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Saitama wasn't bad at his job, he just didn't like it. He never wanted this lifestyle, but he needed the money more desperately than he needed his dignity. So he worked hard, until his body was sore and his hands were covered in blisters from the pole. The stress eventually took a toll on his body and he became prematurely bald. Still with a bit of flexing and some swinging of the hips, all eyes were focused where they were suppose to be; on his hot and sweaty body.

He circled the pole slowly, each step calculated, the clicking of his heels muffled by the club music. He shivered as the cold pole touched his skin, still better than a sweaty pole he figured. Speeding up his walk, the clicking getting louder with it each step, he took a daring leap. He spun with one hand on the pole, his other out flared out at the crowd, with legs kicked open. He did this a couple times, twisting and turning his body this way and that way. His brow started gathering sweat, and strong arms were starting to burn with familiarity as he finally came to a stop in a smooth split. As the crowd hollered in approval he pulled himself back up, the sliver pole sliding vertically up his front. Once he was a good foot above the ground he let got with both legs wrapped around the pole, hamstrings straining in effort to stay in place. He hung upside down, chest and muscular upper body exposed. He stayed like that a few moments, eyes squinting under the light hitting his face directly. He hoped pointlessly that his head wasn’t so shiny under the glare.

Hands going down to touch the cold floor, and balancing himself as the upside world around him turned to its side as he lowered himself, using his upper body to keep him from falling. He uncurled his legs from the pole and laid on his bare back, legs kicked up in the air, skin and leather heels shining under the bright stage light. As the music came to its end he lowered his legs, heels clicking as he planted them firmly in the ground, hips lifting off the stage. When the final beats of the music played, his hips thrusted lewdly upwards, his hands caressing his sides, mouth open in soundless pleasure.

Once the first song came to a finish he rolled on to all fours, shimmying up to a standing position with his hands on his hips. He strutted down the stage, bored expression set in a sultry smirk. He has to fight off a grimace threatening to appear when an excited patron's fingertip skimmed his leg. (Could they not? Thanks.) Men and women whistled, waving and throwing what was going to potentially become part of his grocery money. He needed to buy more milk since he just finished the last carton too. When he reached the edge of the stage he let out a small sigh. Here comes the worst part he thought as he dropped to his knees. Instantly people reached out for him.

He hated this the most, their hands slithering on him, the forced contact with strangers, foreign skin rubbing against his bare skin. Still it was worth it for the crisp bills being thrown on stage and slipping into his undergarments, although the he could do without the tedious process of taking them out later. Out of the his eye he saw one of the other dancers, Sonic, pulling someone backstage. When the song got slower he began crawling backwards, hands dragging like claws across the floor, ass up. He gave a practiced gasp as he pressed his palms against his chest, nails scraping across his nipples, down to his stomach, finally teasing around his toned tights.

The song finished and his expression lost its smirk and his bored expression came back, lips folding down into a small frown. Panting slightly from the fast paced movements, the dancer got up without a word, ignoring the folded bill's edges poking his warm skin and went to hide from wondering eyes. A large man blocked his path suddenly.

"Hello." The man had a solemn expression

"Yo." 

"My employer is interested in your body-"

"I don't swing that way."

"Ah my employer means he wants to hire you to our establishment." The gorilla man spoke in clip words, almost robotically and handed Saitama a small black card with the words: House of Evolution was written hot pink boldly. 

Saitama made no move to grab it.

"Not interested. Bye."

He slipped right pass the baffled business man causally. Just when he was going to reach the door to backstage King, the club's "strongest" bouncer, blocked his path. He looked up to the man, eyebrow raised in silent question.

"Saitama, you're up for a private lap dance." King explained awkwardly.

"I'd rather not." He said bluntly.

"Sorry man everyone else is busy and Rider is out sick." King fidgeted under the intensely annoyed glare Saitama was giving him until Saitama relented, sighing heavily in defeat. It wasn't like he could beat King up for doing his job anyway.

"Fine, what room?"

"Suite 5, blonde male, 20th birthday, 5 minutes." He groaned obnoxiously. He just wanted to go home, was that too much to ask for?At least King kept his answer short before he scurried back to wherever he came from.

He found the suite quickly enough. The guy looked uncomfortable - that made the two of them - by how stiffly he sat, back rod straight in the plush chair. His blond hair was combed neatly and Saitama absently noticed he wasn't bad looking for a dude. He seemed lost in thought when Saitama walked in, startling a bit bit when the dancer cleared his throat.

"I hope they told you the rules birthday boy." Saitama was really hoping they did, he didn't want to be here longer than he absolutely had to. His expression was set in an uninterested look, not really getting into character just yet.

"Yeah. They told me about the strict regulations and standards of the club. How I am not allowed to put my hands on the any of the dancers any time, ask for explicit sexual favors within the club perm-"

"Good less for me to explain." Saitama cut in smoothly, if not a bit testily. This guy talked too much and he was stuck with him until he did his five minute lap dance. He started the timer, putting on a fast track, this room had the club's music muffled by the thick walls, making the sound of his red stilettos noticeable as he swaggered to the sitting man with his chin held high.

The first thing he noticed on the stern looking expression were the stranger's eyes, they seemed too stoic for someone so young looking. He left his face an inch apart from the guys face, his warm breath tickling his chin. When he was this close to the man he could smell smoke and leather on him. Neither said anything for a while before Saitama made an effort- more out of obligation than anything else.

"This your first time?" He asked trying to make his tone as pleasant as possible. It was kinda hard for him when he was basically sitting in the man's lap and rubbing up against him impersonal, but sexually. At first he thought the guy wasn't going to respond, which would have been God given perfect really, but then blondie gave a small, clip, and slightly hesitant nod.

"This isn't my type of place." He sounded exhausted and a bit on edge. Saitama was really bonding with this customer. "N-no offense to you sir!" Saitama couldn't tell if he was blushing with the red hue that bathed the room. He really hated the club lights sometimes.

He raised a thin eyebrow, well this wasn't something he expected. Especially the "sir" hurriedly added at the end. Saitama flipped himself so instead of being back to chest he was facing the man once more. He put both his arms beside the blonde's head, caging him and forcing his attention on the body pressed flushed against him. The man let out a small gasp, eyes dilating as Saitama leaned closer. With his lips right above the birthday boy's ear he let out a humorless chuckle.

"Guess that makes the both of us." He whispered honestly.

Before the blonde could ask what that meant the dancer rose off the chair, twirling to walk back to the door swaying his hips side to side teasingly, he felt a pair of eyes on his ass. He peeked sideways to see the guy disheveled appearance, wide open eyes staring, and mouth gaping in awe.

"W-wait what's your name?"

"It's Saitama and oh, happy birthday man."

Once he was out of sight his smirk dropped and his posture became hunched. He looked forward to go home afterwards. Though he supposed that lap dance could have been much more unpleasant. He wondered briefly if it had been wise to give his real name to a customer, he'd probably never see the man again so he figured it didn't matter, shrugging the event off.

***

Never must have meant daily now because that guy had been coming repeatedly for some time now. At first he didn't even notice until one of the other dancers, with the stage name Pri-Pri Prisoner, pointed it out to him. Since then, he always saw the guy at the club with the exceptions of Wednesdays and Fridays. He didn't know what kept the guy coming back when he wasn't even old enough to drink actual alcohol, always slipping on a Coke, stony face and eyes narrowed. (Saitama never thought anyone could look that serious sipping from a silly pink straw.) Why would a guy come if he wasn't having a good time? Whatever, as long as he was a paying customer he couldn't complain. (He even made it a silly game similar to spotting Waldo just to keep himself entertained.)

Then one day he just stopped coming as abruptly as he had started appearing. Saitama didn't know why he noticed his absence, it's not like he remembered the faces of other regulars, but he noticed the missing blonde for some reason. There was no one he really could really ask without getting funny looks - or any useful information - so he kept on dancing, pushing blondie to the back of his mind. The rest of the week went by with no sighting of the young man. By the second week he was just a ghost wondering lost in Saitama's head, unimportant and easily forgotten like the rest.

He had wrapped one hand around the pole with a stiletto on each side, and pelvis thrusting in it's direction as his lidded eyes wondered over the crowd below. He wondered how much longer he'd have to keep doing this, the room was a bit too chilly for his liking. Then as he was mid thrust his hand slipped. As he was falling, he twisted his body to the side, his ankle hooking around the pole. Letting momentum take control his body twirled once around the pole. He dropped dramatically to the floor, cursing under his breath at the painful way his knees smashed against floor and the awkward angle his arm wrapped around the pole behind him. Still he kept the pose, making it look like it was all part of the act. He kept his eyes on the guy the whole time. That was surprising, he hadn't messed up his dancing in over two years. He rose from the position once his song finished, giving a small wave to the crowd before calmly walking off stage. He was in the process of removing his red fingerless gloves, which he used to get a better grip on the poles as well as for custom purposes, when King called his name.

"Saitama you've gotten requested."

"Requested?" He had creeping suspensions who requested him. "Let me guess. Early twenties, blondie, and serious looking dude?"

King looked up from his clipboard surprised. "U-uh yeah. How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess." He shrugged. King looked skeptical, but just shrugged his shoulders as well. "Besides if he turns out to be creepy I'll just knock him out with one punch."

"Well he's waiting for you in Suite 3. And please don't kill the customer, we don't need to avoid another lawsuit."

"In my defense that almost lawsuit got you your job."

"It's n-not like that was how I wanted to get it!" Kinds shoulders slumped. "You should be the bouncer."

"Nah I don't have an intimidating vibe like you do King. I'd also get more lawsuits than anything." He joked nudging the man's chest. King just muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Someone save me." before shuffling away back to his post.

The suite was an expensive room for private shows only. This was his was first time getting requested and already he felt something off. The room was bigger than the last suite they meet, that vase over there was definitely worth more than he made in a month, but just like the last room there were no windows. Those ridiculous clubs lights were there too.

"Thought this wasn't your kind of place." That was his only greeting before he set the timer and started the music. He was kinda of ticked off, but he didn't know why. It's not like he had friends with him. He didn't even know the dude's name.

"It isn't."

God that guy's calm voice was getting on his nerves. Saitama started grinding his teeth in rhythm with the tempo his hips were grinding against the pole.

"Funny considering you've been showing up quite a bit up until recently." He gritted out.

The man's serious composure finally cracked a bit at his observation, a sheepish look taking place. Finally. It wasn't fair he was the only one feeling exposed.

"I've been meaning to talk to you." That was not the answer he was expecting.

"Huh, what for?" It had been over a span of two weeks since the guy came and he never made any attempt to even come near him, let alone talk to him. "If it's for hiring me for a party then you just gotta call the club for that dude."

"Uh, no it's something a bit more, um, personal." At Saitama raised an eyebrow as the other man continued. "Outside of business hours for-"

"No." The answer was automatic, a gag reflex really. "I don't do favors kid." Saitama's tone was still calm, but firm.

In the last three years he worked here he never fully sold his body. He needed money, but he didn't need it that bad. The guys eyes widen in realization as he finally catch up to what he meant.

"That's not-t what I meant actually!" The man stuttered, hands flying out in protest. Saitama could tell he was blushing furiously even under the club lights. "I mean an actual dinner date. As in eating." He made frantic eating motions with his hands as if it would strengthen his case.

There was a pause as Saitama's brain processed, body momentarily stopping its dancing.

"Still not interested." Saitama dead panned. He had just gotten the guy out of head and now he just shows up randomly to ask him out on a date, after requesting him. He didn't know whether he rather have the guy ask him for sex, it was less complicated than dating after all. This pretty boy sure had a lot of guts though.

The timer went off, surprising them both.

"Welp that's all the time you have." He hoped down, ready to leave and put this whole event behind him.

"I really mean no ill intention. Only one date." The blond pleaded. Saitama opened his mouth to reject him again. "I'll pay for everything. No expense to you." And promptly shut it at those magic words. There was a another pause in which Saitama weighted the pros and cons on going a date with a complete stranger who he met at a strip club, who could possibly be serial killer for all he knew. Or worse, some creepy pervert.

"...Only dinner right?"

The blonde nodded eagerly as Saitama looked him up and down, sizing up the maniac. He looked so damn earnest too. Saitama sighed in exasperation, already feeling emotionally exhausted from just talking to the other guy. He could only imagine passing out by going on a date with him.

"What time?"

***

He bit the inside of his cheek in nervously, feeling so out of place in such a fancy joint. It was the type of place you'd take some pretty chick to, not some old bald stripper. He felt the weighted gazes of the diners on his bare skin, like the people knew he was an outsider, that he didn't belong here. It really felt like they knew what he did for a living which was insane and impossible, but still that feeling of alienation crept up on him without his consent. He almost sighed in relief when the waitress guided them to their table. Once they were seated an uncomfortable silence stiffed the air, making their shoulders hunched and throats tight. A few minutes passed before Saitama couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere any longer.

"Sooo you're like twenty, right Genos?" God this sounded painful to his own ears, even saying the guy's name felt weird on his tongue. He tried desperately to find something more to say. It had been a while since he been on an awkward first date, it had been a while since he dated period. "U-uh does that mean you're still going to school right?"

"Yes, I'm in the second year of attending HA university."

"Oh that place is close by. I've passed the campus going to the supermarket sometimes." He nodded to himself in approval. "Nice place." After all that supermarket had the best sales in the area.

"Yes it is a outstanding school." Genos commented shoulders squaring up more. "Second year there for cybernetics."

"That's really cool." And Saitama meant it. "Do you live on campus or in a near by apartment?" He picked a small shrimp with his fork before popping into his watering mouth. He came here for the food after all.

"I share a dorm with a roommate." The blonde grimaced. "He isn't a very pleasant individual though..."

"Huh, that's rough buddy." He nodded in thought. "I used to have a room mate, although they kept to themselves."

From then on the conversation went smoothly, thinning out till they didn't speak as much as they both got invested in their dishes, both lost in their own thoughts. The silence was different from the first one though, more relaxed, less tight and blaring. When the waitress asked them for desserts Genos ordered two of something called flan, against Saitama's protests. Then Saitama noticed something different.

"Hey did you cut your hair?"

Genos looked up surprised, if not slightly pleased. "Yes. I'm glad you noticed."

"Hmmm it suits you." He gave a small smile. Now the blond's locks didn't cover those pretty and intense amber eyes.

"Thank you Saitama." He picked some more of dessert. "That reminds me, I've been meaning to ask you something. "

"Hmm? Ask away." He wondered what the guy wanted to know. Probably how he ended up being a stripper or something similar. It's usually what people asked.

"Do you shave your head or are you really bald?"

"Ack-k!"

Saitama started choking on spoon before he spat out the metal utensil. It didn't make it less worst with Genos apologizing profoundly in the background. Luckily he convinced the blonde to shut up and order the damn check before they made the scene worse. God he hated all the eyes on him that moment. While Genos payed the tab he excused himself to the restroom where he called for a taxi.

Once they were outside waiting for a cab Genos cleared his throat and opened his mouth.

"If you're going to apologize again I'm walking home right now." Saitama declared tapping his foot impatiently. He saw the other fiddling with a napkin in his hand.

"Does that mean you'd like to go on another date?" How the fuck does this guy get "I'm going home"and turn it into "I want another date"??

His possible rejection was erupted with a loud honk. Saitama's taxi seems to have turned up while both of them were talking.

He handed the crumpled up napkin to the bald man. "Here's my number." He smiled shyly. "I hope you'll want to schedule another date sometime. And if not maybe just spend time together." He added softly. "I enjoyed your company tonight."

"Oh thanks, man, but you don't have to butter me up." Saitama pocketed the information. Shuffling his feet he gathered up his nerve, giving a quick hug, not even allowing the other male a chance to return it before he pulled back. "So, uh, good night Genos. Thanks for dinner again." He rushed into the car before he could make a bigger fool of himself, shutting the door as he told the driver his address.

When he settled down in the cab he began to rub his thumb on the wrinkled out paper. Taking out his out old flip phone he saves the number in his short contact list. Saving Genos's number was also the least he could do since the guy bought him dinner. And he supposed the date could have gone worse.

***

Saitama didn't call Genos until a week had passed and when he did it was because he was bored okay? Not because he was feeling lonely and he liked the blonde or anything like that. He just had nothing better to do okay? Besides it wasn't for a date.

They went grocery shopping, bargain hunting really. With the blonde's help he was able to get his shopping done in half the time.

"It's my turn to pay since you payed last time." He insisted. "It's only fair man."

Okay so it might have ended with a lunch date. He didn't plan on it, but he was enjoying the company and the udon was good. So what if Genos invited him out for another lunch meet up? Free food, he had his priorities straight after all.

Okay so what if the blonde wasn't as annoying as he thought and Saitama liked his company more than he like King's or Rider's?

Okay so what if he knew the guy's favorite cigarette brand, and that he didn't like butter in popcorn, but preferred extra cheese in his nachos after they went to the movie theater?

Okay so what if he came and slept over his place?

Okay so what if he liked brushing their arms against each other when they took walks and maybe hinted that he wanted to hold hands?

So what if Genos reached out hesitantly like he was silently asking for permission before waffling their hands together?

Fuck he was dating another human being for the first time in ages and he didn't know what to do now. What's worse, he could feel himself falling deeper and he didn't want to stop.

***

The more they got to spend time together the more Saitama opened up to him. They were walking from from another trip from the grocery store to his apartment when they started a conversation, both didn't even know what exactly on, which lead to them talking about their childhoods.

"My mom had to raise me on her own, and we never had much money. She worked as a waitress and house cleaner for most of her life."
He blew some warm air into his cold hands. He needed to buy some gloves that could actually warm his hands.

"My family was never the wealthiest family either," It was nice knowing they had something in common. "but we were happy."

"It's not like I'm not complaining, she tried her best." He smile tenderly. "She was a good mom, always wanted me to do better than her. Make someone of myself." He chuckled softly. "Guess I screwed that up huh?"

"Saitama you shouldn't say such things causally." Genos whispered softly.

"I'm nothing special."

"That's bullshit."

"Huh, I mean it's just like everyone else working at the club. I got the job out of need for money and now, well now I'm still there." He turned to look at Genos and was surprised to see him with tears in his eyes. "H-hey what the hell are you crying over?!"

"You lived such a difficult life, worked hard to get a better life, yet you don't consider it as something worth noting." He sniffed.

"Well isn't that what we human beings do? Strive and survive, it's something anyone can do right?"

"Saitama..." He rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. More tears ran down his pale face. "You are truly a great person!"

"That didn't mean for you to cry harder idiot!" He cried out flustered.

***

Saitama felt warm, and starting to get uncomfortably so. It felt so good, but it was too much, too fast. Genos slipped a hand under his shirt, thick fingers going up to his chest, grazing a nipple. He roughly pushed Genos away.

"I think that's enough for now." His breathing was labored, and sweat pants thankfully covering his excitement. The same couldn't be said about Genos, unless he was hiding a pen down there. A really big pen - oh my god someone stop his thoughts.

Genos looked a little disappointed at the rejection, but accepted it with grace. He suggest they watch a movie to pass the time. They ended up cuddling under an old blanket Saitama bought at a flea market two years ago. It was thick and soft so he tends to use it during the winter when the heating bill got too high. He drifted to sleep half way through some action packed movie called One Punch, lulled in by his exhaustion, and shared body heat under the blanket. When he woke up later, he found himself alone on the sofa, but he could hear the sound of pans on the stove reassuring him that he wasn't alone.

He picked at the plush fabric of the blanket between his coarse fingers. Just relaxing as he thought of the last few months, and the unimaginable changes it brought. Genos was not what he expected, he meant that in a good way, mostly. Before the blonde came into his life he didn't notice how lonely he still was. He wasn't as bad as before he started working at the club, but he wasn't the best either. Sort of like an emotional limbo of sorts, not happy but not unhappy?

His friends noticed it too, how he seemed more content with himself. Genos couldn't fix his whole life or the past that lead him where he was, but he definitely made it more enjoyable with his company. That was more than Saitama felt he deserved. The sounds of moving pans stopped and the sound of clinking glasses and scraping plates took over over. He sighed in content, snuggling more into his cozy sheets

It became a pattern, a domestic routine that they both fell into subconsciously. Genos somehow gravitated from the sofa to Saiama's bed, messy limb tangled under blankets. Neither batted an eye when Genos had his own tooth brush by the sink, or when he took up space in Saitama's tiny closet and claimed his own drawer. So not much was said when Saitama handed him a spare key.

"You basically live here." He rubbed his chin in thought. "You should start paying rent by the way." He joked.

(He made a mental note not to make such light hearted comments when Genos returned the next day with rent money.)

***

He had a dance with Sonic tonight, it was some cop and robber foreplay thing. His clothing consisted of a fake cop hat, a tie, and shorts with a pair of black combat boots. He had on a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a baton to go with his outfit. Sonic was sporting a stripped crop top and matching leggings that left nothing to the imagination. They been practicing this routine for about a week, and now it was time for their hard work to pay off. Literally, he needed to pay the gas bill this week.

He stood on the stage with Sonic, both sporting a costume for their dance number. Sonic rubbed up against him, chest to chest before Saitama gave a practiced shove which had the other in his knees and elbows before he rolled onto his back. Sonic laid with the back of his hand dramatically thrown over his forehead while Saitama was busy crawling over him. He grabbed both of his hands slamming them above his head, efficiently pinning them, as he got settled between Sonic's open legs. His crop top rode up to show teasing creamy skin and the cat calls which were answered in pleased smirks and playful winks. Sonic reached his head up and landed a kiss on Saitama's chin. Saitama kept his face blandly unimpressed when it happened, giving only a slow blink. The rest of the dance routine went as they had during rehearsal. He might have tightened the hand cuffs a little too much and man handled the other roughly, but the crowd loved it so who cared?

He was a few feet from the back stage door when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. He stiffened before the smell of ash and leather with a hint of aftershave invaded his senses.

"I'm covered in sweat."

Genos let go reluctantly before he handed him a bottle of water and a towel. Saitama took them gratefully

"Thanks!" He chugged half the bottle in three gulps. He was exhausted, working over time since Genos was out busy studying for his exams.

"You looked great out there." Saitama coughed when some of water went down the wrong pipe.

"I know I did." An arrogant voice cut in, making both men groan in annoyance. Both turned around to see Sonic changed and ready to end his shift.

"What are you doing here!" They yelled in unison. "Wait you know him?!"

"He is the unpleasant individual I have the honor of calling my roommate." Genos titled his head in confusion." I didn't know he worked at this club though."

"He's been one of my bothersome co-workers for a year now." Saitama explained.

"Still here you know." Sonic finally piped in, long forgotten by the other two males, fading into the wallpaper slowly.

"Don't care!" They stated in unison before they looked at each other wide eyed and burst out laughing.

Sonic scoffed. "You guys are made for each other." He turned his heel and left the two alone.

"Let me get changed and we can head back home okay? He pointed at the door leading to the dressing room awkwardly. "Just wait for me? Sorry only dancers and employees allowed. He explained. "Wouldn't want to get fired."

Genos nodded in a agreement waiting patiently. One thing Genos noticed about Saitama was he either wore loose clothing or no clothing. He always found the former endearing, to see the shorter man swimming in his sweat shirts and pants comfortably. The latter gave him certain feelings he felt were too improper to voice. It was hard not to pop a boner when your hot boyfriend only wore pajama bottoms around the apartment.

Saitama came out wearing grey sweat pants and his ridiculous oppai hoodie. He carried a slightly dirty duffle bag over his shoulder refusing Geno's offer to carry it. He shivered, tightening the hood around his bald head once they stepped outside.

"Small world huh? Both us of knowing that guy." He commented.

"Too small if you ask me." Genos muttered darkly. "I don't like the way he tried to kiss you."

"Jealous of that little shit?" He joked.

"He gets to spend time with you." Genos grumbled.

Ah, so he was jealous.

"We only share two work days." Saitama scoffed. "Besides that stunt was him being a cheeky little shit, pretty sure he does it to get a raise out of me."

Genos only hummed in agreement this time.

He bit his bottom lip nervously trying to appear relaxed, but his insecurities were starting to leak from the dam he kept them behind. What if Genos decided he no longer wanted to go with him because of his job? It wasn't like he could just quit it, he needed the money to survive and pay rent like another semi-functioning adult. It made him anxious for some reason, something he didn't want to think about lately.

"Hey Genos you know all this is pretending, right?" He peeked at the blonde from the corner of his eye, hands fidgeting in the pocket of his hoodie. "Just part of my job."

"I am aware that you're an exotic dancer Saitama." Genos stated stiffly. "I would have to be either stupid or blind not to."

"That's not what I meant."

There was a silence with both of them turning and locking in a staring contest, eyes narrowing and shoulders hunched. Genos was the first to crack.

"I'll admit I'm uncomfortable seeing you get that "close" to others physically, but..." He trailed off.

"But..?" The bald man prompted curiously, eyebrows rising in anticipation.

"It's your job and I can't force you to stop." Genos grumbled.

"Oh. Okay." Saitama didn't know why he was dissatisfied with that answer. It was the one he was hoping the other was going to give, instead of demanding he stop working. There were a few beats of silence as they continued walking home.

"And also because I trust you and know you'll stay faithful Saitama." Genos was smiling down at the him so openly it made Saitama heart start to constrict. Maybe he should get that checked out, wasn't he too young to have heart burn?

"O-of course I wouldn't cheat in you idiot." He stammered defensively.

"I know, you're too much of an honest man." Genos hummed in thought, waffling their jointed hands. Saitama felt like he was high on some unknown substance. "And you're really too socially awkward to flirt properly Saitama."

"Hey wait just a moment. There's no reason to be rude!" He shook his fist at him sobering up from whatever weird feeling he'd been feeling a second ago. Still his chest felt that shivering warmth.

***

He was always the first to get up and come back from classes. Saitama's work schedule started some time in the afternoons and sometimes ended in the ungodly hours of early morning. Today was technically Saitama's day off, but he had to go for a mandatory meeting. Apparently they needed a new dance routine to work on. So here he was cooking dinner for when Saitama comes home from rehearsal.

"I have some new dance moves to practice." Saitana stated after dinner was done. He had been watching television while Genos did his thesis for school.

Genos looked around the room. "Is there enough space?" That wasn't a question, of course there wasn't.

Saitama hummed in thought. It seems he forgot to take that glaring problem into account. "Yeah, help me move the sofa."

"Do you want me to leave?" Genos asked shyly once they moved the piece of furniture to the doorway. He was hoping to spend some time with the bald man, although he didn't want to intrude either. He also didn't want to jump over the sofa to leave the room.

"Nah I wanted you to be the judge of them actually." Genos eyes widened and he swallowed watching as the muscular man started the first track.

"It'd be my pleasure!" He exclaimed.

"Oh trust me it is." The dancer muttered as he turned his back to Genos getting ready as the music pumped him up for his performance. "Sit down on the sofa."

Saitama ignored the warmth on his cheeks and took a deep breath, posture changing and face becoming serious. Raising one shoulder then the other, hips swaying widely as he turned, the new dance routine leisurely began. He rolled his stomach, arms raised above his bald head, and head turned to the side. As the music progressed his moves became faster, Genos was barely able to keep up with his wild hand gestures and movements. One second they were on his shoulders next they were on his hips, caressing his exposed skin in a ghost like touch and sensual fashion. Lifting one leg up with the knee bent and both hands on it Saitama turned so his whole body profile faced Genos; this was necessary for him to see what was coming next. He popped his chest out a few times, as he squatted with his hands on his knees. This time his hands left his knees, ran the side of his legs, slightly lifted those sinfully short jogging shorts, and he was grabbing his own ass.

Genos's swallowed loudly, half lidded eyes staring and clear flush coloring his face.

Saitama shoot up before he spun once, coming to a stop facing Genos straight on. He did a few more extravagant hand gestures before unexpectedly dropping. Both his legs were split horizontally, his chest rising and lowering in exertion. He stretched his arms in front of him, reaching out, pulling an invisible rope, before slapping his palms on the floor startling Genos. He smirked a bit as the smacking noise made the blond jump in his seat. He started using his arms and hands to drag himself towards his sitting audience, keeping eye contact he cornered his prey.

They somehow stumbled the short distance to his bedroom, Genos falling on top of him in mass of limbs and muscle. His hands went to grip his hips, seeking friction desperately. There was no use trying to hide his erection in the thin fabric of his shorts. They rutted against each other frantically trying to find relief. Clothes were coming off fast then he could keep track of and everything was just a buzzing feeling of pleasurable sensations.

The dreams were getting annoying, always leaving him hanging and horny in the mornings. Just thinking about how good it'd be to see Genos panting, being fucked, or fucking him pushed him to keep going. Too bad he had no idea how to do that. He wasn't sure how he was going to go about this. He sort of wanted to avoid telling Genos the truth. He was to nice enough not to to reject or mock him for never having sex, but what if Saitama sucked in bed afterwards? What if he was so bad Genos couldn't get off with him? He needed this to be perfect, so did the only thing an inexperienced virgin could do without cheating, he google searched.

He looked up online for the what he hoped were the best answers, which usually consisted of porn videos, yahoo answers, and chat forums. Most were telling him to prepare ahead of time, let his body become accustomed to taking stuff up there. He started out small with his fingers, working himself, stretching as much as he could. At first it was uncomfortable and he didn't see the appeal, he really just felt stupid. He was persistent though, after all those online forums said there was a spot and he just had to be patient.

He started thinking of Genos working him open, adding more fingers as time went on. Each time he was left panting and spent, and covered in his own cum, yet still left unsatisfied. He felt like a horny teenager all over again. Except now there was solution to his problem. Too bad the just the idea made him light headed. And hornier.

"Saitama are you okay?" Genos took note of his spacing out quickly enough.

'Yeah." He forced a laugh. "Great!"

Genos looked unconvinced, a small frown taking place. "If you want to stop here we could do something else."

"No it's just..." He blushed under Genos's inquiring gaze. He mumbled something under his breath, ducking his head, refusing to meet the other male's eye.

"I'm sorry Saitama I can't hear you." Saitama murmured something too quiet for Genos to hear. "Can you repeat that?"

"I said I've never done this before God damn it!" He cried out defensively face and ears beet red. "How many times do you want me to say it?!"

"You're a virgin?" Genos blurted, efficiently putting his foot in his mouth, stating the elephant in the room, and humiliating Saitama even more in the process. God this man was truly a renaissance man wasn't he?

"No, uh, well yes?" He admitted for what felt like the hundredth time letting his head rest on Genos's shoulder. He secretly hoped his old mattress would shallow him up. "I never really went out seriously or particularly wanted to try this..." He trailed off voice getting smaller and lower. "But I really want to do this with you."

"I understand... I'll be gentle."

"That's not what I meant!" He smacked the other's chest in annoyance. "I've fooled around just never gone all the way."

"Just tell me to stop if it becomes too much."

"Okay."

Allowing the other to trail feathered kisses down his chest, to his abdominals, and finally in his inner thighs. He sighed in bliss, Genos was so sweet, treating him so tenderly, like someone deserving of his love.

"Is this okay?"

He nodded, gasping as Genos took him into his mouth. Genos's mouth was wet and warm, and it felt fucking fantastic. His thick fingers found their way to the golden locks, tugging, not that Genos seemed to mind, moaning around him when he pulled. He let out a yelp when he felt Genos's finger down there by his entrance.

"Okayyy nope, you don't have to do that." He protested ignoring the obscene popping noise Genos made.

"Saitama it is important we prepare you before-"

"I did, uh before you came." His ears felt hot, he was sure his face would never lose it's red hue again. The loud groan Genos let out didn't help.Seriously his mouth was still too close to his dick for that.

"T-that must have been tedious to do on your own."

"Yeah." He shallowed. Now would be a great time for Genos to not pant on his dick. "You better appreciate it man." He finished lamely.

"I do, I appreciate everything you do for me Saitama." Why did the bastard have to sound so sincere?

The next thing Saitama knew, Genos was no longer over him, it was quite the opposite. He looked down at his boyfriend underneath him and his breath hitched. Genos looked so incredible laying there with his golden locks fanned out on the white pillow case. And then he just had to open his mouth.

"From this position you can take your time being penetrated and take only as much as your body ca-"

"Okay, okay shut up." Saitama grumbled as he straddled his boyfriend, ignoring the other's teasing smile on his lips. The cheeky brat only said those things to fluster him. He looked down at their bodies and couldn't help himself, he stared. He wasn't sure how Genos was going to fit down there, but he was going to. His stomach was fluttering from nerves and lust at the thought. Putting the condom on Genos took a bit of fumbling and muffled curses. It was kinda of weird putting on some else other than himself.

When the younger man was properly prepared, he positioned himself over the head. He started sinking, hissing quietly as Genos stretched his entrance, yep he was definitely way bigger than his fingers.

"Is it hurting you too much? Do you want to stop?" Genos's voice sounded strained with a mixture of concern, it was kinda hot.

"No I-it just stings a bit." He grunted, trying his best to hold in his moans. "Just wait a moment."

He never felt so full down there, still not sure yet how exactly he felt about it. When he was fully seated he began rolling his hips experimentally, lifting them up slightly, trying different angles. He looked down to Genos staring hungrily at him, and realized a bit late how how exposed he was in this position. God his dick was rubbing against in the guys stomach wasn't it.

"D-don't look a-ahh at me l-like that. It's embarrassing." He groaned especially loudly when Genos's length brushed against that spot. "Fuck this feels good." He decided panting heavily, his blunt nails digging into his boyfriend's shoulders.

"Thinking about you Touching  yourself pretending it was me is very arousing." The blonde admitted shamelessly. "Just the image of you putting your fingers inside yourself while," Genos' hands started caressing his hips teasingly, sliding closer to that spot, but never quite touching him. He brought him down for a kiss before pulling away to whisper in Saitama's ear. He could faintly taste himself in the other's mouth. "while you moan and pant like your doing right now."

"G-genos damn it stop. You're gonna make me come." He whined, the coils in his stomach tensing warningly. Of course the cheeky brat ignored his warnings and opened his big mouth.

"You look so beautiful right now Saitama." He smirked devilishly as he peppered tender kisses up his collar, stopping to nibble on his earlobe. "I like knowing I'm the only one to see you this disheveled."

Saitama's tensed, muscles locking in place as he came mortifying quickly at the sound of his partner's voice and gentle touches. He looked panicked as he tried to lift himself off Genos still hard erection, but a pair of firm hands kept him in place.

"I told you to stop. Fuck, sorry." His shoulders slumped. This was humiliating, he came before his younger boyfriend, he was supposed to be the more experienced lover.

Genos' brow furrowed and a small frown was visible on his lips. "Sorry for what? "

"I came before you. How lame is that." He let out humorless laughter. "Fuck." He couldn't face Genos knowing he ruined this.

"I'm confused." Saitama peeked through his fingers to see the other with his eyebrows furrowed, unsure of what was going on. "What's the problem? You looked amazing coming. I'm glad it felt good for you, I want you to feel good."

"But what about you?" He could still feel Genos's erection up his ass, which was taking all his willpower to ignore.

He thrusted up making Saitama keen as his over sensitive body was played with. "I'd like to continue making both of us feel good if you don't mind."

"Y-yeah." He panted. "You do that."

With that confirmation, Genos flipped them over with Saitama's legs over his shoulders, trying to find a better angle. Saitama was grateful he was flexible because he was sure if the guy had done that to anyone else Genos would have broken their spine with that speed, eager brat. Still the younger male taking control had been the best decision Saitama made that night. By the time they finished both were covered in body fluids and pleasantly exhausted. Saitama rolled his sore hips, sweat dripping from his brow, and other muscles pleasantly sore.

"I'm planning on sleeping forever now." He stated, eyelids already dropping.

"First let me clean you u-"

"No sleep now and movement later." He wrapped his heavy arms around the other's neck lazily, being affectionate now that he was nicely sedated. Genos squirmed.

"Please Saitama, I'll do it." He pleaded. "It's better to take care of it now than later."

At his desperate tone Saitama snorted. "Fineeee..." He closed his eyes. He feel asleep for a few minutes, only to wake to Genos cleaning them off and coming to bed. He snuggled into Saitama's arms, resting his forehead against his chest. 

"Night Genos."

"Good night Saitama."

"Oh and Genos?" He drawled, voice thick with sleep.

"Hmmm?" 

"I love you."

It was pleasant to have someone to come home to, having company in such a small and once lonely apartment.

The body he cradled momentarily stiffened before unwinding. "I-I love you too."

***

In the last few years Saitama lived in the apartment complex, he never talked to any of his neighbors, and Genos hadn't seen a living soul, they almost believed the building was abandoned. So it was pretty shocking to see a piece of paper slipped under his wooden front door the morning. 

He looked down curiously at the sheet of paper. He picked it and turned it over to see what was written and promptly spat out his tea. Genos came over concerned and asked him what was wrong to which Saitama stated it was all his fault and to take responsibility. To Genos' embarrassment (with a bit of pride coiled in his stomach) he read the note.

Yo congrats on getting laid. Please keep it down next time. - Your neighbor.