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Part 2
How was I to know that that would be the day I'd finally snap? I wasn't even supposed to see the do'aho at all, what with it being a Saturday.
So I woke up, stuck to the sheets as the remnants of a very graphic dream flittered out through my ears. Even waking up has become a chore, besides having to ignore the look the maid keeps giving me as she comes by to pick up the laundry. I'm a physically healthy male; it's just that star of my fantasies is a baka whom I cannot stand next to for more than a few seconds without wanting to bite him. Somewhere. Anywhere.
But anyway, I had planned to go to the court I usually practice at in the mornings, but it had started to drizzle in preparation for what would be heavy rain, so I headed for school which had the only closed-court I knew would be available for usage.
It's those moments on court, alone with a basketball, that I am able to keep my mind off him, as that driving force to be the best player briefly overtakes that other driving force.
Yet such a respite is only brief, because once practice is over and I set the basketball down, it's back to nightmare land. Demonic little red-haired do'ahos, all circling my head (and lower regions), taunting me and my body's inability to remain calm whenever thinking of him.
Two seconds after I put down the ball and I'm horny yet again. Is such a thing biologically possible?
So I quickly headed for the showers, tossing my clothes carelessly on a bench in the locker room as I stalked off to one of the cubicle showers and yanked the cold water faucet to its highest setting.
The water hit me in full force, yet it only dampened the heat in my groin a tiny notch. So I leaned with my head against the cool wall tiles as the water sprinkled down my back, my left in hand in a manic frenzy to relieve the rest of me.
That's when I heard the gasp.
I lifted my head, and saw through the water trickling off my bangs, that standing outside the open cubicle door was the main subject of my hyperactive libido.
He was slightly drenched from rain, and don't get me started on how his clothes were clinging to that lickable body of his. Did I say lickable? Shit. When my brain finally registered that it wasn't a hallucination, my erection tightened so hard I thought I'd burst on the spot.
But he was staring at me. In shock. And horror. What was the big deal, he was a guy, he knew masturbating was a daily activity…
And that's when I realised it.
He hadn't just seen me. He'd heard me. I'd been gasping his name as I jerked off.
He knew.
I tried to turn my head, I really did, but my eyes just refused to remove themselves from the sight of ultimate deliciousness. I couldn't even kick the cubicle door shut.
We just stared at each other.
Then with a jolt I realised that my cock was still in dire need of attention, and that I was naked, in front of him. The possibilities were… terrifying. I pressed my forehead harder against the wet tiles as I fought down the hunger threatening to burst out any moment. Still that idiot continued to stare at me like some dumb animal. What was wrong with him? Didn't he realise how dangerous it was? Even I had only so much self-control.
Every single cell of my body screamed in rabid lust. I want that!
I shouted at him. "GET OUT!" He jumped at the sound, having rarely ever heard me raise my voice. I clenched my jaws together, wishing to whatever god might be listening that he'd take the hint and just leave.
Get out, Sakuragi. Get out now, before I lose control. Before I what everything my twisted mind has wanted to do to you since it had labelled you the most-fuckable-being-on-earth.
I heard his voice, which softly said, "I… G-g-gomen… Are you okay?"
What kind of question was that? More to the point, the sound of voice in a pitch lower than curse-the-kitsune decibels made my stomach hitch. I don't know what sort of look passed over my face, but it must have been bad because he took an uncertain step back.
Get out. Please.
I dropped to my knees and banged my fists against the wet tiles, my mouth open in a silent snarl as I clenched a hand round my erection.
"Rukawa…?"
Why did he have to call me by my name? What happened to kitsune? Or baka? Or anything else for that matter?
I snapped.
No thoughts, no rationale, only raw undiluted lust.
My body jerked into action and before I knew it, we were wrestling on the bathroom floor.
We are usually equals in strength, yes, but that day I had the advantage of being insanely hungry to fuck him. It definitely wasn't one of our usual fights, because I was terribly violent as I slammed him against the tiles. Had he not been Sakuragi Hanamichi, he might have suffered a number of broken bones or internal injuries, such was the extent of my desire for him.
"I want you!" I growled, just before pinning him underneath me and claiming his mouth with my own.
He tasted better than anything I'd ever imagined, no matter that he was trying to bite my tongue off.
I could feel rather than hear his resistance, as I was blinded from everything except the blood pounding through my erection. I drove my nails into his wrists when he tried to kick me off, and later on I found blood under my nails. And I definitely drew blood from his lips. Or maybe that was my own. It was hard to be sure.
He was at my mercy. I'd finally be able to ruin him.
My sadistic lust-blown mind had goals made clear. Take Sakuragi, now that he's open before you, ripe and ready. Make it clear how much you hate him for what he's done to you. And make him hate himself.
I drove a free hand into his crotch. I wanted his body to betray him, just as mine had betrayed me.
So I rubbed myself over him, forcing his primal instincts to make themselves known, even if his own conscious mind refused to let them. I felt him yelp into my mouth as he started to harden into my ministrations, and I smiled wickedly in response.
Fuck him. Fuck him now.
I yanked my mouth away the same time as I flipped him over, pressing his face and stomach hard into the tiles with my own bodyweight. A free hand tugged his shorts down to his knees.
The sight of his perfect untainted butt would have been the clincher. Without a doubt I would have raped him that day, had I not heard the sob.
It was a flailing sound, and by all accounts I shouldn't have heard it, but somehow I did.
My own body was shaking eagerly in its readiness for some mind-blowing do'aho-fucking, but some minute sane portion of my head started shouting in protest at the rest of me. Look at what you're doing! This is wrong! He doesn't deserve any of this!
I stared at his flesh. He was right there. I could take him and be done with it.
But Sakuragi was crying, and it was me that was making him cry.
Walk away, Rukawa. It's not too late. I placed a shaking hand on the thick flesh, and I felt Sakuragi stiffen in terror. My eyes were wide as I fully realised the power I had over the do'aho at that moment. Lust was into overdrive, yes, but sanity was making a quick comeback.
Still, my loins knew that I wouldn't be able to walk away from this. Not with the real Sakuragi below me. I was still overpowered by my need to come, and my hands would be a poor substitute now that my cock knew what was available.
So I leaned forward, hands braced on the floor with my weight on his back, and I thrusted my crotch into the back of his left thigh.
Yes, I got off on his leg.
No matter that it wasn't actual ass-fucking, because it was still his flesh, wet from rain, sweat and tap water, and the friction was enough as I drove my erection into it. I clamped my knees around his leg to drive it into my groin as I jerked faster against him.
I did not make any sound as I came, but he was well aware of it as there was no mistaking the warm wet fluid that I spouted between his thighs.
Lust momentarily silenced, sanity came back in full force.
Fuck.
Sakuragi was quiet underneath me, and I was not sure whether it was because he was horrified at what I had done, or horrified of what I might do.
I crawled off him. And then I ran out, grabbing my clothes and yanking them on as I charged through the lockers.
As I cycled home, heavy rain be damned, the fuzzy lust-controlled clouds that had been fogging my thoughts starting to clear.
The situation had finally changed. Sakuragi finally knew. I had finally snapped.
I doubt everything I felt at that moment could be isolated into the single-syllable word 'shame'. Still, I can't seem to find any other words to describe it. Shame. At myself, at my lack of self-control, at what I had almost done, at what I had secretly wanted to do.
At that moment I hated myself more than I hated Sakuragi, and that's saying something.
Had I broken him? I hadn't wanted to, even if many times before I had said that I had. It's just that I'd been so fucking angry that someone like him could exist in the world without realising the kind of power he had over lowly mortals such as myself. I couldn't even begin to imagine what thoughts were in his head while I relieved myself on him, nor what he was thinking of me afterward.
It'd make no difference if he hated me even more. It'd just mean more nightmares, more self-bashing and possibly a little more suicidal tendencies.
I'm sorry, do'aho.
It was only when I reached home did I realise I had been crying all
the way.