[Fic] Two Bakaleya Drabbles
Title: Embrace The Pain, We're Going Down Pt.1
Fandoms: Shiritsu Bakaleya Koukou/Kamen Teacher
Pairing: Tango Daiki/Bon (Watanabe Shota/Kyomoto Taiga)
Genre: Noncon, Angst
Warning: rape, noncon, etc
Summary: How far can your obsession take you? How fast can everything explode?
Title: Getting It Wrong
Fandom: Shiritsu Bakaleya Koukou
Pairing: Mashima Kaito/Shiomi Riku (Iwamoto Hikaru/Abe Ryohei)
Genre: Angst
Summary: Some confessions are better hidden.
Embrace The Pain, We’re Going Down Pt.1
Another weak sob, it only vaguely rings into Daiki’s ears, only urges him to slam harder into Bon, pin his wrists more violently against the hard surface. The boy’s hair is all sweaty and damp now, sticking to his forehead and his temples and his neck, and Daiki can’t control it, leans down to bite right into the sensitive flesh that’s wobbling up and down with his Adam’s apple. Bon squirms again, tries to free himself, but it’s impossible, his frail body and lack of strength not a match to Daiki’s.
“It hurts, Daiki…”
But he wants it to hurt. He likes it, it fires him up, the way Bon’s legs are shaking, hanging on his shoulders, the way he has him nailed on the billiard table, his thrusts fast and unstoppable. He has craved for this, ever since he randomly spotted the boy when he walked by his school about a week ago. He can’t get his mind off this, how much he looks like Maya, how much he resembles that stupid boy that just won’t bend for him, won’t bend for any male actually, the boy that snaps at the mere mention of something girly. Daiki has been longing to get his hands on him ever since he got his ass beaten that time, but Maya just won’t do it. He’s made himself loud and clear, and he is very capable of protecting himself.
But Bon isn’t. Bon didn’t mind Daiki approaching him, Bon agreed to hang out with him, to pay for his meals, to have him around. Bon welcomed him with his cheerful face and the naïve personality, and maybe, maybe Daiki feels a little guilty that he didn’t tell him from the start that this is what he’s after. But when he asked to show him his place, Bon didn’t say no.
And seeing that fucking billiard table in the living room just made everything worse. It’s his parents’, Bon told him, they are very rich after all, but Daiki didn’t really care to listen to details. He only threw him there, climbed on top, and released all his physical needs at once.
He kisses him, rough and painful and Bon writhes under him, manages to release one hand and hold onto Daiki’s jacket, but that doesn’t make him slow down. He keeps going, deeper and deeper, moaning in the kiss, and Bon chokes, tries to call his name again.
“Daiki, you didn’t…you didn’t say…it hurts…”
There are tears in his eyes, not running yet, but it’s like Daiki’s mind is gone, and he watches, the chapped lips, the mark that’s already being formed on his neck, the red skin around his wrists. Daiki takes a deep breath, he can’t tell who is who anymore, but he’s very close, all the struggle turning him on somehow. He grabs a fistful of Bon’s hair, the pretty, long, black strands that stick around his fingers, pulls back until he can have more of Bon’s neck, and licks his jawline, pushes into him again. Bon’s grip on his jacket is tighter now, and he can hear his breath out of rhythm.
He comes with a long moan, slides his hand between them, wrapping it around Bon’s member and strokes fast, still trying to come down from his own orgasm. Bon lowers one leg down on the table, closes his fingers around his wrist weakly, parts his lips to say something, but he can’t, all that comes out is another gasp, and Daiki can feel him getting harder in his hand. It’s still a cloud, everything in his head, but he keeps going, speeds up the pace, until Bon spills as well, a shaky groan escaping his mouth, but Daiki is already there, muffling him, because he can’t have enough, needs to devour those lips and that face.
And then he is calmer again, and it all comes down to him, and he gets down from the table, gritting his teeth as Bon tries to sit up, still looking hurt and confused, his cheeks flushed.
“Daiki…”
“Sorry.” He grunts hoarsely, and he wants to throw up by how pathetic he feels. He turns his back, pulls his pants back up, and rushes to the front door, trying to ignore the weak call of Bon behind him.
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Getting It Wrong
“Are you sure your brother won’t mind?”
Kaito snorts at Riku’s question, barely lifting his head from the bed. “When has he ever minded me sleeping at my friend’s place?” he yells, because even though the door is open and the bathroom is right next to Riku’s room, the water still covers some of their sounds. “Hurry up with that shower already, I’m getting bored.”
“Ok, ok, I’m out, relax.”
He is out indeed, wearing only a towel around his hips, hair still dripping with water, and it’s a little funny for Kaito, considering how his friend is usually walking around with that wild mane he calls hair. There’s no volume now that it’s freshly washed, the long locks almost reaching his shoulders in some places. Kaito makes space for him on the bed, putting his phone down. It’s been almost 3 months since the last time he stayed at Riku’s place, but since the 6 of them are almost always together, it doesn’t feel strange at all.
“I still don’t get why the others didn’t want to come…” he mumbles, staring at their group chat on his phone, and Riku bends over a little with a skeptical hum.
“Tell me about it, they’re usually all about sleepovers. We can just take endless photos and spam them with them until they get frustrated.”
Kaito can’t help but grin at that. “Fuuta would strangle us on the spot.”
It’s Riku who snorts at that now, and pulls back. “As if he would ever hurt you.”
Well, that’s true. Kaito’s grin grows a little wider, one of the rare times he allows himself to be so open with his emotions. It’s always very relaxing around Riku, he’s close with him a lot, after all. And Riku is always here for him when he needs him.
“He loves you a lot, don’t tell me he would think of strangling you.”
“I was just saying.” Kaito shrugs, misses the bitterness in Riku’s voice, but by the time he actually realizes something is off, it’s too late. Riku is close, closer than before, and Kaito can smell his shampoo, feel the drops on his skin, and then Riku is kissing him, a kiss so careful and hesitant that it almost can’t be called that. He’s shaken to the core, frozen on his spot, and doesn’t move, doesn’t say a thing.
Since when?
Riku realizes how much he’s shocked him because he pulls back eventually, guilt all over his face, but as he tries to leave the bed, Kaito holds him by the elbow, pulls him close again.
“What was that?”
“What it looks like.” Riku replies quietly, can’t look him in the eye. “I’m sorry if I took you by surprise, I only wanted…I…because what I feel is-“
“Wait, stop.” Kaito cuts him, and his heart gives him a very ugly pinch, because it’s devastating, Riku losing his words in front of him, being so hesitant. But there’s more to it, there’re more to why he has to stop him. He can’t hear it, can’t bear the fact that he’ll have to say no, because…
“You don’t wanna hear it.” Riku concludes, his voice nothing but a whisper, and Kaito doesn’t know how to proceed with what he wants to say. He swallows down the sourness he tastes in his mouth, takes a deep breath, prays that this won’t hurt, not as much as it hurts him at the moment.
“I just…I had made up my mind about tomorrow…to tell Fuuta…”
He is barely done saying their friend’s name, and Riku knows, reads it all over his face, and there’s so much darkness in it that Kaito wishes there was another way, maybe wishes he had been honest with everyone from the start. He tries to keep him there, but Riku frees his hand and nods, a faint smile of melancholy appearing on his face.
“He’s gonna be thrilled. He’s been in love with you, probably since forever.”
“How do you…”
“Because I recognize the look he has when he’s staring at you. From my mirror.”
Kaito hates emotions and feelings now. “Riku-“
“I should get dressed.” Is all Riku says, and he’s on his feet, heading outside the room again. He stops when he reaches the door though, turns to look at Kaito over his shoulder, and forces another smile. “Is it...is it going to be very selfish if I ask you to go back, after all?”
“…no.” Kaito replies, his mouth feeling dry, and his body empty. “No, it’s not. If you want me to leave…I’ll leave. But I’m sorry. I really am.”
“It’s ok, no big deal.” Riku replies, tries to make his tone lighter, and even releases a chuckle as he shrugs. “Give me a minute to get dressed, ok?”
Kaito just nods, unable to do or say anything else.
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Fandoms: Shiritsu Bakaleya Koukou/Kamen Teacher
Pairing: Tango Daiki/Bon (Watanabe Shota/Kyomoto Taiga)
Genre: Noncon, Angst
Warning: rape, noncon, etc
Summary: How far can your obsession take you? How fast can everything explode?
Title: Getting It Wrong
Fandom: Shiritsu Bakaleya Koukou
Pairing: Mashima Kaito/Shiomi Riku (Iwamoto Hikaru/Abe Ryohei)
Genre: Angst
Summary: Some confessions are better hidden.
Embrace The Pain, We’re Going Down Pt.1
Another weak sob, it only vaguely rings into Daiki’s ears, only urges him to slam harder into Bon, pin his wrists more violently against the hard surface. The boy’s hair is all sweaty and damp now, sticking to his forehead and his temples and his neck, and Daiki can’t control it, leans down to bite right into the sensitive flesh that’s wobbling up and down with his Adam’s apple. Bon squirms again, tries to free himself, but it’s impossible, his frail body and lack of strength not a match to Daiki’s.
“It hurts, Daiki…”
But he wants it to hurt. He likes it, it fires him up, the way Bon’s legs are shaking, hanging on his shoulders, the way he has him nailed on the billiard table, his thrusts fast and unstoppable. He has craved for this, ever since he randomly spotted the boy when he walked by his school about a week ago. He can’t get his mind off this, how much he looks like Maya, how much he resembles that stupid boy that just won’t bend for him, won’t bend for any male actually, the boy that snaps at the mere mention of something girly. Daiki has been longing to get his hands on him ever since he got his ass beaten that time, but Maya just won’t do it. He’s made himself loud and clear, and he is very capable of protecting himself.
But Bon isn’t. Bon didn’t mind Daiki approaching him, Bon agreed to hang out with him, to pay for his meals, to have him around. Bon welcomed him with his cheerful face and the naïve personality, and maybe, maybe Daiki feels a little guilty that he didn’t tell him from the start that this is what he’s after. But when he asked to show him his place, Bon didn’t say no.
And seeing that fucking billiard table in the living room just made everything worse. It’s his parents’, Bon told him, they are very rich after all, but Daiki didn’t really care to listen to details. He only threw him there, climbed on top, and released all his physical needs at once.
He kisses him, rough and painful and Bon writhes under him, manages to release one hand and hold onto Daiki’s jacket, but that doesn’t make him slow down. He keeps going, deeper and deeper, moaning in the kiss, and Bon chokes, tries to call his name again.
“Daiki, you didn’t…you didn’t say…it hurts…”
There are tears in his eyes, not running yet, but it’s like Daiki’s mind is gone, and he watches, the chapped lips, the mark that’s already being formed on his neck, the red skin around his wrists. Daiki takes a deep breath, he can’t tell who is who anymore, but he’s very close, all the struggle turning him on somehow. He grabs a fistful of Bon’s hair, the pretty, long, black strands that stick around his fingers, pulls back until he can have more of Bon’s neck, and licks his jawline, pushes into him again. Bon’s grip on his jacket is tighter now, and he can hear his breath out of rhythm.
He comes with a long moan, slides his hand between them, wrapping it around Bon’s member and strokes fast, still trying to come down from his own orgasm. Bon lowers one leg down on the table, closes his fingers around his wrist weakly, parts his lips to say something, but he can’t, all that comes out is another gasp, and Daiki can feel him getting harder in his hand. It’s still a cloud, everything in his head, but he keeps going, speeds up the pace, until Bon spills as well, a shaky groan escaping his mouth, but Daiki is already there, muffling him, because he can’t have enough, needs to devour those lips and that face.
And then he is calmer again, and it all comes down to him, and he gets down from the table, gritting his teeth as Bon tries to sit up, still looking hurt and confused, his cheeks flushed.
“Daiki…”
“Sorry.” He grunts hoarsely, and he wants to throw up by how pathetic he feels. He turns his back, pulls his pants back up, and rushes to the front door, trying to ignore the weak call of Bon behind him.
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Getting It Wrong
“Are you sure your brother won’t mind?”
Kaito snorts at Riku’s question, barely lifting his head from the bed. “When has he ever minded me sleeping at my friend’s place?” he yells, because even though the door is open and the bathroom is right next to Riku’s room, the water still covers some of their sounds. “Hurry up with that shower already, I’m getting bored.”
“Ok, ok, I’m out, relax.”
He is out indeed, wearing only a towel around his hips, hair still dripping with water, and it’s a little funny for Kaito, considering how his friend is usually walking around with that wild mane he calls hair. There’s no volume now that it’s freshly washed, the long locks almost reaching his shoulders in some places. Kaito makes space for him on the bed, putting his phone down. It’s been almost 3 months since the last time he stayed at Riku’s place, but since the 6 of them are almost always together, it doesn’t feel strange at all.
“I still don’t get why the others didn’t want to come…” he mumbles, staring at their group chat on his phone, and Riku bends over a little with a skeptical hum.
“Tell me about it, they’re usually all about sleepovers. We can just take endless photos and spam them with them until they get frustrated.”
Kaito can’t help but grin at that. “Fuuta would strangle us on the spot.”
It’s Riku who snorts at that now, and pulls back. “As if he would ever hurt you.”
Well, that’s true. Kaito’s grin grows a little wider, one of the rare times he allows himself to be so open with his emotions. It’s always very relaxing around Riku, he’s close with him a lot, after all. And Riku is always here for him when he needs him.
“He loves you a lot, don’t tell me he would think of strangling you.”
“I was just saying.” Kaito shrugs, misses the bitterness in Riku’s voice, but by the time he actually realizes something is off, it’s too late. Riku is close, closer than before, and Kaito can smell his shampoo, feel the drops on his skin, and then Riku is kissing him, a kiss so careful and hesitant that it almost can’t be called that. He’s shaken to the core, frozen on his spot, and doesn’t move, doesn’t say a thing.
Since when?
Riku realizes how much he’s shocked him because he pulls back eventually, guilt all over his face, but as he tries to leave the bed, Kaito holds him by the elbow, pulls him close again.
“What was that?”
“What it looks like.” Riku replies quietly, can’t look him in the eye. “I’m sorry if I took you by surprise, I only wanted…I…because what I feel is-“
“Wait, stop.” Kaito cuts him, and his heart gives him a very ugly pinch, because it’s devastating, Riku losing his words in front of him, being so hesitant. But there’s more to it, there’re more to why he has to stop him. He can’t hear it, can’t bear the fact that he’ll have to say no, because…
“You don’t wanna hear it.” Riku concludes, his voice nothing but a whisper, and Kaito doesn’t know how to proceed with what he wants to say. He swallows down the sourness he tastes in his mouth, takes a deep breath, prays that this won’t hurt, not as much as it hurts him at the moment.
“I just…I had made up my mind about tomorrow…to tell Fuuta…”
He is barely done saying their friend’s name, and Riku knows, reads it all over his face, and there’s so much darkness in it that Kaito wishes there was another way, maybe wishes he had been honest with everyone from the start. He tries to keep him there, but Riku frees his hand and nods, a faint smile of melancholy appearing on his face.
“He’s gonna be thrilled. He’s been in love with you, probably since forever.”
“How do you…”
“Because I recognize the look he has when he’s staring at you. From my mirror.”
Kaito hates emotions and feelings now. “Riku-“
“I should get dressed.” Is all Riku says, and he’s on his feet, heading outside the room again. He stops when he reaches the door though, turns to look at Kaito over his shoulder, and forces another smile. “Is it...is it going to be very selfish if I ask you to go back, after all?”
“…no.” Kaito replies, his mouth feeling dry, and his body empty. “No, it’s not. If you want me to leave…I’ll leave. But I’m sorry. I really am.”
“It’s ok, no big deal.” Riku replies, tries to make his tone lighter, and even releases a chuckle as he shrugs. “Give me a minute to get dressed, ok?”
Kaito just nods, unable to do or say anything else.
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