Beauty and the Geek (ch. 9)
Title: Beauty and the Geek
Chapter: 9/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing, anal sex, alcohol/drugs,
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: If I actually owned the GazettE I'd be rich enough to pay someone to beta-read this for me. Pardon my mistakes.
Comment: I have to admit I was really looking forward to writing this chapter for several reasons. Warnings and rating have been updated, please don't read if you're uncomfortable with underage drinking/gay sex. Oops, I might have spoiled some of the fun already.
Enjoy!
“I need to call my mom.” Akira sighed in defeat, setting the book aside and grabbing his phone.
Takanori nodded, and Akira left the room without another word. He remained seated for a few minutes, until he heard the muffled sound of Akira's voice from the living room. He got up and quietly eased the door open, pressing himself to the wall and sharpening his ears. He knew eavesdropping wasn't polite, but curiosity got the better of him.
“No, I didn't mean to- Of course mother. Yes, I know.” Takanori furrowed his brows, disappointed that he still couldn't make out much of the conversation. “I'll come home tomorrow. Tell him I said I'm sorry.” Akira hung up and stuffed the phone into his pocket, and Takanori tiptoed back to his room quickly. He pretended to be looking out of the window when Akira got back, closing the door behind him.
“So, what did she say?”
“I can come home tomorrow, if I promise to be good and never mentioned what happened. Don't worry though, I packed clean underwear this time.”
“Well, that's a relief. Should we finish?”
Takanori frowned when Akira didn't answer, turning around and ready to come with a sarcastic comment when he saw how Akira's head was hanging in defeat. There were a thousand things he could have said in that moment, he could have teased Akira for being a baby, for not having his emotions in check, but he said nothing. He simply walked over and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. Akira froze for a moment, before resting his head on Takanori's shoulder and letting out a deep breath.
After well over a minute had passed, Takanori let go of him and took a step back, giving him a questioning look. “So, Suzuki. Maths?”
Akira gave him a sceptical look before nodding. He didn't want to bring up their conversation from earlier. He had no idea how much Takanori had figured out on his own, but it was pretty obvious they both knew something was up. He had been a fool if he didn't expect Takanori to find out at some point. He was certain to come up with something to make Akira uncomfortable soon. That, and then there was the looming threat of what Yuu and Kouyou could be planning.
Sighing deeply and sitting down on the floor, Akira crossed his legs and picked up his book. “You know, maths is boring as hell.”
“They won't get any more fun just because you complain.”
“I know, but it makes me feel better.”
“Do you want to pass or not?”
“I do.”
“Less talk and more calculations.” Takanori picked up a pen from his desk and sat down next to Akira, staring at his notes, pointing at an equation. “This is wrong, by the way. You're supposed to divide first.”
Akira really wanted to murder him.
~
School had passed pretty fast. It wasn't like Akira hadn't been paying attention during lectures, he just had a lot on his mind. Now he was on the bus home, worried about how he was supposed to act around his parents and what he was going to do about tomorrow. He had never really been the partying type, and he definitely wasn't looking forward to it now that he was bringing his boyfriend. At least he was safe as long as he was still friends with Yuu and Kouyou. Nobody would lay a hand on him. Takanori, however, was a different matter.
Why did Kouyou want him there in the first place? No way would he insist on Akira bringing Takanori unless he had some sort of plan. He wouldn't try to lay a hand on Takanori with so many people around, especially not when Akira was there. He would have to protect Takanori whether he wanted to or not.
Then again, maybe that was Kouyou's plan all along? Forcing Akira into a situation where he had to choose between Takanori and his friends? If so, that meant he didn't believe Akira when he said he was just playing Takanori.
Bottom line, Akira had no idea what was going to happen the following day, and it was scaring him more than it should have. If it had been up to him, he would have been quiet and subtle about this all, let Takanori do his gay things at school and pretend everything was normal when he came home. He only wanted to survive the rest of high school. It was already March, he wouldn't have to put up with this charade much longer.
Even if he never wanted it to, eventually the bus pulled up to the right stop, and Akira hopped off and slung his backpack over his shoulder. His parents would be home in an hour, and by then he intended to tidy his room and vacuum at least the kitchen. He didn't want to give his father any reason to be disappointed.
He was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when his mother came home, calling for him to come help her with the groceries. “Welcome home, mother.” He bowed stiffly and took the bags, carrying them inside and starting to fill the fridge.
“Have you done your homework?” Aira's mother came into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching Akira work.
“All done.”
“Good boy.” She paused for a long while, lips pursed and eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth before closing it again. She chewed on her words before speaking out, voice trembling slightly. “Please don't anger your father like that again.”
Akira stiffened, hanging his head and staring at the counter. “I didn't mean to. I just asked a question.”
“You shouldn't ask those kind of questions. He gets mad, and then he blames me for being a bad mother, and-” She didn't finish her sentence, because by that time, Akira had finally gathered his thoughts enough to read between the lines. He turned around in a flash, his hands coming up to cup his mother's face as he inspected it closely, frowning as he spotted a fading bruise under her eye. It was partly covered in make-up, but still visible if you knew what you were looking for.
She pushed him away, avoiding eye contact as he stared her down. Finally, Akira threw his hands up in defeat and went upstairs. He tried to subdue his anger, but to no avail. He was pissed, at everyone and everything, but most of all, himself. He couldn't help but think, maybe if he had stayed, maybe if he had let his father beat him up in stead, his mother wouldn't have ended up like that.
He did eat dinner with his parents that day. He sat quietly and listened to his father ramble on about work, answered politely any questions he had about school, and bit his tongue whenever he had the urge to say more. But it didn't stop him from sending his mother worried glances during the entire meal, watching the fear on her face whenever he talked. It was the first time he had realised that she was truly scared of her own husband, and Akira wondered how many times it had happened before without him noticing.
~
Takanori was eerily quiet at lunch. Normally, he'd be talking the ears off anyone willing to listen, but today, he was quietly poking a tomato with his chopsticks, rolling it around in his lunchbox. Akira watched for a long while, and Takanori didn't even seem to notice. “Why are you so quiet today?”
Akira was shocked when Takanori looked up at him, expressionless face and blank voice, free of the usual malice and disgust he made sure to coat his words with every time he talked to Akira. “I'm thinking about tonight. I need an emergency plan in case something goes wrong.”
“Nothing will go wrong,” Akira assured, more to himself than Takanori. Takanori shrugged his shoulders and continued poking his tomato.
“What if they gang up on me? I can't defend myself if several strong guys are holding me down.”
“They won't.” Takanori gave him a look that said 'are you an idiot', and put his chopsticks down on the table, staring blankly at his food. “Even if they try, I'll protect you.”
“Are you so sure about that, Suzuki? Think about how much it could cost you if you defended a faggot. Your reputation would be ruined.”
“What do you take me for? I won't let them touch you.”
“Why am I so different?” The irritation was back in Takanori's voice, and his fists were clenched tightly in his lap. “You have watched your friends beat up probably half the school's students, even joined in sometimes, but suddenly you say you're going to defend me? Why? And don't give me any “you're my boyfriend” crap, we both know you don't actually give two shits about that at all.”
Akira licked his lips, staring down at his knees in shame. “I need you. You're a good teacher and I'm desperate to pass maths, so I need you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Takanori leaned over the table and grabbed Akira's collar, pulling him close so their faces were merely inches away. Akira's eyes widened in surprise, while Takanori gave him a harsh glare. “Stop lying to me,” he hissed out through gritted teeth, letting go of Akira's shirt before someone noticed what was going on, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He walked away before Akira had a chance to say anything else, leaving him alone by the table, mouth half open in disbelief as he watched Takanori's back.
~
“So, Aki, you coming tonight?” Akira nodded, and Kouyou grinned satisfactorily. “And you're bringing the fairy?”
“He's coming.” He wanted to ask Kouyou what he was planning, but since he didn't know yet if those plans included him or not, he decided not to.
“Good, I'll see you, then. I need to go home and get ready, make sure my parents bought enough booze. I can't wait to get sloshed.”
Akira sent him a wide smile, waving as he left. Getting drunk sounded like a good idea. Maybe he could forget about everything for a while. At least there was something positive about this whole day. He turned to the entrance to see people still pouring out of the large doors, all heading home, and he knew he would be seeing quite a few of them tonight. He spotted Takanori in the crowd, running to catch up to him. “I'm going home with you first, unless you mind?”
Takanori shook his head, and they got on the bus together in silence.
~
They were standing in front of Kouyou's large house, having brought nothing but phones and bus cards. Akira knew Kouyou took care of everything anyway, and they weren't planning to sleep over. There were buses still running in the middle of the night, though he was pretty sure they were leaving early. Akira took a deep breath and looked at Takanori, who was just as tense as him, if not any more. “You ready?” he asked, just as much to himself as to Takanori.
Takanori pursed his lips and nodded. “What's the worst that could happen?” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, but neither of them were convinced. They walked up the few steps to the door and Akira rang the doorbell, Kouyou opening it with a wide grin.
“You made it!” He ushered them in, kicking the door shut behind them and giving Akira a tight hug. He smelled strongly of beer, and Akira resisted the urge to recoil. “And you brought your boyfriend as well.”
Even as Kouyou turned to him with a triumphant smirk, Takanori stood his ground, raising an eyebrow. “I only came because my hubby wanted me to.”
“At any rate, try to enjoy yourself. It's Friday night, time to let loose and forget about school. I'll be around if you need me for anything, there's drinks and snacks in the kitchen, help yourselves.” He left them alone in the hallway, heading further inside. Takanori stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Come on, let's make the best of it.” Akira smiled and took Takanori's hand, guiding him to the living room. “Thirsty?”
“Not really.” Takanori let himself be dragged along. It was safer with Akira anyway. He just wanted to know when he could leave. Akira led them to the kitchen, and Takanori snatched a handful of chips from one of the counters. Akira went to the fridge, taking out a bottle of beer. Takanori raised an eyebrow at him as he took a long swig, chuckling to himself. “You drink?”
“Now and then.” Akira wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned against the counter. “I think I'll need it tonight.” Takanori nodded in understanding, stepping closer to Akira as the door opened.
“Oh hey, Aki.” Yuu smiled at them both, pulling out two beers from the fridge. “Why are you two in the kitchen? Party's out there.”
Takanori pressed himself to Akira's side, and he wrapped an arm around Takanori's shoulders. He was shaking with fear, and Akira squeezed him closer. “We were just looking for something to eat.”
“Take whatever you want, Kouyou's parents filled the fridge before they left. I have to get back to my date.” He winked before leaving again, beers in hand.
Akira bent down to whisper in Takanori's ear. “You're scared.” Takanori drew a shaky breath and pushed Akira away.
“Bullshit. Now come on, we don't want to seem suspicious.” They went back to the living room, finding an empty couch to sit down on. Takanori cuddled up against Akira, deciding his best bet was to stick as close to his boyfriend as possible. At least this way he didn't feel like a sitting duck in a room full of hunters. He stared down at the table in front of him, trying to ignore the curious looks people sent his way.
Akira finished his beer and went up to get another one when Takanori pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “Get one for me too, Suzuki.”
He nodded silently, returning only a minute later with two bottles, handing one to Takanori. “You sure about this?”
“I can't handle the tension any more. Besides, this might be my only chance to drink before legal age.” The grin that accompanied his words was forced, and Akira furrowed his brows.
“You've never had alcohol before?” Takanori shook his head, lifting the bottle to his lips and smelling it curiously. “Dude, don't you dare get wasted. I'm not carrying you home.”
Takanori shrugged and took a swig of his beer, narrowing his eyes at the unfamiliar taste. “It can't be that bad.”
They sat like that in silence for a good hour, Akira keeping an eye on Takanori as he slowly finished his life's first beer. He had just downed the last of it when Kouyou was in front of them with two new bottles, setting them down on the table and flashing a crooked smile. “Thought you might want another. Having fun yet?”
Takanori sent him an icy glare, and Akira cleared his throat, handing a bottle to Takanori and taking the other one for himself. “Thanks.”
~
At least three beers and another hour later, they were still in the same position, having refused to move a single inch out of fear that someone might jump them. Takanori was twitching uncomfortably when Akira nudged his shoulder, giving him an annoyed look. “What's wrong?”
Takanori stared down at his knees, patting them gently. “I gotta piss.”
“Then go.”
“I don't know where the toilet is.”
Akira rolled his eyes and got up from the couch, stuffing his hands in his pockets and trying to act nonchalant. “I'll show you.” Takanori got up, immediately sitting down again as he couldn't balance on his own two legs. He leaned on the table and slowly hoisted himself up to a standing position, swaying lightly on his feet for a second before daring to take a step, Akira grabbing his arm and hauling him in the direction of the bathroom. “I told you I didn't want to carry you.”
“Didn't think I would get this drunk.” They slowly climbed up the stairs, Takanori supporting himself on the railing. They reached the door and Takanori nodded in thanks.
“Think you can do it on your own without falling into the toilet and drowning?”
“If you want to, you could always hold my dick for me,” Takanori retorted with a smirk, getting in and closing the door behind him before Akira had time to respond. He came out five minutes later, nearly stumbling onto Akira, who leaned him against the wall, making sure he could stand on his own before letting go of his shoulders.
“My turn. Don't go anywhere.”
“As if I can.” Takanori stared at a dot on the wall opposite him until it became two dots, which then split into four. He blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision when Akira emerged from the bathroom, one hand on his forehead. “What's wrong?” Takanori asked with a frown.
“I feel dizzy.”
“You should lay down. So should I, actually. Is there a guest room here?”
Akira nodded and lay an arm around Takanori's shoulders, the two supporting each other as they made their way down the hall. Akira opened the door to one of the guest rooms, locking it behind them as Takanori fell face first onto the bed. It was large enough for two, and luckily it wouldn't be their first time sharing a bed.
Takanori flinched as he felt Akira embracing him from behind, burying his nose in Takanori's hair. “You smell good.”
“Oh, and I'm the one who's drunk?” He giggled briefly and rolled over onto his back, startled to see that Akira was wearing nothing but his boxers. Not only that, but there was a definite bulge there. “Suzuki?”
Akira leaned down to touch his lips to Takanori's neck, running his tongue along the smooth skin, successfully shocking Takanori silent. “I want you.”
Gathering all the self-restraint he had, Takanori pushed the drunken Akira off him, eyes widening in disbelief. “That's the alcohol talking.” His voice trembled and he tried to get up, only to be pushed down again by a strong hand.
“Then what do you think this is?” Akira grabbed Takanori's wrist and guided his hand down between his legs, rubbing the palm of Takanori's hand along the front of his boxers. He moaned at the light contact to his dick, his erection twitching, and no doubt Takanori could feel it even through the thin material.
Takanori tried to pull his hand away, but Akira forced him to keep rubbing, and he tried pinching Akira's shoulder to get his attention. “You're drunk, Suzuki. And you need to stop right now before you take it too far.”
Akira growled and let go of Takanori's hand, placing his arms next to his head and leaning down so their lips were mere centimetres apart, whispering against them. “I want to fuck you.”
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, Takanori's wide open, a mix of shock and desire on his face. Then Akira closed his eyes and kissed him hard, nipping at Takanori's bottom lip. There was no hesitation, and finally Takanori relaxed, kissing him back with just as much passion. Their mouths clashed together again and again, until Akira's hand found its way between Takanori's thighs.
“Suzuki!” Takanori's moan was cut short as Akira's tongue invaded his mouth, seeking his own and playing with it briefly before he pulled away and licked along Takanori's bottom lip. Takanori gasped for breath as Akira continued stroking his cock through his jeans, thumbing the button open and sliding them off his legs easily.
Akira kissed the inside of Takanori's thigh, making him moan breathlessly. A wet tongue travelled up his leg and traced the outline of his erection through his underwear, and Takanori gasped in surprise. His boxers were quickly removed as well, and he wrenched off his shirt with ease, leaving him completely naked. “I swear Suzuki, if this is some kind of joke, I will-”
“It's not.” For some stupid reason, Takanori believed him. He propped himself up on one arm, tangling his fingers in Akira's hair and pulling him in for another kiss. Their lips met and parted several times before Akira pushed Takanori back down on the bed, leaning over to rummage through the drawers of the bedside table.
Takanori was shocked when Akira pulled out a condom, tearing the wrapper and rolling it on his dick. He was about to protest when Akira stuck two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them lewdly and making Takanori forget everything he wanted to say. He circled his index around Takanori's hole, looking up at him for permission.
No sooner did Takanori nod than Akira pushed the first finger in. He bit his lip and threw his head back, a loud moan escaping him as the finger wiggled further inside. Akira thrust it in and out gently a few times, letting Takanori get used to the feeling, before adding another. He scissored them slowly, stretching Takanori and opening him up. He watched Takanori's face for his reaction, frowning as he suddenly shrieked, hips jerking upwards. “Do that again.”
Akira tried to remember where he had pressed, rubbing his fingers against the same spot again. Takanori let out another loud moan, biting down on his wrist to muffle the sound. Akira eased a third finger in, thrusting them slowly and making sure to get the angle right, drawing more pleasured noises from Takanori's lips.
Pulling Akira's face down, Takanori kissed him softly before laying back down, grabbing Akira's hips in stead. “I want you inside me.” Akira nodded, grabbing his dick and positioning himself at Takanori's entrance, lifting his hips for easier access.
“Ready?” Takanori nodded and Akira pushed inside him, groaning as tight heat enveloped him. He buried himself to the hilt and leaned forward, kissing Takanori's chest to try and calm him down. “Just focus on my lips.” Takanori was breathing heavily, trying to adjust to the stretch, taking Akira's advice and trying to think only about Akira's mouth and the warm tongue that teased his nipples.
After a while, it became less painful, and Takanori wrapped his legs around Akira's waist. “Move.” He hissed as Akira pulled out and thrust back inside, grabbing Akira's shoulders and digging his nails into the soft flesh. His mind was spinning with confused thoughts of why Akira was doing this, what his secret agenda was, but then Akira started to fuck him, and all conscious thought left Takanori in a heartbeat.
“Harder, Akira!” Akira grunted and sped up his thrusts, leaning down to bite and lick at Takanori's neck, muffling his low groans against Takanori's pale skin. Takanori was moaning loudly, nearly screaming with pleasure as Akira changed his angle and started hitting his prostate with every thrust. He held onto Akira's back for support, probably scraping his skin in the process but it didn't seem that Akira minded.
“You feel so good Taka,” Akira whispered, reaching between them to stroke Takanori's cock in time with his thrusts. Takanori mewled, feeling his orgasm approaching and trying to hold back as long as he could. He wanted this to last forever, it felt so good he wanted to melt in Akira's arms. He clenched his inner walls tightly, loving the pleasured sounds he could draw from Akira's lips, loving how utterly lost in pleasure he looked as he threw his head back and jerked his hips with frantic desperation.
Takanori screamed Akira's name as he came with another hard thrust to his prostate, feeling Akira pulse inside him as he came, both of them moaning and panting in the aftershocks of their orgasms while they shared wet, sloppy kisses. Akira plopped down on his back next to Takanori, pulling the condom off and throwing it on the ground next to the bed without a care in the world.
“Shit, Suzuki.” Takanori contemplated bugging Akira about his sexuality, but decided that now was definitely not the time. He heard a soft snore and turned his head, chuckling to himself as he saw that Akira had already fallen asleep. Pulling the covers over them, he snuggled up to Akira and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
~
“Hey Kou, have you seen either of the fags?”
Kouyou gave Yuu a puzzled look. “Akira's not a fag. Yet.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Actually, no, I haven't. They disappeared a while ago.”
“Well I've checked everywhere on the ground floor, so they must have gone upstairs.”
“But the only rooms upstairs are bedrooms.” Kouyou narrowed his eyes before grabbing Yuu's arm, dragging him up to the first floor in a hurry. “Fuck, I must have switched their drinks! I'm an idiot!”
Yuu shrugged Kouyou's hand off him, stopping in the middle of the staircase and staring at his friend. “What are you talking about?”
“I slipped a little something in Matsumoto's beer, but now that I think about it, I might have given him the wrong bottle.”
“Why did you do that?”
Kouyou rolled his eyes and sighed. “Because I thought if I got him a little loosened up, he might make a move on Akira. I wanted to know how he would react, if he would push that faggot away or just put up with it. At the very least, Matsumoto would embarrass himself and probably have a horrible headache tomorrow.”
“So who ended up with the spiked beer?” Chewing his lips, Kouyou looked away in shame, avoiding Yuu's gaze. “Kou?”
“I think I gave it to Akira in stead.”
“Kou... what exactly did you give him?”
They both looked at each other for a long moment before the graveness of the situation hit them both, and they dashed up the stairs and to the guest bedroom. Stopping outside the door, Kouyou pressed an ear against the wood, although it wasn't really necessary. Takanori's moans were loud enough that they could hear him clearly from a distance, even over the booming party music from downstairs. Yuu looked down at the floor, blushing furiously. “It could be someone else.”
Just then, Takanori moaned Akira's name, and they both stepped away from the door as if it were on fire.
“That is fucking disgusting,” Kouyou said with a deep frown.
“I think I need to throw up.” Yuu gave Kouyou an angry glare, punching his shoulder. “Fuck, why do you have to be so stupid?”
“Never mind.” Kouyou's face lit up and he grinned, starting to make his way back downstairs. “I think we can turn this to our favour.”
“Our best friend is fucking a faggot in your guest room. How exactly can this turn out good?”
“Because Matsumoto doesn't know that he's been drugged.”
“Kou, I'm too drunk to figure out what you mean by that. Can you please stop being cryptic and just explain?”
Kouyou stopped in the hallway and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “I have Akira's phone, with Matsumoto's number on it.”
Realization dawned on Yuu, and he couldn't stop the smirk from forming even if he had wanted to. “Oh.”
“Exactly. So for now, let's enjoy ourselves. Tomorrow, we have a heart to crush.”
A/N: -hides under a table- I am prepared to be hit with bricks for this. No, Kouyou really has no idea how drugs work. Yes, he really just intended for Takanori to make a fool of himself and feel really bad afterwards. And yes, this also means Akira won't remember a shit tomorrow.
Chapter: 9/?
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing, anal sex, alcohol/drugs,
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: If I actually owned the GazettE I'd be rich enough to pay someone to beta-read this for me. Pardon my mistakes.
Comment: I have to admit I was really looking forward to writing this chapter for several reasons. Warnings and rating have been updated, please don't read if you're uncomfortable with underage drinking/gay sex. Oops, I might have spoiled some of the fun already.
Enjoy!
“I need to call my mom.” Akira sighed in defeat, setting the book aside and grabbing his phone.
Takanori nodded, and Akira left the room without another word. He remained seated for a few minutes, until he heard the muffled sound of Akira's voice from the living room. He got up and quietly eased the door open, pressing himself to the wall and sharpening his ears. He knew eavesdropping wasn't polite, but curiosity got the better of him.
“No, I didn't mean to- Of course mother. Yes, I know.” Takanori furrowed his brows, disappointed that he still couldn't make out much of the conversation. “I'll come home tomorrow. Tell him I said I'm sorry.” Akira hung up and stuffed the phone into his pocket, and Takanori tiptoed back to his room quickly. He pretended to be looking out of the window when Akira got back, closing the door behind him.
“So, what did she say?”
“I can come home tomorrow, if I promise to be good and never mentioned what happened. Don't worry though, I packed clean underwear this time.”
“Well, that's a relief. Should we finish?”
Takanori frowned when Akira didn't answer, turning around and ready to come with a sarcastic comment when he saw how Akira's head was hanging in defeat. There were a thousand things he could have said in that moment, he could have teased Akira for being a baby, for not having his emotions in check, but he said nothing. He simply walked over and wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. Akira froze for a moment, before resting his head on Takanori's shoulder and letting out a deep breath.
After well over a minute had passed, Takanori let go of him and took a step back, giving him a questioning look. “So, Suzuki. Maths?”
Akira gave him a sceptical look before nodding. He didn't want to bring up their conversation from earlier. He had no idea how much Takanori had figured out on his own, but it was pretty obvious they both knew something was up. He had been a fool if he didn't expect Takanori to find out at some point. He was certain to come up with something to make Akira uncomfortable soon. That, and then there was the looming threat of what Yuu and Kouyou could be planning.
Sighing deeply and sitting down on the floor, Akira crossed his legs and picked up his book. “You know, maths is boring as hell.”
“They won't get any more fun just because you complain.”
“I know, but it makes me feel better.”
“Do you want to pass or not?”
“I do.”
“Less talk and more calculations.” Takanori picked up a pen from his desk and sat down next to Akira, staring at his notes, pointing at an equation. “This is wrong, by the way. You're supposed to divide first.”
Akira really wanted to murder him.
~
School had passed pretty fast. It wasn't like Akira hadn't been paying attention during lectures, he just had a lot on his mind. Now he was on the bus home, worried about how he was supposed to act around his parents and what he was going to do about tomorrow. He had never really been the partying type, and he definitely wasn't looking forward to it now that he was bringing his boyfriend. At least he was safe as long as he was still friends with Yuu and Kouyou. Nobody would lay a hand on him. Takanori, however, was a different matter.
Why did Kouyou want him there in the first place? No way would he insist on Akira bringing Takanori unless he had some sort of plan. He wouldn't try to lay a hand on Takanori with so many people around, especially not when Akira was there. He would have to protect Takanori whether he wanted to or not.
Then again, maybe that was Kouyou's plan all along? Forcing Akira into a situation where he had to choose between Takanori and his friends? If so, that meant he didn't believe Akira when he said he was just playing Takanori.
Bottom line, Akira had no idea what was going to happen the following day, and it was scaring him more than it should have. If it had been up to him, he would have been quiet and subtle about this all, let Takanori do his gay things at school and pretend everything was normal when he came home. He only wanted to survive the rest of high school. It was already March, he wouldn't have to put up with this charade much longer.
Even if he never wanted it to, eventually the bus pulled up to the right stop, and Akira hopped off and slung his backpack over his shoulder. His parents would be home in an hour, and by then he intended to tidy his room and vacuum at least the kitchen. He didn't want to give his father any reason to be disappointed.
He was in the middle of cleaning the bathroom when his mother came home, calling for him to come help her with the groceries. “Welcome home, mother.” He bowed stiffly and took the bags, carrying them inside and starting to fill the fridge.
“Have you done your homework?” Aira's mother came into the kitchen, leaning against the counter and watching Akira work.
“All done.”
“Good boy.” She paused for a long while, lips pursed and eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth before closing it again. She chewed on her words before speaking out, voice trembling slightly. “Please don't anger your father like that again.”
Akira stiffened, hanging his head and staring at the counter. “I didn't mean to. I just asked a question.”
“You shouldn't ask those kind of questions. He gets mad, and then he blames me for being a bad mother, and-” She didn't finish her sentence, because by that time, Akira had finally gathered his thoughts enough to read between the lines. He turned around in a flash, his hands coming up to cup his mother's face as he inspected it closely, frowning as he spotted a fading bruise under her eye. It was partly covered in make-up, but still visible if you knew what you were looking for.
She pushed him away, avoiding eye contact as he stared her down. Finally, Akira threw his hands up in defeat and went upstairs. He tried to subdue his anger, but to no avail. He was pissed, at everyone and everything, but most of all, himself. He couldn't help but think, maybe if he had stayed, maybe if he had let his father beat him up in stead, his mother wouldn't have ended up like that.
He did eat dinner with his parents that day. He sat quietly and listened to his father ramble on about work, answered politely any questions he had about school, and bit his tongue whenever he had the urge to say more. But it didn't stop him from sending his mother worried glances during the entire meal, watching the fear on her face whenever he talked. It was the first time he had realised that she was truly scared of her own husband, and Akira wondered how many times it had happened before without him noticing.
~
Takanori was eerily quiet at lunch. Normally, he'd be talking the ears off anyone willing to listen, but today, he was quietly poking a tomato with his chopsticks, rolling it around in his lunchbox. Akira watched for a long while, and Takanori didn't even seem to notice. “Why are you so quiet today?”
Akira was shocked when Takanori looked up at him, expressionless face and blank voice, free of the usual malice and disgust he made sure to coat his words with every time he talked to Akira. “I'm thinking about tonight. I need an emergency plan in case something goes wrong.”
“Nothing will go wrong,” Akira assured, more to himself than Takanori. Takanori shrugged his shoulders and continued poking his tomato.
“What if they gang up on me? I can't defend myself if several strong guys are holding me down.”
“They won't.” Takanori gave him a look that said 'are you an idiot', and put his chopsticks down on the table, staring blankly at his food. “Even if they try, I'll protect you.”
“Are you so sure about that, Suzuki? Think about how much it could cost you if you defended a faggot. Your reputation would be ruined.”
“What do you take me for? I won't let them touch you.”
“Why am I so different?” The irritation was back in Takanori's voice, and his fists were clenched tightly in his lap. “You have watched your friends beat up probably half the school's students, even joined in sometimes, but suddenly you say you're going to defend me? Why? And don't give me any “you're my boyfriend” crap, we both know you don't actually give two shits about that at all.”
Akira licked his lips, staring down at his knees in shame. “I need you. You're a good teacher and I'm desperate to pass maths, so I need you. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Takanori leaned over the table and grabbed Akira's collar, pulling him close so their faces were merely inches away. Akira's eyes widened in surprise, while Takanori gave him a harsh glare. “Stop lying to me,” he hissed out through gritted teeth, letting go of Akira's shirt before someone noticed what was going on, standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He walked away before Akira had a chance to say anything else, leaving him alone by the table, mouth half open in disbelief as he watched Takanori's back.
~
“So, Aki, you coming tonight?” Akira nodded, and Kouyou grinned satisfactorily. “And you're bringing the fairy?”
“He's coming.” He wanted to ask Kouyou what he was planning, but since he didn't know yet if those plans included him or not, he decided not to.
“Good, I'll see you, then. I need to go home and get ready, make sure my parents bought enough booze. I can't wait to get sloshed.”
Akira sent him a wide smile, waving as he left. Getting drunk sounded like a good idea. Maybe he could forget about everything for a while. At least there was something positive about this whole day. He turned to the entrance to see people still pouring out of the large doors, all heading home, and he knew he would be seeing quite a few of them tonight. He spotted Takanori in the crowd, running to catch up to him. “I'm going home with you first, unless you mind?”
Takanori shook his head, and they got on the bus together in silence.
~
They were standing in front of Kouyou's large house, having brought nothing but phones and bus cards. Akira knew Kouyou took care of everything anyway, and they weren't planning to sleep over. There were buses still running in the middle of the night, though he was pretty sure they were leaving early. Akira took a deep breath and looked at Takanori, who was just as tense as him, if not any more. “You ready?” he asked, just as much to himself as to Takanori.
Takanori pursed his lips and nodded. “What's the worst that could happen?” He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, but neither of them were convinced. They walked up the few steps to the door and Akira rang the doorbell, Kouyou opening it with a wide grin.
“You made it!” He ushered them in, kicking the door shut behind them and giving Akira a tight hug. He smelled strongly of beer, and Akira resisted the urge to recoil. “And you brought your boyfriend as well.”
Even as Kouyou turned to him with a triumphant smirk, Takanori stood his ground, raising an eyebrow. “I only came because my hubby wanted me to.”
“At any rate, try to enjoy yourself. It's Friday night, time to let loose and forget about school. I'll be around if you need me for anything, there's drinks and snacks in the kitchen, help yourselves.” He left them alone in the hallway, heading further inside. Takanori stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“Come on, let's make the best of it.” Akira smiled and took Takanori's hand, guiding him to the living room. “Thirsty?”
“Not really.” Takanori let himself be dragged along. It was safer with Akira anyway. He just wanted to know when he could leave. Akira led them to the kitchen, and Takanori snatched a handful of chips from one of the counters. Akira went to the fridge, taking out a bottle of beer. Takanori raised an eyebrow at him as he took a long swig, chuckling to himself. “You drink?”
“Now and then.” Akira wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned against the counter. “I think I'll need it tonight.” Takanori nodded in understanding, stepping closer to Akira as the door opened.
“Oh hey, Aki.” Yuu smiled at them both, pulling out two beers from the fridge. “Why are you two in the kitchen? Party's out there.”
Takanori pressed himself to Akira's side, and he wrapped an arm around Takanori's shoulders. He was shaking with fear, and Akira squeezed him closer. “We were just looking for something to eat.”
“Take whatever you want, Kouyou's parents filled the fridge before they left. I have to get back to my date.” He winked before leaving again, beers in hand.
Akira bent down to whisper in Takanori's ear. “You're scared.” Takanori drew a shaky breath and pushed Akira away.
“Bullshit. Now come on, we don't want to seem suspicious.” They went back to the living room, finding an empty couch to sit down on. Takanori cuddled up against Akira, deciding his best bet was to stick as close to his boyfriend as possible. At least this way he didn't feel like a sitting duck in a room full of hunters. He stared down at the table in front of him, trying to ignore the curious looks people sent his way.
Akira finished his beer and went up to get another one when Takanori pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “Get one for me too, Suzuki.”
He nodded silently, returning only a minute later with two bottles, handing one to Takanori. “You sure about this?”
“I can't handle the tension any more. Besides, this might be my only chance to drink before legal age.” The grin that accompanied his words was forced, and Akira furrowed his brows.
“You've never had alcohol before?” Takanori shook his head, lifting the bottle to his lips and smelling it curiously. “Dude, don't you dare get wasted. I'm not carrying you home.”
Takanori shrugged and took a swig of his beer, narrowing his eyes at the unfamiliar taste. “It can't be that bad.”
They sat like that in silence for a good hour, Akira keeping an eye on Takanori as he slowly finished his life's first beer. He had just downed the last of it when Kouyou was in front of them with two new bottles, setting them down on the table and flashing a crooked smile. “Thought you might want another. Having fun yet?”
Takanori sent him an icy glare, and Akira cleared his throat, handing a bottle to Takanori and taking the other one for himself. “Thanks.”
~
At least three beers and another hour later, they were still in the same position, having refused to move a single inch out of fear that someone might jump them. Takanori was twitching uncomfortably when Akira nudged his shoulder, giving him an annoyed look. “What's wrong?”
Takanori stared down at his knees, patting them gently. “I gotta piss.”
“Then go.”
“I don't know where the toilet is.”
Akira rolled his eyes and got up from the couch, stuffing his hands in his pockets and trying to act nonchalant. “I'll show you.” Takanori got up, immediately sitting down again as he couldn't balance on his own two legs. He leaned on the table and slowly hoisted himself up to a standing position, swaying lightly on his feet for a second before daring to take a step, Akira grabbing his arm and hauling him in the direction of the bathroom. “I told you I didn't want to carry you.”
“Didn't think I would get this drunk.” They slowly climbed up the stairs, Takanori supporting himself on the railing. They reached the door and Takanori nodded in thanks.
“Think you can do it on your own without falling into the toilet and drowning?”
“If you want to, you could always hold my dick for me,” Takanori retorted with a smirk, getting in and closing the door behind him before Akira had time to respond. He came out five minutes later, nearly stumbling onto Akira, who leaned him against the wall, making sure he could stand on his own before letting go of his shoulders.
“My turn. Don't go anywhere.”
“As if I can.” Takanori stared at a dot on the wall opposite him until it became two dots, which then split into four. He blinked a few times, trying to focus his vision when Akira emerged from the bathroom, one hand on his forehead. “What's wrong?” Takanori asked with a frown.
“I feel dizzy.”
“You should lay down. So should I, actually. Is there a guest room here?”
Akira nodded and lay an arm around Takanori's shoulders, the two supporting each other as they made their way down the hall. Akira opened the door to one of the guest rooms, locking it behind them as Takanori fell face first onto the bed. It was large enough for two, and luckily it wouldn't be their first time sharing a bed.
Takanori flinched as he felt Akira embracing him from behind, burying his nose in Takanori's hair. “You smell good.”
“Oh, and I'm the one who's drunk?” He giggled briefly and rolled over onto his back, startled to see that Akira was wearing nothing but his boxers. Not only that, but there was a definite bulge there. “Suzuki?”
Akira leaned down to touch his lips to Takanori's neck, running his tongue along the smooth skin, successfully shocking Takanori silent. “I want you.”
Gathering all the self-restraint he had, Takanori pushed the drunken Akira off him, eyes widening in disbelief. “That's the alcohol talking.” His voice trembled and he tried to get up, only to be pushed down again by a strong hand.
“Then what do you think this is?” Akira grabbed Takanori's wrist and guided his hand down between his legs, rubbing the palm of Takanori's hand along the front of his boxers. He moaned at the light contact to his dick, his erection twitching, and no doubt Takanori could feel it even through the thin material.
Takanori tried to pull his hand away, but Akira forced him to keep rubbing, and he tried pinching Akira's shoulder to get his attention. “You're drunk, Suzuki. And you need to stop right now before you take it too far.”
Akira growled and let go of Takanori's hand, placing his arms next to his head and leaning down so their lips were mere centimetres apart, whispering against them. “I want to fuck you.”
They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, Takanori's wide open, a mix of shock and desire on his face. Then Akira closed his eyes and kissed him hard, nipping at Takanori's bottom lip. There was no hesitation, and finally Takanori relaxed, kissing him back with just as much passion. Their mouths clashed together again and again, until Akira's hand found its way between Takanori's thighs.
“Suzuki!” Takanori's moan was cut short as Akira's tongue invaded his mouth, seeking his own and playing with it briefly before he pulled away and licked along Takanori's bottom lip. Takanori gasped for breath as Akira continued stroking his cock through his jeans, thumbing the button open and sliding them off his legs easily.
Akira kissed the inside of Takanori's thigh, making him moan breathlessly. A wet tongue travelled up his leg and traced the outline of his erection through his underwear, and Takanori gasped in surprise. His boxers were quickly removed as well, and he wrenched off his shirt with ease, leaving him completely naked. “I swear Suzuki, if this is some kind of joke, I will-”
“It's not.” For some stupid reason, Takanori believed him. He propped himself up on one arm, tangling his fingers in Akira's hair and pulling him in for another kiss. Their lips met and parted several times before Akira pushed Takanori back down on the bed, leaning over to rummage through the drawers of the bedside table.
Takanori was shocked when Akira pulled out a condom, tearing the wrapper and rolling it on his dick. He was about to protest when Akira stuck two fingers into his mouth, sucking on them lewdly and making Takanori forget everything he wanted to say. He circled his index around Takanori's hole, looking up at him for permission.
No sooner did Takanori nod than Akira pushed the first finger in. He bit his lip and threw his head back, a loud moan escaping him as the finger wiggled further inside. Akira thrust it in and out gently a few times, letting Takanori get used to the feeling, before adding another. He scissored them slowly, stretching Takanori and opening him up. He watched Takanori's face for his reaction, frowning as he suddenly shrieked, hips jerking upwards. “Do that again.”
Akira tried to remember where he had pressed, rubbing his fingers against the same spot again. Takanori let out another loud moan, biting down on his wrist to muffle the sound. Akira eased a third finger in, thrusting them slowly and making sure to get the angle right, drawing more pleasured noises from Takanori's lips.
Pulling Akira's face down, Takanori kissed him softly before laying back down, grabbing Akira's hips in stead. “I want you inside me.” Akira nodded, grabbing his dick and positioning himself at Takanori's entrance, lifting his hips for easier access.
“Ready?” Takanori nodded and Akira pushed inside him, groaning as tight heat enveloped him. He buried himself to the hilt and leaned forward, kissing Takanori's chest to try and calm him down. “Just focus on my lips.” Takanori was breathing heavily, trying to adjust to the stretch, taking Akira's advice and trying to think only about Akira's mouth and the warm tongue that teased his nipples.
After a while, it became less painful, and Takanori wrapped his legs around Akira's waist. “Move.” He hissed as Akira pulled out and thrust back inside, grabbing Akira's shoulders and digging his nails into the soft flesh. His mind was spinning with confused thoughts of why Akira was doing this, what his secret agenda was, but then Akira started to fuck him, and all conscious thought left Takanori in a heartbeat.
“Harder, Akira!” Akira grunted and sped up his thrusts, leaning down to bite and lick at Takanori's neck, muffling his low groans against Takanori's pale skin. Takanori was moaning loudly, nearly screaming with pleasure as Akira changed his angle and started hitting his prostate with every thrust. He held onto Akira's back for support, probably scraping his skin in the process but it didn't seem that Akira minded.
“You feel so good Taka,” Akira whispered, reaching between them to stroke Takanori's cock in time with his thrusts. Takanori mewled, feeling his orgasm approaching and trying to hold back as long as he could. He wanted this to last forever, it felt so good he wanted to melt in Akira's arms. He clenched his inner walls tightly, loving the pleasured sounds he could draw from Akira's lips, loving how utterly lost in pleasure he looked as he threw his head back and jerked his hips with frantic desperation.
Takanori screamed Akira's name as he came with another hard thrust to his prostate, feeling Akira pulse inside him as he came, both of them moaning and panting in the aftershocks of their orgasms while they shared wet, sloppy kisses. Akira plopped down on his back next to Takanori, pulling the condom off and throwing it on the ground next to the bed without a care in the world.
“Shit, Suzuki.” Takanori contemplated bugging Akira about his sexuality, but decided that now was definitely not the time. He heard a soft snore and turned his head, chuckling to himself as he saw that Akira had already fallen asleep. Pulling the covers over them, he snuggled up to Akira and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.
~
“Hey Kou, have you seen either of the fags?”
Kouyou gave Yuu a puzzled look. “Akira's not a fag. Yet.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Actually, no, I haven't. They disappeared a while ago.”
“Well I've checked everywhere on the ground floor, so they must have gone upstairs.”
“But the only rooms upstairs are bedrooms.” Kouyou narrowed his eyes before grabbing Yuu's arm, dragging him up to the first floor in a hurry. “Fuck, I must have switched their drinks! I'm an idiot!”
Yuu shrugged Kouyou's hand off him, stopping in the middle of the staircase and staring at his friend. “What are you talking about?”
“I slipped a little something in Matsumoto's beer, but now that I think about it, I might have given him the wrong bottle.”
“Why did you do that?”
Kouyou rolled his eyes and sighed. “Because I thought if I got him a little loosened up, he might make a move on Akira. I wanted to know how he would react, if he would push that faggot away or just put up with it. At the very least, Matsumoto would embarrass himself and probably have a horrible headache tomorrow.”
“So who ended up with the spiked beer?” Chewing his lips, Kouyou looked away in shame, avoiding Yuu's gaze. “Kou?”
“I think I gave it to Akira in stead.”
“Kou... what exactly did you give him?”
They both looked at each other for a long moment before the graveness of the situation hit them both, and they dashed up the stairs and to the guest bedroom. Stopping outside the door, Kouyou pressed an ear against the wood, although it wasn't really necessary. Takanori's moans were loud enough that they could hear him clearly from a distance, even over the booming party music from downstairs. Yuu looked down at the floor, blushing furiously. “It could be someone else.”
Just then, Takanori moaned Akira's name, and they both stepped away from the door as if it were on fire.
“That is fucking disgusting,” Kouyou said with a deep frown.
“I think I need to throw up.” Yuu gave Kouyou an angry glare, punching his shoulder. “Fuck, why do you have to be so stupid?”
“Never mind.” Kouyou's face lit up and he grinned, starting to make his way back downstairs. “I think we can turn this to our favour.”
“Our best friend is fucking a faggot in your guest room. How exactly can this turn out good?”
“Because Matsumoto doesn't know that he's been drugged.”
“Kou, I'm too drunk to figure out what you mean by that. Can you please stop being cryptic and just explain?”
Kouyou stopped in the hallway and pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “I have Akira's phone, with Matsumoto's number on it.”
Realization dawned on Yuu, and he couldn't stop the smirk from forming even if he had wanted to. “Oh.”
“Exactly. So for now, let's enjoy ourselves. Tomorrow, we have a heart to crush.”
A/N: -hides under a table- I am prepared to be hit with bricks for this. No, Kouyou really has no idea how drugs work. Yes, he really just intended for Takanori to make a fool of himself and feel really bad afterwards. And yes, this also means Akira won't remember a shit tomorrow.