**Chapter 1: The Stranger at the Gate**
The sun dipped low over the sprawling estate, casting golden streaks across the manicured lawn. Nobita adjusted his silk robe, the fabric clinging to his lean frame as he sipped a glass of chilled wine on the veranda. He played the part of the aloof houseowner with ease, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for the man who would soon disrupt his pristine world. The game was on, and his pulse quickened at the thought of what was to come.
A figure emerged at the iron gate, tattered clothes hanging off broad shoulders, a devilish smirk curling his lips. Dekisugi. Even in rags, he exuded raw, untamed power. Nobita’s breath hitched as he watched his husband stride forward, embodying the desperate beggar with a hunger that was anything but pretend.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Nobita drawled, setting his glass down with deliberate slowness. He leaned against the railing, his tone dripping with mockery. “A stray dog sniffing around my property? I don’t hand out scraps to just anyone, you know.”
Dekisugi’s dark eyes gleamed as he stopped just beyond the gate, his voice low and rough. “Oh, I’m not here for scraps, pretty boy. I’m here for something much... tastier. Open this gate, or I’ll climb over and take what I want.”
Nobita laughed, sharp and cutting, though heat pooled in his core at the threat. “You? Take from me? I’d like to see you try, beggar. This estate is mine, and I don’t bend for filth like you.”
“Filth, huh?” Dekisugi growled, gripping the bars of the gate, his knuckles whitening. “Keep talking, houseowner. I’ll have you begging for this filth before the night’s through. Let me in, or I’ll make a scene your fancy neighbors won’t forget.”
Nobita’s lips twitched into a smirk as he sauntered down the steps, hips swaying with purpose. He unlocked the gate, stepping back with a taunt. “Fine. Come in. But don’t expect me to play nice. I bite harder than any stray.”
Dekisugi pushed through, towering over Nobita as the gate clanged shut. The air between them crackled, thick with tension. “Good,” Dekisugi rasped, stepping closer, his breath hot against Nobita’s ear. “I like it when my prey fights back. Makes it sweeter when I pin you down.”
Nobita’s eyes narrowed, but his body betrayed him, a shiver racing down his spine. “Dream on, beggar. I’m not some weakling you can just—” His words cut off as Dekisugi grabbed his wrist, yanking him closer, their chests colliding.
“Enough games,” Dekisugi snarled, his free hand sliding to grip Nobita’s jaw, forcing their gazes to lock. “I’m starving, and you’re the feast I’ve been craving. You gonna keep mouthing off, or are you gonna let me taste that sharp tongue of yours?”
Nobita’s smirk returned, defiant even as his heart pounded. “Taste? Oh, honey, you’ll have to work for it. I don’t give anything for free.”
Dekisugi’s grin was feral as he backed Nobita against the stone wall of the estate, the rough surface biting into Nobita’s back through the thin robe. “Work? I’ll work you over ‘til you’re dripping for me, houseowner. Bet that pretty ass of yours is already aching to be claimed.”
Nobita’s breath hitched, but he held his ground, voice dripping with challenge. “Big talk for a man in rags. Let’s see if that cock of yours is as hard as your attitude.”
Dekisugi’s eyes darkened, and in one swift motion, he crushed his lips against Nobita’s, the kiss raw and demanding. Nobita pushed back just as fiercely, their tongues battling for dominance as hands roamed, gripping, pulling. The heat between them was electric, sweat already beading on their skin as they panted into each other’s mouths, horny and hungry for more. Nobita felt the hard press of Dekisugi against him, and a wicked thrill shot through him—he wasn’t about to make this easy, but damn, he was already wet with anticipation.
Their bodies ground together, the promise of something explosive building as Dekisugi’s hand slid lower, teasing the edge of Nobita’s robe. The night was just beginning, and they both knew neither would walk away unscathed.
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