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The pirate ship creaked softly under Kaito’s careful steps as he climbed over the railing and dropped onto the deck.
He crouched immediately, heart hammering.
“Okay,” Kaito whispered to himself. “In and out. Just find the shirt, grab it, and leave before Zox notices.”
Because Zox had borrowed it.
Except Kaito hadn’t given it to him. Zox had just snatched it off the laundry line with a grin and a “Pirate tax!” before disappearing back to his ship.
And Kaito wanted it back.
It was his favourite tye-dye shirt.
He tiptoed down the stairs into the lower quarters.
Kaito opened a door.
Weapons. A few glittering treasures.
Another door.
And another….
The final door creaked open.
And Kaito froze.
Zox was inside.
Shirtless.
Leaning back against the edge of his bed.
“Well now,” Zox drawled, eyes gleaming. “Look what washed up on my ship.”
Kaito squeaked.
Zox slowly pushed himself to his feet, grin spreading like a cat that had caught a very clumsy bird.
“Breaking onto a pirate ship at night,” he mused. “That’s bold.”
Kaito pointed accusingly. “You stole my shirt!”
Zox tilted his head.
“So you boarded my ship to steal it back…”
Kaito faltered.
Zox laughed.
And then he stepped closer.
“Careful, stowaway,” he murmured.
“Because pirates take things.”
Zox’s thumb brushed slowly across Kaito’s lower lip, testing the way his breath caught, the way his body stiffened.
His grin sharpened, clearly pleased with the reaction.
“I’m pirating your virginity tonight.”
Kaito’s breath trembled.
Zox’s hand cupped his jaw, tilting his head.
“So scream if you want… but that just lets the crew know what a good haul I dragged in.”
The crew being his sister and two deformed brothers.
He bit Kaito’s ear, sucking enough to make Kaito whine loud into his shoulder.
The sound surprised both of them.
Kaito clapped a hand over his own mouth, eyes wide, face burning as Zox’s chest rumbled with a low, amused laugh.
Kaito was trying to get control of himself. Really. But Zox was right there. And Zox was… gorgeous.
“You know…” he murmured, voice soft and embarrassingly airy, “you’re really pretty up close.”
His gaze flicked to Zox’s mouth.
“Are you sure you aren’t an idol? Your lips look… um… super plush.”
Zox froze for half a beat.
Kaito blinked.
Oh god.
Was he flirting?
His hands fluttered in front of him like he could physically grab the words and stuff them back into his mouth. “I-I mean not that I notice your lips a lot—actually I do, I guess, because you smile with them, and you look good when you smile, which is a totally normal thing to think about your…”
Zox’s expression shifted from smug to something hungrier.
“Well, well,” he breathed. “My little stowaway can flirt.”
Kaito made a tiny squeak.
Zox tilted his chin up with two fingers, eyes heavy-lidded with delight.
“Say it again,” he ordered softly. “Tell your pirate captain how pretty he is.”
Kaito swallowed hard.
“You’re really, really pretty,” he whispered. “And your lips… look nice to kiss.”
Zox’s grin turned feral.
“Oh yeah,” he purred, “you’re definitely getting plundered tonight.”
Zox grabbed a fistful of his shirt and walked him backward.
One step.
Two.
The backs of Kaito’s knees hit the edge of the bed and he tumbled onto it with a startled yelp, the mattress dipping under his weight. Zox followed immediately, climbing over him like a predator over prey.
For a moment Zox just looked down at him.
Really looked.
Kaito lay there flushed and wide-eyed, hair a mess from the fall, chest rising quickly under the thin fabric of his shirt.
“Adorable,” he murmured.
Kaito squeaked again as Zox’s hands slid to his waist.
Warm fingers slipped under the hem of Kaito’s shirt and pushed it up slowly, exposing inch after inch of pale skin. Zox’s palms dragged over his stomach feeling the way Kaito’s muscles jumped under the touch.
Kaito sucked in a shaky breath.
“Relax,” Zox murmured, leaning down until his breath ghosted over Kaito’s neck. “Pirates enjoy their treasure before they claim it.”
His mouth brushed the sensitive skin below Kaito’s ear.
Kaito melted instantly.
Zox chuckled softly at the reaction and tugged the shirt up over Kaito’s head, tossing it somewhere behind him. His hands returned immediately, roaming over Kaito’s chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples just to watch the way Kaito jolted and gasped.
“That sensitive already?” Zox teased.
Kaito covered his face with both hands. “S-stop saying things like that!”
Zox’s hands slid over Kaito’s stomach.
He let his palm settle there for a moment, feeling the tight flutter of muscles beneath warm skin. His thumb traced lazy circles just above Kaito’s navel while his other hand drifted back up, pinching one of Kaito’s nipples between two fingers.
Kaito jolted again, a broken little gasp slipping out of him.
He rolled the nipple slowly between his fingers, then flicked it just to hear the breathy whine it pulled from Kaito’s throat. His other hand started sliding lower, cupping Kaito through his pants and giving a slow, testing squeeze.
Kaito’s hips jumped.
Zox chuckled again, pleased with the reaction, and palmed him once more through the fabric before finally hooking his fingers under the waistband of Kaito’s pants.
“Let’s see what my little stowaway brought aboard,” he said lazily.
Fabric slid down Kaito’s hips.
Kaito’s dick; average length, a little curve, nothing flashy.
His trimmed pubes. A couple uneven spots. A tiny nick he must’ve panicked over.
He tried his best.
Kaito’s ears were burning.
“It’s embarrassing, I know it looks…”
“Kaito.”
Zox’s voice cut through him like a hook sinking into soft flesh.
“you have no idea how perfect this is.”
Zox leaned in and kissed the base of his cock, lips warm against the trimmed curls, making Kaito gasp.
“It’s been so long,” Zox murmured against his skin, breath shivering over him. “A long, long time without seeing another man’s dick.”
He sounded hungry, but also achingly lonely.
Kaito swallowed.
“Zox… how long is ‘long’?”
Zox paused.
“Long enough that I…had sex with Flint.”
“SHE’S YOUR SISTER!”
Zox groaned into Kaito’s thigh.
“I know. You don’t have to say it at full volume.”
“WHY? Why was that the only option?”
Kaito sputtered.
“You can—why didn’t you just masturbate?!”
Zox exhaled sharply, lifting his head to glare at him from between his thighs.
“It’s not the same.”
Then he dipped down and kissed the inside of Kaito’s thigh.
“Not even close.”
Kaito gasped, hands flying to his mouth to catch the helpless whine spilling out.
Zox didn’t stop.
He kissed up the shaft, soft lips lingering: he couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch this.
“You really tried to tidy yourself up,” Zox hummed, brushing his thumb over the uneven spot.
Kaito’s hips twitched. “D-don’t look too closely!”
Zox shifted lower, tongue dragging in a slow, appreciative circle.
Kaito’s whole body jolted.
“You finally give me a man’s cock to worship… and you expect me to be modest?”
“Y-you should at least TRY!” Kaito cried, voice pitching high.
“I had sex with my sister out of sheer pirate loneliness. Modesty and I parted ways a long time ago.”
“THAT—THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT BETTER!!”
Zox hummed in clear amusement, eyes glinting as he leaned closer, closing his mouth around the head of Kaito’s cock.
Kaito wailed.
His thighs were quivering uncontrollably.
Zox’s tongue rolling softly under the sensitive ridge, swallowed his ability to think.
Zox pulled off with a soft, wet sound.
He pushed up onto his knees, hands going to his belt.
Kaito’s breath caught.
Zox’s penis wasn’t big…
Just 4 inches, standing flushed and pretty against natural, untrimmed pubes. The contrast was honestly beautiful. A pretty little cock, framed by such a soft, full bush.
Kaito took in the sight before him.
His first time this close to any penis but his own, his first time seeing another man hard and exposed. His cheeks went pink. His pulse fluttered.
“Zox,” he whispered. “It’s… cute.”
“Cute?!”
Kaito nodded, slowly, earnestly, eyes fixed on him like he was something delicate and precious. “Really cute. You are. All of you.”
His hand moved, his fingers brushing the base of Zox’s cock.
His first time touching another man’s erection.
He swallowed, cheeks blooming with heat.
“It’s perfect,” Kaito said softly.
His fingertips grazed the trail of hair that disappeared into the thick, untrimmed bush at his groin.
His ears burned.
“I didn’t think it would be this… warm,” he admitted shyly.
His hand slowly stroked again, a little bolder this time, his grip still clumsy but earnest.
Zox’s hips twitched.
“Careful,” Zox warned softly, leaning down until his mouth brushed the shell of Kaito’s ear. “You keep touching me like that and I’m going to start thinking you’re eager.”
Kaito swallowed.
“I—I am a little,” he admitted.
Zox went very still.
Something in Zox’s expression shifted.
His hand slid down Kaito’s wrist, gently but firmly guiding it away from his cock. “You’ve done enough exploring.”
Before Kaito could ask what that meant, Zox moved.
Guiding Kaito over on his stomach.
He leaned in and bit lightly at the base of Kaito’s ear, teeth catching the sensitive skin just enough to make Kaito jolt with a startled gasp. At the same time Zox’s other hand slipped between Kaito’s thighs, fingers spreading him open with deliberate confidence.
Kaito’s breath hitched sharply as Zox found the tight, unfamiliar spot and began tracing slow circles there, testing the way Kaito’s body reacted.
“Relax,” Zox murmured, licking along the edge of Kaito’s ear before pressing another teasing touch there. “First time’s always a little overwhelming.”
Kaito’s fingers clutched helplessly at the sheets as Zox pressed closer, his finger easing forward, coaxing the tight muscle to give way.
He licked the edge of his ear, slow and wet.
Kaito’s thighs quivered around Zox’s hand.
“Hah—ahh—I don’t— I don’t know what to do!”
“You’re doing exactly what I want,” Zox growled. “Tight… hot… whining for me… A perfect little first-timer.”
Kaito whimpered.
Zox bit the base of his ear again, sucking until Kaito let out a strangled whine.
His finger began to move.
Slow at first.
Just a gentle push deeper, then a shallow pull back, letting Kaito feel every inch of the intrusion. The unfamiliar stretch made Kaito’s whole body tense, his fingers clutching helplessly in the sheets.
“Oh—oh my god!” Kaito gasped, voice thin and shaky.
Zox hummed approvingly and rolled his finger inside him, deliberately brushing along the inner walls just to see how Kaito would react.
Kaito’s thighs trembled harder around his hand, his hips twitching in confused little jerks.
“Relax,” Zox murmured, kissing the flushed skin just below Kaito’s ear again. “You’re so tight I can barely move.”
“Zox, your finger is in me!”
“Barely,” Zox said, amused and smug at once. He wiggled the finger just to hear the adorable, startled hiccup noise Kaito made. “It’s not even deep. I can’t feel your spot yet.”
Kaito lifted his head an inch.
“SPOT?! WHAT—WHAT SPOT?!”
Zox grinned.
“Ohhh, you’re gonna love this.”
“WAIT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”
Zox pushed his finger deeper, firm enough that Kaito’s entire breath stalled in his throat.
And then Zox curled his finger.
Kaito made a sound no grown man should ever make.
“There it is,” Zox said cheerfully.
Kaito’s hips jerked like his body was trying to levitate off the bed.
Zox laughed again, low and delighted, leaning forward to sink his teeth into Kaito’s ear as he curled his finger a second time.
Kaito shrieked.
“THAT—WHAT IS THAT?!”
“It’s your prostate.”
Zox curled his finger again.
Kaito slapped the mattress.
“W–WAIT? DO MEN ALL HAVE THIS?? DOES EVERYONE’S DO THAT?!”
Zox’s finger curled again, deliberately hitting that new spot and Kaito’s voice broke into a helpless, overwhelmed moan.
Zox smirked. “There it is. Opening up for your captain.”
Kaito’s whole face burned. “D–don’t call yourself captain while your—while your finger is—ah!”
Zox pushed deeper.
“Oh, I definitely call myself captain when I’m knuckle-deep in someone’s ass,” Zox said, smug and unrepentant. “Now hush and let me chart your waters.”
He curled his finger again.
Kaito squealed, his voice hitting a pitch only dogs and sea spirits could hear.
“Zox—oh god—what’s happening.”
Zox kissed his ear, smirking against it.
“Your tight little hole just told me it wants to be pillaged.”
Zox slid his second hand under Kaito’s hips, lifting him a little higher, exposing him like an offering. “You’re squeezing me like a greedy little stowaway.”
Kaito’s reply dissolved into another trembling moan.
He slid his finger out just a little before pressing back in, deeper this time, stretching him carefully. Kaito’s thighs trembled harder around Zox’s hand, his fingers knotting into the sheets.
“Zox—ah!” Kaito’s voice cracked.
His finger pumped slowly in and out, letting Kaito adjust.
Every so often he curled it again, deliberately brushing that sensitive spot to keep Kaito’s body relaxed and responsive.
After a moment he added a second finger.
Kaito yelped.
The new pressure made Kaito’s hips squirm.
He pushed back instinctively, breath hitching as his body slowly began to accept the intrusion.
The pirate worked patiently like that for a while until Kaito’s tightness finally started to ease.
His fingers slipped free.
Zox’s hands slid under his hips and gently guided him over.
“W–wait,” Kaito said weakly, trying to look back over his shoulder.
Zox’s hand rested on the small of his back, holding him in place.
The tip of his cock brushed against Kaito from behind, warm and firm as he lined himself up.
“You said you were eager.”
Kaito’s breath caught again.
And then Zox slowly pushed forward.
Kaito’s entire body went rigid for a second before melting into the mattress with a helpless groan.
“Oh my god.”
Zox leaned over him, chest pressed against Kaito’s back, and kissed the side of his neck. “Relax. You’re doing great.”
He pulled back slowly.
Then thrust forward again.
The movement made Kaito’s breath hitch.
Zox’s pace stayed slow at first, letting Kaito’s body learn the motion. Each thrust slid a little smoother than the last.
Soon Kaito’s quiet sounds filled the room—soft whimpers, the occasional startled moan when Zox’s hips angled just right.
“There it is,” Zox muttered, voice rough with satisfaction. “You like that.”
Kaito couldn’t even argue.
Every time Zox hit that sensitive spot inside him his toes curled and his hands clenched the sheets tighter.
“ Zo—Ahh —hhck!”
“Yeah?” Zox said lazily, thrusting deeper.
Kaito didn’t even know what he was trying to say anymore.
Zox’s pace picked up.
He tried to control himself, he isn’t a monster: Kaito is a virgin, don’t wanna hurt him…
It was easier said than done.
Finally he had someone under him, someone who’s not his sister.
God, he missed this, missed men.
How their bodies felt around his cock.
His hands slid to Kaito’s hips, holding him steady while the bed rocked beneath them.
One of Zox’s hands left Kaito’s hip and slid forward beneath him, reaching between Kaito and the mattress. His fingers wrapped around Kaito’s cock, already slick and aching, and he began to stroke him.
Kaito made a startled sound that melted immediately into a helpless moan.
Zox chuckled, thrusting again while his hand worked him steadily.
Another thrust.
Another slow stroke.
Kaito’s back arched as the pressure finally snapped.
His cock pulsed hard in Zox’s grip, spilling across the pirates hand.
Zox kept stroking him through it, slower now, letting Kaito ride out the waves as more of it spilled over his knuckles.
Kaito’s fingers clenched helplessly in the sheets while he shuddered, breath hitching with every aftershock.
“Ah—ah!”
His hips twitched weakly against Zox’s hand as the last pulses ran through him, leaving him limp and oversensitive.
Zox didn’t stop moving.
Instead his hips slowed into deeper, heavier thrusts, chasing his own finish. Kaito had gone limp beneath him.
He could barely react anymore. His body was soft and boneless.
“Zox.” he whined weakly.
Zox huffed a quiet laugh.
He thrust a few more times, harder now, as the tension in his body finally peaked.
Then he pulled out.
Kaito barely had time to process the sudden emptiness before Zox’s hand pressed lightly between his shoulder blades, holding him in place.
Warmth splashed across Kaito’s back.
Zox groaned low as he came, thick streaks landing across Kaito’s shoulders and spine.
“I think I died,” Kaito mumbled weakly into the pillow.
Zox chuckled behind him.
“Pretty good for your first raid.”
——
Eventually Zox pushed himself upright with a quiet grunt.
“Don’t fall asleep yet,” he said.
Kaito made a faint noise.
Zox stood up and left the room, Kaito could hear him rummaging around the ship.
A moment later he returned with a damp towel and a small bottle of water.
He tossed the water onto the mattress beside Kaito.
“Drink.”
Kaito turned his head slowly.
“Bossy pirate.”
Kaito managed to push himself up onto his elbows while Zox wiped the drying streaks from his back with the towel.
Kaito took a few slow sips of water, then sat up properly. His entire body protested the movement.
“ow.”
Zox snorted.
Kaito rubbed his face, then glanced around the room.
Reality slowly crept back in.
“I should probably go home.”
Zox leaned against the wall, watching him get up with an amused expression.
Kaito wobbled a little as he stood.
He began gathering his things, then suddenly remembered.
“Oh!”
He turned back.
“Zox, can I have my shirt back now?”
Zox tilted his head.
“Oh, right.”
He began digging through a pile of clothes and random pirate junk scattered around the room.
He pulled something out and tossed it toward Kaito.
Kaito caught it.
His shirt.
The one Zox had stolen earlier that day.
Kaito looked down at it.
Then he sniffed it.
His face slowly twisted.
He sniffed again.
“Why does my shirt smell weird?”
Zox shrugged casually.
“Oh yeah. I jerked off with it earlier.”
Kaito choked.
“YOU WHAT?!”
“And I pissed on it.”
“ZOX?!”
Zox put up his hands innocently.
“I mark my treasure.”
Kaito held the shirt like it had personally betrayed him.
“Zox. It’s my shirt.”
Zox leaned back against the wall,
“Yeah and?”
Kaito looked horrified.
“I like it,” Zox said.
Then his eyes flicked up to Kaito’s face.
“I like you.”
A grin spread slowly across his mouth again.
“So I claimed it.”
Kaito stood there for a second, staring at him.
Then, very carefully, he folded the shirt like it hadn’t just been emotionally and physically violated.
“You’re insane,” he muttered.
Zox grinned.
Kaito turned on his heel and marched toward the door.
“Hey,” Zox called after him, still lounging against the wall. “You’re welcome.”
Kaito didn’t even look back.
“I hate you!”
“You don’t,” Zox shot back easily.
Kaito hesitated for half a step, but he stormed out anyway.
——
It was late…very late. Kaito had hoped that everyone would be asleep.
Unfortunately for him, they were not.
He stood outside Colourful, staring at the door.
The lights were still on.
“Okay,” he whispered to himself. “Just act normal.”
The moment he stepped inside, five heads snapped toward him.
“Kaito!” Juran shouted.
Gaon bolted upright.
“YOU’RE ALIVE!”
Magine rushed over.
“We were so worried!”
Vroom adjusted his glasses dramatically.
Yacchan hurried forward, hands clasped together in clear worry.
“Kaito, where have you been?” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “You said you’d be right back. I was starting to think something happened to you.”
Kaito blinked at all of them.
“Hi?”
Juran crossed his arms.
“Hi?! That’s it?!”
“We thought you got kidnapped!” Gaon cried.
“You said you were just going to get your shirt back!” Magine added.
Kaito froze.
Oh.
Right.
The shirt.
They were all staring at him now.
Waiting.
Juran squinted.
“Did you get it?”
Kaito slowly held up the shirt.
Everyone leaned closer.
There was a pause.
Gaon sniffed.
“Why does it smell weird?”
Kaito turned red so fast it looked painful.
“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.”
Magine tilted her head.
“Did something happen?”
Juran narrowed his eyes.
“You look weird.”
“I DO NOT.”
Magine gasped softly.
“Did the pirate do something to you?”
Kaito choked.
“WHAT—NO— I MEAN…”
Too late.
All of them were staring.
Kaito slowly sank into a chair.
“ I accidentally had sex with the pirate.”
Juran blinked.
“How do you accidentally have sex with a pirate?”
Kaito opened his mouth.
Closed it.
“It’s a long story.”
Gaon leaned closer, eyes wide.
“Did he kidnap you?”
“No!”
“Did he threaten you?”
“No!”
Magine gasped.
“Did he seduce you?”
Yacchan blinked.
“Kaito.”
Her voice wasn’t loud but, it immediately cut through the chaos.
She stepped forward, placing a hand gently on his shoulder, her expression more concerned than shocked.
“Are you alright?” she asked, eyes searching his face. “He didn’t force you, did he?”
“I wasn’t forced!” he said quickly. “I just— I didn’t expect it to happen, okay?!”
Juran blinked slowly.
“You’re telling me you tripped and fell and—“
Gaon slapped a hand over Juran’s mouth.
“Not helping!”
Vroon adjusted his glasses, visibly flustered.
Kaito’s face exploded red.
“I’M GOING TO BED.”
He bolted up the stairs.
Yacchan found him an hour later curled up under his blankets, still wearing one sock and glaring at the wall like it had personally betrayed him.
She knocked softly against the half-open door before stepping inside.
The room smelled faintly like laundry detergent and old books.
“You’re awake,” she said.
“I’m pretending not to be.”
Yacchan sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and smoothed his hair back from his forehead.
“Kaito,” she said quietly. “You know you can tell me if something’s wrong.”
Kaito stared at the blanket.
“I know.”
“And?”
He made a miserable noise.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he mumbled. “I went there for my shirt and then he was there and he kept saying things and touching me and somehow I ended up having sex .”
Yacchan nodded slowly like this was a perfectly reasonable sentence.
“And now I don’t know if I like him or if I’m just overwhelmed because he’s pretty and weird and intense.”
“He can be all of those things at once,” Yacchan said gently.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear.
“You don’t have to decide everything immediately. You don’t owe someone your heart just because you slept with them.”
Kaito’s shoulders loosened a little.
“And if you do like him,” Yacchan continued, “that’s alright too.”
Kaito swallowed.
“He said he likes me.”
Yacchan smiled.
“I’m not surprised.”
“He stole my shirt.”
“That part surprises me less.”
Kaito let out a tiny laugh despite himself.
Yacchan leaned down and kissed the top of his head.
“Just be careful,” she murmured. “You have a habit of giving people every piece of yourself before they’ve earned it.”
Kaito went quiet.
Then he nodded.
“Okay.”
Yacchan stood up and headed for the door.
“Oh,” she added without turning around. “And wash that shirt twice.”
Kaito groaned into his pillow.
_____
One week later, the café had somehow settled back into its usual rhythm.
Which, for Kaito, meant bracing himself for whatever chaos the afternoon decided to deliver.
The bell above the door jingled.
Kaito looked up from behind the counter and brightened immediately. “Oh! Hi Stacy!”
Stacy stepped inside with his usual calm composure, brushing a bit of dust from his sleeve.
He approached the counter without hesitation.
“The usual,” he said.
Yacchan gave a knowing hum, already reaching for a chilled glass bowl.
She slid the ice cream toward Stacy with the ease of someone who had done this many times before.
“There you go, Stacy-chan,” she said warmly.
Stacy gave a small nod of acknowledgment and took the bowl.
Zox slowly lowered the spoon he’d been using to steal bites from someone else’s ice cream.
His eyes narrowed.
Stacy was standing very close to the counter.
Very close to Kaito.
He stood up.
The chair legs screeched loudly across the floor.
Zox walked over with a dramatic strut, and stopped right next to Kaito, planting one hand on the counter like he owned the place.
“Wow,” Zox said lightly, tilting his head. “You’re brave.”
Stacy blinked once.
“I come here regularly.”
“Yeah I noticed,” Zox said.
He gestured lazily toward Kaito with his thumb.
“You’re standing kinda close to my treasure there.”
Stacy looked completely unmoved.
“I am eating ice cream.”
Zox leaned forward a little, eyes narrowing in exaggerated suspicion.
“Yeah? That what we’re calling it?”
Stacy sighed. “Your behavior is irrational.”
Zox bristled. “Oh, I’ll give you irrational.”
Kaito quickly grabbed Zox’s face with both hands.
“Zox. Zox! Please. Breathe.”
Zox stopped.
Kaito was touching his cheeks, thumbs brushing the edges of his jaw.
His posture melted instantly.
“I see,” Stacy said at last. “You are imprinted.”
Zox nuzzled into Kaito’s palms, totally unashamed.
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever. I’m imprinted.”
Stacy shifted half a step closer.
Zox’s eyes snapped open.
He hissed.
Actually hissed.
“My Kaito,” Zox snarled, baring his teeth slightly like a territorial cat. “Don’t touch.”
Stacy blinked once.
“Fascinating.”
Kaito groaned and dropped his hands from Zox’s face.
“We are not—” he gestured vaguely between himself and the feral blonde “—a thing!”
Zox blinked at him.
“We’re not?”
Kaito flailed slightly. “You had sex with me once!”
The café went dead silent.
Stacy watched all of this with calm interest.
“I see.”
Kaito buried his face in his hands.
“I shouldn’t have said that out loud.”
Stacy tilted his head slightly.
“So you are not romantically involved.”
Zox’s expression soured a little.
“Well I thought we were getting there,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “I claimed you and everything.”
Kaito pointed at him.
“You hissed at him!”
“He breathed near you!”
“That’s how oxygen works!”
Stacy just kept eating his ice cream, like this whole disaster was no more alarming than a rainy forecast.
Yacchan had gone still behind the counter, wearing the patient expression of someone who had wisely decided this was absolutely not her circus.
Kaito buried his face in his arms.
“I regret everything.”
Zox leaned down beside him, grinning.
“You didn’t regret it last week.’
“ZOX.”
Juran burst out laughing.
Gaon followed immediately.
Stacy finished his ice cream, set the empty bowl on the counter, and turned for the door, walking out while Zox glared holes in his back.
——
The next day Zox was nowhere near the café.
Apparently he had dragged Flint off on some dramatic treasure hunting detour because “I need to clear my head before I stab that weird prince.”
Which meant Kaito had exactly one peaceful morning before the bell above the café door jingled.
Stacy walked to the counter and stopped very close. Close enough that Kaito could see the faint mechanical seams at his collar where human skin met Kikainoid plating beneath.
“The usual,” Stacy said.
Kaito blinked.
“Right! Yeah, uh—sure.”
He started scooping ice cream into a bowl.
After a moment Stacy spoke again.
“You had intercourse with the pirate.”
Kaito dropped the scoop.
CLANG.
Juran’s head snapped up across the room.
Kaito went bright red instantly.
“STACY!”
Stacy stared at him.
“You can’t just say stuff like that!” Kaito hissed, glancing around wildly.
“Why not?”
Kaito groaned and shoved the bowl of ice cream into Stacy’s hands.
“Come on,” he muttered. “Sit down before you say something worse.”
Stacy followed him to one of the corner tables without protest.
He sat perfectly straight, hands folded neatly in front of him, while Kaito slumped across from him and buried his burning face in his hands.
Stacy spoke again.
“Why is he like that?”
Kaito rubbed the back of his neck.
“He’s been alone for a long time,” he said. “Like, really alone…He told me he got so lonely he ended up sleeping with his sister.”
Stacy blinked.
“That’s not something people usually admit.”
“I KNOW,” Kaito groaned.
There was a sad truth to it though, Zox is so desperately lonely, of course he is like this.
“But…I understand.”
Stacy blinked up from his bowl.
“When you don’t have anyone… you start grabbing onto whatever you can. Even if it’s wrong.”
Stacy was quiet.
Kaito exhaled.
“That doesn’t mean I belong to him.”
Kaito crossed his arms.
“I want to figure things out,” Kaito confessed. “Try stuff. See what I actually want.”
He glanced at Stacy.
“That includes you, by the way.”
Stacy stilled slightly.
Kaito scratched his cheek, a little sheepish but still honest.
“I don’t want to be… just one thing, with one person, right away,” he said.
Stacy was quiet for a long moment, clearly thinking.
Finally, he spoke.
“Then perhaps he will have to learn that wanting something is not the same as owning it.”
Kaito looked at him.
“And if he cannot accept that,” Stacy said quietly, “that is his problem. Not yours.”
Kaito looked down at his hands.
The café smelled like sugar and melted waffle cones.
Stacy sat across from him perfectly still, his expression unreadable.
For some reason that made it easier.
Kaito exhaled slowly.
“I like him,” he admitted. “I think I do.”
His fingers curled against the table.
“But I like you too.”
Stacy did not react immediately.
He simply looked at Kaito with that same calm, distant focus.
“You said you wanted to try things.”
Kaito’s throat went dry.
“I did.”
“You said that included me.”
Kaito’s heart thudded painfully in his chest.
He stood up so quickly his chair scraped loudly against the floor.
Stacy blinked up at him.
Kaito rubbed the back of his neck, face burning.
“Come upstairs with me,” he muttered.
Stacy stared at him for a moment.
Then he stood too.
Across the room, Juran looked up from wiping down a table.
“You guys are acting weird.”
“We’re always weird,” Kaito said immediately.
Kaito grabbed Stacy’s wrist before he could lose his nerve and started dragging him toward the stairs.
They got upstairs and the bedroom door shut behind them.
Stacy stood near the door.
Kaito swallowed.
Then Stacy stepped closer.
Slowly.
Carefully.
“I do not have the parts you expect, but I have a mouth.”
Kaito’s breath hitched.
Stacy held his gaze.
“You can fuck it.”
The words landed heavy in the air.
Kaito’s face flushed instantly, heat spreading down his neck, his chest tightening with something sharp and electric.
Stacy was already moving.
Slow.
Graceful.
He sank to his knees in front of him.
Kaito’s breath went shallow.
Stacy looked almost unreal kneeling there.
His dark hair fell across his forehead in soft strands, a little messy now, framing the sharp lines of his face. His lashes looked darker lowered like this, his mouth slightly parted, his expression distant and strangely patient.
The mechanical seams at his throat caught faintly in the low light, disappearing beneath smooth skin and the collar of his shirt.
He looked beautiful.
Stacy’s hands came up, fingers brushing lightly against Kaito’s waist, then sliding lower to his pants.
He paused.
Looked up.
That same sad expression.
“May I?” he asked quietly.
Kaito nodded before he could even think.
Stacy’s fingers worked slowly, carefully undoing the button, sliding the zipper down.
Kaito’s hands hovered awkwardly at his sides, then finally settled in Stacy’s hair.
Stacy’s hair was ridiculously soft.
It slipped through his grip in smooth dark strands, brushing against his skin in a way that felt way too good for something so simple. It was hard not to pull.
And the way it framed Stacy’s face, all pretty and flushed and looking up at him like that… it didn’t feel delicate anymore. It felt filthy.
God, he really did look like a fallen prince.
Stacy eased his pants down further, just enough to free him, fingers careful and slow.
Kaito sucked in a breath as cool air hit his skin.
Stacy’s hands settled lightly on Kaito’s thighs.
“You are very pretty,” Stacy said softly.
The words hit harder than they should have.
Kaito’s face went hot all over again.
Kaito swallowed hard.
“You’re pretty too,” he blurted out.
Stacy blinked once.
His thumb brushed lightly against Kaito’s hip, grounding himself there.
“Kaito,” he said softly.
“You can fuck my mouth.”
Kaito’s breath caught hard.
Stacy’s gaze didn’t waver.
“Please,” he added, quieter now.
“I want it.”
His fingers tightened slightly against Kaito’s hips.
“I want to taste you.”
That did it.
Kaito’s grip in his hair tightened instinctively as he exhaled shakily.
“You don’t have to beg,” he whispered.
“I am not begging,” Stacy said.
“I am asking.”
There was something almost stubborn in it.
Kaito’s hand tightened in Stacy’s hair.
And he pulled:
tilting his head back, to expose more of his throat.
“Open,” Kaito muttered.
Stacy did.
His mouth opening slow and wide, eyes still locked on Kaito’s.
Fuck.
Kaito swallowed hard, his other hand grabbed Stacy’s shoulder for balance as he guided himself forward.
Clumsy.
The awkwardness of his own body, average and unremarkable.
The first contact made his breath hitch.
Stacy’s mouth taking him in. His lips stretched around him, tongue shifting underneath. Kaito’s grip tightened in his hair.
Stacy’s hands tightened on Kaito’s hips, holding him there as he took more, inch by inch, adjusting; his throat working as he tried to take him deeper.
Kaito pulled back and thrust forward again, harder this time, less careful.
His fingers tangled deeper in that soft hair, ruining it, pulling it tight as he set a rhythm that was already edging toward rough.
Clumsy thrusts that kept hitting deeper, making Stacy’s head rock slightly with each movement.
And Stacy let him.
His mouth stayed open, relaxed around him, tongue moving when it could, throat trying to take more. His eyes watered slightly at the corners, lashes damp, but he didn’t look away.
He looked worse like this.
Prettier.
Ruined.
Kaito groaned under his breath, grip tightening again as he pulled his head back and forced him down further.
“Fuck—Stacy!”
It came out strained.
He was being rough now.
And Stacy wasn’t stopping him.
His fingers dug in harder at Kaito’s hips, holding him in place, silently asking for more—taking everything Kaito gave him.
And Kaito gave it.
Deeper, harder.
All he could think was how good it felt.
How good Stacy’s mouth felt.
And how he didn’t want to stop.
Kaito’s thighs were already shaking.
Stacy looked wrecked beneath him now.
His lips swollen.
Dark hair pulled loose and messy through Kaito’s fingers.
Tears clinging to his lashes.
He looked up at Kaito with that same heavy stare while taking him deeper and deeper.
It was too much.
Kaito’s stomach tightened hard.
His hips stuttered.
Stacy’s fingers dug harder into his thighs.
Kaito came with a broken gasp, his grip in Stacy’s hair turning almost desperate.
Stacy stayed there and took it.
His throat worked.
His eyes fluttered shut.
Kaito shook through it, breathless and overwhelmed.
When he finally looked down again Stacy was still kneeling there.
His mouth wet.
His cheeks flushed.
Hair ruined.
Beautiful.
Stacy swallowed.
Then he rested his forehead lightly against Kaito’s hip.
“You taste good,” he said quietly.
———
By the time Zox got back the next day, he already knew something was off.
Kaito wouldn’t look at him for more than a second at a time, and every time Stacy’s name came up his ears went pink.
That alone was suspicious enough.
Juran really wasn’t trying to start anything.
He was halfway through wiping down the counter, when he let out a laugh and said, “Honestly, you should’ve seen them yesterday. Kaito practically dragged him upstairs.”
The words hit the room and everything stopped.
Kaito made a strangled noise that sounded like his soul leaving his body.
“WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.”
Across the room, Zox had gone completely still.
His grin faded inch by inch as his eyes slid from Juran to Stacy, then finally to Kaito, who looked like he wanted the floorboards to open up and swallow him whole.
The silence stretched.
Zox stood up slowly.
“You let that pretty thing get on his knees for you.”
Kaito crossed his arms.
“You don’t get to be weird about this.”
Zox stepped closer.
“You let the prince suck your dick?”
Kaito’s face exploded red.
“Keep your voice down!”
Zox looked genuinely wounded.
“I leave for one day and you let the prince steal my spot?”
“You do not have a spot!”
“I do now.”
Before Kaito could react Zox grabbed him by the waist and hauled him close.
Kaito let out a startled noise as Zox buried his face against his neck and inhaled.
Then he frowned.
“You smell like him.”
The words came out rough and possessive.
“You let the pretty boy touch you, you belong to me Kaito.”
Zox’s hand moved fast.
He shoved Kaito down onto his knees.
Kaito barely had time to react before Zox was already undoing his belt, pushing his pants down just enough.
Zox grabbed a fistful of his hair, tilting his head back.
“Open.”
Kaito hesitated.
Every eye in the café was on them now.
Zox’s grip tightened.
“Open,” he repeated, sharper.
Kaito obeyed.
The room held its breath.
Then Zox’s thumb brushed over Kaito’s bottom lip, eyes dark and fixed on him, while the rest of the café sat in stunned silence, everyone too shocked to move.
A warm stream hit Kaito’s lips.
Kaito flinched, a shocked sound muffled in his throat.
Zox’s hand returned to his hair, steadying him, not letting him pull away.
“Drink,” he murmured.
Kaito choked on instinct at first, the warmth hitting his tongue and the sheer wrongness of it making his throat tighten, but Zox’s grip in his hair held him there. He swallowed, most of it spilling at the corners of his mouth; throat working in uneven gulps.
No one in the café moved.
Vroon had turned completely toward the wall at this point, glasses in hand like he was trying to politely erase himself from reality.
The stream slowed, then stopped.
Zox’s thumb brushed over Kaito’s bottom lip, smearing what remained, eyes dark and fixed on him.
“Now you smell like me,” he said quietly.
Kaito’s breath stuttered as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes narrowing through the lingering shock.
“What the hell is wrong with you,” Kaito breathed, voice thin, wrecked, but not breaking.
Zox’s grip loosened slightly in his hair, fingers still threaded there, possessive but no longer forcing.
“You let him touch you,” Zox muttered, eyes narrowed, something ugly and raw flickering under the surface. His chest rose and fell heavier than it should have. “You let him kneel for you.”
Kaito’s brows pulled together.
“And?” he shot back, sharper now. “I wanted that.”
Zox’s jaw tightened hard enough to make the muscle jump.
Kaito pushed himself up from the floor, wiping his mouth again, anger finally cutting through the shock. His knees still felt weak, but his glare came back sharp.
“You keep losing your mind the second someone else gets close to me.” His chest rose with a shaky breath.
“You don’t know how to come back and talk about it, so instead you do… this.” His hand gestured between them, disgust and disbelief tangled together.
“You had sex with your sister because you couldn’t handle being alone,” Kaito snapped.
Zox’s mouth opened, then shut again, jaw working like he was biting back something uglier.
“That’s different,” he muttered at last.
His eyes slid away, fingers curling uselessly at his sides.
Kaito exhaled sharply, running a hand through his own hair, trying to pull himself together.
“You’re acting like a kid who doesn’t want to share his toys.”
“I am not!”
“You are!”
“No i’m not!”
Kaito sighed, dragging a hand down his face. He turned, grabbed a pen and paper off the desk.
Zox blinked.
“What are you doing.”
“Fixing this,” Kaito muttered.
He turned back around and shoved the paper toward Zox.
Zox took it.
It was a chart.
Messy, uneven lines.
Two columns.
Kaito + Stacy
Kaito + Zox
Some days filled in.
A tiny star drawn in the corner.
Zox stared at it.
“What is this.”
“It’s a schedule,” Kaito said flatly. “You get me these days. Stacy gets me these days. And if you don’t act like a jealous asshole, maybe you get bonus time.”
Zox blinked again.
Processing.
“You’re serious.”
“Dead serious.”
Zox glanced at the chart again.
Then back at Kaito.
“I get Thursdays.”
“If you behave.”
Zox frowned.
“I always behave.”
Kaito raised an eyebrow.
Zox hesitated.
“Sometimes.”
Kaito huffed out a breath, tension cracking just a little.
“Then prove it.”
Zox looked at the chart one more time.
Then, slowly, he folded it.
Tucked it into his pocket.
“Fine.”
It wasn’t graceful.
It wasn’t mature.
He didn’t lash out.
Just a quiet, begrudging:
“I still get Thursdays.”