"Haru! I win. This means I'll never swim with you again."

"Huh?"

"Never."


Haru felt numb. He'd been rooted to his spot in lane 5 for a good thirty seconds, watching Rin walk away, the shouts of Makoto, Nagisa, and Rei falling on deaf ears, until one of the coaches had come over and forced him out of the water. Rin was going to leave him again. Scratch that, he was already gone. Never. He was never going to swim with Rin again.

A wave a frustration flooded his vision, frustration at losing… but he had never wanted to win. What he wanted was Rin. All he had ever wanted was to see Rin smile again. And he had gotten his wish. Rin was smiling, smiling at the insurmountable pain swirling in Haru's eyes. He had to have seen it, seen how his words broke Haru's heart like a piece of glass, but he had walked away effortlessly. Haru slammed his locker door shut as hard as he could before banging his head down against it. He did it again and again and again until his head was throbbing in pain. He probably looked stupid right now, weak and pathetic, but that's how he felt. No amount of pain could surpass the pain in his chest at this very moment. He felt frozen again; he felt no motivation to move, so he didn't. Alone in the locker room he stood and waited, waited for Rin. He wasn't going to move until Rin came for him. He sighed, what a stupid thought to have. Rin wasn't coming. Rin wasn't coming. Rin wasn't coming. He felt his eyes start to prick with tears and he gritted his teeth in an effort to force them back. Why was he getting so emotional right now? He never lost control of his emotions.

Before he could think on this further, he heard footsteps. Glancing over his shoulder reluctantly, he waited for the poor soul who was going to find him in this state to emerge from around the corner. His heart stuttered and his eyes flew open in shock as a dark red mop of hair and pearly white shark teeth came into view. Rin was glowing, positively glowing. The smile on his face couldn't be any bigger even if he tried. But that smile quickly faded when his eyes met Haru's. Rin gave him a scathing look, his eyes carefully scanning his body, before he turned around and headed back in the direction he'd come in. He was leaving. Rin was leaving. Haru's body propelled him forward before his mind even had the chance to think twice. He latched onto Rin's wrist with all his strength.

"Stay." he pleaded, staring into Rin's eyes with all the force he could muster. He was desperately trying to communicate his feelings to Rin, to make him understand everything he wanted to say in that moment but couldn't. Rin remained silent, his eyes glancing down to Haru's hand before returning to his face. He slowly twisted his hand out of Haru's grip and advanced on him, forcing him back against the lockers. Haru was pinned, just like before when Rin had pounced on him in the parking lot. But this time he felt no desire to fight back. As Rin's hands came to rest on either side of his head, he almost started crying again just from happiness. The pain in his chest was loosening. At least in this moment, Rin wasn't leaving anymore.

"Why should I?" his eyes flashed threateningly, his voice a slow and deadly croon.

Haru remained silent; his voice was caught in his throat. Rin smirked when he noticed that Haru was shaking slightly.

"There isn't a reason for me to chase you anymore, I've already taken everything that I could possibly want from you." His teeth were bared maliciously as he leaned in even closer to Haru.

Haru could feel Rin's warm breath ghost over his lips. His body began to shake more noticeably as he searched his mind desperately for a reason to make Rin stay. Since that fateful race when they were kids, Rin had only ever wanted to beat Haru. Beating Haru meant moving forward and achieving his father's dream. It was the only thing he truly cared about. What could Haru possibly offer him? Just then, Rin ran his tongue over his bottom lip, almost imperceptibly, and Haru's eyes followed it on instinct. A completely impossible idea crossed Haru's mind.

"Not everything." He murmured. Haru raised his hands hesitantly from his sides to wrap them slowly around Rin's neck. He looked puzzled but he didn't pull away.

"Huh?" He raised a single eyebrow incredulously, staring down at Haru inquisitively.

"You haven't taken everything yet." Haru murmured, slightly louder this time, his cool blue eyes burning into Rin's scarlet gaze. He pulled himself even closer to Rin, lightly pushing his body up against his. He had to make sure Rin understood what he was offering him. At this point, Haru realized that he had ventured beyond the point of desperation, this was borderline yandere, but he refused to let go of Rin, not if he could keep him by offering him his body.

Rin tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes still refusing to leave Haru's. He seemed to be sizing him up, weighing his options. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth slightly, chewing on it in thought. Haru's eyes were instantly drawn to the motion and a smirk broke out on Rin's face when he noticed Haru's reaction to such a simple little quirk of his. He decided he'd take the bait. He could tell that Haru was broken up inside, could tell that he was falling apart, but it didn't phase him. What drew him in was the knowledge that accepting Haru's offer, laying claim to his body, would only make his victory that much sweeter. It would only cause Haru that much more pain when he left him behind without a second glance. Rin was going to shatter him, right here, right now.

Not bothering to wait another second, Rin forced his mouth onto Haru's, slamming him back against the lockers. Haru winced when his stilling throbbing head hit the metal but Rin ignored it. One of his hands left the lockers to twist into the fine hairs at the nape of Haru's neck, pulling his head back and forcing his mouth open. Haru could feel Rin's tongue pushing into his mouth, scraping across the roof of his mouth and dominating him completely. He weakly tried to reciprocate but Rin would clamp his lips shut the moment Haru tried to taste the inside of his mouth. Instead, he'd bite him sharply on the lip and pull his head back even farther.

Growing tired of their kiss, Rin moved his lips down to Haru's neck, pulling his head to the side to expose his pale skin to his ravenous mouth. He bit down sharply on the juncture of Haru's neck and shoulder, punctuating the bite with a slow roll of his hips against Haru's. Haru moaned breathily as both pleasure and pain coursed through him. Rin laved his tongue over the skin, sucking on the wound until Haru's skin became a mottled shade of purple. When Rin's hips stilled, Haru gave a sort of impatient whine and pushed one of his legs between Rin's, rubbing his thigh against the crotch of his swimsuit. Rin growled darkly at Haru's boldness and punished him by pulling away, holding him out at arm's length. Haru looked dejected at the loss of contact. He reached his hand out towards Rin's swimsuit, wanting to hook his finger under his waistband and pull him close to him again, to feel his warmth pressed against him. Rin slapped his hand away and took another step back. He considered Haru for a moment before boldly pulling the band of his swimsuit down to the middle of his thighs. Haru blushed at the sight of Rin's erection, quickly looking away in embarrassment but Rin grabbed his jaw and forced him to look into his eyes.

"Suck me off," he stated bluntly, before leaning in and whispering hotly into his ear, "Haruka."

Haru's knees shook at Rin's dirty talk. Rin's hands slid up to Haru's shoulders, gently pushing him down onto his knees. He kept his hands on Haru's shoulders as he inched closer to him, his dick practically poking Haru in the nose at this point. As Haru hesitantly reached out with one hand to grip the base, he considered backing down. Maybe this was a mistake. He'd never done anything like this before. He was determined to stop Rin from leaving but a voice in the back of his mind kept telling him to stop this before it was too late. Run away, Haru. I'll protect you, Haru. Haru's heart stuttered momentarily when he realized whom the voice belonged to. It was Makoto's voice.

Rin noticed the pained look on Haru's face and grew impatient.

"Are you going to do it or not?" Haru could hear the exasperation in his tone. His fear of losing Rin flashed hot and bright through his heart and Makoto's voice was effectively silenced. Without another second of hesitation, he opened his mouth and leaned forward, pulling the tip of Rin's erection into his mouth. Rin hissed softly and placed one of his hands on the back of Haru's head, silently encouraging him to continue. Haru opened his mouth wider and stuck out his tongue as he tried to take more of Rin into his mouth. It was a lot more difficult than he had expected, given Rin's exceptional length and girth, and soon his eyes were watering slightly. He pulled back and ran his mouth down both sides of Rin's dick, coating him in saliva. He returned to his head, closing his eyes and focusing on rubbing his tongue in slow circles around the tip, occasionally licking his slit as beads of precum accumulated there. He could feel Rin's nails beginning to scrape across his scalp, knotting and unknotting his fingers in Haru's silky black hair. Haru swore it was the most amazing feeling in the world. He moaned throatily as he continued to focus on pleasuring Rin. He felt Rin stiffen at the sound of his moans. Rin slowly began to bend forward, curving his torso over Haru's head. With a slight jerk of his hips, he pushed Haru's head forward, forcing him to take more of him into his mouth. Haru began coughing at the sensation and tried to pull back but Rin held him in place. After a few more fruitless attempts at freeing himself from Rin's grip, Haru submitted to the inevitable and focused on breathing through his nose as Rin proceeded to soundly fuck his mouth. Tears began to stream down his face and awful gagging noises resounded through the locker room. Haru squinted his eyes shut as Rin jerked his head forward in time with his hips, his cock reaching the back of his throat with every thrust. He could hear Rin moaning uncontrollably between soft utterances of expletives. His thrusting became slightly more erratic and Haru could tell he was going to reach his climax soon. He opened his eyes slightly to try and catch a glimpse of Rin's face but the angle at which Rin was holding his head prevented him from doing so. With a final deep thrust forward, Haru heard himself gag especially loudly and felt his nose nestle against Rin's pubic hair around the base of his cock as Rin steadily held him in place, breathing heavily as hot streams of cum hit the back of Haru's throat. When he was finally spent, Rin released his hold on Haru's head and Haru pulled back as quickly as he could, coughing loudly. He had thick streams of saliva pouring down the sides of his mouth and his eyes were red and puffy. He looked like hell but Rin couldn't wait to break him in. Rin bent down so he could kneel between Haru's legs. Haru looked up at him hopefully, maybe in search of some kind of recognition for allowing Rin to rape his mouth so thoroughly but Rin refused to meet his gaze. Rin gripped the waistband of Haru's swimsuit with both hands and roughly pulled it down his legs in one swift motion. He didn't hesitate to remove Haru's shirt next. Haru subconsciously moved his hands to cover himself but Rin grabbed his wrists and pulled them apart, keeping Haru fully exposed. With a cheeky grin, he leaned forward and connected his mouth with Haru's a second time. He pushed his tongue past his lips, wanting to taste himself on Haru's tongue. The bitter taste of his cum still lingered there and he took great satisfaction in knowing that Haru had swallowed his cum so unquestioningly, so willingly, like it was a fucking Christmas gift wrapped in shiny paper.

He pulled back, still smirking at the sight of Haru's heaving chest and swollen lips. He brought three of his fingers to Haru's lips and Haru took them into his mouth without faltering for even a moment. He knew enough about gay sex to know what came next. He coated Rin's fingers with as much of his saliva as possible, running his tongue in between each finger and licking up and down both sides of each digit. When Rin seemed satisfied, he removed his fingers from Haru's mouth and slowly brought them down to his ass, rubbing them against his entrance teasingly. Haru shivered and threw his head back as he felt the first finger enter him. Despite Rin's fingers being coated in saliva, it still felt unpleasantly raw and Haru cringed slightly at the introduction of a second finger. He wished Rin would slow down a little. He had been trying to meet Rin's gaze ever since their first kiss but Rin stubbornly refused to lock eyes with Haru. It was starting to bother Haru more and more. He needed to know what Rin was feeling in this moment and he knew that the answer was waiting for him in those vivid scarlet irises.

He lost his train of thought as Rin abruptly pushed in a third finger, stretching and scissoring Haru's ass mercilessly. He wanted to finish this tedious process as quickly as possible. He knew Haru would feel incredibly tight and hot around him and just the thought of it was making him hard again. He used his other hand to push one of Haru's knees back, forcing him to open up more for him. Haru mewled as Rin's fingers pushed deeper inside of him, scraping against his insides and stretching him as much as possible. Satisfied with his work, Rin removed his fingers and stood up, grabbing Haru's arm in the process to pull him up with him. He guided Haru back towards the lockers and, pressing himself between Haru's legs, he reached down and hooked his hands behind Haru's knees. Haru got the message and leaned back against the lockers as Rin brought his legs up to wrap around his waist.

Pushing himself as close to Haru as possible and effectively spreading his hips in the process, Rin reached behind Haru to position his dick at his entrance. He could feel Haru's eyes desperately roaming his face but he kept his gaze cast downwards. With a slight push forward, he felt his tip enter Haru. Haru gasped at the sensation and squirmed slightly in discomfort as Rin continued to guide himself the rest of the way in.

Haru didn't like this. He was too full, too stretched, and the pain was starting to show on his face. More than the physical pain, it was the pain in his chest that was starting to consume him. Despite everything that had happened between them up until this point, Haru hadn't felt a thing. Sure, he felt Rin's hands on his hips holding hard enough to bruise as he began to thrust into him; he felt the ice-cold metal of the lockers rubbing against his back as Rin thoroughly pounded him against them. But his heart, though beating erratically, felt like a dead weight, a stone on the verge of cracking under the pressure of it all. Without fail, Rin avoided Haru's eyes, refusing to let him in. A moan, born of both pleasure and pain, ripped itself from Haru's throat as Rin began to pick up the pace of his thrusts. His hands scraped desperately at Rin's shoulders, trying to find some sort of purchase on the slick flesh but his nails succeeded only in scratching blindly at his shoulder blades.

Swallowing a moan, Haru forced himself to speak. "R-Rin… ah… Rin, I l-lo—"

Rin immediately brought his hand to Haru's mouth, stopping Haru from speaking those three precious words. Haru was shocked at first, his lips agape against Rin's hand, but when the shock wore off agony took its place. He could feel his eyes brimming with tears for the third time since they began but he did nothing to stop them.

In a last ditch effort to have his feelings reach him, Haru grabbed Rin's face with both hands and forced him to look up at him. What he saw there shattered his heart for good.

Rin's eyes were glazed over in lust and his vision was clouded from the heat and passion of the sex itself but there was nothing else there. Nothing.

Haru stared deeply into his eyes for what felt like an eternity before Rin broke the connection and returned his focus to impaling Haru on his cock.

Nothing. Rin's eyes had held nothing. When Haru looked at Rin, his eyes overflowed with love and devotion and a desire to never be apart. Rin's eyes held nothing for him. It really was too late. Haru had nothing left to offer Rin; his virginity was nothing more than the icing on the cake.

He turned his head to the side, no longer content with Rin's hand smothering his mouth. He scrunched his eyes shut and tried to block out the feeling of Rin invading his most private place. He was an idiot, a complete and utter idiot. Makoto was right; he should've run away when he had the chance.

By now, Rin had noticed how quiet Haru had become. He wasn't moaning or shaking or scraping his nails across his back anymore. He just sat there, legs still locked around his waist, but with his eyes shut and his head turned to the side. It was like he was suddenly fucking a dead person or some freaky doll. It was actually starting to turn him off. Rin resented Haru pouting like this. What did he expect? Some teary-eyed love confession as they climaxed together? What a joke. Haru was a joke, and Rin had outgrown him.

After another minute or so of half-hearted thrusting, Rin came inside of Haru, releasing himself as deeply as possible. At least he could take satisfaction in knowing that Haru's insides were now coated in his seed. Haru's legs slowly unhooked themselves from Rin's waist and as Rin gradually sank to the ground from exhaustion, Haru sank with him. For a few minutes, they just sat there: Rin panting heavily and Haru leaning back against the lockers lifelessly and without even the slightest flicker of emotion crossing his face. When Rin finally managed to catch his breath, he stood up leisurely, pausing to tuck himself back into his swimsuit before glancing down at Haru. He looked completely pathetic, naked and limp as a rag doll with Rin's spunk slowly leaking from his ass.

Rin gave a single mirthless chuckle before turning to leave. As he headed for the entrance to the locker room, he paused for a moment as if to say something, but thought better of it, choosing instead to smirk at some sort of personal joke he had with himself. The door closed behind him with the softest of clicks.

Rin was gone. Haru remained unmoving for what felt like centuries. He felt Rin's cum grow cold and dry on his thighs. With considerable effort, he brought his hand to his chest, searching for a heart beat.

Nothing.


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