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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Fushimi_Yuzuru/Saegusa_Ibara, Mob/Saegusa_Ibara
  Character:
      Fushimi_Yuzuru, Saegusa_Ibara
  Additional Tags:
      Spitroasting, Asphyxiation, Fainting, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-11 Words: 3000
****** Ibara Chokes on Dick; Yuzuru Chokes on Guilt ******
by mothsin
Summary
     “See, slut, this is the kind of attitude that lets me do whatever I
     want with you. I could split you in half right now, and your friend
     here would watch without saying a word.”
     (Military Yuzubara)
Notes
     I'm sorry this is a rewrite/reupload because I'm a wussyboi who can't
     stand their own writing but I also couldn't bear deleting it for good
     because I'm committed to creating content for this ship.
     Originally written on 11/11/17 and revised on 18/03/18 with 56% more
     detail and somewhat of an ending.
See the end of the work for more notes
Yuzuru stood in front of his superior’s office door, one hand raised, unsure if
he should knock. He could hear muffled sounds coming from the other side,
sounds that he wasn’t unfamiliar with, and that was exactly why he hesitated.
He could make out two distinct voices: a low, rough voice that belonged to his
superior, and a higher, boyish one that only got higher the longer Yuzuru
listened.
He clutched the file in his other hand tighter. The report he was carrying had
to be delivered today and it was already the later hours of the evening. He
weighed his options: He could slip the file under the door and leave, but then
it would be obvious that he knew what was going on behind the closed door and
was too much of a coward to intervene. Maybe it was foolish of him to even
think that he could do anything. Still, if he didn’t even try, how would he
later face the boy that was the closest thing he had to a friend in this
hostile environment that both of them were stuck in.
He waited a couple more minutes. Until he heard a particularly sharp cry that
made him wince in sympathy. It was now or guilty conscience later.
He knocked.
The sounds stilled. After a second of silence, a gruff voice barked “Come in!”
and Yuzuru entered, closing the door behind him and hoping for the best.
The scene that greeted Yuzuru wasn’t too far off from what he had imagined he
would be met with.
The first thing that caught his eye was the dull red of Ibara’s hair that was
still by far the brightest hue in the drab room. He was bent over their
superior’s desk, chest flat against the surface, hands held behind his back and
legs spread to accommodate the older man who was, from what Yuzuru was able to
see before he averted his gaze, was fully sheathed in Ibara.
Despite making him feel sick in his stomach, the sight was hardly surprising.
Both in the sense that he was expecting such a scene when he entered the room,
and in the sense that it was almost a daily routine for Ibara to bend over for
this officer or that one. When Yuzuru had first heard about it, he was equally
disgusted and concerned. Perhaps his concern was rooted in empathy for the
other teen. However, the one thing he couldn’t relate to was how Ibara loved
being manhandled by men twice his age, by men that he knew nothing about and
men who treated him like a disposable toy.
Of course, Yuzuru had tried to help at first. He had tried talking to his
friend, explain that what he is doing is effectively self-harm, and if what he
desires is being dominated, that there are safer options. He had left the bit
about how he would love to show those options to Ibara, unsaid. Ibara had
refused to listen, saying that he didn’t want to play make-believe and that it
was pointless if he had an easy way out. After a while, Yuzuru had given up on
trying to help the other boy, who clearly didn’t want it anyway.
“Are you going to stand there all day, boy? Get on with it!” barked the
officer, reminding Yuzuru of the situation he was in. The older man clearly had
no problem with being seen in such a state, not even bothering to cover
himself. Yuzuru peeled his eyes from the ground and forced himself to look at
the man in the eyes.
“Sir, I brought the reports fromー” The rest of his sentence got stuck in his
throat when the officer grabbed a fistful of Ibara’s hair, yanking him upright
and speaking in his ear without breaking eye contact with Yuzuru,
“See, slut, this is the kind of attitude that lets me do whatever I want with
you. I could split you in half right now, and your friend here would watch
without saying a word.”
Yuzuru couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as the man continued,
“Fushimi, was it? Are you enjoying the view?” The man let go of Ibara’s wrists
and reached the same hand to his chest, dragging his calloused fingers across
Ibara's bruised, scarred, but still much softer skin. He stopped when he came
to a nipple and sharply tugged at it, making Ibara hiss as he arched his back
into the touch.
Yuzuru bit his lip, wondering if the man could possibly be expecting an answer.
Before he could open his mouth, Ibara reached one of his hands to the officer’s
face, lightly scratching his stubble to get his attention.
“What is it, pet? Use your words.” The man turned to Ibara, giving him
permission to speak.
“Sir, may I be so bold to request permission to show him how well you have
trained me?” Ibara’s voice was hoarse but despite his wording, Yuzuru could
tell that he didn’t truly fear the man.
“That was awfully forward of you, pet.” The man tightened his grip on Ibara’s
hair, making him gasp. “But I will allow it. Let’s see if you will be able to
do a good enough job to make him come back for seconds.” He turned his gaze to
Yuzuru,
“Tell me, boy, would you like to have a hands-on experience?” The man had
phrased it like an offer but Yuzuru was certain that refusing wouldn’t end well
for him.
Leaving the file he had been clutching in his hand on the nearest surface he
could find, Yuzuru approached the desk. He wasn’t sure if he had permission to
acknowledge Ibara, so he opted to ignore him for the time being and waited to
receive his orders. It wasn’t ideal but it was the safest course of action to
take for both of their sakes, Yuzuru thought.
At this distance, he could easily see the bruises that littered Ibara’s chest,
neck and arms. There were abrasions on his wrists that suggested that, at one
point, he had been bound with something that wasn’t meant to be used for that
purpose. Before he could get to the tear stained cheeks and the swollen lips,
Ibara was flipped around and roughly dropped on the desk, his head hanging down
from the edge. He let out a yelp as the officer slammed back into him without a
warning. Yuzuru noticed how quickly Ibara adjusted to the intrusion and wiggled
his hips in a way that almost looked playful.
“Lovely little thing, isn’t he?” The man began thrusting into Ibara, “He loves
it when I toss him around like this."
Ibara was letting out small whines with each thrust that Yuzuru was so
desperately trying to ignore. Screams were one thing, but he couldn’t help
getting turned on by the softer sounds Ibara made when they sounded so much
like those that he heard on nights when Ibara visited him on the lower bunk of
their bed and their hushed gasps mixed with each other until they fell asleep
in each other’s arms.
Seeing how Yuzuru was getting more and more uncomfortable by the situation, the
officer leaned in,
“You know what he loves even more?” He planted one hand behind Yuzuru’s neck
and pulled him closer. Yuzuru held his breath, expecting to be kissed. Instead,
the man bared his teeth into something vaguely resembling a grin,
“Getting choked on cock.” He sneered. Despite himself, Yuzuru felt his own
twitch at the obscene remark.
“Go on, try it for yourself!” The man let go of Yuzuru’s neck and reached to
cup Ibara’s jaw, forcing his already parted lips wide open with a thumb, “I
must give it to him, he’s pretty good at it!"
Supposing that it wouldn’t be wise to delay carrying out a direct order, Yuzuru
hesitantly reached for the belt on his uniform as he watched Ibara eagerly suck
on the thumb invading his mouth. The officer retreated his hand when he saw
Yuzuru pull his underwear down to his thighs to take out his half hard dick.
Ibara, having his hands released a while ago, immediately reached for the belt
dangling in front of his face to pull Yuzuru closer. Yuzuru took a second to
remove Ibara’s glasses, wondering how they haven’t been knocked off by all the
rough treatment the boy received.
However, he couldn’t dwell on that thought for long when Ibara wrapped his lips
around his dick and started working him to full hardness. It was an awkward
angle and although he was doing a very sloppy job if it, Ibara didn’t seem to
have much difficulty sucking on him, letting drool trickle down his lips as he
thoroughly coated Yuzuru.
“You are a cruel one, boy! Look at how desperate he is to take it all in. Help
the poor thing, will you.” Their superior commanded as he kept pounding into
Ibara. Probably. Yuzuru didn’t really feel like watching what the older man was
doing.
Yuzuru put his hands on either side of Ibara’s head, trying to be as gentle as
possible when he gave an experimental thrust, and received a muffled moan in
response. He slowly pulled back and thrust forward a second time, hitting the
back of Ibara’s throat. As he was expecting, he was met with little resistance.
He gave Ibara a moment to adjust before pushing past the narrow ring of his
throat. It took him every last bit of self-control to not buck his hips forward
when he felt Ibara’s throat constrict. Ibara was probably doing his best to
fight his reflexes but, judging from the sounds he was making, he wasn’t all
that uncomfortable. Either that or he is so used having his face fucked, he is
enjoying it. Yuzuru thought to himself.
Gradually, Yuzuru’s thrusts started becoming deeper and more forceful, making
Ibara let out groans with each thrust that made it sound like he was happily
choking. It had felt wrong at first, to be using his friend like this but as he
kept fucking into the mouth so eagerly sucking on him, he found it more and
more difficult to listen to his conscience. Ibara wanted this. How was Yuzuru
at fault for giving him what he wanted?
Then, those thoughts also left his mind as he felt himself getting closer to
the edge. The warmth of Ibara’s mouth, the tightness of his throat, the
vibrations from the groans he was making all felt wonderful. Yuzuru’s thrusts
started to become more erratic and he gave up on trying to keep his eyes open.
Had he not closed them, he might have noticed Ibara trying to reach for his
hips as he, this time literally, choked.
So far Ibara had been successful in taking enough air through his nose to not
pass out but as Yuzuru’s thrusts became more irregular, coupled with the fact
that he was still being pounded into by his superior, he found it increasingly
more difficult to breathe. He tried reaching for Yuzuru’s hips, hoping to get
the boy to slow down a little but he was starting to get light-headed, and he
noticed that he was having difficulty even raising his arms. This wasn’t good.
His heartbeat was rapidly increasing, and the longer he went without oxygen,
the tighter the coil in his stomach wound. Slow down, Ibara wanted to say. I’m
going to… please, I can’t… not yet…
Darkness was spreading from the corners of Ibara’s vision. Through the
fogginess of his mind, he felt Yuzuru’s hips still as his cum shot down his
abused throat. In his oxygen-deprived state, Ibara briefly forgot where he was
and why he was trying so hard to hold back. He ended up following quickly after
Yuzuru, thrashing around on the desk, equally from the intensity of his orgasm
and in a desperate attempt to get air into his burning lungs. He faintly felt
cum splattering on his stomach before his vision and mind went completely
blank.
After his head cleared up from the high of his orgasm, Yuzuru felt panic wash
over him when he noticed how slack Ibara’s jaw felt. He quickly pulled out,
smearing cum on Ibara’s parted lips. He instinctively put his palm over Ibara’s
nose to check if he was breathing. He was relieved when he felt a weak exhale
of breath hit his hand.
Yuzuru lifted his head and looked at his superior with guilt and fear in his
eyes. He never meant to take it this far, and now he didn’t know what to do. He
was half expecting the man to be angry with him, as if he had trusted Yuzuru
with his toy and Yuzuru broke it. Instead, the man looked… amused?
“I didn’t think you would be this enthusiastic to take advantage of your friend
like this, Fushimi! You must really despise him!” He let out a roaring
laughter.
Yuzuru winced at the comment. No, you are mistaken. He wanted to protest. I
didn’t mean to, not like this.
Before Yuzuru could voice his thoughts, he saw the man reach a hand forward and
grab Ibara by his hair to pull the boy’s limp body toward himself. Unsure if he
should be alarmed, Yuzuru waited for the man to make a move. He wasn’t
expecting him to pull Ibara into a rough kiss, or Ibara to wheeze as he pushed
himself away from the man to take in a deep breath.
Yuzuru had never felt this relieved to hear someone cough like they were trying
to spit their lungs out. His relief was short-lived, however, as the officer
raised a hand and struck Ibara with enough force to knock him back onto the
desk.
“This is for pulling away while I was kissing you. As for coming before you
were…"
Yuzuru could see the man’s mouth moving but couldn’t hear what he was saying
over the ringing in his ears. His face burned with anger, yet he couldn’t do
anything but watch as the older man reached for Ibara’s neck and squeezed down,
hips still relentlessly ramming into the boy. Ibara’s face was slowly starting
to get as red as his hair.
Ibara weakly clawed at the desk. So many things hurt all at once. His face
still stung from the blow, the man’s fingers were crushingly tight around his
neck and each brush against his oversensitive prostate made him writhe in pain.
Just as he was starting to get dizzy again, the man let go of his neck and
released deep inside Ibara.
When Yuzuru heard Ibara take a deep breath, so did he.
“Please… Enough… Stop…” Yuzuru didn’t know if his voice sounded distant because
of the ringing in his ears or if it truly did come out as a whimper. With how
tears streamed down his cheeks, it could be either. Possibly both.
“Stop? Isn’t it a little too late to be begging now? I'm done, boy.” The
officer pulled out of Ibara. He tucked himself back in, adjusted his uniform
and made his way towards the door.
“Take him to the infirmary, will you?" He gave Yuzuru’s head a pat as if he was
petting a dog, "I want him patched up by next time.” He took the file Yuzuru
had brought and left the office.
As soon as Yuzuru heard the door click, he fell to his knees, unsure what it
was that he was feeling. It wasn’t guilt. He didn’t feel guilty, he was guilty.
He still felt a burning anger, but now that the pig was gone, there wasn’t
anyone he could direct it to. He couldn’t possibly be angry at his friend.
Himself was a better candidate for that. However, that could wait until the
later hours of the night. Right now he had to get Ibara to the relative safety
of their shared room.
He got up to his feet and fixed his clothes before walking over to the desk.
Ibara was sprawled on the hard surface, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat
and bruises of differing severities. His face and neck had got the worst of it,
deep red blotches covered his neck and the cheek that he was hit on. Yuzuru
also noticed a trickle of blood creeping down Ibara's chin from where his lip
was split on the same side of his face. Yuzuru’s eyes trailed lower, to Ibara’s
stomach covered in his own cum, now long dried and flaking off.
Noticing Yuzuru’s presence, Ibara cracked his eyes open and weakly shifted in
his place, one hand reaching up to brush his hair away from his face.
“Enjoying the view?” Ibara’s voice was barely a whisper but he somehow found
the energy to spread his legs wider, showing off the cum leaking from his
abused hole.
“You are awful.” Yuzuru looked into Ibara’s eyes in disbelief.
“I feel awful.” Ibara coughed dryly. “Don’t you dare take me to the infirmary."
Yuzuru didn’t reply, instead opting to collect the pieces of Ibara’s uniform
scattered around the floor.
“I suppose you can’t walk?” Yuzuru pulled Ibara up to dress him.
“I’m not sure if I can even stand up. Looks like you are going to have to carry
me again~” Ibara tried to singsong as much as his croaky voice allowed.
“Do you ever consider the possibility that one day I may not be there to you
pick you up and piece you back together? What happens if we get separated and
you end up in a foreign land?” Yuzuru sighed, finishing dressing Ibara. He was
far from looking neat but at least he could pass as fell down a flight of
stairs, sir if anyone asked.
“Then I’m just going to have to get to know the right people and pull the right
strings to get us back together.” Ibara pressed his face into Yuzuru's chest
and let himself be carried outside the office.
End Notes
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