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The day had just started as the smaller male decided to put his plan into action. He had made the militant wait long enough for the promised show. And he aimed for nothing less to shake him to his core in a way and let him ache for him.

Taking risky photos and gifting them to someone was something new and exciting. And it was something that he hadn't seen him do before, but Niragi made him do so many things already, he believed he was incapable of doing.

This was also time for payback, so to speak even if he would end up going down with him.

For a moment he felt his breath hitch in his throat, but it was more from excitement than anything else.

Chishiya had found the Polaroid camera during one of his strolls through abandoned shops on the search for something useful to build his little gadgets. Back then he had simply grabbed it on a whim together with a bunch of films, not really caring about the size of them. Maybe he had the brief idea of documenting his progress on his inventions, but in the end it had landed at the back of one of his drawers.

And his memory was triggered the moment he decided he would do more with the plush rifle than cuddle it. It was the perfect way to let Niragi see what he had been doing without having him watch in real time. He thought the other deserved some sweet torture and, depending on his reaction, he might consider letting him witness this happening again in real time.

The smaller male had never been interested in sexually teasing someone before, but it seemed a certain militant was awakening this side of him. And not that the other had breathed life into it, there was no turning back. The idea had taken shape inside his head and once he did as much as hint at it, he knew there was no turning back.

Chishiya had no idea whether the pictures he was about to take would turn out like he imagined them or whether they would just look like the mess he was feeling he was at times. But something he knew was, was the fact that the taller male loved to look at him.

He had felt his gaze on him many times before and whenever he closed his lids, he could recall Niragi's eyes darkening as he saw his naked form. He felt strangely seen and alive under his gaze, and it was a turn-on in an intensity he didn't think he was capable of.

Maybe he was really on his way to getting mad. At least sometimes it felt like this was what was happening.

It was the first time he truly felt seen and being understood in a way that scared him. Niragi made him feel more alive than he had felt in a long time, and he had decided against running from it. Maybe he should fight, feeling like this, but he didn't.

They were making each other real, for better or worse.

He was falling and he didn't want to get away, but make Niragi fall with him.

Chishiya had no idea when he had started to think about something he could surprise Niragi with and once he did, he decided it had to be unusual. Unusual in the way that it was something the taller male might expect from him.

Chishiya knew that doing what had manifested in his mind was a risky move, but he was determined to do it. He knew that once Niragi had those pictures in his hands, he was doomed in yet another way. He could use them to blackmail him, or they could get stolen. But strangely enough, he simply knew he would keep them safe.

Niragi was a possessive guy, and he had proven it time and time again with the kind of reactions that made most people back off. And the blonde had a thing for that side of his, and he knew it was showing, so the other never saw a need to hold back.

Chishiya wondered what Niragi believed he would get from him as he closed the door to his room behind himself and locked it. The Polaroid camera and the films were waiting on his bed, as well as the rifle plushie he had gifted the militant, just to see his reaction to it.

The smaller male stepped closer, then let his fingertips brush over the fabric of the shirt the taller male had gifted him and his lips curled up into his usual-cat-like smile. A few moments later, he unzipped his hoodie and then shrugged it off his shoulders. He heard it land on the floor and just a moment later his shorts and his briefs followed. He got rid of his shoes and then grabbed the shirt still laying on the bed.

Chishiya put the shirt on and then only bothered to close one or two buttons to make sure it wouldn't come off right away. He felt the fabric end on the middle of his times, being too long for him as expected. This was the perfect size though for what he had in mind.

Following a mere impulse, he lifted the collar of the shirt enough to be able to smell. A sound close to a purr came over his lips as he realized the militant had worn this shirt. The corner of his mouth curled up into a pleased smile before pulling the shirt down properly again.

He then got onto the bed and lay on his back. His hand lazily reached for the camera, and he held it so that he could take a close-up picture of his eyes. And the look in them was the one reserved for the militant only, the look that would cause things to escalate.

Once the first photo had come out, the blonde grabbed it and, after shaking it, he placed it on the nightstand. Next he took two pictures of his neck to show off the marks the other had left there. The 4th one he snapped was one of his chest that wasn't hidden by the fabric.

For a few heartbeats he found himself wondering whether Niragi thought he was the type to do something like this? In some way, it was out of character for him and at the same time, it felt natural with how things kept going down between them.

This was something he desired to do. He wanted the militant to have something to remember him by, something to look at in the hours he was alone in his room. Something for his eyes only.

Chishiya bit his lower lip without being aware of it while moving on to first take a photo of his thighs and then spreading his legs enough to take one of his innermost thighs. Next, he rolled onto his stomach, so the next shot would capture half of his butt, because the fabric had ridden up in the process.

The blonde was aware that he might not get the desired reaction from the militant, because he didn't want to show openly how he felt. Chishiya had no idea why he had been so open about things from the start, but there had been no way for him to hold back how he felt. It was like something inside of him had been set free the very moment he realized the other truly wanted him, wanted him just the way he was.

The corner of Chishiya's mouth curled up at the thought of how many first times the other had gotten out of him. And taking pics like this was just another one of them, but one he wouldn't tell him about.

A small sigh came from the young male as he placed the camera back on the mattress next to him. He stretched lazily before reaching out and taking hold of the pillow. A small sound came from him before he went ahead and straddled the pillow.

He grabbed the camera yet again to take a photo of him straddling it. The first with a bit of distance, the second one of the pillow between his thighs. A small frustrated grown came from him as he had to put the next film inside, the polaroids already taken scattered on the bed and floor.

Once the film was secure inside, Chishiya started to grind down on the pillow, riding it like he had down in the morning right before things had escalated. The sounds started to pour out immediately as his fingers dug into the pillow to get more friction out of it. His head fell back and for a few moments he just moved while thinking about Niragi.

Chishiya remembered how good it had felt to have the other deep inside of him and going further each time he had come down on him. He remembered the hands holding his hips in place as well as how his fingers had felt wrapped around him.

He had no idea how he managed to get the camera again, but once she was in his hand again, he took a few photos of him mid-movement. They would be blurry, but he didn't care. Then he took one of his face, letting him see how far gone he was. And maybe he would be able to tell he had been thinking about Niragi the whole time.

After making sure this film was full as well, the smaller male got lost in grinding down on the pillow, making sure his scent would get in and stay for a long time. His movements became faster, but before he stumbled over the edge, his lips stilled. Chishiya took a pick of himself, leaking pre-cum before getting off the pillow.

He laid down on the mattress and then waited for his body to slowly calm down again, without touching himself any further. He had decided that he didn't want the pillow to make him cum, he wanted it to be the militant that made him lose his mind. You could call him addicted, and he wouldn't be ashamed to admit it.

The blonde's breathing was still rather fast as he put the next film in before taking a photo of his exhausted face. Then the camera wandered down to document the disheveled shirt. Then he grabbed the pillow and just cuddled up on it, using the side that had been on the bed. He pretty much rubbed himself against it and took a few final photos.

A little while passed before Chishiya's body had calmed again and he let go of them plush rifle. He sat up and then started to gathered all the polariods he had taken. Once he had the last one he took he grabbed a pen and wrote something on the back of it.

'The pillow doesn't do it for me, so come and breathe life into me.'

He looked through the pictures before turning one of them around as well to write something again. The smaller male was curious whether he would get the hint that he wouldn't let himself break.

'You know where to find me.'

Once he was done, he got off the bed and just put on his own clothes after taking the shirt off and putting it somewhere safe. Next, all the polaroids wandered into the pockets of his hoodie before he grabbed the keys to the other's room.

He slipped out of his room and locked the door behind him and then made his way to Niragi's room, knowing he was currently out on patrol. Once he had reached his destination, he glanced up and down the hallway before unlocking the door.

Then the young male stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. And in the next 20 minutes, he busied himself with hiding the photos all around the other's room. Some were in obvious in less obvious places and the last he placed on top of his pillow. He attached a note he had written after he was done.

'Find us all to find out whether it's worth getting the pillow back.'

For each note written, Chishiya had done his best to write nicely, so the militant better appreciated it instead of complaining he couldn't read what he wanted to tell him.

The blonde was about to leave his room as he suddenly had another idea. He found another piece of paper and then wrote down for final note, while his lips displayed another cat-like smile.

'If you ask nicely or use the right tone to demand, you will get more photos of me wearing what is hiding in my drawer and nothing else.'

Chishiya then hid the note in Niragi's closet before finally leaving his room. He locked the door before leaving a pack of his favorite cookies in front of his door. That way, the other would know he had to pay close attention after entering his room.

And while he walked back to his room, Chishiya once again asked himself whether he had gone mad for good. This was a risky thing to do, and he couldn't be sure what the taller male's reactions would be and how fast it would come.

What he knew though was this idea was born out of his love and desire for the other, and he wanted to make sure he drove him as crazy as he drove him. It was like he bid his blood to run, and now it was only singing with his voice.

Maybe he was beyond saving now, and maybe he was more than fine with it.

Niragi would know where to find him and hopefully remind him that things between them were real and intense with no way for any of them to escape. This felt like fate, if you believed in it, that is.