A/N: Slipping this in before I forget about this fic... again lmao
Section three has a dreamed rape scene and a non-con blowjob. Last part has Hiroki seducing Nowaki or letting him do as he wishes. For people that just want to skip this part.
-Lucicelo
From his place on his desk, Miyagi leaned against his chair and blew a line of smoke toward the ceiling. After months of juggling an insufferable number of classes, he wanted nothing more than to quit his job. The other literature professors tried their best, but the dean couldn't find a literature inclined professor to take over Hiroki's classes. This left the department to go into a first come first serve method, where they rejected students who attempted to switch into their classes. Miyagi, in his charitable mood, accepted more than his limit, this bit him in the ass not long after.
Of course, his fellow professors warned him against taking all this work on his own. Even if he was an exemplary professor, he couldn't juggle different classes without an assistant or canceling enough for a manageable workload. Miyagi couldn't help himself. He wanted to help his students and Hiroki's students advance in their education. Without another assistant professor helping out, they didn't have another hand in teaching these classes.
The lead of their department reassured a surge of new teaching assistants and assistant professors. Miyagi doubted it. A majority of the young people who studied in their university picked careers to sustain them in life. Business, economics, anything other than literature. He didn't belittle his own career path, but he was realistic.
He didn't hold any hopes of his work lessening until the semester ended.
By the middle of the semester, Miyagi placed a limit on his classes and took more breaks from his workload. Lessening his assignments to regain his drive for his job. Of course, he kept his usual easy going smile so as to not peak the suspicion of his students. None of them noticed the efforts he took to keep up with his workload.
Before the Spring semester ended, Miyagi lived in his office. His couch transformed into a makeshift bed while his meals consisted of take out meals. Hiroki's desk and closet became hiding places for Miyagi to place his possessions during professor hours.
The usual ease of his classes became more of a chore for him. At least the questions about Hiroki lessened after the first month of classes. Until his parents made the news announcement that catapulted the curiosity of his students.
This prompted the students to bring letters for Hiroki. From their varying degree of facial expressions, Miyagi knew they didn't contain malicious words. Their sincerity came through in their actions and behavior. Miyagi didn't have the heart to reject their letters and collected them. At some point, he bought a box with a slot for students to leave letters when he wasn't in his office. He kept it unlocked because he trusted his students to be respectful and not vandalize it.
To his relief, no one defaced the box, keeping it untouched outside of his office.
With that hurdle out the way, he became comfortable enough to leave campus on the weekends. These little trips gave him a semblance of normalcy. His thoughts of his classes ended when he got on the train back home. Returning to his apartment was a vacation away from work. He spent the day cleaning, washed new sets of clothes, and replaced old food he left in the fridge.
During his recharging period, Miyagi placed his phone on undisturb or on silent. He couldn't handle having his phone going off on him when he was trying to recover from his own job. A job he used to find pride in and had no complaints over.
Of course, the Dean found his unavailability unacceptable. Apparently, Miyagi needed to be available in case he was needed, or an impromptu work meeting was established on the weekend. Odd for him to insist when this used to not be a staple for their department or faculty.
Miyagi brought up the lack of a professor and needing a recharge. The Dean caught on to his possible resignation in case he pushed Miyagi to keep his phone on volume. Miyagi might have taken more students than he could handle, but he couldn't take his actions back.
Whenever he left home, he returned back to an empty office. There was no other person taking Hiroki's space, making the office space feel smaller than usual.
Hiroki's absence became intolerable.
He enjoyed having a back and forth banter with someone who retorted back. Hiroki's comebacks teared on the meaner sarcastic sphere, but Miyagi liked toying with him. Never in a mean spirited way, but as a teasing older brother. Ever since Hiroki let out his one child status and the overabundance of female cousins, Miyagi carved his niche as the older brother.
As much as Hiroki denied it, he listened to Miyagi's advice. Miyagi noticed Hiroki integrating some of his own techniques into his classes. He bit his tongue to not tease Hiroki, but Hiroki saw his teasing glances.
Inside the privacy of their office, they exchanged a variety of opinions. Some of which they knew wouldn't be seen as acceptable office talk. Miyagi remembered trying to speak on a controversial topic with a senior who gave him a concerning stare over his topic. In contrast, Hiroki was open minded about almost everything.
Hiroki tolerated Miyagi's overall smoke stink. Instead of complaining, he told Miyagi to douse their room with fragrances to remove the smell. There was talk of bringing in a wall plug in for a backup smell in case Miyagi forgot.
No one saw the face behind the stern and gruff man.
There was a possibility that Miyagi might never see or talk to Hiroki again. He pushed the idea out of his mind to continue on surviving every day of his weekday.
One afternoon, Miyagi finished an early dinner with a tablet propped on his desk for entertainment. He put aside his lunch hour to do an impromptu professor hour for students who missed the previous day's professors' hours. His students appreciated his hard work and some of them brought him multiple bento for him to eat. Miyagi didn't have to buy himself food due to different students handing him coffee cans or snacks.
Taking bites of an over-the-top bento, Miyagi savored the marinated beef and well-seasoned rice. The sides were added as an extra component to the bento, justifying the price. Miyagi was tempted to reject this offering, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful. Some students pulled together money to get him this bento during their free time.
Miyagi savored every single bite.
A knock on the door broke Miyagi from the screen. Looking at the door, he readied himself to yell that professor hours were over, but his shoulders slumped in resignation. Even if he wanted to, he didn't have the heart to shoo his students away. He should have placed a paper on the door to let his students know to return the following day.
Cleaning up his trash, Miyagi set it aside and walked to the door. He was stunned to see Hiroki's mother. He had not seen her since she asked questions about Hiroki's whereabouts. She made her reappearance in intervals, but those appearances soon grew sparse.
Smiling light, Fuyumi bowed. "Good afternoon, Miyagi-san."
"Kamijou-san." Miyagi quickly bowed before motioning her inside. He closed the door when Fuyumi made her way inside. "How may I help you?"
Fuyumi sat on one of the seats the students used before she answered. "I just wanted to visit. How are you doing? Have you received any news?"
Miyagi went to his rolling chair and sat down. "I'm surviving. Without Hiroki, my workload amplified. I did this to myself, mind you. I accepted far more students and listened to no one when they said not to. Onto Hiroki…I have not received any news from anyone."
Fuyumi's smile stayed, but Miyagi saw the pain in her eyes.
"I will call you if I find anything, Fuyumi-san. You can be reassured of that."
Fuyumi nodded her head. "Thank you, for the consideration. I… have been kept in the dark for some time. My husband and Hiroki's friends are doing their own searches. They don't want me to lift a finger."
Miyagi chuckled. "Hiroki wouldn't have wanted you to exhaust yourself. The guy was always worried about you."
Fuyumi giggled behind her open palm. "I'm blessed to have such a filial son."
"Oh! Wait a moment."
Miyagi got up from his chair and went to the corner of his office. Finding the box of Hiroki's letters, he picked it up and handed it to Fuyumi. "The students left these for Hiroki.".
Covering her mouth with her handkerchief, Fuyumi blinked back the tears in her eyes. "This...is for Hiroki?"
Miyagi averted his eyes when he noticed her using her handkerchief. "Yes, the current students and alumni became aware of Kamijou's disappearance when he didn't show up for a week. I had to tell his newer students the truth on account of taking in his students into my own. After the newscast of him came out, his students began handing me letters. I'm not sure about the contents, but I'm sure there's nothing horrible in the box."
Feeling the weight of the letters on her lap, more tears accumulated in Fuyumi's eyes. Despite her son's claims of his students not liking him, the students responded in their own way. Dabbing away the tears that escaped her eyes, she hugged the box close to her chest.
"Thank you." Fuyumi bit into her lip.
Miyagi dared to ask her. "I have to ask…have the police done any more work in Hiroki's case?"
Resigned, Fuyumi shook her head. "The police have turned their attention to different cases. Any lead they ever received came up to a dead end." She looked down at the box with devastation. "I-I wanted them to continue, but...I'm assuming my pleas went to deaf ears. I am one of the many parents who badger them for their child's wellbeing."
"I'm not going to lie; the police tend to focus on the big cases. Kamijou was big for a while until other cases came out in the news." Miyagi let out a sigh. "It doesn't stop me from being furious about their lack of care. I know the possibilities are low, but it doesn't mean there can't be an answer."
Fuyumi touched the box with her fingertips. "That's all I want. I'm slowly coming to terms with never seeing my son again. I don't want it to be true, but I have to be calm and cool. Hiroki would want me to relax and not overthink myself into a frenzy. My heart...it can't take surprises. Not now."
Miyagi nodded his head. "May I ask?"
"Hmm?" Fuyumi blinked before she answered. "Oh...I have a heart condition. It's treatable, but I have to keep a certain level of anxiety before my heart palpitations begin. Hiroki was always worried about me. He dropped everything in his life to come back to visit me after my hospital stay." She pursed her lips. "These last few months have not been good for my health."
Miyagi rubbed the back of his neck and hunched over. "Are you still hoping he is going to come back?"
Fuyumi's smile didn't reach her eyes. "What else is a mother supposed to do than to keep on hoping? If I give up, I wouldn't be able to handle the guilt of having abandoned my only son."
Hiroki's days were the same.
Nowaki woke him up, kissing him before he got ready for the day. He made a breakfast spread, some of which Hiroki couldn't stomach, and attempted to feed him. Hiroki forced bites down his throat, swallowing the incoming bile as Nowaki kissed him. Using his inner strength, he kept everything down. He needed to build himself back up to overpower Nowaki and make his escape.
Hiroki tried to pinpoint the exact date, but there was no clock. Whenever Nowaki left, Hiroki was sometimes left in the living room with the tv on. The channels Nowaki picked didn't show the timestamp on the corner or even a date, giving Hiroki no time or reference.
Hiroki preferred the living room rather than being locked inside of his bedroom. The one singular window let him some light, giving him somewhat of a time for the day. Once the outside started to showcase reds and purples, Nowaki was almost home from work.
The somewhat repetitive hours gave Hiroki some reprieve from Nowaki. He gathered his bearings before Nowaki slammed the front door open and waltzed inside. Almost beelining to him to get the lover's welcome.
Like always, Nowaki yanked off his clothing, kissing and caressing his body as if Hiroki wanted his touch.
Hiroki blanked out his mind and let out some noises to appease Nowaki. He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back his bite of revulsion as Nowaki released his cum inside of him. On some days, Nowaki cleaned him up, on others, Nowaki did nothing, causing his cum to trickle down and coat Hiroki's legs.
Nothing was different.
In a way, Hiroki grew accustomed to Nowaki shoving his dick inside of him.
There were times where Hiroki was pushed into just right, making him grit his teeth tight. The slight grunts should have been enough, but Nowaki caught onto his ploy and pinched his nipples to incite his reaction.
"Hm." Hiroki almost spat out as Nowaki pinched his nipples, "S-Stop."
Nowaki laughed into his ear and fucked him even deeper.
"Damn you-"
"You love this, don't. Lie. To. Me." Nowaki insisted as he bent Hiroki in half to accelerate.
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Hiroki awoke to cold air hitting his wet dick.
Still half asleep, Hiroki lolled his head to the side. Trying to push away the images of his nightmare. A form of reality which haunted him throughout the nights and his dreams. He couldn't escape Nowaki's assertion to his body.
In his dreams, he felt no pain, but the adrenaline of being forced upon coursed through him. He woke up feeling like prey. Nowaki tended to stand beside his bed, watching him sleep or waiting to kiss him awake. Either option was a nightmare, it was not something cute.
Peering down at his lower half, he was nauseated at the sight of Nowaki blowing him. The offbeat blowing and so-called tender kisses made Hiroki recoil.
Digging his fingers into the palms of his hands, Hiroki's whole body began to tremble.
Nowaki, the ignorant moron, thought he was loving his touches. "Good morning, Hiro-san." Nowaki smiled up at Hiroki as he pressed a kiss on Hiroki's dick.
Hiroki stared in between Nowaki's eyebrows, making it seem like he was making eye contact. Nowaki's snippy comments of Hiroki not giving him his full attention garnered fresh crescent moon bruises on his skin.
The obvious fighting spirit of before dimmed down. Hiroki thought to conserve his strength until the day he saw his chance of escape. Nowaki would slip up one day.
He just had to be patient.
"You're so tasty," Nowaki licked the top of Hiroki's dick, reverence clear in his voice.
Had this been another lover, Hiroki would have fallen into his lust. Encouraging his lover to make him cum and to take him without a second thought.
Nowaki's voice grated his ears and his dick.
Hiroki thought of other men, to make himself cum so Nowaki could leave.
Nowaki swallowed his dick, suctioning and licking somewhat alright. Hiroki cummed with the thought of another man on the tip of his tongue.
Nowaki lavished Hiroki with compliments as Hiroki closed his eyes to stop himself from looking at him.
Hiroki swallowed his words as Nowaki kept a firm grip on his shoulders.
When Nowaki returned home from work, Hiroki willingly kissed Nowaki. Making sure to think of an ex-lover while doing so. He grasped Nowaki's lower back by accident, but Hiroki played it off. The nonconsensual blow job from days before was pushed in the recesses of his mind. He couldn't focus on seducing his kidnapper if he appeared disgusted at his existence.
Excited, Nowaki pressed him against the wall. His breathing grew heavy as he looked down at Hiroki with lust filled eyes. Due to his lack of energy, Hiroki was pinned by Nowaki's body. Nowaki wasted no time in kissing Hiroki. He shoved his tongue inside of Hiroki's mouth, making sure to lick every single surface of Hiroki's mouth. Hiroki took his assualt, his eyes trailing toward the side.
Nowaki didn't notice due to keeping his eyes shut. Hiroki was certain Nowaki was imagining a scenario of them being a couple. How they were a loving couple who settled in a cabin in the woods. Having overheard Nowaki's nonsense when he was weaker, Hiroki was certain Nowaki thought his fantasies became reality.
Nowaki broke the kiss. Kissing his cheek, down to his neck, he began biting different sections of Hiroki's skin. Nowaki made sure to suck hard, making the hickeys last longer. For Hiroki to see them whenever he bathed or passed by a mirror.
"Nowaki!" Hiroki snapped.
Nowaki lifted his head from Hiroki's bit up neck, inquiring. "Hiro-san?"
"Can we…take this to a room?"
"A room?" Nowaki inquired.
Gulping, Hiroki's heart raced as he stammered out. "I- I think I am ready…"
Once it dawned on Nowaki, his smile stretched from ear to ear. "Are you serious? Are you sure?"
Gritting his teeth, Hiroki nodded his head.
"Oh, that's wonderful!" Nowaki almost scooped Hiroki into his arms to run to Hiroki's bedroom, but Hiroki pushed down his hands.
Instead, Hiroki grasped onto Nowaki's hand and led him forward. Hiroki's footsteps were slow, but steady. He kept his eyes forward, not wanting to see the victorious glint in Nowaki's eyes. Nowaki must have counted the days until he could use Hiroki's body again.
"This is such a great end to a stressful day." Nowaki complained about his medic rotation, unaware of Hiroki's disinterest.
Before they entered Hiroki's bedroom, Hiroki diverted their journey toward Nowaki's bedroom.
TBC