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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Fukutomi_Juichi
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Fukutomi_Juichi
  Additional Tags:
      Collars, Blindfolds, Dom!Arakita, Sub!Fukutomi, i_bet_you_didn't_see_this
      coming..., i'm_a_shit_person_omfg, PWP, Anal_Sex, This_is_Arakita_before
      we_knew_he_was_a_loud_mouth, when_he_had_the_long_ass_hair, and_looked
      really_creepy, this_was_really_cute_and_then_something_happened, Oh_god,
      implied_-_Freeform, fukukin, shinfuku
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-03-11 Words: 2265
****** Love Me Like You Love Bikes ******
by Definition
Summary
     Fukutomi wasn't really a type to get tied up himself as for him tying
     other was his preference but the past few nights Arakita has been
     acting quieter than usual.
Notes
     wow, i'm just tired but I managed to write the fic. yay. for ithnyans
     for drawing that picture
     well, this is a sub!fuku fic... and really masochist dom!ara. I don't
     know what's wrong with me.
     this is un-beta'd so there'll be a lot of mistakes and i'm really
     tired so it'll be badly written. sorry
See the end of the work for more notes
It was strange, even for Arakita who's been shouting loud words during
practice, and cursing at various team members, snarling at everyone who gave up
after a hour or so. The atmosphere was heavier than usual without the constant
yelling but it was nice, or that's what Fukutomi thought. This could actually
help him focus more, keeping him concentrated on the will of endurance and
willpower. He bit down on his lower lip as he wiped the sweat dripping down his
face. The timer went off, as it marked down the two hour mark and the end of
their practice for the day. Team members whimpered as they detached themselves
from the rollers and finally walk on two feet. And of course he didn't budge.
He kept going, kept these pedals moving because as he said before 'one can not
achieve victory until they gave their full devotion'. Everyone seemed to leave,
one by one, as he gave a little wave to Toudou who seemed to busy on the phone
and Shinkai who passed a power-bar then patting him on the back. Fukutomi felt
in peace. Of course he was tired, exhausted to a point that he might faint but
he is strong. Just a hour more to go. The stillness of the club room did not
help Fukutomi's argues to walk away as he mentioned before that he is afraid of
'supernatural beings' but his passion and devotion will keep him strong. But
the gears of the bike relaxed, the pedals hitting against the rollers and the
wheels turning with him in command, and the way he felt as if he could feel
himself getting better.
"Hey, Fuku-chan. Everyone already left." Fukutomi flinched, stunned that there
was someone else in the room. His bike swerved a bit, unable to keep up with
the pace he was going on before. The rollers caught onto one of the wheels,
retracting it, then stopped the cyclist completely causing him to tip over and
fall. Fukutomi fell on his knees, unable to balance himself no longer and the
bike tumbling down with him.
"Fuku-chan.. You should be more careful.." Arakita's usual loud voice was
replaced with a monotonous tone, and that's what caught him off guard. Fukutomi
grumbled, slowly detaching his cleats from his pedals, then carefully picked
himself up. "Oh, you're bleeding." He stared down at the bruised marks as blood
began to drip down Fukutomi's leg. Fukutomi looked down to see blood oozing and
the pain was bearable but there was a little sting to it but it was no real
bother. "Let's go back to my room. I have some vaccines and bandages." He
wavered, pressing his hands deeper into his Hakogaku's jacket uniforms.
"No worries. I have some in my room." Fukutomi retorted, slightly embarrassed
he fell in front of someone who he constantly reminded to be careful. He patted
out his practice jersey, picking up the bike to place away to the racks. He
huffed, considering the bruising but managed to put the bike away properly. He
looked over to see if the other bikes where carefully placed but Arakita's bike
not there. 'He must be training outside of the club.' Fukutomi mentally smiled
but kept a straight face as usual. He forgot the question that was handle him
beforehand until Arakita spoke up.
"My room is closer. Is it not?" True. Arakita's room was just a hall away from
Fukutomi's but it was closer in distance so it would be a smarter choice to
make. Fukutomi responded with a nod, gesturing Arakita to lead the way. It was
a 3 or so minute walk but the way there was silent. Arakita slouching over like
usual but this time it wasn't him babbling how much Fukutomi made him work and
how much he pushed Arakita though he never did hate it himself. Arakita
stopped, fumbling his pockets to find his dorm keys and once he found it, he
pushed the door open then waited out, implying for Fukutomi to go in first. He
sat down on the chair, respectfully but was promptly moved by Arakita saying,
"It's uncomfortable sitting down on that stupid ass chair, sit on the bed." Ah,
there that language. Maybe Arakita was just tired.
"Restain yourself from using foul language Arakita." Fukutomi crossed his arms,
though he did miss it. "Yeah, yeah." Arakita fumbled through the drawers and it
was an unnecessary amount of seconds it took Arakita to get ready. "Okay."
Arakita stood up, hiding the bag of supplements inside a little black bag that
seemed to be to big for just medical equipment. "Let me help wash out the
blood." Fukutomi flushed because never has he thought that Arakita would be
this kind. Of course there was the time where Arakita suddenly called Fukutomi
"Fuku-chan" and the time that he spent extra hours on him the rollers. Maybe
the time where..
"Fuku-chan?" Arakita snapped Fukutomi back to the little re-run of past
experiences of Arakita being 'sweet'. "Can you turn around for me? You have
something on your back.." Fukutomi narrowed his eyebrows, looking genuinely
confused but still listened. He turned around, facing the wall that had a
little photo were it was Arakita winning his first race with him. A picture of
Arakita pumping his fists into the air, achieving the victory Fukutomi wanted
for him. He smiled, unable to contain how much he appreciated the moment. But
all that 'cuteness', all that 'feelings' were taken away by one piece of black
cloth.
"Arakita! Wha-"
"Shhh, Fuku-chan. Just let me do the work. Let me make up feel good." Arakita
covered Fukutomi's mouth with his fingers, silencing the questioned man.
Millions of ideas raced in Fukutomi's head like the faithful day he pulled on
that jersey but this was different. Betrayal? No. Fukutomi wasn't really a type
to get tied up himself as for him tying other was his preference but the past
few nights Arakita has been acting quieter than usual. Maybe this was why. "I
just want to try something with you.." Fukutomi felt his heart fluttered. He
flushed a bright red but it was invisible to Arakita's perspective. Even if
this was pretty embarrassing even for him, he did have a thing for Arakita,
even if he never did admit it, it was obvious he had an interest in the wild
kind that he domesticates.
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"Shit!" Arakita used one hand to guide his way into Fukutomi and the other to
hold down his waist. Fukutomi only grunted, stuffing his face into the pillow
to discard any noises in general. "Oh god- Can you feel this?" Arakita moaned
out as he pick up the chain that was abandon earlier then yanked it back
causing the blonde to cough up and choke on his own saliva. His back was arched
backwards, curving his back as Arakita caressed his back with his fingertips.
Fukutomi shuttered, flinching the cold nails digging against his dorsal
muscles. Arakita shifted, leaning closer to Fukutomi's neck and began to suck
as if he was a starving animal. He bit hard, hard enough to draw blood and the
injures weren't making it easy. He thrusted in and out, panting hard against
Fukutomi's neck as he gripped tighter jerking Fukutomi's back even further
back.
"Mhf-" Fukutomi coughed back, unable to move with no leverage on his side as
his hands were bounded and no vision to aid him. Fukutomi groaned, twitching
under Arakita as if he was the pet.
"Ha, ha-" Arakita huffed, "Oh god. You're so tight. Have you never been fucked
before?" Fukutomi stood still, unable to process the pleasure or the pain of
all this. It took Fukutomi a few seconds until he realized Arakita completely
stopped. His cock pressed deep in him but it just stayed there as if it had no
purpose. "Answer me Fuku-chan. Did anyone fucked you before?" Arakita tugged
the chain, pulling his back even further, arching it until his head met
Arakita's shoulder. "Tell me. Was it Kinjou?" Fukutomi stayed still, unable to
answer him without an idea of what he might do to him. His back was in a lot of
pain like if someone was ripping your muscles out, but even though, Arakita
yanked the collar even harder. Fukutomi coughed out, unable to sustain the pain
of his back bending in just degree and the angle of him unable to breath
properly. "Was it Shinkai, your childhood friend?" Arakita grabbed the side of
Fukutomi's waist, thrusting in hard and on reflex Fukutomi whimpered at a point
he wasn't even trying to hide it. "Shh, remember. You can't wake up your other
next door neighbors. So tell me Fuku-chan." Arakita let the leash go, leaving
Fukutomi to immediately dropped back on to the pillow. He drooled out, panting
like a dog, begging his lung to access more air quicker. "Tell me."
"B-both..." Fukutomi managed to cough out. "Both..." Arakita mummered, it was
silent until he bent over to Fukutomi's ear then whispered in a malicious tone,
"then I guess I have to be twice as harder and better." Even if couldn't see,
his eyes dilated and he froze in a second's flash.
"Wait-" There was no waiting. There was no preparations. Not for Arakita. He
need to be the best. He had to lust and the driven motivation to do so. So he
did. He grabbed onto Fukutomi's waist, leaving the leash once more then rammed
himself in so hard that Fukutomi couldn't hold it in.
"AH!" Fukutomi groaned but he caught himself by shoving his face into the
pillow to muffled the noises he was making. What is someone in the next room
hears him? A captain being fucked by his domestique, how embarrassing. But it
wasn't as if Arakita was hiding it. He half-laughed, laughing how childish he
sounded but he strives to be Fukutomi's equal. He need to fulfillment of
it. "Come on Fuku-chan. Everyone knows we're fucking. Call out for me." Arakita
thrust harder, increase the pace of his thrusts and went faster and faster.
"Ara- Arakita!" Fukutomi moaned out, even if everyone knew, he had to be quiet.
He just had too.
"Fuku-chan, you're dripping so much.." Arakita placed his hand against
Fukutomi's cock just to see if he came yet. Instead of touching him, he brought
his hand back to his back then smeared it across Fukutomi's back.
"Mmf-" Fukutomi grumbled as he felt the stickiness of his own pre-cum on his
back. He felt disgusting. He felt as if he was not the strong one. He felt
weak.
"Ha- I'm so close Fuku-chan..." He grunted then an idea struck him. He can't
have this moment forever but he can have something else. He was tired, but his
bitter-self got over him. He grabbed Fukutomi's thigh, twisting him so his back
was back and he was facing him. Fukutomi moaned, panting but the way he was
twisting in him was painful. It took both of them some time until Arakita gain
self-control and once he did, he reached over to his desk and got his phone. He
was fiddling with his phone, opening the camera app then flashed it out
Fukutomi. He pressed play, recording the details of Fukutomi's body. The way he
heaves for breath and how his muscles flex. The way his jaw is dropping open
and the saliva dripping down his mouth. The way Fukutomi is his Fuku-chan.
"Say hi." Fukutomi did not know what Arakita was doing. He was tied down and
blindfolded. He had no control.
"Arakita.. I'm close.." Fukutomi was panting unable to keep everything in. "I'm
close too." Arakita began to thrust again, trying to keep up with the pace
before but this time. This time he can see everything. He pressed in deeper and
Fukutomi came just like that. His feet curled up in the air and his mouth so
stretched apart. After he came, Arakita also came. Just the image of him,
moaning his name and begging was unforgiving to his boner and him in general.
He stopped the video immediately, then tossed his phone to ground. They both
were tired, exhausted, dead tired like they finally won a race they were
waiting for years. He gave a few shallow thrusts, until he completely came out
of him. Arakita untied Fukutomi who seemed like a doll, and once he unleashed
the blindfold, Fukutomi looked as if he was dead.
"I'm sorry that I was rough," Arakita said as he loomed over Fukutomi. He
started a bit longer until he ran his fingers through Fukutomi's hair.
"You should grow out your hair," Arakita said as he felt Fukutomi's breath even
out slowly as he tried to regain all the breath he lost. Fukutomi seemed to out
of it because he was just laying there, unable to move except that he twitched
here and there. He was dazed, looking at nothing specific but Arakita didn't
seem to mind. He just combed over hair, then realized, "maybe I should cut
mine... Whatever." He slid down to Fukutomi's eye level, laying down side by
side, staring at each other's faces with one with a dreamy smile and the other
stone-faced. Arakita leaned over, kissing his lips gently then embraced
Fukutomi. Fukutomi stared absent-minded but he did know he was here; he just
doesn't know how to respond to what just happened. He looked at Arakita as he
was pressing his lips against him. He saw Arakita's mouth move but he can't
make it out. What did he say? 
.
.
.
I love you, Fuku-chan.
End Notes
     omfg, i don't know what i did. don't worry, i'll throw myself away.
     goodbye.
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