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Ze sat in front of his display of guns, revolver in hand. He took the solvent-dampened toothbrush to its exterior, gently brushing the gun’s frame. It was just a bit of gun maintenance, but the past few weeks had continuously brought new issues, so it became a way to wind down and have a moment of peace.
He grabbed a jag, sticking a cleaning patch onto it before using it to clean the cylinder and the barrel. He repeated this with a few dry patches to remove any excess solvent. Finally, he used a clean rag to wipe the whole thing down with a little bit of oil. Ze took great care in this process; these guns, especially this revolver, were his prized possessions. Despite the fact that they were, well, weapons, he felt at ease with them around.
Using another dry rag, he caressed the barrel of the gun. He preferred when his guns would shine, and shine they did.
Ze put the rag down and held the revolver with both hands. He hummed in satisfaction once he saw the clean metal, gleaming in the moonlight. There was something about holding one, the power and control he felt whenever he held it up, that he was rather infatuated by.
Damn, I did a good job. He turned the gun over, inspecting its flawless frame.
The potential danger that came with handling these guns was not lost on him. He knew that one day, if he were just a bit careless, his life would be cut short.
That only added to the allure.
Ze subconsciously bit at the inside of his lip. An irrepressible feeling, one that he was already well-accustomed to, pooled at the bottom of his stomach.
“Hmmm…” He stroked his chin.
He was feigning hesitance. The second the thought crossed his mind, he already knew there was no use in fighting it.
It was hard to describe; not inexplicable, really, just sort of unconventional. If he were to be completely honest with himself, Ze found it shameful. Very shameful. But who was he to deny himself this gratification? He felt like a degenerate, but it wasn’t like he was some depraved pervert, he constantly reassured himself.
His brows furrowed in contemplation. He fidgeted with the revolver in his hold. The weapon was illuminated in the subtle moonlight, as if it were coercing him to continue. His head snapped towards the doorway of his room as if somebody was already there, spying on him. Nobody.
Of course, it was well into nighttime. Moe and Regect should be deep in dreamland, or whatever. The former tended to be a heavy sleeper, so Ze wasn’t too concerned about her catching him in the act. The latter, however… Ze was still unsure, but as lust overpowered his judgement, he figured he would go undetected.
Usually, he’d wait for his housemates to be absent from the house before indulging himself, but this time could be an exception, right?
His jeans already felt suffocatingly tight. With an apprehensive hand, he undid the button and zipper and reached into his boxers. Pulling his half-hard dick out, his eyes wandered back to the door. Nobody was there, but it never hurt to be sure.
Even then, the threat of getting caught added a new layer of excitement.
With a bit of spit as lube, Ze gave himself a few half-hearted pumps, his dick growing with arousal. Once he was fully hard, his grip got tighter and his strokes became more deliberate. He glanced at the gun in his left hand.
“Ugh, fuck…” Ze muttered under his breath as he threw his head slightly back. No matter how many times he did this, the pleasure was always electrifying.
With his thumb, he cocked the hammer, shuddering at its satisfying click. There were no bullets; he made sure of it while cleaning. But the act of pulling the trigger—knowing what would happen if it were loaded—the feeling was incredible.
Bringing the barrel to the side of his head, his index finger found its place on the trigger.
Click!
Ze squeezed his dick, a whimper slipping past his lips. His eyelids fluttered shut. Precum gathered at the tip; he used his palm to rub the head, spreading the precum around to act as more lube.
His hips were thrusting up in harmony with his hand stroking down. The revolver caressed his jawline as he leaned into its touch.
“Mmfh—” He stifled a moan as he slipped the gun under his shirt, using it to skim across the contours of his torso. “Mnh—!”
Logic urged him to slow down. It shouted that he was getting too loud and he was bound to get caught. As the thought crossed his pleasure-driven mind, he decided that he didn’t care enough.
The gun made its way back to his temple, already cocked.
Click!
“Hhmph— fuck—” A rather loud groan ripped its way out of his throat.
He paid attention to the sensitive part of his dick, stroking closer to the tip and using his thumb to massage the top. The act only made the sounds falling from his mouth louder, more frequent.
In a makeshift attempt to quiet down, his lips wrapped around the barrel of the revolver. His loud moans were muffled into soft whimpers.
With the gun in his mouth…
Click!
His strokes had lost their collectedness. A pang hit his jaw as he attempted to push the barrel in deeper, repeatedly thrusting it once it got as deep as it could go. He could already feel the climax creeping in.
Through his restrained groans and foggy mind, Ze almost missed the sound of a door bursting open.
His door.
“Ze, you up? I just had the most hysterical—”
Ze choked, yanking the weapon out of his mouth and leaning forward in a futile attempt to cover up
Holy fuck.
He was still panting as he glared at where he assumed Regect’s eyes were. He had never been more grateful that the entity’s eyes were invisible. He could only imagine how he was being looked at.
“Dude!” His voice cracked. As if it couldn’t get any more humiliating. “Ever heard of knocking, asshole?”
“I— Ze, what—”
For some reason, Regect seemed more wrecked than Ze would have expected.
“Okay, what. What?” He decided to double down. “Oh, oh— sorry for thinking the people in this household had any notion of privacy.”
“Ze…” Regect stepped forward. “...What are you doing?” His voice seemed to carry some heavy emotion behind it which seemed out of place, considering the situation they were currently in.
“Dude, why are you so devastated?” He rolled his eyes. “You know, this is a normal thing that people do. Oh, sorry, I forgot, you’re not human. You’re a chudlet entity who can only slap half of his belly when he laughs.” He smirked a little at his own joke.
That smirk quickly faded once he noticed Regect wasn’t amused at all. Weird. He would have expected him to already be slapping his half-belly with bellowing guffaws. “...Regect?”
“Okay, listen, I know I can be a dick sometimes…” He took a step forward. What the fuck? “...but, you know—you know I love you, right, man?
Oh.
Ze didn’t think this could get more uncomfortable for himself.
Here he was—dick in hand, gun in throat—and Regect thinks he’s trying to blow his own brains out.
“...Stop.” Ze’s face was burning with embarrassment. “I’m not trying to kill myself, dude. I mean—I appreciate the concern, but I’m not…”
Oh God. He really did not want to explain himself. He turned his head away in shame.
“Um, what the hell are you talking about, I just saw you—” He was cut off by the sound of incredulous laughter. “...Dude, what could possibly be funny right now?”
“Oh my God, this is—this is—it’s just…” Ze shook his head. “This is so fucking stupid.”
“Whuh—”
“You know what, fuck it. I might as well just…bite the bullet.” He sighed. Fuck my fucking chudcel life.
Regect had a moment of panic. “No—”
“I was jerking off.”
A very uncomfortable silence filled the room with Ze staring at the other’s invisible face, his own getting hotter with each motionless second passing by.
Reject finally spoke. “Huh?”
“Oh my— you know damn well what I said, jackass.”
“No, can you—can you repeat that?”
“I was jerking off. I was jerking off, and I was using the gun to do it. You happy?”
“Huh?”
“Did you lose your hearing the second you barged in here? Which was rude, by the way. You know, privacy is a thing for a reason.”
“Nah, I heard you, I just thought it was funny to make you repeat yourself. El oh el.”
“Did you just—”
“Yeah, whatever, at least I wasn’t jerking off with a gun—”
“Oh, sue me, you’re probably into piss or something like that.”
“A gun, Ze? Are you sure you’re not pranking me, or—or sum’n like that?”
“Oh fuck off, dude. Are you gonna leave me alone or what?”
“What, so you can stick it back in your mouth and blow your head off your shoulders?” Regect snatched the gun out of Ze’s hand before he could act against it. “How… how does that even work?”
“Oh my God, dude, I’m not explaining this to you.”
“No, actually.” He inspected the barrel. “Is it, like, loaded?”
“No, dingus. I’m not that stupid. It’s just…” Ze shifted in his seat. “...you wouldn’t get it, okay?”
“Ze.”
“Wh—”
“Show me.”
“Huh?”
Regect took the revolver to the hem of Ze’s shirt—which had been curtaining Ze’s lap the whole time—and lifted the fabric, pinning it against the other’s chest. His erection had started softening during the period he went without any stimulation. Ze froze.
He definitely was not opposed, however.
“Well?” The entity said, dragging out the end of the word in a teasing manner.
You know what, screw it.
“Okay then. Since you’re so desperate to see.” He grabbed Regect’s hand. Not to take the gun back, but to instead guide it back to his mouth.
If he were more alert, maybe he would’ve shown more hesitation. But he still wouldn’t say no.
His lips lingered at the tip of the revolver, some lingering shame settling in his mind. Regect took the initiative to gently but firmly grab the bottom of his jaw and squeeze so as to open his mouth further. The gun pushed past his lips, causing a drip of saliva gradually making its way down to Ze’s jawline, but Ze took it. He moved his hand to Regect’s wrist for stability.
“Good boy!” The amusement was obvious in his tone. Ze glared up at him to convey some semblance of aggravation, but he couldn’t stop the blood from rushing back down.
Regect’s hand loosened its hold and traveled downwards, tracing the dips of his figure through the thin cloth of his shirt. It skimmed his hips before landing somewhere mid-thigh.
He’s gentler than I thought he’d be. Ze tried to grimace at the implications of that thought, which proved difficult with a gun down his throat.
Regect gripped the meat on Ze’s thigh and pulled it away from the other to spread his legs. He let go to wipe some of the drool collecting on Ze’s chin and, after adding in some of his own spit—where is his mouth?---he wrapped his fingers around Ze’s dick. With a few strokes, it was covered with wetness.
He tightened his grip, drawing out a gagged moan from Ze, who lurched forward. The gun thrusted deeper into his mouth. At that, Regect began pumping the gun back and forth in his mouth, eliciting more smothered groans. Ze could almost feel Regect’s eyes constantly watching his face and observing every twitch in his muscles.
He took his unoccupied hand from his side, where it had been gripping the chair, and reached for the gun. Regect slowed his movements to see what he was doing—if Ze wanted him to stop.
Instead, Ze found the hammer of the revolver and cocked it, then directed Regect’s pointer finger to the trigger.
“Are—are you sure, Ze?” He questioned. “It’s empty, right?” Ze nodded his head fervently.
“...Okay.”
…Click!
Regect let out a breath, clearly relieved, while Ze squeezed his eyes shut with a whimper.
“God, I swear, you’re gonna be the death of me…” There was a lack of malice in his words.
His hands went back to work with a little more force behind his movements. They fell into a rhythmic tempo. Ze’s hips thrusted in tune with Regect’s hand; his head bobbed to match the pace of the weapon in his mouth.
The pattern quickly got thrown off by Ze’s movements decreasing in composure. It was clear that he was already close to his climax. His sounds, even muffled, were lewd and loud.
“Mmfgh— Nngh!” Although he couldn’t properly voice his thoughts, it was obvious what he wanted based on the pleading look in his eyes and the desperate manner in which his hand flew up to the revolver’s grip.
“Mmm…” Regect hesitated but still did what Ze was voicelessly begging for. He cocked the gun—his finger resting on the trigger—and he waited for just a few seconds.
ClickI
As soon as he felt the empty shot of the revolver in his mouth, the built-up tension in his body flooded out. Finally feeling the gratification he had been chasing made his moans that much louder.
Regect’s hands kept moving as he pushed Ze through his orgasm. And they never stopped.
Ze didn’t get a chance for a breather as Regect’s hands kept their pace.
“Mmngh! Mm—” Ze’s eyebrows were closely knitted together. He tried to get himself together, only to fail from the overstimulation. “Mmhhmmmgh!”
“You want me to stop?”
Ze could barely think straight, but to him, that question required no thinking at all.
“Mm-mm…” He shook his head slightly, his movement range limited.
“...That’s what I thought.” Regect lifted a knee onto the chair between Ze’s thighs to have more stabilization in his position. He pushed the gun deeper. “Hey, you’re doing such a good job. You’re taking it better than I thought you’d be. God, I didn’t know you were such a pathetic slut.”
The mixture of praise and degradation almost sent Ze over the edge again.
Click!
That actually did. He reeled backwards, the gun leaving his mouth, and a forceful groan spilled out.
“Wow, already?” Regect finally slowed his hands. His tone was mixed with teasing and a bit of genuine surprise. “God, how sensitive are you?”
Ze was visibly trembling and tears were building up in his eyes, which were strained to look up at the entity before him.
“...You think we can try for one more?” He brushed the revolver against Ze’s lips, who shivered in response.
“Mmhmm…” Too worn out for words, he simply opened his mouth obediently.
He shoved the barrel down. “Hm, good boy… you like getting called that?” Ze let out a “hngh!” in approval to which Regect couldn’t help chuckling. “Of course you do.” Then he muttered, “So pathetic…”
Ze whined harder. Regect was practically slamming his hand up and down his dick. It was like he was trying to make him cum as fast as possible, and God, it was working. He was talking more, but the words barely registered in Ze’s hazy mind; he only understood their vulgarity, and that was enough.
With each second passing by, his movements got sloppier and sloppier. The noises pouring from his mouth were pornographically loud, even when choking on a gun.
“You gonna cum already? Fuckin’ slut,” Regect mumbled under his breath.
“Mmhmhmmfgh—”
Click!
With that, Ze’s body quivered under the intense sensation of sheer pleasure. His hips shamelessly thrusted up in an instinctive attempt to fully ride out his orgasm. Regect took in every detail he could, squeezing his dick to elicit a greater reaction from Ze until his movements were reduced to the irregular rise and fall of his chest and the tremors in his muscles.
“Damn, I see why you do this now.”
He pulled the gun out, a string of saliva connecting it to Ze’s lips. “...You wanna clean the mess you made?”
Ze glared at him, his eyelids lowered with exhaustion, and stuck his tongue out of his slightly parted mouth. He took Regect’s hand and cleaned off his own cum, licking the surfaces and sucking on each finger until it was as spotless as he could get it.
“Wow, dude, I was just kidding. You really are shameless.”
“Ugh, fuck you…” Ze was still recovering from the overwhelming pleasure he had just been under, so he couldn’t come up with a witty comeback like he wanted to.
Regect started fidgeting. “Well, uh… thanks for, uh, for showin’ me that.” He took a small step backwards, still facing Ze. “I guess it’s— uh, it’s time to skedaddle?”
“Really? Dude, you’re gonna do all that just to dip?” Ze meant to sound like he was joking, but there was an underlying tone of distress in his words, and his back had straightened up in alarm.
“Hmmmm… hmmm, ahhh, hmmm…” Regect made exaggerated sounds of thinking before letting out a melodramatic sigh. “Fine, I guess I’ll stay the night. But don’t expect breakfast in bed, dickwad. And at least let me wash my hands, they’re covered in your spit.”
Ze rolled his eyes. “Whatever, dude.”
Regect turned and skipped out the door humming a joyful tune, which was a sharp contrast from what was happening a mere few moments ago.
Ze groaned as he lifted himself out of the chair; his whole body was aching. Even though he was exhausted, he definitely did not want to sleep in his currently soiled clothes; so, despite the pangs in his body, he yanked his clothes off and tossed them carelessly into the corner of the room. I’ll wash that tomorrow.
He wiped himself off with a tissue and pulled on some unstained clothes. Dragging himself to the bed, he collapsed onto the mattress just in time for Regect to come waltzing back in.
“Now I can finally do what I originally came in here for!” Regect flopped down next to him.
“Huh?”
“I was gonna tell you about this hilarious dream I had.” Regect turned himself on his side and propped his head up with his hand.
“Mmmhhhh…”
“Okay, so basically, we were in a cave, and I had a bunch of TNT…” Regect’s voice faded into the background. Exhaustion weighed Ze’s body down and forced him into lethargy. I’ll just close my eyes…
“...and like the little bitch you are, you— …Hey, did you just fucking fall asleep? During my storytime…” He huffed in annoyance. “So rude, you know. So. Rude.”
“Shut up, dickhead.” Before the clutches of slumber could take him, Ze threw an arm across Regect’s body and pulled him closer.
“...Fine, I’ll just tell your bitchass in the morning.” He threaded one hand into the locks of Ze’s hair and held him closer. “Night, whore.” He mumbled.
“You love me…” Ze managed to grumble out one final statement before allowing sleep to overtake him. “Love you… too…”
Regect stiffened at that. He clutched Ze’s body closer. “...Of course I do.” He buried his invisible head into the other’s hair and shut his eyes.
Ze woke up to a litany of agitated honks coming from the hallway. He forced himself to sit up only to sink back down once he felt soreness throughout his whole body, reminding him of the events of last night.
“Moe, I—I mean, we are so sorry. We’ll give you anything you want. So sorry—” Regect was cut off by even louder honks. “Yes, Moe… We’ll be quieter next time…”
…
Ze might actually blow his own head off.