Sex, Drugs and Sausage Rolls [closed/Erasmus] R.

A deep groan surfaced from the Primera, muffled by the pillow his face had been buried in. His body twisted, turned away from whatever it was that had brushed against his pelvis until the light assaulted his eyes through his eyelids. With the newly acquired consciousness however came a pounding that forced him to release another groan, the source of the agonizing ache smashing his head in two was too mysterious to point out though. Did he hit his head or something? He reached up clumsily and his hand flopped into the wall on his left, had he accidentally headbutted it in his sleep? Wouldn't that have woken him up though? He didn't- Why did-? His hand crawled down the wall and up to his face, rubbing his closed eyes gently with a strained sigh. Why did he feel like this was what it was like to be the anvil beneath his hammer? He squinted, looking up at the ceiling through his eyelashes. Normally everything would have been fine, the roof looked like the same boring grey colored surface he was accustomed to. But everything in his peripherals was not. Where was the bookcase? And why was the wall on the wrong side?

"Fuck..." It took him a couple of tries and he growled in frustration before he managed to gulp hard, his dry tongue grating against the roof of his mouth. The bubbling in the pit of his stomach and the horrible taste in his mouth as well as the feeling of his throat being clogged up told him that he had thrown up once before and was likely to do so again if he wasn't careful.

How much did he even drink last night? The last thing he remembered was grabbing a few tequilas, everything after that had been eaten up by a giant mental black hole. Was there a boat? He was pretty sure there was a boat, and a bunch of people in weird clothes, he didn't fucking know. How did he even get wherever he was? Screw it, he didn't care so long as he wasn't face down in the gutter. He breathed in deeply, his mind pondering over the need to get up and get a drink of water as he stretched his limbs out. But one limb didn't stretch all the way, his arm had met something smooth and warm to the touch. He rolled his head over on the pillow and lifted his neck slightly to get a better look at what it was, his hair cascading around like thin black rivers and he instantly retracted his arm.

"Oh no..." He muttered, his tone of voice grim as the grave. "No no no no no..." He was almost pleading, begging the world to tell him that he wasn't staring at the guy whom he had offered a drink to last night. That same bright auburn hair, hair that had been mere inches from his own just a moment ago. He had only gave him a drink because he looked a little sad, leaning against that balcony in the corner all by himself. How in gods name did it turn into whatever the fuck this was?!

"Oh, fuck me..." He whimpered, instantly regretting his poor choice of words as his own voice made him shudder in disgust. A thought burst to the front of his mind and he shot up, the pain in his head grew until he felt like somebody had washed his skull in a cero from The King but he had to know! His hand swiftly slithered down to his thigh, hoping with all of his might that- Nope. Nothing. He was naked. Suddenly he felt so slimy. His skin felt greasy and filthy. Flooding into his nose, the musk in the air became obvious to him as it broke through the wall of alcohol. He wanted to flop back down, to just accept everything for now until he felt well enough to comprehend it all.

The churning in his stomach became violent and a horrible guttural noise escaped from his throat before he shot up and stumbled across the bed, his hand instantly clasping over his mouth. His other hand grabbed the covers with as much strength as he could muster, not wanting to expose himself to the stranger next to him as he leaned over the foot of the bed and vomited, half of it falling into a bowl, half of it splattering all over the carpet. He used the sheets to wipe his mouth, refusing to turn around.

He didn't want to speak, didn't want to say or hear any words.

Didn't want to address the man in the room with him.

Maybe if he didn't acknowledge him then it would be as if none of what he thought had happened had ever happened.

Perhaps if he didn't say anything then-

"Did we...?"

Dammit Erasmus!

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At first, Hi-to had thought he hadn’t truly woken up yet, that he was still dreaming and it was all a feverish nightmare courtesy of the tequila. After all, what were the chances of the Sixth Division Captain and the Primera Espada waking up in bed, naked, and in compromising positions together? He’d practically been spooning the other as he’d come to, nestled into his side like a purring house wife, and if it wasn’t to his own demise he’d have laughed at the sheer irony of it all. The pounding headache was doing a good job of keeping his sarcastic outlook in check however, and his mind on the very real, pressing matter at hand. If luck had been on his side then perhaps he could have just gathered what was left of his pride and costume and made a swift exit. He could have snuck out, and the other wouldn’t have been none the wiser, or even conscious enough to see him run for the hills. But today wasn’t his lucky day, and as he stared at the Arrancar in question he groaned, making Hi-to flinch and retract his hand as if burned.
 
It appeared that hollows could also experience bountiful fruits of a hangover, and Hi-to tried not to wince as the other’s calloused fingertips brushed across his hip bones, raising goose bumps in their wake. A slew of curses left the other’s mouth and Hi-to felt the need to mirror them, if all the breath didn’t leave his lungs as the man turned over, bed dipping under the shift in weight. He couldn’t help it; he stared. He watched , eyes wide and comical as the other blinked the sleep from his eyes, realization dawning in them and the same horror Hi-to felt seemed to spread to his temporary bed mate. He was very likely the only man alive to have heard the Primera Espada whimper, and the realization didn’t feel as satisfying as it probably should have.
 
His eloquent choice of words weren’t exactly doing much to instil confidence in him either.
 
Apparently they didn’t sit well with the other either, for the next moment his head was snapping to the opposite side of the bed as he promptly threw up all over the threadbare carpet. The sound of dry coughing and awkward wheezing filled the stagnant silence as he emptied the contents of his stomach all over the floor, and Hi-to had to dazedly take note not to stand in it for when he finally was capable of pulling himself out of the bed. He didn’t want to see what the dark haired Arrancar had just thrown up. For all he knew, it could have been half the party’s attendees.
 
But every cloud had a silver lining, and in this case it was that the other probably wasn’t going to try and eat him. He probably wouldn’t have tasted very good anyway; he hadn’t even showered. It looked like the other was pretty content in not even glancing at him or even talking to him, though the awkward slump of his shoulders told Hi-to it was probably because his mind was conjuring up the same awful images that his own was. The silence didn’t last long, and husky words tumbled out of the Arrancar’s mouth before he even seemed aware of them.
 
“Did we...?”
 
“God no! No, we, uh....”
 
There wasn’t much he could say to consolidate either of them. The defensive slip left him before he had much of a chance to defend himself and his dignity, and the tense silence drew out for a moment as his lips moved but no words left them, his eyes stared dumfoundedly at the back of the other’s knotted hair. “We were so drunk last night we stumbled to the closest motel and passed out...naked.”
 
It had been really humid and uncomfortable....
 
Who am I kidding? That’s the most bullshit excuse I’ve ever heard.His palms found his eyes as he dragged his hands down his forehead, Kaido working to soothe the mirroring urge to throw up. Unfortunately unlike his new friend, he didn’t have the floor next to him, and he doubted throwing up all over the Primera Espada was the best way to make a first impression.
 
Not like this was any better.
 
It wasn’t the fact he’d woken up naked in bed with somebody that had startled him. Hi-to was comfortable enough with his sexuality to know he was incredibly unlikely to sleep with a random man, but to know he’d been caught with his pants down with what was supposed to be the enemy, and spooning him was the worst karmatic punishment he’d ever received. And that the other had thrown up at the mere thought of what had transpired irked him. Hollows weren’t supposed to have morals, but the thought of sleeping with him was able to leave a dent in the other’s conscience?

They probably don’t think it’s ethical to fuck their food. Except we didn’t even-
 
"I told you I couldn’t drink tequila.”He didn’t even have the stomach to finish his line of thought, and instead ineloquently blurted out the first thing that popped into his mind. He couldn’t find it in himself to completely blame the other, but he had been very insistent on staying away from the liquid golden substance. His jumbled thoughts could vaguely remember somebody saying ‘It looks like that liquid luck stuff from Harry Potter’ and his response being ‘What’s Harry  Po-‘before his head was being tipped back and he was drinking it, or rather, choking on it. It had all gone downhill shortly after that, and other than the odd embarrassing flashback, he couldn’t remember a thing.
 
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The fiery headed man was defensive. Too defensive. The Primera Espada fought back the urge to glare at his room mate for the obvious wrong that he had just done, as if looking at the man would confirm in surest steel that this was happening and he wasn't ready to do that just yet, he still needed time to collect himself before he saw the situation as a horrible twist of reality. But then what did he currently see it as? Fantasy? But he was here, he wasn't dreaming nor was he hallucinating. Oh god he'd already done it, he had just etched the situation into the stone slab of his memory. It was real now. There was no denying it. His expression devolved into painful frustration as he mentally cursed himself into oblivion. But even for all of his defensiveness Kohara still couldn't come up with an explanation, at least, not one that Erasmus thought was believable; there was just no way that they had happened to drink together and had just happened to go back to the same motel and had just happened to have the same damn room and had just so happened to strip naked and fall asleep next to each other! He wanted to believe it, he really really did, but it was just so absurd that it felt wrong to take it as fact.
 
Oh dear god.
 
What would Aya do if she knew that he might have slept with a Shinigami? A male and a Captain no less. What would she do to Kohara? What would she do to him? And Rania, how in the world would she react?! She was incredibly unstable as it was. And Xiaobei?! His own daughter? Would she be ashamed that her father had lay with a member of the race that hunted her kind like wild beasts? Would she feel betrayed? Or would her still developing and simple mind get confused and wish to see the man that had garnered her fathers "affection?" No. None of that was acceptable. He would not allow any of that to be so.
 
"I- I don't know about you..." He piped up, somehow finding the courage to try and take control of a bad situation in order to sort everything out. Finally he turned his gaze -though reluctantly- to look at Kohara, even if he refused to look the man in the eye, he simply replicated that strength by focusing on the space between the Shinigami's pupils every time he felt brave enough to look anywhere but the space around Kohara, clutching the bed sheets tightly around his body.
 
"But I don't want to live my life from now on wondering 'what if?' I want to know whether we-" The words refused to leave his throat, he just didn't want to say it. "I want to know what happened last night. If there is the smallest chance that I can confirm that we didn't- That nothing we didn't want to happen happened, then I want to know."

"There's bound to be some, um, clues around here somewhere. We need to figure out where we went and what we did last night. Retrace our steps, I guess." With a sudden burst of determination he shifted and poked his legs out from under the sheets, hanging them over the edge of the bed. He placed his weight onto his feet, the carpet soft and soothing beneath his toes as he made the first few motions that would lead him to stand up straight. But then the sheets shifted, revealing a little more of his rear-end than he would have liked. He could still stand up, but that would require taking the sheets with him and exposing Kohara. He could also leave the sheets and not have to look at Kohara, but expose himself. He wanted to do neither.

"M-Maybe you should go first..." He flushed as he retracted his legs back under the blanket and turned his field of view so far from Kohara that all he could see was the wall.

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He felt like such a pathetic little whelp, he had no idea why he was acting the way he was since he was perfectly comfortable with his sexuality... Kind of. He had had hundreds of years to get things straight in his head and during those hundreds of years he had never interacted with another man in any romantic fashion, so he was straight, right? But then again, he really didn't see a problem with men, it wasn't like he abhorred the idea of getting close to another man in the same fashion he would a woman, it had just.... Never occurred to him to pursue such a relationship with a man. The deeper his thoughts went the harder it was for him to pull himself back out of the rabbit hole, he had even begun to think back on all of the friendships he had had with other men, the most prominent being Kenshou Ine. Kenshou was a rather plain looking man, but it wasn't like he was bad looking. Had he experienced any such thoughts with Kenshou? He couldn't remember, but his retrospective began to uncover possibilities that he didn't know existed. For example, the only people that he had referred to as his Shield siblings were Hikari and Kenshou and Artix and Hikari had once been attracted to each other. Was the concept of a Shield-Brother just a front for Artix's true feelings towards his best friend? 

In a moment of hysterical desperation everything contained within Erasmus' mind was wiped blank and replaced with a single question.

"What the fuck am I thinking?!"

Was he so weak willed that a single unlucky situation could make him question everything he had ever understood about himself? He needed to prove that he hadn't been shaken, that his conviction hadn't been weakened. Much like his previous endeavor, Erasmus' courage blazed like the flame of a bonfire as he turned to face the room once again, his gaze determined and steeled once more as he shot his legs out from under the sheets and pressed them against the floor, pushing with his legs until he was standing. He forced himself not to pay any attention to the sheets that fell around him, sliding from his body like the retreating cascade of a waterfall. He had abandoned the vulnerable expression that he had adorned previously, now wearing a look of sheer seriousness as he too analysed the room around him. There was a small kitchen area next to what he assumed was the front door of the room, the counter separating the kitchen from the bedroom was laden with a huge tray of sausage rolls, a tray that seemed way too fancy to belong to the seedy motel they had chosen as their temporary place of residence. The plate shone with elaborately decorated edges and a huge hallmark on it's surface that he could see between the sausage rolls, meanwhile the walls of the motel were cracked and stained. Definitely not a match. Had they been elsewhere during the night? Perhaps a place with a buffet that they had stolen the rolls from?

The Primera turned his head to the right, looking straight ahead now at the mutually naked form of the man whom he assumed to be at least a third seat in the Gotei, perhaps even a lieutenant, his reiatsu was just too strong to be anything but. He had been standing beside the bin for quite some time, so evidently he had found something that could help them piece everything together. Trying his hardest not to glance down at the Shinigami's buns Erasmus approached, his feet padding across the carpet before he boldly laid a hand upon his companions shoulder.

"What did you find?" He asked in a decidedly authoritative tone, glancing over Hi-To's shoulder at what he had first assumed to be some kind of suspicious seal-lock bag. But he was horribly mistaken. He didn't know much about the finer workings of the human world, but one night with Celeste had taught him everything he needed to know about the raunchier side of things so he was able -though not pleased- to identify the object as something called a condom, a device that humans used to prevent things like sexual diseases or pregnancy and Erasmus was pretty sure than neither of them could get pregnant. He stared at the slimy rubbery little thing, weighed down by the load it carried within and his confidence wavered slightly.

"That-" He forced the confidence back, his voice only slightly betraying him. "That proves nothing." He said, nervously patting Hi-To's shoulder as he turned away from the evidence, though he immediately picked up the bed covers again and wrapped them around himself. There had to be more evidence somewhere. He turned his head to the left, his eyes meeting nothing but the poorly maintained wall of the motel room and the bedside table, upon which were a number of things that struck Erasmus as being rather strange as they were all bunched together. Multiple spoons, exactly three syringes, two lighters and a two belts. One of the needles still had something in it, though Erasmus' knowledge of such things was limited. From what he had learned from Celeste, this was the kind of set up somebody used for "Getting High" as she put it.

"You have any idea about these things?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of them as he gestured towards the bedside table, hoping to receive Hi-To's input on the matter. With any luck he would be able to shed a little more light on the subject, perhaps even identify what they were used for, though Erasmus had a sneaking suspicion. 

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It was hard (no pun intended) to ignore the sound of rustling sheets, the brush of cloth as it touched his calf on its way to the dirty carpet. Hi-to knew that his new friend had stood up, finally comfortable in his state of public nudity, but despite the fact he’d seen enough junk as a medical specialist over the centuries to last a thousand life spans he just couldn’t bring himself to glance behind him. The evidence he was blearily staring at was hard enough to digest; to turn around and see where that evidence possibly came from would make him sick.

He was so intent on ignoring the body behind him that he flinched the second a strong, calloused hand found its way to his shoulder, raising goose bumps along his arms and chest. He shouldn’t have been to surprised, considering only a few hours ago it was likely those hands had been everywhere but his shoulders, and in places a lot more sensitive in nature. The thought made Hi-to cough, the urge to gag and go seek solace in the bathroom returning with a vengeance. It wasn’t that his Espada friend was unattractive. If anything, he was incredibly so in his own endearing way, just a tad closer to the enemy side for Hi-to’s liking.

If there was a condom it was only because he’d been the one using it. Being capable of curing even AIDS and HIV saw to it that if he ever had been on the receiving end…

Oh god.

“It means I’m not pregnant at least.” Hi-to replied numbly, voice dead with no traces of humour under the layers of defeat. Luckily the sight of it seemed to deter the Espada at least, for a moment later he released Hi-to’s shoulder from his grasp in favour of the sheets he was ever so fond of. Hi-to wished the man would wrap his shoulders, his torso- anything to hide that horrid tattoo that mocked him every time he glanced it within his peripheral vision.

He was so intent of staring at the condom like a traumatized war veteran that he flinched again as Erasmus called out to him, blinking rapidly as his eyes dried and threatened to water. Slowly Hi-to stood, golden eyes still drawn to the offending latex like a car crash before he turned to the man with slow, sluggish movements. The syringes on the floor peeked up at them almost innocently, one still oozing liquid from the tip as he bent to inspect it.

They’d pretty much just spent the night acting like rockstars.

“Heroin. It’s a depressant drug that affects the brain’s pleasure systems and interferes with the brain’s ability to perceive pain.” He offered blankly, eyeing the belts upon the floor in a new light. It was so unlike him that it couldn’t have been true, and drugs and alcohol were things that shouldn’t have been able to affect him. It wasn’t the first time Hisui had somehow given him a gigai that wasn’t fully functional as a vessel, and the contempt he felt for the scientist right then made the anger boil in the pit of his stomach.

But he couldn’t blame her this time, not really. He had no one but himself to blame, and nobody to cry about it to in his time of need. He was going to have to be a man about it and suck it up.

They were both thinking it; he just had to be the one to say it.

”Um, I…” Was he really going to say this? It was only tradition that enemies tell each other their names in the face of combat and impending death, and somehow, this was just as dire.

“My name is Kohara Hi-to, Captain of the Sixth Division of the Gotei Rokutai. And I’m pretty sure we just injected drugs and spent the night getting to know each other beneath the sheets.”

But it took Hi-to a moment to realise that half way through his pathetic admittance, there was 3. There was 3 syringes and one was still half full, and no, they weren’t alone in whatever had transpired.

“And someone else too, apparently.”

It truly was a shame that suicide was the shameful way out. It had never sounded so appealing.

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It wasn't funny. Kohara's quip about pregnancy- Sure they could see the evidence all around them but there was no need to give the act a voice, no need to even try and joke about something like this. Perhaps he was trying to lighten the mood, but that deadpan tone just made everything so much worse, so much more morbid. Admittedly Erasmus' confidence was a little struck that Hi-To considered the act of mating with him so abhorrent, but then again he was experiencing the exact same revulsion so he couldn't exactly call his feelings justified. It was all made even more unbrearable when Hi-To joined him at the bed side table to examine it's load of needles and belts, the urge to look in the direction of the Shinigami, even to just glance down. To see what kind of tools he had worked with because of his own horrific curiosity

No, that kind of temptation was too much for a mortal soul to handle. Without another word Erasmus unfolded the sheets from around himself, allowing himself only the needed amount of fabric to cover his own exposed genitals and threw the rest of the heavy blanket over Hi-To's shoulders. The Primera didn't dare do anything further, just made sure that the sheets blocked Erasmus line of vision from the Shinigami's.... Member. They were now linked by the coarse yellowed sheets that they had both awoken under, each of them wrapped in the folds like insects caught in the web of a spider.

"I don't know much about the drugs humans use." Erasmus began through crimson cheeks and tied tongue. "But if what you're saying is true then that means those belts are-" The crack of a whip snapped through Erasmus mind and he visibly shuddered at the thought of either Hi-To or himself reveling in the pleasure of pain together. His hand slowly slid down his own body, his fingers curling around the curve of his rear-end to inspect for damage but as far as he could see there was nothing abnormal about his rump, no stinging sensation, no marks or scars of blood. Did that mean that he was the one that had subjected Hi-To to the lashings? Now that he thought about it, would there not be evidence of.... Insertion, too? Erasmus was incredibly unfamiliar with the rituals of such intimate male to male bonding, but if Kohara had been receiving then surely he was feeling something down there, surely there was evidence. 

And if there wasn't then that meant that perhaps neither of them had done anything together! Maybe it was all one big misunderstanding, and as Hi-To had said, there may have been another person, maybe it was that person that had been receiving all of the attention!

"Good to meet you, Kohara." The Hollow Man muttered sheepishly as the reality of what he was about to say sank in. It was terrible, unthinkable, but it was the only way to be sure. "I'm Erasmus, Primera Espada, and what I'm about to say next might... it might make you uncomfortable, lord knows that it doesn't sit easy with me. If I could think of any other way to get a definitive answer to all of our questions then believe me I'd do it in a heartbeat, but with those syringes, than rubber thing, and these belts? There's only one way to know."

Suddenly uncertain of his own course in life Erasmus turned to face his comrade, holding the sheets close to his body as if they would protect him from the absurdity of his request. He could see the suspicion in Kohara's eyes, could feel the unease welling up inside of his own chest. He closed his eyes and steeled himself, breathing in a huge gust of air. 

1... 2... 

He counted in his mind.

3!

"I need to see your rectum!"

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The cringe that came across Hi-to’s features was so sharp he was surprised the motion didn’t crack his face, body instinctually flinching away as something was thrown over him. Smothering him. The sheets that glided across his exposed body were still warm with Erasmus’s body heat, flushing his cheeks until they were as bright as his hair. It was ironic that the man cared so much for their dignity, as if the scattered needles and belts weren’t already enough to convict them of their sins.

Even his light hearted jokes lost their value under the weight of that cold, dead stare, and Hi-to cleared his throat as he averted his gaze elsewhere. And yet everywhere his eyes wandered they could only find more and more items of emotional blackmail. A broken chair here, a questionably stained patch of carpet there, and in the end the only place he could stare without feeling the bile rise fresh at the back of his throat was the smooth skin of Erasmus’s shoulder.

He hoped the other man didn’t find it weird.

But then said man was turning and Hi-to’s eyes caught his. The Arrancar looked distraught; the belts laid out before them insisted a pain greater than any Zanpakuto could deal. And yet Hi-to himself felt fine, knew his body to be free of any questionable marks, and the mystery still rung fresh in his mind’s eye. If any of these things did transpire, then surely it wasn’t him, surely it was-

He hated the tone of voice Erasmus took on. It was too careful, too guarded in its attempt to keep him calm, the way men did when talking to their girlfriends after a particularly hard argument. The man did everything but hold his hand and tell him everything was okay, but Hi-to knew he wasn’t doing it to be patronizing.

”Fuck, just say it already!” The tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife, and although he only wanted the awkward moment to be over, Hi-to immediately regretted his choice when the next words spilled forth from Erasmus’s lips.

”I...” His throat suddenly felt dry, palms sweaty and skin alive with goose flesh. The instinctual reaction to ask the Primera to repeat himself was just barely caught on the top of his pierced tongue, if only to give the man the opportunity to rephrase himself. To ask him anything else. ”I beg your fucking pardon?” The words were hissed like acid and the sheets pulled around him further, only to be thrown back once he realised there was only so much he could take without uncovering Erasmus also.

”Are you serious? You want to see my-“

But one look and he knew that Erasmus was dead serious. As a heart attack.

”....fine.”

It was humiliating, it was embarrassing, and it made him feel like the lowest Shinigami on earth (and that way saying something). And yet regardless there was a reason behind the madness, and wine colored hair spilled across the threadbare mattress as he bent over, hoping that will alone would be enough to shatter the walls that encaged them. As a qualified doctor he knew there really was no way for them to tell without having to get down to the nitty gritty, and yet...


“Just, be gentle alright? Just in case.”

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That was the reaction Erasmus had expected, one of denial, disgust and confusion, it could also be said that some part of him hoped that Kohara reacted in that way so that the mystery would forever remain a mystery. After all, what if it was all true? What if the heinous acts performed beneath those sheets were more than just worried imaginings? What if the stains on the mattress were off their own bodily juices? What if the broken furniture scattered about the room was the result of their own passionate exploration of each others bodies with no cares for the world around them, both men enraptured by the pleasures that the other had to offer? A stirring beneath the sheets worried Erasmus, an already bulging mass in his crotch region thickening and growing, the light fabrics of the sheets betraying his desire to keep such things secret. By then Kohara had found his point of interest on Erasmus' shoulder, he wouldn't notice the growing rod behind the veil, but even as Kohara stared at the nape of his neck Erasmus was aware and it was unraveling everything that he thought he knew about himself. Somehow, knowing that Kohara's eyes were fixed upon a part of his body made it harder to control.

Averting his gaze in shame Erasmus found a smudge in the carpet and decided that he would anchor his sight to it until the awkwardness passed. Weathering Kohara's almost incoherent questions as if they were insults flung at him, sharp razors flying past his skin. But one word shocked him, one word filled him with a relief that Kohara understood what needed to be done if they wanted any concrete proof of last nights events. Relief, and was that even a little hope shining through? An eagerness in the agreement that they had reached? 

Bright emerald eyes returned to the amber rings that surrounded a pit of pitch blackness and a thankful warmth washed over The Primera's face, though he was careful to divert it into a stern look of grim determination. He wasn't supposed to be looking forward to what he was about to do, he wasn't supposed to be stiff at the thought of what he was about to see. He wasn't supposed to. But, though he couldn't admit it, he was. 

Every movement that Kohara made on his way to the mattress just made things worse, from the falling of the sheets, to the arch of his back as he pressed his torso down against the mattress, the way his legs were spread apart, his entire body waiting for Erasmus to inspect him.

"Just don't look!" The Primera commanded, some of his power returning to him in his desperation, but it was ruined by the smaller and more timid continuation. "It'd be weird." Perhaps Erasmus stood for just a few seconds too long, maybe his gaze was held until it reached the realms of discomfort, but he regained his composure and reached out a hand, his fingers pressing into the warm meat of Kohara's behind. At least he couldn't find any evidence of a whipping, that was a good sign.

"No marks." He confirmed. When the other hand, fingers calloused by war and turmoil, reached Kohara's skin all of the forces keeping the sheets around Erasmus' body vanished and the fabrics fell to the ground in a little circle around his feet, exposing everything. The rapid rise and fall of his chest, the worried sweat on his stomach and the smooth twitching girth. In one gentle motion he separated Kohara's cheeks and inspected the point of entry.

"I can't tell yet. You don't feel anything?" He questioned, as if he'd receive answers that would save him from his fate. "No stinging sensation, no pain, it doesn't feel loose? Nothing?" With a sigh he brushed the perspiration from his brow. 

"Sorry, I'm just nervous. You ready?"

With a large gulp Erasmus pressed his index finger lightly against the opening, applying minute degrees of pressure, prolonging the inevitable in his uncertainty, his excited fear and his morbid fascination.

Eventually the walls gave way and Erasmus had entered another man.

"I can't feel anything." He reported, wiggling the finger around like a snake wriggles it's way along the grass. Face redder than a beetroot. "There's nothing to suggest that we did or didn't-"

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