forget her name

Rating: Explicit 

Fandom: SAO

Pairing: Kirito / Kirito 

Tags: noncon, dubcon, mind break

Summary: Escape from RATH was within Kazuto's grasp but before he could step foot on the ship that would take him to freedom, RATH revealed its ultimate trump card: androids who are made in his exact likeliness. Kazuto has no chance to resist - one doppelganger takes his place on the ship while the other drags him down into the belly of the Sea Turtle and makes sure he never thinks of escape again

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Every two weeks at exactly 14:00 sharp, a ship docked in the east port of the Sea Turtle. Its arrival would hardly cause waves. He doubted it made so much as even a blip on the majority of the population’s radar. Most probably didn’t even know about it or only knew the vaguest details. Not because any of the higher ups were trying to hide something – no, that secrecy was saved for the ships and helicopters that arrived late in the night, when only those authorized were allowed outside of the living quarters. Rather, there was nothing being brought in that was of any significance. It was what, or who, was leaving that had any kind of importance. The ship was used to charter those going on shore leave back to the mainland. Again, nothing that would matter much to anyone expect those who were getting a break from the continuous grind of RATH’s demanding work.

Obviously, if shore leave hadn’t been cleared, any attempt to board the boat would be denied. He’d seen a couple poor souls try to sneak abroad, only to be dragged back and ordered to put in yet another request. Sometimes, he wondered how many of those requests went straight into the nearest shredder. It seemed like only a select few were ever granted shore leave – usually the grunt workers’ superiors and the higher-ups who watched over the goings on in the Sea Turtle like Gods gazing down from Olympus. He had applied for shore leave three times but had been denied outright each time. No explanation given – just a red ‘DENIED’ at the top of the page. It was an annoyance, sure - one he had taken in stride with his teeth clenched and hands curled into tight fists. Kazuto blew out a sharp breath through his nose, shifting his weight from one foot to another. His last request had been a couple months ago…before the reality of what he was working on came to light.

Working for RATH…it had been a dream come true. Knowing that he was part in humanity’s next step, an evolution that would advance their society for the better, the thought alone had taken his breath away. Kazuto chuckled bitterly, anxiously playing with the top of his water bottle as he watched the ship get even closer. Looking back…he should’ve noticed that something was wrong far sooner. The bizarre work environment, all the secrecy, the red tape – it was all right there in front of him but he had been so wrapped up in “doing good” that he couldn’t even see it…what RATH’s true intention was. The AI they had been working so tirelessly to develop, it was to be weaponized and sold off to the highest bidder. RATH wasn’t interested in helping society advance. No, all those bastards cared about was money. Kazuto grinded his teeth together, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. He should’ve known; he should have seen it! If he had just looked a little deeper instead of letting himself be blinded the initial excitement, he wouldn’t be in this situation!

Tucked into the jacket of his hoodie was a flash drive. On it was all the information he had been able to gather about RATH’s true plans. It had taken him nearly a week to safely accumulate all of it then another ten days to put his escape together. No way he could request shore leave again – he had already raised enough suspicion by that point. Besides, the likelihood of RATH okaying it this time around was as low as the office workers’ morale. That left him with only one choice: fabricate the necessary documents, make up a story that sounded believable enough and invite Asuna to come pick him up in the desperate hope that it would make all the bullshit he was spewing seem concrete. The documents he had spent days painstakingly putting together were safely folded in his jacket’s pocket. He had bribed one of the guards and couple of the ferrymen to look the other way. One of his coworkers was actively spreading the lie that the reason he wasn’t at work was because he was sick. As far as he knew, no one had caught onto what his plan was…but he could never be certain.

If there was one thing RATH did well, it was luring people into a false sense of security. Kazuto’s hands clenched tighter around the water bottle. The plastic crunched loudly, drawing the attention of some nearby workers who were waiting for the boat as well. He ignored them, keeping his unflinching gaze focused straight ahead. It was much safer to allow them to make up their own assumptions, rather try to explain away his nerves. Still, he forced his grip to relax, tossing the bottle into a nearby recycling bin. While he was sure that the people around him would just think that he was nervous about getting on the boat or maybe even reluctant to leave, he didn’t want to keep displaying nervous behavior. He was surrounded by people who would happily sell out their own family if it meant making RATH happy. Just him being there was suspicious enough, though it didn’t seem like anyone had caught onto the fact that he wasn’t supposed to be there. These bastards rarely bothered noticing the office workers, though he couldn’t really refer to himself like that. He was high enough in the hierarchy that everyone on the dock would know his name, at least – which only made this whole thing even more difficult. Kazuto’s gaze flickered around. Had any of these bastards reported his presence here? Were they watching him out of the corner of their eye, waiting for the right moment to pounce?

A loud, blaring horn jolted him out of his anxious thoughts. Kazuto’s head jerked up. He did his best to keep his relief off his face. The boat was nearly here. Stepping forward, Kazuto scanned the deck. There! Right at the bow was a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair, wafting in the breeze. At the sight of his beloved Asuna, he could no longer hold back a smile of relief. Exhaling shakily, hardly able to believe that he had made it off, that he was going to get back to the mainland and let everyone know just what RATH was really doing, Kazuto started forward, meaning to be the first person at the gate. Since Asuna was there, it’d be easy enough to play it off as being happy to be reunited with her – partially because that was the truth. Even seeing her from a distance was filling him with a joy that hadn’t experienced in months. Grinning widely, Kazuto made his way down the dock. He was just about to step down towards the gate when a powerful hand grabbed hold of his arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A strangely familiar voice asked behind him.

Cold swelled up in the center of his chest, dribbling down into his belly. Letting out a wheezing breath, Kazuto slowly turned around. His eyes widened in shock. Standing behind him, creating a barrier that boxed him in, were four androids. It was easy to tell them apart from all the humans standing around by the unnatural glow of their eyes. The presence of androids wasn’t entirely surprisingly – they were all over the Sea Turtle – but the fact that two of them were almost exact copies of him was. Kazuto gawked up into his own face. One of the doppelganger androids was an exact copy – same height, body type, everything – but the other one was more Kirito, his in-game avatar – taller, more muscular, broad. That one had his hand wrapped around Kazuto’s forearm, holding it in a vice grip. Kazuto’s stare bounced back and forth between them. He hardly even noticed the other two, which were standard issue. His android doppelgangers gazed back impassively. The bigger one slowly started to smile, a spark of amusement igniting in his dark eyes.

“Wha…what is this?” Kazuto asked, too stunned to be enraged that RATH had made androids in his likeliness. He knew he was important to them but hadn’t realized it went to this extent!

“You didn’t really think RATH would just let you go, did you?” The exact doppelganger smirked, “They caught onto what you were doing weeks ago.”

Blinking rapidly, Kazuto gawked at him for a moment then spun around, shouting at the top of his lungs, “ASUNA! GO BACK! I’VE-!”

“She can’t hear you.” The exact doppelganger stepped forward, walking past him towards the gate. Turning to shoot a devious smile over his shoulder, he continued, “We erected a small barrier a few minutes ago. Right now, Asuna is searching the docks, looking for you. And soon, she’ll see someone who she’ll think is you.”

“No…” Kazuto whispered, all the breath whooshing out of his lungs in a harsh, wheezing gasp.

The exact doppelganger’s grin grew even wider, “You thought you were free but RATH, they’ve been planning on replacing you with one of us for months now. When they figured out what you were trying to do, they realized that now would be a perfect time to put their plan into action. If you had just been a good boy, you would’ve had a few more weeks of freedom but no,” the Kirito android stepped in close, reaching up to brush the tips of his fingers along the curve of his jaw, “you had to play the hero. That decision ultimately helped out RATH, speeding up their timeline and making it so much easier to do this.”

“No!” Kazuto snarled.

He reared back a clenched fist, intending to smash it into that smug bastard’s face but the doppelganger android behind him grabbed hold of his arm, yanking it behind his back. Clenching his teeth tightly together, Kazuto viciously struggled, throwing his weight around, kicking out his legs but it was no use. He was no match for the android’s strength! Spinning around, Kazuto slammed his foot as hard as he could against the doppelganger’s midsection. A wave of pain radiated up his leg as he came into contact with the android’s synthetic body. Gritting his teeth, not at all deterred, Kazuto changed his approach, aiming a sweep at the android’s legs. It was like smashing into a brick wall. His doppelganger just grinned widely down at him, watching his struggle with a weirdly delighted, flushed expression. To Kazuto’s shock and disgust, the doppelganger was hard. Mouth hanging open slightly, he stared stupidly at the prominent bulge, unconsciously flinching back when his clothed, erect cock twitched. While he was distracted by the fact that not only did this android have that kind of feature but was hard as well, the doppelganger lashed down to grab a handful of his hair.

Dragging him up off the floor, his sadistic grin growing even wider when Kazuto let out a cry of pain, his hands flying up to scratch at the doppelganger’s arm, Kirito purred, “Don’t worry about Asuna. He’s gonna take good care of her, aren’t you?”

The other android laughed lightly, “You’re making me sound so villainous. I’m just filling his role so as not to raise suspicion.”

“Asuna will never buy it!” Kazuto snapped, his teeth tightly clenched together, “She’ll know you’re not the real me!”

Rolling his eyes, the exact duplicate gestured at himself, “With RATH’s technology? Nah, she’ll never know anything is even slightly wrong. See, I’ve been programmed with an exact copy of your personality, created when you were still deeply integrated in the game. We’re practically the same person. So tell me…when I’m your exact copy, how is Asuna going to know any different?”

Kazuto had no answer for that. He could only stare numbly up at his exact duplicate.

Kneeling down in front of him, the android commented, “Too bad for you…if you were only a little less important, RATH might’ve just put a bullet through your head but no, the life you dreamed of having is about to be inhabited by a copy of yourself and you…well, RATH has got something really special planned for you.”

“And we should get to it.” Kirito laughed, dragging Kazuto back slightly, “The boat is almost here. Make sure to check in when you reach the store.”

“Of course.” Straightening up, the exact copy walked off towards the dock, offering a two fingered salute as he went. “Have fun you two!

“Stop-!” Kazuto started to cry out but before he could up more a struggle, Kirito started to drag him backwards. He desperately kicked, scratched and punched at the android. None of it seemed to faze him. He walked along, seemingly oblivious to Kazuto’s fight. Panting heavily, cold panic thrumming through his veins, Kazuto grabbed at poles, doors, anything he could get his hands on. Kirito easily wrenched him away, dragging him down multiple staircases as they descended deeper into the Sea Turtle. When he tried to ask the Kirito android where he was taking him, all he got in response was a leering smile. Despite the android’s silence, it didn’t take him long to figure it out. He knew this area well. As they passed through the security checkpoint that was usually armed to the teeth but was eerily empty this time around, a cold jolt wracked Kazuto’s body. The Soul Translator…that was where they were going. Why? Was RATH intending on keeping him prisoner inside one of the worlds? Kazuto tightly clenched his teeth. If that was the case, then he needed to get away now!

Pausing by the doors, Kirito punched in the access code. Sucking in a deep breath through the gaps in his teeth, Kazuto reared one fist back and slammed it against the base of the android’s spine. In most RATH models, there was a small area around that area that, when pressure was applied to it, could overwhelm the android’s processes, leading to a brief shutdown. It was put into place to make sure that if an android should ever go into a crazed state, it could be contained without significant harm to the synthetic body. His fingers crunched against the steel like muscle fibers, sending a shockwave of pain up his arm. The Kirito android didn’t even flinch. He turned to beam down at Kazuto again as the doors whooshed open.

“You don’t have to worry so much.” Kirito said breezily, dragging a vehemently struggling Kazuto through the doors and into the Soul Translator. That nonchalant, yet sinister grin was really starting to unnerve him. Once he got his chance, he was going to punch it straight off this bastard’s face. Didn’t matter that he’d break his hand doing so – he just wanted him to stop fucking smiling like that, “I’m going to make this enjoyable for you. I’ve been programmed with some special features to make sure that this is so good, you won’t even remember your own name by the end. And if you do, well, RATH already has that covered. So smile, Kazuto! All of your worries about to fade away into bliss and oblivion.”

“What are you talking about?” Kazuto demanded breathlessly, panting from exertion. Sweat rolled down his brow. He hated how badly he was trembling. The last thing he wanted to show this bastard was an ounce of fear but no matter how much bravado he tried to display, there was no hiding his terror, “What is RATH planning?!”

Kirito’s grin grew even wider, becoming almost demonic as the bright light of the Soul Translator created an odd swath of shadows on his duplicated face. Androids normally didn’t display strong emotions but this one…the glee dancing in his eyes was almost deranged. Coming to a stop directly in front of the Soul Translator, so close that Kazuto could hear its distinct hum, Kirito squatted down. He wrenched him forward, shoving his face into Kazuto’s. When he tried to jerk away, he curled his fingers tighter into his hair, easily holding him in place. Sliding his tongue out of his mouth, Kirito pressed it to the fullest part of his cheek and dragged it up to his temple. Kazuto flinched, his stomach rolling in disgust as the hot wetness of the android’s tongue glided over his skin. Bastard-! What was he trying to-?! A harsh jolt shook his body when one of Kirito’s large hands pushed between his thighs to firmly squeeze his flaccid cock. Crying out in alarm, Kazuto grabbed at his wrist and wrenched back but, unsurprisingly, couldn’t budge him an inch. Grinning manically, Kirito began to gently knead and fondle his dick through his pants.

“BAS-!” Kazuto choked out. Fresh heat poured into his face. The skin around his jaw, cheeks and forehead felt uncomfortably tight. His heart thudded hard against the interior of his ribs. A strange sizzling tingling began to pulse in the base of his belly. Kazuto’s eyes widened in horror. No…no, no, no-! He…he was getting hard-! This bastard android touching him was getting him hard! Gritting his teeth together, his breath coming fast and uneven, Kazuto reared back one clenched fist. He slammed it as hard as he could against the android’s cheek. His fingers crunched loudly as they collided with the hard metal of Kirito’s skeletal structure. The skin stretched across his knuckles burst from the impact, splattering blood all over his hand and Kirito’s cheek. Pain radiated up his arm in a bolt of electric agony. Choking out a strangled groan, Kazuto jerked his arm away. The bastard was still smiling, looking even more demonic now with blood smeared across his skin. He watched Kazuto silently as he pulled back his arm once more, bringing it down straight onto his nose with even more force. The first blow…he wasn’t certain whether he broke his fingers or not but that second blow…he didn’t have to look at his mangled hand to know he had done a lot of damage. Still, that didn’t deter him. Even if this bastard was still not showing any signs that these blows were affecting him, he wasn’t going to go down easy!

“You’re so cute, Kazuto.” Kirito purred, easily catching his arm to stop him from his third strike attempt. He slammed a hand down onto his chest, knocking all the air out of his lungs. Kazuto collapsed onto the floor, choking and gasping. Powerful hands grabbed hold of his arm, roughly rolling him over onto his stomach. Before he had a chance to react, Kirito’s large hand had wrapped snugly around his hips, yanking his butt high up into the air. His cheek pressed to the cold, smooth floor. Still wearing that demented grin, he grabbed hold of Kazuto’s wrists, pinning both to the small of his back. Exhaling harshly, Kirito leaned in close, bringing his mouth close to his ear. His breath smelled strongly of hot metal and ozone. In this position, Kazuto could feel the bastard android’s large, hot bulge grinding against his butt. Why…why was this freak hard?! Grinding his teeth together, Kazuto tried to wriggle away but it was like he was trapped underneath a boulder, “But this is getting old. While I like watching you struggle hopelessly, RATH is expecting this to be completed sooner rather than later so let’s get started, shall we?”

“What are you-OOOOGGGHHH?!!!”

In one smooth motion, Kirito slid back at the same time he was shoving a hand underneath the hem of Kazuto’s jeans. He wrenched them down, exposing his backside. Laughing gleefully, he roughly groped one of his plush cheeks, spreading him open to reveal his hole. A gush of nauseous cold flooded into his belly before capitulating as a swell of bile up his throat. All the heat drained away from his face, replaced with a clammy chill then, just as quickly as it disappeared, it came rushing back in as a feverish burn. Kazuto sputtered incomprehensibly. Why…why was this fucker pulling down his pants?! Why was he messing with his butt?! Did he plan on sticking a tracker or something up in there?! This didn’t make any sense! Was he just trying to humiliate him?! His mind raced with all the possibilities, distracting him, momentarily, from what was going on behind him. His attention only came crashing back to the current moment when something very large, very hot and very wet pressed to his virgin hole. A dense sheet of ice coated his muscle. All the air in his lungs vanished without a trace. Wha…what was that…? What was this bastard…pressing against him…?

Violently trembling, the stark knowledge of what that was hanging around the edges of his unconscious, Kazuto twisted around to gawk up at his almost duplicate. It was difficult to see a lot in this position…he didn’t need to see all that much to finally fully recognize what was about to happen to him. All he had to do was take on look at Kirito’s dementedly gleeful expression, almost grotesque in his stretch and shadow. A mad gleam of lusting delight burned in his dark eyes. He only had enough time to register what it was that this bastard was going to do before Kirito rammed his hips forward, driving a shockingly large cock deep inside his hole. White washed across his vision. The Soul Translator room was already deathly quiet but there had been the hum, the sound of them both breathing – everything fading away, drowned out by the roaring buzz filling up his head. Every trace of cold vanished in one ragged breath. Hips straining up off the floor, Kazuto came with a strangled scream. Pleasure – devastatingly loud, scraping, tearing pleasure – tore through his nerves, setting every nerve in his body alight.

Laughing loudly, the noise like nails on a chalkboard inside his head, Kirito released his hands in favor of clamping down painfully tight onto his hips, holding him in place as he brutally slammed into him. Squealing at the top of his lungs, disgusted and nauseous by the lewd, sordid sounds pouring out of him, Kirito desperately scratched at the floor. Tears streamed down his scorched cheeks. Drool bubbled out between his clenched teeth. His throbbing cock swung back and forth between his trembling thighs. His tingling balls hung heavy and swollen. Blazing heat speared into him, spreading out from his butt to his belly. Harsh pants and moans, intermixed with crazed laughter, rained down on top of his head.

Kirito’s cock…it was so hot inside him-! He was so big-! He…he was a virgin down there but his cock…this monstrous length was sliding in and out without the slightest hint of pain or itch. Heavy, prominent veins scraped against his insides, sending out shockwaves of gnawing ecstasy. Despite having just cum, it…it already felt like he was gonna cum again-! What…what was wrong with him?! Why…why did this feel so good-?! He…he didn’t want to be fucked by his doppelganger android-! He…he only wanted to do this sort of thing with Asuna-! He…he hated it-! Something…something was very wrong with him…he…he never would react like this…if this bastard hadn’t done something to him-! Asuna…she was the only one…the only one who could ever make him feel good-!

“STOP-! TAKE IT OUT-! TAKE IT OUT-! GET OUT OF ME-! STOP-! STOP-!” Kazuto shrieked through his teeth. Dredging up what strength he could find, he tried to crawl away, only for the bastard android to slam a hand down onto the middle of his back, driving him back to the floor. Hot breath echoed in his ear as Kirito leaned down to nip at his earlobe. He rammed forward, burying his length deep inside and roughly rolled his hips to grind his length against his spasming insides. A fresh blast of electric ecstasy burst out from his overstimulated butt. Every muscle in his body tensed up until it felt like his bones might be crushed to powder underneath the intense pressure. Eyes rolling back in his head, Kazuto came again as he screamed and wailed. His butt-! His butt-! His butt was so hot-! Melting-! His butt…his head-! Both felt like they were melting! What was wrong with him?! This…this violation, this degradation-! It felt incredible-! Why-?! Why did it have to feel so good-?! Kazuto sobbed uncontrollably. His chest heaved with each harsh, hiccupping breaths. Dense fog clung to his mind, making it nearly impossible to think. His head swam with feverish dizziness, exacerbated by his inability to get in enough oxygen.

“Does it feel good, Kazuto?” Kirito purred into his ear. He pulled his hips back until just the head of his cock was inside then slammed forward. Kazuto cried out shrilly, a spurt of precum flying out of his cock. Giggling low in his throat, Kirito repeated the motion over and over again – slowly sliding back until he was just about to slip out before stuffing him completely full once more. By the fifth or sixth time, Kazuto was a howling mess. It felt so good-! It felt so incredibly good when Kirito slid out, rubbing against his entrance-! It felt incredible when he stretched him impossibly open, forcing him to take every inch of his immense dick-! Cumming…cumming, cumming, cumming-! He was gonna-! He was gonna cum-! Back arching, his legs quaking, Kazuto orgasmed for the third time, adding even more mess to the once pristinely polished floor. Sweat drenched his quaking body. There was no strength left in his body. He collapsed, gasping and whimpering. A large hand rested in the center of his back. Kirito continued to buck and roll his hips, fucking him with enough force to make him bounce every time they collided. Despite having cum three times now, his cock was still rock hard. Not even the cold of the floor could dampen the intense heat throbbing in his crotch.

“STOP-! PLEASH-! PLEASH-! NO MORE-! MY HEAD-! MY HEAD FEELS WEIRD-!” Kazuto squealed, his voice a slurred mess. His tongue hung lewdly out of his mouth. He couldn’t focus on anything – everything was a grey and white blur. Kirito’s warmth pressed in on his back, surrounding him in the stench of hot metal. The slightest hint of panic thrummed somewhere deep inside his muddled mind, kept at bay by the endless waves of pleasure crashing over him. Even when he tried to grab hold of it, tried to train all that was left of his concentration on it, it kept slipping free of his grasp, darting away to the last remaining scraps of his rationality. With each passing second, those scraps became more and more scarce. The panic faded further from existence, howling and wailing for him to remember Asuna, to remember what he needed to do but those hollow words had as much effect as the blows he had delivered against the bastard android.

“Stop?” Kirito laughed, nuzzling against the side of his head, “Don’t be silly, Kazuto. Why would I stop now when you’re obviously enjoying it so much?”

“NOT!” Kazuto screamed jaggedly, “I’M NOT-!”

“You’re not? Then what’s-” Kirito jerked back, grabbing hold of his hips to roll him over onto his back. He slipped his arms underneath Kazuto’s trembling frame, easily lifting him up off the floor. Dropping down onto his butt, he yanked him into his lap. The sudden change of position pushed him even further down onto his immense cock. The bulbous head grinded against the base of his belly. Throwing his head back, brows tightly knit together over a bulging, wild-eyed stare, Kazuto squealed shrilly as he came for a fourth time. Watery ropes of jizz splattered all over Kirito’s stomach. Reaching up to clamp a hand down on the back of his head, Kirito pulled his head down, forcing him to look at his still erect cock, as well as the mess covering both of them, “this? Huh, Kazuto? What’s this? You’re not enjoying it but you’ve cum this much?”

“I-! I-!” Kazuto gasped, fresh tears burning at the corner of his eyes, “You-! Did something-! To me-!”

“Me? The only thing I did was make you see how much of a cockslut you are. Sure, my penis can generate a lube that has a muscle relaxant in it but that’s it, Kazuto. No, all of this…how strongly you’re reacting, how much you love this…that’s all you. You’re a whore, Kazuto. A slut who wants nothing more than to be used and abused by a big, fat cock. Come on, Kazuto, just admit it. You’ll feel so much better when you do.” Kirito breathed, sliding his hands down to tightly squeeze Kazuto’s ass.

He began to move again, thrusting up into him. Loud moans poured out of Kazuto’s sloppy mouth. Dropping his head into the curve of Kirito’s shoulder, clinging tightly to the back of his shirt, Kazuto tried to continue protesting but…it…it felt so good…Deep…Kirito’s cock was so deep inside him…he could feel him in his belly…it felt so good…what was wrong with him? He shouldn’t be enjoying this-! Asuna…he had just been seconds away from holding his beloved Asuna in his arms-! Why…why was this driving him crazy?! It didn’t make any sense-! Unless he…he…Kazuto exhaled shakily. Kirito changed the position of his thrusts ever so slightly, ramming the tip of his cock hard against a spot inside him that, as soon as it was stimulated, sent out a bolt of electric pleasure so intensely strong that Kazuto came again right away. Throwing his head back, his mouth shaped into a perfect O, he wildly bucked and rolled his hips, grinding his length against Kirito’s muscular belly. GOOD-! IT FELT SO GOOD-! BEING FUCKED BY KIRITO’S COCK FELT SO GOOD-! HE COULDN’T-! HE COULDN’T-!

“There we go…” Kirito giggled, leaning in to nip hard at the curve of his throat. “Doesn’t it feel good, Kazuto?”

“GOOD!!” Kazuto squealed, a delirious smile stretched across his brightly flushed face. He clung to Kirito’s shoulder, using what strength he had left to fuck himself on his big, fat cock. “FEELS SO GOOD-! MORE-! MORE-! FUCK ME MORE-! HARDER-! MAKE ME CUM-! I WANNA CUM EVEN MORE-! FUCK ME-! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK-!”

“Good boy.” Kirito’s demented grin grew even wider, “Now, here’s your reward!”

Curling his arms even tighter around Kazuto’s violently trembling body, squishing him close to his sweaty chest, Kirito abruptly ramped up the pace, slamming up into him with enough force to make it feel like he might puncture his belly. Squealing at the top of his lungs, bouncing back and forth from the sheer strength behind each thrust, Kazuto incoherently begged and wailed for more. Cock-! Cock-! Being fucked by a big, fat cock felt so good-! He…he couldn’t think straight-! Nothing else mattered-! All he wanted was more of this immense cock-! Asuna…the outside world…RATH…everything they were doing – none it mattered anymore-! He didn’t care-! All he wanted was even more cock-! He wanted to be destroyed by Kirito’s cock-! The pace of Kirito’s thrusts was becoming erratic and unbalanced. His breath came quick, uneven and ragged.

Gasping shallowly, Kazuto panted, “Cum-! Cumming-! Are you cumming?! Inside! Cum inside-! Pleash! Please-! Cum inside-! I want it inside-! I want you to cum inside-! Please-! PleaEEEESSSHHH!!!”

Lunging down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of Kazuto’s shoulder, Kirito shoved up to bury his length inside his twitching ass. A burst of scalding hot fluid flooded into his insides, coating the spasming walls in a heavy wall of jizz. Screaming at the top of his lungs, convulsing in Kirito’s hold, Kazuto came one last time, expending the last of the semen in his balls as an almost painful crush of pleasure slammed into him. Good…having his belly filled up with cum felt so good-! It was so warm-! More…he wanted even more-! He wanted-! Suddenly, the thick length was gone from his ass. Kazuto had just enough time to whimper in disappointment before Kirito was dragging him by the arm across the floor. Without a word, wearing a big smile, Kirito threw him head first into the Soul Translator. Despite the abruptness of everything, Kazuto felt no panic or alarm. Something told him that Kirito would be close behind.

He landed on a patch of grass with a soft ‘oomph!’. Slowly sitting up, a little annoyed at being tossed around unceremoniously, Kazuto glanced around. It took his muddled mind several moments to realize where he was. His eyes widened in surprise. The Underworld…this was the Underworld. Blinking slowly, his breath coming in shallow pants, Kazuto clumsily got to his feet. Why was he in the-. Before he could finish the thought, an intense bolt of agonizing pain pierced through his head. Crying out sharply, dropping down to his knees, Kazuto clutched at his head. It hurt-! It hurt-! It…it felt like someone was driving a spike through his brain-! His stomach rolled and lurched in protest. He couldn’t draw in breath. What…what was happening to him-?! Then, just as suddenly as the pain appeared, it was gone. Kazuto collapsed onto his side, gasping raggedly. He…he felt so weak…what…what just happened to him?

“You look really pathetic right now.” A familiar, amused voice said from above him.

Pulling in a shuddering breath, black spots swimming across his blurred vision, Kazuto slowly turned his head to look up, “K-Kirito…”

A wave of relief washed through him as he met those familiar dark eyes. Blinking sluggishly, Kazuto struggled to sit up. Once he was on his butt, he looked around. What…what was he doing on the ground? Did he trip over something? No…he didn’t think so. Confused, Kazuto looked back up at Kirito, who only smiled brightly. Bending down, Kirito slipped his hands underneath Kazuto’s arms, easily lifting him up off the ground. Setting him onto his feet, he brushed dirt off his simple slacks. Kazuto was still unsteady on his feet. He clung to Kirito’s shoulders to keep himself upright. As he was being taken care off, he looked around a little more. What were they doing out here again? No matter how much he wracked his mind, he couldn’t remember. They were out here to do…something…right?

“What’s going on, Kirito?” Kazuto asked when he straightened up.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Kirito asked in return, stepping in close. He pressed their bodies flush together, curling his arms around Kazuto’s smaller frame.

A bloom of heat blossomed in Kazuto’s cheeks. That warmth grew even more intense as he melted into Kirito’s hold and felt the distinct bulge grinding against him. His heart leapt up into his throat. Kirito’s cock…he was already hard-! The intense desire to drop to his knees, yank down his trousers and take that big length into his throat nearly overwhelmed him. They had done it earlier but he…he still wanted even more-! He wanted that big thing inside him-! Drying in a deep breath, forcing himself to focus on Kirito’s face, his hole twitching hungrily, Kazuto said, “I’m sorry but I don’t remember what we came out here for. There must’ve been a reason, right?”

Tilting his head slightly, Kirito’s grin grew even wider. For a split second, there was almost something terrifying about it. The moment passed quickly, forgotten just as quickly as it came on. Kazuto gazed quietly up at him, curious as to what Kirito was so delighted about. Leaning down, Kirito pressed a firm kiss to his lips.

“I thought we were looking for Asuna, Kazuto.” Kirito murmured.

“Huh? Who’s Asuna?” Kazuto asked. That name didn’t even sound familiar. Was it a girl who went missing or something? There did seem to be a lot of kids who disappeared at random.

Kirito hummed low in his throat, “Never mind, it’s not important. I was thinking about something else. Since we’re out here,” he leaned back, flashing a mischievous grin, “how about we have some fun, huh?”

Eyes widening with excitement, knowing exactly what that meant, Kazuto didn’t waste any breath. Wriggling out of Kirito’s hold, he danced away a couple steps, shoved down his trousers and dropped down onto his hands and knees. Glancing behind him with a sweet look on his face, he wiggled his hips enticingly. That was all he needed to do to get Kirito moving. Laughing quietly, he stepped forward, lowered himself onto his knees and unbuttoned his trousers. The pace of Kazuto’s breathing sped up rapidly. Kirito’s cock-! Kirito’s cock-! He…he was gonna put it inside-! He was gonna fuck him with his cock-! He was gonna-! Something big, hot and wet pressed to his already drenched entrance. Curling his hands tight around Kazuto’s hips, he rammed forward, driving the entire length inside. Squealing gleefully, Kazuto slammed back, rubbing his butt against Kirito’s pubic bone. Good-! Good-! It felt so good-! Grunting loudly, Kirito began to pound into him, fucking him with the kind of ferocity he had quickly come to love and desire. More-! He wanted even more-! He wanted Kirito to fuck him until he couldn’t even remember his own name-!