AN: Ok so this chapter is about a thousand words over my average. That being the case, I will depart here. Enjoy
Rating/Warnings: NC17/Yaoi; harsh language; violence
Pairings: TezuRyō; Golden Pair; MoKaiMo; InuRen; KawaFu
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis.
VVVVV
Momo and Ryōma had been in the training center for almost two hours the morning after the second interrogation. The navigator had spent most of the previous day thinking about his alluring Mamushi... and most of the previous night after he'd gotten back wishing they were together again. He felt bad about not meeting up with them while they were out, but they didn't really say where they were going. Had he known, he probably would have joined them with his friend.
Tachibana An was an old friend of his. They'd met while they were in Academy training and even dated for a little while. It was a mutual break up after they'd both decided they were bored with each other, and they'd easily remained friends afterwards. Her brother, who was older by one year, was another soldier in the running for the captain's position of the STOPP team. An had come to Momo to congratulate him when she'd heard of his promotion and they'd gone out for drinks. He smirked at the memory... They'd both gotten completely hammered that night about a year earlier and ended up going back to her new dorm. Both were half-naked before they realized what they were doing, and Momo left without anything major going on. They hadn't seen each other since.
He dropped the dumbbell to the mat and stood up. The man staring back at him from the mirror looked energized. Momo furrowed his brow and flexed his bicep against his chest. His fingers ran over the smooth moist skin and pressed the hard muscle. They loosened when he saw Kaidō's face staring back at him. He bit his lip trying not to smile and felt the phantom fingers trailing over his arm. His eyes fell closed and the gentle sensation continued. His body warmed and he inhaled sharply remembering the interrogator's touch. It was rough but tender... sensual but serious... erotically mesmerizing, but oddly sincere.
"Oi... you still with me over there?" Ryōma looked to his work-out partner with confused eyes.
"Huh?"
The younger man set his weight on the rack and stretched an arm over his head. "You ok?"
"Y... yeah. Just wandered off for a bit." Momo returned the weight to it's home and grabbed his towel. "You done?"
"I'm good." Ryōma followed him to the locker room and peeled off his sweat stained shirt. "So where were you last night?"
Momo snickered. "I met up with an old friend."
"Yeah? She cute?"
"What makes you think it was a girl?"
"Nothing."
He smirked again. "Yeah, she's alright... not that it matters to you, right?"
Ryōma's face started to burn and he wrapped the towel around his bare waist as he headed for the showers. He remembered vividly the day before when he reached for the water handle. There were footsteps behind him and he felt the pressure at his back again. Hands were sliding over his chest and down his stomach. There was something pulling at his towel and he started panting lightly. His body grew hot and--
"I've known her since the academy. She wanted to hang out last night and catch up."
Ryōma quickly removed his towel and turned on the cold water. He needed to cool off before anything dangerous or embarrassing happened. Momo-Chan didn't seem the type to let one slide when they popped a boner for seemingly no reason, and Ryōma certainly didn't want to do any explaining. He cleared his throat and rinsed his head. "Did you get anywhere with her?"
"Nah... We've done that already."
"No good?"
"Nope. I don't really remember what happened between us that was bad, but we just decided that we weren't really all that good for each other."
"She didn't put out?"
Momo chuckled. "Wasn't the problem from what I recall. Maybe we just confused friendship with love."
"You never know, man. People can change with age."
"Yeah... I don't think we can change that much."
Something was a little off. Ryōma looked over to his teammate with a raised brow. It sounded like he was trying really hard not to say something. Had they gotten back together and Momo just didn't want anyone teasing him about it? It wouldn't have surprised the rookie. He was a good looking guy and nice too. Momo would probably be the over-protective boyfriend in any given relationship Ryōma imagined and smiled. There was definitely something about it he wasn't saying... but why hide it?
When Ryōma decided he was sufficiently clean, he turned the shower off and shook out his hair. The towel was back around his waist and he headed to his clean clothes. They were neatly laid out on the bench like he'd left them and dressed swiftly. He heard the other shower shut off and Momo walking toward him. He looked back to the shower area briefly and was swimming in the festivities from the day before once again. He gnawed on his lip and lowered his head. He wasn't going to be able to control himself this time. He needed to see Tezuka... even if he was going to get rejected again.
He lifted his small bag to his shoulder and walked to the door. "I'll see you at lunch."
"See you."
Ryōma waited impatiently for the elevator to get to the first floor and dashed quickly for the exit. He slowed a little when the cool morning air filled his lungs, but his resolve was not shaken. The walk back to the dorm was a little slower than it would have been earlier, but he wanted to be full of energy for when the captain turned him away. He wasn't really sure what he was going to do in that case, but was fairly certain it was going to happen. It would probably play out similar to what happened the last time. Ryōma would turn on his charm using his mouth and words to chisel away at the man's obstinance, and he would sanctimoniously continue with his work without even a second thought to Ryōma's words or actions.
He slowed about a block from the STOPP building. His head drooped slightly and he heaved a sigh. It would be exactly the same... but at least he could try again. Maybe the more he did things like this, the harder it would be for the captain to refuse him. He would just have to up the charm and sexy a little each time. It would so work... if not this time, perhaps the next... he hoped. He picked up his pace again and entered the building. His bag was tossed into his room and he checked himself quickly in the mirror. His hair was still damp from the shower, but that wasn't necessarily bad. He winked to himself and took another elevator ride.
The door to the captain's office was propped halfway open and there was no noise coming from inside. That was definitely a good sign. Ryōma shook his head ridding himself of any residual doubt and walked determinedly to the door. He knocked gently on the door and poked his head inside. It was almost regal...
Tezuka was seated at the desk – as expected – with a pen between his teeth. He was typing away at his computer and if Ryōma hadn't been looking directly at him, he wouldn't have even noticed the rapid shift in his eyes. The captain took the pen from his mouth and tossed it to the desk then spoke.
"What is it, Echizen?"
"I was wondering if you had a minute."
"I have a few reports to finish before my meeting with the interrogation team. Then I have to meet with the Director."
Ryōma slipped inside and closed the door behind him. The older man didn't look to him when Ryōma locked the door – the tapping of the keyboard most likely over powering the soft click. He heaved a sigh to relax his nerves and walked slowly to the picturesque man at the other wall. Tezuka eyed him. He looked a little annoyed, but something inside Ryōma snapped. He wasn't going to just leave. His body was too heated for that to be the final result. This was going to play out the way the rookie wanted it to... not the captain. He walked around the desk and stood beside the typing man.
"Is there a problem, Echizen?"
"Yeah... a stiff one."
Tezuka's fingers stopped abruptly and Ryōma leaned against the desk. The room fell silent as the dark reflective eyes landed on him and the rookie crossed his arms over his chest. Their eyes held each other for several moments before Tezuka spoke again. He looked irritated... but Ryōma thrust his hips subtly to spite him.
"I have work to do."
Ryōma's only response was to moisten his lips and gnaw lightly on the bottom.
"That does take priority over you... especially when I have an important meeting in a few minutes."
He smirked and his eyes lowered to the man's groin. There was no bulge, but he noticed the captain's left hand was fisted on the arm of his chair. His eyes rolled back up Tezuka's body and he smiled knowing he'd won that round. How strong would his will be this time?
Ryōma took a step and set his hands on the arms of the captain's chair. Their lips were close and he could feel that heavy breath on him. There was nothing more that needed to be said. Ryōma brushed his mouth over Tezuka's and ran his finger down the tense left arm. His lips moved over the soft cheek and kissed gently. He placed his hand over the captain's fist and rubbed gently as he moved further back to the man's ear. Ryōma released his hot breath onto the protruding flesh and Tezuka flinched.
"Echizen, I said I'm busy."
"I know..."
The rookie's soft seductive words countered Tezuka's stern and slightly panicked voice rather perfectly. Ryōma lifted his knee and planted it firmly between the seated man's legs at his crotch and pressed forward lightly. He heard a sharp inhale and smiled. His tongue darted out and lapped at the ear and he moved down to his neck. He kissed gently and rocked his leg back and forth then shifted his weight. He nipped gently at the soft flesh and felt for the closures of Tezuka's pants. When he released them, he moved his leg and climbed on top of the captain. His fingers ghosted over the warm hardening meat and he kissed up Tezuka's neck. They found each other's lips and looked at each other before they joined passionately.
Ryōma guided the hand in his to his ass then released the button and zipper on his own pants. He grinded his hips a bit and the hand on his rear end clenched then moved. Ryōma combed his fingers up the back of Tezuka's head and parted his lips. Their tongues massaged each other and their saliva mixed together. Tezuka's hand was cool against the rookie's skin when it slipped into his pants. Ryōma moaned into Tezuka's mouth when he felt the prodding at his back entrance. He grinded his hips again and wrapped his fingers around the stiff shaft between his captain's legs. They started moving at the same time and Ryōma pushed back when he felt the pressure in his anus.
"Nph..."
"Ngh..."
The rookie tried to keep still as the finger moved in and out of him and another was added. He tightened his grip and rocked back again. His hand moved faster and he toyed at the little hole with his finger. The moaning increased and Ryōma started to sweat. He reached back to his pocket and pulled out a familiar plastic package. There was a strange sensation and suddenly the pressure in his rectum was gone. Tezuka's lips were gone from his and he was lifted to the desk. His pants were pulled down a bit and the captain buried his face into Ryōma's groin.
The hot moisture filled the rookie's head and he leaned back propping himself with his hand. He shifted and set his feet on the arms of the chair and the fingers were back inside him... two at once. "Ahh...!"
Ryōma tossed up his head and grabbed the back of Tezuka's. He started thrusting his hips into that warm opening and tried to widen himself more. His pants weren't even close to being off and the condom was gone from his hand. Ryōma's legs were pushed up and Tezuka pulled him closer. Ryōma bit his bottom lip when Tezuka's tongue wiggled around his asshole. His hand gripped the end of the desk and he strained to not cry out in pleasure. It was so good... so hot... so satisfying. There was shifting again, but the rookie couldn't open his eyes to see what was happening. The moisture was gone and he was pulled up and back onto the chair.
Tezuka kissed down his neck and Ryōma rubbed the covered rod against his aching entrance. He pulled the captain's lips to his and slammed them together. His toes curled on the arms of the chair and the fingers at his hips clenched. He ran his fingers up the back of Tezuka's head and pulled their lips apart. They stared into each other's eyes and Tezuka shifted when Ryōma whispered.
"Fuck me..."
"Nnh... nnngh...!"
"Aaanh!"
Ryōma grinded as best he could in the chair over the throbbing erection inside him. It was so big... so hard... His knees started to cramp and he extended his feet and leaned back. He rolled himself expertly over his captain and felt the hands at his hips tighten again. Tezuka moved him harder... faster and they groaned and grunted uncontrollably. So good... so... good... Heat moved up and down over his penis and he wrapped his arms around Tezuka's neck. He rode harder... clutched the man beneath him... wailed blissfully to the ceiling...
"AAAAH!"
Tezuka didn't stop when Ryōma felt the juices dribbling back down his expended member. It felt unbelievable and he started to ride again. The man inside him hadn't even slowed yet... his fingers were still tight on Ryōma's body and his eyes were still shut tight. Ryōma leaned in to him and pressed their lips together again. The heavy panting didn't allow them to stay that way and Ryōma's head slipped to the side. He breathed heavily onto the red ear and groaned. His lips brushed it and he closed his teeth on it gently. When he started to gnaw... Tezuka shuddered violently.
"HA—AAH!"
Ryōma slowed and kissed down the man's neck. He rested his head on Tezuka's shoulder and waited for them both to calm down before boasting his victory.
XXXXX
Inui followed Kaidō into the small kitchenette by the analysis room a few minutes before Tezuka was supposed to arrive. The young interrogator looked exceptionally irritated, even for nearly 0830. It was strange, but Inui wasn't really sure if he wanted to ask... considering what his loving partner of several years must be thinking at the moment. He wasn't really sure what had gotten Renji on such a strange kick last night, but he didn't want to talk about it at all. Kaidō was attractive, and both the intelligence officers knew that. But what made Renji suddenly think there was something more? Or that he had history with the intimidating snake...
Kaidō had been uncharacteristically quiet during the analysis and that also bothered Inui. He was smart enough, but what was going on with him? It was clearly affecting his ability to perform his duties... and that would not be acceptable under any circumstances. Maybe he was that intimidated by Renji... but that wasn't really a feasible equation. Kaidō hadn't once shown signs of that sort before when Renji was around, but maybe he sensed something was amiss. No, he didn't act like that when he was uncomfortable... but it was so rare that Inui – or anyone for that matter – had seen Kaidō in an uncomfortable situation, he probably wouldn't recognize it if he did see it.
Perhaps the best way to quash the issue would just be to ask outright. Yes... that was always the best tactic. In the worst case, Kaidō just won't answer. Inui filled himself a cup of water and watched the younger man for a moment. He was certainly agitated... and by something important too. It might be mistaken for simple anger to anyone else that didn't know him well enough, but Inui had spend considerable time with him over the last several months. He knew most of Kaidō's emotional phases in their physical sense.
"What's wrong with you?"
Inui's brow rose when Kaidō looked to him. The dark brows were furrowed beneath the cloth on his head and his entire body looked tense. "Nothing."
"Your body language says otherwise."
"It's nothing."
"Try again..." Inui's arms crossed over his chest.
"How about 'I don't want to talk about it'?"
"That works, but are you going to be of any help with this analysis?"
"I'm fine."
"An earlier performance would suggest otherwise as well."
"Don't treat me like you're interrogating me," Kaidō snapped.
Inui's brow rose again and the corner of his mouth curled a bit. "I am."
"Sorry... that was rude. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, just answer the question."
"..."
Inui waited silently and watched Kaidō fidget.
"Um... I... I've been..."
Kaidō stammered then looked to Inui who just smiled to him patiently.
The younger man sighed defeated. "I... saw something I don't think I was supposed to see and really didn't want to see."
Inui lowered his head and sipped from his cup. "What was it?"
"... A... a guy..."
His brow rose.
"... with someone else..."
"Why is that a problem?"
"... 'Cause well... I..."
"You like him?"
"..."
Inui watched Kaidō's cheeks flush and he smirked. "If you don't tell me now, you're just going to have to tell me later."
"..."
"So you might as well just get it over with."
"... We've..."
"Tezuka-Buchō is here."
Inui and Kaidō looked to the entry way of the small room to see Renji. He was scowling and his eyes shifted quickly from Inui to Kaidō and back to Inui. The older man sighed heavily. He wasn't sure if he should be more irritated by Renji's jealousy or afraid of the man's wrath... The Chief of Intelligence turned and Inui's eyes shifted briefly to Kaidō as they started to follow. There was a soft voice behind him.
"What happened?"
"I got completely trashed last night," Inui tried to skirt.
He knew Kaidō was too smart for that. "Why?"
"Because he asked about us..."
There was a smirk. "Good luck."
"Yeah..."
The tension in the room didn't waver when the STOPP team captain entered. The meeting was long and filled with speculation. Kaidō seemed a little more on top of his game, but why, Inui couldn't be sure. They theorized that the group they'd questioned should be held and monitored further, but they were still holding out. Kaidō said he wasn't sure if they could get any more information from them without inflicting some type of physical torture. Tezuka calmly and adamantly denied the jovial request. Inui watched him the entire time. He didn't look like he was doing any better, but maybe they would get a chance to talk after lunch.
XXXXX
The meeting with Tezuka-Buchō, Inui-Senpai and Yanagi-Kachō was over just before 1130. Kaidō was only slightly more relaxed than he'd been at the start of the meeting, but he couldn't get the image of Momo with that damn woman out of his head. He hoped that maybe he'd feel better after talking to Inui. The guy seemed to want to know what was on Kaidō's mind anyway... and – as much as he didn't want to admit it – Kaidō needed someone to talk to. Because of their roles on the team, Inui was the only one Kaidō had gotten particularly close with, so he felt safer talking to him instead of anyone else. After lunch... maybe he would be even calmer by then.
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and highlighted Inui in his contact list. His thumb flew over the buttons then pressed the green "send" key. About a minute later, he got an alert for a new text message. It was Inui-Senpai... He was going to be at Renji-Kachō's for an undetermined period of time after lunch, but they would meet up when he was free. Kaidō sent a message of affirmation and slipped the phone back into his pocket. The dorm was empty when he got there... but there was a note on his door frame. It looked like Eiji-Senpai's handwriting.
'Meet us all at the Mess Hall when you're free.'
Kaidō crumpled the note and tossed it to the garbage. Momo would probably be there... but he didn't feel right about ditching everyone just because he was mad at that retarded jackass. He heaved a sigh and pulled out his phone again. This message was sent to Eiji asking who was at lunch already. Apparently everyone except Tezuka, Fuji – who had a meeting with the director – and Kawamura – who was working in the Mess kitchen. He nodded and looked toward the hall when he heard a strange chime. The phone disappeared again and he followed the sound to Momo's room. Momo... had a new text.
Against his better judgment, he picked up the small device and pressed a few buttons. His eyes shifted over the letters and his entire body was set on fire. He threw the phone onto the bastard's bed and stormed into the hallway and out the door. That son of a bitch... There was an image of the woman he'd seen with Momo the night before on the inbox screen... and the message underneath read, 'Thanks for a great time last night. We should do it again soon!'
Kaidō was furious and wasn't aware how fast he'd gotten to the dining hall. He stormed through the entrance and burst through the cafeteria doors. How could Momo have done something like that to him? That fucking woman… what was that all about? His eyes immediately fell to Momo in the center of the room and his temper flared higher. That fucking bastard… who the hell did he think he was messing around with some dumb tart?
Momo was sitting amidst his teammates with the exception of the captain, Fuji and Kawamura when they heard someone break down the door to the dining hall. Kaidō's eyes were fixed on the spiky haired navigator and he appeared to be completely unconcerned about causing a public scene. He passed the table quickly and shot out his arm fisting Momo's shirt collar in his hand tightly. The navigator was ripped from his chair and dragged off toward the kitchen. His state of shock didn't allow him to protest much. What the hell was this asshole thinking?
The four remaining STOPP members stared at the two men's backs as they disappeared through the kitchen doors. Ryōma raised a brow utterly confused and racked his brain for every possible scenario that might be going on back there. Had the two of them gotten into a fight earlier? Was Kaidō-Senpai going to hurt Momo-Senpai? He looked so enraged… but Kaidō wasn't the type to use physical violence against a teammate… even if it was Momo. Maybe someone else knew what happened, but Ryōma figured if it was that big of a deal, he'd find out eventually.
"I wonder what that was all about." Ryōma turned back to the table and his confusion intensified.
Inui, Ōishi and Eiji watched Kaidō drag Momo off through the kitchen with raised brows. What was going on in there? Inui recalled the conversation he'd shared with the interrogator earlier and his eyes rounded. It was Momo-Chan… the bandanna man's biggest rival must have been the "guy" Kaidō mentioned only hours before. Inui's eyes widened further behind his thick lenses and his jaw dropped slightly.
Ōishi shifted his eyes from the door to his lover across the table for some sort of collaborated explanation. When his eyes landed on Eiji, the redhead's eyes were wide. Eiji saw the look on Kaidō's face when he walked past the table. It was the same one he had seen on Momo-Chan's after he'd come to talk to him and Ōishi about his new boyfriend. Kaidō? Momo-Chan was sleeping with Kaidō? The evader's eyes dropped to the table and shifted around for a bit until he felt Ōishi looking at him. When his eyes met the medic's, the brunette looked confused.
Eiji just stared at his lover unable to speak or move with realization. Momo-Chan and Kaidō were seeing each other… how did that happen? Ōishi was missing something. Why was Eiji staring at him like that? What was he thinking that-- Momo... He'd come to see them about some guy he'd been with… No way! Ōishi's expression mirrored Eiji's and the two shifted their eyes from Ryōma to Inui. Did they know?
Inui caught Ōishi's and Eiji's eyes briefly. Judging by their faces, they had deduced the same thing he had. The three exchanged silent confirmations then dropped their eyes to the table. When the hell did that happen?! There was a soft voice from the end of the table and the older members stiffened. Echizen didn't know anything about either one of them.
"Are you guys ok?"
There was no response.
"Oi… what did I miss?"
XXXXX
Kaidō whipped his arm around when he entered the kitchen staff locker room with Momo in tow and slammed the other man against the steel doors. Momo's shoulder connected roughly with the doors and he slid to the floor. He grunted and looked up to Kaidō putting the lockers at his back and grabbing his injured shoulder. The glare between them was enough to bring down the bravest of men and neither one noticed the two cooks when they ran from the room.
"What the hell is your problem, huh?" Momo stood and shouted into the snake's face.
Kaidō only stared back. His fists were clenched at his sides and he felt as if his entire body was trembling. This must have been something like what Momo was feeling when he'd found out that Kaidō had been with other men before him. It was different now, though. Kaidō had lied, but Momo not only lied, but was with someone else… a woman… How could he have done something like that? Kaidō felt like he could kill Momo.
"Oi! What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear me?"
Without a word Kaidō grabbed Momo's injured shoulder and spun him to face the locker doors. His adrenaline was running so high he'd completely immobilized Momo when he pressed his body against the other man's back. Kaidō felt his bulge against Momo's butt and slipped his fingers into the navigator's waistband.
"Ouch! What the fuck are you doing, you asshole?!" Momo screamed. He felt fingers against his skin then heard the sound of fabric ripping and there was cold metal against his front lower half. His eyes widened and he started to panic. "Oi, you fucking idiot! Knock it off!"
Kaidō discarded the torn clothing and pulled a condom from his pocket. When Momo started to struggle, Kaidō leaned on him harder and pushed his own pants down. He slipped the sheath over his erection and turned Momo back around to face him still pinning him to the steel. Momo was terrified, confused and angry. Kaidō's eyes locked with the navigator's and clutched Momo's wrists in his hands. He crossed them above the spiky dark hair holding them against the metal with one tight fist.
Momo struggled again when he realized what the interrogator was about to do. He couldn't move. Where did this guy's unworldly strength come from? What was he thinking? What was going on?! His eyes clenched shut and he turned his head to the side. He couldn't look into those eyes again… he didn't want this… this wasn't Kaidō… That guy would never do something like this… would he?
'Kaidō… please… don't do this,' Momo pleaded silently.
Kaidō felt Momo's body tense and something in him changed. What was he doing? He didn't hate Momo… he could never hate Momo. He was just angry… so angry that he would actually… No! Never! With the navigator still pinned in position, Kaidō gingerly brushed his fingers down over the man's thigh. He grazed his lips over the man's neck and ear in an effort to calm him. When he loosened his grip on Momo's wrists he felt the tension lighten a bit and gripped the back of Momo's knee gently.
Momo felt the difference from one moment to the next and let Kaidō wrap his leg around his body. Kaidō's thick member was rubbing against Momo's entrance and the interrogator released his wrists. The backs of Kaidō's fingers ghosted over Momo's body to his other thigh and lifted again. Momo wrapped his newly freed arms around Kaidō's neck and tightened his legs around the man's waist. Kaidō clenched his fingers around Momo's back and slammed him onto his throbbing hurt with a loud grunt.
"Aaaah!" Momo tossed his head up when he was penetrated and screamed. Kaido hadn't prepared him like he did last time in the storage shed. His body tensed and Kaidō began thrusting hard. "Ka… Kaidō!"
Kaidō pounded into Momo repeatedly attempting to ignore the pained cries coming from him. He didn't want to do this. Why was he doing this? What had come over him? Why was he reacting this way? Why did he feel so betrayed?!
"Ka… Kaidō…" Momo tried to speak through the pleasure laced pain. "Kaidō… it… it hurts…"
The interrogator's eyes clenched and he started pounding harder. The arm he had around Momo's waist tightened and his fingers clenched against the lockers. 'Good… you hurt me too, you asshole! I'm glad it's painful.' Kaidō tried to dismiss the unnerving thought. Did he really enjoy causing this man pain? What was happening to him?!
Momo tried to loosen up and let the tension out of his body. He hoped by doing that it wouldn't hurt so much. He'd relaxed considerably after a few minutes and the pain subsided for the most part. Kaidō was being much rougher than last time… Why was this happening? What made Kaidō so angry that he'd do something like this? Last time, in the shed, it was almost as though Kaidō was making love to him. He was soothing and gentle… he made sure there was little to no pain that time. What changed?
'What happened to you, Kaidō?'
Kaidō heard the pain filled moans from Momo and pressed him harder against the steel doors. His fingers moved from the cold metal to the man's fiery skin and brushed down Momo's side. Kaidō clenched his fingers over the man's back and butt trying to move faster and deeper as Momo groaned louder and louder. Kaidō's eyes and jaw clenched further and his lips stretched taut over his teeth. His eyes started to tingle a bit…
'How does it feel, Momo? Was it better with her? Did she make you sweat this much? Did you scream this loud with her? Did you come as hard with her as you do with me?! Am I that unimportant to you?! DON'T YOU LOVE ME AT ALL?!'
"NNNGH!"
"AAAAH!"
They came together loudly, Momo with his mouth agape toward the ceiling and arms and legs tight around Kaidō's body, and Kaidō through clenched teeth gripping Momo to him with such a fierce intensity his arms started to throb. The tension drained completely from Momo's body and his feet dropped from Kaidō's waist to the floor. He had barely enough energy to support his own weight and grunted when he felt the rod leave his rectum.
Without looking to Momo, Kaidō pulled the rubber from his softening penis and headed toward the rear exit of the kitchen staff locker room. He tossed the sheath into the trash as he passed it and quickly reapplied his pants. The door he was headed toward lead to the alley behind the mess hall and Kaidō was outside in the irritatingly bright sun. He wiped the tears from his eyes before heading out toward the main road.
TBC...
VVVVV
I'm more than half way through the next chapter and just a little spoiler warning: it's going to focus a lot on Momo and Kaidō. I'm not a fan of rape at all (and anyone who is has seriously questionable character), but I wrote the last part of this chapter several months ago. I'm glad I wrote it because it was a challenge for me to get that in depth with something so heavy that I haven't experienced first hand. Please let me know what you think as I am concerned how the last part will be received. Thank you for all your support.