Neutrality Order (TomBoo)

L.R. - Chapter 7

Tommy felt he must have blacked out at some point because he swore he blinked ONCE and he was suddenly out of the bar and in a dark bedroom illuminated only by a flat-screen TV paused on a game.

His eyes moved before anything else, taking in the small bed he was laying on, sans sheets and only one large plush comforter barely attempted to be fit into place. The rest of the room was almost bare except for a few trash bags laying around, a handful of game consoles on the bureau, and a desk with a computer. It looked more like a NEET's room than anything, but why would he be in a room like this?

He tensed when he felt a hand thread into his hair, fingernails scratching at his scalp in a way that wasn't unpleasant by a longshot, but definitely creepy with the situation considered. It didn't help that some time ago in one of his more recent working memories he had his head and hair pawed at by -presumably- a murderous pedophile. He swallowed hard, trying to be as subtle as possible in pulling off a Full Cowl to get away-

"You suck at subtlety, Tommy."

Ranboo.

He didn't know if he was relieved or in even deeper shit.

The fingers in his scalp kept scratching lightly as the solidness that had been undetectable by sheer stillness moved, Tommy had a feeling Ranboo had been sitting next to him the entire time waiting for him to regain consciousness. Tommy swallowed, daring to peer over his shoulder.

Ranboo was staring down at him with an almost soft smile, something that looked more out of place than anything else in this horrible situation. If anything, it made him even creepier. "It's good you're awake though," he said, sounding conversational. "I can ask you personally what it was that brute did to you."

Tommy shuddered, remembering how dirty he felt from Schlatt looking at him, insinuating perverse things before Ranboo-

Oh god, THAT.

He swallowed hard, fighting back the nausea of the mess Ranboo made of the other villain, using those same hands that were now petting his head. Oh dear god please say he washed his hands after that-

"Of course I washed my hands, why would I want THAT kind of filth on them?" Ranboo snorted at Tommy's subconscious mumbling. "You're as jumbled as your stupid notebook." He lifted his other hand. "Which I have on me as proof."

Tommy made a reflexive weak grab for it, but Ranboo lifted it out of reach, putting it away before turning Tommy to his back and leaning over him. Tommy swallowed hard, seeing Ranboo's unobscured eyes staring down at him almost hungrily and being heavily reminded of where he was and who he was with. Ranboo was, first and foremost, a villain. One that attacked the USJ, crumbled Aizawa's arm, held him hostage at the mall, knew his address and messenger accounts, and just Decayed one of his own in one of the most gruesome displays Tommy had ever seen.

So why then, did Ranboo put up with Tommy's stupid stunt at the mall? Came back to talk at the cafe? Actively FLIRTED with him via video chat? Didn't threaten him outside of keeping their meeting secret? Told the others to bring him back alive?

"What is it you want with me?"

Ranboo blinked slowly, his soft smile spreading to one Tommy was more familiar with, bringing his hand up to touch Tommy's face. "You really do have such soft skin," he murmured, pressing his thumb into Tommy's cheek. He noted Tommy's sudden paleness and held up his other hand to show he had a wristband connected to a single finger sleeve on his pinky in place. "Not as ideal as I want, but it lets me touch as much as I want."

He buried both hands into Tommy's hair, petting and scritching at the scalp in a manner that Tommy couldn't help but blush at. He leaned down lower, nuzzling his face into Tommy's curls.

"You're the first person who's ever let me get this close," he said absently like he was talking more for himself than Tommy. "Even if it was a logical ruse that led to it the first time. But there's no excuse for the other times, except that you WANTED me that close." He pressed his cheek to the top of Tommy's head, enjoying the soft curly hair against his skin. "No one who's ever touched me...who's ever KISSED me......and it had to be YOU, didn't it?"

Tommy wasn't given time to reply before he found chapped lips pressed against his own.

He didn't know what he was doing, he thought. Not just kissing, but allowing himself to be kissed. Why was he doing this? Why wasn't he fighting back? Letting his brain go fuzzy with the closeness, the hands in his hair sliding down to hold his face closely.

Ranboo didn't know what he was doing either, in any sense of the word. He'd never been kissed before Tommy, never allowed himself to touch so thoroughly since he was a child. He didn't know why he was allowing himself to feel so much contentment with his foil in every possible way. The hero to his villainy; softness to his dryness, innocence to his soul so stained it was poison.

But seeing as how Tommy wasn't Smashing him into oblivion, he wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Too many years of touch starvation, and he was going to DEVOUR Tommy down to the bone.

He kissed Tommy harder, hearing the boy almost squeak adorably, and felt hands grip at the sides of his shirt, clinging almost desperately without making any move yet to escape.

Could it be then that Tommy felt the same as he did? Hating everything the other stood for but wanting this contact so desperately that it would be foolish to waste the chance?

GOD, he hoped so.

Ranboo pressed his thumbs to Tommy's cheekbones, making gentle little circles and enjoying the softness under his hands and lips, making it last as long as it could for now. Slowly, as though resigning to acceptance, Tommy's jaw untightened, breathing evened out, hands pressed to his sides-

Submitting to me, Ranboo thought with a thrill. Sensei would make an allowance for this. He always said he could have whatever he wanted as long as he earned it, and right now, he KNEW he earned all of this touching, this kissing this FEELING-

"Hey, shitface, we got the Wilbur brat, what-" Techno swung open the door -which still had a doorknob missing, go figure- and froze when he saw Ranboo kneeling over Tommy, the latter clinging to Ranboo. Both had identical looks of embarrassed horror at being found, which slowly melded to absolute humiliation for Tommy and RAGE for Ranboo.

Techno wisely kept his mouth shut, backing out the way he came and shutting the door behind him, a faint "GodDAMN" being heard in the hallway.

Tommy covered his face with his hands, letting out a muffled wail of embarrassment as Ranboo sat up, hands clenched tightly as he thought of a thousand and four ways to make Techno eat shit later, reluctantly swinging his legs over the side of the bed and standing.

"Ahh, shit," he muttered, reaching up to scratch at his neck in a temper. "That's right, fucking WORK..." He glanced at Tommy before reaching into his hoodie pocket and taking out Father, placing him on his face and letting out a sigh as his rage simmered softly, shoulders slumping. "Wilbur is here now," he announced, seeing Tommy look up sharply. "He will remain unharmed. I want him with us." He paused before reaching over, putting a hand on Tommy's head. "I want YOU with us."

Tommy's eyes hardened slightly, "...you know neither of those things is going to happen," he said, almost wincing when Shigarki's fingers flexed tightly into his hair.

"Perhaps so," Ranboo replied absently. "But it's what I want." He clenched his fingers again before letting go, letting his hand drop. "Feel free to play my games while I work for now...and don't bother with my computer to call for help, it's password encrypted...just don't leave my room." He saw a rise of defiance in Tommy and spoke to snuff it back down. "You wouldn't want Wilbur to know you're here, hm? He might...get the wrong idea." He scratched absently at his neck. "Not that I would correct him."

Tommy's eyes widened, jaw-dropping at the AUDACITY. "You ASSHOLE."

The look in Ranboo's eyes was almost endearing. "Did you ever think anything less?" he responded before leaving, shutting the door behind him.