令人难以忍受的是五郎对阿基拉的憎恨。也许如果事情对他来说并不总是那么他妈的容易 ，那可能还好。 但其他人整天都在做 Akira 想做的任何事情。

没人在乎五郎想要什么，但没关系，随便什么。 他不是那么他妈的小气，以至于他无法忍受脸上被刺痛，在各个方面都比他好。

（那他妈的谎言，Akira Kurusu 可能会死在火里。

但 Goro 真正不能原谅的是什么呢？那是因为 Akira 敢同情他。因为 Goro 和他妈妈一直都太有毒了，任何好人如果没有东西来保持手部清洁，就不能触摸。

没有一种很好的方式来谈论他妈妈必须做些什么才能把食物放在餐桌上。好。

但是你看，就那些对他不屑一顾的人而言，他妈妈在他的名单上名列前茅。与此同时，PTA 的 Setsuko-san 和她假装的关心，就在迷你超市的炸鸡排上了，因为它们过了保质期，而且便宜到足以让 Akechis 负担得起。

老实说，反正 Goro 对交朋友并不感兴趣。如果“”这个词从另一个孩子的嘴里说出来，他会热情地用指关节劈开他们的脸，所以他的友谊往往不会有很长的保质期。

或者至少，直到 Akira 他妈的 Kurusu 决定继续将自己插入与他无关的情况中，友谊才持续下去。

这就是 Akira 的事情。他很叛逆。  他没有按照别人的吩咐去做。 因此，当他看到 Akechi 家族名声的真正核污水时，他可能在想， 哦，天哪，我为什么不把手伸进去，感染所有 78 种癌症呢？

五郎本可以愉快地生活下去，沉浸在他对每一个活着的人的愤怒蔑视中，但阿基拉卷入其中，然后突然间，五郎的平静生活结束了。

然后 Goro 有一个克星。

无论发生什么，无论事情变得多么艰难，他都紧紧抓住对自己的一个承诺，瞪着 Akira 的后脑勺。

  我会毁了你。

五郎一直等到高中毕业，然后转向阿基拉说：“我有个忙要请。

Akira 对 Goro（现在比他高一英寸）露出笑容。“任何东西。”

五郎小心翼翼地隐藏着一个恶毒的笑容。

是时候摧毁他的克星了。

“让自己像家一样。”Akira 已经把他的夹克耸了耸肩。他的包不见了，落在了他房间的地板上。他微微地跳了起来，试图脱掉他的一只袜子，但没什么成功。

有没有没有被猫毛覆盖的表面？ Goro 没有太大希望地想知道。

“如果你愿意，你可以坐在床上——”

五郎认为阿基拉的桌子是他的选择中最不可怕的。

当他转过身来时，Akira 正在他的肩膀上邪恶地笑着。那件夹克像醉酒表演者的羽毛蟒一样挂在他的肘部，跳了几英寸。他朝五郎摇了摇眉毛。

“别担心，亲爱的。今天大家都出去了。你不必担心声音太大。

天哪，Goro 想。 他呻吟着。 Akira 咯咯笑着。

“你只是让它变得太容易了。”

“你是不可救药的，”五郎咕哝道。“而且我不是那个大声喧哗的人。”

阿基拉窃笑。“上次我在国际象棋上打败你的时候，你他妈的尖叫得那么大声，以至于——”

五郎推了他一把。因此，Akira 陷入了试图脱掉多件衣服的困境，而没有做任何像用手这样平凡的事情，Akira 大喊一声，倒在了墙上。

“是的，好吧，闭嘴，”五郎说。他戴着面具。如果你是一个的私生子，想寻求高等教育并渴望在服务行业之外工作，那么你最终必须戴上这种面具。能力不会让 Goro 在生活中取得任何成就。当他还是人类垃圾的时候就不行了。

然而，被喜欢打开了各种各样的大门。

他的面具往往会在阿基拉身上滑落。可能是因为 Akira 是这个星球上最烦人的人。阿基拉终于扔掉了他的外套，瘫倒在床上，继续像个白痴一样咧嘴笑。

  讨厌。

“ 什么 ？” 五郎问道。

“很高兴你在这里，”Akira 说，当 Goro 徘徊得越来越近时，他把头向后仰以保持眼神交流。“你永远不想过来。”

五郎的嘴唇几乎要卷曲。他反而给了阿基拉最甜美的微笑。

“也许我想在永远离开之前最后看一眼这个地方。”

Akira 的笑容变得迟钝。“别提醒我，”他说，头向后仰，盯着天花板。“…没有你，会很寂寞。

“别这么说，”五郎爽朗地说。“你应该祝贺我考上这么好的学校。你知道的，东大的法律课程是全国最好的。我正在转向更大更好的事情。

歌词大意： 你永远不会进去， 五郎恶狠狠地想着。 这次试着跟我走吧。  我的成绩更好了，我也亲了好多才来到这里。  哦等等，我忘了——等 我和你说完之后，你甚至都不敢再想和我亲近了。

阿基拉叹了口气。他带着葬礼挽歌的热情，翻开了一只手。

  “好吧。祝贺你。

五郎窃笑。Akira 的眼睛皱了起来。然后他踢了五郎的小腿。

“别再隐约约了，你这个怪人。”

于是 Goro 在 Akira 旁边的床上安排了自己。当他们的目光再次相遇时，他的肚子在期待中翻动。

他的克星确实有最多的......非常强烈的目光。

“你有个忙要问我，对吧？”阿基拉提示道。“去吧。”

  “有人急切。”

“没办法。”阿基拉瞥了五郎一眼。“你从不要求任何东西。这就像拔牙试图为你做任何事情，永远。

我敢打赌你讨厌那个， 五郎想。 我敢打赌，如果我不会让你把你的优越性放在我之上，我永远不会、永远需要你或你那把愚蠢的额外伞，那会杀了你。

“我就是不相信依赖别人的慈善。”

“我猜这将是一件大事，”Akira 说。“让你真的问。”

五郎把头靠在他的手上，研究着阿基拉，笑容就像他从十三岁起就对着镜子练习的特别迷人的方式。

“你知道我要问什么吗？”

阿基拉耸耸肩。五郎眯起了眼睛。嗯。在这种时候，Akira 的脸上从来没有表现出任何表情。

嗯，没关系。五郎送给自己的小小毕业礼物是彻底击败他的对手，他会觉得自己高人一等，直到时间的尽头。Akira 不会猜到这一点。

“反正没关系，”Akira 说。“只是不要让我再联系你，因为我们都知道这不会发生。”

五郎笑了。“阿基拉。别再联系我了，好吗？

  “从来没有。”

五郎让自己慢慢地进入了阿基拉的个人空间。他们之间的距离开始瓦解。“你说这种话很麻烦，”他喃喃自语，语气压低了，既是威胁，又是俏皮的戏弄。“你会陷入谎言的，阿基拉。”

“我没有在狗屎上撒谎，”Akira 固执地说。当他意识到五郎离他有多近时，他眨了眨眼。五郎笑得更灿烂了。

“你不能陪着我，因为我要离开你了，”五郎甜美地喃喃自语。“那你就是个骗子。”

“你低估了我的固执。”

“哦......？”Goro 让他的手指轻轻滑过 Akira 的手指关节。阿基拉的眼睛飞快地瞪着，他茫然地盯着。五郎的手囚禁了他的手。他们的肩膀擦过，距离已经用完了。五郎感觉到阿基拉卷发的微弱幽灵，他的脸颊与自己的脸颊相映成趣。Akira 的头低垂着，隐藏了他的表情。

Goro 轻轻地捏了捏他抓住的手。“这听起来像是一个挑战。”

他听到阿基拉吸了一口气。“…这次不是。

Goro 戴着手套的手指夹在他的下巴下。“阿基拉。”

“你说你想要帮个忙，”Akira 说。“开始问吧。”

五郎终于把他们的嘴巴压在一起。他吞噬了 Akira 受惊的小吱吱声。

这是棘手的部分。Goro 在理论上知道该怎么做，但在实践中，没有人值得他花时间。也就是说，五郎缺乏......经验。在肉体的事上。

但！他母亲工作的妓院的女孩们很高兴与可爱的小 Gocchan 分享她们所知道的，Gocchan 帮助赶走了粗暴的顾客，并为每个人做账。

Akira 可能已经亲吻了数百人，但他们一文不值，所以 Goro 现在要把他活活吃掉。

慢慢来。 他需要 Akira 迷失在嘴唇的感觉中。 他需要 Akira 融化成感觉。

哦，要是他的那群马屁精现在能看到他就好了。阿基拉在他的手里颤抖着，当五郎轻轻地吻他时，呼吸变得颤抖，让每一小小的嘴唇擦过都持续下去。五郎慢慢加深了这种接触，当阿基拉敢把他拉得更近时，五郎也跟着这个指导，直到他的嘴巴被阿基拉的嘴压住了。

而稻叶的金童阿基拉 ，让他去了。  总是把每个人都放在手心的阿基拉，当五郎搂住他的后颈，温柔地吮吸着阿基拉的下唇时 ，他呜咽着。 每个人都想要的 Akira 让 Goro 舔进他的嘴里，然后把他放到自己的背上，然后他似乎意识到自己处于危险之中。

“等等，”他对五郎喘着粗气，瞳孔放大，嘴巴发红——五郎不假思索地咬了一口，阿基拉在他身下弓起身来，喘着粗气。“哦，我的上帝——等一下，五郎，等一下，等一下，就好。我们在这里做什么？他试图对五郎微笑，一如既往地居高临下。不错的尝试。五郎已经占了上风。

五郎亲吻了他的嘴角，阿基拉的脚趾发抖。

阿基拉上气不接下气地说：“跟我说话，好吗？

“啊，”五郎低头笑了笑。看到 Akira 躺在他身下，他感到非常愉快。他的对手看起来像个荡妇。“没错。我的恩惠。他移动着，仿佛要从阿基拉身上滚下来——令他高兴的是，阿基拉抓住了五郎，让他保持在原地。

但 Goro 哪儿也去不了。 他低头笑了笑。 Akira 睁大了眼睛，而 Goro 的移动刚好将他的手掌夹在 Akira 的两腿之间。

“在我永远离开这个地方之前，”五郎刻薄地说，也非常享受这些话让阿基拉畏缩的样子，“我想要你。你会给我这个的，不是吗，阿基拉？

他把手的后跟往下放。Akira 破烂的喘息震耳欲聋。五郎听到他从桌子上踢了个东西，然后砸在了地板上。他们都无视了它。

阿基拉的声音颤抖着。“操。G-Goro......！阿基拉开始快速眨眼，就像他快要昏倒一样。“你不能就——我们需要——”

五郎又吻了他，这个吻轻柔地与他的手掌后跟现在摩擦着阿基拉的阴茎的地方形成了鲜明的对比，只是有点太用力和刻薄了。它在他的裤子里热情地膨胀。对 Akira 来说真是太尴尬了。“ 什么 ，不是吗？” 他咕咕叫着，把阿基拉的一绺柔滑的头发往后掖。 “你明白吗？ 你应该小心你的那些暗示性的陈述。

Akira 开始说别的话，但 Goro 让他沉默了。这个吻的凶猛将 Akira 拖上了床，即使 Goro 将他抱在嘴里，直到他嘴里饥饿。Akira 用拳头捶打床单，然后直接抓着 Goro 的背，而 Goro 解开了他的腰带，把手滑进了 Akira 的裤子里。Akira 哽咽的呻吟会在家里看色情片。没有人会相信完美的 Akira Kurusu 会发出如此绝望、尴尬的声音。

妈的，这本来会太好了。

五郎没有犹豫，只是干涩而快速地抚摸着 Akira。他陶醉在阿基拉痛苦的小呻吟中，他的臀部抽搐着，就像他不知道自己是想拉开还是推开一样。

“润滑油。我的旁桌，我——”

“别傻了，”五郎咕哝道。“你有更好的东西。敞开心扉。当 Akira 抬起头时，他用手指敲打着 Akira 肿胀的下唇，每次 Goro 抚摸他时都会使劲。他的脸在五郎抽插他的鸡巴时涨红了。

最终，五郎不知道是阿基拉决定服从，还是张大嘴巴喘气。不管怎样，Goro 的手指滑了进去，手套和所有东西都滑了进去。

“吸，”五郎愉快地命令道。

他在 Akira 的舌头上摩擦。阿基拉呜咽着，脸在服从时扭曲起来，吮吸着廉价的布料。五郎看到他如此努力的样子，微微一笑。可怜。Akira 通常什么都擅长。看到他真的尝试就像什么天文上罕见的天体事件。当然，五郎必须为后代见证这一切。

他把他们推得更深，让阿基拉咳嗽和噼里啪啦，惊慌失措地抓住他。

  哦，好吧。

他的手指缓缓露出，滴着唾液。啊，你看，它们是多么闪闪发光——完美地让 Akira 在那儿折磨他的鸡巴时舒服一点。

所以很明显，Goro 只是又一次将它们塞进他的嘴里，然后又一次 ，在 Akira 扭动和颤抖时粗暴地推搡着他的嘴，发出越来越绝望的声音。 每次 Goro 将它们重新插入时，Akira 都会闭上眼睛。 而 Goro 只是不停地抽干他的鸡巴，发出折磨。

从字面上看，有人可能用枪指着他。他仍然无法抑制脸上的笑容。

他甚至能感觉到阿基拉在颤抖。完美，自大的 Akira，像树叶一样颤抖，因为他的鸡巴无法承受它的干燥。伤害他的感觉很好，看到 Akira 用震惊的黑眼睛盯着他感觉很好，因为他仍然太喜欢它了，无法反抗。五郎几乎是神，挥舞着他的手进行光荣的复仇。

看看他那么努力。如此不顾一切地希望他的鸡巴感觉良好，并且完全任由别人摆布。这很适合他。他很幸运，五郎根本不会让他射精。

五郎终于把他们拉了出来，主要只是为了听到阿基拉的呼吸急促，向他伸出了他邋遢的手。“也舔舔手掌，”五郎咕哝道。“你想要它又好又湿，不是吗？”而且，Akira 仍然因折磨而喘不过气来，他用鼻子舔着他的手，伸出了舌头。“就是这样。就像一条狗一样，“五郎喃喃自语，高兴，终于放开了阿基拉的鸡巴。

他把手伸到阿基拉颤抖的双腿之间。他紧紧地把他的鸡巴攥住了，从阿基拉的嘴里滑出来又好又邋遢。

阿基拉把头往后仰，呼吸急促而急促，眼睛几乎在他的头骨后部翻了起来。五郎不得不将另一只手放在阿基拉的胸口，以防止他把五郎踢开。 现在他正在抽打。

谁知道完美的 Akira 居然在床上如此绝望？当 Goro 再次用他的嘴猛烈地撞上 Akira 的嘴时，他的口水流得令人作呕，但不知何故，它让 Goro 更加兴奋。Akira 现在真是一团糟 。 如此尴尬地搞砸了。

在五郎的嘴里呻吟，摇晃着他的臀部，用那双强壮而稳定的手抓住五郎的肩膀。人们觉得 Akira Kurusu 拯救了他。 他们紧紧抓住这双手。

这一次，他是在乞求五郎帮助他。

“要——”阿基拉喘着粗气，瞬间从五郎现在大快朵颐的方式中挣脱出来。“我要去，我是 cu——”

如果他认为 Goro 会让他翻身拿一些纸巾，那他还有另一件事要来。当 Akira 的呜呜声高亢而明确时，Goro 向后倾斜，瞄准了 Akira 的阴茎，恶狠狠地抽搐着。白色从尖端喷出。阿基拉喷满了他的制服前襟，大声喊叫时张大了嘴巴。

  “吾罗！”

哦，操。五郎的名字，在那种语气中，伴随着不知所措的啜泣——他看着阿基拉用精液沾染了自己的制服。

当 Akira 把事情搞得一团糟，在狂野的喘息中喘不过气来时，他立即伸手去抓 Goro。五郎无视了这个。他不能弄脏自己的制服，现在他不是吗？他不像某些人那样令人尴尬。

相反，五郎俯下身来，用一只沾满唾液和精液的手轻轻抚摸他的头发。他的另一只手滑过 Akira 的躯干，将精液擦进 Akira 制服的面料上。以后让它涂抹在 Goro 上是不行的。他确保把所有东西都擦进去，知道它会弄脏，知道 Akira 永远无法及时清洗。低年级学生下周还有学校活动。那对他来说会是一次有趣的小冒险，嗯？

阿基拉的眼皮颤动着，气喘吁吁，脸上通红，抬头瞥了一眼五郎。他研究了他，因为显然五郎还没有让他自己变得足够愚蠢。

就这样-Akira 以一种像滑入热水澡一样温暖和安慰的东西与他的目光相遇。

所以五郎俯下身来用他的嘴捂住了阿基拉的嘴，然后那个令人愤怒的知道的眼神促使五郎谋杀了他。

阿基拉呜咽着，颤抖得更厉害了，但很快就蜷缩进了五郎的怀里。五郎将舌头伸进了阿基拉的嘴里。Akira 不会再马虎了。他也用自己的鸡巴推挤——坚硬而紧绷的制服裤子里绷紧——在阿基拉的大腿上磨蹭。Akira 的嘴巴喘着粗气，呼吸颤抖。

五郎向后靠，几乎对他咕噜咕噜地说道：“我也是，阿基拉。下次你会让我感觉良好吗？

Akira 只是看起来目瞪口呆。“ 五郎 。 认真地。 我们在做什么？

“我相信我说得很清楚，”五郎咆哮着回应，扬起了一道眉毛。“我他妈想要的就干什么。”

他把它们翻过来，拽着阿基拉的头发，让阿基拉大喊大叫，然后当五郎再次抓住他的嘴时，他浑身发抖，仍然拉扯着那些浓密有光泽的卷发，但更温柔。这一次，是为了刺激。Akira 惊掉下巴的样子告诉他他发现了一些可以利用的东西。

五郎再次先后退，拒绝让阿基拉追逐他的嘴。他得意地笑着。“因为这是我的毕业礼物......嗯。你来吹我怎么样？

阿基拉睁大了眼睛，吓了一跳。

五郎的语气又变甜了。“我要你跪下，”他对着地板点点头。“我想看到你张开嘴开始吮吸我的鸡巴。”

阿基拉再次向他快速眨了眨眼，表情略显惊慌，可能是因为他无法想象自己不是那个被吸吮鸡巴的人。那只是典型的。但这并不像 Goro 在问。

阿基拉用力咽了口口水。“吾郎，我......”他的眼睛飞快地移开，五郎不能这样。他抓住阿基拉的下巴，将他向上倾斜以迎上五郎的目光。

“让我说清楚，”五郎冷冷地说。“我要射在你的嘴里，Akira。或者我要起身走出那扇门，我就回不来了。

Akira 难以置信地笑了起来。五郎回以微笑，扬起了眉毛。

  井？

问题很简单，就是 Akira 是想现在就这样做，还是花了几个月的时间为 Goro 先给他锦上添花。

…但选择错误意味着 Goro 将不得不推迟彻底摧毁他的计划。

“就一次，”他说，语气稍微缓和了一点。“我不会再问了。你知道这样做没有错，对吧？吮吸鸡巴没什么错。

这并不是因为你会跪下来，按照你的指示去做，而我却获得了对你的绝对权力。看着你被它窒息。

“当然没什么问题，”阿基拉咕哝着，喉咙里冒出某种介于呻吟和笑声之间的声音。“但是 Goro，我们真的需要......”这演变成听不见的抱怨。

五郎甜甜地笑了。“求求你了，阿基拉？”

他不止一次看到阿基拉因为被人叫求你而做出绝对愚蠢的事。 五郎一直拒绝吞下他的骄傲，乞求这个。 直到现在。

对阿基拉来说，这一定就像一种药物，他吸气和颤抖的方式。他的头低了下来，砰的一声落在了五郎的肩膀上。五郎把他掂得更近了。他能感觉到阿基拉微微地点了点头。他的心跳在 Goro 的手下跳动。

“好的。是的——我会的。我想我确实说过我会做任何事情。

好孩子 五郎想。 他把手滑过阿基拉的背。 如此强壮的背部，肌肉发达，宽阔。 专为保护而生。

“趴在地板上，”五郎用轻柔的声音指示道。“跪在我的两腿之间。”阿基拉剧烈地颤抖着，但随后他开始展开，从眼睛滑下来，凝视着五郎，仿佛这是一个挑战。只是他们之间的另一次竞争，是吧？

但是哦，这次 Goro 无疑处于领先地位。他无法忍受阿基拉看着他的样子，但他喜欢看到阿基拉跪下来服侍。

五郎突然充满了仁慈，递给阿基拉一个枕头。“把它放在你的膝盖下。”Akira 的手在接过它时颤抖着。五郎这辈子从来没有这么兴奋过。 “张开你的嘴。”

阿基拉先用手背擦了擦嘴。他脸红了一点。难道他没有意识到自己流了多少口水吗？

是的，没错。你是个令人尴尬的荡妇，不是吗？像狗一样流口水。当我完成时，你会意识到你只是垃圾。

五郎等待着他的眼睛再次注视着他。然后他移动到床边，臀部向前倾斜。他看着阿基拉大口大口地喝着。“解开我的拉链。”

“好的，”阿基拉低声说，把头靠在五郎的大腿上。一个温暖、接地气的重量。电流沿着 Goro 的脊椎向上。

“我不想让你闭上嘴。”阿基拉用无助的大眼睛抬头看着他，仿佛那对他来说太复杂了，无法理解。当他再次张开时，Goro 的手指滑了进去。他玩弄着阿基拉的舌头，当唾液开始滴出时，他拒绝让他的嘴巴闭上。

  “嗯——嗯？”

“快点，”五郎得意地笑着建议道。“你漏水了。”

随着一声破烂的呻吟，Akira 急忙把裤子脱下来，Goro 的鸡巴啪啪作响。Akira 发出一声微小的声音，无法辨认。他紧张吗？吓倒？五郎并不小。阿基拉应该知道，从他们一起去洗澡的时候开始，但是啊，现在它就在他眼前若隐若现，情况有什么不同吗？他听起来喘不过气来。

五郎的笑容扩大了。他真的、真的怀疑 Akira 以前有没有吮吸过鸡巴。每个人都忙着讨好他，无暇顾及他那张令人讨厌的嘴。

那张漂亮漂亮的嘴......五郎想把事情搞砸。

五郎把手指滑了出来。暂时无视了 Akira 在他的鸡巴上喘着粗气，Goro 把手伸进了他的口袋。Akira 的眼睛锁定在他展开的避孕套上，覆盖在他的鸡巴上。他看起来目瞪口呆，就像他甚至忘记了这些的存在一样。

  白痴。

  “咕噜咕噜......”

“现在把它弄湿，”他哄骗道。“你不想让我感到不舒服，对吧？”

Akira 为此狠狠地瞪了他一眼，这让 Goro 大声窃笑。一秒钟后，他用一只手捂住了嘴巴，以阻止阿基拉在他的大腿上亲吻时的声音。

然后他俯身开始舔他的鸡巴。

他真的非常......他的舌头急切。

这是很好的表达方式。实际上，Akira 在他身上流口水，就像他必须品尝每一寸一样。他一直舔到五郎的蛋蛋，一边呜咽一边，直到这时他才开始抚摸。五郎高兴地叹了口气。Akira 的手是......老实说，太棒了。

太完美了。甚至比这更好;他很有才华 。 有话要说，Akira 大概已经给了足够的手淫来做到这一点，但 Goro 发现自己在 Akira 抽动他的阴茎时甚至难以吸出一口气。 他用如此小心翼翼、熔化的眼睛凝视着五郎。 五郎不知道他是否应该生气，因为 Akira 甚至不费吹灰之力就能够为他提供如此出色的服务。

当 Goro 尝试时，他不得不为此流汗。他拒绝考虑 Akira 所做的任何事情，看起来如此可爱和柔软， 尝试着。

“好吗？”Akira 问道，他自己听起来完全喘不过气来。当五郎再次睁开眼睛时，阿基拉靠了过来，仍然在研究他。他用舌头在尖端上旋转，同时他的手继续抽动的其余部分。

我恨你 五郎想着，胸口一声呻吟。 这个混蛋真的敢让五郎感觉那么好吗？ 他以为他必须这样做，然后看着五郎分崩离析？ 去他妈的。

“你的嘴，”五郎咬牙切齿地说。“我要求口交，而不是打手枪。把你他妈的嘴给我，阿基拉。 他抓住了一把阿基拉的头发，紧紧地贴在他的头皮上，看着阿基拉的眼睛向后翻，五郎用力地把他拉到他的阴茎上，把尖端压在阿基拉的舌头上。 “现在吸，”他命令道，随着一声甜美的顺从声，Akira 的嘴唇包裹住了它，他服从了。

  终于 。

五郎花了一点时间只是颤抖着，沉浸在他的胜利中。Goro 的第一次口交感觉就像再次战胜了困难。这是在他的职位上。这超出了他的范围。拥有无限潜力和惊人未来的富家漂亮男孩不会像 Goro Akechi 那样被扔进垃圾桶。

直到他们他妈的这样做了。

他抚摸着阿基拉的头发，被他柔软的卷发惊呆了。“像这样，”他低吟着，施加压力，直到 Akira 的嘴滑下他的。感觉真好，五郎又想呻吟了。他对自己毫不留情，一寸一寸地喂养着阿基拉，一直到五郎颤抖，阿基拉发出一声细小的抗议声——它刚刚到达了他的喉咙。

右。五郎会假装绅士多一会儿。粗重的呼吸，拒绝发出任何虚弱的声音，Goro 把它滑了回来。Akira 的呻吟声随着他的阴茎震动。过了一会儿，他只是屏住呼吸，咬紧牙关。他让 Akira 吮吸了一会儿鸡巴头，直到他能说话。

“进进出出。你不必紧紧地吸吮。想想看，我还在用你的手。

Akira 的回答太过含糊不清，语气茫然。不过，他开始摇头晃脑。 美妙。  至少他可以听从指示——

  他妈的。

毕竟，五郎还是呻吟了一声，他的臀部微微颤抖，无助地让阿基拉适应了不公平的良好节奏，嘴唇和舌头像他珍藏的东西一样抚摸着五郎。Goro 的哭声也让 Akira 呻吟起来，他的手主动进入了 Goro 的两腿之间。他深情地抚摸着五郎颤抖的大腿，来回抚摸着，在阿基拉工作时哄骗它们安定下来。

客观地说，Akira 嘴里叼着鸡巴比 Goro 的腿颤抖更尴尬。是的。所以不管怎样，他让 Akira 来做。

哦，他能理解为什么人们这么在这件事上大做文章。为了阿基拉——为了阿基拉， 他的阿基拉， 竟然这样做，降低自己，为五郎的快乐服务——

哦，五郎多么渴望这个。

“嗯，那感觉真好，”五郎低声呻吟着，用他的微笑与阿基拉水汪汪的目光相遇，勇敢地拒绝让它动摇。“谢谢你。这很可爱。

Akira 呜咽着。五郎咯咯地笑着，狠狠地扯了扯阿基拉的头发。在他的上振动的呻吟完全令人满意。

“但也许你更喜欢这种赞美——？”他拉扯，然后扭动 ，直到 Akira 的呼吸在他的腹股沟处急促地喘息，Akira 的眼睛变得模糊。 “嗯。 也许我们可以达成协议。 不过，如果你甚至想咬人，你就死定了。 又一次猛拉。 Akira 的背部拱起直到它弹出，然后他直接跳回 Goro 的鸡巴上，在他来回工作时不断地喘息。

看看他。就好像他的脑子里没有自己的想法一样。完美的 Akira 变成了一个完美的鸡巴。哦，所有那些认为他如此高大威猛的女孩们，如果知道阿基拉更喜欢跪在他的膝盖上，被利用，他们会非常失望 ——

五郎低下头笑了笑，将手臂撑在膝盖上，看着他。“你真的很喜欢我，不是吗？”Akira 的眼睛眨向他。Goro 感觉到他的目光像一道闪电，Akira 窒息了。Goro 的臀部向前跃起，钻进了他的喉咙。

如此温暖，以及它紧紧围绕着他的方式——

“哎呀，”五郎喘着气，可能是不令人信服，因为他的双手紧紧握住了阿基拉的头发，他的臀部慢慢地摇晃着以享受它。Akira 很好地堵住了他的阴茎，他的眼睛在紧闭时流泪。“我不是故意要深入的。没事的，阿基拉，我一会儿就。

他做到了——一旦他又了几次，感觉到 Akira 的震动，就像如果 Goro 再进一步推动它，他真的会呕吐。五郎并不是特别喜欢那个，谢谢你，即使这肯定会足够羞辱。

“好了，好了，”五郎咕哝着，不情愿地从阿基拉喉咙的热压中滑了出来，发出了最后的喜悦呻吟。他安慰地抚摸着 Akira 的背，而 Akira 则瘫倒在他的大腿上咳嗽。“你还好吗？我没有伤害你，对吧？

阿基拉无声地摇了摇头，仍然在咳嗽。他紧贴着五郎，无视他等待的鸡巴。他用鼻子舔着自己的肚子。

看到他这样真是荒谬。五郎的心暖了起来，因为对阿基拉来说，让五郎的手臂搂着他，把他抱在那里，像阿基拉需要他一样保护阿基拉，就像阿基拉很弱小一样，这是多么有辱人格。 就像 Akira 应该得到的安慰一样。 “我没事，”Akira 终于喘着粗气，抬起头。 五郎微笑着，将阿基拉发炎的脸庞握在手中。 Akira 发出了一声轻微的呻吟。 “五郎。” 他在五郎的拇指上草率地吻了一下，再次用鼻子蹭着他。 五郎的心在胸口猛烈跳动。

“那你就可以回去工作了，不是吗？”

阿基拉咬着嘴唇，眼睛蒙着面，闪闪发光。但 Akira 是在帮他一个忙，对吧？他应该专注于 Goro 想要什么，让 Goro 感觉好的东西。他不敢那样看着他，所以五郎的心会猛地一跳，然后——

五郎仍然抱着阿基拉的脸颊，又抓起他的头发扯了扯。  阿基拉的下巴噢噢噢噢，一种复杂的痛苦在他的表情中飘荡。 “让我感觉好些，Akira。 快点。 当 Akira 呜咽着，他的头慢慢地低向 Goro 的阴茎，仿佛如果 Akira 犹豫足够长，Goro 就会改变主意，Goro 低吟着。 “就是这样。 敞开。 它不会伤害你的，Akira，你只需要吸它。

五郎简直不敢相信这是多么容易。当 Akira 湿漉漉的嘴再次环绕着他的鸡巴时，他感到头晕目眩的兴奋。这么多年的挫折，Goro 现在可以进入他的内心了。 Goro 可以操他，Akira 的嘴巴羞辱地轻松地滑落，准备被操。 五郎屏住呼吸，像那样在他的鸡巴上上下抽动着阿基拉，看着阿基拉放开他，按照命令吮吸鸡巴，他忍不住笑了起来。

“也许如果你做得好，我会让你在某个时候再吮吸我的鸡巴。”

Akira 将手指伸进 Goro 的腿里。令人印象深刻，他甚至试图在这种状态下反驳五郎。他真的不明白自己所处的位置。

所以 Goro 抓住他的头，把他推得更深了一点。“哦，不，”他嘲笑着阿基拉哽咽着，喉咙拼命地在他的鸡巴上工作，直到五郎抽出并让他咳嗽——然后把它滑进去，再操他的嘴，看着阿基拉的脸红，因为五郎抱着他邋遢的脸颊，更快地进出，不让阿基拉说一句话。“我很抱歉。但你不介意，对吧，Akira？事实上，我认为你喜欢这个。这就是为什么你还在吮吸它，你这个贱人。

他再次塞住了 Akira 的喉咙，在 Akira 堵住他的嘴时将他固定在原地。“ 吞下，”五郎尖锐地命令道，阿基拉的喉咙抽搐了起来。 当五郎滑出时，他的眼睛又流下了泪水，再次抽动着他的舌头。 当五郎强迫他往后退时，他似乎已经做好了准备，当五郎喘着粗气并拉扯着阿基拉的头发时，他的呻吟声在五郎的鸡巴上振动。 鸡巴带着一长串口水从他的嘴里滑落，五郎盯着阿基拉滴水的嘴巴，想知道整个小镇现在是否能说出它是如何被侵犯的。 它看起来很淫秽。

“说声谢谢，”五郎提示道。“让你吮吸我的鸡巴。”

阿基拉向他眨了眨泪眼，喘着粗气，颤抖着，在五郎多扭动他的头发时，他发出了一声渴望的叫声。“谢谢你，”他呻吟着，然后弓起背。

Akira 用那种语气对他说谢谢，并没有让 Goro 想放手。

这让他想听 Akira 的尖叫。

哦，看看那个。这个荡妇在给五郎口交的时候又变硬了。他没有把它放回裤子里，所以它伸出来了，肮脏的，还漏水。它看起来好。当五郎凝视时，阿基拉的臀部在颤抖，他脸上的表情很精致，当他意识到五郎在看什么时，他无助地张大了嘴巴。

你感到尴尬吗，Akira？  五郎想知道。 你会因为我看着你为那个羞辱你的人站起来而哭泣吗？ 在你似乎永远无法打动的人面前，你的身体背叛了你，感觉如何？

“求求我了，”五郎说，丝般柔软。当 Akira 不解地抬起头来时，他用手搂住了自己抽搐的阴茎，开始抚摸它，主要只是为了作秀。他无意在任何地方完成，只在阿基拉的嘴里。

Akira 的眼睛在 Goro 的脸和他的鸡巴之间来回扫视，看起来如此难以置信——但仍然如此绝望。“拜托，”他终于低声说，声音茫然，仿佛他不敢相信自己在做什么。

  “请什么？”

“请让我吸它。”阿基拉的声音很小。尽管他的社交生活臃肿，但 Akira 从来不是一个多言辞的人。但当他说话时，它总是很有分量。他命令周围的人。他听起来从来没有不确定或无助。

哦，操，五郎要丢了。他不知道该纯粹地兴奋地大笑，还是该撸管，直到他捣蛋鬼全是 Akira 的脸——

哦。不。他有一个更好的主意。

“等一下，”五郎说，露出他最专业的微笑。他紧紧抓住阿基拉的头发，看着他的喉咙晃动，五郎放开他的鸡巴，伸手在阿基拉的西装外套里翻找。那里。Akira 目瞪口呆地盯着 Goro 举起 Akira 的智能手机。

这个白痴总是带着它，所以他的愚蠢朋友可以一直给他发消息。每次五郎不得不忍受他的陪伴时，我都感到头疼。

Goro 轻快地穿过锁屏。Akira 的密码并不复杂。不幸的是，Goro 仍然买不起这样的手机，但当 Goro 需要为社交媒体拍照时，Akira 总是愿意借出他的手机。而且它似乎具有无限的内存空间 - 这不是很好吗？

When he hit record, the phone beeped cheerily.  The light came on as it recorded Akira staring up in shock with Goro’s dick in his face.  His own trapped cock leaked all over his shirt.

“Alright,” Goro said, making himself comfortable.  “Now you can beg.”

Akira panted, ducking his head like he was going to try to hide, but it was too late.

“Shit.  You’ve gotta be kidding.  Goro—”

Goro yanked at Akira’s hair again and Akira’s anxious voice cut off in a ragged cry, his red mouth hanging open on the screen.  Fuck, Goro wanted to be in him again.

Akira’s dick was twitching and his giddy expression told Goro that he’d be riding his adrenaline high long after he’d already made his mistakes on camera.

“Beg,” Goro stressed, only willing to be patient for so long.  He wanted to fucking hear Akira’s pleading voice for the rest of his fucking life and he damn well would.  “Beg for my dick, Akira.  Beg to suck me off.” 

“I—”

“Very well,” said Goro, “I’ll go first.  Please.”  He filled his voice with oozing, cloying sincerity, watched Akira’s eyelids flutter.  “Please suck me, Akira.  I want it.  Only you can give me what I want.”  Akira’s dick visibly twitched.  Oh, Goro knew he’d love hearing that.  Fucking egomaniac—

“—But I need you to beg first, okay?  Tell me what you want.”

Akira took a slow breath, and it came out as a sob.  “Please,” he said, face reddening further.  “Goro, please.  I—I need to suck you.”

It wasn’t quite the same as the first time.  He was too aware of the camera.  But the need in his voice made Goro groan either way, his hips thrusting forward.  His dick dragged a trail of sticky wetness over Akira’s cheek on the video.  Akira whined, tongue peeking out past his lips.

“You do look like you need it,” Goro breathed.

Akira’s eyes met his through the screen, and Goro felt them like a bolt of lightning straight through his gut.

“I do.  I need you.”  Akira panted at him.  “Need your dick in my mouth now, Goro.”

Goro was going to pass out if he wasn’t careful.  

“Okay,” he gritted out, relaxing his grip on Akira’s hair to make himself more comfortable, taking pains to find the perfect angle to record.  “Go ahead.”

Akira whined, listing forward, but still holding back.  He was looking at the phone instead of Goro’s dick. 

Embarrassed?  Good.

“I’m going to be leaving soon,” Goro sweetly reminded Akira.  “Don’t you think this will be an excellent farewell gift for me to remember you by?”  He rubbed his cock encouragingly against Akira’s lips, leaving glistening streaks.  Akira flinched once more at the reminder they’d be separating.

Soon, very soon, he’d be so fucking grateful Goro Akechi was out of his life.

Almost, Goro told himself.  I’m almost ready to break him.  Just be patient a little longer.

“Here,” said Goro.  “Let me help.”

And he gripped the back of Akira’s head, forcing him down onto his dick.  Akira whined the whole way down, eyes clenching shut.  Goro pumped him there breathlessly, watching awestruck as his cock disappeared past Akira’s swollen lips, reaching obscenely deep, dripping wet as Akira struggled to take it all in.  He pushed into Akira’s throat faster than he meant to, unable to control himself.  It just looked so good.

Seeing Akira shuddering and gagging on it as it went into his throat made Goro’s breath catch.  He looked so beautiful—

And then he saw Akira drop a hand between his own legs, hurrying in an unmistakable rhythm.  Goro laughed in delight.

“Really?  Are you masturbating to having your throat fucked?”  Akira’s desperate whine felt amazing on his dick, vibration that sent Goro’s hips plunging forward to fill that slutty throat up tight.  Goro charged forward uncontrollably, shoving in and out as Akira choked and gasped for breath.  “Is cocksucking that exciting for you, Akira?”  Goro shook his head in mock concern.  “I know I said there was nothing wrong with sucking a dick… but it’s embarrassing for you to like it this much.  Maybe there’s just something wrong with you.”

Akira’s wail cut through the air, shaking his hips as he let Goro fuck him sloppy.  Having him hunched over like this, gagging and touching himself, looked so much better than the usual ways Akira liked to slouch, standing upright like he deserved to be someone important. 

To think you could be this endearing…

Akira squeezed his eyes shut, moaning desperately on Goro’s cock as Goro stuffed it in and out. 

There was now permanent evidence of Akira’s humiliation.  It was incredible.  If his friends saw this video, it would be devastating.  What about if it wound up sent to his parents?  The school faculty?

God, the possibilities were endless.

Fuck. 

Goro was finding it increasingly hard to think, with Akira gagging on dick with tears running down his messy cheeks and his hand jerking himself off as fast as he could.  The once-inspiring figure he made leading all his idiots around was completely gone.  Now he was just a slut on Goro’s cock.

Goro fucking owned him.

Goro snarled, grabbing him tight to thrust for real.  Akira’s hands flew up to his thighs, grabbing on for dear life as his throat was pounded.  The sounds Akira was making were incredible.

How did this feel for him?  Was it as good as it was for Goro? 

Fuck, how did anything feel so good?

The phone wound up on the mattress, forgotten, along with any thought of self-restraint.  Goro just growled, thrusting hard, face-fucking Akira because he could, because doing this felt so amazing, and he wanted Akira to have this experience with the person he called his best friend.  Oh, Akira’s throat was getting better at taking him too.  Akira was starting to gulp on it, swallowing instead of choking, as his throat mastered the art of being fucked.  Another skill for him to impress all his friends with.

Fuck!  Goro was going to cum.

“Akira,” Goro panted, gripping Akira’s head in both hands as he fucked harder.  Akira’s broken moan answered him, and then, stuffing his throat fully, Goro let the world fall away.  Akira was jolting against him, plainly needing to breathe, but Goro didn’t let him pull away.  With a shaking hand, he picked up his phone.

And Goro recorded Akira’s throat taking his load.

Dizzy with relief, he pulled slowly out.  Pulled off the condom with a shaking hand.  He jerked the remaining spurts onto Akira’s upturned face.  Akira gasped and coughed pitifully as he was allowed air again, while Goro kept a hand under his chin, making sure he didn’t duck out of the way. 

Cum mixed with his tears and sweat and drool, Akira’s mouth hanging open, taking the final droplets. 

Goro sighed in contentment.

Smeared and filthy—it was the most beautiful Akira had ever looked.

Akira’s eyes slowly blinked open to meet his gaze.  He was still panting under the weight of Goro’s attention.  Akira stared blankly for a long moment, Goro’s fingers still under his chin, condom still in hand.  Akira wasn’t jerking himself off anymore.  The slow, deliriously pleased smile that spread over his reddened mouth had Goro sucking in a breath.

“Satisfied?”  Akira murmured, low voice gone hoarse and rasping.

Goro’s brain felt broken.  Instead of the blaze of fury this should have prompted… he was mostly concerned that the phone might not properly record those words in that exact tone.

“Open wide,” Goro growled down.  Akira’s long eyelashes fluttered, and then he did as he was told.  He stuck his tongue out too, too high on his own release to be embarrassed of the camera now.  Goro lifted the condom, upending its dripping contents onto Akira’s tongue.  Akira whined, lifting his head farther as Goro watched white liquid roll down his tongue.  Goro’s seed filled his mouth.

“Swallow.”

With a final moan, Akira did.  Waves of savage contentment rolled through Goro as he watched Akira drinking his load.

Over the years, Akira had fed Goro many times.  Even the first time they’d had lunch together.  Akira had always found ways to sneak him extra food.  He’d done it for years, and Goro probably owed a sizeable chunk of his nutrition to Akira’s pity. 

There was nothing Goro hated more than pity. 

But also, he’d been a smart kid.  A kid who knew when his mom hadn’t eaten for two days because rent was due.  So he’d glare daggers at Akira, but he’d also shovel rice into his mouth and it would be the best fucking thing he’d eaten ever and this had only confirmed that Akira was his nemesis.

He’d hated it.  He still hated him.  But pity filled his stomach better than the hollow, aching absence of food.

Damned Akira had made himself a part of Goro, filling his body with what it needed.

So it felt unbelievably good to see a part of himself taken in, made a part of Akira’s body in turn.  This was a sacrament of ownership and power.  It would, of course, be best if every part of Akira belonged to Goro.

Akira opened his mouth again, unprompted, showing Goro how well he’d swallowed.  His sloppy mouth made Goro hiss out a breath and finally set the phone down. 

“Delicious,” purred Akira, eyes fluttering back open.

Suddenly Goro didn’t care about the mess.  Akira was almost deadweight in his arms as he hauled him.  Ugh.  He’d shot all over the floor and his pants leg, which was objectively disgusting—

Goro ignored it to tuck Akira into his arms, using his warmth and weight to give Akira something to cling onto.  Akira’s arms went around him instantly, attaching himself like an octopus as he continued to gasp for breath.

“You did a good job,” Goro murmured, kissing his hair, then his sloppy, cum-streaked face.  Akira moaned pitifully as Goro’s tongue invaded his mouth too, sucking on it like he couldn’t remember how to do anything else.  Goro rubbed his back, letting him heave in deep breaths between kisses.  “I’m proud of you.”

Akira had dozens of accomplishments anyone would be proud of.

And Akira said it all the time to Goro, because he was a condescending little shit who’d watched every adult in Goro’s life treat him like garbage.

It made Goro want to claw him to ribbons.  Made him want to latch onto Akira’s warm smile and bite.

It had also probably gotten him into college, because it had been Akira who’d made getting into their high school a competition between the two of them.  Goro couldn’t afford high school.  He’d been intending to drop out right away and start working.  But oh, what a coincidence, Akira’s pick of high school had a slot open for scholarship students.  Akira had all the information, and was just enough of a pest to make Goro apply, to make Goro study all night under the streetlights outside because the power had been shut off again, to make Goro hold his head up and walk into the testing building with his secondhand clothes and holes in both of his shoes.

How could Goro not despise Akira for that?

Akira had written Goro’s future for him.  Bastard.

“Goro.”  Even Akira’s voice was shaking.  Goro squeezed him a little tighter.

“Shh,” Goro crooned, and rolled them over to lie on Akira’s frankly worryingly fluffy mattress.  He placed himself on top of Akira and hugged him, kissing Akira’s trembling mouth some more as he drove Akira’s knees wider to accommodate him.  “You enjoyed it too.  You wanted that as much as I did.”

Akira laughed, sounding slightly crazed now.  “When you asked for a favor, that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

Goro smiled down at him, then kissed his sloppy mouth again.  “You say that like I’m done with you.”

Akira moaned, head rolling back and forth against the mattress.  His body shivered violently in Goro’s clutches.  “Fuck.  Are you kidding me?”  He whined as Goro kissed him again, sucking at his tongue until Goro pulled back.  “How far are you planning to go?”

Goro’s smile widened dangerously.  He liked how Akira said that.  How far would Goro go—as if Akira wouldn’t be able to do anything but take it and do as he was told. 

Yeah.  That’s right, Akira.  You’re completely at my mercy.

“As far as you’ll let me,” he crooned down, which was an absolute fucking lie. 

Akira didn’t get a choice. 

Goro would simply be taking everything.

Akira was so loose and languid—not ready to cum again, but that was fine.  Goro lifted Akira, tugging off his shirt.  Akira pushed clumsily at his shoulder, which was concerning—this only worked if Akira wanted it—before Goro realized that was just a sad attempt to divest him of his blazer.  Goro smirked.  Akira stared at it, mouth halfway open, watching as Goro shrugged out of his clothes.

“You might as well take off your pants,” Goro said, “Unless you like cumming on yourself that much.”

“Ugh,” Akira groaned, “Fuck you, I—ngh—”  Goro silenced him with another kiss, helping Akira’s long, muscular limbs out of his clothing until he was fully naked on the bed.  Goro shoved him down with a little more force.  Akira spread his knees on his own, and Goro discovered that he could, in fact, get a little hard even after cumming.

Fucking Akira.

“Really going to need lube this time,” Akira panted against his mouth.  Goro growled in annoyance, nipping him.

“Obviously.  Get it.”

“Are you—mm—going to let me up?”

“No,” Goro snapped, feeling petty.  “Figure it out.”  And then, correctly assuming Akira was about to come up with some obnoxious comment, Goro palmed Akira’s bare cock.  He was gentle, but Akira was still too sensitive to take it. 

He threw his head back, panting, and Goro helped himself to the strong column of Akira’s throat.  He didn’t bother trying to mark where Akira’s clothes would cover.  What did he care if everyone saw Akira covered in hickeys? 

God, his friends didn’t know how lucky they were.  Maybe he’d even be trying not to cry as he was forced to remember how broken he felt.  How dirty, how used.

Goro thrived on these desperate moans. He feasted on Akira's neck, sucking and biting anywhere that made Akira tremble until Akira was humping weakly at his hand and Goro found a bottle of lube pushed desperately against him.

“You’re going to let me fuck you,” Goro said, businesslike as he pulled away from Akira’s neck—which looked suitably mauled.  Goro grinned darkly.  “With that little comment about the lube, I assume you understand how we’ll be doing this.”  He poured a generous amount onto his fingers.

Wouldn’t do to let his nemesis get hurt.  Yet.

“So I’m going to loosen you so it’s comfortable, and then I am going to fuck you up the ass.”

Akira was gasping for breath again, like Goro had just sucked all the air out of his lungs.  He rose up onto his elbows, legs staying open, and fuck, just looking at him was infuriating.  No one should look this good. 

“Yeah,” said Akira.  His tone was warm.

And Goro had to make sure Akira couldn’t annoy anyone else like this.

“I’ll be gentle, Akira,” he murmured, warming the lube between his hands.  “I promise.  Don’t be nervous.”

Slicked fingers pressed to Akira’s entrance as Akira watched, audibly holding his breath.  Goro was entranced too.

This was when Akira made his biggest mistake.  He wanted Akira to feel every second of it, to look back on the moment and know that’s when his life changed forever.

Akira watched.  Goro stroked him carefully there.

He circled Akira’s hole to get it used to his touch.  Akira stopped looking quite so staggered as he did, remembering to breathe, beginning to slump back down against the mattress.  His stomach fluttered as Goro started to massage a little more intently.  Akira moaned softly, which seemed encouraging—so did the way it was softening up for him instead of clenching tight.  Goro eased the first finger in as Akira lifted his hips a little, unable to tell which of them moved first.  Akira beamed at him.

“You weren’t kidding.  You really are gentle.”

Goro fought off his reflexive need to snarl at Akira for smiling up at him like that—disgusting, unrealistic, why did Akira keep doing this—and gave his cock a few encouraging strokes instead.  Akira moaned softly, not so sensitive it hurt anymore, and accepted a kiss as Goro worked his finger in deep.  Akira was really, really warm inside.  Maybe the warmest thing Goro had ever felt.

Well.  Akira was always the warmest thing he felt.  He wouldn’t be half as insufferable if that weren’t true.

Finding Akira’s prostate was concerningly easy—Goro had expected to have to hunt for it a little more, not for Akira to gasp and wrap his arms around Goro’s neck.  His moan vibrated high, and the rocking of his hips was suddenly quite demanding.  “Oh, okay, yeah,” he whimpered.  “Goro, there.  There!”

A second finger got in while his hole was flexing.  Goro massaged Akira’s prostate lovingly.  Akira collapsed into writhing limbs under him, clinging and gasping up ah ah ah right into Goro’s ear.  Goro had to lean his weight on him to hold him still.

Furiously, Goro did not think about how Akira had obviously done this before.  He didn’t think about Akira being gorgeous and enthralling and how everyone loved him and laughed at his brainless jokes.  He also didn’t think about how Akira probably made them feel so good, like they were special.

Like they were the center of his world the whole.

No, he thought about how it was him on top of Akira now, looking down on him while he was naked, sliding his fingers in and out.  How it was his turn to fuck this hole until it was loose and aching.  He’d ruin Akira from the inside out. 

Akira moaned like a slut for it.  Look at him, so eager to get used.  He probably had zero thoughts in his head all day that weren’t about dicks—

Gentle, Goro reminded himself.  Be so gentle.  His third finger met a little more resistance getting in, Akira sucking in desperate gulps of air as Goro eased it in, dripping with still more lube.  Akira’s hole wanted to cling to him.  The way it kept squeezing was flattering, but not conducive to getting his dick in there.

“You like this,” Goro growled down.  “You like me in you.”

He hadn’t been asking, but Akira was nodding anyway, moaning again, all but trying to crawl inside Goro’s skin.  “So good,” he whimpered, pressing a kiss to Goro’s chest, right over his heart.  “So good to me.” 

Goro felt like the floor was falling out from under him.  That was—that was the point.  Right.  Be good to him, and then break him.  Yeah.

“I’m a dick to you all the time, Akira,” he snapped.

Akira lifted his hips, his hole outright sucking Goro in as Akira’s hands flattened between his shoulder blades, bringing Goro so close while Akira’s hips rolled, fucking his fingers until Goro’s eyes couldn’t focus.

“Yeah,” Akira crooned.  “You’re the meanest.  Downright evil—”  His breath hitched on a whine as he rocked his hips, his hole spasming.  “So fucking evil.”

See, when Akira patronized him like that, it was going to make it so much easier to tear him apart.  He deserved to be ruined. 

Akira gasped as Goro forced his hips back down onto the bed, and wore a giddy grin as Goro’s fingers pumped inside him, making sure Akira’s hole was ready to yield.  He spread them one final time to hear Akira choke, then slid them free. 

Condom.  Then lube, pouring it carelessly until everything was dripping wet.  Akira stayed put under him, quaking.  He had his lip sucked between his teeth.  He gazed at Goro’s dick like it was the love of his life.  “Goro,” he whispered.  Goro snarled at him, but Akira was already tugging him away from his goal, fitting their mouths together in a soul-deep kiss.  Goro’s fist hit the bed beside Akira’s head.  Akira fed him soft moans and warmth.

I hate you.

Goro was forced to search for his prize blindly.  He fit his dick to Akira’s entrance.  He guided it inside as he plundered Akira’s mouth for all it had.

He would have thought the sound that came out of Akira was a sob, only he knew he’d been gentle every step of the way.  No way did this hurt.  He shoved Akira’s face into his shoulder, hugging him as he eased his hips down, rocking gently to coax him apart, filling up the space in Akira’s body that belonged to him now.

It was his, and not anyone else’s.  Never again.

Akira held him so tight, moaning nonstop as Goro settled between his spread thighs.  As Goro moved his hands down to Akira’s waist, Akira bucked against him, like he was trying to throw him off or force him out.  Goro’s hands snapped down.  He drove himself balls-deep, and Akira’s body nearly convulsed.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” Goro murmured in his ear.  “Tell me if it hurts.”

And he did as promised.  Akira cried out helplessly as Goro pulled away, just to stuff Akira again.  Akira’s legs snapped closed around him.  He wrapped Goro up with everything he had.  Wrestling free, Goro made Akira’s ass his again.  As Akira vibrated and squirmed stubbornly, hips lifting each time Goro thrust inside.

Goro gritted his teeth and refused with all his heart to fucking cum before Akira fell apart.

No matter how good it felt.

No matter how every cry reverberated in his head.

No matter how it felt like Akira was sucking his soul out through his dick because of course he’d be good at this to—

No, Akira had to cum first.  Akira had to lose. 

Akira’s stunned, breathless moaning wasn’t leaving anything to the imagination.  Goro could beat him.  And right, fuck, Goro’s brain must be melting.  Akira’s prostate existed, didn’t it?  Akira howled then, scrabbling against the mattress for purchase as Goro aimed for that spot.

“Oh god, oh fuck, please, please, please—”  Akira reached for his dick as it bounced against his stomach.  Goro smacked his hand away immediately.

If Akira was used to this, he could do it.  He could cum with nothing but Goro’s dick.

If Akira had ever, ever cum on someone else’s dick like that, then his long-term survival depended on him doing that, here and now.  Or else Goro was going to snap his neck.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Goro snarled, pushing back into Akira’s space, glaring into his eyes as Akira’s mouth hung open on a litany of desperate gasps.  “You cum on my dick, Akira.  You don’t get to touch yourself.”

“I—I can’t—”  Akira was almost hyperventilating on his moans, shaking his head furiously as his eyes teared up.  “Oh, Goro, please, I can’t.  I can’t, I’ve never—”

A tiny bit of Goro’s anger settled, and Goro cut him off, easing their mouths together.  Akira’s helpless little cries tasted sweet.  “You can,” he crooned down.  “Just because you haven’t ever doesn’t mean you can’t.  Put your hands on my shoulders.”  Akira quaked as he obeyed him, eyes rolling back as Goro kept hitting his spot.  “Alright, good.  Keep them there.  We’re going to keep going until I make you cum.”

Akira sobbed.  “Goro, Goro, Goro.”  He was chanting it as he rocked his hips into Goro’s thrusts, his hole clenching over and over, fluttering inside so good all over Goro’s dick.  His hole was made to be fucked, clearly.  It couldn’t be good for anything else.  In fact, nothing Akira did, and nothing he ever would do, would ever come close to how good he was at being fucked.  He might as well just shut up and accept it.

Goro plunged in to hit Akira deep inside, neglecting his prostate.  He waited until Akira was starting to breathe again—then he started to nail it dead on again.  Akira sobbed openly, and convulsed.

“Feel good?”  Akira nodded so fast and frantic, groaning as Goro lunged into his belly again.  “You can cum whenever you want.  Whenever you’re ready.”

“I’m,” Akira choked out, “Gonna die.”

Goro flashed a savage grin down at him, wild.  He’d never heard sweeter words, and he hauled Akira’s hips up into his next thrust.  Akira squeezed his eyes shut, clawing Goro as he panted.

“You’re seriously fucking me,” Akira groaned.  “You’re—nngh—you’re inside me.”

“Oh yes,” Goro purred down.  “I’ll be inside you plenty from here on out, Akira.  You can be sure of that.”

It was like the threat in his voice was what did it.  Akira choked soundlessly, mouth hanging open as his back arched off the bed.

And he came.  He came from Goro promising to fuck his tight little ass regularly.

It wasn’t quite the same kind of orgasm.  Akira didn’t spurt it out the same way.  Cum just sort of flowed out, but there was no mistaking the way Akira’s face screwed up in ecstasy under him, the way his hole convulsed again and again on Goro’s cock.  Akira came with his ass, shaking under Goro as Goro fucked him through it, pounding his hole such a pretty pink color.

Watching Akira cum on his cock was life-changing.  The way he flung his hips up and down as he lost control, the look on his face— 

He looks like he’s really going to die.

Seeing his own cock traveling in and out of Akira’s ruined ass made Goro gulp.  Akira managed a single, shaking whimper, the first sound he’d made since having an anal orgasm.  In response, Goro flattened himself over him, crushing the air out of Akira, and filled the condom inside of him with a groan of satisfaction.

The rush of oblivion in his veins, the warmth and his vengeful triumph—Goro couldn’t think or see or hear anything for the longest time.  When he started to come down, they were kissing again, Akira’s hands buried in his hair, his desperate mouth sucking against Goro’s.  Goro, apparently on instinct, had filled him with tongue to fuck his mouth as well.

Goro pulled away, scattering kisses over Akira’s upturned face.  He was still inside, both of them shivering from the aftershocks.  He should check the time.  He was on a schedule.

However, Akira was very warm.  Akira’s hands ran up and down Goro’s back, soothing as they encouraged him to stay right where he was.

“Thought you’d never do that,” Akira whispered softly into the space between them as Goro pulled back just a little.

“What?”  Goro muttered grumpily.  His brain had turned into soup, so what came out of his mouth was, “Top you?” 

People always remembered who Goro’s mother was when they felt like speculating about how he’d gotten his college recommendations, and all those good grades.

But truthfully, that wasn’t Akira he was thinking of.  Akira never treated anyone like they were dirty by association.

Akira laughed brainlessly at Goro’s accusation, and nuzzled into his hair.  He ran his hands over Goro’s body again.  “Idiot.  I thought you hated this kind of thing.  That it was gross.  Didn’t really think you were ready to trust someone with, you know.  You.”

Goro blinked, Akira’s hands running over his body again like they belonged there.

“Thank you,” said Akira softly.  “For giving yourself to me.”

Oh, go to hell, Goro thought.

He didn’t say anything, because it would have come out hissing and feral, and the uglier he sounded, the more Akira seemed to like it.  Prick.

So he leaned back and kissed Akira’s cheek.  Then he pulled out, slowly, to admire Akira’s hole as it flexed helplessly, unable to tighten up again after what it had just been put through. 

Messy with lube and pink from being fucked.  Akira didn’t even know to be embarrassed of himself, did he.

Goro took a moment to admire it as he tied off the condom and dumped it in Akira’s bedroom trash.  Akira stretched, displaying himself. 

…He was doing that on purpose.

Time he learns the consequences.

Akira’s breath stuttered as Goro slid two fingers back into the hole he’d just so thoroughly abused.

“So,” Goro said pleasantly.  “You like being fucked, do you?”

Akira whimpered, hips stuttering a little, but Goro was nice enough not to torture his prostate again just yet.  He just casually slid his fingers around, feeling how Akira spasmed in response.  It was easy to do now that he’d fucked Akira once.

“Y-yeah,” Akira panted, swallowing.  “Love it.”  He stared up at Goro with pleading eyes.  Goro then teased his prostate until Akira quaked, his legs trying to snap shut, only to be forced wide again by Goro’s knees.

“That’s good,” said Goro.  “I’m not done with you yet.  And we can’t have you tightening up, Akira, so I’ll play with it while I’m waiting to get hard again.”  Akira whimpered, chest rising and falling faster.  “Would you like to kiss while I’m fingering you?”

Akira whimpered, mouth tipping up like he was going to grin—but Goro started nudging his prostate again and he turned his head aside to pant frantically.  His only answer was a pleading moan.  Goro fit their mouths together, rocking his fingers in and out.  There wasn’t much danger of Akira tightening back up.  God, how much was he fucking to have such a slutty hole?  Here Goro had thought part of the fun would be making it so Akira couldn’t cum without his ass, but Akira was probably well on his way there, wasn’t he?

He’d never backed down from a challenge, though.  Breaking Akira could happen in so many ways, as long as he didn’t give up.

Soon enough, he was pushing his dick in again—a fresh condom on, erect and throbbing as Akira gasped every breath and clung to Goro’s hips, all but begging for him to stick it in.  Seeing that Akira liked it so much, and was nicely fucked open, Goro didn’t have to be so gentle this time.  He set a harder pace, slamming his hips down to feel Akira jolt and nearly swallow his tongue.

“S-so deep,” he gasped, and then, sobbing, “Oh, oh fuck, oh—Harder, Goro.  Please.”

Listen to him beg like the dog he was.  Goro should encourage that.

He pumped it in, growling, reveling in how Akira just got softer and looser, his body giving up on anything but being fucked by Goro.  Goro didn’t skimp on the lube—he made sure Akira was slippery and drooling there, liking how his hole looked leaking around his cock, his rim taut around the dick sliding in and out, but able to find any purchase.  Fucking Akira should feel natural.  He was made to be Goro’s cocksleeve, and Goro would help him understand that, use him until it made perfect sense to Akira too.

Having the house to themselves, when Akira’s cries started getting loud, it wasn’t an issue.  No one could hear that the proud son of the Kurusu household giving it up. 

So his cries filled the room, echoing in Goro’s ears, replacing all the times Akira had sounded confident and full of himself.  Now he was just a groaning bitch, cross-eyed and barely able to form Goro’s name with how hard he was being pounded.

He struggled to cum this time too, even with his face slack with pleasure and his cock bright red.  More than once Akira’s hand strayed down like he wanted to grab it, but he always bit his lip and grabbed onto Goro again, rocking his hips obediently into the fucking, trying to orgasm the way he had permission to.

It was so cute seeing him suffer.  Akira was starting to sob again as he strained on Goro’s cock, opening his legs as wide as they could get and squeezing when Goro pushed it all the way in, trying to get himself off.  His dick looked pathetic, dripping and swinging back and forth while Goro’s got a warm hole to fuck.  Akira was so pathetic, such a loser now that he had his legs open. 

Goro pulled out for just a moment, ignoring Akira’s ragged gasp to roll his slut over.  “Get on all fours,” Goro said curtly.  “You’re being stubborn, Akira.  It seems I need to teach you how to cum properly.”

“Y-yeah, Goro,” Akira sobbed, struggling to push himself up.  His hole, to Goro’s delight, was wrecked. 

This must surely be something everyone in Japan should see at least once, so they understood how far a person could fall. 

Goro plunged back in and gripped Akira’s hips tight, because Akira’s hips were trying to give out. 

Couldn’t have that.

“Hold yourself up,” Goro warned, and then he used this new position to his advantage.  Akira’s scream burst out of him as their hips began to smack loudly together, Goro pounding down from above, Akira’s hole frantically taking it from below.  Akira lunged forward to escape the stimulation, and Goro yanked him back, and rammed his cock home.  He heard Akira choking on his own tongue, shudders crawling up his spine.

“Don’t fucking move, Akira.  You want to cum, don’t you?”  Goro pummeled him as he spoke, punctuating his calm with Akira’s stunned cries.  “Let me make you cum, then.”

Bent over on all fours, Akira was easier to take advantage of.  It felt incredible to slam it in and out like this, to use Akira the way he was meant to be.  Akira’s rapid panting filled the air.  Hitting his prostate like this took all the strength out of his legs.  With his arms holding himself up, Akira couldn’t reach for his cock—not that they were even good for that anymore.  Somewhere around a dozen thrusts, Akira’s arms crumpled under him and he crashed into the bedding face-first, sobbing.

It sounded like he was trying to call Goro’s name. 

Goro held Akira’s hips in place.  He didn’t let up.  Loud smacking filled the room.  And Goro leaned over him, pressing kisses against Akira’s sweating back.  Akira’s cries pitched higher.  Goro’s fingers found his open mouth and slid in.

“If you want to stop, bite down,” Goro ordered.  Anything else Akira had to say was irrelevant.  He was Goro’s cocksleeve and that was all.  Akira’s tongue worked frantically at them, Akira’s cries turning guttural as Goro held him open, worked him hard, and fucked him into the mattress.  He didn’t bite.  Maybe he was screaming too much to actually close his jaw.

Goro doubted it.  Akira was just a total slut, huh?

“That’s it, Akira.  It feels good, doesn’t it?”  Goro gritted his teeth, refusing to let his willpower falter.  He wasn’t cumming yet.  Akira had to lose again first.  “You can’t cum, but you don’t mind, do you?  Not as long as I’m in you.”

Akira was panting too hard to reply, hands fisted in the bedding.  The noises coming out of him were obscene, unbelievably so.  It was impossible to believe this was an actual person anymore, not just some sort of animal in heat. 

“I wonder how long I’ll fuck you like this,” Goro snarled, “Before you finally cum.  Hm?  How long are you going to take it before you do what you’re supposed to and fucking cum?”

Akira howled, despairing, but then, oh, he finally managed it.  Quaking inside and out, his hips started to jump frantically.  He rippled around Goro’s cock again and again, scorching hot.  His cum stained his mattress this time.  Goro showed mercy, if only slightly; he slowed his thrusts until Akira’s voice wasn’t breaking, then gripped Akira’s cock as he came, slowly milking it to help it along.

Obscene, ruined noises burst from Akira as he mouthed on Goro’s fingers, pitched up to tell Goro just how wonderful it must feel to let it out.  Goro hummed back, letting go of Akira’s cock once it was sufficiently comforted.  “Now I’m going to use you to cum,” he cooed into Akira’s ear.  “Try to hold on, okay?”

Akira barely even whimpered.  Goro didn’t need much more, and then he was pressing close with a blissed out sigh, once again cumming inside Akira’s ass. 

Akira was twitching inside the whole time.  Otherwise, he hung completely limp in Goro’s hands.

Goro eased out of Akira’s hole, admiring once again how utterly wrecked it looked, gaping and wet with use.  There really was no upper limit on how many times you could fuck a hole like this.

Goro rolled Akira over to get a look at him.  His eyes barely focused on Goro.  Goro wasn’t sure he remembered his own name right now.  He looked drunk.

Ah, he’s getting cuter.

Well… no.  Akira wasn’t cute.  Only obnoxious.

Whatever, Goro would think of the right word later.

Goro kissed him slow and lazy.  Akira cuddled up to him with a dazed hum, not really kissing back, just seeking out warmth.

“Should I be smug,” Goro asked, running his fingers through Akira’s sweaty curls as Akira huddled against him, “Or worried?”

“You’re always smug,” Akira mumbled and oh god, his voice was ruined too, wasn’t it?  Goro really had made him scream himself hoarse just now.  Akira groaned a little at his smirk, and shuffled to stick his face into the crook of Goro’s neck, where he wouldn’t be as easy to make fun of.  “…I can’t believe you made me do that twice now.”

I can’t believe you have enough experience to be surprised, thought Goro sourly. 

“You’ll get used to it,” he said instead, an edge in his voice that promised, Or else.  Akira choked slightly. 

Goro realized he was giggling.  His voice was so messed up it was almost unrecognizable.

“Yeah, okay,” Akira whispered, hugging Goro closer.  He pressed a kiss to Goro’s neck.  Goro shivered.  “I look forward to it…”  Akira dug his teeth in.  Goro shivered for that too, mouth stretched into a wide smile.

…Cute.

“…Hey, Goro?”

Akira’s mouth left his skin burning and electricity flickering through his senses.  Everywhere Akira was touching him felt—not soft, not exactly, but the sensation of something decadent.  Something he was biologically programmed to pursue.  Damp curls, full lips, skin that had a dozen different ways to collide with his own.

“Hm?”  Goro nuzzled into Akira’s hair again.  Akira smelled like sex.  It was a smell Goro had always hated, signaling to him either suffering or stupidity, or occasionally both.  And yet it always followed him.  The girls at the brothel couldn’t scrub it off.  His mom couldn’t either.

It mixed with Akira’s own scent in a way that told Goro he was overtaking Akira already.

“I like you,” said Akira.  “A lot.”  Goro hummed, because this wasn’t news to anyone.  Akira tilted his head back and said, almost grimly, “Maybe more than you think.  I, uh—”  He seemed to forget what he wanted to say as Goro’s narrow eyes met his.  Akira swallowed.  And he rasped, “I love you, Goro.”

Oh.

They were ahead of schedule, then.

Goro rewarded Akira with a smile. 

It was good that Akira loved him.  People did insufferably stupid shit for love all the time.  He’d let Goro do everything he wanted so much easier if he thought he was doing it for love, and degrade himself utterly before Goro threw him away.

So of course Goro smiled at Akira.

“You love me?”

The mocking edge in his voice didn’t seem to bother Akira, who nodded, tucking his fingers against Goro’s jaw to lean up and ever so gently kiss him.  “Yeah.”  He murmured.  “Wanted you to know.”

“Before I leave forever, you mean?”

“Yes,” said Akira dryly.  “Before you leave forever.”

Well, Goro had promised to fuck him more.  It was only reasonable that Akira thought Goro needed more than one night to satisfy himself.  But it wasn’t happening the way this little shit had planned.

Because, oh yes, Goro knew all about Akira’s plans when he graduated next year.

But you see, Akira wasn’t getting into Todai.  He’d have to spend the rest of the year recovering from what Goro put him through.  Studying wouldn’t be an option.  He’d be lucky to get in somewhere local and Goro would finally be rid of him and the way his eyes shined like Goro was someone worth loving.  Like Akira was happy to say it, proud of it—

Idiot.  No nemesis of Goro’s should be so stupid.

Goro would maybe visit and fuck him a little once Akira knew his place.  If he felt like it.  For old time’s sake.

“Idiot,” Goro muttered, not meaning to say it out loud.  Akira snickered and Goro cut him off with a kiss, harder and deeper.  Akira melted into it, curling into the embrace with a soft sound of need.  He probably did think he loved Goro.  Idiot, idiot, idiot.  Goro was going to enjoy this even more now.  Akira was done for.

He gripped Akira’s jaw and worked him open, fucking his mouth until his cock got with the program.  Akira whimpered as he noticed Goro rolling on the next condom.  He’d brought plenty.  Goro smiled down darkly.

“Since you love me so much, I’m sure you won’t mind being fucked again?”

Akira nuzzled at him, their breaths mixing as he asked huskily, “Do you want to?  Do you want to fuck me again already, Goro?”  His fingers joined Goro’s, getting in the way more than helping, although their warmth made him hiss.  “We don’t have to—”

“We do,” Goro cut him off, and shoved Akira over by his shoulder, face-down once again.  Akira made a quiet noise of protest, then hollowed his back and trembled as Goro mounted him again, sliding easily into his waiting hole.  Goro began to snap his hips firmly, punching the air out of Akira’s lungs in another series of stunned, disbelieving moans. 

“You’re taking me until I decide you’ve had enough.  I’m going to fuck you all I want tonight, Akira.  Doesn’t that make you happy?”

“Y-yeah,” Akira choked out, squeezing the life out of his pillow.  “Fuck.  Yeah.  Yeah, it does, come on—”  He lifted his hips, and Goro must have hit him just right, the way Akira moaned and jolted on his cock.  “Do it, Goro, come on.  Use me until you get sick of it.”

Sometimes Akira knew just what to say.

He was a little less desperate this time, just panting under Goro and lazily moving his hips while he let Goro do the work of fucking his slutty, slutty hole.  He probably thought he wouldn’t cum, that he was just indulging Goro in his needs.

Goro let him think it.

His breath caught and whined as Goro bit punishingly at his neck and shoulders.  Then he reached between Akira’s legs.  He was mostly soft, even if his moaning told Goro he was enjoying what happened to his hole.

“Ah, don’t, ahh—”  Akira began to whine harder as Goro tenderly worked his nemesis’s cock with his hand warm and wet with lube.  It took some persuasion.  Akira’s cock was exhausted after the last orgasm, taking its time to fill out, though Goro’s steady drumming against Akira’s prostate surely helped.  And this time he wasn’t trying to torture Akira.  Goro could be nice if he wanted.  So he jerked Akira off like he wanted to spoil him, one hand tugging gently at his balls, the other sending twisting stroked up and down the shaft.  His finger beckoned right over the slit with every upstroke.

Akira’s hips began to move harder, his hole squeezing helplessly whenever Goro stroked him just right.  He could feel Akira’s prostate taking a more sincere interest again too.  Akira began to moan faster, whimpering for every thrust that slid inside and hit his good spot, hips shifting to chase after Goro.  Feeling Akira hump and grind on the cock inside him made Goro smirk, and when he bit Akira’s neck again, the cock in his hand throbbed exquisitely.

He got it rock hard, and then he dropped it like it would burn him.  Ha!  The pathetic slap it made against Akira’s belly as their hips bounced it up and down was delightful.  Akira cried out like he was gutted.

“No—Goro, no, you can’t—”  Akira reached for his cock.  Goro swatted his hand away.  Akira hissed.  “Goro!  I can’t hold it again!  You can’t—”  Again, Goro had to shove Akira’s hand aside.

“I can and I will.  There’s nothing wrong with me wanting my partner to enjoy having sex.”

“That is not what this is,” Akira snapped.   This time when he grabbed for his dick, he refused to let Goro swat his hands away, wrestling with him.  “I need to, I mean it, I really fucking need to—”

Goro was forced to stop thrusting, instead gathering Akira’s wrists and holding them down on either side of him.

“Calm down,” he ordered.  Akira squirmed like he couldn’t hear him and Goro snarled back.  “Akira.”

“Please let me cum,” Akira begged, looking over his shoulder with those big, soulful eyes.  Goro was dizzy at a glance, and then he realized Akira had gotten an arm free and was jerking himself off again, hypnotizing Goro outright with the soft look on his face. 

The sweet gaze, the enticing way he squeezed on a cock, the bliss filling his expression—all of it was a trap, meant to lure Goro into doing what fucking Akira wanted. 

That was not happening.  Akira wanting anything no longer fucking mattered.

He was Goro’s.

He whimpered when his hand was yanked away.  This time, Goro twisted both his arms behind his back.  Akira made a confused sound as Goro held him there with one hand, leaning over to dig through the uniform he’d tossed aside.  “G-Goro?”  He gasped as the fabric of a uniform necktie slid over his wrists.  “What are—?”

“Clearly, you can’t control yourself,” Goro said briskly.  “I suppose it’s not your fault.  I’ve fucked you fairly stupid, so I’ll take responsibility.”

Goro wasn’t mad.  After all, this had always been part of the plan.  Tying Akira up to make him even more helpless, to allow Goro to do things to him that were even more depraved and life-ruining.  He’d researched this.  He’d practiced.  He could do it so it wouldn’t cut off circulation.  The safety of his partner was vital.

  He secured Akira efficiently, and then he grabbed the back of his head and shoved it down into the pillow.

“We’ll do it like this from now on,” Goro said, and then he started to pound Akira again.

Akira got very loud, having his ass fucked in this position.  Without the use of his hands, he couldn’t brace himself at all, and he certainly couldn’t deter Goro, who had full access to the slut’s hole. 

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Oh god!”

The enticing picture Akira made, arms twisted behind his back and fisting helplessly as Goro hammered his prostate, did plenty to keep Goro invested.  The noise of Akira’s bouncing, useless dick made it clear that it was staying fully hard, just as it should be when Goro was inside him.  Akira screamed and protested, twisting under him, but Goro just kept pounding his ass.

“No—agh—there, oh, oh, please, I, hngh, hngh—!”

“It must feel so good to be in love,” Goro cooed in Akira’s ear.  “You don’t even have to worry about getting to cum anymore—you’ll get there when you’re ready, and it’ll feel so good, won’t it?  Because you’ll be holding it in for quite a while.”

Akira was no longer forming coherent words, which pleased Goro immensely.  Such disgraceful behavior—he hoped Akira remembered it very clearly in the morning.  Goro lifted one of Akira’s legs, sinking himself deeper, watching Akira jolt and spasm at the new angle until he got used to it, then pounding it again.

It felt good when Akira couldn’t cum.  Nothing quite beat how Akira milked his dick during orgasm, but when he couldn’t cum, his hole kept twitching and squeezing like it was trying to kick off an orgasm every time Goro fucked it.  He could feel the desperation heating things between them.  What his dick did to Akira…  He’d made Akira so out of his mind he’d do anything for it.

Goro carefully kept Akira’s hips high, aware that he’d hump the bed to completion if he was allowed to.  But he didn’t get any stimulation on his dick at all.  Just his ass.

Akira’s cries pitched in devastated, miserable bliss, quaking through the air as being used like this became his new normal.

It plainly wasn’t going to be enough.  Oh, Akira was shaking in pleasure, and had started bouncing his hips under Goro as fast as he could to get more.

But Akira was too tense.  He wouldn’t be able to release, not after taking the edge off twice. 

Goro would win anyway.  He took his victory while shoving deep into Akira’s hole as Akira fought to shake his ass for it.  Goro came hard inside him while Akira’s own dick twitched helplessly, neglected and powerless to achieve release on its own. 

Goro let himself groan in pleasure as he filled the condom, making sure Akira knew how good it felt, how much he was missing out on.  Tiny, breathless sobs filled the air as Goro’s tight grip prevented Akira from even humping back on the cock releasing inside him.  Goro ground lazy circles inside.  That amazingly filthy hole of his quaked the whole time.  Then Goro pulled himself out right away when he was done, denying Akira even the chance of further stimulation.

Akira was crying hard when he did.  Goro rolled him over, letting Akira’s dick tremble in the air as Goro lay a tender promise of a kiss against Akira’s mouth.  “Let me cum,” Akira gasped.  “Please, you have to, just let me touch it—”

“No,” said Goro with a smile.  “I’ll fuck you again soon.  Wait until then.”

Akira shook his head wildly, sobbing, “No, you don’t understand.  It’s too much.  I have to—”  He was still shaking his ass, trying to fuck the air, to do anything he could to release his desire.  Goro let him do it, let him embarrass himself helplessly as Goro licked into his mouth, kissing him nice and slow and soft, enjoying his own afterglow as Akira thrashed pitifully under him.

“You’ll cum plenty, Akira, I promise.  You see, I’m going to fuck you so many times tonight.”  Goro smiled at him kindly.  “I’m going to fuck you until I can’t get hard anymore.  I’m going to do it again and again and again.  Aren’t you lucky?  The person you love is going to screw you so many times you might even break from it.  Cumming will be the least of your concerns then.”

Akira stared up at him, dumbfounded and stunned into silence.

“Thank you for the graduation present,” Goro said sweetly.  “I’ll be sure to use it well.”

Akira shuddered.  “Goro.  You…”

“I can’t?”  Goro kissed him again.  “Funny, I could swear you already agreed to do anything I asked.  And would you look at that, Akira—you’re all tied up.  I don’t think you can stop me from doing what I want with what’s mine.”

Akira shifted like he was going to sit up.  Goro promptly shoved him back down.  Akira whimpered.  Goro clicked his tongue.

“Maybe I’ll listen if you beg me to let you go?”

Akira just looked at him.  There was a hint of guilt there.  Either he didn’t want to go back on his word or possibly—

—downright deliciously—

—he liked what Goro was doing far more than he wanted to admit.

“Nothing to say?”  Goro waited a bit more before sighing.  “Ah, but it can’t be comfortable, lying down like that with your arms tied behind you.  Wait right here.”

He didn’t really expect Akira to actually behave and wait for him, and indeed, Akira had managed to stumble to his feet when Goro turned around.

And he looked very guilty for the two seconds he remained upright before Goro tossed him roughly back onto the mattress. 

“That wasn’t very smart of you.”

“Well,” Akira panted, wild-eyed under him, “You do always say I’m an idiot.”

“Because I’m right.”

Akira panted hard as Goro untied his hands, maneuvering them overhead to retie him, this time with his wrists secured to the headboard.  Akira’s huge eyes were glued to him as Goro leaned over him, smiling down.

“There.  It’s a shame—bending over with your ass in the air suited you, but this is what will be the most comfortable for us both.  So you’ll be doing it on your back for the rest of our time together.”

“The rest of our time together?”  Akira repeated dazedly.  “Goro.  How much more are you planning on doing?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Goro said, beaming.

“No, you’re not serious.”  Goro just kept smiling.  “What would that even be?  The whole weekend?”

“To start with,” Goro agreed. 

With Akira’s arms tied overhead, he let his fingers play over Akira’s chest, teasing at a nipple.  Akira jumped a little.  Oh?  These were sensitive too?

“A-aren’t you getting tired?”  Akira swallowed.  “I mean, I’m not saying you can’t.  But.  I mean, nobody could keep this up.”

Goro’s smile turned dark.  Even with his arms tied, Akira was far from helpless.  The way he was hooking his legs around Goro’s waist was calculated. 

“I think you’ll find you have no idea of what I’m capable of.”

Goro reached for their belts lying on the floor.  He bent Akira’s leg up towards his chest as Akira watched in winded confusion, mouth falling open as Goro bound him ankle to thigh.  His leg lowered, utterly useless. 

“Not too tight?”

“Uh,” said Akira.

He kicked aaway Goro reached for the left.

“No, oh fuck, don’t, I can’t let you—”

Goro kissed him stupid, only leaning back when Akira was fully tied.

And oh god, the image he made like this, flat on his back, chest heaving with his face red with indignation and panic, arms tied overhead, legs no more than handholds for Goro now.  His cock stuck up red and weeping with neglect.  The look on his face was nearly as giddy as Goro felt. 

“All weekend,” Goro promised.  Akira’s hips gave a little helpless shrug into the air.

“Goro.”

Goro’s own cock start to swell at the glorious sight of Akira’s defeat.  Breathless, he stroked himself.  Yes, this was what he wanted to see.  Akira at his mercy, and so plainly loving it.

“You look so good like this,” he breathed as Akira’s eyes zeroed in instantly on Goro’s dick.  “In fact, I think I’m ready for more.”  He got out another condom.

“Ah—”  Akira’s attempt to speak shattered as Goro violated him again, mouth snapping closed to grit his teeth, then moan pitifully as Goro once again penetrated his swollen hole.

His dick slid in like a dream, and then Goro was fucking Akira again, marveling at how Akira looked like this, under him and absolutely conquered.  Watching his dick swinging around pitifully was adorable, watching his face as he felt it with his ass—best of all, watching Akira give up on pretending to be angry to start humping desperately to try to get off. 

“Ahh, there, please, right there, it feels good—"

All of it was amazing.  Goro settled over him and gave into pleasure, fucking as hard and deep as he could now that Akira was his.  Their hips met powerfully as Akira did his best to match the thrusts.  His spread, helpless legs fit under Goro’s arms as Goro slammed in and out.

“Isn’t this the best?”  Goro sighed, leaning down to kiss him.  Akira opened immediately, kissing back like his life depended on it.

Clearly, he agreed.

Akira fought for it.  He got close—so close Goro thought he would, the way Akira bucked and wailed, his insides flexing again and again with the attempt—“yes yes yes”—but he couldn’t quite get over the final hurdle.  Goro wasn’t even bullying him.  Goro kept it up fast and steady, right where Akira was craving it, made him squeal, made his tongue loll, gave him everything but a hand around his oozing cock.

It was probably nerves that held Akira back, unused to being tied up, to being manhandled and helpless.  He was probably a little scared, even though Goro wasn’t hurting him.  His usual adrenaline highs weren’t like this, were they?

Goro was the first.  Only Goro got him this wound up.

Goro soothed him with kisses and touch, the steady fucking of that needy little hole, but it wasn’t enough.  Goro once again filled the condom and pulled out with a groan of absolute satisfaction. 

And Akira, poor Akira, who everyone worshipped and begged to serve—Akira got nothing.

Akira was left quaking against the mattress, eyes unfocused, not even breathing as Goro’s cock left his body.  He cried soundlessly, his hole giving these absolutely furious squeezes around nothing. 

Oh, he was going to explode so hard, wasn’t he?  It was building up deep inside.  The next one would feel good.

He’d be addicted in no time.  That was the next part of Goro’s plan.  Akira had to get so addicted to cock he couldn’t function in society anymore.  Goro didn’t think it would be too hard, the way Akira kept reacting to him.

“That felt great,” Goro crooned, watching Akira’s hole flex helplessly.  “It’s feeling better and better to fuck you, Akira.  You’re getting used to it.”

“Goro, please touch me,” Akira slurred, but Goro just kissed his forehead.

“No.”  Akira gave a pained, miserable whine, nuzzling at him as Goro showered his face in kisses to distract him.  “Deep breaths.  You’ll get through it.”

Goro got him water after finishing up, tipping the bottle slowly as he held it to Akira’s mouth, Akira gratefully sucking it down—all that screaming and sweating took it out of him—and snacks, and wiped him down a little.  Akira’s mess was adorable, but it would irritate his skin before too long. 

Taking care of him felt nice, actually.  Like Akira was his toy, instead of a person.  Just a belonging. 

Goro knew all about valuing what you had. He planned on having a great deal for himself in the future. But he would never quite be able to forget what it was like to have very, very little.

For the moment, that was irrelevant.  This was about breaking Akira and banishing him away from his side.  Goro would rise to his full potential, but Akira? 

Akira should be ashamed and desperate forever.  Yeah.  Goro was already forgetting all about Akira.

He did take a few snapshots on Akira’s phone too, though.  He looked too good like this not to.

Oh god, Goro couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Akira’s hole had been twitching weakly the whole time they took their break.  When Goro sank his dick back inside, it started to contract urgently.

Akira sobbed pitifully.  “Oh, Goro, d-deep…!”

Oh yeah, Akira was ready for it this time.  Goro started slow, avoiding his sensitive spots.  Akira deserved to enjoy what he’d earned.  He warmed him up instead, getting Akira’s hole to start pulsing nicely, feeling Akira rocking up slow and languid and straining, mouth hanging open.  He sang out pitifully because of how nice it felt.

“Ah, ah, ah—!”

“You look like you like it so much,” Goro teased.  “That look on your face, Akira… you should be ashamed of yourself.  Look what you’re letting me do.  Should you really be enjoying getting taken advantage of so much?”

“Ah…”  Akira whimpered, quaking as Goro slid a hand over his trembling belly, stopping just shy of where he knew Akira wanted it.  He rocked patiently inside Akira’s hole, coaxing it as Akira squeezed his eyes shut, sobbing like the sight of Goro’s hand so close to where he needed relief was far too much to bear. 

“S-said.  You could.  Do anything…!”

“Then does it feel that good to be used?”  Goro cooed.  “To be given orders?  You’re not cumming, though, Akira.  You’re just getting fucked.  Should you be feeling it that much when you’re not cumming?”

“It’s—”  Akira panted raggedly as Goro kept pumping into him, nice and slow.  “It’s.  It’s good.”  Tears rolled down his cheeks.  “Goro, it feels—"

And then Goro rammed his prostate exactly twice and Akira gushed all over himself.  He howled, and Goro sped up to fuck him through it, watching Akira’s euphoric bliss transform into overstimulated desperation.  His tongue hung out, his face tight and frantic, and he kept writhing on Goro’s cock.

Goro loved this—Akira was making incredibly lewd faces, silly and drunken and panicking as his hole was violated thoroughly.  He was trying to all but tear Goro’s dick off he was squeezing so tight, every time Goro shoved it deep.  His cock got so red, actually getting hard again. 

“There you go,” Goro snarled down.  “That’s nice, isn’t it?  Look at you.”  He found Akira’s phone again, and switched it on to record.  “Come on, Akira.  Show me how good it feels!  Scream for me!”  Akira wailed, hips fighting to weld themselves to Goro’s, to hump him even faster with the camera on.  Goro couldn’t tell if Akira even understood what was happening. 

And when Goro came, so did Akira—

—only this time, not a drop came out of his half-hard cock.

He threw his head back, screaming, and moved uncontrollably under Goro, his hole squeezing over and over and over.

“Amazing,” Goro breathed, hugging an arm around the frantically gasping boy under him, pumping furiously as he filled the condom, so turned on he could barely think.  He wrapped a hand around Akira’s dick, and jerked him while he came dry.  Akira cried hard the whole time, straining beautifully under the camera.  Goro stayed hard.  He couldn’t do anything else, seeing this side of Akira, knowing he was in complete control.

“You’re so hot like this,” he breathed.  “I’m going to do it again, Akira.  Keep squeezing, just like that.”  Goro began to move again.  He didn’t bother with another condom, he didn’t care.  He had to fuck again immediately—

Dammit, no, it would tear.  Snarling, he pulled out, hurriedly stripping himself of the used condom to get another on.  Akira sobbed at the sight of his dick, still hard and twitching, ready to go.  Goro got it back in him right away.

His dick was overwhelmed with the warmth and suction of Akira’s hole, still so eager, constricting around him again and again as he planted it deep.  Goro kept working Akira’s dick.  It didn’t cum, but stayed swollen and heavy when Goro let it go.  Akira whimpered.  His hips didn’t slow. 

“That’s it.  You have to be serious about wanting to cum.  Fucking you can only help so much.  You need to actually want it, don’t you see?”

As Akira calmed back down, drooling and tearstained as he watched Goro recording him and fucking him.  Eventually he seemed to realize what was happening.  He got shy enough to try to turn his head away. 

Goro began to assault his prostate.  It seemed tender, the way Akira froze and began to gasp for breath. 

“Eyes on me,” Goro ordered.  “You’re not done, Akira.  Feel how hard I am?  You need to take care of that.”

Reluctantly, Akira faced the camera again.  He panted.  He really was tightening up, milking Goro’s dick all on his own.

“Cum,” Akira pleaded, which only really convinced Goro to hold out for as long as he could.

Akira’s cock slowly got up all the way again until it was red and swaying nicely for every thrust.  “Look at that,” Goro chuckled.  “You like it that much, don’t you?  You say you want relief, but you keep getting hard.”

“No—”  Akira whined.

“You say that, but I have it on camera now.  I know exactly how fast you got it up again, so who do you think you’re lying to?  That’s even more pathetic, you realize.  You should at least be honest about your depravity after it’s out in the open.  Or,” Goro crooned, “Do you need me to fuck you harder, so you can be honest?”

Akira sobbed, straining against his bonds, but Goro was already pounding him again.  Akira’s reactions were amazing in front of the camera.  He strained off the bed again and again, crying out uncontrollably, visibly taking so much pleasure from Goro’s cock.

Goro came again, and it was glorious.

And Akira just shook helplessly, milking him with his ass.  No complaints or protests this time, just him panting as Goro filled him up, helpless excitement on his face.  Goro ground in him until he was sure every drop had been milked out.  When he pulled out, he tied off the condom and tossed it onto Akira’s belly to lie next to his nemesis’s throbbing cock.  It was a nice final image before he switched off the camera.

Goro held him, stroking his hair until Akira’s breath had evened out all the way, only then relinquishing Akira’s warmth.  Akira lay dead to the world against his mattress.  Yeah, he would be out cold for a while, huh?  He’d been fucked within an inch of his life.

Goro snorted.  Pathetic.

It did offer intriguing possibilities for Goro discovering how it felt to fuck Akira when he was unconscious.  Somehow, seeing Akira soft and vulnerable, like when he was invited over for a sleepover, had always messed with a younger Goro’s head.

On one hand, that had certainly been the time to take advantage of his nemesis’s weakness and shatter him into a thousand bloody pieces. 

On the other, Goro hadn’t wanted to do anything that would make Akira stop looking hilariously pathetic in front of him.  It had been a balm to his wounded pride.  And it had made Goro want to curl up with him and listen to Akira snore and just.  Never leave.

Practiced at ignoring such inexplicable lunacy, present-day Goro got up. 

First, he untied Akira, checking his limbs for any signs of the restraints cutting in, gently massaging away the lingering marks they left.  Once he was satisfied, Goro wiped him down.  He found a blanket that wasn’t covered in fluids to bundle Akira up into.  Exertion had made his body temperature drop.

He cleaned himself up too, ate and drank to restore his energy, set aside a little more for Akira when he woke up.

He picked their uniforms up off the floor too, because someone was going to trip on those on the way to the fucking bathroom or something and break their neck.

He fed Akira’s incredibly annoying cat (who hissed at him) and took great satisfaction in locking it back out of Akira’s bedroom when it tried to follow him in.

And, because Akira’s room now smelled impressively of sex, he opened a window to air the place out.

Ha.  When Akira realized the window was open, he would probably panic and wonder how long it had been open for.

Then, content with his efforts, he sat on the bed next to Akira (who shuffled over little by little until he’d snuggled up against Goro’s thigh) and perused his social media on Akira’s phone.  Just because he’d managed to get into college, didn’t mean Goro was free to stop maintaining that perfect image of who he was supposed to be.

The mind-numbing and infuriating chore was made slightly better by Akira making sleepy sounds against him.

Also his hair, which was so soft under Goro’s fingers.

He really should get a move on with his plan of fucking Akira awake, but… he was comfortable.  And every time he glanced down at Akira’s peaceful face, the rabid, slavering hatred in his heart tucked its tail between its legs and insisted that staying right where he was.  Right now, just.  Look. 

Not breathing too loudly was essential to his plans, okay?

Akira finally blinked his eyes open, grumbling to himself.  He immediately took exception to the light of the cell phone.  A flailing arm smacked it out of Goro’s hand.  Goro huffed.

“You’re going to break it doing that.”

Akira made a noise like “grrhmm” and wrapped his arms around Goro’s waist, snuggling closer.  Goro rolled his eyes.  Akira kicked his legs a little, exploring his freedom.  Goro went back to petting his hair.

“How’s it feeling?  Nothing hurts?”  He was a little worried, with how hard Akira had strained against the restraints.

Akira gave a ragged chuckle, although his voice sounded a little better after sleeping.  “Nothing hurts?  My dick is going to fall off, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.  My ass,” he clarified, softening his tone slightly at Goro’s sharp look.  “My legs are fine.”

“Hmph,” said Goro, letting his hand return to petting Akira’s hair.  Akira shivered and hummed, all but purring as he pressed into it.  Goro stared down at this in disgust.  He scratched at Akira’s scalp a little to express his revulsion.  Akira melted.

“I must have been awesome in bed to earn this,” Akira mumbled.

“Nothing more than a temporary reprieve,” said Goro coldly, and then, because really, what the fuck?  He’d had Akira tied up, taken multiple sex tapes of him, and fucked him within an inch of his life?  “You really have no sense of self-preservation.”

“Oh noooo,” Akira mumbled against his leg.  “Don’t.  Stop.  I hate it when I cum so hard I forget my name.  Someone save me, no really.”  Goro growled in frustration and Akira nuzzled against his leg.  “I’m going to miss you too,” he said, tone becoming somber.  “I get it.”

Goro snarled. 

“That’s not what this is.”

“Hm.”  Akira didn’t seem interested in elaborating, so Goro used his grip on his hair to haul him upright.

“It’s not.”

Akira looked entirely too pleased to be dragged around by his hair.

Akira reached out, and he had an arm flung over Goro in a hug before Goro could do something reasonable, like throw him off the bed.

“You always forget how well I know you.”  As Goro stiffened, Akira tightened his grip, preemptively making sure Goro couldn’t throw him off, perhaps.  Or simply making sure Goro felt protected, wrapped up tight in Akira’s embrace.  “So.  What was the plan?”

“To destroy you,” Goro hissed.

“Okay,” Akira nodded.  “So, get me alone, and what?  Fuck me so good I fall in love with you even more?”

“You’re not in love with me,” Goro snapped.  “You’re in love with the idea of me.  Get it through your head—I hate you, and I will always hate you—”

Akira kissed his neck very gently.  Goro shut up.

“So, make me need you so much I couldn’t ever leave?”  Akira leaned up enough to give Goro another one of his looks, insufferably knowing.  “Steal my phone and blackmail me with sex tapes for the next few years?  Goro,” he added fondly, “You’d never go through with it.  You’d lose your shit if someone else got to look.”

“Someone else?”  Goro snarled.  “Is there someone else, Akira?”

Akira snickered.  “Fuck.  You’re so jealous.”

“Akira—"

Akira nuzzled at him.  “I have a box of sex toys under my bed that I like to have fun with by myself.  That’s it.”  He patted Goro’s shoulder.  “It was funny watching you freak out about it, though.”  Then he was smiling at Goro again.  “So, blackmail you were never going to use.  Then I’m guessing… one day, when you were done, you know… ruining my life by forcing me to bang my hot boyfriend?  You’d tell me I never meant a thing to you, and you were always using me?”

Goro snarled through his teeth.

“Then you could leave first, and hm, prove you were always in control?  Does that about sum it up?”  Akira smiled softly.  “Goro.  You know how fucking stupid that is, right?”

“I hate you and I want to destroy you,” Goro snapped.

“Okay,” said Akira.  “Counter-offer: you go to Tokyo and we text every day.  I call you on the weekends, and you visit during the holidays.”  Goro opened his mouth.  “You let me cover your train fare, because you’re not actually stupid, and you need to save up everything you can to send to your mom.  Who you can also see if you come visit your hot boyfriend, by the way.  Isn’t that an awesome deal?”

He sat up slightly, arms still coiled around Goro, who fumed at Akira in silent rage.

It was not ‘awesome’.  It sounded vile.

Like the worst kind of torture imaginable.

He finally escaped this shithole and he still—he still had to put up with Akira?  While feeling like this?

“You hold on for a year,” Akira went on.  “It’ll be hard.  It’ll be hard for me too.  You’re my favorite fucking person in the entire world, and I am going to hate not being able to see you.  But it’s not like I’m going to cheat.”  Goro’s eyes narrowed and Akira told him, ever so gently, “No one else compares, Goro.  There’s no one in the world that could distract me from you.  And I know you know that.”

Goro’s voice lowered to a snarl.  “Obviously.”

“Quit being jealous of people that don’t exist,” Akira told him gently.  “No, I will not stop talking to my friends.  Yes, you can keep the GPS on my phone that you think I don’t know about, you weirdo.  And you can go through my box of sex toys when we’re done with this conversation.  This year, we’ll mostly just study.  You blow everyone’s minds in Tokyo.  I take the entrance exams—”

“You’re not getting in,” Goro snapped automatically.  “You’re a joke.”

“Mm, but I will, though,” said Akira.  “And you know I will.  I’m very motivated.”  He leaned their foreheads together.

Goro pushed back, automatically rising to the challenge.

“We move in together next year.  You let me cover rent and take care of all the meals.  You do the cleaning, because I’m sorry, I am not dusting more than twice a year.”

“Which is vile—”

“We kick so much ass at Todai,” Akira went on.  “Everyone will know us.  Everyone will be terrified of us.  I make sure we make actual friends, you make sure we do all that networking crap and turn their own rules against them.  We are loved and feared and I don’t move out.”  His hand found Goro’s, lacing their fingers together as he brought it up for a kiss.  “You don’t lose me.  Ever.”

Goro scoffed, “Oh, that’s rich.  So you propose we just what?  Never break up?”

“Oh,” Akira sighed, half-laughing, “Goro.  Goro, honey, you friend-break up with me every other month because I piss you off about some little thing and your conflict management sucks.  We’re definitely going to fight.  We’re probably going to break up a bunch.”  He gave Goro’s hand a little squeeze.  “But if you don’t push me away, I’ll always be there.  I’ll always come back.”  He smiled.  “We can learn.  We can figure out how to not hit so hard, how to play nice.”

“You’re making a lot of assumptions that I’m—that I’d—”  Goro fumbled his words slightly, because he was angry, because he was so incandescent with the rage that this little world Akira was knitting together right in front of his eyes made him feel.

Home for Goro was anger.

Hatred.

Longing and bitterness, wanting all the things he couldn’t have, so bored by a world that had never wanted him in the first place.  Anger was a very warm thing, for a boy who had nothing.

“I love you and I’m very patient,” said Akira, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.  “You don’t have to say anything.  You don’t have to tell me you’ll wait.  But I also know,” he said, holding Goro’s gaze with that infuriating smile, “That you came up with this convoluted-ass plan to ruin my life just so you could give yourself permission to kiss me and give me your first time.”

Lies.  Goro had been extremely straightforward and only wanted to see Akira broken.

“All I’m asking, Goro,” Akira whispered, “Is that you don’t run too far when you think you need to cut your losses.  You’re worth the chase, and I’ll be right on your heels.  Promise.”

Goro glared at him.  His teeth had gritted tight, grinding together as he struggled to find the words to insist that Akira was wrong, that he had to be wrong, that Goro would never put himself in a position where the thought of getting everything he’d wanted for so long also meant living miles and miles away from his nemesis.  And that somehow, that thought made him feel like someone had hacked his chest open with a rusty knife and left him to bleed.

It was anger and hatred because that was a lot easier than just letting Akira hold him and trying to avoid thinking, I don’t want to outgrow us.

So Goro said, “I hate you” again and Akira nodded and beamed at him.  And if it was, perhaps, not the tone you would use to confess undying hatred, neither of them mentioned it. 

Instead, Akira held his face in his hands and kissed him slow.  Goro… let it happen.

Fine.  Whatever.  This was just part of the long game.  He could push Akira off him and laugh in his face later.  He’d still definitely break his nemesis.  This was non-negotiable.

…If his nemesis enjoyed Goro tearing him to pieces a little too much, well, what could Goro do about that?  That just meant he’d have to put Akira back together afterwards.

He could do it again if Akira wasn’t devastated enough.

It would be a challenge.  It might take the rest of his life.  But Goro was incredibly patient.

Akira looked entirely too smug about the way Goro was looking at him though, though, so Goro snapped, “Alright, let’s see you laugh at me now, Akira.  Bend over.”  He growled it in Akira’s ear, all teeth, and Akira shuddered and went limp against him, then giggled like he was drunk.

“Make me.”

Oh.  Did Akira think he would show mercy after that ridiculous little speech of his?  Ha.  When it came to Akira?

Just fuck off and die.  Goro had better shit to do with his life than have mercy.