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Ryunosuke slammed the door with fury, his grip on Atsushi's wrist was tight and firm. He felt his blood boil from jealosy, the ugly feeling was now comanding his every move, and rationality left his mind a while ago, at the mere sight of the were-tiger with another man. "Akutagawa-" he tried to reason, to talk to him and understand what was going on: he didn't know what was happening in the other's mind and it alarmed him; all he knew was that he was talking with a client of his agency, and in the blink of an eye, he was being dragged away by the older one, with the most outraged expression he'd ever seen in months. "Who the fuck was that." Ryunosuke's voice was menacing, dark and possessive. Atsushi was concerned, he'd never seen him like that, not in that context. The only anger he ever displayed was the one he used to fight, to train. "What? What's going on?" Atsushi's tone was as composed as it could be, but the tension of his muscles decieved him. Ryunosuke pushed the boy against the wall, his temper getting worse by the minute. "Who was that!" he screamed. Atsushi winced at the sudden noise, but tried to recompose himself, he didn't want to look intimidated. "A client from work. Akutagawa what's going-" he was interrupted by the pressure of the other's lips on his, the motion so fast he didn't see it coming. Ryunosuke kissed him roughly, his lips moving fast and desperately to catch Atsushi's, and the latter was too stunned to react. The black haired man slightly tilted his head, to kiss him more comfortably, and assaulted the man's mouth once again, capturing his lower lip between his teeth. It wasn't hurtful, but it was strong enough for Atsushi to regain control of his senses and react. He put his hands on the other's shoulders, and pushed him away; but the gesture was completely futile, for the older man got closer again and put his hand in the back of Atsushi's neck, gripping his hair, while the other grabbed his wrist once again. "As if! He was looking at you like he wanted to eat you." he said, not quite yelling but loudly nonetheless, and the frustration behind those words was undeniable. He tried to get closer, ready to attack the other's lips again, but the were-tiger promptly put a hand on his mouth before that could happen. "Akutagawa, stop. What is this about?"
Ryunosuke grunted behind his hand, the words couldn't form with logic in his head, all he could think about was the shaking in his hands and the hotness on his chest, for the emotions he couldn't recognize clearly were messing with his head. He didn't know what to say, how to explain it, but he was craving the other's body with an intensity that would have scared him if he was in his right mind. He wanted to remind him that he wasn't allowed to look at anyone else, that he had to keep his eyes on him as if he was the only one he could depend on. Mark him, kiss him, make him forget about everyone else, making him forget his own name. He tried to let out his thoughts, but the only noises that came out of his mouth were stuttering syllables and messy sentences. "Fuck-" he muttered in frustration, as he tightened the grip around his neck, and pushed him further on the wall, pressing their chests together. "I want- I want-" he stuttered, with unnerving indecisiveness in his eyes; he could feel the other's hearbeat through the clothes, beating fast. But his heart was faster, louder and he had the feeling that throught his weak body, even from afar someone could notice.
"Sex- fuck. I want to fuck you." he said, voice strained as he couldn't explain it better, despite his desire to do so. He let go of the other's wrist, grabbing the hand that separated their mouths, and pushed it down. Their fingers interlaced, Ryunosuke held onto it like he was in pain, with a grasp that wouldn't let go. He tried to close the distance once again, but the were-tiger spoke, and with the amount of reason that was still inside of him, he listened. "You're angry, this is not healthy." he knew that much, he'd been knowing for so long he embraced it as part of his life. "Let's talk about it! I can listen, if you would just tell me." he pleaded with a caring voice, holding the other's hand and matching the strenght of his grip, a messege to let him know he was truly listening. But Ryunosuke was past talking, and if he didn't act, he felt like the jealosy would devour him more than it already was. "No." he said firmly, and pressed their lips together once again, with fast movements that were not typical of him, he was never that frantic. Atsushi's breath was sharp, and warm against him, and he wanted to catch every single one with a kiss. He was once again pushed away, but he didn't back off as he did before: the younger man could only push with one hand, and the way they were pressed against each other didn't give him enough space to do so. "Please let's-" he tried to reason once again. The were-tiger was too caring for his own good, too pure. And Ryunosuke didn't know how to deal with that.
"Please." he wispered. "Please let's have sex. I need it." and while he whispered, he loosened the grasp on his neck, making his hand trail the other's spine gently, until he reached for his lower back, and pushed their hips together. He looked conflicted, like he wanted to cry, and yet there was urge in his gesture, like the one he showed in battle, when he was thirsty for blood. Atsushi looked at him with a pityful look, indecisive on what to do. The black haired man didn't want to be pitied, it was one of the things he resented the most: the sole thought made him angry, violent. But Atsushi's eyes were on the verge of surrender, and he found out he didn't care he was being pitied, as long as he could have him. He could feel his breath so close, his heartbeat, every bit of movement.
"Talk to me, Ryu. Promise me that you'll try to tell me what's going on. Please." Atsushi said softly, imploring. That was all he needed, all the persmission he wanted to hear. Finally, finally he let him kiss him again. And he was just as furious as before, just as hungry, but it felt so, so good to feel the other's lips responding, moving trying to mach him. He let go of his hand, putting his arm behing his back, and moved it to his neck again, this time without squeezing it, but pulling his head closer, as close as it could be. Atsushi let his arms out of the way to let their bodies completely connect, and put his hand around the other's shoulder, with a much more gentle motion. His hearbeat was calmer, but Ryunosuke could still fell his own beat over the other boy's, and he hated that.
As his hand moved on Atsushi's back, he felt him arching slightly, and oh, how he loved when he arched his back for him, looking for more contact. He tried to deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue in the other's entrance, licking them as he waited for them to open. The were-tiger shut them completely, by instinct, and Ryunuske felt a wave of annoyance as he was denied access; he captured his lips in between his teeth again, and bit fiercefully enough to make the other wince in pain, making him part his lips. He slipped his tongue inside him, tasting him with furious intensity, and relentlessly tourturing his tongue. His fingers moved against the fabric, exploring the line that separated his trousers and his shirt, touching the skin on Atsushi's back with eagerness. The were-tiger gripped Ryunosuke's coat at the contact, looking for support as he started to grind his hips against the older man, like he already did before, and his breath was getting more intense, as he felt his pulse go faster at every touch the other left on him. He didn't want to break the contact, his smell was intoxicating; but he didn't want to fuck him in front of the door, it wasn't adequate for what he had in mind. He summoned Rashomon, and two black stripes made their way to the younger's thighs, wrapping them so he could be lifted. The white-haired man lifted his legs, and while he positioned them around the older's waist, the latter moved one hand from his back to his ass, cupping one cheek through the trousers.
Atsushi moaned at the contact of their crotches rubbing against each other, the heat of the friction made his blood flow directly to his dick, and he felt warmth pooling in his abdomen more and more.
Ryunosuke finally let go of his mouth, but couldn't bear the distance between them, so he assaulted his neck, leaving a trail of kisses that were fast and eager as he occasionally sucked and bit on it, but never enough to leave a mark. Atsushi's neck had always been a sensitive spot: he was ticklish, and his breaths made him giggle a little each time they reached the skin, but he knew exactly how to turn him on just by messing with it. His giggles were soon interrupted by whimpers and moans when the older one rolled his hips and jerked against him, and those sounds drove him crazy. The were-tiger had always been a screamer, and although at the start it bothered him, he realized later that he was so blessed to hear those sweet, sweet sounds. He was addicted to it, wanted to hear more, wanted to be the only one who could hear them. When he heard them, it was almost hypnotizing, his body was out of his control to touch him more and more.
Ryunosuke placed his lips at the crook Atsushi's neck, where his most sensitvie spot was, and started sucking on it with force, grazing the spot with his teeth occasionally, and kept grinding. His hands were now frantically trying to get under his shirt, and the younger man hissed at the feeling of his cold hands on his back, gripping the coat more tightly.
"Akutagawa, it- it hurts." he said with his breathy, whiny voice, that was so close to his ear that Ryunosuke only felt it almost inside his head. In the heat of the moment, he bit on the flash with fierce rage, and the younger screamed taken aback by the sharp pain he felt. The black-haired boy was in ecstasy: the other's screech filled him with satisfaction and the possessive side of him was just as pleased, still wanting more of those sounds. He let go of the spot, noticing the red mark he left, and a smile cripped up his lips, unintentionally. It wasn't sweet, nor reassuring: it was the kind of smile that made Atsushi anxious, like the one he displayed when he was about to kill someone, like when he caught his prey. And Atsushi was just about to realize he had been in the arms of his predator for much, much longer than he ever thought.
"Call me by my name." he ordered dark and commanding, meeting his eyes. There was a threat in those words, the desire of submission.
Atsushi shivered at the tone, swallowing heavily, and stared right back, not daring to say anything. He felt sharp pain in his back, the other's nails were scratching his skin with impatience, a punishment for the wait. "Say my name." he repeated, scanning every word, and the younger man let out a sharp aching breath, and his eyes widened. He felt helpless in the hands of the other man, who kept taking and taking from him, and he let him do it. "Ryuu-" he almost screamed, pleading for him to stop hurting him; but the other didn't stop, if anything he kept sinking his nails in the flash. Atsushi felt his eyes become slightly blurry, from both the pain and the pleasure of the grinding, and to attempt to make the other stop his agony, he kept pleading. "Ryuu, Ryuu" he repeated over and over, whispering and screaming. After he called out his name, the older stopped digging his nails, but still kept them on the aching spot, to Atsushi's discomfort, and once again kissed him with all his might, filling the younger's mouth with his tongue, tasting every bit of him. And God if he tasted good, he could have ate him up every day, every night, every moment of his life.
He wanted to see more, touch more. Taking a step back, he recalled Rashomon, letting the other one down. He grabbed his collar, retreating into the house, as he occasionally bumped their lips together, biting them gently each time they fell apart. Atsushi's hands were no longer on his shoulder, but they were now holding to Ryunosuke's sleeves, following him as they made their way in the house, pulling him towards him. They made their way to the bedroom's door stumbling on their feet, slowed down by their own impatience, but when they reached it, Ryunosuke simply pushed the younger one against it, and kissed him hungrily, craving. The were-tiger had his eyes closed, and tentively tried to reach for the handle of the door, but it was a hard when the other was pulling his sleeve and trying to capture his hand in his own.
The hand on his collar slid down, breaking one by one the buttons that kept the shirt together, leaving his chest exposed to the cold hair of the house. Atsushi finally found the handle, and opened the door to the bedroom.
He was pushed inside and almost fell, if it wasn't for Rashomon, that wrapped his tendrils around his chest to slow his fall. He landed on his futon- he didn't have a bed. When the tendrils released him, Ryunosuke looked at him with hungry, predatory eyes: Atsushi was beautiful, with his lips slightly swollen and reddish, a trail of saliva down his chin and his exposed neck was covered in marks, with one bite mark that stood out. He himself was a little out of breath, maybe from his illness, maybe from his beauty- he couldn't tell at the moment. He kneeled, positioning himself just between the other's thighs, and lowered his head, ‘til his lips were on his collarbone. If he broke it, surely the other would have been able to regenerate, using his ability; the thought was somewhat exciting, being able to break him over and over again. But he didn't. Instead, he started sucking on it, like he did on his neck, but this time he moved slowly, making sure to leave reddish bruises on it that would stay for at least a week. The silver-haired boy was breathing deeply, trying to calm down now that he could use his mouth again, and Ryunosuke didn't like that one bit: he brought his index and medium finger up to the other's lips. Atsushi looked down at him, and at the pressure, he opened it, letting the fingers explore his mouth, licking them like he was used to do. When he withdrew his hand, he placed on the man's chest, slowly drawing circles around his right nipple, yet not touching it. He left a trail of kisses as he went lower, reaching his left nipple, and wrapped his lips around it and gently circled it with his tongue, and his right hand finally gripped the other, rubbing it mildly. Atsushi wasn't sure where to put his hands, so he laid them down on the sheet, and panted softly; he let out a whimper when he felt his nipples being pinched and nibbled, squeezing the sheet under him instinctively. He felt the blood flow to his cock, and tried to move his hips to look for friction, with anything he could. But the other's knees were not close enough, so the only thing he could rub against was air, not gaining any relief. "Ryuu" he said helplessly, asking for some kind of alleviation, but the older man ignored him and kept working on his chest. Atsushi moved his arm, trying to find a way around Ryunosuke to reach pants; while he did that, he felt a sharp pain around his nipple, although luckily for him not directly there. The man bit him hard, and when he let go, he pinched the other, still hurting the younger man. Atsushi let out a scream, squirmed under him, but to no use.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" he heard the black-haired man talk. His voice was grave, low but furious. The younger man kept moving under him, his vision was once again blurred and he whined. "It- hurts, Ryuu-" he screamed again when he felt nails squeezing the spot even more. He grasped the other's sleeve, not daring to push him away, but still clutching. "Did I say you could?" he repeated himself, not moving an inch. Atsushi screamed, his voice raw. "No! No, I'm sorry! I'm s- sorry! Please Ryuu-" he begged, with high notes that were so, so melodic to Ryunosuke's ears. Such a beautiful sound it was, the sound of obedience. He let go of the nipple, and looked at his face: he was pathetically beautiful, as a tear slid down his cheek: but he was still angry, still driven by jealousy and he wasn't thinking straight. "Good. Now behave."
He put his mouth on the aching nipple, soothing the pain with the smooth movement of his tongue, and grazing it with is teeth at some point, making the other whimper again. He decided it was enough when he raised his head, and kissed the man under him fiercely. Atsushi wanted him to calm down, so he cupped his face with tenderness and responded with a slower pace. Ryunosuke position his elbow near his face for support, and with his free arm he circled the other's waist and pulled him closer. He didn't calm down at all, instead he was more eager to devour him, taste him. He rubbed Atsushi's crotch with knee, and the younger man moaned in the kiss as their tongues intertwined. He was half hard, he could feel it through the trousers, and he wondered if anyone ever made him worked up like he did. He separated their mouths, and the were-tiger inspired deeply, trying to catch some air. Ryunosuke grabbed his face with one hand. "Say that you’re mine."
It wasn't new, Atsushi was aware that this sentence was a turn on for him in bed, but in the context it seemed more controlling than sexually appealing, and his rational side was telling him to put a stop to it, because something was wrong with the other boy, and sex wasn't going to fix it. But he implied they would have talked about it later, and he really wanted to believe that, so he did as he was told to. His voice was breathy. "I'm yours."
Ryunosuke kissed his chest, then lowered his head and kissed his belly. "Again." he commanded, and Atsushi complied. "I'm yours."
"Again."
"I'm-" his words slurred when the dark-haired man pressed his mouth against his hard crotch. The way he moved seemed too fast, too overwhelming for him to stand. "Only yours." he said again. "Ryuu- I'm yours." He sounded so good, so obedient. And Atsushi figured that if the man was feeling possessive, maybe- just maybe- if he complied to his desires he would be more tender, maybe reassured from whatever was bothering him.
Ryunosuke stopped demanding him to repeat himself, and instead, he worked on the cloth that was restraining Atsushi's cock, wetting in with his mouth and teasing the younger man. He pinned down his hips, keeping him in place, and the silver-haired man whimpered, but didn't protest. The hotness on his cock grew rapidly, and his face heated up; the older man applied slight pressure with his teeth once again, although it wasn't painful, and the were tiger moaned quietly. He felt hands grabbing the edges of his trousers, and taking them off. He was the only one showing skin, and that made him exposed, vulnerable. Ryunosuke caressed his now naked thighs, and putting a hand beneath the other's knee, he lifted his right leg, bringing him closer to his mouth and kissing it. Rashomon came out, the black tendrils wrapped around Atsushi's left thigh and spread his legs. Another tendril wandered to the closet, and messily took out the bottle of lube the younger boy hid from Kyouka.
Ryunosuke slipped off the man's underwear, admiring his erection finally free from the restrain. It looked delicious, but instead of blowing him right away he targeted his inner thigh, kissing it and leaving hickeys, some more painful than others, but Atsushi didn't object and he simply wailed just like the older liked. He was bitten once again, mercilessly, and his first instinct was to withdraw his leg, but Ryunosuke and Rashomon were keeping it in place and he could just tense up. More tears filled his eyes, and he cried out his name, wanted to ask him to be more gentle. Instead he spoke with a broken voice, words coming out of his mouth without his consent. "Ryuu- please, please. I'm yours! Please!" It was probably automatic- he knew that those words were somewhat comforting for him, may it be because he never had nothing for himself- but it always calmed him down. And Atsushi didn't want to say their safe word- no, he was addicted too to Ryu and the way he made him feel wanted. Wherever he went, Atsushi was never really desired- maybe welcomed, as he was by the agency, but never desired. And in the older arms, no matter how rough he was, he always felt like he belonged to something, like those marks and the pain were a sign of his self worth. It was terrifying to watch Ryunosuke loose his mind and hurt him, he never was so possessive and demanding, but the sensations still sent a thrill up his pine and he himself couldn't tell why he wanted to please him so much.
When Ryunosuke stopped biting, he was still tense, but the words seemingly worked, because he kissed the sore spot with tenderness. He traced it with his thumb, going in circles around it, and he finally, finally started to touch his cock, kissing the length until he reached the tip. Atsushi was panting and crying, but at the contact he felt relieved. The older licked the tip, watching the other as he throbbed and tensed each time he pressed on the sore spot, and cautiously wrapped his lips around it. He used Rashomon to keep him in place, not wanting any unwanted thrust in his mouth, and slowly lowered his head, playing with his tongue in a motion so slow it was driving Atsushi absolutely crazy. He was already hard in his mouth, all the teasing worked splendidly on him, and it wasn't long before he started bobbing his head up and down, though not enough to reach his throat, and sometimes playing with the foreskin.
Ryuunosuke could feel the man's muscles twitching under his touch, his need to move as he still held him down, but occupied his hands with the bottle of lube. At the click of the midget, Atsushi's legs spread in anticipation, waiting for a finger to stretch him up. Under him, he always spread his legs like that, eager to be pleased, and Ryu in his head had the redundant thought that he did that, he was the only one he ever fucked, he was the one who taught him to take whatever was given to him- but for Ryuunosuke, only for Ryunosuke. He'd slit the throat of anyone who ever even considered to look at Atsushi's direction.
He swirled his tongue around his cock, while he lubricated his fingers, and started playing with the silver-haired entrance, circling it and tentatively pressing against it but never quite pushing it in Atsushi whined and wept, trying to move his hips up, or towards the finger, but nothing seemed to work because Rashomon was pinning him down so strongly. He was helpless and sweaty. "Please, touch me. I'm- I'm behaving, I've been good. Please Ryu-" his voice was shaky and teary, a delight for the older's ears. But what he wanted even more was for him to loose the ability to talk at all. He wanted to make him loose every inch of sanity he had, just like he did before, when he saw Atsushi and that disgusting man- he was going to take out his eyes if he ever saw him again.
He pushed his finger inside, tentively looking for the man's prostate while the other hand was placed the base of his cock, jerking what he couldn't reach with his mouth. He found it in a matter of seconds, and when he did, Atsushi squealed and jerked his body. He hit it again, then he didn't. He could taste precum in his mouth as he thrusted his fingers in and out him, and he felt all his muscles tense up. Atsushi's screams transformed into moans each time the older missed his prostate on purpose, and his arms were shaking as he gripped the sheets. "Ryuu, I'm going to- I'm-" he said whining and breaking, and his words slurred and turned into moans. Ryunosuke withdrew his lips with suction that sent shivers down Atsushi's spine. He gave a couple strokes when the silver-haired man tensed up and his moans got considerably higher.
When he came, semen squirted on his chest, and a bit of Ryunosuke's face. The older simply wiped the stain off his face, and continued working on the other's hole, while looking at the relaxed face of the other as he panted heavily.
"Don't- touch my there. I'm sensitive" he stuttered, but his request was ignored and his body twitched at every touch. "I can- fuck! Ryuu!" he cried, when the older hit the spot with particular force. He gasped, trying to reach for the other's hand, but his muscles weren't responding the way he wanted and his arms were shaking and slow. What touched instead was Ryunosuke's hand, who intertwined their fingers together, and Atsushi almost found it comforting, if it wasn't for the strong grip and nails that pressed on his knuckles. When he started feeling pain, he tried to retreat his hand. "What are you doing?" the older he asked, with a stoic, cold expression, not stopping the finger inside the were-tiger. The question lacked inquisitorial tone since he already knew the answer, but he wanted a vocal confirmation, which Atsushi failed to understand. "Nothing! Nothing I promise!" He yelled, pulling back as he could the hand. The nails scrapped his knuckles and he felt a crack in his hand he twisted under the touch, sobbed and gritted his teeth. "Filthy little liar." Ryunosuke pulled out his finger, but Rashomon quickly replaced it. He sounded almost disgusted, and when be brought his face up close to the other's, Atsushi saw the grimace he did.
The silver-haired man sobbed even more, gasping for air at each thrust of Rashomon, and his body was starting to get sweaty. He felt his cock slowly getting hard again by the stimulation. "I'm- not" he sobbed "I'm not- lyin'" he cried again, and his last words were interrupted by his gasps. He felt like his fingers were going to break at any moment at that rate. Suddenly, his hand was released and he tried to massage the aching wound, but he felt a strong pressure around his neck in a matter of milliseconds: Ryunosuke was choking him. "Do you think I'm stupid?" he inquired with spite and anger in his voice. His grip wasn't too forceful initially, but as he went on, the were-tiger could feel the blood in his veins pumping, he found more and more hard to breath and he couldn't even see clearly.
"Do you take me as a fool? You think that by batting those eyes I'll pretend everything is fine?" With his other hand he proceeded to touch the bruise he left on his neck, press on it. It was still swollen, and focused as he was on the hand on his neck the silver-haired boy could barely feel it. "What else are you lying about, uh? The guy from before maybe?"
Atsushi tried to say something, but the only sounds coming out of his mouth were broken sounds and grunts. He was being overstimulated, and he felt the tendril inside of him thickening, stretching him out. "You were letting him touch you like a dirty whore. Are you so pathetic you'd accept any man's cock?" he relieved the pressure just enough to let the younger man gasp for air, then pressured again. Atsushi's grip on the hand was weak.
"Listen carefully: no one will ever satisfy you like I do, whore. You're not allowed to sleep with other people, look at other people, touch other people. Am I clear?" He loosed the grip to let the man answer, and gave him a few moments to let the words out. The younger gasped for air, his breathing was quick and intense, and the reddish colour of his face started flowing away. When he realized he could attempt to talk, he let out a shaky, wheezing sentence. "N-no, I didn't-" Ryunosuke interrupted him, with a harsh slap on his ass, strong enough to make the skin burn at the contact. Atsushi's erection twitched.
"Wrong answer" he stated, while Rashomon thickened inside the young man.
"Please, Ryuu I didn't-" he cried and slurred his words, panting. Another painful blow hit the same spot, and the silver haired men felt like it was set on fire, the hands blew him strong as a whip. He let out a cracked cream. "I said: Am I clear?" Ryunosuke said dark and threatening. His hands were ready to hit him again, he could feel them tense on his skin as he laid them on the nagging spot. There was too much going on, the tendril inside him, the painful blows, the commands. He felt overwhelmed, scared, aroused. He felt ashamed to be called a whore, hurt at the implication: he could bear degradation usually, but the way Ryunosuke was speaking made him vulnerable, sensitive. "Y-yes!" his voice was hoarse and a trail of saliva was dropping from his chin; or maybe they were tears, it was hard to tell.
He heard the other murmur "good" under his breath, but his head was spinning and he wasn't sure whether he could understand what he was saying or not. Next thing he knew was that he was being kissed again, Ryunosuke's tongue was moving inside his mouth tasting him, and he tried to respond, but the thrusts inside him were driving him crazy and he couldn't help but moan and messily move his lips. The tendril thickened once again, and he tentively held to Ryunosuke's sleeves, pulling him closer. He was desperate for comfort, for a kind embrace, but the older was angry and had no intention to be gentle anytime soon.
In fact, he started kissing Atsushi's neck and leaving marks where there was still pure white skin, and the younger at the contact started twitching and tensing. "Ryu, I'm-" he moaned. "Coming, I'm- close-" he said with a pause between each slurred word, not being able to talk properly. Rashomon stopped thrusting and the black haired man backed off, sitting between his legs. The were-tiger eagerly lifted his legs, presenting his abused, stretched hole to the other man and looked for support as Rashomon unwrapped around his thighs.
It was then that he heard a cough. It was small, then it grew increasingly. Atsushi lifted his head, his vision barely working, but he still caught the glint of the other's hand: there was blood on his hand. He widened his eyes in surprise, and out of breath he murmured the other's name. "Stay down." Ryunosuke warned, not even eyeing him. The younger didn't listen, and snakingly raised his upper body, reaching for him. He stuttered and could barely speak. "Let's stop, you need to-"
Tendrils wrapped around his torso, neck and wrist, and he was violently pulled down, hitting the floor with a loud thud. "I said-" Ryunosuke spat blood, but he didn't sound weak or worried; instead, his gaze was venomous as he turned around. "To stay" he coughed again "down!". He screamed furiously, and Rashomon tightened around Atsushi, who felt the strips hurting him and rubbing against the biting marks that burned. He was confused, and somewhat scared- but not for himself. He was scared of what the other wouldn't tell him, scared of whatever was making him angry. He needed to know, wanted to help.
But he couldn't talk, because there was a stripe of black cloth- Rashomon- around his mouth too, and it was too tight to make it move. He felt the same tendril roughly entering him in one motion, bottoming out, then thrusting into him. Atsushi saw white. He wanted to scream, but the sound was trapped in his mouth, an ugly cry vibrated un his throat, he could almost hear it echoing in his head. His eyes burnt. Ryunosuke was breathing heavily and watching his bloody hands, attempting to recover. "Fuck" he mumbled.
Atsushi could barely process what was happening: his whole body was on fire, in ache, convulsing. He cried so much, the trail of his tears was imprinted on his face, and they wouldn't stop coming out as the tendril thrusted and pounded mercilessly and fast. "You do as I say." the older spoke when he could. "If I tell you to stay down" he lifted his hand "You stay down." and made it land on his ass, on the side that he didn't nick before. The were tiger shrieked. But Ryunosuke didn't stop, he lifted his hand once again, leaving blood on the other's body. "I own you here. You're mine." He repeated the motion, with much more force. The cloth around the silver-haired mouth unwrapped, and as soon as he did, all the screams that were trapped between his lips. A sadistic smile creeped over the older's mouth; he hooded over Atsushi, cupping his face and leaving blood on his cheek. "I'll make you forget about everyone else. When I'm done with you, the only word you'll be able to say will be my name. You'll come to me like a needy bitch, and only to me." he made his finger wander on the other's entrance, what was wide open due to the broken shrieks he was letting out He put a finger inside of it just a moment later. "Suck" he ordered. Atsushi could barely think; he tentatively tried to do so, struggling, and ended up licking and blowing it so badly he felt like choking on his own saliva. Nonetheless, the older removed the finger, and got close to his ear "Good kitty." he praised him, and proceeded- tried to- kiss him. Atsushi felt the metallic taste of blood, incapable of reciprocating the kiss, but swallowed the mix of blood and saliva that entered his mouth. His grip on the man's shoulder tightened, as waves of heat went through his body. His muscles burnt and twitched and he started breathing faster and faster.
He came with a strained moan, semen squirted on his own stomach once again, dirtying Ryunosuke's shirt, although the semen was barely visible on the white shirt.
He looked up, at the man on top of him: he was caressing his cheek gently and looking at him with contemplating eyes. Atsushi was breathing deeply, inhaling a good amount of air, and trembling, he closed his legs, and let them fall on the side. He felt the need to curl into a fetal position, but he could barely move, so he just closed his eyes.
He felt light kisses on his torso, kind merciful kisses, then a gentle pressure on his bitten nipple. He gritted his teeth, but didn't open his eyes, so the dark haired man pressured further. Only then he eyed Ryunosuke, who was looking at him aloof. "We're not done" he said making eye contact. "I didn't get to fuck you yet."
It was true, the only thing that were inside the silver-haired man were fingers and tendrils, but he had two orgasms fairly close to each other, and it took him a moment to elaborate the words escaping the other's mouth. When he did, he tentively shook his head and tried to speak, although it took him longer than he expected. "...no" his tone was weak, almost passive. Ryunosuke raised an eyebrow at him. "I'll... blow... you" he breathed through every word, whispering and his voice occasionally cracked. The black-haired man clicked his tongue in annoyance and frowned. His tone far from pleased. "Please, I can't take it anymore." It was barely understandable for he twisted and slurred, but the other got the message nonetheless: he still didn't like it. "Spread your legs." he commanded. Atsushi whined, he didn't move, aside from some little twitch. He repeated the same sentences he told him before, that he would blow him and that he was too sensitive, overwhelmed. He felt something wrap around his ankle and he knew that the other would have made his way to his sore hole. With the strength he could manage to find- the strength that the tiger landed him- he kicked Ryunosuke.
He coughed, of course he did. "Brat" he hissed under his breath. "You know what? Fine. You want to suck my dick so badly? Get your head here." he almost sniggered, a sadistic giggle that made the were-tiger shiver. He tried to move as he was ordered to while the man lowered his pants and set his own erection free, but apparently he wasn't fast enough, because he was pulled by the hair towards the man's crotch. He felt wide awake now, maybe due to the pulling, may it be for the harsh movements, but he could see what was in front of him with enough clearance. "I'll play nice. If you do a good job maybe I won't fuck you." Atsushi's face was planted on the side of Ryunosuke's cock, not moving at all; he smelled good, probably because he sweat considerably less. But he couldn't deny he just liked his scent, in every context. He smelled like lavender, and at times like the teashop of the town, where he spent his days-off. He was brought back to reality when his hair was pulled again, and felt the older man's cock hit his cheek. "I'm running out of patience."
Atsushi placed his hand on the man's thigh for support, and with the other he held the base of the cock; he directed it against his lips and started giving it kitten licks, and tried to not yield to the need, like a primal urge, to take it all in his mouth at once. It was already leaking of pre-cum- he had been hard for a while- and the younger man used it to ease the motion of his hand, moving up and down the base of his dick. He tried to wrap his lips around the tip, watching the teeth, and bobbled his head slowly while his tongue was moving at the same torturing pace. He could hear Ryunosuke's sharp breath every time he moved his mouth and hand at the same time, and the muscles of his leg tense.
He kept going on like that, occasionally letting his mouth leave his cock and tracing all the length with his tongue lazily. His movements were clever, coordinated. He was sure he was doing a good job, he could feel the pulse of his veins and the light panting of the older man. But it wasn’t good enough, because he heard a click of tongue, and as he was bobbling his head down, he was pushed even further. He widened his eyes, feeling the need to cough, but the hand on the back of his neck was too strong and he couldn't move. His nose was barely touching the other's pubic hair and he felt his throat spreading and being filled by Ryunouske's dick. He was slightly longer than average, and giving Atsushi's gag reflex, in that moment it didn't feel good. "Pathetic." he heard him say. He hummed, sending vibrations to the cock in his mouth and felt it becoming harder. "You think this is satisfying? I want to fuck something, not a crappy blowjob." he released his grip, and the silver haired man raised his head and gasped for hair- although he was still near the crotch area, and proof of that was another slap on his face, that dirtied it with pre-cum, while since on his cheek there was still fresh blood, his dick was tinted red. "I said I was feeling kind but apparently that's not enough for you, is it? This is the last chance you've got. I either fuck your mouth or you ass, you ungrateful whore."
Atsushi considered his options, while he could feel new tears fall off his cheek- it was a surprise, he didn't think he had more tears left. He had a gag reflex, he couldn’t handle face-fucking without vomiting inevitably, and most importantly he didn't want to vomit during sex: Ryunosuke might not have cared, he was part of the mafia and used to most scenarios, but he wasn't. In the end, there wasn't a real option, only blackmailing disguised as mercy. He backed from his position, Ryunosuke let go of his hair. He wanted to lay down with grace, but his muscles failed him, and he hit his back on the futon. He spread his legs just enough to let the older man settle between them, but Ryunosuke was greedy and impatient, so he spread them even more with his own two hands.
When he felt the tip of his cock touch his entrance he tensed up: his hole was swollen just like his prostate, and it was reddish from all the soreness and the tendril's thrusting. Ryunosuke inserted the tip slowly, while the were-tiger grunted: his voice was raw, and he felt incapable of forming words of any kind just as if he was intoxicated. The dark-haired man pulled in further, and Atsushi's walls were tense- the tendril was slightly smaller than Ryu, and maybe it wasn't a coincidence, maybe he did it on purpose. He always had a purpose for what he did. The silver-haired boy was shamelessly getting hard again, unwillingly so, but the overstimulation was once again taking him to oblivion and there was nothing he could do against it.
When Ryunosuke pushed inside him completely, he was already shaking, involuntarily, and the other waited to adjust before he could start moving. Atsushi's chest hurt- although there was hardly a part of his body that wasn't sore- and he was already panting and could hear his heart beat so loud he thought his ribs were going to break any moment. "I want you to say my name." the dark-haired man spoke. "If you're feeling lively you can also say that you're mine, but" he leaned over, bringing his face up close to the other's "I don't think you're capable of talking right now, are you?" At the movement, the silver-haired man whined but stayed quiet: it was true he could barely talk, he couldn't count to ten if his life depended on it. He nodded, although the motion was more of a fragmented and unrelated set of actions, and Ryunosuke kissed him- but he didn't reciprocate the movement
The older man slowly started thrusting: he pulled out almost completely, then gently pushed inside him, but Atsushi was so, so sensitive, he let out a groan. "Ryuu" he tried to say, but his voice was raw and he ended up with a mix of u's and a's in between the moans. The older repeated the act, a little faster, and the were-tiger tried to follow with his words.
They went like this for a couple minutes and Atsushi felt his half hard cock twitching at every thrust; he didn't know whether he was doing good or not, but the other didn't seem to mind as long as he heard noises relatively close to his name. He started pounding harder, without any noticed, and Atsushi whimpered and wailed with almost inhumane sounds; that didn't stop the dark-haired man, on the contrary he gripped his hips and thrusted with sheer force, leaving marks with his nails. The younger man felt on the brink of coming, so soon and so pathetically that he would have felt ashamed if his brain could still function. He was sweating and he could barely distinguish his muscles burning from the burning of the wounds, or the heat of waves of the orgasm. When Ryunosuke pounded particularly hard inside him, he felt his heart explode, and a moment later he could clearly feel the breeze coming from outside the window blow on him: he had a dry orgasm.
The older didn't stop until he came inside him moment's later. When he pulled out, he looked at the mess he made out of the other: he was laying helplessly on the futon, breathing heavily, his lips parted and swollen, red and pink bruises on his whole body, glossy eyes and red marks of tears and blood on his face and body, and semen on his stomach and dripping out of his hole. It was a sight so beautiful, breath taking, Ryunosuke wanted to take a picture. He didn't; he kissed him instead, soft and slow.
Atsushi could barely keep his eyes open. He might have heard some praise from the other, but couldn’t hear as he fell asleep.
When he woke up, he was alone in the bedroom, covered by the sheets; they were sticky but at least kept him warm. He sighed and looked around him, then realized there was no dark-haired man around him. He sat down and looked furiously around him but saw no trace of the man. "Fuck" he murmured. He was angry, at himself for falling asleep and at the other for leaving. He wanted to hit him as hard as he could, take out his claws and scold him. He hit the ground with his fist and he screamed the man's name out of frustration.
"What?" a voice creeped behind him, He shrieked, only to see the older man half naked, with a towel around his waist. Atsushi sighed in relief. "I thought you left." he explained, but there was a hint of ire in his tone. The other simply walked closer to him, placed an arm under his knees and one on his back, trying to lift him. "Where are you taking me?" the were-tiger squirmed under the touch, not wanting to go anywhere else than in his futon.
"I ran a bath." the man explained, not letting go.
"I want to stay here."
"You're dirty"
"I'll wash later."
"Disgusting."
Atsushi clicked his tongue in annoyance. "We need to talk."
Ryunosuke looked unbothered, but his eyebrow twitched for a moment, and the younger didn't miss it. "We'll talk in the bathroom." he stated and didn't look like he was lying. The were-tiger let himself being lifted and carried bridal style to the other room, and placed into the bathtub. He knew the other struggled to carry him, and that made him oddly satisfied, just like some sort of revenge. The water was hot, and the wounds burned at the contact, but when he got used to it, he relaxed completely, he felt like he could melt right there. Ryunosuke didn't look like he was getting inside as well, he simply grabbed soap and a sponge. When he tried to reach for the younger's back to clean him, the man flinched and looked at him mad. "You're not getting in?" he asked, although it was more of a rhetorical question. "No" he replied stoic as always. Atsushi narrowed his eyes. "Get inside." he ordered. the man was dirty just like he was, and he didn't want to delay the conversation any longer.
"I can talk from here." he insisted, but the man wasn't having it: he wanted him at his reach, naked and vulnerable. "You left visible marks. I wont be able to go to work tomorrow probably. You made me leave a client during our business talk. Get. Inside. That's the list you can do." he was assertive, raw and low voice coming out of his throat.
Ryunosuke pressed his lips together. He obviously wanted to argue, but the younger man had a point and no matter how hot-headed he was, he had some sense into him. He unwrapped his towel from his waist and got inside the tub, resting his back on the other side to face the silver-haired man. They waited in silence, waiting for the other to speak first, like a childish competition they set in silent agreement. It was Atsushi's loss, he had to break the silence. "What's up with you?"
"What do you mean?" the other faked obliviousness. But if he was going to play that game, so was the younger.
"You know what I mean. Why are you behaving like this today?" the silver haired-man inquired and felt his patience running short; although they never had much patience when it came to each other, always bickering for something.
"I was horny." he cut shortly. Atsushi couldn't believe his ears, he gaped at him. "Hor- Are you for real?" he screamed, but the older seemed unfazed. "You drag me here, mark me- you never fucking do that, we agreed on few light marking, go off about some dudes I've never even looked at and make say all that stuff. You treat me like- like- a possession that needs to be reminded is yours- and it's hot in bed, but you are so needy!"
He sighed, and covered his face with his hands. The water mixed with the blood and his skin was more visible as it slid down. "Akut- Ryuu. I consider you a friend, I care. A weird friend, but I still care. I know how hard it is to express your emotions, but" he took the hand off his face and looked at the older man: he looked conflicted, sorry and insecure. "Sex doesn't fix your problems. So please. What are you thinking?"
Ryunosuke looked down, in silence. His lips parted and closed, pressed together. Atsushi waited patiently. After a few minutes, he murmured. "I didn't like it." he stopped. The silver haired didn't say anything, just looked at him as he expected a continuation.
"I didn't like the way he looked at you. You let him- he touched your shoulder and hated it. I don't- You shouldn't let anyone do that." he looked down.
"...I want you." He spoke louder. Atsushi widened his eyes, not daring to reply, as the other went on. "I want you for myself, all the time. To kiss, to fuck. I want to carve out the eyes of everyone who dares look at you I- You should be covered in marks every day, everyone should know you're mine! It drives me crazy!" he raised his voice. Suddenly he looked at the boy in front of him, determined, desperate. He hooded over him took his hands, and Atsushi retread as he could, blocked by the wall of the bath tub. "I can make you feel wanted like no one else can. You'll never feel lonely in my arms. I can love you like no one can. Be mine, Atushi. I need you to be mine."
The silver haired man gulped. He looked out of place, confused. Yet, there was a spark of desire in him, to let himself be embraced and held and wanted. "It's not love" he said instead. "You want me as your possession, you don't love me. If it was anyone else you'd feel this way. It- It must be the sex! I was your first and-"
"And I was yours. Why cant it be both? love and obsession?" he got closer, bringing their lips inches apart, and intertwined their fingers together. The other squeezed his hand as well. "I want to make love to you, take you on dates, kiss you. And I want to lock you away from everyone else to see, want you to wait for me to get home, to be dependent on me. Why can't it be both? I love you and I want you. I love you. We could be happy together, I can make you happy." he whispered.
"It's-" Atsushi looked at Ryunosuke's lips, so close and so intoxicating. It all sounded so sweet, so insane. He wanted to be wanted, desired, cared for. "It's not healthy. We shouldn't..." soft lips pressed against his: he closed his eyes, letting himself go. He was fighting that wrong conscience with all his might, those wrong desires, but to no use: he was already lost in desire, no amount of reasoning he had could fight it. So he let himself be kissed, put his arms on the man's cheek to pull him closer. "I love you, man-tiger." the older whispered against his lips. "I love you" he whispered against his ear, his neck, his cheek. He was covering him in tempting kisses, hypnotic words.
"Say that you love me too." he kissed him on the lips, tracing the entrance with his tongue and pushing away. They looked each other in the eyes, both so lost and hypnotized, intoxicated. Atsushi felt his heartbeat speeding up. "No" he wanted to say, to prove to himself he was still sane and his right mind.
"I love you. I love you so much, Ryuu."