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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      美男高校地球防衛部LOVE!_|_Binan_Koukou_Chikyuu_Bouei-bu_LOVE!
  Relationship:
      En/Atsushi, Atsushi/Io, ryuu/io
  Character:
      Kinugawa_Atsushi, Naruko_Io, Yufuin_En, Zaou_Ryuu
  Additional Tags:
      My_Heart_the_Bully, one-sided, reciprocated, Romance, Angst, School,
      Misunderstandings, Yaoi, Lemon, mature_-_Freeform, Hurt/Comfort, Gay,
      Same-sex, male-male, Male_Homosexuality, seme_Kinugawa_Atsushi, tachi
      Kinugawa_Atsushi, top_Kinugawa_Atsushi, uke_Kinugawa_Atsushi, neko
      Kinugawa_Atsushi, bottom_Kinugawa_Atsushi
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-22 Words: 4040
****** My Heart the Bully ******
by MultiVerSonalityDisorder
Summary
     Atsushi thinks his affections for En are one-sided. Io is convinced
     that his affections for Ryuu are one-sided. They seek comfort in each
     other. Will there be a way for their love to be reciprocated?
     AtsushiXIo. MATURE CONTENT. Lemon.
Notes
     Hey guys. Here's a lemon from Binan! An AtsushiXIo lemon. Please make
     smart choices in the fact that this contains mature content and
     should not be read under the age of eighteen. I own NOTHING but this
     fiction.
Love.
It was a simple concept. A complex concept.
It was what they were forced to fight for.
In a way, he felt it was fitting. Felt it was a bit ironic. Ryuu may have been
the Casanova of the group, and En being someone that girls (and guys) watched
from afar with great admiration, but he wondered if either of them felt real
love. If they had ever fallen for someone, even the slightest, just once.
“S-Senpai…!”
The breathy moan almost slipped his ears, but his eyes clenched tighter as he
focused his mind.
Those locks of hair similar to the shade of fawn. He’s felt them a few times
when the other would lean over his shoulder. It tickled and sent a spike
through his nerves. The scent would hit his nostrils and while there was
definitely the smell of man that came with it, it still made his cheeks; and
loins; burn.
Barely six months into high school of their first year and he found himself in
the bathroom, head fuzzy and his hormones emptied into the palm of his hand,
the name of his friend clinging to the tip of his tongue and lips, as if
teasing him, and convincing him that he wasn’t quite done yet. Not until he had
trouble breathing, his arm and wrist were sore, and muscles spasming
uncontrollably would he cease for the time being.
En never knew, he wouldn’t let him consider it for a moment that he had those
sorts of feelings for him. Atsushi would never allow it.
“A-Ah! K-Kinu…gawa…senpai!”
Hazel eyes shot open, viewing the sweat-soaked back of the one beneath him,
arching and the light of the eve starting to grow with the setting sun and
glisten atop his pale skin. Light grey eyes looking over a trembling shoulder,
body being rocked without rhythm other than sexual frustration, and pale green
locks were matted against flushed cheeks. When their heated gazes met, he could
feel Io’s innards tighten around him, and his hips bucked involuntarily at the
sensation. He bit his bottom lip, feeling a blaze in his body that was making
him melt despite the lack of his shirt; perhaps he should have removed his
pants completely. He grabbed hold of the spring colored mop, earning a cry from
the second year and forcing his face against the wood of the clubroom floor,
moans slipping from the boy’s mouth as Atsushi’s hips slammed harder and
faster.
If asked, though the chances being astronomically low, Atsushi could remember
the day that Io confided in him. He had asked the third year to stay after
while the other three went ahead to the spring that Yumoto’s family took charge
of. He remembered how the younger asked of Atsushi and En’s relationship, how
they’ve been friends for a long time and if he ever thought of anything more.
At first, Atsushi’s heart began to race at the thought that despite his
attempts at remaining level-headed and unaware of his friend that he was found
out. When he waved the boy’s question off, pink immediately dusted over the
second year’s face.
He stumbled over his words, aweing Atsushi as he had never seen the
economically-gifted youth act as such. He promised the elder to secrecy,
looking for guidance from his senior, and Atsushi was more than willing to
accept the conditions and help the poor lad. Io told him of his feelings for
his friend, Ryuu, but the other was purely interested in playing with women. He
admitted they had kissed once, briefly when Io misunderstood the situation. He
thought he read the atmosphere correctly, but it was simply his imagination, it
seemed.
When they sat alone within Ryuu’s bedroom, when their hands touched the remote
of the young man’s television, the way their eyes connected, the strength of
the magnetic pull he could feel between them, was all wrong.
“I kissed him,” Io tried to laugh it off, but there was a quiver in his voice
and his lips were twitching. “For a moment, I could swear he kissed me back,
but he shoved me away. The look of disgust on his face…” the young man’s voice
cracked. “We decided to not discuss it.”
Atsushi’s heart was racing. He saw himself in Io’s position. He could clearly
envision the scene with En, and imagining the utter revulsion on his face, what
he’s imagined so many times before and the reason he hasn’t said a word about
his feelings. Not wanting to lose him.
“What should I do, Kinugawa-senpai?”
“Forget about him.”
The words came out quickly, cold and sharp. His tone surprised not only the
second year, but himself as well. Had he been directing those words to Io
alone? Certainly not. Io wasn’t the one those words were meant for, but all the
same…if they were in the same position.
“I’m afraid it’s not so simple, Senpai,” Io’s head hung as he leaned back
against the desk within the club room. “That was the first thing I tried when I
realized…these feelings.”
“Have you tried with someone else?” Atsushi’s lips were moving before he could
think, but it was all he could do to keep his heart from jumping out of his
chest. “Being around Ryuu all the time won’t help you get over him. You need to
look into someone else. Even if it’s just physically.”
Io snorted, “And, who would be willing to be my partner? This school is full of
guys, yes, but I don’t even know if what I want is a ‘man’ or just ‘Ryuu’.”
That was something Atsushi never considered. Did he want En because he was a
man, or because he was himself? “Well,” the third year removed his glasses,
polishing them unnecessarily with his uniform shirt, “you never know if you
don’t try.”
“But, who could I-?”
“I’ll be your partner.”
Io froze. The blunt expression on his senior’s face, and the blatant statement
that left his mouth astounded the green-tinted youth. “B-But, why?”
“It’ll be beneficial for both of us. You can see if what you desire is the male
form or Ryuu, and I can also test myself in the process. It’s best to know how
one sways earlier than later, don’t you think?”
Stunned, Io couldn’t find a reason to say “no”. And, the days when Io and
Atsushi stayed late to test themselves began. It was almost a month that
passed, and in the present they were on the floor of the club room, rutting as
the case was whenever they were alone.
The day had been rough on Atsushi. During lunch, En had decided that he would
use the other’s lap as a pillow; not having much sleep as his body was
beginning to become sore from all of the fighting they’ve been doing lately
with the enemy. Atsushi had to control his mind, trying not think of his
friend’s head being not upon his lap, but between his thighs. He chided his
loins mentally, using all of his willpower to not say anything, not do
anything, and instead cherish the moment of closeness that he could never say
would never leave him. He adored the young man’s sleeping face.
The eyelashes that were lightly tickled by the wind as they were seated atop
the roof of the school. The features of his face being so much the same as the
day when they first met, and yet up close so different. He could tell how the
structure came together to at last take the form of an adult. Even if En hated
the idea of looking “old” it was true that he appeared “mature”. But, that
mature face, Atsushi wanted to see expressions he knew he had never seen but
always dreamed of.
The open-mouthed panting, the flushed cheeks, the teary eyes, and epitome of
ecstasy. That’s what he yearned for. And, throughout the rest of the day that
was all he thought about. He fled the classroom quickly as soon as the last
bell rang, waiting at the club room for Io to join him as scheduled. He
couldn’t postpone his urges.
As soon as Io stepped in, he threw the boy against the desks, slamming the door
closed and immediately began a raid on his flesh. There was no defense that Io
could prepare to combat against the assault, but he allowed himself with no
convincing at all to be embraced. A chair crashed onto its side as the two
bumbled about removing their clothes and latching onto the other’s neck, mouth,
anything. Hands gripping and pulling, nails digging and teeth tearing into
skin.
As soon as Io dropped his pants, Atsushi spun him around, bent him over one of
the desks, and kneeled. The Gaian bit back a moan at the tongue that prodded
his entrance, and again when a hand slipped between his thighs to massage his
swelling testicles. Hot air slipped from his mouth as his head drooped forward,
his hips were itching to rock between the rough palm and slippery muscle that
teased him leisurely. Io had thought that the third year was in a rush and
inexplicably aroused, but with the unhurried manner he was preparing him, he
suddenly wasn’t sure on how he was to pace himself.
“S-Senpai,” he stuttered, a whimper as he felt teeth against his entrance,
“please, hurry.”
Though he did not dare to look back, he could feel the eyes on his back as he
felt the tongue cease its actions. Atsushi rose, probing a finger, then quickly
adding another, and rotating them within Io and making his knees interlock with
a groan deep in his throat. “Don’t be rash,” the older teen hummed, voice low
and husky, a stern quality within it that sent a shiver down Io’s spine. He
removed his fingers, earning a glazed daze over a pale shoulder. “You’ll need
to lubricate it,” he instructed.
A crimson patch played across the spring-haired youth’s nose. With his body
enveloped in a terrible trembling of anticipation, he slid down onto his knees,
and turned to face Atsushi. The dark-haired young man released his erection
from the folds of his boxers, his uniform pants barely hanging atop his hips.
Slate orbs peeked up as a hand wrapped about the base of the hardened member in
front of him, head as red as his cheeks, and lips softly engulfing it.
Atsushi released a sigh, slender fingers immediately sifting through the pale
green locks before tightening upon the roots and making the younger whimper,
sending a pleasant vibration up his loins and making his pulse quake. His head
lolled back as his eyes closed, brows furrowing as he imagined that it was not
the second year, but his best friend attached to his modest length. He wondered
if he’d be as clumsy as the younger, or would he be a natural? Would he be
rough, or gentle? What would it feel like to have those eyes looking up at him
as his head bobbed back and forth, tongue swirling and cheeks puffing out like
overgrown cherries? Atsushi felt his hips begin to roll, and Io paused in his
ministrations. He stilled and allowed Atsushi to guide his mouth, trying to
keep calm to open his throat as his tongue massaged against the prominent vein
on the underbelly. Io was panting, and the hot breath mixing with the wet layer
that sheathed the third year’s cock had Atsushi bucking once, twice, and once
more as his thighs quivered.
“That’s good,” he huffed, yanking Io’s mouth away from him and his eyes took in
the saliva that dribbled down the younger’s chin, the open mouthed expression
and glassy eyes. His hands retracted, “Get on all fours.”
The Gaian obeyed. Turning around and allowing his forehead to rest against the
wood. Atsushi dropped to his knees, rubbing his palms on the outside of the
younger’s thighs, “Close them. Keep your legs together.”
Though he could not see it, a confused brow rose as Io was never once
instructed to do so; in fact he was much use to being told that he had to open
his legs wider. But, he listened, and did as he was told, ignoring the
embarrassing feeling of his rear rising higher as the feel of Atsushi’s uniform
against his legs grabbed his nerves’ attention. One palm was gripping him,
spreading a cheek as another rested atop the small of his back. He felt the
head prodding him, biting his lip and withholding a cry as the length slid in,
a burning sensation in Io’s backside, but he bore with it.
And, now this is how they were.
Atsushi was feeling his limit come upon him, and before he knew it, he was
beginning to hear lusty sobs from the one below him. Calling for the pink-
haired youth that was aggravating the second year’s heart.
“R-Ryuu! Ryuu! O-Oh…!”
Chancing a peek; difficult without his glasses; Atsushi was and yet wasn’t
surprised to see that the boy’s heartfelt cries were accompanied by real tears
that glistened upon his maroon cheeks. His body was trembling with not just
pleasure, but with a real wound within him. A bit of guilt nipped at Atsushi,
but he would have to remind himself that though he was using the boy, the boy
agreed to use him back, and thus he had no reason to feel as such. Yet, that
wasn’t so convincing and easier said than done. Atsushi quickened his pace once
more, and with strong slams against the younger’s hips, Ryuu’s name left Io’s
lips and all the green-haired teen could muster were sharp yelps, his eyes
widening and hands balling tightly.
And, soon, their climax was met.
The dusk was upon them, and while Io made to clean himself up and redress,
Atsushi wasn’t in such as much of a hurry. His pants were up, but not buttoned,
his uniform shirt hung atop his shoulders, but his torso completely exposed.
His glasses sat at the edge of the desk he leaned on and in his hand was a pack
of cigarettes. When he placed one between his lips and lit the butt, Io stared,
wide-eyed.
“I didn’t know you were a smoker, Kinugawa-senpai,” he murmured shyly.
Atsushi snorted, and spoke absentmindedly, “Neither did I.”
Before the other could retort, the door opened, and a voice followed suit.
“Atsushi, come on. I can’t wait much-”
En’s usual blank expression did not change as his eyes took in the scene he had
encountered. Atsushi in his state of partial-undress, cigarette in his mouth,
and Io finishing the buttons upon his shirt. There was a silence in the room,
and the youngest wore blazing cheeks, as he knew there was no way to dispel
this with any excuse he could have mustered.
“Y-Yufuin-senpai…”
Atsushi hadn’t moved, his own face blank and he didn’t even try to cover for
himself or Io. En’s eyes flicked over to Io, who stiffened at the gaze. The
brunette walked over, silent as his stare met with his friend’s. Reaching toe
to toe, he flipped the cartridge open and slipped a stick out for himself.
Never taking his eyes from Atsushi’s, he parted his lips slightly, placing the
head of the cigarette between the space, and leaned forward, nudging his unlit
butt to the other’s lit one. For another moment, those cerulean eyes glanced
over to Io, who was flushing not just in embarrassment for being caught, but
for the scene he was observing. With the cigarette lit, En pulled back,
inhaling with closed eyes before removing the toy and puffing out a bit of
smoke.
“You have two minutes,” he stated simply. He tapped the end of the cigarette
once against the desk behind Atsushi, who remained silent and expression still
unwavering. En placed it in his back pocket, turning and exiting the room,
closing the door behind him and leaving a stale atmosphere in the room.
“Kinugawa-senpai,” Io looked to Atsushi whose eyes were trained on the door.
“Talk to Ryuu, Io,” was the muttered response.
“E-Excuse me?”
Dull yet sparkling eyes were turned to the second year, and Atsushi gave a
gentle smile as he continued with, “Talk to him. I think it’s obvious that
despite any physical pleasure our bodies receive, our hearts just aren’t in it.
Talk with Ryuu. I don’t believe you misunderstood the situation back then. Ryuu
is sensitive and I think he’s just scared. Trust in him, sit him down, and
explain it all to him.”
Io’s eyes were wide, he was surprised as the elder put out his cigarette (the
desk once again being the subject of this abuse) and began to adjust his
clothing. “But, the girls…”
“Talk to him, Io,” Atsushi urged once more, shrugging on his school jacket, tie
in hand and not even bothering to wrap it about his collar. “Be happy.” And,
with that, Atsushi was the next to leave the room and Io was left to ponder his
thoughts.
The two wouldn’t use each other anymore. They were to grow up and face their
feelings, deal with them like adults and with that they were going to find
happiness one way or another. Io understood and took the words of his senpai to
heart.
“En-chan!” Atsushi scurried down the hall after his friend. His heart was
racing and cheeks flushed, an excitement within him as he grew closer to that
broad-shouldered back. “En-chan!” As he neared, he reached out for the other’s
arm, to place a hand on his shoulder, but when the fawn-haired youth felt the
other’s presence, he snapped away, eyes avoiding the dark-haired teen’s
direction. Atsushi’s heart fell, and the small bit of joy that was just born
suddenly died in the pit of his stomach. Had he misread the situation? “E-En-
chan, what’s wr-?”
“How long have you been doing this?” the other muttered.
A dark brow rose, “I-I don’t know…” He was trying to be honest, but he felt
shame burn under his skin. “About a month…”
When eyes; colored the same shade of blue as the young man’s name when in
battle; looked to him, his own fell to his feet. His knees were trembling as he
wondered to himself just what he had gotten himself into. “Why?”
Atsushi’s back teeth began to grind, his hands turning to fists he peeked up
and was surprised to see that it was not disdain on his friend’s features, but
an expression of hurt. “I…” what was he to say? What was the truth? What was an
excuse? “I needed…to know…”
There was a pause as the glasses-eyed boy awaited a response. En turned his
body to face him, but the connection of their gazes still didn’t match, “Know
what? What it was like to have a guy under you? Or…in you?”
“No!” Brows knitted together and a sudden horror plastered itself on Atsushi’s
face. He didn’t want this, no misunderstandings, nothing to convince En to
abandon him. “That wasn’t it! I needed to know…if what I wanted was a ‘man’ or
you!”
En’s eyes widened, and all while Atsushi’s lips were trembling with nerves, he
was suddenly grabbed by the brunette and the quivering ceased as his mouth was
assaulted. Chapped lips were pressing against his in a bruising fashion, when
he suddenly made to gasp for air after being caught off-guard, a tongue slipped
in and he almost bit it. His entire being froze and it explored his mouth,
rubbing against his own tongue as teeth clacked together. Hands were gripping
his shoulders and his loins were aflame once more, but he didn’t know what to
do. His mind was fuzzy and he wasn’t sure if acting on his instinctual drive
was a good idea or not. He whimpered, and En pulled away, rubbing the saliva
off of his chin with his sleeve, he was almost breathless with pink speckled
cheeks.
“Idiot,” En murmured.
Atsushi’s breathing was burdened, and the other was trying to hide the way his
was, as well. “E-En-chan…?”
Once more, En placed a kiss to his lips. A soft peck that left as quickly as it
came. “I’m going home. I need to…” his eyes were shining and the dark-haired
teen could barely hear him over the beating of his heart. “I need to think
about some things. But, I’ll call you tonight.” Another kiss. “Go home and
rest.”
He was silent, but he did nothing as the aquatic youth walked away. Leaving him
alone in the hall with a frazzled mind. Was this a good thing? Was he so sure
that En was reciprocating his feelings? But, he was hopeful, and things were
looking up for him. Yes, he was going to take this chance. Maybe he should have
done so to begin with, but…Hopefully, for Io, things would end up in a similar
fashion.
The Following Day
“Hey! There’s a burn mark here!” Yumoto cried as the Earth Defense Club was
gathered in the room during break.
“Where?!” Ryuu quipped, brows raising in intrigue.
“On this desk!”
Three of the other young Battle Lovers froze as the unaware duo examined the
burn mark that En had left that previous day. Their eyes shifted between each
other’s but they refused to say anything.
“Io!”
The young economically-savvy teen looked to Ryuu with a jump in his skin,
“Yes?”
Pink brows were furrowed, a scowl on his lips, “You don’t think it was the
student council, do you?”
Io almost wanted to release a sigh of relief that there was no suspect of any
of the team members who committed the crime, but he straightened, walking over
to lean against the desk that Ryuu was sitting on. He moved a bit of hair that
ended up slipping into Ryuu’s face, and he smiled, “I don’t think so, but you
never know.”
A light dust appeared on Ryuu’s features. His eyes fell down in an
uncharacteristical manner, mouth pursing together as he murmured, “O-Oh…”
A brow rose above glasses as Atsushi took in the unfamiliar exchange between
the two, and when Io’s eyes met his with a knowing gleam, a prideful gleam,
Atsushi’s heart felt a soothing warmth within.Good, he thought. I hope it all
goes well. It was then that he felt something bump into his hand, when he
looked down he saw that it was En’s as they were standing beside the window and
using the windowpane as support. He looked up and cerulean eyes were peeking
from the corner over to him.
“Sorry,” he mumbled with a smirk. “My hand slipped.”
It took a moment before Atsushi realized the intention, hands touching, he
flushed and turned his gaze to his shoes as he whispered, “I-It’s fine.”
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Yumoto shouted, waving his arms with a delightful beam of a
smile. “Let’s investigate! We can be detectives! The Case of the Desk Burner
and Club Infiltrator!”
“Eh?” En rose a brow.
“Yeah!” Ryuu agreed, pumping his fists in the air. “I wanna get my hands on
whoever stepped foot in here! It’s a challenge, I say! They’re challenging us!
They don’t take us seriously!”
“We don’t take ourselves seriously,” Atsushi smiled wryly.
“I think it’s a good idea to let them,” Io shrugged, lips turned upwards.
“They’ll tire of it soon.”
“Hey!” the two of topic looked to Io with sour expressions of insult.
Io chuckled, and once more Atsushi’s heart fluttered. The boy seemed to be so
much more sincere in his emotions. There was a light about him and observing
that made him feel comfortable with his own current happiness. He leaned a bit
to his left, hand bumping into En’s and softly spoke, “Sorry. My hand…”
The brunette smiled, leaning to his right and using his leg to cover the view
of their hands as his fingers intertwined with the dark-haired teen’s. Atsushi
almost protested, but the twiddling of fingers on the back of his hand soothed
him. He smiled, and decided that he would count his blessings.
He took a detour, but he finally found where he wanted to be.
At En’s side.
-End
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