Random Bullshit

Komaeda Has Fun Rewrite

Original Fic on AO3 by shrekomaed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11728554

Very traumatizing

I shall now write it in my style

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His knees were shaking. His hands were trembling. He gripped the knife in his hands, watching as the blood pooled around the dead body of his former lover. Hinata and he had only been dating for a few days but he had still known deep in his soul, Hinata was the one. They were meant to be together. They were supposed to live a happy life together but no, they were shipped off to God knows where and forced to participate in a sick twisted game. 

Nagito had seen more dead bodies in the past few days than he would've ever liked to. But, when worse came to worse, their situation was life or death. He had no other choice than to kill the man he loved. No matter how much it pained him to do so. He'd rather Hajime die in his arms than at the hands of anyone else. 

The knife clattered to the floor as he collapsed, tears streaking down his face as he cradled his dead love in his arms. He didn't know what had come over him. All he remembered thinking is: "If I kill him, then no one else can. He can die in my arms. He'll be happy to die with me. He loves me."

There were 16 stab wounds in his body, blood was spurting out of him in a way that had no right to be attractive. His eyes were open and wide with shock and betrayal and Nagito had a hard time not cumming in his pants from the sight. Tears were still streaming down his face as he reached towards Hinata. His body was still warm. The recently deceased usually were. They also tended to piss and shit from their muscles contracting. Hajime's pants were soaked through and had stains from the piss, blood and shit. 

The smell wafted up and Nagito wrinkled his nose. Not a pretty smell but not enough to turn him off. The sight of Hinata's body, mangled and ruined with blood and piss spilling out around him was much more arousing than it should've been. 

Tentatively, Nagito ran his hands over the body, fingering the hem of his pants. He gripped them, and tugged them down. The smell became more pungent, although not entirely unpleasant anymore and a groan escaped from his lips before he could bite it back. He couldn't resist. Hajime looked so ravishing like that. Komaeda tore off Hinata's boxers and wrapped them around his dick, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with a loud moan. 

His hand sped up, the rough fabric chafing his dick but he couldn't care less. He was close. He was so fucking close. The piss that had soaked into the fabric made the glide a little smoother but more importantly, when he squeezed just right, it would splash onto the ground and drench his dick. 

When he finally came, his cum spattered onto the floor as well as the boxers in his hands, adding to the gross mixture. 

He impulsively brought the boxers to his face and inhaled deeply, surprisingly not put-off by the smell anymore. Unable to stop himself, he moved the fabric down to his mouth, eating and slurping at the residue there from everything Hinata's body had released. He kept it there, suckling as some of the substance dripped down his chin until the boxers were almost entirely clean. All the liquids being sucked out of it by Komaeda.

He threw the underwear to the side and crawled between Hajime's spread legs. This was wrong. This was so, so wrong but why did it feel so goddamn good. His finger was sucked into Hajime's filthy hole and pulled out again, sucking the shit off his finger before going back in, this time with two. I mean, he didn't have to prep the boy as he was dead and couldn't feel pain but Komaeda couldn't help himself. His fingers pushed against his walls, stretching and feeling the smooth organ. As much as that was great, Nagito was getting hard again so he pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up with Hinata's asshole. 

He pressed in carefully, as to not damage the body too much, letting out a deep groan as the tight walls pressed against him. He bottomed out quickly, and started rapidly thrusting in and out, obscene slapping noises filling the room. Hinata's body was still a little warm and Komaeda sucked it up greedily. His breath was coming in grunts and he gripped onto Hajime's waist, using the limp body as leverage to fuck into him even faster. 

He was close again, fucking into him like his life depended on it. The love of his life sucked in his dick so beautifully, squeezing him in all the right ways. Komaeda let out a loud groan, barely muffled by Hinata's chest as he came in the boy. There was still an ache inside him though. An ache that wasn't the need to cum. Before he realized what he was doing, his dick started to spurt out warm drops.

He emptied his bladder into Hajime, most of it ending up on the floor. He quickly pulled out with a whimper, the mixture of cum and piss spilling out of Hinata's gaping ass. 

Nagito was far from done. He wrapped his lips around Hinata's erect cock. He had previously been unaware that dead people got erect as they died but then again, he had never had intercourse with a dead person before either. 

He sucked down Hinata's dick greedily, nestling his nose into the patch of hair that lined the base. He felt Hinata at the back of his throat and swallowed profusely to keep himself from choking. After he deemed Hajime's cock wet enough, he dragged himself up onto weak knees and slowly slid himself onto Hinata. 

When the head of his dick prodded his prostate, Komaeda threw his head back with a loud cry of pleasure. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slammed himself up and down onto the boy below him. 

The world around him disappeared. The only things that mattered were himself and the corpse that he was currently fucking himself on. The heat building up in his gut started again, setting fire to his veins. The flames running through his bloodstream until all that he knew was Hinata, Hinata, Hinata. 

He came with a small cry, his knees buckling and collapsing onto the now cold chest of his lover. 

He rested there for a couple of minutes, catching his breath and brushing his fingers across the scarred and bloodied body of the man he loved. Blood still oozed from the wounds and piss and cum was splattered all over the floor. 

He would need to clean it up.

Licking his lips slowly, Komaeda licked every drop of blood off of his chest, face wrinkling at the jarring salty flavor of his own cum that rested on Hinata's abs. 

He sucked out all the residue from Hinata's ass, using his tongue and fingers to scoop out everything left in there. 

Then he got to the floor, dirtying his face and hair but groaning at the taste of all the fluids nonetheless. 

They'd know it was him. His DNA was all over the scene. It wouldn't be hard to find out who had killed the boy but Komaeda couldn't find himself to care. He'd been able to have sex with the man he was in love with one last time. They'd meet in Heaven or Hell or wherever dead people go and they'd be able to be together for the rest of eternity. 

They would find each other again. They were soulmates. They were made for each other. Built on the foundation that they would always end up together in every life they lived. Hajime was his and his alone. He would thank Komaeda for killing him. He'd be happy. Who wouldn't want to die at the hands of their lover?

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mm bleach