Gundham Tanaka X Kazuichi Souda NSFW Lemon // pet play and heavy lemon warning

Hazardous Punishment

What was I doing with my life?

What had I gotten into?

Why did I agree with you?

I'm putting my trust in you.

I don't know why I trust you.

It feels... wrong...

Yet strangely... right.

I made this decision because...

I like this.

It makes me feel useful!

This helps fill the void.

I... like this.

~*~

Gundam stirred from a pleasant night sleep. It had been the most relaxing one he'd had since the Worst, Most Despairing Incident had started. His thoughts were a little blurry, but as he tightened the bandages on his arm, he realized, he wasn't in his own room. This room, full of rusting metal and dismantled machinery, papers pinned up on the walls and strewn across the floor detailing elaborate death traps, blood stained carpets and dust covered workbenches, wasn't his. This was Kazuichi Souda's room.

The events of the day before played through his head, reviving the pale red flush on his face that he'd wished to cover with his scarf. He'd had violent, despair induced intercourse with the Mechanic of Despair. It was brought on by him angering Souda to the point that his own eye had nearly been gouged out by a screw driver. The bite marks adorning his body were proof enough of what had happened. None of this really made that much sense to him, especially since he was fairly convinced that Souda hated him, but... now he was certain that Souda was the only one who didn't hate him.

He noticed that his clothes, previously left in the execution room that Souda had designed for Mondo Oowada, were sitting on the nightstand, fully cleaned, and with a note on them. It read:

"Yo, I hope you slept well, princess~ I took the liberty of cleaning your dirty clothes. You can thank me later. For now, get a good breakfast, get dressed, take care of any business you may have, and then please meet me in the execution chamber I am currently working on. You made a commitment to me and I'mma hold ya to it, hamster-chan~ Ya better not have slept too long.

~Kazuichi Souda"

Gundam tried to shake some sense into himself, there was still more that had happened. He remembered being carried to this room, and then taking a shower. He'd just contemplate what happened after that once he had gotten dressed. He pulled on the many layers of his usual attire and then walked down the hall to his own room. He did have a few things he needed to do that Souda's room didn't hold accommodations for. First off, his pet falcon needed food. He fed it and then moved on to the bathroom. He'd forgotten to take the contact out of his eye and it was starting to get dry and blurry. He went to his own bathroom, removed the contact, and put in his replacement. Sure, it was only used to change his eye color to red, but he did need to take them out and soak them in solution every so often. He didn't really want to lie, and he wished he could have naturally red irises, but that day wouldn't come any time soon.

As he replaced his contact, he looked in the mirror, remembering what he'd agreed to. He came out, began cuddling the pink haired mechanic, and was asked a question. The waves of memories came crashing back...

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"So, Tanaka-san... What do you know about... pet play?" Tanaka's face was radiating with that familiar tomato red glow that he'd been giving off since he started interacting with this man. Souda's grin widen at this reaction. Tanaka must have known a lot about pet play.