Other Fan Fiction ❯ Give Me My Hand Back ❯ Give Me My Hand Back ( One-Shot )

“Give me my hand back, you chicken shit!” Chika spat, tearing off Shito's right hand from his wrist.

Shito looks coldly though his glasses, removing them as he set his book down. “It took you long enough to get here. I'm sick of wearing this thing.” Shito pulled off the hand from his own wrist and motioned to swap the disembodied hands, when he stopped. “You know what? I've changed my mind.”

As Shito began to walk away, Chika reattached Shito's hand and chased after him. “Stop, you cheeky bastard! What's that supposed to mean?” They already reached the door before Shito replied.

“How many times have you gotten out of the zone this past week? Twice already? As long as I keep a hold of this, you're not going anywhere.” Shito raised the hand up, waving the fingers tauntingly. “Besides, what's it matter until we're fighting? One hour and it'll rot off.” Chika growled, knowing this quite well.

“You asshole, think I don't know that? I just want if back!” Chika wished so badly that he could materialize his sword. Even that undignified gun Shito uses would do nicely. Anything he could use to retaliate against this self-absorbed jerk. He hated to waste it, but he was just so riled up that he had to. From his bag, he withdrew a convenience store onigiri, and he threw it at Shito's head. Shito gracefully blocked it, only getting a fraction of the snack on him.

“You're so predictable.” Shito wiped his face and licked the rice off his fingertips.

“Don't lick my hand!”

“Oh? You don't like that?” Chika nearly cracked, watching Shito delicately nip at the skin. Chika watched him, frustrated that there wasn't anything he could do about it. Was Shito trying to look this sexy? Yeah, he was always good looking by other people's standards, but seeing him lick like that was getting Chika flustered. After a minute of teasing, Shito looked at Chika as if in dreamy contemplation.

“Wha-What!?”

Shito approached Chika, looking him dead in the eyes. “Do you really hate me?”

“Of course I hate you, you worthless scab!” Chika scoffed, yet became speechless as Shito leaned in closer. The moment Shito lightly pressed his lips against the corner of Chika's mouth, Chika lost all thought.

“You don't like that either?” Chika nearly struck Shito when he whispered into his ear. Yet, Chika was getting excited. A chill went through his spine as Shito touched between Chika's legs. He gave a short gasp, and Shito laughed through his nose. “It seems you like that, though.”

 

It wasn't long before Shito had Chika completely in his control.

 

Chika leaned against the table, his pants around his ankles. Shito sat on his knees in front of him, his fingers teasing the stiffening penis in his face.

“Shi…to…” Chika couldn't help but drool as he spoke. The massaging motions Shito made with his tongue were too good.

“You're really starting to feel good, eh? I suppose even the rough, tough Chika gets weak from this kind of thing.” Shito laughed, pulling off Chika's dick as he began to stroke his own. After a short time of silence broken only by small gasps and moans, Shito looked back up. “I wonder- do you like the way your hand feels when I move it for you?” Shito began vigorously jerking off Chika's throbbing, dribbling member with the right hand.

“Tch-!” Chika tried to resist how good it was feeling, and the erotic things Shito kept adding weren't helping as he was getting close to coming. “Almost! Shito, more! Ah-I'm almost ready!” As Shito slipped his mouth over the member again, he felt Chika buck his hips, and he pressed his fingers into Chika's tight hole. “AAH!” Chika cried, sending a warm rush of cum down Shito's throat.

 

Chika grabbed Shito's hair, his breath bated. Shito licked his lips, pulling off the cock again.

“Now it's my turn.” He said, standing up.

“You swallowed it…” Chika said, astonished, as Shito turned him around. Shito pulled Chika's ass towards him, and he kneeled down again. “Ah!” Chika gasped as Shito began to lick and prod the hole with his tongue. As the opening began to swell with color, Shito began to finger the hole. Chika turned back, and blushed. “No! Get it out of there!”

“Very well, then.” Shito swirled his fingers around and pulled out. He stood up, massaged himself briefly, and slipped in. Chika screamed with painful delight. It hurt like hell, but the deeper Shito went the better it felt. His legs began to shake as the black-haired boy began to pound at his backside. Shito pulled up Chika's shirt, and licked and nipped between his shoulder blades, running his fingers down Chika's slim waist. “…Chika…” His left hand gripped the still erect member and rubbed it in time with each thrust. Shito let out a low moan, and Chika could not hold back. A stream of cum burst forth, tightening his ass in pleasure, and Shito came with him.

Shito pulled out, and watched his cum bubble out of the red hole. He redid his pants, and slipped on his glasses. Chika, however, remained slumped over the table with shaky legs.

“You…dung ball…” Chika panted. He tried to pull up his pants, ignoring the cum splattered on his front and running down his leg. “I really… really… fucking hate you…” Shito pulled the hand off Chika's wrist and replaced it with the one he had been using.

“Fine. See you in an hour.” Shito looked back over his shoulder as he shut the door. Just before he closed it completely, Shito whispered, “But you'll have to work very hard for this hand.”