Beauty and the Geek (ch. 12) (FINAL!!!)
Title: Beauty and the Geek
Chapter: 12/12
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing, anal sex, alcohol/drugs, violence and mentions of blood
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, not the characters.
Comment: Last chapter omfg! Comments at the bottom
Akira was sitting on the bus, Takanori's books in his lap and his backpack on the seat next to him as he stared at the raindrops trickling down the window. He was trying to think of something to say to Takanori, but he was completely blank. He realised that he had screwed up big time, and Yutaka was right. He had to fix this.
He took a deep breath and decided to start from the beginning again. What was the issue? What was Takanori so upset about? He had accused Akira of playing with his feelings. That was the first thing that came to mind, but something about that seemed off. How could Akira play with something that wasn't there? He couldn't, which meant that there had to be some feelings present for Akira to be able to hurt them.
That thought hit him like a meteor and he sat, dumbstruck, nearly missing his stop before he remembered himself and dashed out into the rain. He stood, frozen to the spot, for several long minutes as his brain tried to process this new discovery.
Takanori had feelings for him. Whether sexual, friendly, romantic or otherwise, Takanori had feelings for Akira beyond the annoyance and repulsion he made sure to make painfully apparent to Akira whenever they were together. It was only logical. Takanori was upset about Akira playing with his feelings. He wouldn't be so upset if he simply hated Akira. That didn't make any sense.
Thus, Akira started trotting towards Takanori's house, books in his hands and a smile on his face. Why his sudden realisation had made him this happy, he wasn't sure, but the point was that he was happy.
Which only made him all the more furious when, after being let inside by Takanori's mother and telling her that he had to deliver Takanori's books, he knocked on the door and received an annoyed growl in response, followed by a yell of “Go away!”
“No.” Akira slammed the door open, determined to not let Takanori throw him off, dropping his backpack and Takanori's books on the ground.
Takanori looked up from his pillow, eyes widening in shock as he saw who it was. His expression quickly warped into one of malice, and he snarled out his next words. “Get the fuck out of my house before I castrate you.”
“No, and calm down. No need to scare your mother.” Akira sat down on the floor, as far away from the futon as he could. He met Takanori's glare, slightly taken aback by how exhausted he looked. His eyes were red from crying, and Akira turned away, not wanting to see Takanori so sad, especially considering it was his fault. “I brought your books so you can do your homework.”
Takanori glared at the pile of books, then back at Akira. “Good. Now go away.”
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don't. Get out of my room.”
“Will you just listen to me for a second?” Akira tried not to yell. He had come here to apologise, after all, and yelling would probably just infuriate Takanori even more. “I didn't know you had feelings for me.”
“What makes you think I do?”
“On Monday you screamed at me not to play with your feelings, and then you punched me in the face. So obviously, you have feelings, and I've hurt them.”
“Come here to laugh at me? Go ahead, spit in my face and tell me how pathetic and miserable I am, falling for a straight guy.”
“Why do you think I'm such a bad guy?” Akira voice was quiet, and Takanori narrowed his eyes.
“Oh no, don't try to turn this around. You're not the one suffering, Suzuki. You've had it easy. You and your friends who bully juniors for lunch money, who are the kings of the school and can get as much pussy as you want. I'm the one who lost my father, got bullied and beat up because of who I am. And now you're exploiting that, thinking you can fool around with me just to break my heart.” He took a few shallow breaths to calm himself, his eyes clenching shut in pain, and his next words were spoken so low that Akira thought he hadn't spoken at first. “I'm not a toy that you can play with and then throw away when you break it.”
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry all that happened to you, but you know what, Takanori? You're not the only one who's had it hard.”
“Oh, boohoo, if you fail your parents are going to throw you out, it must be so horrible being you.”
Akira just stared at the floor, lost in thought, ignoring the spiteful look Takanori was sending him. “I just found out that my father beats up my mother whenever he's upset and I'm not home. Which, when I think about it, explains all the weekends my mum chased me away from home and I had to stay the night at either Yuu or Kouyou's place. Growing up, I thought it was just because she didn't like me.”
“If you think I'm going to take pity on you just because you have shit parents, you're dead wrong.”
“I didn't say that.” They were both quiet for a long while, Takanori repeatedly biting his lip and Akira picking at some lint on his sock. Finally, Akira managed to clear his head of all the doubts he had about his father, shaking his head and looking up at Takanori. “I didn't mean to break your heart.”
“Fuck you.” Takanori turned around and stared harshly at the wall. “Fuck you.”
“Will you believe me if I tell you I don't remember anything from that night?” When he didn't receive a reply or a shake of the head, he continued. “I must have been completely hammered, because I can't remember shit. The last I remember is sitting on the couch, and then you asking me to show you the bathroom. From then on, it's all blank. And I know that's not an excuse, but you know what? I didn't know you had feelings for me. I didn't even consider it. All this time, you have been treating me like I'm the most worthless little cockroach in the world. I sincerely thought you hated me. And honestly, can you blame me?”
Takanori snorted, but he didn't say anything. Akira decided to continue. “I never meant to play with your heart. I just wanted to pass maths. I'm sorry for whatever I did, because I can't really remember any of it. But believe me when I say that I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Why?” Takanori's voice trembled, and he held his breath to stop the sobs that threatened to escape his raw throat. “Why do you care?”
And with that, everything fell into place. Suddenly, it all made sense. In that small moment of clarity, Akira realised why he had bothered to come all this way just to talk to Takanori. It made sense that he wanted to protect him. It made sense that he had felt so lonely and empty without Takanori there all week. His head fell limp and he shook it in irony as tears of his own trailed down his face.
“Because I love you.”
“I told you, Akira, don't play with me.”
He ignored the tremble of Takanori's voice, slowly getting up off the floor and crawling over to the futon. He sat down behind Takanori, pulling him up into a sitting position and wrapping his arms around him. He shrugged off Takanori's attempts to free himself, holding him tight against his chest and smiling as tears poured down his face. “I love you, Takanori.”
“Don't.” Takanori clenched his eyes in a desperate attempt to hold back the tears, and Akira leaned down to kiss his shoulder, moving on to his neck. “If you say that, I might believe you.”
Akira laughed, burying his face in the nape of Takanori's neck, knowing that Takanori could probably feel the wetness of his tears, but he didn't care. All he cared about was revelling in the scent of Takanori's skin, hugging the frail body close as it trembled and shook with sobs. “I love you more than the world, Takanori.”
“I love you too.” Takanori turned around slightly, looking at Akira with wet eyes as he smiled, a chuckle escaping him at the absurdity of the situation. “I love you so much.”
Akira wiped a few tears off Takanori's face, leaning down to press his lips softly to Takanori's trembling ones, red and sore from having been bitten so much. Both of them closed their eyes as they sat there for the longest moment, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Then Akira pulled Takanori closer, clasping his teeth over Takanori's bottom lip repeatedly. He ran his tongue along the plump flesh, tauntingly poking the tip just inside Takanori's mouth before pulling back, grinning.
“You tease.” Takanori pouted, pushing Akira onto the mattress, surprised that Akira let him.
“Oh, I am? We had sex and you're the only one who can remember it. Now that's unfair.” Takanori laughed, and Akira flicked his forehead, faking an annoyed glare. “Was it good?”
“Judging by the sound of your moans, my ass must be heaven.” Takanori winked, leaning down to kiss Akira's stomach. When he tried to move his head to look up, however, Akira pushed him further down. Takanori was confused for a second, until he noticed the tent in Akira's trousers, and he laughed. “You love me that much?”
“Please,” Akira panted, slightly breathless just at the sight of Takanori, so alluring and sexy. He had never known a man could look so hot before. “If you- want to, I mean, you don't have to-”
“I want to.” Takanori looked up at Akira, licking his lips as he started to unfasten Akira's belt. He smirked as he grabbed the hem of Akira's trousers, pulling them off him and throwing them on the floor. His boxers followed suit, his cock springing free as Takanori slid his underwear off. He hesitated for a second, looking at Akira's dick and pursing his lips.“This is my first time, so don't expect me to be as good as all the sluts you've fucked previously.”
He licked the side of Akira's cock slowly, running his tongue flat up the length a few times to get accustomed to the taste. He kissed the head of it before taking a deep breath, wrapping his lips around the tip. Akira gasped, tangling his hand in Takanori's hair, and Takanori responded with a moan, closing his eyes and taking a few more centimetres, running his tongue over the head.
Akira propped himself up on his free arm, ignoring his urge to fall back on the futon and thrust his hips up into Takanori's mouth. It was weird, having another guy suck him off, but the harder Takanori sucked, the less Akira cared. It wasn't any different from when a girl did it, except that Takanori didn't make as much noise, which Akira didn't mind at all. He watched his cock disappear between Takanori's lips as he started bobbing his head, running his hands through Takanori's hair and loving the concentrated look on his face as he focused on pleasuring Akira.
Takanori reached up to stroke the base of Akira's cock with one hand, unable to fit it all in his mouth. He heard Akira's moans and grunts above him, and felt his heart skip a beat at the fact that he was making Akira feel good. He sucked harder, moved his head faster, until Akira's cock exploded in his mouth. He nearly coughed as Akira's sperm filled his mouth quickly, swallowing several times and letting Akira's dick slip from his mouth as he sat up on his knees.
“Fuck, Takanori, that was good.” Akira panted heavily, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Really? Thanks.” Takanori smiled, brushing his hair behind his ear and licking his lips mischievously. “I will get better with practice.”
As Akira regained his ability to move, he threw off his shirt, leaning over to help Takanori with his. They shared several long kisses before Takanori lay down on the futon, starting to unbuckle his belt. “I don't have a condom.”
“I always have a few spares in my backpack.”
Takanori stared at him in disbelief, before shaking his head and laughing as he pulled off his trousers. “You're unbelievable.”
“Maybe, but I'm prepared.” Akira grinned and helped Takanori get off the last of his clothes, leaning over to kiss him, but was stopped by a hand on his chest. Akira's mouth fell open as Takanori rolled over onto his stomach, bending his knees under him and wriggling his ass.
“Come on.” Takanori looked over his shoulder, licking his lips and raising a challenging eyebrow at Akira, who was just gaping at him. “What are you waiting for?”
Akira leaned forward to kiss Takanori's ass, sucking on three of his fingers to wet them as much as he could. “I love you.” He prodded Takanori's hole with his index finger, prompting him to relax as he slowly pushed it inside. Takanori let out a small gasp, burying his face in the mattress as Akira added another finger, spreading them slightly to stretch Takanori's ass.
Takanori whimpered slightly as Akira pushed his third finger inside, turning his head to breathe properly as he tried to relax his muscles. The stretch was almost too much for him, but Akira took his time, prepping him slowly, and it hurt less with every thrust. Then Akira accidentally brushed the tips of his fingers over his prostate, and Takanori moaned loudly. “Just fuck me already.”
Akira smirked and pulled out his fingers, getting up to fetch a condom from his backpack. “Demanding.” He pressed a kiss to Takanori's thigh, opening the wrapper and rolling the condom on his dick. He positioned the tip at Takanori's entrance, pushing in slowly, groaning as Takanori clenched his ass around him. “Fuck, you're tight.”
“And you're huge,” Takanori mumbled, pushing his ass back to try get Akira deeper. “But never mind that. The sooner you start to fuck me, the sooner it will feel better.”
Akira chuckled breathlessly, grabbing Takanori's hips and holding him still. He loved the sight of Takanori underneath him, trembling slightly and gripping the sheets as he struggled to breathe. “Ask me nicely.”
“Fuck's sake, Suzuki, if you don't start to move, I'll just kick you out and jerk off myself!”
Akira laughed, pulling out and thrusting into Takanori's ass with a low moan. He pulled Takanori's hips back to meet his thrusts as he started fucking him, snapping his hips forward as he threw his head back and groaned.
“Harder,” Takanori moaned, burying his face in the sheets again to muffle his pleasured cries, rocking back and forth and desperately trying to keep his balance as Akira fucked him faster, his balls slapping against Takanori's ass.
“I love you,” Akira repeated, planting his hands on either side of Takanori's head, kissing his spine. “I love you so much.”
Takanori grunted in response. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Grinning, Akira leaned his weight forward and pounded into Takanori's ass, losing himself in the sound of Takanori's moans. As Takanori's hand grabbed his own and held on for dear life, Akira realised with a smile that this was the first time he actually made love to someone. He had fucked plenty of chicks before, but this time was different, not because Takanori was a guy, but because he loved him.
Akira wrapped a hand around Takanori's dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts. It only took two seconds before Takanori gasped and squirmed under him, screaming into the futon as he came. Akira milked his dick for every last drop while he continued to thrust into him, grunting as Takanori's ass clenched around his cock in time with his spasms. His hips jerked erratically before he stilled entirely, groaning and falling onto the bed next to Takanori.
Takanori chuckled and pulled the condom off Akira, getting up to throw it into the trash bin. He crawled on top of Akira, pecking his lips sweetly before resting his head on his chest. “So, still going to argue that you're straight?”
Akira laughed and rolled them over, tickling Takanori's sides until he was nearly dying from laughter. “Fuck you.”
“You already did.”
They were interrupted by a knock on the door, Takanori's mother clearing her throat. “Um, boys? I made dinner, if you... have some time.”
They both burst out laughing, Takanori burying his face in the pillow and groaning in shame. “Oh god, I forgot she was home. Think she heard us?”
“Duh.” Akira grinned and pinched Takanori's hip. “I'm sure she'll just be glad that I got you in a good mood again.”
“She'll be happy as long as I drag my ass to school on Monday.”
“If you can even move your ass by then.”
“Fuck you.” Takanori smiled, swatting Akira's shoulder playfully.
“That was the plan.”
~
Akira had gone back home on Saturday to get some clothes, returning to stay with Takanori the rest of the weekend. When Monday arrived, they got on the bus, both happy and sated after a weekend of cuddling and fooling around. When they were almost there, Takanori rested his head on Akira's shoulder and sighed. “You know, you could have answered my text.”
“What text?” Akira raised an eyebrow, and Takanori rolled his eyes.
“The one I sent you after the party.”
“I didn't get any text. Are you sure you sent it?”
“Positive.” Takanori looked utterly confused, brows furrowing as he fished out his phone, showing Akira the text in question. “It was one of the reasons I was so pissed.”
Akira frowned as he read the message. “I never got that.” Then realisation dawned on him, and he clenched his fists, feeling positively murderous. “Actually, Saturday morning my phone wasn't in my pocket. Kouyou had it.”
Takanori's expression went from confusion to fury as he caught up. “Well, that would explain a lot of things. For example, why he had my number.”
“He texted you?”
Takanori nodded, showing him the message Kouyou had sent. As Akira read it, he felt himself seething. “Well, that fucktard sure has a few things to explain.”
As if on cue, the bus announced that the next stop was the school, and Akira looked out the window to spot Kouyou's car pulling up to the sidewalk. Before Takanori had the time to say anything, Akira sprinted out of the bus, launching himself at Kouyou and punching him in the face as hard as he could.
The punch caught Kouyou off guard, but not as much as the realisation of who had thrown it. He stared at Akira with utter disbelief on his face, bringing his hand up to his nose, his eyes glinting dangerously as he discovered that he was bleeding. “There better be a good fucking explanation for this, Aki.”
“You took my phone. You texted Takanori. You knew we had sex and you didn't even tell me.” Akira was twice as pissed as Kouyou, and he suspected the sole reason he hadn't already been thrown to the ground was that Kouyou could tell.
“You fucked a faggot, Aki! What did you want me to do? I had to try and fix the mess before-”
Akira cut off Kouyou mid-sentence with a knee that connected to his groin, making Kouyou scream and stumble to the ground as he held his crotch, tears streaming from his eyes. Already, a small crowd was gathering around them. “Fuck you, Kou. I thought you were my friend.” He was about to turn around and leave when Kouyou's shrill laugh reached his ears.
“So it's true, huh. They really do turn you. Fuck, I'm probably contaminated already.”
“The only thing you'll risk catching from me is a brain cell, and wouldn't that be too bad. If you had one you might realise what a dumb fucker you are.” Punching him one last time for good measure, Akira started walking back towards the school, but Kouyou yelled after him, desperation evident in his voice.
“The only reason you and Matsumoto had sex in the first place was because I slipped roofies into your beer.” Kouyou coughed, a gob of blood and spit landing on the ground in front of him. “Now that I googled it, things make sense. Did you know they're commonly called the date rape drug? So who raped who, eh, Aki? You? Or the midget?”
Akira turned around to gawk at Kouyou. His stomach twisted, and he felt nauseated all of a sudden. Rohypnol. That explained why he couldn't remember anything from the night. “Are you really that shit of a friend?”
“I'm not friends with faggots who betray their bros for a fucking fairy!”
Akira was about to go back and punch him, but he was beat to it. Takanori had finally managed to drag his and Akira's backpack off the bus, and threw them off his shoulder as he dashed to Kouyou and leaped on top of him. He knocked the back of Kouyou's head into the pavement, raising his fist and slamming it into Kouyou's face over and over again until his knuckles were scraped and Kouyou was nearly unconscious. He didn't stop until Yuu showed up, scrambling out of his car to pull the furious midget off Kouyou.
“What the fuck is going on?!” He yelped as Takanori bit his hand, letting go of him and running over to Kouyou, bending over him and checking if he was breathing. Kouyou slapped his hand away weakly and coughed, trying to get up but falling back down immediately.
“Please tell me you weren't in on this, Yuu.” Akira had walked over to them now, tilting his head and staring at Yuu forlornly.
Yuu turned to glare angrily at both Akira and Takanori, then back to Kouyou. He seemed to have a problem choosing sides, but then a choked growl came from Kouyou, and Yuu got to his feet, clenching his fists. “Whatever Kou did, I support him. Because friends are supposed to stick together. What happened to that, Akira?”
“Your definition of friendship is obviously different from mine.” Akira took a step forward, pretending to punch Yuu in the face, waiting until Yuu's hands flew up in front of his eyes in defence before he kicked Yuu's legs out under him, kicking him hard in the stomach.
Akira turned around, shocked, as he hear the echo of clapping. A circle of students had gathered around them, and they were clapping and whooping, cheering Akira's name, and he smiled as he realised that Yuu and Kouyou was disliked by the entire school. They had ruled entirely through fear, and now that it had been proven that they weren't invincible, their kingdom fell apart and crumbled into ash.
“Okay bitches, listen up.” Takanori grabbed Akira's arm, smirking triumphantly as he laced his fingers with Akira's. “Suzuki Akira belongs to me. I as much as hear about one of you whores flirting with him, and I will rip your heads off, got it?”
A long silence ensued, and Akira laughed, kissing the tip of Takanori's nose. “You're such a dork.” He started walking towards the school, hand in hand with Takanori.
“I'm dating the school's hottest guy. I'm allowed to brag.”
Akira did pass maths that year. He graduated, just barely, but he graduated. Even so, his parents kicked him out of school long before the final grades were set. As soon as they heard (from either Kouyou or Yuu's parents, Akira suspected) that Akira was gay and had a boyfriend, they threw him out on his ass the very same day, but Akira didn't really mind. He moved in with Takanori and his mother, and when autumn came and Takanori started his final year, Akira got a job. He wanted to help support the family financially, and wait another year before going to college, so he and Takanori could be in the same class, and hopefully share a dorm.
Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
And finally, he was starting to believe that himself.
A/N: So I just finished my first ever chapterfic! Woo! -throws confetti- Thank you guys for putting up with me and my irregular posting times, and for all the comments and support, I appreciate all of it! And thank you all you lurkers who read it but are too shy to comment, I love you guys too!
Chapter: 12/12
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: ReitaxRuki
Genre: AU, high school, humor, angst
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: MxM, kissing, homophobia, loads of swearing, anal sex, alcohol/drugs, violence and mentions of blood
Summary: Everyone thought Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
Except Akira himself.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, not the characters.
Comment: Last chapter omfg! Comments at the bottom
Akira was sitting on the bus, Takanori's books in his lap and his backpack on the seat next to him as he stared at the raindrops trickling down the window. He was trying to think of something to say to Takanori, but he was completely blank. He realised that he had screwed up big time, and Yutaka was right. He had to fix this.
He took a deep breath and decided to start from the beginning again. What was the issue? What was Takanori so upset about? He had accused Akira of playing with his feelings. That was the first thing that came to mind, but something about that seemed off. How could Akira play with something that wasn't there? He couldn't, which meant that there had to be some feelings present for Akira to be able to hurt them.
That thought hit him like a meteor and he sat, dumbstruck, nearly missing his stop before he remembered himself and dashed out into the rain. He stood, frozen to the spot, for several long minutes as his brain tried to process this new discovery.
Takanori had feelings for him. Whether sexual, friendly, romantic or otherwise, Takanori had feelings for Akira beyond the annoyance and repulsion he made sure to make painfully apparent to Akira whenever they were together. It was only logical. Takanori was upset about Akira playing with his feelings. He wouldn't be so upset if he simply hated Akira. That didn't make any sense.
Thus, Akira started trotting towards Takanori's house, books in his hands and a smile on his face. Why his sudden realisation had made him this happy, he wasn't sure, but the point was that he was happy.
Which only made him all the more furious when, after being let inside by Takanori's mother and telling her that he had to deliver Takanori's books, he knocked on the door and received an annoyed growl in response, followed by a yell of “Go away!”
“No.” Akira slammed the door open, determined to not let Takanori throw him off, dropping his backpack and Takanori's books on the ground.
Takanori looked up from his pillow, eyes widening in shock as he saw who it was. His expression quickly warped into one of malice, and he snarled out his next words. “Get the fuck out of my house before I castrate you.”
“No, and calm down. No need to scare your mother.” Akira sat down on the floor, as far away from the futon as he could. He met Takanori's glare, slightly taken aback by how exhausted he looked. His eyes were red from crying, and Akira turned away, not wanting to see Takanori so sad, especially considering it was his fault. “I brought your books so you can do your homework.”
Takanori glared at the pile of books, then back at Akira. “Good. Now go away.”
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don't. Get out of my room.”
“Will you just listen to me for a second?” Akira tried not to yell. He had come here to apologise, after all, and yelling would probably just infuriate Takanori even more. “I didn't know you had feelings for me.”
“What makes you think I do?”
“On Monday you screamed at me not to play with your feelings, and then you punched me in the face. So obviously, you have feelings, and I've hurt them.”
“Come here to laugh at me? Go ahead, spit in my face and tell me how pathetic and miserable I am, falling for a straight guy.”
“Why do you think I'm such a bad guy?” Akira voice was quiet, and Takanori narrowed his eyes.
“Oh no, don't try to turn this around. You're not the one suffering, Suzuki. You've had it easy. You and your friends who bully juniors for lunch money, who are the kings of the school and can get as much pussy as you want. I'm the one who lost my father, got bullied and beat up because of who I am. And now you're exploiting that, thinking you can fool around with me just to break my heart.” He took a few shallow breaths to calm himself, his eyes clenching shut in pain, and his next words were spoken so low that Akira thought he hadn't spoken at first. “I'm not a toy that you can play with and then throw away when you break it.”
“I'm sorry. I'm sorry all that happened to you, but you know what, Takanori? You're not the only one who's had it hard.”
“Oh, boohoo, if you fail your parents are going to throw you out, it must be so horrible being you.”
Akira just stared at the floor, lost in thought, ignoring the spiteful look Takanori was sending him. “I just found out that my father beats up my mother whenever he's upset and I'm not home. Which, when I think about it, explains all the weekends my mum chased me away from home and I had to stay the night at either Yuu or Kouyou's place. Growing up, I thought it was just because she didn't like me.”
“If you think I'm going to take pity on you just because you have shit parents, you're dead wrong.”
“I didn't say that.” They were both quiet for a long while, Takanori repeatedly biting his lip and Akira picking at some lint on his sock. Finally, Akira managed to clear his head of all the doubts he had about his father, shaking his head and looking up at Takanori. “I didn't mean to break your heart.”
“Fuck you.” Takanori turned around and stared harshly at the wall. “Fuck you.”
“Will you believe me if I tell you I don't remember anything from that night?” When he didn't receive a reply or a shake of the head, he continued. “I must have been completely hammered, because I can't remember shit. The last I remember is sitting on the couch, and then you asking me to show you the bathroom. From then on, it's all blank. And I know that's not an excuse, but you know what? I didn't know you had feelings for me. I didn't even consider it. All this time, you have been treating me like I'm the most worthless little cockroach in the world. I sincerely thought you hated me. And honestly, can you blame me?”
Takanori snorted, but he didn't say anything. Akira decided to continue. “I never meant to play with your heart. I just wanted to pass maths. I'm sorry for whatever I did, because I can't really remember any of it. But believe me when I say that I never wanted to hurt you.”
“Why?” Takanori's voice trembled, and he held his breath to stop the sobs that threatened to escape his raw throat. “Why do you care?”
And with that, everything fell into place. Suddenly, it all made sense. In that small moment of clarity, Akira realised why he had bothered to come all this way just to talk to Takanori. It made sense that he wanted to protect him. It made sense that he had felt so lonely and empty without Takanori there all week. His head fell limp and he shook it in irony as tears of his own trailed down his face.
“Because I love you.”
“I told you, Akira, don't play with me.”
He ignored the tremble of Takanori's voice, slowly getting up off the floor and crawling over to the futon. He sat down behind Takanori, pulling him up into a sitting position and wrapping his arms around him. He shrugged off Takanori's attempts to free himself, holding him tight against his chest and smiling as tears poured down his face. “I love you, Takanori.”
“Don't.” Takanori clenched his eyes in a desperate attempt to hold back the tears, and Akira leaned down to kiss his shoulder, moving on to his neck. “If you say that, I might believe you.”
Akira laughed, burying his face in the nape of Takanori's neck, knowing that Takanori could probably feel the wetness of his tears, but he didn't care. All he cared about was revelling in the scent of Takanori's skin, hugging the frail body close as it trembled and shook with sobs. “I love you more than the world, Takanori.”
“I love you too.” Takanori turned around slightly, looking at Akira with wet eyes as he smiled, a chuckle escaping him at the absurdity of the situation. “I love you so much.”
Akira wiped a few tears off Takanori's face, leaning down to press his lips softly to Takanori's trembling ones, red and sore from having been bitten so much. Both of them closed their eyes as they sat there for the longest moment, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Then Akira pulled Takanori closer, clasping his teeth over Takanori's bottom lip repeatedly. He ran his tongue along the plump flesh, tauntingly poking the tip just inside Takanori's mouth before pulling back, grinning.
“You tease.” Takanori pouted, pushing Akira onto the mattress, surprised that Akira let him.
“Oh, I am? We had sex and you're the only one who can remember it. Now that's unfair.” Takanori laughed, and Akira flicked his forehead, faking an annoyed glare. “Was it good?”
“Judging by the sound of your moans, my ass must be heaven.” Takanori winked, leaning down to kiss Akira's stomach. When he tried to move his head to look up, however, Akira pushed him further down. Takanori was confused for a second, until he noticed the tent in Akira's trousers, and he laughed. “You love me that much?”
“Please,” Akira panted, slightly breathless just at the sight of Takanori, so alluring and sexy. He had never known a man could look so hot before. “If you- want to, I mean, you don't have to-”
“I want to.” Takanori looked up at Akira, licking his lips as he started to unfasten Akira's belt. He smirked as he grabbed the hem of Akira's trousers, pulling them off him and throwing them on the floor. His boxers followed suit, his cock springing free as Takanori slid his underwear off. He hesitated for a second, looking at Akira's dick and pursing his lips.“This is my first time, so don't expect me to be as good as all the sluts you've fucked previously.”
He licked the side of Akira's cock slowly, running his tongue flat up the length a few times to get accustomed to the taste. He kissed the head of it before taking a deep breath, wrapping his lips around the tip. Akira gasped, tangling his hand in Takanori's hair, and Takanori responded with a moan, closing his eyes and taking a few more centimetres, running his tongue over the head.
Akira propped himself up on his free arm, ignoring his urge to fall back on the futon and thrust his hips up into Takanori's mouth. It was weird, having another guy suck him off, but the harder Takanori sucked, the less Akira cared. It wasn't any different from when a girl did it, except that Takanori didn't make as much noise, which Akira didn't mind at all. He watched his cock disappear between Takanori's lips as he started bobbing his head, running his hands through Takanori's hair and loving the concentrated look on his face as he focused on pleasuring Akira.
Takanori reached up to stroke the base of Akira's cock with one hand, unable to fit it all in his mouth. He heard Akira's moans and grunts above him, and felt his heart skip a beat at the fact that he was making Akira feel good. He sucked harder, moved his head faster, until Akira's cock exploded in his mouth. He nearly coughed as Akira's sperm filled his mouth quickly, swallowing several times and letting Akira's dick slip from his mouth as he sat up on his knees.
“Fuck, Takanori, that was good.” Akira panted heavily, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
“Really? Thanks.” Takanori smiled, brushing his hair behind his ear and licking his lips mischievously. “I will get better with practice.”
As Akira regained his ability to move, he threw off his shirt, leaning over to help Takanori with his. They shared several long kisses before Takanori lay down on the futon, starting to unbuckle his belt. “I don't have a condom.”
“I always have a few spares in my backpack.”
Takanori stared at him in disbelief, before shaking his head and laughing as he pulled off his trousers. “You're unbelievable.”
“Maybe, but I'm prepared.” Akira grinned and helped Takanori get off the last of his clothes, leaning over to kiss him, but was stopped by a hand on his chest. Akira's mouth fell open as Takanori rolled over onto his stomach, bending his knees under him and wriggling his ass.
“Come on.” Takanori looked over his shoulder, licking his lips and raising a challenging eyebrow at Akira, who was just gaping at him. “What are you waiting for?”
Akira leaned forward to kiss Takanori's ass, sucking on three of his fingers to wet them as much as he could. “I love you.” He prodded Takanori's hole with his index finger, prompting him to relax as he slowly pushed it inside. Takanori let out a small gasp, burying his face in the mattress as Akira added another finger, spreading them slightly to stretch Takanori's ass.
Takanori whimpered slightly as Akira pushed his third finger inside, turning his head to breathe properly as he tried to relax his muscles. The stretch was almost too much for him, but Akira took his time, prepping him slowly, and it hurt less with every thrust. Then Akira accidentally brushed the tips of his fingers over his prostate, and Takanori moaned loudly. “Just fuck me already.”
Akira smirked and pulled out his fingers, getting up to fetch a condom from his backpack. “Demanding.” He pressed a kiss to Takanori's thigh, opening the wrapper and rolling the condom on his dick. He positioned the tip at Takanori's entrance, pushing in slowly, groaning as Takanori clenched his ass around him. “Fuck, you're tight.”
“And you're huge,” Takanori mumbled, pushing his ass back to try get Akira deeper. “But never mind that. The sooner you start to fuck me, the sooner it will feel better.”
Akira chuckled breathlessly, grabbing Takanori's hips and holding him still. He loved the sight of Takanori underneath him, trembling slightly and gripping the sheets as he struggled to breathe. “Ask me nicely.”
“Fuck's sake, Suzuki, if you don't start to move, I'll just kick you out and jerk off myself!”
Akira laughed, pulling out and thrusting into Takanori's ass with a low moan. He pulled Takanori's hips back to meet his thrusts as he started fucking him, snapping his hips forward as he threw his head back and groaned.
“Harder,” Takanori moaned, burying his face in the sheets again to muffle his pleasured cries, rocking back and forth and desperately trying to keep his balance as Akira fucked him faster, his balls slapping against Takanori's ass.
“I love you,” Akira repeated, planting his hands on either side of Takanori's head, kissing his spine. “I love you so much.”
Takanori grunted in response. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Grinning, Akira leaned his weight forward and pounded into Takanori's ass, losing himself in the sound of Takanori's moans. As Takanori's hand grabbed his own and held on for dear life, Akira realised with a smile that this was the first time he actually made love to someone. He had fucked plenty of chicks before, but this time was different, not because Takanori was a guy, but because he loved him.
Akira wrapped a hand around Takanori's dick, stroking him in time with his thrusts. It only took two seconds before Takanori gasped and squirmed under him, screaming into the futon as he came. Akira milked his dick for every last drop while he continued to thrust into him, grunting as Takanori's ass clenched around his cock in time with his spasms. His hips jerked erratically before he stilled entirely, groaning and falling onto the bed next to Takanori.
Takanori chuckled and pulled the condom off Akira, getting up to throw it into the trash bin. He crawled on top of Akira, pecking his lips sweetly before resting his head on his chest. “So, still going to argue that you're straight?”
Akira laughed and rolled them over, tickling Takanori's sides until he was nearly dying from laughter. “Fuck you.”
“You already did.”
They were interrupted by a knock on the door, Takanori's mother clearing her throat. “Um, boys? I made dinner, if you... have some time.”
They both burst out laughing, Takanori burying his face in the pillow and groaning in shame. “Oh god, I forgot she was home. Think she heard us?”
“Duh.” Akira grinned and pinched Takanori's hip. “I'm sure she'll just be glad that I got you in a good mood again.”
“She'll be happy as long as I drag my ass to school on Monday.”
“If you can even move your ass by then.”
“Fuck you.” Takanori smiled, swatting Akira's shoulder playfully.
“That was the plan.”
~
Akira had gone back home on Saturday to get some clothes, returning to stay with Takanori the rest of the weekend. When Monday arrived, they got on the bus, both happy and sated after a weekend of cuddling and fooling around. When they were almost there, Takanori rested his head on Akira's shoulder and sighed. “You know, you could have answered my text.”
“What text?” Akira raised an eyebrow, and Takanori rolled his eyes.
“The one I sent you after the party.”
“I didn't get any text. Are you sure you sent it?”
“Positive.” Takanori looked utterly confused, brows furrowing as he fished out his phone, showing Akira the text in question. “It was one of the reasons I was so pissed.”
Akira frowned as he read the message. “I never got that.” Then realisation dawned on him, and he clenched his fists, feeling positively murderous. “Actually, Saturday morning my phone wasn't in my pocket. Kouyou had it.”
Takanori's expression went from confusion to fury as he caught up. “Well, that would explain a lot of things. For example, why he had my number.”
“He texted you?”
Takanori nodded, showing him the message Kouyou had sent. As Akira read it, he felt himself seething. “Well, that fucktard sure has a few things to explain.”
As if on cue, the bus announced that the next stop was the school, and Akira looked out the window to spot Kouyou's car pulling up to the sidewalk. Before Takanori had the time to say anything, Akira sprinted out of the bus, launching himself at Kouyou and punching him in the face as hard as he could.
The punch caught Kouyou off guard, but not as much as the realisation of who had thrown it. He stared at Akira with utter disbelief on his face, bringing his hand up to his nose, his eyes glinting dangerously as he discovered that he was bleeding. “There better be a good fucking explanation for this, Aki.”
“You took my phone. You texted Takanori. You knew we had sex and you didn't even tell me.” Akira was twice as pissed as Kouyou, and he suspected the sole reason he hadn't already been thrown to the ground was that Kouyou could tell.
“You fucked a faggot, Aki! What did you want me to do? I had to try and fix the mess before-”
Akira cut off Kouyou mid-sentence with a knee that connected to his groin, making Kouyou scream and stumble to the ground as he held his crotch, tears streaming from his eyes. Already, a small crowd was gathering around them. “Fuck you, Kou. I thought you were my friend.” He was about to turn around and leave when Kouyou's shrill laugh reached his ears.
“So it's true, huh. They really do turn you. Fuck, I'm probably contaminated already.”
“The only thing you'll risk catching from me is a brain cell, and wouldn't that be too bad. If you had one you might realise what a dumb fucker you are.” Punching him one last time for good measure, Akira started walking back towards the school, but Kouyou yelled after him, desperation evident in his voice.
“The only reason you and Matsumoto had sex in the first place was because I slipped roofies into your beer.” Kouyou coughed, a gob of blood and spit landing on the ground in front of him. “Now that I googled it, things make sense. Did you know they're commonly called the date rape drug? So who raped who, eh, Aki? You? Or the midget?”
Akira turned around to gawk at Kouyou. His stomach twisted, and he felt nauseated all of a sudden. Rohypnol. That explained why he couldn't remember anything from the night. “Are you really that shit of a friend?”
“I'm not friends with faggots who betray their bros for a fucking fairy!”
Akira was about to go back and punch him, but he was beat to it. Takanori had finally managed to drag his and Akira's backpack off the bus, and threw them off his shoulder as he dashed to Kouyou and leaped on top of him. He knocked the back of Kouyou's head into the pavement, raising his fist and slamming it into Kouyou's face over and over again until his knuckles were scraped and Kouyou was nearly unconscious. He didn't stop until Yuu showed up, scrambling out of his car to pull the furious midget off Kouyou.
“What the fuck is going on?!” He yelped as Takanori bit his hand, letting go of him and running over to Kouyou, bending over him and checking if he was breathing. Kouyou slapped his hand away weakly and coughed, trying to get up but falling back down immediately.
“Please tell me you weren't in on this, Yuu.” Akira had walked over to them now, tilting his head and staring at Yuu forlornly.
Yuu turned to glare angrily at both Akira and Takanori, then back to Kouyou. He seemed to have a problem choosing sides, but then a choked growl came from Kouyou, and Yuu got to his feet, clenching his fists. “Whatever Kou did, I support him. Because friends are supposed to stick together. What happened to that, Akira?”
“Your definition of friendship is obviously different from mine.” Akira took a step forward, pretending to punch Yuu in the face, waiting until Yuu's hands flew up in front of his eyes in defence before he kicked Yuu's legs out under him, kicking him hard in the stomach.
Akira turned around, shocked, as he hear the echo of clapping. A circle of students had gathered around them, and they were clapping and whooping, cheering Akira's name, and he smiled as he realised that Yuu and Kouyou was disliked by the entire school. They had ruled entirely through fear, and now that it had been proven that they weren't invincible, their kingdom fell apart and crumbled into ash.
“Okay bitches, listen up.” Takanori grabbed Akira's arm, smirking triumphantly as he laced his fingers with Akira's. “Suzuki Akira belongs to me. I as much as hear about one of you whores flirting with him, and I will rip your heads off, got it?”
A long silence ensued, and Akira laughed, kissing the tip of Takanori's nose. “You're such a dork.” He started walking towards the school, hand in hand with Takanori.
“I'm dating the school's hottest guy. I'm allowed to brag.”
Akira did pass maths that year. He graduated, just barely, but he graduated. Even so, his parents kicked him out of school long before the final grades were set. As soon as they heard (from either Kouyou or Yuu's parents, Akira suspected) that Akira was gay and had a boyfriend, they threw him out on his ass the very same day, but Akira didn't really mind. He moved in with Takanori and his mother, and when autumn came and Takanori started his final year, Akira got a job. He wanted to help support the family financially, and wait another year before going to college, so he and Takanori could be in the same class, and hopefully share a dorm.
Suzuki Akira was the luckiest guy in the world.
And finally, he was starting to believe that himself.
A/N: So I just finished my first ever chapterfic! Woo! -throws confetti- Thank you guys for putting up with me and my irregular posting times, and for all the comments and support, I appreciate all of it! And thank you all you lurkers who read it but are too shy to comment, I love you guys too!