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Debts	By : Wateruonsensei Category: Manga Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Garou hesitated before handing Saitama the basket, the bald hero taking it and leaving. The whole week he kept doing nice things for him, probably to try and make him forgot what had happened.
But it was hard to.
Not with what Genos left.
'The noises you made were cute.'
Garou pinched himself, sighing and going to at least do something, keep his mind off and away from his thoughts.
He didn't know what to do.
It seemed like both where flirting, but Saitama gave mixed signals and Genos was probably just trying to get blackmail.
"You okay?" Saitama asked. Garou nodded, slumping. "Okay. Just remember. If you wanna talk, I'm here,"
"Yeah," Garou responded, taking a bucket and scrub to the bathroom.
He didn't have to do much, the bathroom already spotless. But he didn't care. He did the kitchen as well. Cleaned whatever he could really. Which wasn't much.
"Hey!" Saitama called. "C'mere!" Garou sighed, placing the scrub somewhere safe and after washing his hands went to where Saitama was.
"There you are!" Saitama chirped. Shoving his hero suit into Garou's hands. "Noticed you looking at it quite a bit, thought you wanted to try it on,"
"What?" Garou gaped, looking at him.
"Try it on," Saitama repeated. "Don't worry, it was just cleaned," he watched as Garou looked at the suit. "C'mon," He hummed pushing Garou torwards the bathroom. "Put it on," The blonde hesitated before closing the door. Saitama smiling to himself.
It wasn't long before the door opened, and Saitama looked up and couldn't stop staring. The suit looked good on him. He swallowed, walking over.
"Oh good, it fits," He managed, slipping a finger around the belt loop hole, tugging the blonde closer. "Looks good," he felt Garou shiver as he traced his way up, soon turning the blonde around.
Damn he had a nice ass. Saitama couldn't help himself but stare at it.
He traced a hand down along his back, skipping his ass and going straight to the thigh, giving it a nice squeeze, hearing Garou let out a breath.
He hummed, turning Garou around again, looking up his stomach to his blushing face.
"What'd you think?" He asked, staring right into those golden eyes, watched as he swallowed and answered.
"Comfy," Saitama smiled.
"Good,"
Genos tapped his foot at the check out, the line unusually long at this time of day. He was told to hurry by his sensei, tempted to just leave the item and find it at another store, but instead he stayed and waited, watching as the line slowly dwindled.
He sent a text to Saitama to let him know he'd be late.
Garou's eyes went wide when he felt lips against his own, slowly being pressed up against the wall. He was shocked, he didn't know what to do. He felt as Saitama felt along his stomach, his mouth hungry for more, a thigh making it's way between his legs.
They broke for air, Saitama going straight to his neck, his hand unzipping the suit, a hand starting to sneak inside, and go down.
"Stop," Garou ordered. Relieved to feel all movement freeze.
It didn't take much to push Saitama off him, the bald man looking at him with hooded eyes. All he could do was just run to the bathroom, strip himself of the suit and take a shower to think it all over.
Saitama was about to knock on the door when he heard the shower start, deciding on just heading to the living room to read and wait for him there. He must've really something wrong. Maybe he remembered that stupid debt and just tried to deal with as much as he could and just couldn't.
Saitama shivered.
He had been forcing this entire thing when all the blonde was doing was just tolerating it.
He could've slept with him and he probably didn't want it at all. All those advances seemed shitty now.
He sighed, slumping. He'd apologize when he left the shower. They'd sort it all out, he was sure.
He should've taken a picture at least.
"What is going on," Garou mumbled, sitting in the tub as the water hit his back. His thoughts where all over the place. His mind would go to the kiss, the hand squeezing his thigh, to how his breath started getting heavy.
He didn't know what to do.
He leaned back, the corner of his eye seeing yellow through the curtain. He pulled it away a bit, thinking, staring at the suit, like it had the answers.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, letting a breath out and opening them.
He stood up and climb out, turning the water off. Quickly drying himself off, briefly debating and finally deciding.
Saitama looked up when he heard footsteps, surprised to see Garou in his hero suit, he looked up and worry hit him. Garou had a sharp look in his eyes, mouth twisted and arms crossed. Soon he sighed and dropped to his knees, looking away and exposing his neck, Saitama seeing the very obvious hickies.
"You don't have to do this y'know," he told. "I get you said anything on the whole debts but I don't want you to do this unless you want to," He watched as the blonde grit his teeth, obviously fighting with himself. "We can just forget it happened. Okay. We can just say your housework here was your repayment,"
"Just lay down," Garou muttered, catching Saitama off guard.
"I'm serious. You don't have to do this," He swallowed when Garou huffed and just crawled over to him, pushing him down on his back.
"I'm serious too," Saitama gaped at him. "This isnt about debts or any of that," Saitama grabbed his hand before he could pull his boxers down. The blonde looked up at him, pieces of his hair dropping down over his face, eyes still sharp and serious. Saitama sighed.
"If you're serious than kiss me," Garou looked at him surprised. "And don't hesitate," He crossed his arms, waiting.
He watched as Garou crawled closer, leaning up and slowly reach his mouth. As expected, the kiss was inexperienced, so he moved into it, trying to lead, Garou letting him. When they broke apart for air, Garou leaned back down, tugging lightly at Saitama's boxers.
Well he did kiss him.
Genos hummed, walking on his way home, suprirsed he didn't gain a reply from his sensei. He was supposed to update him on what happened. The cyborg looked up, the lights where on, so they were home. And he walked up the steps.
Garou's mouth around his dick felt just like it was on his mouth. Inexperienced. But he couldn't really blame him. He hummed, placing a hand on the top of the Garou's head as a guide.
"Use your tongue," he told, seeing golden hues glance up at him, but smiled when he felt Garou take the advice. "That's better," Saitama sighed, leaning his head back, feeling the bob of Garou's underneath his hand.
It was kind of hot watching a villain give him a blow job while wearing his clothes.
Garou really had no idea to what he was doing. He remembered how bothered the hero got with him licking food, so he tried to copy those actions, looking up when he heard a low groan.
"There ya go," the hero hummed. "See, you're getting the hang of it," Garou felt his face heat up, going back up, and then going back down, using his hand for areas he couldn't fit, something Saitama suggested.
He froze when the door opened, looking up at Saitama, who wasn't even staring at him.
"Oh hey Genos," he greeted.
Garou started to pull of when he heard fat approaching footsteps, ready for whatever hell G
The cyborg would throw at him, instead met with a hand on the back of the his neck pushing him back down, the head of Saitama's dick pressing the back of his throat.
Genos hummed when Garou let out a startled noise along with a familiar gag, but he kept his head down.
"H-hey!" Saitama cried, worry on his face. "I haven't taught him how to do that yet!" Genos hummed, reaching his hand down and unzipping the suit, snaking a hand inside.
He could hear Garou's heart race. The blonde trying to breath from his nose. He let out a noise when Genos found his hard on, gripping it tightly.
Saitama was watching him closely. Swallowing and allowing whatever was happening to happen, hoping that he wouldn't hurt Garou. He could feel the back of his throat, his nose letting out air against his pubic hair. He would've found it hot if he wasn't so worried about him.
But he watched. Watched as Genos leaned over him, watched as he whispered something into his ear, watched as he gave a little tug, watched and felt Garou make a muffled noise around him, stimulating his dick more.
Genos grabbed a head full of hair, guiding Garou up and off Saitama's length, slowly pushing him back down to the hilt.
They kept going like that, until the three reached a rhythm. Garou's head bobbing up and down, making sure to take Saitama's earlier advice of using tongue as he went, Genos jacking him off in tune, Saitama feeling the vibrations from his moans or whimpers.
Garou came with a moan, feeling his come coat Genos's hand. Saitama came right after, Genos pushing him down to the hilt, feeling come go down his throat. When the cyborg let off he removed Saitama's dick from his mouth, some of the heroes semen finding it's way out of his mouth and done his chin as he panted. Genos's hand was no longer around his now limp dick, and Saitama had already recovered, sitting up fully and sliding his boxers up, heading over to his usual area to read.
He was disappointed that he didn't stay. Maybe kiss him afterwards.
Garou's thoughts where interupted when he felt a hand on his chin, and soon synthetic lips where against his own.
Saitama looked up, seeing Genos, calm and collected, kissing Garou who was an absolute mess, he had jizz dribbling down his chin, his eyes were closed and Saitama's hero suit was off his shoulders, one arm completely out of the sleeve. He watched as Genos nipped at his bottom lip, quickly sneaking his tongue in when Garou gasped, and watched as the two blondes continued their make out session.
He watched as Garou melted into Genos, the cyborg having much more experience than him, knowing all the right areas to make someone his.
Garou was the one who broke for air, his eyes hooded and looking at Genos, who merely smiled at him, and soon joined Saitama's side.
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