"You look surprised to see me?"
Seijuro smirked for a moment, before his face fell back into its typical stoic composure. Kouki was sitting up in the bed of his room, wide eyed and mouthed. The red haired man closed the door loudly behind him and immediately began undressing, starting with his suit jacket and tie.
Kouki blinked back at him and reddened, stammering for words. "W-well…yeah…yes."
Taking a few steps closer, Seijuro noticed some changes to the room. There was a pillow and a full comforter on the bed now- light green in color. There were some dirty plates stacked in the corner near his bed and a glass of water. A lamp in the corner gave the room a yellow lighting.
"And why is that?"
Now finished with taking off his dress shirt, he sat on the end of Kouki's bed- to which Kouki reacted to by scooting back further away from him, his mouth twisting uncomfortably.
"N-nothing…" the boy responded, holding onto his feet with his hands and dodging his eyes around nervously. This prompted Seijuro to lean in, placing one hand on Kouki's knee.
"You didn't think I enjoyed you?" he asked, his voice clear but soft. Kouki gaped, leaning even further back- his heart beat speeding up rapidly. "Is that it?"
The brown haired boy just stared back at him, his mouth still twitching nervously but not making any sounds. His face was easy to read, however.
Seijuro chuckled. "I can tell by looking at you. I'm talented that way." He paused, leaning in even closer and giving Kouki a light kiss on his forehead, and then reached for Kouki's face holding it in front of his own. "So tell me why you thought that."
Kouki shook, his eyes growing wider as they stared back into Seijuro's intensely red colored eyes. He wanted to look away but he couldn't- he just stared back at them almost mesmerized. They held no hint to any sort of emotion, and yet they were full and intense.
"Tell me."
"Err," he stumbled, his mousey brown hair starting to stick to the sweat forming on his brow. "W-well, you said…if you liked it you would say my name. And you didn't…and it's been w-weeks…"
In response, Seijuro dove into the other boy's mouth, his tongue wasting no time, exploring the hot inside of Kouki's mouth, and sliding his hands further up to curl fingers into his messy hair. Kouki moaned and tried to slid away, but eventually gave in and opened his mouth. Seijuro bit into his lip lightly, following it with a light flick of his tongue. He breathed against the wet mouth and then spoke against it, with a hint of excitement.
"I'll say Kouki when you make me feel good. To be fair, last time I was too eager to really give you a chance. But this time I'll give you plenty of opportunity, don't worry."
He followed his statement by pushing Kouki down and crawling under the covers with him, his body hovering over the other boy. He leaned down and aggressively took hold of the side of Kouki's throat with his teeth- biting down with force and eliciting a gasp from the victim.
It was painful, but sent sparkling sensations down Kouki's body, which only increased as Seijuro continued to suck and bite up and down his neck. He twisted and shook with each lap of the man's tongue, struggling to maintain steady breathing.
"Ack-ah!"
"Lift your arms up," Seijuro ordered, and then quickly slid Kouki's grey t-shirt up and off his body, revealing the flushed skin underneath. Before Kouki could bring down his arms again, Seijuro grabbed onto his wrists and held them up above his head while he mouth latched onto his already pert right nipple. He bit and pulled at the stub, which made Kouki's stomach lurch and arousal peak up deep in his body.
"A-aah! Hah!"
"Have you been eating enough?" Seijuro asked casually before continuing.
"Ha..he-y-yes…"
Once satisfied with his treatment of the right, Seijuro turned his attention to the left nipple, knawing against it even more ferociously. Kouki arched up, trembling and sweaty.
"Keep your hands up," Seijuro whispered wetly, before letting go and sliding his hands dreadfully slow all the way down his arms and chest, become light in touch as they made their way closer and closer the waist of his sweat pants. Kouki obeyed, clasping his hands together above his head and squeezing his eyes shut, his mouth open and panting, helpless against the sensations Seijuro's mouth was iliciting.
"Have you been with anyone else?"
"N…nono…no"
The tongue liked up the middle of his chest and then placed sloppy kisses down his middle, tickling the skin around his belly button. Once he'd reached the soft skin above Kouki's crotch, he bit down again, sucking with the obvious intention of marking.
"Hng-Nah!"
The noise Kouki made was lewd and needy- which was enough to make Seijuro growl against his skin and kiss harder, leaving a clump of spotty bruises that stung and ached pleasurably.
He suddenly leaned back and took a long, calm breath, stretching his arms. Kouki laid underneath, staring up helpless and still shaking in pleasure. Seijuro's face was still completely composed, though he was sweating and his breathing worked up. "If you keep reacting that way, I'll get carried away."
Seijuro pushed the comforter off of them both, discarding it to the floor. He then propped up on his knees and began to take off his belt, slowly and casually.
"So let's go ahead and teach you how to make me feel very good, all on your own."
He discarded the belt, but merely pushed down his dress pants and boxers, revealing himself with no hint of shame. His cock was a fair size and curved upwards, with a soft pink head. He was already fully erect and pulsing- Kouki grimaced, dread pooling in his stomach.
"Come here," Akashi told him, in almost a sweet voice- but the command was with the expression in eyes. Kouki shook, but obeyed, repositioning onto his knees and edging closer to Seijuro's member. The smell was strong and warm- it sank in his stomach.
"You can start by licking it- please make sure to get it all and take your time."
Kouki hesitated, but then forced himself to flick his tongue across Seijuro's tip, and his cock reacted by perking up even further. Kouki trembled- but somehow continued, licking delicately in a circle around the smooth curve of his head, dipping his tongue under the fold. Seijuro clutched a hand tightly into Kouki's hair, but didn't force any motion allowing the boy to still move on his own. The sensation built monstrously slowly within him as Kouki's tongue brushed ever so lightly up and down in brief flicks- like a child sucking on a lollipop. It was innocent and unaware, in some spot almost so light that it tickled and increased the pleasure significantly in a teasing sort of way. It caused him to tip his head back and close his eyes, focusing his mind on the feeling of Kouki's mouth against his cock.
Kouki reached a shaky hand up to lightly hold onto Seijuro's base, allowing him a more stable method of licking up and down. He sped up his pace, eager to move on to something less embarrassing.
"Slow back down," Seijuro's voice came out as a calm whisper. "And use your hands more."
Not sure of what he meant, Kouki could only guess, feeling more and more uncomfortable with his actions. He took his free hand up and cupped Seijuro's balls, which were hot and soft.
Seijuro moaned, and despite himself Kouki felt relieved. If he had to do this sort of thing, he should at least learn to be decent at it, right?
"Good, good. Now take me in your mouth, as deep as you can."
Leaning back, Kouki looked at Seijuro's member nervously, gulping. "I-..uh.."
The hand in his hair tightened and nudged him forward, forcing his lips to make contact. The brown haired boy gave in, opening for the fully erect cock and pushing forward, feeling it slide through his mouth and dangerously close to his teeth. He struggled to breathe through his nose, but managed to continue forward until he'd nearly taken it all in his mouth- it was uncomfortable and he already felt his throat contracting, threatening to gag in rejection.
"Deeper."
Kouki moaned, the vibrations of his voice tickling down Seijuro's cock and causing sharp pleasure deep within him. When Kouki hesitated, Seijuro used his hand to push the head forward until his head rubbed the slick inside of the boy's throat and caused him to gag and gasp around him. Kouki's nose was now smushed against his body, buried in his well-groomed, vibrant pubic hair.
"Open wider. It's okay if you gag a little."
Obeying, Kouki widened his mouth, allowing Seijuro to push into him even deeper, causing his throat to gag several times again. Kouki panicked, clutching onto Seijuro's thighs, lacking in breath. In the brief moments Seijuro would pull back a bit, Kouki sucked in air through his nose, but it wasn't enough. He could feel himself growing desperate, and he moaned between gags helplessly.
"Your throat feels so great," Seijuro whispered huskily. "Now do it yourself. Find your own pace."
He loosened his grasp in Kouki's hair, and the boy immediately moved off his cock, coughing and gasping in hair. Tears had formed in his eyes, and slobber dripped from his mouth- Seijuro took in the sight and hummed at him, urging him to continue.
Kouki looked down dejectedly, but did continue- taking him whole into his mouth once more and clenching around it with his lips. He moved up and down sloppily, using one hand to hold it steady at the base again while his other hand bravely returned to gently massage Seijuro's sack.
"Mmm, that's a good start, keep going…"
The pleasure danced within Seijuro as Kouki worked himself up to a softer pace, releasing involuntary, lewd noises from around his member, which was feeling fantastic from the slow, wet motion of the boy's mouth. Eventually Kouki worked himself up to really getting Seijuro far into his mouth at a fast pace, his nose repeatedly hitting against the man's stomach, the head of the cock bumping again and again on the back of his throat.
"Very good. Now faster."
The pace quickened even more, though Kouki was struggling and making all kinds of noises, his hands becoming more clumsy around Seijuro's balls and base, though the red-haired man enjoyed the essence of innocence in Kouki's inexperience and it brought his climax even closer.
"Kouki…" Seijuro eventually moaned, and the boy's heart jumped in his chest. He continued with earnest.
Up and down for what felt like ages, Kouki worked on Seijuro's cock, letting it hit against every part of his mouth. Seijuro buckled a bit and grunted, as his peak worked up and up and then spurted forwards through his stomach and out his cock.
Kouki came off, startled and then squeaked as the warm liquid squirted out onto his face relentlessly.
The boy crawled away immediately, lifting his arms to hide his face and panting. Seijuro sighed, pulling his pants back up and then making his way over to Kouki, forcing his arms away.
"Come on, let me see your cute face."
Kouki blushed profusely and gave him a frightened look, obviously growing in shame every second Seijuro spent observing him quietly. Cum, tears and drool all dripping and his eyes wide and uncertain- in every way he looked a mess.
"Cute, so cute," the man mused, dipping a finger through his own cum and then forcing it into Kouki's mouth- to which Kouki flinched and looked disgusted.
"Now, now. Give me a good, sloppy smile."
And Kouki did, if only for a brief moment before he was overcome with embarrassment and his face reverted back to it's shaking grimace. Seijuro chuckled and reached a hand down, cupping Kouki's crotch.
For a moment, Kouki thought he saw Seijuro's face fall- as if for a second he was disappointed.
"You're not very turned on at all, are you Kouki?" the man paused, obviously thinking things through in his head. "Well if I can't turn you on, then you'll have to do it yourself."
"Eh?" Kouki croaked, his throat dry. "W-what?"
"Give me a show. Show me how you masturbate."
"Wha-!"
"Shh, hurry up. Stand up, takes your pants off and jerk yourself off. Now, please."
(***)
Takeuchi looked nervous- which made Akashi very suspicious. He was already feeling very ill, especially with how little action he was getting these days. He smacked down some money on the counter and grinned widely at the fat man, his eyes sparkling.
"Had a bad day, Takeuchi?"
The man averted his eyes, surprised and sweating. "Ah-no, I just didn't expect you today, Mr. Akashi. You were just here earlier this week, after all…"
"Ah," Akashi frowned, "Well some people take their responsibilities much too seriously. I on the other hand, no better than to ignore my needs."
Takeuchi gave him a confused look and twiddled his thumbs. "Well, actually…Kouki's not been feeling well so I don't know…if today is a good day. Though I could always set you up with one of the others. They are all girls, but it can be good to switch things up…"
Akashi grimaced and stepped closer, sweeping a leg out and slamming it at just the right angle into Takeuchi's ankle, causing him to stumble over into a loud heap.
"Ah-!"
"I don't have time for that, I'm sure he's fine. I'll have what I want either way."
Akashi looked down at Takeuchi- his eyes filled with annoyance and glowing back at him from above. Takeuchi flinched- having never seen that kind of expression from the man before.
Before he could protest anymore, Akashi threw down some money and made his way toward Kouki's door, slamming it open without hesitation.
The lamp was turned off, but the daylight was coming in from the small window. There was a form wrapped up in the covers on the bed, turned away from the door. No movement was made, even as Akashi slammed the door shut and loudly cleared his throat.
"Hello?" Akashi said sarcastically, his voice low as he came closer. He could clearly see Kouki's head turned away, staring blankly towards the opposite wall. Akashi sighed, unsatisfied, and then quickly reached down and pulled the blanket away from the boy, hoping to illicit some sort of response.
Kouki's eyes widened as the blanket was ripped from him and his naked body was revealed underneath. He yelped in embarrassment and curled into a ball.
Akashi stood there shocked- examining the boy's body with blazing eyes.
There were bruises all over- concentrated in ugly deep purples and blues around his wrists, hips and throat. Scratches were streaked down his back and his ass was pink and glistening with raw, healing skin. The beaten body trembled with fear, still refusing to look up at all.
"K-kouki.."
At the sound of his name, Kouki flinched and looked up- the look of pure relief on his face pathetic and helpless.
Akashi grimaced looking at him, anger boiling in his stomach. "That bastard lent you out to someone else, even after he asked to have you all to himself?"
Kouki only stared back, confused and startled by the look on the red-haired man's face. He was used to seeing him with that never ceasing look- calm and pleasant. But now he was looming over him with wide, crazy looking eyes. The light hit the man's face at a weird angle, illuminating one eye until it looked almost golden- intensifying the crazed look on his face. Kouki gulped.
"I can't believe that," Akashi mumbled, his fists clenching at his sides and he continued to notice more and more bruises on Kouki's body. "And here I thought I'd be the first to do all the fun stuff. Even I'm pissed!"
There was a long pause before Akashi lifted his hands and pushed his hair back, a scary smile forming on his face for a second. "I'm going to have to take care of this."
He knocked on the door rapidly, and said in a loud voice. "No point in not opening it, I'll get to you one way or another, you bastard."
There was still a long pause, but eventually the door did open and Akashi disappeared through it. Not long after it was shut, Kouki flinched- the sound of screaming and almost incoherent apologizing- though muffled- coming from outside his door.
Kouki's breathing hitched and he curled back into a ball, trying desperately to ignore them as the screams grew louder and louder.
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Heh, well I hope you liked that? I'm going to take my time with this fic, because I've really enjoyed writing it. I hope my interpretation of Akashi's two personalities doesn't throw anyone off. I just want it to feel somewhat more realistic.
As a bonus, if you're interested, I may write the skipped over scene were Furi gets brutally raped by the unspecified john. Just because I love poor little Furi so very much!
Thanks for reading!
