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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ダイヤのA_|_Daiya_no_A_|_Ace_of_Diamond
  Relationship:
      Miyuki_Kazuya/Sawamura_Eijun, Sawamura_Eijun/Takigawa_Chris_Yuu, Sawamura
      Eijun/Yuuki_Tetsuya, Sawamura_Eijun/Others, Kataoka_Tesshin/Sawamura
      Eijun, Narumiya_Mei/Sawamura_Eijun, Kominato_Ryousuke/Sawamura_Eijun
  Character:
      Sawamura_Eijun, Miyuki_Kazuya, Takigawa_Chris_Yuu, Kominato_Ryousuke,
      Kataoka_Tesshin, Kominato_Haruichi
  Additional Tags:
      slutty!Sawamura, Praise_Kink, Size_Kink, Abuse_of_Authority, Consensual
  Collections:
      Daiya_no_Ace_Fics
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-23 Words: 3717
****** Bottoms up! ******
by Nami
Summary
     There are other ways than running, which help Sawamura burn his
     energy.
Notes
     A/N: Written when I had a headache and a killer fever, and when I was
     under influence of a post about how writers are becoming afraid to
     write what they want – even bad, twisted, dark things which shock
     everyone.
     And this fic isn’t even that pervy to be considered shocking. I need
     to get better at writing porn.
     Beta: panda-kai on tumblr; thank you so much, Kai! ♥
See the end of the work for more notes
                                  Bottoms up!
It happened during one of their early screaming matches.
Chris was annoying more than usual, and Sawamura had enough of him. How could
he become a better pitcher if Chris refused to take him seriously?
Sawamura was practically snarling into Chris’ face, yelling about how someone
who had given up could dare to lecture him, when Chris stepped close, pushing
Sawamura away with his own body, his hands grabbing the front of Sawamura’s
shirt.
“What did you say?” Chris’ voice was quiet, dangerous.
That voice mixed with Chris’ smell, and heath of his body made Sawamura’s
stomach curl in pleasure. His eyes widened when a moan escaped his lips and he
was observing with twisted pleasure how Chris’ eyes widened too.
“Do you think it’s funny?” Chris growled – actually growled!
Somehow, they ended up with their hands in each other pants. Chris was jerking
Sawamura off quickly, pushing himself against Sawamura more and more. In the
end Sawamura was leaning against a wall, his hands practically useless while
Chris was grinding his hips against Sawamura’s thigh.
Sawamura groaned loudly and shuddered in Chris’s arms, his body going limp when
Chris brought him to orgasm. Chris wasn’t far behind; a few more thrusts and he
shuddered too, biting Sawamura’s shoulder to keep quiet, murmuring something
about Sawamura being ‘good, so good’.
Sawamura was panting, not yet fully comprehending what had just happened.
Chris-senpai had jerked him off. He had come into his pants. Another guy
touched him and… and…
“Sawamura?” Chris moved back, sliding his hands out of Sawamura’s pants. They
were covered in white substance and Sawamura blushed at the very real proof of
what had happened. “Are you… all right?” For the first time Chris was looking
at Sawamura with something else than annoyance or regret; he looked almost…
scared?
“Y-yeah,” Sawamura panted, watching how Chris was using his own shirt as a
towel.
To be honest, Sawamura had never felt better before.
Chris frowned and took a step back, almost causing Sawamura to fall – he didn’t
realize how much he was leaning against that strong body for support.
“— It didn’t happen,” Chris finally said, turning around and walking towards
the exit of the gym. “Take a bath and go to sleep.”
“Yes,” Sawamura mumbled, but Chris had already left the gym.
Sawamura slid down, his pants uncomfortable sticky, but he didn’t pay attention
to that. It didn’t happen? How was the supposed to pretend that never happened?
That he hadn’t felt good with Chris’ hands on his cock and that being held
against the wall by Chris hadn’t felt fantastic? And when Chris had come, he
praised Sawamura and told him he was a good boy… Hearing those words made
Sawamura groan in pleasure.
Sawamura gulped, his spent cock stirring in his pants. Maybe if he was a good
boy again, Chris wouldn’t mind touching him?
===============================================================================
It didn’t take much convincing to make Chris touch him again, and Sawamura
loved it. He loved having Chris holding him down when they were both angry and
frustrated at one another, when they would either end up fucking or punching
each other.
And Sawamura could tell how much Chris enjoyed it when he was apologizing to
him weeks later in the hospital, on his knees, with his lips stretched around
Chris’ cock.
===============================================================================
Once Sawamura got into 1st string, Chris didn’t have much time for him, but
that didn’t mean there was nobody who couldn’t satiate all those feelings and
needs Chris had woken up in him.
All Sawamura had to do was observe the people around him. He wasn’t the best at
it, but he knew how Chris reacted to his actions. It made everything easier.
Who was observing him when he was leaning against a pole after particularly
hard training, with his legs spread a bit wider than it was necessary? Who was
looking a little too long at his panting lips and at his hands resting too
close to the zipper of his pants?
It lead to new, interesting things like sucking off that handsome third year
senpai (Sawamura couldn’t remember his name to save his life, but the guy had a
wonderful cock and he had kept Sawamura’s head in place, while fucking his face
– it was the first time that Sawamura came completely untouched), letting that
annoying blond pitcher bend him over a sink (Sawamura hadn’t even thought about
letting that guy fuck him, but seeing how he commanded everyone on the field
made Sawamura’s blood boil; when later Sawamura had been discovered by that
pitcher in the bathroom stall, with his pants around his ankles and that
pitcher’s name on his lips, he hadn’t thought about refusing when the blond had
kissed him and asked if Sawamura was ‘up for some real fun’) or realizing how
skilled Ryou-san was with rope.
Sure, he was a little smaller than the kind of guys Sawamura liked to observe,
but he had a commanding presence and that was a bigger turn on to Sawamura than
he was ready to admit. And it felt great, oh so good, when Ryou-san was fucking
him on his knees, with hands bound on his back. Sawamura couldn’t do anything
other than let Ryou-san take him, listen to how Ryou-san was whispering filth
into his ear and then come after being touched once or twice with Ryou-san’s
order to come ringing in his ears.
===============================================================================
At first Sawamura didn’t think about approaching Miyuki. He was an asshole who
liked to make fun of Sawamura and always tried to run away when Sawamura wanted
to pitch to him.
… But sometimes Sawamura remembered  how angry Miyuki had been  once, holding
him against a wall with such force that Sawamura couldn’t escape. It was one of
his favorite fantasies to masturbate to and when he was coming on his hand,
whimpering Miyuki’s name, he was all too close to change his mind.
Yet, Sawamura didn’t change his mind until the third years graduated. There was
a party, he and Miyuki drank too much and they landed in the bed, drunkenly
getting each other off. Sawamura couldn’t remember those events clearly, but he
did remember the next morning when Miyuki had woken him up by kissing his
throat while Miyuki’s hand worked leisurely on Sawamura’s cock.
Miyuki had been laying on Sawamura that morning and Sawamura felt so
comfortable having that muscled body moving above himself. When Sawamura had
come, he had tried to arch his back but he couldn’t; Miyuki was too heavy for
him, his body too large and that realization made Sawamura almost black out in
pleasure.
That same morning, Sawamura had decided that he didn’t mind Miyuki’s awful
personality that much.
===============================================================================
Miyuki was different and unlike any other person Sawamura had had sex with.
Sex with him was fun, almost playful. Sawamura loved when Miyuki was holding
his legs wide open while Miyuki’s hips thrusted into him. His thrusts were
powerful, strong enough to make the bed move, but never brutal. He was gentle,
taking Sawamura with long, strong thrusts that made Sawamura claw at the
spreadsheet, begging for release.
And Miyuki would always give it to him, making Sawamura come and then pushing
himself up, hovering above Sawamura’s chest and jerking himself off, coming
onto his lover’s face.
For Sawamura, Miyuki never looked more sexy than when he was observing with
wide eyes how Sawamura was wiping his face clean and then licking his fingers
covered in Miyuki’s come.
Sometimes when they had time, Miyuki would look at Sawamura with  a wicked
smile and hunger in his eyes, asking if Sawamura wouldn’t want another round.
Sawamura could never say “no” to that.
There was nothing gentle about Miyuki in the second round.
===============================================================================
When Sawamura heard that Yuuki-senpai was going to be the coach’s assistant, he
was sure his chances at getting into Yuuki-senpai’s pants were cut off.
And yet, when there he was, on his back with his legs above his head, getting
mercilessly pounded by Yuuki. Apparently a few sessions of batting practice,
that consisted of letting Yuuki maneuver his own body as much as he wanted
while grinding against Yuuki, who had been standing behind Sawamura while
giving him tips were enough to make that proud player snap.
“Yes! Yes… more!” Sawamura screamed at a particular hard thrust.
Yuuki was fucking him like a machine, holding Sawamura down with his whole
body. His hips were thrusting into Sawamura in an almost punishing rhythm, his
eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He pushed Sawamura's legs even higher,
making him scream in overwhelming pleasure.
Yuuki’s hand quickly covered Sawamura’s mouth though.
“They will hear you,” Yuuki panted, but he didn’t slow down; if anything he
started to fuck Sawamura faster, his balls slapping loudly against Sawamura’s
ass. “Other people will hear you… they will check on me… and what will they
find…?”
Sawamura moaned behind Yuuki’s hand hearing that low voice filled with desire.
He wrapped his hand around his erect penis, jerking himself off to the sound of
Yuuki’s words. He knew what other people who see: Yuuki fucking him like a
common whore and Sawamura loving every second of it.
But Yuuki swatted his hand back and before Sawamura had a chance to do
anything, Yuuki turned him around, making him kneel on the bed before shoving
Sawamura’s face into the pillow and entering him again. In this position Yuuki
was able to press against Sawamura’s prostate with every thrust and Sawamura
was screaming into the pillow, almost fainting from the lack of oxygen when
Yuuki’s hand gripped his hair tighter, shoving his face deeper into the pillow.
And Sawamura loved it, he loved how rough Yuuki was with him, how he could
control Sawamura’s body as he pleased and Sawamura couldn’t do shit about it,
only take it, moan and beg for more.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Yuuki came deep in Sawamura, his last
thrust powerful enough to make Sawamura swear he could feel that hard cock in
his stomach. He came too, spilling himself on the bed; his ass was numb and his
knees hurt.
Sawamura couldn’t wait for more.
Considering that not even ten minutes later Yuuki pinned him down to the bed
again, Sawamura wasn’t the only one who wanted more.
                                        
===============================================================================
                                        
Everything was good and well until Sawamura’s third year. Miyuki had to go to a
college (but he hadn’t left Seidou before taking Sawamura for hours, praising
him for winning the Summer Koushien and taking the team to Fall finals) and
Yuuki-senpai was leaving Seidou to train in another city for  an entire term.
It was making Sawamura restless. None of the other third or second years had a
dominant enough presence for him (although it was funny to play around with the
wolf-boy) and he was spending more and more time in the bath after everyone
else had left, pleasuring himself. He was missing having someone to praise him,
to tell him he was a good boy, to effortlessly hold him up against a wall and
fuck him senseless.
In the end it didn’t even surprise Sawamura when one day he looked at the coach
and everything he wanted to do was to lie down with his ass high in the air,
begging for attention. Itwas a surprise he hadn’t thought about it before.
It was one of those early, hot, spring days and the boss was practicing with
the team. Since Sawamura had become the ace, he got used to working with the
boss, but since there were other people who could fulfill his needs, Sawamura
didn’t really see the boss as someone other than a parental figure.
However now…now Kataoka was standing in front of the players with his jacket
unzipped – Sawamura could see how the white shirt was stretched out on that
muscled torso. The coach was showing one of  the batters how to improve; the
muscles in his arms bulging while he was gripping the bat. Sawamura had to stop
a moan seeing that.
“Eijun-kun, are you all right?” Haruichi asked in worried voice, but his gaze
was as mischievous as his brother’s. He seemed to know what Sawamura was
thinking and, if only Sawamura hadn’t been fighting with himself to not get a
hard on in the middle of the field, he would have been embarrassed by that.
“Are you not feeling well?”
“No, I’m fine!” Sawamura forced himself to laugh, hoping he sounded sincere
enough. “All right, Wolf-boy, let’s go to the bullpen!”
Before they left, Sawamura could swear he saw Haruichi smirking.
===============================================================================
From that moment onwards, Sawamura’s mind was haunted by thoughts of his coach.
At first it was weird for him to think about boss like that, but the feeling of
guilt disappeared quickly. Sawamura could sit next to the coach during
meetings, imagining how he would rather prefer to sit between those spread
things, his mouth sucking Kataoka’s cock – and he remembered how long that cock
was without being erect.
It was pathetic, really, to get hard just from Kataoka’s voice bossing everyone
around the field while Sawamura was so tired he could vomit. But every time
Kataoka looked at him when the whole team didn’t have strength to move,
Sawamura felt like he couldn’t fail. So he always stood up and started to run,
yelling for everyone to join him and, gods, the coach always smiled at him in
those moments and it felt better than the best praises.
His masturbation sessions later felt much better.
                                        
===============================================================================
                                        
Things continued to be like that for next few weeks. While it was certainly
better to have the object of his fantasies almost constantly next to him, it
was also making things worse.
Sawamura needed to be told in that stern voice that he did a good thing. He
craved to be bent over on Kataoka’s lap and spanked every time he lost points
in a match. He wanted to submit to Kataoka, come from just listening to that
voice.
Was enjoying all those things making him a freak? If so, then Sawamura didn’t
have anything against being labeled a freak.
Nobody, not Chris, Miyuki, Ryou-san or Yuuki-senpai could make him such a mess
by simply existing. Sawamura longed for more, yet he couldn’t have more.
And Sawamura was certain that if Kataoka joined him in the bath again, his
sanity would be in danger.
===============================================================================
*Today Sawamura had to hide in an unused shack with old gym equipment to take
care of his problem. Earlier they had a nasty, difficult match against Inashiro
– they had won and Kataoka had messed up Sawamura’s hair afterwards, telling
him he did a great job.
Sawamura groaned at the memory of Kataoka’s fingers in his hair – would he pull
it back if they were in bed? Making himself more comfortable on the blanket he
took from his room, Sawamura slid his pants down and reached for the box he
took along with the blanket.
It was a gift from Ryou-san: a dildo. Ryou-san had liked to see Sawamura
playing with it and while Sawamura hadn’t need it in a while, he was going to
go mad if he didn’t shove something into his ass right now.
“Gods, yes…” Sawamura moaned, unable to keep quiet when the blunt head of dildo
slid into his ass.
He lied on his side, finding this position the best to fuck himself. The dildo
wasn’t enough after he knew the feeling of the real thing, but it was better
than nothing.
Closing his eyes, Sawamura focused on quickly thrusting the dildo in and out,
leaving his leaking cock for now. Was that something the coach would do too?
Fuck him slowly while holding Sawamura’s hands together so he couldn’t touch
himself?
Sawamura bit his upper lip, grinding the dildo against his prostate. He could
imagine how he would be impaling himself on Kataoka’s cock, begging for more;
maybe they would be in the bath again? He’d ride the coach into oblivion, water
splashing around them –
He could feel an orgasm approaching fast. Sawamura turned onto his back,
grabbing his erection and jerking himself with quick strokes, his hips
thrusting up. He was so close to coming he could almost taste it.
“B-boss,” Sawamura moaned, too turned on to care that someone might hear him.
In his head he was being split open by Kataoka’s cock, taken on the bed, at the
desk, in the teachers’ staff room…! “Boss!”
Suddenly, the door opened with loud bang.
“What the hell —”
Sawamura’s eyes opened wide and he looked at the door.
There was the coach standing there, looking at Sawamura in complete shock. A
nagging voice in his head told Sawamura he should cover himself, quickly, but
he was too far gone in his fantasy; those black, burning eyes looking how he
was fucking himself was enough to put him on the edge.
Sawamura screamed, his orgasm quick and hard, leaving him breathless. Kataoka
turned his gaze away, clearly uncomfortable, and something cold broke in
Sawamura’s chest.
Panting, he sat up, covering himself with his jersey.
“C-coach, I…” What was he supposed to say? I’m sorry I regularly jerk off to a
fantasy of you fucking me?
“…We will talk tomorrow after the dinner.” Kataoka said, his voice emotionless.
He still wasn’t looking at Sawamura. “Go to sleep now.”
Sawamura nodded, not realizing that the coach couldn’t see him. What would
happen now? Would he get expelled? Would Kataoka tell his parents what their
son had been doing?
… No, Sawamura was eighteen already, he could do whatever he wanted.
Expulsion then, right?
Instead of going to the bed, Sawamura turned his steps to the track. Running
never failed to make him calm his thoughts and he needed it right now.
===============================================================================
The next day when Sawamura went to Kataoka’s office, he was prepared for the
worst.
The coach was grading papers when Sawamura came in and he wordlessly pointed at
the empty chair in front of his desk. Sawamura sat down, feeling his stomach
tie itself into a tight knot. All of a sudden he felt sick; he couldn’t even
look at the coach.
Long minutes passed before Kataoka finally spoke.
“I heard some… rumours before.” Sawamura raised his head, surprised. Kataoka
was still wearing those stupid shades and it was difficult to read him at all.
“About you and Miyuki and Yuuki.”
“Well…” Sawamura gulped, his fingers nervously gripping the hem of his shirt.
What was he supposed to say to that? “It wasn’t anything serious.” He finally
mumbled, feeling his cheeks go red.
“I see.” Kataoka stood up and circled the desk.
Sawamura’s heart leaped in his chest.
“S-sir…?”
Kataoka stood up in front of Sawamura, folding his arms on his chest. He was
looking menacing, like danger itself and…
And it wasn’t a good time to get hard!
“I want you to practice as hard as usual.” Kataoka leaned above Sawamura, their
faces almost on the same level. He put his hands on the sides of the chair,
trapping Sawamura. Sawamura’s throat felt dry all of sudden. He couldn’t do
anything other than nod breathlessly; something akin to a smile passed over
Kataoka’s lips. “No slacking and no hiding in shacks again, got it? I don’t
need my best ace to get caught by anyone else.”
Sawamura felt like hyperventilating. Kataoka was so close Sawamura could smell
his cologne, could feel the man’s breath on his lips. It took all his willpower
not to moan aloud when Kataoka called him “best ace”. Gods, if he didn’t leave
this office soon, he was going to do something embarrassing, like begging to
get kissed or spanked.
Sawamura moved in the chair, sliding closer to the edge. He wanted to ask what
the hell was happening when suddenly Kataoka straightened.
“That’s all.”
Sawamura blinked. What…what was that? Just a second ago he was sure Kataoka had
behaved like…but what would be silly, right?
Painfully aware of his erection, Sawamura stood up and walked to the door. Was
that his punishment? The coach decided to turn him on and then make him walk
away in shame? That was too cruel.
And damn his body for finding it so hot.
“Wait.”
Sawamura’s hand stopped above the doorknob.
“Sir?” Sawamura said, feeling too miserable to turn around.
“I didn’t say you could leave.”
With a pounding heart Sawamura turned around.
Kataoka wasn’t wearing his shades anymore; his black eyes were burning like
lava, focused on Sawamura. He moved his gaze all over Sawamura’s body, stopping
for a long moment at the tale-telling bulge in Sawamura’s pants.
It was enough to make Sawamura whine with need.
Without breaking the eye contact with the coach, Sawamura blindly reached
behind himself and locked the door. Then he took a step closer. And another.
Soon he was standing in front of Kataoka, panting as if he just finished
playing a game. He was almost shaking with need, having to crane his neck to
look into Kataoka’s face. 
“B-boss…?” Sawamura stopped himself, unsure of what he would want to tell.
Unsure if there was anything he would want to say.
Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Sawamura decided to  do what he
had wanted for a long time: get on his knees between Kataoka’s legs.
Yet, the moment he bent his knees, Kataoka grabbed him by his arms, pulling
Sawamura even closer to himself, almost effortlessly. Sawamura’s eyes widened;
the coach just moved him as if Sawamura weighted nothing. It was something not
even Yuuki or Chris had been able to do. With them, Sawamura had a chance to
break from their hold. Now he knew he wouldn’t be able to break Kataoka’s hold,
wouldn’t be able to run away till the boss would let him.
It was almost enough to make Sawamura come.
“Aren’t you forgetting about something, Eijun?” Kataoka whispered, his hands
moving down Sawamura’s torso and sliding under his shirt. Sawamura breathed
aloud, understanding that non-verbal order very well.
He stripped.
And this time when he tried to kneel, Kataoka let him. Shaking from excitement,
Sawamura pulled down the zipper of the coach’s pants, relishing the quiet moan
it earned him.
Maybe his third year in Seidou looked more promising than he previously had
thought.
                                      Fin
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