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Here's the 4th chapter!
I'm so sorry it took so long!
This chapter is focused mainly of Arakita and Shinkai, and a bit of what Arakita thinks.
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Inspired by Choco Strawberry Vanilla by Psyche Delico!
Warning:BoyxBoy and Lemon. Also, Arakita's colorful language.
Disclaimer:For the characters' joy, I don't own them or this manga/anime. The original story belongs to Watanabe Wataru.
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"Ahh- Nngh!"
Arakita's whole body shook as he climaxed.
His face, his stomach and his insides, now a wet, white mess.
Arakita coughed a bit as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
"Idiot Shinkai, what if it got in my eyes?" scolded the ace-assistant as he still panted hard.
"Sorry sorry, I couldn't hold back." apologetically smiled the red-head.
To which Arakita clicked his tongue in reply, while still trying to catch his breath.
"Nnnh." Arakita couldn't help let a small moan escape as Fukutomi slowly pulled out.
As he did, a small thread of semen followed him.
At first they started by using condoms, but halfway, Fukutomi requested to do him raw, and of course, there was no way Arakita would refuse a request from his beloved Fuku-chan.
Sure, like this it would be harder on him, but if he took care of it properly, there would be no problem.
If a bit of extra cleaning was the price to pay for seeing a satisfied Fuku-chan, Arakita was more than willing to pay it.
"Arakita," called out the captain, "are you going to take a shower?"
"Aaahh…" started the ace-assistant, "yeah, but later. Let me rest a bit for now."
"Understood." nodded the blonde boy as he got off of the bed, "Then I'll go first."
After saying so, he grabbed his things and disappeared behind the bathroom door.
Arakita sat up and grabbed the tissue-box that was laying on the floor.
He pulled a few out and started to wipe his body. First he started with the face, since his hand earlier didn't help much. Then he continued with his chest and stomach, which was all mostly his doing. Lastly, he did his best to clean inside, although what he did now wasn't much, it was still better than leaving it like that until he got in the shower. If he left it as it was, it would break his stomach.
When he was done he threw all the accumulated tissues into the trash-bin that was strategically positioned near the bed.
"Water?" proposed Shinkai as he held a bottle out for Arakita.
"Yeah." replied the boy as he took it.
Sometimes Fukutomi would go off on his own and leave the two of them alone, unaware that when he left, especially after sex, the atmosphere would be incredibly awkward.
Truth was, the two of them got fairly along. But that was…before this whole thing happened.
Among the four third years of their club they got along quite well, enough to hang out sometimes, just the two of them.
However now things between them changed quite drastically. Without Fukutomi, it was as if they had no reason to be together.
They tried their best to behave as normally as possible, but both changed their views about the other.
Arakita now saw Shinkai as an unwanted but inseparable extra that came with Fukutomi. No matter how hard he tried not to reject the other, he still couldn't get to think of him as his lover, and to love him.
Shinkai on the other hand, treated Arakita with a bit of distrust. He knew that the black-haired boy loved his childhood friend, and that he also learnt to accept their twisted relationship to a certain degree, but he couldn't help but fear that someday things would take a bad turn and things between them will end. And the one who will be hurt the most will be, once again, Fukutomi.
"Say Shinkai…" started off Arakita as he closed the bottle he just finished drinking form.
"How long have you and Fuku-chan been doing this?"
Shinkai's big blue eyes widened at that. He expected that this topic would come up sooner or later but he didn't think that it would be now.
"Well…" he scratched his chin as he went through his memory, "I wonder when…"
"Haaa? Don't fuck with me, Shinkai!" scolded the lone wolf, thirsting for an answer.
"No, well…as long as I remember, we've always done this." smiled apologetically the red-head.
That answer seemed to be satisfying enough for Arakita. "Some time ago you said that the two of you liked to share things. So you do it too?"
"Aah…that." remembered Shinkai as he scratched his nape awkwardly, "I did. I mean, Juichi started it, so I also wanted to reciprocate, but he doesn't seem that happy about it. Well, not as happy as when he's the one doing the sharing."
Arakita's eyes wandered to the door that lead to the bathroom.
"…Why?"
"Well…" the red-head followed the other's gaze and saw where it lead, "I think that everyone has a certain behavior about the things they love. There are two choices: you want to show the others, you want to keep it to yourself. We all think either one or the other. If one likes something, one is bound to share or hide it, it depends on the person. And in Juichi's case, his idea of sharing is just a bit off the norm. To me it's strange but normal at the same time."
Arakita turned his head, now his black sharp eyes stared into Shinkai's big blue droopy ones.
"Then, why are you doing this?"
His eyes looked at him as if he felt…pity.
"About that…" Shinkai usually easy-going smile turned into a wry, bitter one. "Because Juichi is happiest when I accept what he gives me. If I can make him happy, I'm fine with him deciding what I should like."
Arakita furrowed his browns at that.
Shinkai picked up the silent question that he was asked «But those are not my things…right?»
"You know Yasutomo, I think I can love what Juichi gives me because they are his. If they are not his, then I don't feel the need to love them too."
Arakita's face went form confused to surprised to disgusted.
Shinkai could do nothing but faintly smile at such reaction. He knew those eyes all too well by now.
As he looked into those sharp dark eyes, he was reminded of the eyes of the previous girls.
Even tough Shinkai was used to it, it didn't mean that it hurt any less.
"That's sick, you weirdo." Arakita words pierced like blades.
"Well…" as he continued, Shinkai closed his eyes to brace himself for another hit.
"Whatever."
…
"Eh...?"
The sprinter immediately lifted his head and blinked a few times in confusion.
"I'm saying, who cares. You can do or be whatever you want, I don't care. The one I like is Fuku-chan. If you feel like getting your fat ass out of my way, it'd be nice. But you know Shinkai, I don't give two shits about you. The one that matters to me is Fuku-chan, just Fuku-chan only Fuku-chan."
After Arakita proudly announced his immense love for Fukutomi, Shinkai froze in place, too surprised by what the other said.
But then he bursted into a racing fit of laugher. Voice loud as he cried and held his stomach.
"What the fuck?" commented unimpressed the lone-wolf.
Right then the door of the bathroom opened, revealing a still damp Fukutomi.
"What's going on? Why is Shinkai laughing?" asked the captain a bit confused at finding one of his teammates on the verge of dying for laughing too much.
"Beats me." was Arakita's answer as he raised his shoulders.
As Arakita got off the bed, Fukutomi instructed him about towels and clothes.
After the wolf closed the door after himself, Fukutomi turned to Shinkai to question him about his strange behavior.
"Well?"
"No you see…" said the sprinter as he still chuckled "it's just that Yasutomo was telling me how much he liked you."
"I see." nodded in understanding the captain, "What is funny about that?"
Shinkai shook his head as he replied, "No, not that. I laughed because I'm happy to see how much he loves you."
«Yasutomo…please keep loving Juichi the most, please don't betray him…please be the right one.»
As Arakita stood under the shower and let the water soak him, he bit bitterly at his lower lip.
"Damn it!"
As he cursed he slammed his left fit against the wall.
He felt that his whole body was on fire, and at the same time, he felt cold. His skin felt like it was burning, yet his chest felt empty and frozen.
He roughly grabbed the handle and turned the water to cold, all the way to its maximum.
He knew that he shouldn't do it, he knew that Fukutomi would get angry at him if because of this he'd catch a cold and couldn't take part in the training… but right now he needed to cool off his head, and the thing closest to helping him doing so was freezing cold water.
Stressed and irritated, he started to vigorously rub his right eye.
After the talk he had with Shinkai, he felt helpless, defeated and… empty.
He knew more or less what their relationship was like, and how they regarded one another. He knew…
Yet… he didn't expect that the bare truth would hurt so much.
He wasn't actually hoping to convince the other two to put an end to their twisted relationship and habits. He knew that from the very start that if he wanted one he had to accept the other as well.
Fukutomi loved Arakita, but Shinkai came fist for him. He's ready to throw away anyone, if his childhood-friend was involved.
There was no way that Arakita could win against Shinkai, and the wolf knew it better than anyone.
What shook him so much was seeing the other side of the medal.
Being faced with what Shinkai really thought, his feelings about this matter.
He thought it was more of a one-sided relationship between the two friends. He didn't expect Shinkai to hold any deep feelings for the captain.
Fukutomi would give his everything, the things he loved most, to Shinkai.
Shinkai'd gladly give up his most precious things for Fukutomi's sake.
The love they felt for each other was too deep for Arakita to even barge in.
And what hurt Arakita the most was that the relationship between those two wasn't even a romantic one. They cared for each other to that point, but they aren't even lovers.
«Then… just what the hell am I…»
Arakita bit down hard on his thin lips.
His tongue felt numb and all he could feel in his mouth right now was a prickly bitterness.
He felt humiliated and betrayed… As if everything he did until now, as if his whole existence, for the two of them, was meaningless.
A toy, a pastime… something the other two used as an excuse to be together.
His fit clenched hard enough for him to feel his nails dig into his skin.
Then as his eyes slowly closed tiredly, both of his hands fell to his sides. His head handing down as he let the cold water fall upon him.
"Damn it…"
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