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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      カーストヘヴン_|_Caste_Heaven
  Relationship:
      Karino_Kouhei/Azusa_Yuuya, Karino_Kouhei/Kusakabe_Atsumu, Kusakabe
      Atsumu/Kuze_Natsuki
  Character:
      Karino_Kouhei, Azusa_Yuuya, Kusakabe_Atsumu, Kuze_Natsuki
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Non-Graphic_Rape/Non-Con, Punishment, Sexual_Punishment, Sexual
      Slavery, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Chair_Bondage, Bondage_and
      Discipline, Exhibitionism_Undertones, Voyeurism_Undertones, Abuse_of
      Authority, Threats_of_Violence, Death_Threats, Blood_and_Injury, Begging,
      Psychological_Trauma, Jealousy, Forced_Orgasm, Multiple_Orgasms
  Series:
      Part 1 of Point_Blank
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-08-16 Words: 5160
****** Man on Fire ******
by RubyFiamma
Summary
     "You seem to misunderstand, you little slut. This guy here wants
     another turn with you."
     It's the last thing Azusa expects to hear when Karino brings Kuze and
     Kusakabe through the door of the abandoned staff room, but what's
     worse is that he's furious to find that he doesn't expect Karino to
     take Kusakabe's punishment as far as he does.
                                  Man on Fire
===============================================================================
                                        
Azusa doesn't ask what Karino is planning when he demands that Azusa sit on the
single wooden chair that looks like it's been put out on display in the middle
of the room; after he's ordered Azusa to strip himself of his slacks and shoes
but to leave the crisp white cotton of his uniform shirt to hang loosely off
his shoulders. There's nothing unusual in this, but perhaps in Karino's silence
there is, when he pulls Azusa's arms behind him and fastens his wrists with the
clean-cut latch of cool metal cuffs, so Azusa also doesn't inquire when the
other boy secures his ankles to the legs of the chair with the use of their
thin black uniform ties.
It's become a bit of routine, this thing Karino forces him to uphold during his
reign as King. It's something Azusa's come to expect and understand and it
isn't that he's become defeated, he's learned to accept while keeping the
bitter taste of revenge on the back of his tongue like salt remnants left
behind by Karino himself. Azusa still carries the fight, has never quite given
up and lets the idea of vengeance one day simmer warm in his blood until the
day he can strike off the heat sparking through his veins and allow it to
consume him like a poison. But for now, Azusa puts his agenda on hold, instead
lets the thrill of adrenaline spike his pulse into anticipation.
Except the touch of Karino's fingers trailing across his skin bite cold,
crystalline frost branching chill throughout his veins in their wake and
nothing like the burning buzz of fire he's used to.
Azusa opens his mouth to say something, anything, that will rid him of the
brittle silence that's suddenly become uncomfortable and has left him with a
sense of foreboding Azusa's doesn't remember feeling since childhood. But
Karino is as cold as his touch, and Azusa can feel it spark in the atmosphere
like static as the other boy heads for the door of the old and abandoned staff
room in the left wing of the school.
"Where are you going?" Azusa finally manages, working the sound into demand to
hide the quiver of fear laced within it.
"Stay here," Karino says, and it's so low that Azusa has to strain to hear it.
"Huh?" He pulls at the cuffs that don't allow for much movement and his weight
does little to shift the chair from its place in the middle of the room.
Light reflects off Karino's glasses as he turns and frowns, straight-lipped as
he points a finger down at the floor. "I said to stay here."
"Like I have a choice," Azusa snorts and as he's about to add some other clever
quip, Karino leaves the room without another word and he's left to wonder what
has Karino so bothered that not even sharp slice of his usual insults make it
to the tip of his tongue. It could be his father, is what comes to Azusa's mind
first, perhaps he is not recovering the way everyone expected. Maybe it's that
poser of a cousin, Tatsumi or the annoying girls that hang off Karino's arms
and won't take no for an answer.
Maybe, if Azusa allows himself the delusion long enough for it to settle into
something cosier in his chest, Karino is a little bothered by his run-ins with
Kusakabe as of late — though after last week there hasn't been much contact
with the unfortunate boy at all, and Kuze's made sure of it. Azusa doesn't
mind, it was nice to have someone to relate to, someone he actually felt pity
for, but if he thinks about it often enough — which he has — he's come to
realise that as Karino says, warming up to others' acts of kindness is just
naive, and Azusa will no longer be able to keep his eye on the prize. Kusakabe
was messing with his judgement, and despite wanting to form a bond out of
despair and loneliness, Azusa really is fine on his own. He doesn't need
anyone, it's always been him and that is all that he needs. And Kusakabe seems
like he has his own problems to deal with —
His thoughts are interrupted by the slide of the staff room door, and if Azusa
begins to grin at the other's arrival, it falls from his face just as quick
when he sees who Karino is accompanied by.
"Oh no. No fucking way," Azusa starts to protest, and now is when he chooses to
fight against his restraints despite knowing the attempt is futile. "Fuck you
Karino —"
"Shut up," snaps Karino, so quick and razor-edged that Azusa instantly shuts
his mouth. He's followed by none other than Kuze and Kusakabe and when he looks
from Karino to his shadows, Kusakabe's mouth softens into a frown and he
mouths, "I'm sorry, Azusa-kun," while his hands are balled into nervous fists
in front of him, it's suddenly déjà vu. Kuze, on the other hand, has a face
void of emotion, his hair falls in front of his eyes and Azusa can't get a good
read on them. He looks as frigid as Karino and doesn't move into the room any
further than the first desk next to the entrance, where he leans back against
it.
"Don't just stand there," Karino says and he's talking to Kuze as Kusakabe
approaches the chair Azusa is bound to. "I told you what you have to do to make
this work. Do you want to do this or not?"
"I'm so sorry, Azusa-kun," Kusakabe repeats, his face flushed red like he's
just spent hours under the sun. He's picking at the fibres on the hem of his
sweatshirt and won't meet Azusa's eyes. "I... I just couldn't stay away."
Before Azusa has the chance to ask what he means, Kuze is crossing the room,
covering the distance in long elegant strides, and when he grabs hold of
Kusakabe's wrist, the other boy jolts with all the surprise of a terrified
rabbit and Azusa has to wonder why Kusakabe doesn't enforce his rank with the
other if he really frightens him that badly.
"Kuze — W-what's going on?" asks Kusakabe as Kuze's hands wrap around his waist
and begin to unbuckle his belt. Azusa's having flashbacks of the week before,
and something in his brain is waiting for the okay to shut down and check out,
just give it the signal so Azusa can shut himself out and get it over as fast
as it was the last time, except that switch never flicks on.
"We're teaching you a lesson," Karino answers, and there's no amusement in his
tone, nothing like the week prior.
"Again?" Azusa asks while Kusakabe's protesting, turning to Kuze with wide eyes
behind the wireframes of his glasses.
"But K-Kuze," he's stammering, trying to wriggle free of the other's grasp. "Y-
you said —"
"I said that he wouldn't be okay with it," Kuze interjects, his voice cold and
piercing through the heated air like a spear. "Atsumu, I told you how this was
going to end."
"What the hell is going on?" demands Azusa, and he expects to get ignored over
the flurry of motion and sound in the room, but Karino tangles his fingers in
the front of his hair, twists the locks so that he's left with the sensation of
needles pricking into his scalp. He elicits a hiss when he winces, his body
draws up but there's nowhere for him to move.
"I told you to shut up. Targets aren't allowed to ask questions."
"Fuck you," spits Azusa, confusion starting to raise panic in his veins.
"You're sick, you know that? Leave the poor guy alone, he's a Jack, not a
target. Don't you two have a clue how the system works?" He can hear the heat
of anger stoking in his tone, wonders if Karino and the others can hear it too.
Karino laughs, and it's sharp and sour, so sardonic Azusa swears he's never
heard it before. He tips in, so close that Azusa can feel his breath spill over
his lips and see all the shades of green that make up the other's eyes. "You
seem to misunderstand, you little slut. This guy here wantsanother turn with
you."
"W-what?" Azusa isn't sure what to say, but that static in the air is getting
heavier and his heart starts to race under duress, his lungs tighten like the
air is thinner and his skin is prickling with apprehension. He looks to
Kusakabe who isn't looking at him, he's still looking at Kuze, his mouth
twisted around objection and eyes wide like Kuze's just revealed a horrible
truth. When Azusa looks back at Karino, the other is looking at him, eyes gone
electric and lips pressed pale into his teeth. He looks almost anomalous, but
when Azusa opens his mouth to ask, Karino's taking the opportunity to lick heat
against it, and for a second Azusa's fear subsides and the heat he's been
anticipating starts to thaw out his blood.
He doesn't get more than a minute of the other against his lips before Karino
lets his grip on Azusa's hair go and takes a step away from him. He feels dazed
for just a moment and wants Karino's mouth back on his but he has been meaning
to get a straight answer from the other boys in the room since they appeared.
So he pushes the want aside, reaches out to grab at Karino's wrist but forgets
that his own wrists are still cuffed behind the chair.
"Tie his hands," Karino demands, speaking to Kuze with a nod of his head.
"How is that punishing him?" growls Azusa. The first time he felt pity for a
boy who was being forced into something he didn't want, the first time Azusa
let it slide because he knows what it feels like because he could see the fear
in Kusakabe's eyes as clear as the first star against the black of the night
sky. But thistime Azusa will fight because he isn't some easy whorelike his
mother — he will not be passed around like some cheap commodity. "How is that
punishing him?"
"Stupid little target. That wouldn't be a punishment, would it?" Karino says,
stretching out an arm so that his fingers sweep away the hair that's fallen
over Azusa's eyes.
"I don't understand," Kusakabe whines as the other boy wraps his necktie around
his wrists. "Kuze, I'm sorry — I — I just thought — I didn't mean anything by
it, I swear!"
Kuze shrugs, offhand and awkward as he twists Kusakabe around to face him and
Karino. "I warned you."
And the temperature inside the room seems to drop below freezing, Azusa's blood
turns to ice and his stomach plummets to the cheap and peeling linoleum under
his feet with the sudden comprehension of what's about to transpire.
"No," he blurts, so suddenly that his mind hasn't caught up with the movement
of his mouth fast enough to stop it.
"No — fuck that — don't drag us into to your pathetic lover's quarrel," Azusa
barks at Kuze. Kuze's eyes only flicker to Azusa for a moment but behind them
Azusa sees something cut dark and sinister, it's like his eyes are revealing
the frightening truth behind a mask Azusa had never known was there and
suddenly alarm starts to needle at his senses while unease starts to crawl
under his skin and dread starts to settle in the pit of his stomach.
"W-what is he talking about?" Kusakabe asks, he's shaking visibly and Azusa
wonders if Kusakabe's ever seen that look on Kuze's face before; if he
understands the danger that hides under the shine of the other's eyes.
"What would this world be like if people were just given what they wanted when
they wanted it?" Karino asks, turning his attention towards Kusakabe.
"I don't —" protests Kuskabe, shaking his head and for a supposedly intelligent
guy, he's fucking stupid.
Kuze is now working Kusakabe's pants open, attempting to keep the other boy
still through the struggling, and Karino's grinning as he says, "The floor."
"Karino, what the fuck is this?" Azusa demands, pulling at his restraints again
with no avail except to dig the metal further into his skin. "Stop."
The other's eyes slide sideways, there's a look there that's cold enough to
send ice trickling down Azusa's spine. "I told you to shut up — or do I have to
gag you as well?"
Instead, Azusa growls, low and under his breath. He can feel the vibration
rumbling in his chest and by now, Kuze's forced Kusakabe to his knees, naked
from the waist down and the other boy is pleading with Kuze to put an end to
all this.
And then Karino's laughing, pushing the other boy down and grabbing at his
ankles. Then Karino's dragging him across the space between them. Kusakabe's
sweater bunches with the motion, and Azusa cringes at the screech of skin
sliding across tile.
Karino stops when Kusakabe is right in front of him, sprawled out on the floor
with his hands tied above his head, glasses askew across the bridge of the
other boy's nose. He's crying, his cheeks are flushed and wet with salt and
tacked with strands of ink-black hair. He's pleading with whoever will listen
but the more Azusa listens to his voice and the signals firing across his
synapses ask him to have mercy, the less he's paying attention to the rage that
lies dormant in his veins. Only then, when Azusa catches the long stretch of
Karino's fingers sliding over a knee, pushing it out to make way for him in
between, does Azusa snap.
"Don't you fucking touch him," he seethes, the words gaining weight in his
throat like he's choking on smoke. "Karino, don't you —"
"Hey." Karino's head snaps back, and the word is so sharp and unsettling that
even Kusakabe falls silent. "You're the chewed up and used, discarded and
disgusting gum that gets stuck to the bottom of my shoe. You aren't in a
position to tell me what to do. Shut up and watch me fuck this guy like a good
little boy."
"I fucking hate you."
"Get over here." Karino ignores him, lifts his head so that he's looking at
Kuze over the edge of his glasses. "You're watching too."
It's not at all conscious when Azusa looks back in hindsight, but like a switch
going off inside his head. It gets quiet, Azusa can't hear Kusakabe's cries or
Karino's taunting, can't really see anything past the red veil that curtains
over his eyes. His breathing starts coming faster, shallow huffs of air that
leave through the flare of his nose, so quick that he's not even sure he's
breathing at all. Then his chest, it's heavy and it aches like there's a vice
inside winding tighter and tighter, this crushing force that makes the natural
rise and fall of his chest difficult to execute.
And Azusa doesn't stop to think before he starts thrashing in the chair, it's
rocking and skidding across the floor and the cuffs are chafing raw against his
wrists. He's screaming, he thinks, but he's not really sure what he's saying
but his skin is prickling with fury as Karino's hand slips in between
Kusakabe's thighs.
He hears Kusakabe's gasp, strange that such a soft sound is audible over the
blood rushing in Azusa's head, as Karino's fingers enter him, and Azusa stalls
for just a moment, long enough so that he can glare down at the trash beneath
his feet.
"Don't you dareenjoy this," he finds himself saying, and he's not even sure
what he's furious about. He shouldn't care at all but his anger isn't directed
at Karino for humiliating him and all reasons say that it should be,but the
mere sight of Karino's fingers set across the sickly pallid skin makes Azusa
nauseous, makes his head spin and his stomach churn and there's so much
pressure in his chest, each of his ribs feel like they're about to break.
"Don't you fuckingdare."
"I d-didn't want t-this." Kusakabe is crying, twisting his head to avoid
Azusa's stare and look to Kuze. His appearance is stoic, rigid — scary even,
with the way his hair falls, casting a shadow over his face and his lips
pressed in thinly against each other. He's not looking at anyone but Kusakabe
and his features don't shift at all when Kusakabe begs him to "P-please, make
it stop." Kuze replies with a shrug of nonchalance and, "It's out of my hands.
Karino is King."
"Don't pretend like you don't have any say in this," snaps Azusa, trying to
keep focused on the coolness of Kuze's stance and wishing he could imitate it,
but his blood is boiling hot, blistering under his skin like he's been set on
fire and he can't get the echo of Kusakabe's pleas out of his head and there's
nothing he can due to tune out the sound of Karino's soothing coos.
"I don't," Kuze replies and Azusa tries to pinpoint any kind of tremor in the
other's voice, any kind of weakness he can exploit so he can just make this
stopbut there's nothing, nothing at all to Kuze's tone except that it's flat
and void of any emotion. "The rules are that we must abide by the King's
order."
Azusa's pulled back by the sound of Karino's voice, still straightforward and
smooth just like it always is. "Aw, Kuze. Don't make me out to be the only bad
guy. This is because you lost control of your pet. Can't have a Jack thinking
he can just defile the King's property whenever he wants, now can we?"
Azusa doesn't even make sense of the words, he's too busy watching as Karino's
wrist flicks, watching as Kusakabe's body jerks and twists with the motion and
Azusa can almost feel the phantom sensation of Karino's fingers twisting inside
him and stroking against his insides. It's almost enough to get Azusa's eyes
slide shut, momentarily forget what's going on past the dark of his eyelids but
then he hears the heat in Kusakabe's tone when he says Karino's name and
Azusa's cheeks flare hot, his eyes blow wide and he's furiously struggling
against the restraints again. There's burning and stinging and warm liquid
filling the cracks in palms but Azusa doesn't care — he's too busy snarling,
there's spittle flying off his lips like he's rabid and foaming at the mouth.
"Shut up! Don't you say his fucking name, shut up! I'll kill you, I swear to
godI'll kill you!" The words are sharp, high-point octaves slicing through the
air, turning what would be empty threats into well-versed promises.
"I'm s-sorry! So s-sorry!" Kusakabe's sobbing; he's a fucking mess, wretched
and wet and squirming under Karino's touch as the other stretches him open with
the easy slide of his fingers. He doesn't sound like he's sorry; he sounds hot
and dazed and like putting words to sound is a difficult feat and it makes
Azusa want to reach in and rip the tongue out of the other's mouth, peel away
at the skin that's searing hot with rage and stomp on the other's throat so
that he never has to hear the sound of Karino's name spilling out.
And he's visibly shuddering as Karino spreads his legs wider than Azusa thought
possible, like he's opening them wide for Azusa to see the show, and he wants
to look away but Azusa can't. It's like he's afraid to, afraid to miss the mask
of pleasure on the other boy's face because he wants to remember this, etch it
into his memory when the time comes to serve out his vengeance, he'll remember
this moment and remember that there is noplace for him among these people.
There is no good left in this world, and Azusa watches the last of it die out
as Kusakabe bucks and shudders against the floor and whimpers through his
orgasm.
It makes Azusa want to puke, watching the pearly sheen of filth stain the
other's sweater and when he looks to Kuze for some sort of reaction, for some
sort of reassurance that the other boy will put a stop to all this, there is
nothing. Kuze hasn't even flinched, eyes cold and thin lips, all his attention
still focused on Kusakabe, who's now breathing hard like he wants it, skin
flushed red like he's enjoying it.
The sound of Karino's buckle rings in Azusa's ears; brings his attention back
to the two on the floor. Kusakabe looks like he's drunk, and he's reaching for
Kuze's ankles with his bound hands, but all he can manage is clawing at the hem
of the other boy's pants with his swollen fingertips. Kuze doesn't move,
remains silent while Kusakabe sobs, "P-please, Kuze — help me,please."
"This is all your fault," Azusa growls, leaning forward as far as the chair
will let him. His thighs are aching with the constant tension, his wrists
stinging with the sweat and salt seeping into his raw open wounds. He doesn't
care, somehow they don't match the inexplicable pain in his chest or the
overwhelming rage that seems to come with it.
"This is all your fucking fault," he repeats when Kusakabe looks back at him.
His voice is low, acid dripping off each word like they're meant to burn
through Kusakabe's flesh so he'll get the point.  "When I get out of these
things, you better run far far away, you pathetic piece of shit, because I
swear to god I will find you and kill you."
The other boy's eyes blow wide, he's hiccuping through his sobs now, shaking
his head in rejection and mumbling apologies but Azusa doesn't listen. Karino's
got his pants and boxers over his hips, pooled around his knees as they rest on
the floor, his hands on Kusakabe's waist to steady him.
"Karino, it's enough," Azusa says tiredly, and the heat in his blood isn't
cooling, but his throat is scraping raw each time he breathes, and none of the
other boys are heeding his threats. All he has left is reason, maybe just a
little calm to try to get Karino to stop. No onein this room wants this to
happen. "It's enough, stop it."
Kusakabe whines from his position the floor, he's still trying to twist his
body around, worm his way up just enough so he can be out of Karino's reach and
touch the sanctity of the other boy standing above him. "K-Kuze — I... I d-
don't want this, make it stop, please."
"Stop this fucking bullshit right now. He's learned his lesson already," Azusa
says, voice riding as high as the irritation flooding his veins once more.
"I'll do anything — you don't have to fuck him — fuck me,use me—"
"Oh, such a valiant little target. It's so sweet that you're begging to save
him, friendship is a beautiful thing, isn't Kuze?" Karino laughs, pins
Kusakabe's thighs to the floor and Azusa can see the blue-dipped grip his
fingertips are leaving in the pale of Kusakabe's skin. He's lining himself up
against the others boy's entrance and Azusa's heart skitters to a stop, and
he's sure the next breath he takes sounds like shattering glass. "No, he hasn't
learned his lesson, and obviously you haven't either, Azusa. Maybe after I've
fucked this guy into the floor, you'll both remember your places."
Karino's words bring rage, stinging Azusa's skin like a slap to the face. He
takes another breath, he thinks, before his stomach drops and the craze
crackles up his spine and the poison darts out into his blood. It starts with a
shriek, something inhuman and incoherent and then he's twisting and rocking
forward in the chair with such a force that it starts to tip off balance and
when he flings himself back, the chair skids loudly across the floor.
"Fuck you!" he's screeching, he can feel the chords draw taut in his throat,
burn and fray under the strain. "Fuck you, Karino! You think I give a shit
about this piece of garbage? Huh? Huh?!"
Karino laughs, cracks brittle through Azusa's ears. It makes his blood boil
over, and a red wash of fury wipes out his vision. With the next successful hit
of Azusa's chair, the leg splinters under the pressure, and the crash only jars
him for a second before he thinks to rip his left leg free and he kicks if out
in front of him just far enough to connect with Kusakabe's ribs. There isn't
much force behind the hit but the other boy hollers, though Azusa isn't sure
it's from the pain of being hit or Karino simultaneously thrusting inside him.
He spits on Kusakabe, splattering wet across his cheek and the lenses of his
glasses. "You think I care about this scum?! I'll slit his fucking throat. I'll
tear this shitty little doormat to fucking shreds, you hear me?! You hear me,
Kusakabe?!"
"Hey! There will be none of that, little target," Karino laughs, sounding way
too amused for Azusa's liking. "This guy here is still a Jack and you're still
trash, so behave." He's extending an arm without much movement, Azusa doesn't
succeed in getting Karino to pull away. He shoves the chair back, the uneven
structure causes it to lose stability and it crashes unceremoniously to the
floor, and Azusa goes with it.
His chest hits the floor first, the blow knocking all air out of his lungs. His
chin smacks the tile right after, and Azusa's vision goes blinding white as his
teeth tear against the skin at his lip. He tastes blood on his tongue
instantly, he's left winded and reeling, seeing stars of red and green pulse
behind his eyelids.
"Tell me," Karino says, and Azusa pries open his eyes, his lashes wet and
sticking to his cheeks. Karino's thrusting hard, and Azusa becomes aware of
Kusakabe's wails echoing through the room.
Azusa lifts his head, the room is spinning and sweltering hot, there's blood
pooling under his chin on the floor. Karino is looking at him, a thin eyebrow
raised above the thickness of his frames.
"Tell me," Karino says again, "what it is you care about, then." Each word is
punctuated with a snap of Karino's hips, followed by a keeling whine careening
from Kusakabe's throat.
Azusa's jaw is throbbing, wet heat sticking to his lip and chin. He's level
enough to see the stiff flush of Kusakabe's cock, low enough to the ground to
hear the sickening slop of Karino fucking into the other boy and his heart is
racing, but his entire body is aching, spent with the overexertion of rage and
adrenaline still coursing through his veins. His throat is raw, each breath he
takes is shallow and ragged and all he can taste is sour metal on the back of
his tongue.
"I'll claw out his eyes if he ever looks at you," Azusa begins, throat parched
and words dragging across his tongue. The only thing he has to quench the
cottonmouth is the blood still oozing from his split lip. "I'll break every
finger if he touches you. I'll cut out his tongue if he ever says your name. I
will end his sorry fucking existence on this miserable fucking planet if he so
much as breathes the same air as you."
Karino stills and holds Azusa's gaze, it's getting harder and harder to look at
the other, not when the edges of his vision start to blur and disgust is
churning putrid in his stomach. His body has long since gone numb with the
weight of the chair at his back, awkwardly and painfully hinged with one leg
and hands still bound behind him. It's barely noticeable, Azusa doesn't even
feel the burn of metal biting into his wrists anymore, or the dull twinge of
pain in his jaw anymore, not when he's got the focus of Karino's dark eyes on
him, not when there's consideration and something else unnamed under the haze.
He's never realised before this moment that he's already fallen as deep as he
can go, there's no other way out of this hell but to accept it. Karino is all
that Azusa cares about, not even the idea of seeking revenge on the other is
enough to quell the heat he feels igniting under his skin from just the other
boy's touch alone, or the stutter of his pulse every time Karino's lips touch
his own. It's ridiculous, it would make Azusa laugh if he could find any humour
in this situation but all it does is leave him with an overwhelming ache in his
chest and a rancid taste in the back of his throat.
"Fair enough," Karino says, and he sounds softer than he has since this
treacherous moment began, but Azusa has to close his eyes to the sickening
whirl of the room and the maddening sounds of Kusakabe's groaned pleas that
sound too much like pleasure.
It lasts for maybe a minute or two, but to Azusa, it feels like an eternity,
with his head and ear to the cool floor he can hear the screeching friction of
bare skin across the tile, Karino's breath coming quicker and heavier as he
gets closer. Azusa tries not to imagine it, but it's something he knows, it's
burned into his mind through memory; the soft drop of Karino's mouth and the
flutter of his hazy green eyes shutting, the curl of his shoulders, folding in
to be closer to Azusa, and the huff of his name being exhaled into his hair
when Karino comes. Except it isn't Azusa's name he'll be calling, it's not
Azusa that Karino is deep inside, it's not himthat gets to see those intimate
details that only Azusa thought he was privy to.
And with the last bit of strength, Azusa unhinges his jaw, hears the crack and
pop it makes and feels the slick stick of his skin sliding through the drying
blood. "Don't you fucking come inside him," he growls, means it to be a threat
but instead it comes out meagre and hollow and all Karino does is laugh as
Kusakabe chokes out his orgasm; Azusa can feel trembling shock vibrate through
the tile.
Azusa's fire dies out the moment he hears the groan of satisfaction spill from
Karino's lips as he comes, and Azusa just doesn't have it in him to fight, to
scream back the threat he told the other only minutes ago. All that's left for
him to do is close his eyes to the ugly mess in front of him and listen to
Kusakabe's cries turn into short-clipped hiccups that barely register into
sound at all.
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