Warnings: Harsh verbal abuse and implied rape

Chapter 2

I'll do it gladly

"It's okay, Touji, I'll take the subway home, it's only a couple stations." He insisted, trying his best not to sound nervous. Midorima and his fianceé had driven away a couple of minutes ago, and now it was only the two of them in the street.

His boyfriend was grinning, but rather than an actual smile, it was closer to a malicious smirk. "I couldn't let you go alone at this hour, could I, Kazu? That would make me a terrible boyfriend." He pinned him against the wall and gave him a quick, possessive kiss. "C'mon, I'll drive, I promise I won't bite."

He sighed in defeat, knowing he was cornered, and got on the car, with the certainty that Toujiro had no intention of upholding that promise.

Takao was grateful that his brain had a speedy auto-pilot function that allowed him to keep the conversation without having to process what was being said, otherwise he would've completely shut down the moment he heard Shin-chan was getting married. And that he was now expected to go and watch him do it.

It all happened too fast. Not two hours ago, Toujiro had invited him to a fancy double-date dinner in a very nice restaurant with one of his friends. He hadn't had any plans for the evening and he needed a breather from all the final exams, and although Takao wasn't as keen on spending time with his boyfriend as he'd once been, the man had an impeccable taste for good food, so there was no way this could go wrong.

Unless Toujiro's friend happened to be Midorima Shintarou's soon-to-be bride. For some reason, the possibility hadn't remotely crossed his mind. If this was not bad enough, he was sure Toujiro realized that something was amiss between the two ex-teammates, and this was making him increasingly angry, if the throbbing vein on his forehead was anything to go by. All he could do was give his best effort to appear unfazed and hope this dinner ended as soon as possible.

"Hey, that's wonderful! Congratulations! You know, Midorima wasn't very popular when we were in school, I never imagined he'd nail a beauty like you Kanako-san." His face was starting to hurt from holding the forced grin.

"Oh dear, you're flattering me too much. How come Tou-chan never introduced us before? You're such a delight."

Takao forced his grin to go wider.

"Hey, I just had an idea! You know we're doing a western style wedding and everything…"

"Western? Isn't it a bit ironic given how your company's motto is 'Preserve our traditions, preserve Japan'?" Toujiro interrupted, taking a sip of the warm green tea they had been served.

She huffed. "You're kidding, right? Who would want one of those horrible wedding kimono when western dresses are so beautiful? I don't need to like the stuff to sell it."

Takao took a sip of his tea to keep from snapping. Shin-chan's family loved Japanese traditions, they were 100% committed to their trade. They didn't just stand around selling quirky "Cool Japan" souvenirs to tourists, every member of the family valued and honored the importance of the tea ceremony. It was the reason customers liked and trusted them. He wasn't feeling comfortable hearing that Shin-chan's business would be swallowed by someone who didn't uphold the same values.

"Anyway, Kazu-chan (I can call you that, can't I? You're such a cutie after all), I'm sure you've seen it in the movies, how in these western weddings, the guy always asks his best friend to be his best man. And Shin-chan here doesn't really have many friends; I've been begging him to just pick someone for months, but you know him, he's just too difficult. So it just occurred to me that you could do it!"

Takao went mute. This had to be a joke. Him? Shin-chan's "best man" for his wedding? Actually, it would be more appropriate to say it was his worst nightmare come true: watching Shin-chan get married, and having to stand there, smile, and give him his blessing.

"Wow, I'm honored, but I don't think I'd make a good job for such an important position. As I said, Shi-M-midorima and I haven't been in touch for a while, and I don't really know what he likes and that stuff…"

Lies, all lies. Midorima twitched. He knew Takao was lying. They both knew. Because no one in the entire world knew Midorima like Takao did. His favorite food, his favorite color, what he liked and what he hated. His obsession with horoscopes and his shoe size. How he'd been bullied all his life for being so weird and antisocial. How he cared and protected his younger sister, even if they didn't get along. How much he respected his former Teikou comrades, and how much he loved basketball. That he was skilled with his hands, not only when it came to shooting, but also playing the piano and doing calligraphy. That he disliked cats, but found rabbits very cute. That he loved and respected his parents, even if he didn't always agree with them, and would never do anything to upset them, even if it made him unhappy in the long term. That he may be rough and unapproachable on the outside, but deep down he was warm and full of love to give.

He knew all that and so much more than Karasuma Kanako would ever come even close to understanding, and yet she was the one marrying Midorima.

"Don't be silly, Kazu, look at her, poor Kana is desperate." Toujiro patted his shoulder, and although he was smiling, his gaze was dark and menacing. "Say you'll do it gladly, c'mon."

Takao finally dared to take a sideways glance at Midorima. The green-haired man had been staring quietly at the table for the entire meeting, and had barely touched his food. He took a deep breath before gulping down a cup of sake that he'd been unwilling to drink, worried that the alcohol would make him do or say things he couldn't take back. After the burning feeling had passed his throat, he once again met Kanako's beautiful eyes and forced an even wider grin on his face.

"I'll do it gladly."

They'd been driving quietly for a few minutes when Toujiro broke the silence.

"So that was the famous Shin-chan, huh?" he spat with feigned interest.

Of course he had caught on. Shit.

"What? Oh, Midorima? No, not at all, that guy's just-"

He was interrupted by a harsh slap on his face.

"Don't play me for a fool Kazu. You think I wouldn't notice? D'you really think I wouldn't see the way you look at the man whose name you scream when I'm fucking you?" He purred dangerously, taking a swift bite at Takao's lower lip, drawing a few drops of blood.

Takao tried to inch as far away from his boyfriend as the car permitted. "I-it's not what you think, Touji, I swear. I-it was a long time ago, I'm with you now!" he tried to rack his brain for something that would satisfy the powerful businessman, but he couldn't come up with anything. That he was this angry even though six months had passed since that one particular incident was a sign that nothing Takao could do or say would change his fate

"Oh, is that so? You never got your slutty hole pounded by that giant? I bet he's got a big one, that's how your ass-cunt got so loose."

Takao was gasping for breath; tears had started to trickle the corners of his eyes.

"I think I know what happened. I bet that guy caught you drooling for his big cock in the shower rooms. No, wait, I bet you begged him for it and he was so grossed out by your sluttiness he decided to teach you a lesson, huh? He fed you lies of love and you swallowed them all because you're so stupid and gullible. He took advantage of your stupidity so he could taste your sweet slutty hole and then he threw you aside. A nice rich boy like him could never degrade himself for a cock-loving whore like you."

He was jumping out of the car. He would jump out of the car, even if it killed him. It was better than listening to all of this.

"N-n-no! T-th-that's n-n-ot what…"

It wasn't true. He didn't know, he'd never understand. Shin-chan would never do that, not even to someone he hated. Because Shin-chan's love had always been pure and honest, warm and gentle. Shin-chan would never hurt him or call him any of those names.

When he finally managed to push the car door open, he realized the vehicle was no longer moving. He fell on the concrete and looked up, realizing they were in front of his apartment complex, but when he tried to stand up and make a run for it, Toujiro pulled him back into the car and locked all doors. He was trapped.

"Trying to run away, my dear Kazu? I can't let you do that, can I? What kind of boyfriend would I be if I just left you unpunished? I have to teach you a lesson. I'll make it so my dick is imprinted in all your slutty holes. That should get you to stop thinking about any other guy." He was soon pinned against the door; one of Toujiro's hands was grabbing him by the hair while the other was occupied loosening his pants. "You understand why I do this, don't you? My boyfriend is going to be spending so much time with another guy, I have to take some precautions."

The thought of pleading for forgiveness crossed his mind, but he knew this was already past any salvation. He tried to pull away, but Toujiro was taller and stronger than him. Tears were streaming down his face and he was paralyzed with terror.

"No, please! Please, please, don't do this! You don't have to do it, please! Please stop!"

His cries and screams went unheard in the dead of the night.

To be continued

I won't say much because this was a difficult chapter to write, and I imagine it's as difficult to read. Originally, these first three chapters were part of one long prologue to get to know where each of them is standing now, how they meet again and the fallout from that meeting, but I thought of breaking it into three to have a pause in between each moment and mark the changes in tone.

Next chapter will be up in two weeks, I hope to hear your opinions 'til then. The game I offered at the end of the prologue is still on, btw, if anyone's interested. Thanks for reading and for all the comments and favs.