, he thrust up into him, grunting as the motion rubbed the sensitive sides of his cock against his walls. He was rock-hard now, and every thrust sent fire bursting in his stomach.

Ryoken let out short, sharp gasps as Takeru fucked into him, pushing all the air out of his lungs. His arms had come up, clinging to the back of his neck. He dug his nails into his skin, dragging lines into his shoulders. Takeru thrust into that deep heat inside of him, ignoring how Ryoken clawed helplessly at his back, ignoring how his legs shook around his waist. He was deliciously hot and so, so tight.

Ryoken came quickly this time, gasping out and scrabbling at his back. Takeru grunted and forced himself to stop mid-thrust. His breathing rang loudly in his ears. He felt like his head was about to explode. As Takeru struggled to contain himself, Ryoken slowly slid down the wall, falling from his grip. For a moment, his cock almost slipped out of his ass. Takeru caught him before he could, and sheathed himself securely inside him again.

Ryoken shivered at the sensation of him sliding back in, but he was too spent to fight him. His legs shook violently around him, and his toes curled. He let out a wheeze.

Fluid dripped from their point of connection between them, running down the insides of their legs. It was warm and sticky, a combination of sweat, lube, and pre from Takeru's cock, still trapped inside of Ryoken by his refusal to pull out.

His legs shook as he held them up. Takeru had gone completely lightheaded, both from the effort of holding Ryoken against the wall, and from the hot arousal threatening to spill out of him. His teeth clattered against each other as he struggled to calm himself down. His entire body shook with all his pent up energy. He had been so close to cumming.

Takeru picked Ryoken up off the wall, pulling him forward to rest over his shoulders. Ryoken desperately clambered over him, wrapping his arms around his neck and the back of his head. The side of his face pressed into his cheek, coated with sweat. He felt him swallow heavily against his neck.

"Pull out." His voice shook. It was hoarse and rough, nothing like usual his rich baritone. Tears ran down his cheeks. He swallowed, and tried again. "Pull out, Homura Takeru, if you know what's good for you."

"No." He spun them around and took the two steps to get to the bed. He bent forward, and gently laid Ryoken down on the sheets. His hips were still canted upwards, held there by his legs around Takeru's waist. Takeru pressed down into him, keeping his cock secure in his ass. "If I pull out, you'll run away," he said. "Tell me you won't run away."

Ryoken had squeezed his eyes shut at the change in position. For a moment, Takeru thought he was going to cum again. He didn't respond.

That gave Takeru his answer. If he pulled out now, Ryoken would run away. He would pull out and he would have to catch Ryoken all over again. He fell forward, and bracketed him in with his arms. "I can't let that happen," he told him, "not when I've got you like this." He cupped his face in his hands, and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. It was the only mercy he could offer him.

"Pull out," Ryoken whispered again, desperately. "Please, Takeru. Listen to me. Pull out."

His words sent goosebumps all up and down his neck. It was rare that he begged, and it only made him want to fuck him even harder. "I can't," he said shakily, sweat dripping off his face. Had he been wearing his glasses, they would've slipped off the bridge of his nose. "If I pull out, I'll cum immediately."

"Then do it. Come all you want." Ryoken's voice had regained its deeper edge. It rumbled in his chest and through their point of connection inside of him, into Takeru's bones. "End this foolish campaign of yours, Soulburner. For both of our sakes."

"I won't." He reached back to hike Ryoken's legs around him, making sure that they were still crossed around his waist. He laid back down, setting his elbows down on either side of his head. "C'mon Revolver," he taunted him, "where's your fight? We've fought worse battles than this."

There was a long pause from Ryoken, and then his hands came up to cradle the back of his head. "No opponent has ever tormented me like you, Takeru," he murmured. His voice was fond with exasperation. He pulled himself up, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

Takeru opened his mouth and captured his lips, swallowing them whole. Saliva slicked their lips when they finally pulled apart. He panted into the space between them. "Good, because you're my greatest challenge, remember?" He tightened his arms around him, pinning Ryoken's arms to his chest. "Mine, and no one else's." He started moving again, fucking into him slowly and rhythmically, thrusting into his tightly-clenched hole. "You set yourself up to be that for me, so make good on your promise. Be my challenge. Take all of my fire."

Ryoken squeezed his eyes shut. His lips parted and he let out a pained noise—long and drawn out, ending in a higher note that almost sounded like the whine of a wounded animal. He stuck one of his arms between them, separating their bodies, and groped desperately downwards. His fingers brushed his own dick, and he gasped into Takeru's mouth.

The sound sent nerves tingling in his ears and down to his cock. Takeru stopped thrusting. "What—what are you doing!?"

Ryoken's fingers curled around the shaft of his dick, gripping it like a gun pointed to his own head. His eyes were fierce and defiant as he looked back at him. "I can make myself come first," he threatened, breathing hard. "I'll destroy myself before you do. That'll break your combo."

His words lit a fire in his stomach. "Oh, no you don't!" Takeru seized his arms and dragged them over his head. Ryoken let out a surprised gasp as he pinned him down on the sheets. He tensed his arms, trying to fight him, arching his back off the sheets in an attempt to gain leverage, but Takeru was stronger. He pinned both of his wrists down over his head, firmly crossed one over the other, and held them down in one hand. Now Ryoken wasn't arching his back to throw him off anymore. He threw his head back in erotic pleasure, contorting his body desperately as a loud moan tore itself from his lips.

"Yeah, you liked that, huh?" His own cock throbbed painfully inside of him, making him want to fuck him even harder. Takeru lowered himself back over him, still holding his wrists down in one hand. He cupped the side of his face and used his thumb to tip his chin down to look at him. "I said I'd make you cum six times," he told him. "We've still got two more to go."

Ryoken's eyes were wide. He looked like a cornered prey animal.

Takeru held him down and fucked into him relentlessly, chasing that warm heat inside of him. Ryoken bucked and reared under him, only succeeding in sending shocks of pleasure through his cock. Takeru kept his arms pinned firmly above his head, holding his hips down with his other hand to keep him from dragging himself back up to escape him. He stretched Ryoken out to his full length, not letting him curl back even an inch. Tormented gasps came out of his lungs with each thrust, and his eyes rolled up into his head. He was gone, completely gone by Takeru splitting him open. A choked gasp bubbled up from his lips. His stomach contracted violently, and he was cumming again, straining against Takeru holding him down. Takeru grunted loudly, feeling his cock throb inside of him, and a lance of pain shot through his back as he just barely managed to stop himself from cumming as well.

Ryoken fell back heavily, his hair splaying out in a white halo around his head. He hit the sheets and went completely still.

Takeru stopped moving. His dick was still painfully hard, but the buzzing sensation running through his body faded at Ryoken's sudden stillness. He released his grip on his wrists and carefully sat back on his knees. "Uh… Ryoken?"

Ryoken didn't stir. He laid there unmovingly, like he had died where he had fallen. His arms were still thrown tragically over his head, where Takeru had pinned his wrists down. His legs had fallen from around his waist. There were red marks blooming on his skin.

"Ryoken." Takeru placed a hand under his jaw, right where his head met his neck. He felt a strong pulse pounding steadily. "Ryoken," he called softly. He leaned down, and gently cupped the side of his face. "Hey, Ryoken. Wake up."

His eyelids fluttered. Ryoken finally stirred. His pale eyes were dazed and unfocused in the darkness. Slowly, they drifted around the room, finally landing on Takeru. His pupils shifted and sharpened. The light returned to his eyes. "Takeru," he murmured. His voice was breathless and quiet, but he was alive.

Takeru exhaled in relief. "Phew. I thought I killed you there for a moment."

Ryoken closed his eyes again, and let out a shaky breath. "It would take a lot more than that to kill me, Soulburner. You know this."

He grinned. "I do." He leaned down and cupped his face in his hands again. "So… you know we still have one more round to go, right?"

Ryoken squeezed his eyes shut, and nodded. Takeru released his hold on him and laid him back down on the mattress. He would give him a breather, he deserved one after what Takeru just put him through. They sat in the darkness for a long moment, their quiet breaths filling the air.

Finally, Ryoken said: "There are five shots in a revolver."

"What?"

Ryoken looked up at him. "There are five shots in a revolver," he repeated. He put an elbow underneath himself, and tried to prop himself up. "The standard configuration is six, but some have five. For example, a five-shot snubnose is a small gun that's—"

Takeru slapped him on the ass. "You're not a small gun. I know you've got six in you."

Ryoken drew his brows together and glowered at him. Maybe he shouldn't have slapped him on the ass.

"Sorry," he said apologetically. "But you've also told me other revolvers have eight. Want to do eight?"

His words had the expected effect on him. Ryoken went still. There was a horrified light in his eyes. "You wouldn't dare," he said. "You won't last until eight."

"You mean you won't last until eight." Takeru fell forward, trapping him between his arms again. "I will. I've lasted this far already."

Ryoken shrank back beneath him. His eyes were wide and rounded at the edges. He let out a full-body twitch when Takeru gripped his upper arms, and then he wrapped his arms around him to stop him from running. "My dick is still inside you," he told him. "I'm not letting you go until we hit six."

Ryoken shifted under him, trying to push him off. His expression had turned into a fierce scowl. Takeru could see it in the depths of his eyes again, his defiance. All the fury and iron will of Revolver. He stuck his hands between them, trying to force them apart. One of his legs came up behind his back in an attempt to throw him off.

Takeru just threw him back down on the mattress, pinning him there with his weight. He laid on top of him, keeping his arms squeezed tightly around his chest.

Ryoken squirmed in his grip. The motion pulled on Takeru's cock inside of him, and he gasped out loud. His face was turning red. Takeru felt his cock growing harder and harder as he struggled, and he delighted in the noises Ryoken made in response. He had gotten himself stuck in a loop. The more he struggled, the more he aroused both of them, and the harder Takeru's dick grew. His frustration only aroused him even further, and Ryoken bit his lip to stop himself from crying out.

"Look," Takeru said, as he struggled underneath him. "Either you can keep squirming on my cock, or you can let me fuck you. It's your choice."

Ryoken was panting heavily now, and his face was flushed. That fierce defiance in his eyes was still there, peaking out from behind his wild expression and dilated pupils. He stared up at Takeru, his chest heaving. For a moment, he really thought he was just going to keep struggling under him. Then all at once, the fight left his body. Ryoken went limp. All of his muscles uncoiled, and he finally accepted Takeru's cock inside of him.

"You have me," Ryoken said, his breath rushing from his lungs. His voice was ragged and rough around the edges, and he bowed his head in defeat. "I won't fight you anymore. Use me as you wish, it's what I deserve."

His words sent a rush of glee down his spine. Takeru had been waiting for this. It'd taken him a while to get here, but he'd been waiting. He set his hands on Ryoken's shoulders. "You know what you deserve?" he asked, thrusting into him. Ryoken winced at the sensation, and Takeru continued relentlessly. "You deserve to be fucked." His chest heaved as he drove his cock into him again. "You deserve to be fucked, so good and so hard that you cry." Ryoken squeezed his eyes shut, and Takeru tightened his grip on his shoulders. "You deserve to be fucked within an inch of your life, until you're crying and begging me to stop." Ryoken's eyes flew open again, and Takeru caught his face in his hands, forcing him to look up at him as he fucked him. "You're beautiful, Revolver, when you're ruined. And I will ruin you."

Ryoken gasped, clinging onto him. His words had blown his pupils wide open. "What sins have I committed to deserve you?"

"All of them," he said, and pressed a kiss to the delicate skin of his eyelids.

Ryoken swallowed dryly. Takeru watched his throat bob. "You're like fire. You're burning me alive."

"Then let my flames consume you and remake you anew." He thrust into him, making him moan. "Rise again from the ashes of my love, reincarnate!"

Ryoken scrabbled at his back. His arms had come up to cling to his neck. "You're burning me up." His voice was weak. "You're killing me."

"Then give your life to me," Takeru murmured, pressing the side of his face into his cheek as he fucked him. "Give me everything you have."

"It's yours," he breathed, "it's always been yours."

His breathing grew ragged. Every time he thrust his cock into Ryoken, it sent pleasure running up his spine, making his entire body shake, making his vision go black. He was shaking so hard that he could barely see. He was getting too close, way too close. If he fucked him any harder, he would cum.

Ryoken strained underneath him. The tightening of his stomach, the shaking in his abdominal muscles—he was close as well. They were both so close, and finally, Takeru couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Ryoken and shook him by the shoulders. "Please!" he wailed. "Just cum!"

Ryoken's eyes went wide and frantic at his sudden change in demeanor. They darted back and forth as Takeru flailed around above him. "My balls are so full," he sobbed, "I can't take this anymore!" He fell forward, and buried his face in Ryoken's neck. "Please, I've fucked you so hard already, just cum!" He took him by the shoulders, shaking him. "You said you'd give your life to me. You said you'd let me remake you anew. Where is it, man? Where's your promise? Help me!"

Ryoken's eyes went wide at his words, and then he was cumming instantly. His stomach convulsed, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he clenched his teeth in pain.

Takeru cried as Ryoken tightened around him. It was too much, all too much. He thrust into him desperately, trying to release himself. Ryoken squirmed under him, oversensitive, but Takeru wouldn't let him go. He fucked him through his orgasm, ignoring his gasping breaths and his nails digging into his back. His squirming only tugged on the base of his cock even more and he thrust harder, desperately reaching for that sensation just out of his grasp.

Ryoken clung to him desperately, one leg coming up in a futile attempt to relieve the pressure on top of him. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and finally, he sobbed.

His cry was like a bolt of lightning to his head. It was ragged and broken, full of pain and hopeless despair, complete and utter surrender. Something in the back of his skull clicked, and Takeru was lurching forward. He came with a cry, his self-control torn from him like the ground from beneath his feet. His vision went black, all his blood rushed to his head, his teeth buzzed in his skull. Heat scorched his cock as he spilled into Ryoken, releasing everything he'd been holding back. He squeezed all the muscles in his abdomen, pressing everything he had into Ryoken, making him take all he had to give.

Ryoken clung to the back of his neck, gasping at the searing heat inside of him. He threw his head back, baring his throat. His legs had come up, tilting his pelvis to stop his cum from spilling out of him.

And then it was all over. His strength left his body, and Takeru collapsed heavily onto Ryoken's chest.

His head hit one of his pecs, and slid down to rest in the middle of them. He buried his face between them, snuggling into his tits with a content sigh. He was distantly aware of warm liquid trickling down the base of his cock, leaking out from where it tugged on Ryoken's hole. He was probably ruining all of Ryoken's sheets in the process.

He could feel Ryoken squirming underneath him, trying to extract himself from his cock. But he was warm, still so, so warm. He didn't want to leave him just yet. He tightened his grip on his shoulders, stopping him from pulling out completely.

Beneath him, Ryoken let out a defeated sigh. "Very well, you may continue remain inside me if you wish, Takeru." A warm hand came up to cover his back, and another settled on his head. "You know you will have to leave me eventually, right?"

He pressed his face into his neck and nodded. "Mhm hm." But that would be later, much, much later. His arms came up to wrap tightly around his shoulders. Ryoken was warm. He was tired. His post-coital bliss left him feeling boneless and sleepy. He had done what he said he'd do, and now he just wanted to rest.

A gentle hand carded through his hair, pulling the sweaty strands away from his face. A voice murmured in his ear.

"Well done, Takeru."