Disclaimer: I do not own Dangan Ronpa.

Warning: Spoilers for the whole first game, and possibly implied spoilers for the second game.

So I was trying to write something short and fluffy to see how I felt about writing with the characters' last names instead of first names... and this happened.

Affected

Togami scowled at Naegi as the boy sat across from him in the library, paging through a book much too fast to be reading it. Why did the boy insist on spending time with him? Shouldn't insult piled on insult deter him?

Nothing about Naegi made sense. The boy seemed so ordinary at first glance, but in the trials, he'd even cornered Togami himself. Facing the boy had been strangely exhilarating, a real opponent that he hadn't expected to find. His blood pounded even from the memory, adrenaline rushing through him again at the remembered challenge.

And now Naegi could apparently just sit across from him, like it hadn't affected him at all.

Togami realized with a sharp, sudden clarity that he wanted Naegi to be affected. Just as Naegi had beaten him during the trial, he wanted to turn that defeat on itself, to leave Naegi overcome and consumed by thoughts of him.

He stood abruptly, abandoning his book on the table. "Follow me."

Naegi looked puzzled, but he didn't object as he followed Togami into the archive. That would be the best place. The door might not lock, but the rest of the students barely even entered the library at all, let alone made their way back to the dusty room. It would be better than trying to navigate the walk back to the dormitories, which would take a long enough time that Naegi would almost certainly try to chatter unnecessary questions about Togami's plans.

No, much better to take him by surprise. As soon as the door closed behind them, Togami spun, slammed Naegi against it, and crushed their mouths together.

It was a perfect plan. A successful Togami heir had to excel in all areas, and he had ensured this would be no exception. He was certain Naegi could never have experienced a kiss like this, a deliberate onslaught of pleasure to dull the mind and conquer resistance.

And sure enough, Naegi's initial shock melted into compliance. He pressed forward, arms wrapping around Togami, lips parting in willing acceptance of his defeat.

It had been so easy, Togami was almost disappointed. Not that he'd really expected Naegi to fight it, but it wasn't much of a victory if he didn't have to earn it at all. He'd thought Naegi would need more persuasion.

Instead, Naegi kissed back eagerly – not with a finesse to match Togami's, but openly and without reserve. That wasn't the reaction of a defeated opponent – it was the response of a challenger.

Well, he'd just have to show Naegi exactly what it meant to challenge Byakuya Togami. He ground his hips forward, rubbing full body against Naegi. The beautiful friction elicited a deep moan from Naegi that Togami swallowed with satisfaction, feeling the other boy's teenage hormones kick into overdrive.

He'd intended to leave that at point – to say something appropriately scathing and walk off looking untouched. In his fantasy, Naegi would stare helplessly after him, hard and needy and unable to think of anything else.

Except that unaccountably, Togami found he wasn't unaffected. The thought of pulling away from Naegi's mouth seemed as impossible as going without air. Everywhere their bodies touched shot fire directly into Togami's blood. Almost against his will, his hips thrust forward again, and yet again, white hot electricity searing through his clothes.

He'd miscalculated. He'd thought he would have no trouble walking away. Or maybe he just hadn't been able to admit how badly he'd wanted to feel Naegi writhing against him.

At least Naegi wanted it, too – there was that consolation. The boy's hands clutched at Togami like a lifeline, his breathing heavy and his eyes glazed with desire. It was an appealing look, visual evidence that Naegi's undivided attention was his.

Well, his original plan might be out of the question, but there were other ways to bring Naegi to defeat – ways that would overcome him even more thoroughly than he'd originally intended. With that thought foremost in his mind, Togami dropped his hands to unzip Naegi's pants and shove them down to his ankles, accompanying the action with an even more punishing kiss.

It should have left Naegi unable to think of anything else – but Togami realized too late that Naegi's hands had been busy too. His own dress slacks and underwear slid crumpled to the ground, exposing his arousal to the air. One of Naegi's hands snaked around to rest on Togami's naked ass, and he felt himself get even harder than before.

That wasn't right. He'd intended to destroy the commoner brat, to remove his ability to think rationally with the intensity of physical sensation. Naegi shouldn't even be able to consider trying to affect Togami in turn.

He'd just have to step things up, then. Togami broke the kiss and dropped to his knees, smirking at Naegi's gasp. This would ruin him, Togami was sure of it.

Togami had always appreciated the power inherent in the ability to give an effective blowjob. When done right, it let him completely control the recipient. A few choice swipes of the tongue and manipulations of the lips, and he owned the other man. He'd always taken malicious satisfaction in seeing an otherwise composed partner fall apart beneath his mouth, exposing weaknesses and vulnerability in the false belief that Togami's actions had done the same.

And sure enough, Naegi collapsed weakly back against the door, panting as Togami's mouth worked on him. This was how it should be – Naegi flushed and desperate and entirely focused on him. God, it felt good to put the brat in his place.

It felt really good, actually. Too good. Naegi's whimpers of pleasure jolted right down to Togami's cock, leaving him quivering with his own need. If this kept up…

Togami jerked back, scarlet flooding his face. What was wrong with him? He'd nearly brought himself to a climax just from giving Naegi a blowjob, before the other boy had even finished. Teenage over-eagerness was one thing, but that lack of self-control was ridiculous. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea. Maybe he should go, just walk away before this got any worse.

And then Naegi knelt too, face to face with Togami, and put a hand on his shoulder. The contact sizzled, every nerve too sensitive, and it drew them closer like magnets.

Naegi was the one to close the last distance, leaning forward to kiss him again. Well, at least that meant he couldn't stay away, that had to be a victory – so Togami allowed it, even tilting accommodatingly back when Naegi climbed forward for better access.

They toppled back onto the floor, Naegi straddling him and pressing him to the ground. Togami would have demanded to know what Naegi thought he was doing, but the other boy's lips were too distracting for the question to stay in his head. This kiss grew sloppier than their first, Togami's mouth still sore and tingling from being wrapped around Naegi, but for all that it was even more heated. Naegi trailed his mouth up Togami's jaw in a line of pure fire, leaving him gasping. He tried to swallow back the sounds as Naegi did wonderful things to the sensitive skin below his ear, but how was he supposed to be quiet with such provocation?

But Naegi seemed to understand. Without stopping his maddening kisses, he pressed a hand to Togami's mouth, fingers sliding between parted lips. Togami's mouth closed around them automatically, leaving them slick and wet as he muffled his moans. He couldn't understand it – he'd never been loud in bed before, but with Naegi on top of him he was losing the fight to be silent.

After a few moments of this, Naegi pulled his hand away and brought his mouth back to Togami's. The other boy blushed pink with this kiss, even though it was less a hot tangle of mouths than the earlier kisses. This one was surprisingly firm, almost like the other boy was trying to stifle further sounds. Why would he –

Togami felt Naegi's hand on his ass again, this time seeking to plunge inside – and the encouraging sound he released into Naegi's mouth made him cringe. What was he thinking? This – he'd never done this, not from this side of things. He'd always thought he had no interest in it, that he didn't want it, and he should tell Naegi so –

Naegi's finger found his prostate, and any other thoughts evaporated from Togami's mind. A deep, rough groan filled his ears, and he only knew distantly that he himself was making it. He didn't care what he sounded like, not when it felt that good – he hadn't known anything could feel so good –

– and then Naegi added another finger.

Words came tumbling out of him now, his lips moving against Naegi's to vocalize what he'd never meant to say to anyone. "Please – please don't stop –"

The voice sounded like his own, but those shuddering, broken words had to belong to someone else.

Naegi didn't seem to grasp that, though. He dropped one last life-giving kiss to Togami's lips, then pulled his fingers out and slid his cock inside, still slick from the earlier blowjob. A distant part of Togami's mind registered that he was being fucked with his own spit, but as Naegi began to move, he couldn't muster the strength to care. It felt too good, too right, and he was too far past the point when he could stop. A mess of half-garbled words and noises spilled from him, the sensations short-circuiting his brain into inarticulate mush.

Naegi's hand slid between them, finding its way to Togami's erection and stroking as he thrust. Togami's world spun and narrowed, leaving him nothing but the pounding between his legs, the firm hand moving on his cock, the hot breath panting against his skin, the lips and teeth worrying at his collarbone hard enough to leave a mark.

The thought of bearing Naegi's mark on his skin sent him over the edge, stars exploding white in his head and carrying him to a place beyond all rational thought. Through the haze, he felt Naegi gasp and surge against him, body shuddering with release. Feeling Naegi's orgasm sent a wave of satisfaction through him, intensifying his own pleasure. He'd wanted this. He hadn't even realized what he wanted, not really, but in the end it had been this.

Togami came down from the high of sex slowly, awareness of the rest of the world gradually returning to him. His skin felt scraped where his body had rubbed against the rough stone floor, and his spine ached from the awkward position. His mouth was nearly bruised and almost certainly a visible red. And his ass felt stretched and awkward, oversensitive and tingling from the unaccustomed use.

Naegi still lay on top of him, a warm weight he couldn't quite bring himself to move – not when Naegi's eyes were lidded with soft contentment and his head pillowed on Togami's shoulder. Soft brown hair brushed against Togami's cheek as the other boy nestled closer, a small smile on his lips. It was an appealing expression, one that urged Togami to kiss him again. But it wasn't the expression he'd wanted to see. This wasn't the look of a boy who'd been defeated and humiliated, who'd been forced to acknowledge Togami's power over him.

But it wasn't the look of a victor, either. By all his reckoning, Naegi had overcome him in every way he'd thought to destroy the other boy, reducing Togami to a creature of sensation and instinct – but Naegi didn't seem to treat it as a triumph or to rub in the defeat. Instead, he seemed happy to lie there in Togami's arms on the cold stone floor – like he thought this had meant more than a challenge between opponents. Like he hadn't seen it as a battleground.

There was still a chance for victory in that, Togami realized. He could shove Naegi away, laugh, say something cruel – do everything he could to destroy the boy's illusions about what had just occurred. If he made it clear that he had seen it all differently, he would still have won, would still have Naegi's mind fixed on him as an all-consuming opponent. It would negate any weakness that he'd shown. It would be easy.

He looked down at Naegi watching him – and he pulled the boy closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Naegi's face relaxed, a small measure of peace entering his expression for the first time since their opening ceremony.

Well. If that was the case, maybe Naegi wasn't quite as unaffected by him as he'd thought. After all, he'd wanted Naegi to focus on him – and that was what he'd gotten. He just wasn't sure what it was going to mean.