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"Give me a fucking break. It pisses me off just looking at you."
Those are the last words that Keisuke hears falling from Akira's lips, the angry expression smeared across his face is all he sees. Keisuke can barely say a word with how much his heart squeezes in his chest, all he could mutter out was a small 'I' before he's dashing out of the hotel building. He can't bear it to be in front of someone who voices his despise. It was like a bullet shattering glass; Akira's words shatters Keisuke whole.
From the start of everything, way back to the orphanage they were raised in. Ever since that day that Akira came to his rescue—even if Akira did it purely out of his own hatred for the kid bullying Keisuke. Keisuke has been tailing him everywhere he went, trying ever so much to make friends with the desolate boy who wanted nothing to do with anyone. Keisuke was always there, even if just in his shadow. Just having Akira in his presence was enough for him—Akira acknowledging him and giving him attention even if just for a minute managed to spark a deep desire within Keisuke.
Keisuke fell in love, headfirst hard. Even when he had a girlfriend, Akira's approval never was enough—it wasn't what Keisuke wanted. It was until that moment he found out that he had caught feelings for his childhood friend that he couldn't lie with anyone. He wanted Akira, but he was simply fine with just being by his side. He could never imagine revealing himself to Akira in fear that Akira would look at him with distaste.
But now, Keisuke had made Akira hate him. Keisuke hated himself for being so weak, for being so pathetic.
Everything was clashing like tidal waves inside Keisuke's brain, colliding painfully as he ran and ran until his feet carried him back to where it all began in Igura. He keels over, hands on his knees, taking in deep breaths to catch himself. He realizes that he's back in the coffee shop he found Akira in after following after him desperately. The memory of him and Akira sitting next to one another, eating solids, and talking—it makes Keisuke bring his balled fists to his eyes and sob. Keisuke's crouched by the spot that they once sat, sobs racking through his body, tears soaking into the sleeves of his shirt as years of memories flood over him.
Keisuke pulls at his hair in frustration and anguish; frustrated that he was so weak and pathetic, he can't protect Akira with the way he is now, he's nothing but a burden to everyone. He doesn't understand how he even got this far on his own, he chalks it up to it being Akira always saving his tail—always has been Akira picking up after him like he was a dog.
He wonders why he's still even here if he's nothing but dead weight. Akira hated him. What purpose did Keisuke serve if he couldn't do anything right? What made him think that he could protect Akira when he couldn't even fend from Takeru when he snatched his tags—Akira was the one who ended up protecting him.
Keisuke couldn't stop the tears from rolling down his face as he looked back in disgust and disappointment of himself. What point was there for Keisuke when he can't even make the person he's in love with happy?
Keisuke's hail of thoughts are halted when a metallic sound echoes out through the abandoned shop, alerting Keisuke that he's not alone. Someone else is here, and he prays to the stars that it's Akira looking for him, but it's not. A disheveled man emerges from a hall trashed with broken wood and crushed cans, looking as though he's been searching for the sound that came from within the room Keisuke's been sobbing in.
Keisuke's heart halts in his chest. Fear and dread swirls deep in his gut, but he's stuck like a deer in headlights.
He's never been confrontational, it was always Akira who stood prepared and ready. He didn't know what to do, he had nothing to protect himself with. He didn't know how to fight. He didn't know how to fend for himself. He didn't know what he could do. Akira isn't here to save him.
"So you were causing all that noise, huh?" The stranger calls out, an amused look on his face as he takes in Keisuke's wet and red face. The man licks his lips, as if imagining the taste of Keisuke's salty tears and redden flesh.
Keisuke shuffles to his feet, backing away to gain more space in between him and the stranger. He didn't know the man's true intentions, but he knew Akira wouldn't trust him, so he didn't trust him either.
The strange man takes a step closer until he's in the same room as Keisuke. His eyes roam up and down Keisuke's body, a look that makes his blood run cold. He didn't like that look. "What's wrong, lil puppy get lost?" The man sneers as he edges closer to Keisuke.
Every step the stranger took, Keisuke took a step back until his back is bumping against the moldy wall of the shop. His hands slide across the wall as if to find an exit, but none was to be found. His heart races and drums in his ears when the man laughs loudly at his fumbling attempt of escape.
"C'mon, puppy, I just want to play," the man laughs crudely. One of his hands slide down against his jeans, groping himself through the denim. Keisuke can see the sick bulge in the man's jeans, he regrets looking down when the man's voice cackles sickly. "Like what you see, puppy?"
Before Keisuke knows it, the man is lunging at him with quick movements. He's too slow to react, the man throws him to the ground harshly before straddling him and grabbing his wrists. Keisuke kicks out and struggles as the man holds him in a painful grip, watching wide eyes when he pulls rope out from somewhere on him. Holding out the rope, the man uses it to bind him before repeating the action with his ankles.
"Let go! Get off…!" Keisuke lets out, his brows drawn up tight in fear of what the man will do to him. All he can hear is his heart thundering in his ears alongside the man breathing harshly against him like a mangy mutt.
Keisuke resists from calling out Akira's name; he knew it was pointless, but he can't deny the ache in his chest. All he can do is struggle against the bondage and the stranger while pleads escape his lips in fear.
Cold wind nips at his skin when the man yanks his shirt up and over his chest. Next, the man undoes Keisuke's pants before yanking those down too, revealing his most fragile bits.
Keisuke attempted to cover himself by curling up in a fetal position, but this only spurs the stranger to touch him across his body.
He feels grimy hands touch all over his naked skin, causing goosebumps to scatter across his body.
"Don't touch me!!" Keisuke shouts out, his attempt to come off as intimidating fails when the man gives a harsh laugh at him. At just the sight of the man lifting his hand had Keisuke preparing for a strike, but when that doesn't happen he feels cold fingers press against his ass.
Keisuke's body flinches away from the cold, grimy touch. "Where are you touching!?" He lets out, trying desperately to get away from the man, but it's futile by the time he was pinned back down.
"Don't worry, puppy, I'll take good care of you…" the man grabs Keisuke's legs and lifts them up to his stomach, holding them there in a harsh grip. Before Keisuke knows it, a wet slide of a tongue can be felt swiping across his hole, causing a shocked sound to leave Keisuke's throat.
"Stop it!!" Keisuke wails out, chaffing his wrists against the rope binding them, stressing his escape attempt even at the cost of harming himself. The man only laughs at him before licking another stripe across Keisuke's ass. "Please… don't!!"
Keisuke's shouts go ignored, the man only laughs before he dives his tongue into the tight ring of muscle. The cries and pleas were music to the man's ears, it made his cock throb in his jeans.
The man pulls his tongue out of Keisuke's ass. He spits onto his fingers before worming them into the tight muscles of the brunette's ass roughly, making Keisuke let out a painful whine, his voice catching in his throat. He continues to plead for the man to stop, that he would do anything else but that, but the man keeps pumping his large fingers in and out of him at a grueling pace.
The room stood attested to the situation, its' walls unable to conceal Keisuke's cries and breaths. If anyone was nearby, they would have been able to hear everything. Keisuke only hopes that no one sees him like this, absolutely no one.
The man eventually stops thrusting his fingers in and out of Keisuke, easily pulling them out after loosening him enough. He stood over Keisuke, looking down at him like a predator would a prey but with a smirk on his lips. "Get up," he demands, narrowing his eyes as he starts undoing his belt buckle.
Keisuke groveled away from the man despite having nowhere to go. Shaking his head harshly, he shouts out, "no! Fuck you!" His body trembles, feeling like a sizzling live wire.
The man reaches down to fist a handful of Keisuke's hair, harshly lifting him up to sit him on his knees. Keisuke lets out a pained gasp, hands flying up to release the man's grip from his hair but only being able to grab hold of his wrist. His chest rises and falls in panic and his head spins and aches from the treatment. He tries, even with bound wrists, to flee.
The man finally releases his hair before smacking a hand across Keisuke's face, catching him off guard and shocking him. "You shut up now, huh!" The man yells out, looking down at Keisuke who touches his hand to the place that he was smacked, feeling the sting of it linger. "Now, do as I say." He begins undoing his jeans, revealing the bulging in his boxers before pulling out his aching dick.
Keisuke stares mortified at the angry red organ that twitches in the damp, cold air. Tears begin to form in Keisuke's eyes, he had to resist from letting out an embarrassing sob as the man grabs his hair again to pull his face closer to his throbbing dick. He slides his dick across Keisuke's face, humping ever so lightly, occasionally the head of his dick catching against his lips and nose with each slide.
"C'mon, open up, puppy," the man groans in the air, his other hand coming down to grip Keisuke's jaw. "And I swear if you bite me, I'll fucking kill you," he warns sharply, clutching the hair between his fingers tighter. Keisuke nodded his head fiercely, not wanting to die by this guy's hands. Keisuke had a feeling that death wouldn't be so fast and easy here.
Keisuke reluctantly parted his lips, tears sliding down his face. He didn't even get a chance to open up before the man is cramming his dick into his mouth, his eyes flying wide open and brows furrowing. He uselessly pushed against the man's legs, trying to get away. He could feel the man's dick hit the back of his throat, causing him to choke and gag, but the man showed no mercy as he continued to thrust in and out of his mouth at a brutal pace, leaving no room to catch his breath.
Keisuke could feel bile climb up his throat and he had to push the man away harshly before he's emptying out the contents of his stomach on the ground, a few stray chunks flying about as he heaved and gasped for air. The faint snickering from the man barely catches his ears as he's busy trying to catch air in his lungs.
He doesn't get a minute to himself before the man is grabbing him by the hair again and lifting his face back to his cock. "Back to it," he says before shoving his cock back into Keisuke's mouth. His hand remains in his brown hair as he holds him in place while slamming his hips against Keisuke's face, humping into his mouth like a rabid dog in need of release. All Keisuke can do is grasp at the man's thighs and take it all, gasping for air in between each thrusts.
"Oh yeah… that's it…" the man groans out in a deep voice as his balls slap against Keisuke's chin. The whines and groans rumbling from the brunette stirs the man to keep going until he can feel his orgasm coming, his thrusts stutter before he completely buries his cock deep down Keisuke's throat.
Keisuke claws at the man's thighs, screaming for air when he realized that man wasn't moving, buried deep into his throat, blocking his airway and choking him. Fresh, hot tears stings in Keisuke's eyes, striding down his puffy red cheeks. His chest rises harshly and falls slowly, stuck in a constant heaving but unable to release anything. Suddenly, he feels a hot, thick liquid shoot down his throat, causing him to choke and gag around the cock. He tries hard to release himself from the man's death grip holding him in place. He beats and pushes against him, but to no avail.
The man above him groans and lets out a low laugh at Keisuke's struggle, despite all his struggling he eventually pulls out his softening cock. He shows the littlest of mercy by letting go of the brown hair. Keisuke pulls away and lurches to the side and begins throwing up again, his stomach heaving, emptying whatever is left over. Hoping to be rid of what was just inside of him, but Keisuke knew it was useless, all he could do is let out harsh sobs as his head rests against the cool wood floor as his breath stutters in and out. Painful wracks of pangs ripple throughout his body until he's able to catch his breath.
Without a care in the world, the man takes a step closer and kicks Keisuke onto the floor. He falls to his knees and pulls at Keisuke's legs, pushing him onto his knees and his shoulders into the floor. Keisuke's eyes widen with fear and his breath goes back into panic when he feels the man press his cock against his hole, pleading out for him to stop.
Akira flashes through Keisuke's mind, causing him to let out sobs of defeat. He wanted, so bad, so desperately, to be Akira's first. He never wanted to do this with anyone else, only Akira. This man was going to destroy him, use him, break him. Just like a toy, a toy Akira wouldn't want back after it's been used.
One last plea leaves Keisuke's lips before the man shoves his cock into him, forcing his way inside even if it meant tearing through. A harsh gasp rips from Keisuke, fingers grasping the ground for support. He can feel the man's cock dig into his guts, poking and prodding where it shouldn't be. He buries deep inside, enough to make Keisuke struggle to catch his breath and tremble heavily.
It's like being stabbed by a hot blade, slow and deep. It felt like his guts were being pulled out when the man slowly retreats his cock until only the head is nestled inside, Keisuke wanted to throw up, but nothing more could leave his empty stomach. He could feel the man's grimy hands grip his hips in a bruising hold before slamming his ass back onto his cock , making him throw his head back and let out an anguished cry.
"God… fuck… you feel so good," the man groans, he nuzzles his nose against Keisuke's nape before licking a stripe up the flesh. A shiver crawls up Keisuke's spine, he lets out a weak moan. Keisuke detested the way he sounded, he didn't want to sound like he was enjoying this, but he can't help the sounds that leave his chest. He sobbed as whimpers escape from him when the man pulls back out and pushes back in, repeating the motion in a hectic rhythm.
The man stops fucking into Keisuke, grabbing him by his shoulder and turning him to lie on his back. He takes a moment to appreciate his body, hands coming up to fondle Keisuke's chest, pinching his nipple with one hand and bringing the other nipple into his wet mouth, sucking and teething it. Keisuke cries out and struggles to get away from the sensation. He ultimately can't stop the pleasure flowing through him, the inevitable blood rush to his cock making him feel ashamed of himself for feeling the way he is. "Fuck, your tits are so nice…" the man growls before sinking his teeth into the flesh of Keisuke's chest, "…perfect bitch tits."
Keisuke weakly pushed against the man, head turned away to avoid looking at what is being done to him. He can't face that he was too weak and pathetic to fight back, he lost, what did he expect from coming here and burdening Akira? Keisuke was losing the fight in himself, but the occasional tears still leaked from his eyes like a broken faucet.
The man catches onto Keisuke's drifting eyes, he wasn't ready for him to go AWOL just yet, he still wanted to hear his cries and pleas. He lifted a hand up and strikes it across Keisuke's face to wake him back up; it did the job, alerting Keisuke.
"Pl- please stop…" Keisuke whimpers out, his hands coming up to cover his face, weakly caressing that stinging in his cheek. The man sits up and grabs Keisuke's wrists, removing them from his face and pinning them above his head against the floor. "Don't hide now, I ain't finished with you," he says with a hiss. He lifts Keisuke's thighs and move them to the side before aligning his cock with his hole once again.
The man teases his cock against Keisuke's bleeding hole, pressing the head into him enough to leave him open. Keisuke's body twitch, anticipating his moves. "So fucking tight," he groans deeply, a low moan leaving him when he pushes all the way inside of him, "god… fuck! I could fuck this hole all day, use you until you're nothing but a sex toy for people to use."
The man thrusts in and out at a rough pace, causing moans and cries to leave Keisuke. He grabs his ass in a tight grip, massaging the flesh as he continued to fuck into the torn hole. "I could make a profit off of you, sell you out to those horny bastards out there," the man grits out. The thought of the brunette being used by multiple people made the man groan with hunger, his balls tightening up. He slams his hips against Keisuke's ass, setting a bruising pace, leaving Keisuke to let out deep sobs as his insides were being pummeled into at an insane pace.
Keisuke could feel the man deep inside, it felt like he was going so deep into uncharted territory. Heavy breaths, his throat hurt with how much he was trying to catch air into his lungs. His chest hurt, it felt caved in. His stomach cried out from ache, cried for the foreign object to leave.
A confused moan escapes his lips when the man hits something deep inside him, making his weeping cock twitch and leak with precum. He lifts his head up hastily, trying to figure out what was happening, but the scenario looked no different. The man in turn looked to him with a smirk, like he knew what was happening, "felt that, huh? Bet I can make you break with just this." He presses a hand down against Keisuke's abdomen, pushing down where his cock presses back. The action makes Keisuke see stars, a horrified moan leaving his lips. "W-what…?" He lets out in scared confusion.
The man keeps thrusting into the same spot, aiming for that bundle of nerves inside the brunette, forcing moans and hiccups from him. His other hand grabs for the weeping cock, jerking it harshly in his calloused hand. Keisuke shakes his head desperately, he didn't want to cum from someone other than Akira, but he can't hold it in. He sobs out as he feels his cock twitch aggressively before cum is shooting out of him. The man continues to jerk his now overstimulated cock while still plowing into his ass. Keisuke cries out, shifting and trying to free his painful dick from the man's grasp, but it's no use.
Bringing his other hand to Keisuke's cock, the man uses it to rub across the slit of his cockhead while the other one jerks up and down. Keisuke screams out in agony, his back arching off the floor while his shoulders shift side to side, head thrashing. "Please!! No more!!" Keisuke cries out, begging and pleading. He can feel his bladder tighten in his belly where it's being pummeled from inside by the man's cock, his hips buck against the man's ministration.
Cock pummeling in and out, pressuring the bundle of nerves inside of him while his cock gets rubbed raw makes Keisuke cry and scream out, his body feeling like one huge, exposed nerve. The man above him only laughs, his impish grin staring down at him. Keisuke lets out pleas before his voice gets caught in his throat, feeling his bladder lose tension, breaking like a dam. Before he knew it, piss is shooting from his dick, a steady yellow stream landing all over him and soiling his clothes and hair.
The man lets out a cackle as he thrusts harshly into Keisuke before sheathing himself deep inside and spurting his seed into the brunette's body. All Keisuke can do is cry out in shame as piss continues to flow from his dick as the man plants his cum deep inside him, defiling him inside and out. Keisuke's throat goes hoarse, unable to let out a cry or moan. He can feel himself drift off as his dick lays defeated against his abdomen, tired and used up.
Distantly, Keisuke can hear the man say something and laugh, but he can't register what is being said. Blurry, he sees the man get up and stand over him, his dick still in hand. He feels something warm and wet pour all over him, a second layer of soil. When it disappears, he faintly feels the ropes around his wrists and ankles be cut off, the skin taking a few cuts from the blade the man held. His clothes are fixed back again, albeit wrinkly and soaked.
It becomes quiet, the sun leaving traces of light before descending into the abyss, leaving Keisuke in the darkness of the coffee shop. Cold, silent, and dark. He can't move, he doesn't want to move. He can feel everything coming back to him. He stays where he is, unmoving. His eyes dead and breathing faint. He wanted to die.
His body ached, it felt like his organs were hanging out from his insides. His dick felt like it was jerked with sandpaper. His face felt numb with the occasional pangs of stinging. His guts felt like they were twisted and rearranged. His chest felt hollow and sore. His wrists and ankles stung and cried for relief from the pain. Just faintly, he can feeling something trickling from his wrists, but he can't bother to find out if he's bleeding out or not.
The sun rises, despite the clouds filling the sky, it's still there. It's been 12 hours since Keisuke's been gone, since Keisuke ran away. Akira growing concerned, it was becoming evident to Motomi and Rin. They shared a look of concern, all they could do was keep an eye out for Keisuke. If he didn't want to be found, they had to respect that and leave him be.
After searching common neutral zones that Akira has been to with Keisuke, he can only hope that the last place in mind was where Keisuke was at. Through Igura, back to where it all started.
Akira cursed himself for all the things he said, he knew he was wrong for those words. He hated himself for hurting Keisuke like that, he ran him off and now he was gone. He could only hope that Keisuke was still alive - he pleaded for Keisuke to be safe and sound. He doesn't know what he would do if he found his childhood friend's dead body where it shouldn't be.
Letting out a deep, shaky breath, Akira pushes forth until the coffee shop building comes into view. His heart races, head growing weary. He hoped to everything that this last known place held Keisuke. The coffee shop was Akira's last lead.
Carefully, wearily, Akira treads through the trashed entry and hall of the building. He hears quick shuffling in response to his steps, he stops himself, hand coming down to grip his blade just in case this was an enemy. With a final breath, Akira rounds the doorway to face who was inhabiting the space, blade at the ready.
"Please! No more!" A familiar shouts out in fear, ducking away in a small corner of the room. Akira lifts his head and swiftly holsters his knife before dashing to Keisuke's trembling body.
"Keisuke!" Akira calls out in relief, glee in his heart that he found Keisuke. Keisuke thrashes when Akira goes to embrace him, pushing him away and screaming out, hiding behind his arms to avoid being hurt.
"Keisuke, it's me!" Akira tries again, but tone dying down when he takes in Keisuke's ragged appearance, the smell coming off him in harsh fragrances. His heart drops and he feels himself go cold. He carefully and gently grabs hold of Keisuke's arms, willing himself to not be pushed aside. "Keisuke! Look at me!" He pleads, holding Keisuke's arms away from his face to reveal that it was just him.
Keisuke is shaking his head, but when he notices that no move has been made, he wills himself to peel his tired eyes open. This embrace was different from before. This voice was familiar and much kinder. He wills his frantic-beating heart to calm down. He's hesitant to see who it is, fear that he was going to be hurt again, but he finally looks.
"A-Akira…?" Keisuke lets out in a weak voice, almost as if he was imagining Akira in front of him. If this was all in his head, he wanted to stay, to keep believing that Akira is actually here.
Akira takes in Keisuke's soiled clothes and battered face, his hands slowly release his wrists to gently hold them, noticing the chafed markings and cuts against the thin skin there. Eyes wide and mouth gaped in anxiety, "Keisuke… what happened to you…?"
Keisuke couldn't say a word, all that would come out were sobs and painful moans when Akira's fingers gently touch over the cuts and bruises on his body, the memories of what just happened resurfacing. "Please… don't touch me…" Keisuke lets out weakly, pulling his body away from Akira, curling up into himself to shield away from the world.
"Keisuke…" Akira says in a small voice, but there was nothing he could do now. He hung his head low as he sat himself next to Keisuke, he hated himself for letting this happen. It was all his fault for letting himself get carried away and not understanding what was going through Keisuke's head. Now, Keisuke was hurt, god knows to what extent.
He sat in silence, letting Keisuke sob until nothing else was coming out. He hesitated placing a hand on his back for a minute, but told himself that Keisuke needed comfort and safety. He rubbed gentle circles into Keisuke's back. "Keisuke… we need to get out of here…" he starts, concern growing with the possibility of someone dangerous coming back.
It takes every ounce of energy in Keisuke to nod his head solemnly before letting Akira help him up. Keisuke felt weak and tired, completely drained of life. Akira wanted to turn away to avoid the reality of the situation, the reality he caused. Guilt eats away at Akira as he helps Keisuke reach an empty building, he didn't want to risk going to back to the hotel and have everything ogling Keisuke. For now, he needed to get Keisuke somewhere safer and isolated. He needed to treat his wounds and get him back together. "Keisuke… I'm sorry…"