Seduction Time

**Spoiler Alert: This story takes place after episode 22 of the Assassination Classroom anime series. Reader discretion is advised**








I don’t know why I agree to do things like this, Nagisa Shiota thought as he stood at the front door of his marks residence, twirling the material of the skirt he wore in his fingers.

Like, I know what Korosensei said about utilizing all the talents you have when on the job, but come on…. this is just ridiculous.

The boy took a few deep breaths to try and calm his nerves, though he found doing so exceedingly difficult with the corset pressing hard against his ribs. He wondered why his female classmates felt the need to add such a thing in the first place when he was already so lean. The fact that it was tied on the OUTSIDE of his fiery orange and red getup betrayed that, more than likely, the restrictive garment was simply just for show.

But if that’s the case, did they really have to make the thing so tight?

He shuffled uncomfortably for the umpteenth time, partially because of his clothes but also partially because of his mission. Roughly two weeks before, he and his classmates had returned from a school trip in Okinawa. The trip was, admittedly, far less relaxing than any of them had hoped for, but looking back on it now, it did seem like a rather fun excursion in hindsight.

Well, at least it was while he and his class were planning the most elaborate scheme yet to kill their teacher: the inhuman, man-sized yellow octopus that could inexplicably move at a max speed of Mach 20.

But none of that worked…. even after all that meticulous planning and coordination. We were at the top of our game and he STILL beat us. And as if THAT wasn’t bad enough, the whole trip seemed to get worse and worse after that.

The culmination of this series of miseries, at least for Nagisa personally, was when he was forced to dress up as a girl in order to aid in the class’s assassination efforts. The whole affair couldn’t be over fast enough; between being hit on by other boys to being seen by almost every single one of his classmates, the utter humiliation he experienced during the whole darn thing made him want to crawl right into his bed and never come out again.

When the class finally resolved their crisis and returned home, however, Nagisa thought that would be the end of it. Though he really should have guessed that, with a teacher as inhumanly cunning and supportive of his education as Korosensei, letting such a… talent as unique as that slip by unnoticed was bound to be impossible. Sure enough, no sooner had they landed back on the big island of Japan and began to get back into their normal routines that Nagisa’s tentacled teacher sprung surprise assignment on him.

I still remember everything he told me. He said that being able to impersonate either gender is a rare skill that would serve me well as an assassin. He INSISTED that I hone my skills in the art of seduction. My face got so hot that I thought I might get heat stroke or something. Of course he wouldn’t have any of it when I tried to skirt around it. He just spouted some deep life lesson about the thing and pawned me off to the queen of seduction, Miss Jelavic, for some private lessons. I mean, I know she’s no stranger when it comes to the amount of seducing she had to do during her LONG career as an assassin, but it just feels a lot more… uncomfortable when the lessons apply directly to YOU. I don’t think I looked her in the face once over the past two weeks.

And now look at me: in a girl’s dress, standing outside the door of some psycho child predator with a mission to kill him. This is one hell of a final exam, I’ll say that much.

Before finally reaching out to ring the doorbell, the young assassin-in-training gave himself a slight confidence boost by stroking the small of his back. Hidden there, underneath the layers of frill and lace was a carefully concealed .38 caliber pocket pistol. It seemed a bit extreme, given that a blade could have worked just as effectively, but as he was standing right on the cusp of entering completely foreign territory, it was incredibly comforting to know that he was packing a bit more firepower than usual.

The feeling of the slight bulge on his back calmed his mind more than anything else. It was just enough for him to make his finger cross the terrifying few inches of empty space between him and the doorbell and give it a firm press. The ringing that followed reminded Nagisa of a church bell, tolling the doom of some poor soul. He tried his best to push that uncomfortable thought aside, but it still remained with him even as the door slowly creaked open.

A young man, no older than about 23 answered the door. The shock of deep indigo colored hair on the top of his head drew Nagisa’s eyes upwards almost immediately. At about a head taller than he was, the cross-dressing boy had to look at his mark from below. It was almost impossible not to look directly into the mark’s eyes: they were a two piercing voids of black, darker than the night sky during a new moon. The instant he looked into them, Nagisa felt a shiver run up and down his spine. Thankfully, he kept his cool well enough to hide it, at least he hoped.

“Oh, hey,” the mark said, looking the disguised boy up and down, an action that made the assassin’s skin crawl. “Are you Yaoi Lover thirty one?”

The blue haired teen’s voice squeaked as he gave his answer. He cringed in spite of himself, but kept on anyway, raising the pitch of his voice just like Ms. Jelavic had told him. “Ye… ahem… yes, yes I am. Are you Lady killer fourty four? ”

The young man gave a surprisingly friendly smile. “Yep, that’s me. Welcome, welcome. Hey, come on in and make yourself at home.”

The mark stepped outside just past Nagisa; enough to hold the door open to let the boy enter the house. The blue-eyed assassin, remembering carefully what his teachers had taught him, flashed the mark a warm smile before stepping past him and into the vestibule of the house. The mark followed just after, shutting the door behind him.

The purple haired young man walked up the single step that separated the main floor of the house from ground level as Nagisa was taking off his shoes. The floor felt absolutely freezing to the boy through the nearly transparent stockings he wore, but he tried not to let the discomfort show on his face. Instead, he tried to focus on his mark, mentally taking note of everything he did; from the way he carried himself to the way he moved.

“It’s very nice to meet you, madam…” The young man, waiting with his hands folded in front of his waist, trailed off as he waited for his guest to chime in with a name. The use of the word “madam”, along with the fact that he was still taking in all his surroundings, caught the teenaged boy off guard.

In a slight panic, he answered perhaps a bit too truthfully. “uhhhh… my name is Nagisa.”

Oh shit.

“Nagisa huh?” The young man asked. After seemingly mulling the name over in his head, he smiled politely and reached out his hand, just as the disguised teen was about to step up into the main house.

“Very nice to meet you Nagisa. My name is Rin.”

The heat of the moment caught Nagisa unawares once again. He blushed furiously and, unable to think of what else to do, let Rin take his hand. The young man’s grip was delicate but firm, reminding the boy of the grip one would use to hold a baby bird or some other frail object. Thinking that made Nagisa avert his eyes out of sheer force of embarrassment.

He knew, tactically speaking, that doing so was a SERIOUSLY grave mistake, but the feeling to shy away was simply far too great for him to control. His mind clouded, and he felt unable to think clearly for a significant amount of time. The haze was so great that he didn’t even realize he had been led further into the house and was sitting on an opulent-looking western couch until he was already seated.

Nagisa had to blink away the miasma for a few seconds before his senses returned to him completely. He’d realized that not only was he sitting in a finely furnished den, but also that his mark had let go of his hand. But what got to him more was that his mark appeared to be staring at him expectantly, as if wanting an answer to an unheard question.

“uhhh, I’m sorry. What did you say?”

The target’s purple hair bounced lightly as he let out a small chuckle. His voice, when he spoke, was a warm, inviting baritone that wrapped Nagisa up far more securely than any chokehold.

“I said would you like anything to drink, miss Nagisa?”

Without thinking any further into the matter, the boy replied. “Oh, uh sure. Sure, that’d be great. Water is fine for me. Th-thanks.”

The sudden clap that Rin did to punctuate the assassin’s order made him flinch, in spite of himself. Thankfully, the other didn’t seem to notice it, or perhaps didn’t mind it.

“One water for the lovely lady, coming right up. I’ll be back in a flash.”

He turned to walk out of the room, pausing only to reaffirm Nagisa to make himself comfortable and to turn the TV on if he so wished. Eager for the distraction, the blue haired boy practically dove for the remote once his target had left the room. He fiddled with its buttons, shivering hands refusing to heed his commands. Finally, he pressed the right one, and the television came to life.

He drowned out in the picture and sound for a few moments in an effort to refocus himself. His heart refused to stop racing, but in time he was able to clear his head enough to at least think soundly on his mission once again.

Okay, you got off to a rocky start, but at least you’re in now. He doesn’t look like he suspects a thing, so you still have the element of surprise. Just take a deep breath and remember what Professor Bitch taught you. Just stay in control and make an opening. The second you do…. take him out.

Yeah, that’s the plan. I know this guy’s tricks; I’ve been studying him for weeks. It should be a cakewalk. I’ve gone toe to toe with professionals and come out on top. Something like this is nothing.

Repeating these lines like a mantra to himself did wonders for Nagisa’s mental state. The more often he said it, the more it seemed like he could ACTUALLY pull this mission off. It all boiled down to going through the motions and having appropriate timing. He leaned forward just a bit and ran his fingers over the lump in his clothes.

Yes. I can do this.

It was enough to stop the pounding in his chest from straining against his corset. With a plan in his head, he felt assured in his success. Even the arrival of Rin a few minutes later didn’t deter him as much as he thought. Once his mark placed the two drinks he carried down on the table in front of them and took a seat at the far end of the couch, Nagisa knew that the game was on.

The assassin waited patiently before laying on all the charms he had been taught. It was critical that he was sure that his target would be susceptible to such tricks, so he waited a good long time before he made the first move. It was only after the third commercial break that he even dared to scoot a little bit closer to his purple-haired host. But when that went well, he moved closer, then closer, and even CLOSER. By the time the credits rolled on this one show, he was nearly on top of his mark.

Of course, he knew striking now would be foolish. Nagisa had to wear down his opponent’s guard first with a few light teases before moving forward. He rubbed his feet together, careful in making them close enough to those of his mark so that they would brush up against one another. He knew that this would cause their eyes to meet, and when he turned he was proven correct.

But one thing he didn’t account for was that SMILE. It wasn’t that he was surprised by the action at all; in fact, he EXPECTED it. He knew it would be coming. What got to him more was how it made him FEEL. As soon as he met those deep pools of black, something in his chest felt like it melted. His muscles felt relaxed and wobbly, and when he realized what was happening, he blushed profusely.

Nagisa broke the gaze before it did any more damage to his mental state. He repeated the plan over in his head again, and decided to follow through with the next steps. Glancing sidelong at his prey, he made sure that the other man saw him fidget with the ruffles of his dress. Out of the corner of his eyes, the assassin saw his mark take the bait. Those black eyes looked his legs up and down a few times before a small grin broke out on his face.

Again, Nagisa was hit with a pang of some strange feeling. He heaved a sigh in spite of himself, and felt his heart rate start to quicken again. He started to panic for a moment, but it was all over quickly when his mark returned his attention back to the television screen.

What the hell is wrong with me? If I don’t get it together soon, I’ll screw up big time. And this guy won’t be as forgiving as Korosensei is if I fail.

Finally, he decided to pull out the big guns. Steeling his resolve and focusing his mind to a razor sharp point, he let his hips shift from underneath him. His head fit perfectly in the crux between the target’s shoulder and neck. With the hand that wasn’t pressing into that of his marks, Nagisa reached over and gently caresses the young man’s shoulder with his fingertips.

It was a textbook cuddle, one that would have made any self-respecting seductress or seducer proud. Every single movement the assassin made to achieve it was flawless. His mark even responded accordingly with the expected action; he tilted his head to the side and rested it on top of Nagisa’s.

The seduction was going perfectly, but something felt WRONG. During his practices of this move, Nagisa felt nothing the whole time, and thus was able to think clearly about what he would do next. But now was…. different. As soon as his arm came in contact with Rin’s, it seemed to turn to mush, and the gentle caressing fingers twitched and shanked as shivers ran up and down Nagisa’s body. The young man’s body temperature was decidedly…alluring. There was a certain security to it that didn’t make any sense. Being this close to his target should have made him jittery with adrenaline, but it just didn’t. In fact, it did more than just calm his nerves: it wiped them out completely.

Nagisa felt locked in place, the damned melty feeling in his chest holding him there and not allowing him to move. It was like, in a way, he didn’t WANT to move. He felt so safe and comfortable in that spot that he felt like he didn’t want to be anywhere else on the planet, which was absolutely ludicrous when he thought about it.

I don’t get it, what’s going on here? Why do I feel this way all of a sudden? Nobody mentioned any of this in training.

Shit shit shit…what am I going to do now?

As if in answer to his question, the target broke the cuddle and shifted away. Just as Nagisa was righting his body and breathing a sigh of relief, he saw a dark shadow appear over him. Rin, gently grabbing Nagisa by the shoulders, turn him so that the two were facing one another. The action off-balanced the blue haired boy, forcing him to brace himself with his hands behind him.

The two boy’s eyes met. Nagisa noticed deep in the void that there was a glimmer of hunger dredged up from the deep. Much to his surprise, however, he didn’t fear it in the slightest. In fact, it made him feel totally and completely calm… and open, exposed. He was just sinking into this feeling when the young man reached around and pulled on the silk ribbon holding the cross-dressing boy’s corset together.

Suddenly, the tight bulge in the small of his back slackened and slid down towards his rear. He felt the grip of the small pistol peek out from the edge of the corset, though it held its position when the receiver of the weapon didn’t fit through the hole.

It was then that the memory of Nagisa’s training finally kicked in. This was it; the moment Jelavic had trained him to wait for. His target was completely unguarded and was moving in, off balanced and unaware of any danger that could be lurking in his midst. Now was the time to strike.

All he had to do was inch his hand back and wiggle the gun free. Once it was in his hand, his target was as good as dead. Nagisa let Rin get closer and closer before starting to reach for the gun. The shadow of the young man’s face almost completely enveloped him. His lips, soft and supple, were only inches away. This was it. Now was the time.

Nagisa stopped inching backwards and let his eyes close. The kiss, when it finally came, caused that melty feeling in his chest to come on in full force. For a few precious seconds, it felt like he couldn’t breathe. His eyes fluttered, matching the pace of his hastening heart. Every muscle in his body relaxed at once, causing him to sink further into the couch cushions. Rin was right on top of him the whole time, their kiss never broken for an instant until he was fully straddling his vulnerable date.

Rin began by running his hands up the disguised boy’s lean body. He started at the waist, moved up over the corset and around to the armpits. There, cloth made way for smooth, pale skin. The warm touch of the older boy on Nagisa’s arms made the blue-eyed boy shiver with delight. There was firmness to his pressure, but it was clear he wasn’t putting his full weight into it, as it never hurt even once.

Once Rin had gotten to the wrists he slowed up considerably. He let his kiss grow more intense as he leaned forward more, abutting his chest with his guest’s. His hand creeped upwards into the palm of the other’s, and before long, both boys’ hands were interwoven. Nagisa realized only then that this was perhaps an omen of things to come.

Right away, he felt his target’s tongue grow exceedingly aggressive. It snaked out of the young man’s mouth and probed his own with reckless abandon. It seemed to touch everything; teeth, cheeks, tongue, and leave behind a taste that was incredibly foreign to the inexperienced assassin boy. Saliva mixed with saliva, churning between the two youths, as they remained locked with one another. Nagisa, out of his conscious control, let out a frail moan directly into the mouth of the other boy. This must have pleased him, since he broke the kiss an instant to smile right on his lips before continuing the onslaught again.

The blue haired boy finally started panting through his nose as he opened his eyes for the first time since the kiss began. Instantly, he was met with the eyes of his lover; they gazed into his, piercing him and seeing into his very soul. A look like this would have terrified Nagisa on any other occasion, but something in him told him it was okay and to let his guard down even more. Like a doll, or ball of putty, he offered no resistance, and let the other’s gaze probe him just as viciously as his tongue was. It’s like he was staring right into Nagisa’s heart, and all the boy could do in response was blush a shade of red as fiery as his clothes.

The kissing seemed to last an eternity, exactly how long Nagisa couldn’t be sure. His head was swimmy and his sense of time was distorted beyond all hope. In fact, he could barely find the strength to move, sufficing only to heave his chest up and down, as he lied sprawled out on the couch. He didn’t even follow Rin with his eyes; he just stared straight up at the ceiling, eyes fixed but shifting wildly in and out of focus with his drumming heartbeat. When the weight of the young man left the boys legs he adjusted them, shifting his stocking covered feet into a more comfortable position.

They didn’t stay there for long, however. A moment after Rin had gotten off his legs, Nagisa felt a touch down by an ankle. Once again, the sensation was like a lightning bolt that shocked the assassin into submission. He didn’t fight back as his leg was straightened out, and left to dangle off the arm of the couch. Once it was, the feeling of Rin’s hands shifted down the ankle: lines tracing in the skin and sheer fabric down onto the top of his foot and around the other side. Nagisa felt one hand lightly wrap around his foot at the arch, while the other made it’s way up and over his slender, well trimmed toes. As the young man came down the other side, he laced his fingers in between every toe and squeezed gently. The sudden response sent a tingle up the boy’s entire leg and caused him to let out a feeble yelp of alarm.

The feeling down by his toes gave Nagisa just enough energy to tilt his head down towards his mark. The black irises, set inside the frame of deep purple hair, gazed back at him, cackling with satisfaction. The assassin could only manage to gaze on with dream-like interest as the fingers of the other boy loosened their grip and fell out of sight behind his foot.

Soon after they had, the man’s face followed suit. All Nagisa could see from his position was a halo of purple surrounding his feet, though he cared little about what he saw once he felt what the young man was doing. Something large and wet dragged from the base of the assassin’s heel: it went up the outside edge his arch, around his ball, and up to his middle two toes. It was only when he heard the sound of smacking lips that he realized that the young man had licked his stocking clad foot.

Nagisa’s knee jerk reaction was to gag, but he was so paralyzed by the enjoyable feeling of it that he kept his reservations to himself. The long, slimy trail quickly cooled, giving the boy an uncomfortable sensation that made him scrunch and flex his toes. The squishiness made him wince, but when he saw his mark shift from behind his foot, he noticed that the clearly foot-obsessed young man was more than pleased with the turn of events. Rin chuckled softly, but didn’t utter a word as he leaned back in and pressed his face into the supple, pale flesh and sheer fabric. Once the young man disappeared from sight, Nagisa steeled himself, scrunching his face in preparation for another unusual display of affection.

However, another lick didn’t come. Instead, the blue haired boy felt a soothing breeze pass between his toes. For a brief instant, it felt somewhat delightful: not unlike a cool sea breeze at a beach or in a grassy field during the summertime. However, no wind touched any other part of his body, and it was this curious disconnect that made him realize exactly what it was he was feeling down there.

Oh god… he can’t seriously be... can he?

He peeked an eye open that he only just noticed was squeezed shut. Down by his toes, the webs of fabric that filled in the gaps between them reverberated as if blown by the wind. But the sight of Rin’s face so close to them only cemented the fact that this breeze wasn’t anything natural. Nagisa could only scrunch his toes uncomfortably, and in doing so rub his target’s face with the gentle touch of his digits. Truth be told, while all rational parts of his mind recoiled at this strange display, Nagisa couldn’t shake the fact that somehow, deep down in the pit of his soul, he liked it.

The moan that vibrated his foot down to the bones made the blue haired boy blush a bright red. It felt just like an electric massager pulsing on his foot for a brief instant, and it was exceedingly delightful even in spite of its source. The sound of Rin’s voice as well… that familiar, comfortable feeling that came with it washed over the boy again. For some strange reason, he wanted to hear it again, and feel that pleasant vibration rock his foot once more.

So Nagisa moved his toes once more, carefully and gently. He scrunched and flex, even strumming each one across his mark’s face. After a while, the feeling of his toes dancing across the young man’s face grew on the assassin, so much so that he got even more into it. Eventually he was wiggling the things in place, tapping various points across the eyes and cheeks of the young man below him. This was met by a series of giggles, which threw Nagisa so much for a loop that he didn’t even notice when the soft whiffs turned into deep, panting gasps.

The whole thing was starting to illicit a response in the rest of Nagisa’s body. Soon he was panting as well, sinking into the sensations on his soles so much that he actually started to moan a little. As if that was some sort of code, Rin seemed to immediately change tactics; he brought his face back slightly and once again licked a clammy trail from heel to toe. The owner of the foot, however, didn’t mind anymore. His head was so cloudy with blissful sensitivity that none of his reservations seemed to matter anymore. His whole leg, from his rump to his ankle relaxed totally. Every time Rin’s tongue came closer and closer to the toes, they splayed apart, stretching open almost automatically as if to leave space so that it could enter. And enter it did, many MANY times into each toe gap. In seemingly no time, Nagisa’s toes were wet with enough spit to audibly squish each time he scrunched them.
The young man spoke then, “You like the feel of my spit in your toes, huh Nagisa?”

The young killer didn’t quite know how to react, but his body seemed to answer for him with a small, sheepish nod. That brought a smile to his mark’s face, one that made Nagisa’s head swim.

“Well, I guess I should be sure to give them extra attention then, shouldn’t I?”

His eyes then broke from Nagisa’s and moved back down to the toes in front of him. The black eyed young man enveloped the entirety of the pinkie and ring toes in his mouth. The humid, sopping interior made every muscle in Nagisa’s body spasm with pleasure. He had barely recovered when he felt the distinct feeling of a firm, flexible muscle working its way around the toes, causing him to cry out in spite of his better judgment.

Rin’s tongue expertly moved around the young boy’s toes. The sensitive skin of each toe webbing allowed him to feel every bit of it; the tongue going under the small arches, in-between the gaps, over the tops and even around and slightly under the nails. It took everything Nagisa had to prevent himself from ripping out chunks of the couch with his clenched hands. He reared his head back, panting through his mouth as his mark popped the next toe into his mouth and let the pinkie one free.

Each new toe he suckled seemed to be more sensitive than the last. Nagisa was breathing so erratically that a small line of spit coursed down the corner of his mouth. His eyes, fluttering uncontrollably, stared directly at the ceiling for what seemed like a very long time. A joyful buzzing sensation seemed to resound though his lower tummy. In a haze, he felt his scrotum tighten, and in turn his uncut penis slowly began to swell.

In the dark reaches of his mind, the rational part of him shouted in alarm. As the frills and lace slowly became tighter on his lower regions, the realization that his cover would soon be blown became more and more clear. On the one hand, he was absolutely terrified.

But on the other, he couldn’t care less.

The growth of his boyhood was steady and gradual, at least until his target got to his big toe. This one, apparently, required some special attention. Every toe left the young man’s mouth, a sensation that got Nagisa to stop panting and look down at what was going on. When he did, his eyes met his target’s, and like vice grips, they held his gaze firmly in place. He couldn’t look away, no matter how badly he wanted to. More effectively than any sort of physical persuasion, Nagisa was forced to look on as the man named Rin carefully, almost teasingly, ran his lips over the big toe and slid it into his mouth.

But even when it was in, he didn’t look away. The intense, hungry gaze of the foot fetishist held Nagisa’s even longer, making him watch as the young man bobbed his head up and down whilst sucking on the plump digit. While the sensation alone was out of this world, watching it play out sent Nagisa’s mind into a tailspin. The movements of this young man were so smooth, as if the spit that he was transferring onto the boy’s foot had lubricated them. Even if the gaze didn’t keep him firmly pinned to the action, Nagisa doubted he’d be able to turn away from this regardless.

His foot twitched wildly with each bob. The spasms ran like waves up his leg and fed the buzzing in his lower tummy. The added sight of what the young man was doing caused the boy’s body to react, almost violently. His hips bucked upwards a number of times; the frills of the skirt falling away and exposing the underwear he had been wearing underneath. It was only then that the true result of all this attention became visible.

When Rin suddenly stopped bobbing, it was like a wake up call for the young assassin. His head cleared in a flash, and as soon as he took in the incredibly compromising position he was in, his hands flew down to his skirt. He covered his stiff boyhood as best he could, but even as he did it, he knew his goose was cooked.

Damn it! I’m totally screwed! Dammit, dammit, dammit…

He squinted his eyes shut, hoping against all hope that this was just some terrible nightmare that he would soon wake up from. Then, out of nowhere, a thought came to him.

The gun.

If he could find it, he could still possibly salvage this assassination… and escape with his life. He reached backwards, but felt nothing behind him. He swiped his hand back and forth, sweeping for the sensation of cold steel, but came up empty.

Where the hell….dammit! Did it fall between the couch cushions? Where is it?!

Before he could reach his hand into the crevice, his purple haired mark climbed over the arm of the couch. Bracing his arms on either side of Nagisa’s hips, he studied the boy’s crotch like dumbfounded cat. The exposed assassin froze in place, paralyzed with fear and red in the face with embarrassment. His mind raced, but he had no idea how to proceed.

When Rin flipped up the skirt once more and exposed his guest’s boyhood, Nagisa knew it was all over. He scrunched his eyes closed, mentally apologizing to all his teachers and classmates for failing them. There was clearly no way out now, no matter how he tried to spin it. The evidence of his lie was right there, standing tall in the breeze and pitching a tent in his underwear.

He didn’t know what would come next, but he prayed that whatever it was would be over quick.

However, instead of feeling a cold steel blade being plunged into his chest, or a pair of strong hands wrap tightly around his throat, Nagisa felt the pressure on his penis suddenly release.

He dared to open his eyes just enough to see, and what he saw made him nearly choke on his own saliva. Rin had grabbed the edge of the boy’s underwear and was in the process of pulling them down his legs. When the soft cotton undergarments finally rounded his ankle and were free, they were casually tossed onto the floor in a heap.

Before he could even react, his mark bent over and brought his face close to the blue haired boy’s crotch. Then, looking up from below his brows, the young man proceeded to wrap his lips gingerly around the boy’s glans. The spasm that resulted from this sent shivers all through Nagisa’s pelvis and caused the boy to stiffen his manhood, involuntarily squirting a dollop of precum into the other lad’s mouth.

Nagisa flushed red once again, but that didn’t stop his target from pushing forward. Further and further he slid down the boy’s shaft. Body-rocking pulses quaked him to the bone, while pleasurable tingles tickled his balls both inside and out. It made the assassin cry out in blissful agony, filling his senses with a pleasure he had never experienced before. He pitifully tried to tell the young man to stop, but even as he said it, he knew that they both didn’t want that to happen. Nagisa, especially, wanted this moment to last forever.

But just when he didn’t think the sensations couldn’t get more intense, they did one hundred fold. As soon as he took in every centimeter of girth that Nagisa had to offer, Rin caught him off guard once more by doing something unexpected. An eager, slimy tongue coiled itself around the sensitive, swollen rod. Then it began to drag; first uncoiling itself one way and rewrapping itself in the other. The young man did this a number of times, each successive wrap around inching higher and higher up the shaft.

Nagisa was seeing stars. A stuttered moan left his lips, which only got louder when he felt the pink muscle reach his tip. Quick pulses shook his dick from the inside, and squirted even more pre out of his plump pink head. The boy’s toes scrunched, and his hands squeezed the upholstery even tighter than before. He felt a swell begin in his lower tummy, and quickly begin to rise up from the depths. The feeling coursed through the series of passageways in the boy’s insides, pushing further and further up until it reached daylight.

However, just before the feeling rose too high, it stopped. Nagisa, only now realizing that his eyes were squeezed shut, looked down at his mark. He had retreated off his guest’s dick and was sitting up on his knees. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a lean swimmer’s body. Not a hair appeared to be anywhere on his torso, save for a well managed tuft under either arm. They disappeared when he lowered his arms, and began fiddling with the fly of his pants.

When it was open, he didn’t pull them off completely. Instead, the young man opted to roll the waist of his pants down under his butt, stopping just above his knees. The loose green boxer shorts he wore left a lot to the imagination, though even they couldn’t hide the impressive erection that started to peek out of the slot. A single adjustment later and the whole unit was out in the open: a bulging pink head dripping with pre, which almost completely coated the stretched out foreskin and taught shaft below. His scrotum, hidden slightly by the underwear and amid a small patch of pubic hair, was buttery smooth.

Nagisa couldn’t pull his eyes away. It didn’t make sense to him: not only was the young man a psycho and a target for assassination, but he was also… a man. It didn’t seem right that he was so…attracted to him. But as Rin leaned forward, and his skin came right up against Nagisa’s, the assassin found that all he could do was shiver feebly and gasp for air like a dying fish.

Something about his body…about ALL of this, made Nagisa feel like he was drowning. He simply couldn’t get enough air, no matter how deeply he breathed. The air around him was hot and humid, but even then he knew that this wasn’t because he was rebreathing his exhalations. The young man’s body heat seemed to suck all the freshness out of the air, replacing it with something heavier. The thick stink of musk and sweat turned the air around them into syrup, which seemed to churn slowly rather then flow.

When Rin was finally fully on top of the boy, it was like every gulp of air was a mouthful of molasses. Not only was his body heat oppressive, but also every exhalation of the young man went straight into Nagisa’s agape mouth, suffocating him even further. He felt hot and sticky in his dress, even in spite of the fact that there wasn’t much to it. He wanted to strip the whole thing off entirely, but he only got as far as the straps on his shoulders before his target stopped him with a firm hand.

“Nuh uh my sweet… you don’t get the luxury of being nude.” The purple haired predator seemed to have the eyes of a viper; Nagisa was petrified, hypnotized by that stare like a mouse that was fast becoming a meal. “You wanted to wear that dress for me so bad, then you have to KEEP it on. Besides, I think it makes you look… cute.”

Rin’s soft giggle reverberated through Nagisa like the horn of a freight train. He had barely recovered when he was once again overtaken by a powerful kiss. But this time, the target was even more ravenous. Nagisa felt like his mouth was being devoured more then being passionately kissed. He tried to push the other away, raising his hands to the other’s bare chest and heaving as much as his rubbery muscles would allow, but it was about as effective as pushing against a brick wall. The boy’s hands simply slid right off, collecting a glaze of warm sweat as they dragged across the smooth skin. The mark simply laughed through his nose and continued the assault.

I…..I can’t get away….I….what do I do…..

Right as Nagisa’s eyes began to flutter closed under the intensity of the attack, they shot wide open again, as a new sensation was brought to his attention. He felt a quick prod down by his rump, just between his two ass cheeks. It was gone just as suddenly as it had arrived, but it wasn’t long before it came back. Even under the attack, with his mind swimming in murky water, Nagisa knew EXACTLY what was going on. When the next prod failed to find its mark, Rin shifted his legs into a better startling position, bringing his hips up higher and making them parallel with Nagisa’s underneath. Without breaking the kiss for an instant, he inched forward again.

And this time, Nagisa squealed like a piglet. The fleshy, engorged head of Rin’s rock hard manhood came right into contact with the boy’s tight, virgin hole. The young man, who had closed his eyes during the previous thrusts, suddenly opened them wide. Nagisa felt a grin grow slowly on his lips, matching the derisive look that projected itself through the two inescapable black voids. The young assassin had fought some of the most skilled killers in the entire world, and even as he was tossed around like a ragdoll and beaten to a bloody pulp, never once did he feel more powerless than he did right at that moment. He had lost control of the more then ever, and his target was not about to let the opening he made here go unmolested.

Carefully, gradually, his thickness was thrust inside.

Nagisa felt like he was being split in half. He desperately commanded his muscles to clench hard to stop the penetration, but everything seemed to be conspiring against him. Not only did his muscles relax even further, his own boyhood responded to the intrusion by spitting out dribbles of pre-ejaculate right onto his penetrator’s pelvis.

The laughing look only seemed to grow more taunting. Deeper and deeper reaches of Nagisa’s bowels were pushed aside by the foreign rod. He felt like he was being impaled more then penetrated; it was unclear exactly how long the young man was, but as more and more of his girth was thrust inside, Nagisa had to wonder if he would stop before he pierced the walls of his stomach. Panic-stricken and suffering agonizing pain, the young assassin could think of nothing more to do than let hot tears well up in his eyes and gradually trickle down his cheeks. The short, stuttering moans that left his lips didn’t even sound satisfyingly loud to his ears, probably because they were gobbled up by the voracious, suckling lips of his much older lover.

Finally, the young man seemed to reach his limit. Nagisa’s cheeks felt the smooth skin of the other male’s pelvis, as the brush of pubic hair tickled the skin around his hole. The mark seemed to just wait there, suspended in time as he most likely savored the feeling of the cross dresser’s constricting hole. These few moments felt like an eternity to him. All he could think about was how badly he wanted this thickness to be out of him.

And then his wish was granted. The bulging cock slowly began to retreat, leaving his bowels with an uncomfortable, empty void. Nagisa sighed as more and more of it left him, relieved that the pressure was finally lifting. But of course he knew that this wouldn’t be the end of it, not by a long shot. Rather then let himself relax fully, like he wanted, he braced himself for the pounding to come.

The prestigious girth did not fully leave the young assassin’s bowels, as predicted. Rin stopped just before the lower edge of his glans peeked out of his victim’s puckered rectum. After stopping for an instant to adjust his stance, he thrust back in violently. Nagisa’s entire body rocked with the force, and he screamed into the mouth of his mark. A devious giggle was the only reply, along with another savage thrust.

After that, it was a never ending barrage intense pounding. Loud smacks resounded through the house as pelvic skin met with plump asscheeks. Moans propagated by the two boys: one of psychotic, devious pleasure and the other of debilitating, helpless suffering. The intense stench of putrid sweat hung heavily in the room, muscling out all other smells and exerting its existence as strongly as the young man was with the assassin boy.

In spite of the fact that he wanted nothing more than for this whole thing to be over, Nagisa’s body seemed adamant about betraying him at nearly every turn. The incessant humping made his penis harder and harder with each motion. The skin of the boy’s pecker was stretched as tight as spandex, his glans as plump as a cherry but nearly purple with the strain. Precum drizzled out of the slit like a leaky faucet, drenching the frills of the dress underneath and smearing head with a thin, glistening glaze. Below the column-like shaft, the scrotum hung tight to the boy’s pelvis. A churning sensation began to fester in them, helped along by the rocking of his body and becoming more intense with each passing second. In time, the strain became too much, and in an effort to mitigate the humiliation and pain, Nagisa focused on the sensations in his sex organs.

He felt his entire lower body begin to reach a precipice. A steady pressure began to build, higher and higher until it couldn’t build anymore. He had to squeeze his eyes shut under the immense tension, as his balls seemed to twist in their sack and fire off an amazing amount of sperm. The explosive feeling quickly traveled through the boy’s lower body, shooting up through his rod and to his head like the bullet in the barrel of a gun.

Then finally, just like a firearm, he blasted out a mighty discharge.

Stringy, gooey strands of warm cum shot with such force through the air that the first few landed directly on the connected chins of the two males. Feeling that must have clued the young man in to what was transpiring beneath him, since he quickly broke the kiss and leaned back just as the second and third waves of come came streaming up from Nagisa’s loins. These shots hit just under the boy’s right eye, and onto the corner of his gasping mouth.

The subsequent shots lost power considerably. The best of them were only able to reach his chin and neck, until they gradually petered out and coated lower and lower portions of his body. Finally, only dribbles of ejaculate came out of Nagisa’s head, dribbles that were quickly flung away as the rough thrusting continued. Intense post-orgasm sensitivity made the blue haired assassin cry out in agony as he continued to be reamed.

He opened his eyes, and saw the face of his mark hover him like a midnight cloud. There was a primal hunger in his face that didn’t seem satisfied in the least, not until it was sated by filling up the cross dresser’s virgin hole with so much man-juice. His thrusts became even harder than before, becoming so bad that it felt like he would break Nagisa’s body long before he ever came.

The heightened sensitivity and carnivorous look from his target snapped the assassin’s mind back to reality. He had a job to do, and if he didn’t do it soon, he doubted he would ever have the opportunity again. The young man was wide open, vulnerable to a strike that would surely cost him his life.

But Nagisa’s weapon was still nowhere to be found. Under the constant movement and mind-numbing pain of being rammed, it was surely impossible that he would find the pistol he had tucked behind him. His mind raced with other options; he had to think, and quickly if he was ever going to get this done. The thrusts came harder and harder. Nagisa gasped as joints began to pop in his back from the incredible magnitude of the slams. He was in a far too compromising position, and with his pelvis firmly locked in his enemy’s grip, there was no hope of going anywhere.

I…can’t….I… don’t… have… any… options… How… How… do… I?

An idea manifested inside the boy’s head. Instantly, he was in full control of his body again, and his head was cleared of the fog that had once strangled it. He knew exactly what he was doing, and was in total control of the situation. The answer now seemed so obvious: a solution as clear as day, with a means of execution that couldn’t have been simpler.

With a casual, practiced ease Nagisa reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a glass. In a single efficient movement he smashed the drinkware onto the edge of the table and, with the now jagged edge, plunged it deep into his target’s neck.

The young man’s eyes bulged as the strike connected. His hips stopped moving and his upper body twisted in response to the blow, slamming into the couch and writhing in alarm as he feel on top of his attacker. His arms flung to the site of his new wound, constricting it as he struggled to figure out how to close it up. It gave Nagisa just the opening he needed. Letting go of the glass and leaving it plunged deep into his target’s neck, he grabbed both of the man’s writs tightly and bent them sideways. As he did, he ducked to the side and flipped the target over onto his back, swapping places with him on the couch and keeping his writs locked to vet any sort of retaliatory attack.

With his target incapacitated and quickly bleeding out, Nagisa simply held his position until all movement ceased. He never broke eye contact with his mark as the life was slowly being drained from him. There was no anger, no fear, and no desperation on his face at all. All that was there was a cool, calculated bloodlust.

A bloodlust worthy of a true assassin.

Once Nagisa confirmed that his target had expired, he got himself up and did his best to compose himself. He was disheveled, half-naked and coated in a mixture of blood and cum.

Jeez, this isn’t good. How the hell am I going to show my face back at school looking like this? Karma’s gonna have a field day with me, for sure.

He heaved a beleaguered sigh as he grabbed his underwear up off the floor and put them on. As he did, he felt his pistol release from it’s housing in his corset and drop to the ground. Once he retrieved it, he tried fixing his dress as much as he could and tried to wipe the juices off his body with his hands. When he wiped his face, he smeared it and some blood across his cheeks, causing him to roll his eyes and give up on the whole thing entirely. He left the room without even a passing glance at the body he left in his wake.

Upon returning to the vestibule, he collected his shoes. He put them on at a leisurely pace and then opened the door, returning once again to the coolness of the night outside.