Yuu was Ryuga's number one fan. He would do anything to please his idol. Anything... Even if it wasn't pleasant for Yuu himself, he'd do it. Because he loved Ryuga so much it made any pain easy to endure.
That's why... It was alright.
Ryuga wasn't a kid, hadn't been one for a while, but he couldn't recall exactly when he realised he was a sexual being. Though he didn't have the time nor the desire for such thing as romance - though he didn't have the time nor the desire for love, his body burned with a man's desire. It was only natural that he'd use Yuu for release.
Yuu, at his tender age, found no satisfaction in Ryuga's acts, but it was alright. He could take it.
Ryuga would start by taking off Yuu's clothes, exposing his lithe body, though he himself would not show his body to the boy, only getting rid of the clothing in his way. Then, the white-haired male would lean in for a bruising kiss.
Yuu would pant and gasp for air when freed from the contact, and his hands would shake with fear - unnoticeably due to Ryuga's forceful thrusts that made his body rock back and forth against the mattress. His heart would pound painfully and he'd feel panic eating at his insides. His body would soon be covered in cold sweat. Tears would wet his face as he'd bite his lip in a vain attempt to hold back his pained cries.
In his mind, he'd plead to no one "Please... Let this end soon..."
But it never did.
Each thrust felt like an eternity, Ryuga's mark sinking deeper and deeper into the boy's soul. And then finally, almost suddenly, Ryuga would reach his climax, dirtying Yuu's insides with his seed, a low moan escaping his parted lips as he exhaled heavily.
He'd push the boy's shoulders as he pulled himself out of him, causing Yuu's face to collide with the soiled blankets.
Mumbling a few incoherent words of gratitude, Ryuga would pull his pants up to his waist, fastening them in a casual fashion. Without so much as a glance in the blond's direction, he'd say clearly: "See you next time."
Yuu would lay still until he heard the door click shut. Once alone, he'd sigh with an odd sense of relief and fight the silent tears. It was over, he'd tell himself, knowing that it was not.
Ryuga had left his marking on him - in him. Though unseen, he would always feel it, like a coat of dirt covering his small body. No matter how many baths he took, he felt as soiled as the blankets he was currently lying on.
He wouldn't be free, even as he was released.
He wasn't even be able to escape the sound of Ryuga's ragged breath, not even in his sleep.
He was alone, shattered and utterly unable to put himself together.
And, even then, he'd smile at the thought of being helpful to his idol.
It was alright, he would tell himself again. He'd do anything to make Ryuga happy.
It was alright.