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They had searched every island by this point. Thoroughly? Honestly Hinata didn't know or blame them if they'd missed the smallest detail that would have given even a semblance of a hint. Everyone was in a panic, all desperate not to get blown up via Komaeda's sudden out of pocket schemes that morning. Hinata slid down the side of the non-operational tank at the military base, legs sore and out of breath from running around looking for Komaeda and less so the bombs, everyone knew if there was anyone who could find the man responsible it would be Hinata. Funny enough that unspoken fact didn't upset him, no, what upset him was how strange Komaeda had been acting in the last few days.
It had started right after he appeared out of thin air in the fun house. All the praise and smiles Hinata had seen thrown his way, gone. Even the sheer amount of times Komaeda would speak his name, 'Hinata-kun', it was as if he forgot it all together. More importantly, the contradictory words he'd spit at Hinata only to be followed up by the man questioning himself and why he still cared for the brunet. He even brushed Hinata off and told him to spend time with the others, not a single 'I'm not worthy of your time' or 'I'm trash' quip from him. Hinata didn't buy this sudden personality change and it only made him infuriated. He was also confused, yes, but was done running circles trying to understand Komaeda. With a heavy sigh, his mind began to imagine what it would be like if Komaeda vanished, died and left him without his closest friend on the island. Until a muffled scream interrupted his spiral.
Hinata knew that it couldn't be a coincidence, there was no one else searching the military base with him. Wide-eyed with worry he had shot up from his position on the asphalt and bolted to the warehouse. Hinata could have sworn he sat long enough to feel rested, but his breath was gone again and heart beating faster than earlier.
"Komaeda?! Are you okay?!" Hinata asked, voice loud and strained.
He had questioned his well being. Komaeda was the one who set up bombs, and he was instinctually worried for his safety first and foremost.
The handle fought against him at first, failing to open with a casual turn. Impatient and angry he used every ounce of strength to throw open the door, he had planned to kick it down next, anything to get him in the building. The backsides of two Monokuma standees flew to the far sides of the room from how fast the industrial door was swung open. The other cardboard cutouts behind it were untouched, still standing upright from where they were placed, but Hinata didn't care. He sprint past it all with eyes glued to the one place in the room Komaeda could be, ignoring the random MP3 player flashing an empty battery icon at him, only the curtain mattered. The fabric was gripped and thrown to the side with absolute abandon, the sight it revealed induced panic in both men.
Komaeda was there on the floor of the warehouse, ankles and left wrist roped to the point any movement without the price of pain was out of the question. A knife was feebly raised above his right leg, Hinata's focus quickly went from the knife to Komaeda's face, both victim to unreasonable amounts of shock and panic as displayed on their faces. Through the white mess of hair and duct tape muting him, Hinata could've sworn he saw hazy green eyes begging his friend to save him from his own mistake.
After witnessing a sharp nasally inhale and a weak "...Hmnta-knm?" leave Komaeda, Hinata knew what he had to do. He didn't get to finish his depressive spiral of what he would do if Komaeda disappeared and he wasn't about to find out.
Hinata snapped out of the heart breaking trance he found himself in and slid on his knees over to Komaeda where he took his wrist in his palm, other hand taking the knife from him with ease thanks to the long lasting shock of seeing Hinata. Next was the spear Hinata noticed much later than he'd like to admit, he leaned over Komaeda's face and took the weight from him with little force, the boy beneath him grunting like a child robbed of his favorite toy. The spear that hung above them both was slowly lowered down from the rafters and thrown far into the warehouse and away from the both of them, courtesy of Hinata. Komaeda just continued to watch him with a new growing annoyance in his look and tone. Hinata thinks he'd heard his name a few times, but was unsure since any audible noise the tied up boy made was still muffled from the tape, he decided it would stay that way for now.
The brightly colored pink that pooled below Komaeda's thigh began crawling towards Hinata's knee, causing him to quickly grab the knife he had in hand and cut a generous part of his iconic dress shirt off.
"Hold still."
Komaeda rolled his eyes at him and huffed before something else caught his gaze and he shut up quick.
Hinata knew his demand was meaningless since the boy was tied up anyway- he clearly knew that, but wasn't entirely confident in his wound dressing ability, trying his hardest to remember how Mikan taught him. Hinata thanked whatever god let him hear Komaeda's screams before he could stab himself more than twice and make his job harder than it needed to be. Tying the ends of his makeshift shirt turned bandage into a knot, he took the knife and reached for Komaeda's wrist and ankles, freeing him from the ropes that bound him. Hinata inhaled in preparation before carefully sliding his forearms under Komaeda's upper back and knees, lifting him off the ground and into his arms, he was lighter than expected. A whine with inquisitive shock left his captive as he was being carried until Hinata almost passed a small source of light, Komaeda wiggled and pointed at the upright lighter. With the tap of his foot the lighter had closed safely and Hinata gave the boy in his arms a disgusted glare, the complexity of this suicide set-up annoying him the more he found in this damned warehouse.
The blazing sunlight made the fool of the hour wince as he was carried out of the dark.
"I'm taking you to my cottage. You're explaining yourself. All of it."
Hinata had gained the boy's emotionless attention for a split second, but the brunet didn't care to look back at him. Komaeda had wondered if the others on the island would be an issue on their nice peaceful walk back to the hotel, as luck would have it they weren't. After his watchful eyes failed to find anyone they knew, Hinata made a quick point to mention that everyone had met back up and decided to double down their search on the fourth island, more space more bombs they had assumed.
A rough twist of the cottage door handle and the metal gave way resounding a strange extra click, the supposed lock working as infamously as usual, Hinata clicked his tongue. This new annoyed and aggressive Hinata had piqued Komaeda's interest- only to then be robbed of his comfortable position in his friend's arms and thrown with mild reckless abandon onto Hinata's bed. The loud slam of the cottage door drowned out the feeble click of a lock that came after had startled Komaeda out of the creaky bed springs and ruffle of the bed sheets that had filled his ears and obstructed his vision. He flipped his bangs out of his face and attempted to wave his arms outward and flatten the sheets so he could hear as well- only to crudely have the duct tape on his mouth ripped off before his wrists were pinned above his head, Hinata right above him with quite the serious expression.
"Ow-"
Hinata's open hand hitting the sheets next to his face snap him out of his light pain.
"The fuck is wrong with you? Everyone is looking everywhere for the so called 'bombs' you've planted and you're trying to fucking kill yourself?!" he yells at the man below him as his inner knees lightly dig into the sides of thighs.
"I don't see the problem here, honestly. At least my death would bring hope, but I don't expect a talentless reserve course student to understand my pla-"
A tanned hand swiftly comes up to his face to grab him by the cheeks and impair his speech, the contact making his tape inflamed skin burn a bit more.
"Shut the fuck up about 'talents' and the 'reserve course' for five damn minutes. This isn't about that."
Komaeda wonders where this Hinata has been during their time on the island, but before he can think about it more he lightly nods in understanding to Hinata's earlier demand.
"Tell me what you think killing yourself would have done- and don't say it's for hope. You've been acting off the last few days and I'm not going to buy the whole 'hope' reason. Tell me."
Hinata could feel his patience slipping so fast. He wanted answers, but he wasn't going to do so by injuring his friend, he let go of Komaeda's face gently and pinned his arm back where it was prior. Drawn out sighs give the brunet hope he'll get the answers he's looking for, until he witnesses the man rolling his eyes around aimlessly, looking everywhere but at Hinata.
The luckster dons one of his traditional fake smiles, "I had intricately planned a suicide that would have weeded out the traitor! Successfully saved us from this nightmare! Hinata-kun, my death would have been informational and heroic! A true stepping stone!"
He tries again.
"No. You know who the traitor is, you don't need to 'weed' them out. I know you're smarter than that." Komaeda flinches at the compliment, a strange stab of kindness in this tense atmosphere.
"Why would you set up a suicide and not a murder if you knew who the killer was? Why wouldn't you just tell me- hell, anybody? Stop lying and tell me the real reason."
Frail thin wrists were released as Hinata began to express care. Komaeda's eyes that had been pressed by furrow brows had finally relaxed, he supposed it was time Hinata knew the truth.
"You know, you're way too inquisitive for a mere reserve course student. And you think you have the right to yell at an ultimate for answers? Fine. I was hoping to kill everyone."
Komaeda held eye contact as he waited for the brunet to be taken aback, to yell and berate him in return- maybe even toss him out of his cottage, but he just kept listening.
"You would have all saw my suicide as a suicide and nothing more, acusing me when the real killer would have been the traitor. The traitor that would have thrown a poison laced fire grenade, triggering me to lose my grip on the spear and die, none of you would be wiser. Afterall, hope will always win over despair. My insufficient hope, against the remaining despair on this island."
If Hinata wasn't going to change his expression or response, Komaeda wasn't going to spend the effort to look at him, at least not his face. With a turn of his head he rested his hazy green eyes straight ahead, staring holes into Hinata's arm that was placed closer to his face than he realized.
"Instead my luck ruined my plans- you ruined my plans, destroyed everything I had set in motion to see my suicide through. My luck should have vouched wherever I needed- the cut-outs, the MP3 that would have let me die alone and unbothered, and now here you are. An agent of despair- a talentless reserve course student, I hate it all. I hate you."
The brunet watched Komaeda's face crumple in disgust with those last words, 'I hate you'. He had spoken with such certainty in his voice, but his eyes only faded into that pained longing expression. It was the same look he gave Hinata in the warehouse the moment he found Komaeda.
"Then why do you still care about me?" calmly, hushed.
"...What?" eyes opened to stare back up and meet Hinata's, like a deep secret was revealed.
"Then why do you still care about me?" louder.
"I...I don't know." he went back to averting his eyes, settling on Hinata's collarbone.
"You told me in the Grape House. You discovered something that told you I was talentless, something that tried to convince you to hate me- probably something that told you I'm despair, but you still care for me. Why?"
His hands slowly wrapped around his midsection, "...I don't know."
"You cared then and you still do now, if you didn't you wouldn't have looked so relieved when I found you in that warehouse. If you really wanted to commit suicide and frame all of us, why didn't you stop me?"
"I-"
Hinata thought back to his earlier question of what he'd do if Komaeda disappeared for good, it made him sick to his stomach now, "Have you ever fucking thought I'd miss you? Maybe just- even a little bit? That there was a solution that didn't involve you killing yourself? Because you may not want to continue living, but I want you to-"
Caring words were cut off abruptly by soft lips on his own, the collar of his ripped dress shirt firmly pulled down to hide Komaeda's own rose dusted cheeks. It didn't take Hinata long to kiss him back and with just as much force, allowing Komaeda to rest his head back on the bed before they parted.
"I didn't know how to tell you."
Hands that had rested on Hinata's shoulders slid up his neck and into his hair, "How could I possibly admit that someone like you- a talentless reserve course, had me nonchalantly wrapped around your finger like it was nothing."
Hinata gave into Komaeda's touch and let him bring his forehead down to meet his.
"My suicide would have allowed me to frame the entire class of despair representatives and give me the cheapest escape route from the suffocating feelings I have for you. Me? An ultimate? Falling in love with someone like you? It was painful finding the truth out, death sounded like a mercy in comparison to living with what I knew." fingers lightly dug into Hinata's hair, holding him there before the man could even think about leaving him.
Hinata raises brows at Komaeda in amusement and confusion before releasing a low laugh, "Komaeda, I don't know exactly what you found in that Final Dead Room, but I don't remember anything. None of us do! I didn't know I'm talentless, it was a weird hurdle to get over the fact I'm not- and it still is, but that doesn't change things right now. Fuck, I didn't even know I was despair, am I really?" his eyes look up to his head as if it'll give him answers, he shrugs, "I still don't know, but it shouldn't matter. Who says we can't change?"
He carefully drops his head above Komaeda's shoulder and worms his arms around his frail body to hug him.
"This messed up island trip could be a way to rewrite who we could have been. You know, a way to push forward with hope in mind just like you always say, right?"
The man had been stunned into wide-eyed silence. He was just lectured about the very thing he babbles on and on about, can't say he wasn't slightly peeved Hinata of all people made more sense than him. Komaeda felt a little one-upped...
Komaeda finally laughs, worrying Hinata for a moment before his laugh settles on a questionable smile that goes unseen, "You're right Hinata-kun! Onward with the future, so with that said..."
A strange sound of something falling to the floor added to his worries, but before Hinata could raise his head back up to inquisitively ask what he's going on about, Komaeda's injured leg slowly grazes the brunet's length causing a deep moan to rip from Hinata's thoat. A knee left in place to taunt where Komaeda could only guess where his head is, Hinata finally finds the strength to raise himself back onto his arms to give Komaeda the worst attempt at looking annoyed, he looked more flustered than anything.
"W-we were just talking about some dark topics, starting with y-you trying to commit suicide- AH" Komaeda playfully moves his knee back and forth, his socked foot flat on the bed comfortably, "a-are you sure about... this? You heard what I said right?"
Hands find their way back to Hinata's head again, ruffling the spikey looking hair that has dropped to his chest, kissing his head affectionately, "Hinata-kun, you just proved my reasons for attempting such a thing weren't even backed by logic let alone hope. I feel idiotic, truly. So I'm sorry, but now something new immediately interests me."
With a lick of his lips, Komaeda tilts his head to look and see if he'd accomplished anything, only to be rewarded with a very obvious bulge in Hinata's pants and strained moans from above. Curious, he lifts his knee off the bed, and slowly rubs it up and down Hinata's clothed dick.
"FUCK- Komaeda!"
Out of breath and harder than he'd like to admit, he finally noticed which leg Komaeda was using to rub him, the injured one. Hinata instantly thought to discipline him verbally but had a better idea. Moving his right leg into the space between, he reached out and grabbed the very hips he held hostage to pull Komaeda down and give him a taste of his own medicine. As he was about to moan out in absolute ecstasy after going untouched, Hinata captured Komaeda's open lips and slid his tongue in, swallowing every moan and immediately dominating the kiss. Both took their sweet lucious time exploring each other's mouths, wet smacks of lips and out of breath huffs echoed off the thin cottage walls. Emotional and heavy atmosphere from before be damned, the two of them succumbed to the burning need, only leaving each other for seconds of air when needed. Making out with Hinata was exactly what Komaeda expected and more, he tried to piece together how 'warm' could be a taste, how safety could be a feeling when you're pinned down and out of breath, he couldn't possibly get enough of this.
Hinata sat back on his heels and used his thumb to wipe the excess drool that strung between him and the exasperated luckster under him. He watched as Komaeda's eyes trailed up from the bottom of his abdomen to where his ripped shirt stopped, for the second time today. Hinata could easily tell he wanted to rip the rest of the damn shirt straight off from where he sat resting on his elbows, propped up to get a good view no doubt. The shirt didn't do his form justice, Hinata was by no means ripped, then again Komaeda didn't like the idea of anyone else getting to see this.
"Like what you see?" the brunet chuckled at the drool leaving Komaeda's gaping mouth.
"Could do without the sad excuse for a shirt and tie blocking my view." he sassed.
Hinata huffed, "Hey, I ripped this shirt to save your ass." before loosening his tie and throwing it behind his shoulder, along with what remains of his shirt.
Komaeda could feel his pants strain at the show above him, "Mmm, guess you'll need a new shirt. Don't think I'd be okay with you walking around in that crop top."
The idea of Komaeda being a possessive lover entertained Hinata more than he thought it could, "Could ditch the shirt and just wear the tie with no shirt."
He got quite the angry look in response, but Hinata just laughed it off and smiled at him.
"I'm joking, I'm joking, I don't think I could."
Hinata rubbed his thumbs into the sides of Komaeda's hips, hands lovingly caressing every surface of his skin as they made their way up to his chest. Dipping down to lock their lips together again, Hinata thumbed over the small nipples he felt under his palms, earning a new addictive moan out of Komaeda as their tongues danced. The albino was the one to break the kiss this time, panting before formulating words on his tongue that failed to leave him the first few times, Hinata waited.
"O- off. A-all of it, off." he tugged down at the waist of Hinata's pants, "I can't anymore. I need you now, Hinata-kun."
Hinata searched for any semblance of hesitation in Komaeda's face, only flushed pale skin and desperate eyes met his gaze.
"Are you really sure about this? I don't have condoms, Komaeda- AH."
All worries and hesitation was out the window as Komaeda slipped his hand down the front of Hinata's pants and wrapped his fingers around his dick. Hinata groaned as deft fingers slid up and down his length all while fighting to stay upright and not release all his weight onto Komaeda.
"We don't need them. I want all of you, and yes I am sure. I had plenty of time to think about this, trust me." his own pants had become suffocating, precum beginning to leak through the layers of fabric.
Komaeda retracted his hands from Hinata's dick and slipped his hands out of his pants, licking a stripe from the base of his palm to his middle finger, savoring the precum he managed to collect. The sly actions went straight to Hinata's dick, he couldn't wait any longer either.
"Alright, alright, I get it, give me a second. Hang onto me."
Doing what he was told, Komaeda happily wrapped his arms firmly around Hinata's neck and felt an arm embrace him from behind, lifting his upper half off the bed. Once again he was dragged and dropped back onto Hinata's bed but this time with his head comforted by a pillow. He watched as Hinata kneeled on the bed between his open legs shucking his briefs and pants down his thighs in one go. At that point he was so distracted by the sight of Hinata's erect dick that he didn't even realize he was fully naked in front of him. Hinata looked back to find Komaeda studying him, it was funny, he expected to be at least a little bit embarrassed but guessed it was because this was a long time coming really.
"Hey, you gonna undress yourself or you want me to do it? You seem a little busy, haha."
Komaeda looked confused at his question until he looked down and observed himself, Hinata swore his face grew a shade darker at the realization. Hinata pitied him and helped, taking his pants and briefs while being careful of his wounds. Komaeda helped as well, throwing his oversized shirt and beloved jacket onto the floor with the rest of their clothes. A squeak had escaped him when Hinata had turned him to his side to help him free his jacket, the embarrassment from making such a noise and for the sight before Hinata.
"Sorry, I forgot... and sorry I'm not exactly your ideal eye candy, Hinata-kun."
Now nude, his arms made a weak attempt at hiding his chest and stomach for a beat before Hinata ran his hands up his sides, slipping his tongue into his gaping mouth. Komaeda moaned into the familiar feeling of Hinata's mouth on his, tilting to give him all the access he needed. Frail hands flew to the mess of brown hair and neck above him. Hinata had ended the kiss with a resounding pop and moved over to Komaeda's neck, sucking on the skin and marking what was now his. Komaeda's erotic noises bounced off the cottage walls as Hinata left more marks on his neck and collarbone, the occasional rub of their hard ons earning melting moans from them both.
"Haaah...H-Hinata-kun! Please!" The crescents Komaeda's nails began to leave on Hinata's shoulder blades got deeper.
"There's nothing to apologize for, and if you weren't ideal I wouldn't be doing this with you." he left one more mark on his neck, kissing it before meeting Komaeda's half-lidded eyes, "No self deprecation, Nagito."
The usage of his given name went straight to his dick, making him cry out and begin whining at the significant lack of contact for relief.
"O-okay, I promise! Just- please, Hinata-kun! Fuck me!"
Desperate to finally feel Hinata inside him, he tried to get the point across by holding his knees to his chest as best he could. A quick look at the pink ring of muscle twitching at him and Hinata knew it wouldn't take long to prep him if at all. He reached over to the nightstand a pulled out a bottle of lube, flipping the cap open and pouring a bit on his index and middle, wiping most of it on Komaeda's hole. A high pitched whine escaped the boy at the cold gel, only to quickly turn into moans as Hinata slid both fingers in him like it was nothing and began slowly pumping in and out. The fingers had disappeared all the way to Hinata's knuckles without a single amount of effort. The hands that once held Komaeda's knees up, flew over to grip the sheets on his sides.
"You're really loose, Komaeda." Hinata wasn't that dumb, but he wanted to hear it.
"I-I told you I've had plenty of- AH t-time to think about this! Hnnata-kunn, pleaseee."
Hinata curled his fingers towards him as he pulled them out of Komaeda, a broken string of disappointed moans as they left him. Grabbing the bottle of lube to massage a bit onto his hard twitching dick, Hinata lined himself up to Komaeda's ass and slowly pushed in. Hinata let out a low groan as Komaeda's heat swallowed him inch by inch. The boy in his sheets was absolutely singing, moaning brokenly as he continued to suck Hinata in, the feeling of being filled by him like nothing he could have imagined. Hinata had stopped to adjust and make sure Komaeda was okay before bottoming out.
"Hah, hah, Hajime, more."
With that, Hinata pushed all the way in even faster, bottoming out in Komaeda gifted him a beautiful cry that echoed in the cabin. His dick enveloped in Komaeda's heat twitching inside at the fact he was the one who made Komaeda make these noises. The two sat there for a beat absorbing the moment until Komaeda began whining and tried to move his own hips. Hinata caught his breath enough to huff a small laugh before pulling out to his head and all the way back in, he could get drunk off the sounds Komaeda was making. Bit by bit he began to pick up the pace, shifting his grip on Komaeda from just above his hips and cautiously to the start of his thighs. Hinata could hear small whimpers of the word 'faster' in between moans, and faster he went. The sounds of skin slapping skin began, Hinata leaned into Komaeda, allowing him to grip his back for dear life as the bed frame shook with every deep thrust. Meaningless worry of others hearing them wasn't even a thought in either's mind, not even for a moment.
"Hnng, Komaeda. I'm close. L-Let me go."
"No! In-inside. Don't pull out. I want all of Hajime."
Komaeda feels himself draw blood from Hinata's back, the growing size of the dick inside him from those words alone had edged him even closer. Burying his head in Komaeda's neck he pounded into him hard a few more times and came inside him, the feeling of Hinata filling him with cum immediately making him follow suit and paint the small space between them white with cum. Hinata fell halfway on top of him, dick still securely inside Nagito as he waited till he was entirely spent, he didn't have the energy to sit back up anyway. A hand made its way slowly up Hinata's spine and into his hair, Komaeda holding him into his shoulder, other hand finding Hinata's to lace their fingers together. As their panting died down and both could breathe correctly, Komaeda craned his head down to kiss the top of Hinata's head.
"Hinata-kun?"
"Mhmm?"
"I love you, and I don't care if you're talentless."
"Mhmm, I love you too."