Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/8462812.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      モブサイコ100_|_Mob_Psycho_100
  Relationship:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo/Reigen_Arataka, Kageyama_Ritsu/Suzuki_Shou
  Character:
      Kageyama_"Mob"_Shigeo, Reigen_Arataka, Kageyama_Ritsu, Suzuki_Shou,
      Original_Characters, Reigen_Arataka's_Mother
  Additional Tags:
      Established_Relationship, cheerleader_mob, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Sexual
      Roleplay, Cheerleaders, Developing_ShouRitsu_relationship, Ritsu_shows
      hints_of_tsun, Character_Death, Grieving, Hurt/Comfort, Blowjobs, Young
      Love, First_Time, mentions_of_child_abuse
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-11-03 Updated: 2017-05-16 Chapters: 13/? Words: 37110
****** Welcome to the Jungle ******
by pandoras_thomg
Summary
     Due to a common mistake and Ritsu's flimsy morals, Mob has been
     drafted into his school's new cheerleading team. Though he and Reigen
     have been dating for a while, Mob and his Shishou should be careful,
     or one misstep could publicly expose the couple and tear them apart.
     In addition, Ritsu finds himself having alarming feelings for that
     rude, annoying redhead boy he keeps seeing at the gym.
     This work is a sequel story to Cringe Week
Notes
     This story is a sequel to my earlier Reimob fic, Cringe Week! Reigen
     and Mob are now a couple... even though Shige's parents don't
     actually know about the two of them yet, nor the rest of Mob's
     school. But all of that may change once Mob is forced out of his
     comfort zone to become the sole male member of the cheerleading team!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Try New Things *****
Today at the student council meeting, Ritsu paid particular attention to the
new sheaf of school documents in his hand. The review process for athletic club
registrations was beginning this morning. Ritsu yawned, realizing that four
hours of sleep was not the amount that his body was due. A new lease on life
required training and focus. He’d started working out. The only problem was,
this new influx of physical activity increased his waking hours. Ritsu would
wake up in the middle of the night, grasping for a place to put this energy,
and eventually start playing video games until dawn. So his attention this
morning, at best, was fleeting. But this all changed when he viewed the
documents in his hand.
It was a registration form filled out by none other than his older brother,
signed neatly at the bottom in his handwriting. What this suggested made
Ritsu’s head spin.
To have a background perspective from Ritsu was impossible, but it was easy
enough to explain his surprise. Ritsu only knew half of the story: Salt High
School had recently acquired some new coaches from overseas. Because of this,
new clubs opened up, and the outdoor athletic department was pushed harder to
win medals. One of the sports introduced in this new light was the soccer team.
Unfortunately, only the male’s soccer team was boosted to competitive status,
and the female’s soccer team was on the way, they just needed to submit their
forms. Furthermore, the distaff sport to soccer was a traditional American
sport called cheerleading. Cheerleading, according to Western movies and shows,
was an activity on par with idol dancing in Japan. All it required was
coordination, attitude, and the right moves. Oh right, and a cute outfit. A
cute, skimpy outfit. All this, Nii-san had signed up for. It was right on this
paper.
“Uhm...” Ritsu stuttered, eyes practically boggling.
“Oh, are you checking out the girls’ registrations?” student council president
Kamuro said slyly as he set down his bag at the head of the table, “Bad boy.”
“Erm...” Ritsu gulped, “These new club activities are really different from our
usual ones. Say, who was it that we hired as the cheerleading coach?”
“Uh...” the president pondered, tapping his cheek, “It’s... Rebecca Haire, I
think... Off the top of my head. Haire-sensei is the coach from the U.S.”
“Really...” Ritsu muttered to himself as he leafed through the paper stacks,
“Are there other students registered for the cheerleading club who I could
interview for this process?”
“What do you mean, ‘other students’? Whose form did you review just now?”
Ritsu had a drop of sweat rolling down his cheek. “...Eh?”
“You just had a form in your hand! Hey, don’t try to hide it!” the student
council president criticized him, turning away, “Give me a break this morning
with the weird stuff.”
Ritsu returned to looking at his brother’s form. Weird, yes, but it was real.
Mob was signing up for the girls’ cheerleading team.
Maybe Ritsu was too sleep deprived to judge things rationally, because he caved
in to Nii-san’s request, accepting it way quicker than he should have, had he
been a proper younger brother. Ritsu, scandalized by himself, formally approved
the registration, signing the bottom with the official stamp of the student
council.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mob accidentally filled out the wrong club form.
He wasn’t sure which one it was, as there could be a full spectrum of athletic
activities he had no talents in. Instead of applying for the High School Body
Improvement Club that all his fellow club members from middle school had signed
up for, Mob awkwardly took the wrong form home with him and didn’t bother to
check for error because he was told that an adult coach would be training them.
He was correct... There was an adult coach assigned to train the Body
Improvement Club. He just hadn’t chosen the right club or the right coach. This
new coach had a European or American name, and as a result Mob was unable to
tell their gender or recognize them from anywhere else.
He resigned himself to the embarrassment of going to the student council to
request a switch, but at least his brother would be there. Now, it was a little
late, and whatever Mob could do to relieve the issue was not possible right
this moment.
In his Shishou’s bedroom he didn’t have time to think idly unless he was either
asleep or sick. Reigen kept him busy with one private assignment after another.
There was another world of intimacy that Mob wanted to know. He let his mentor
guide him with his words and his touches, falling deeper and deeper in love
with his master. He oftentimes wasn’t sure how he deserved to be with someone
so caring. Shigeo had no clue that his viewpoint was about to be transformed
into something better.
Reigen had a voyeuristic streak that had gotten meaner and itchier since Mob
told him about his exhibitionist fantasies. They went hand in hand together,
brought friction to each other’s forms.
To think that a simple mirror could make such a difference... Reigen was
stroking Mob in front of the mirror. It provided him with a juicy sight. They
were being brave and trying out this new idea since it had to do with Mob’s
voyeurism kink, as well as a few other nontraditional methods of stimulation.
Reigen had a feather in his hand. Mob had his wrists tied. And he was kneeling
in front of Reigen’s big bedroom mirror while Reigen tortured him with the
barest of sensations. He’d been doing it for a while now. Reigen had built him
up, getting him so aroused that there was no turning back, only to take
advantage of Mob’s situation by relentlessly teasing him with the feather. The
boy panted and writhed, making a desperate face.
“Ah, hah...” he mewled.
“Show me what you can do...” Mob’s Shishou said, voice husky and excited. The
feather in his hand lightly stroked the boy’s arms, his thighs, and his calves.
Shigeo twisted his body around and avoided the mirror, trying to focus on
Reigen while in a daze... “I’ll do... anything you want... Please, don’t
stop... Oh, Shishou, please. I’ll do anything...”
“Anything?” said Reigen, inspired.
“How can I make you go f-further than this? I’m begging you... Shishou, p-
please, help me... Aahn, hah...!” Shigeo cried, suffering from the tortuous
stimulation of the feather.
“Good question.” Reigen mused, “I think we’ll start with this...” he trailed
the tip of the feather over the length of Shigeo’s throbbing penis. “Aahh...”
the boy moaned, unable to help himself.
He looked at his own reflection, noticing his disheveled hair, tear filled eyes
and flushed red face. Reigen was making a mess of him. It was so, so
interesting to see it right before his eyes. Although he avoided direct eye
contact with his reflection, he knew that Reigen enjoyed his resistance to
self-flattery, and the conflict inside Shigeo about who he was allowed to be
when he was with Shishou made both of them realize why mirror play was
considered an erotic kink. It was psychological.
The mirror awakened something inside him when he accepted his perverse inner
self, blinded for a lifetime. He realized that he’d become the voyeur of his
body through Reigen’s eyes. By showing Mob what he looked like in the mirror,
Reigen made the boy directly complicit in his own sexual objectification. It
made Mob’s heartbeat pound in his ears. He loved how creative Shishou was.
After a while, Reigen took the game further.
“Ready for me to teach you a new technique, Mobbu?” Reigen asked over Mob’s
shoulder, staring at the boy’s quivering reflection. Shigeo made explicit eye
contact with Reigen’s reflection, gasped, then looked away again, further
darkening his cheeks. The man had starvation in his eyes, yet he was being so
patient.
“H~ah...” he started whining again as the man put down the feather and then ran
his hands up and down the sides of Shigeo’s lithe, young body. Shigeo’s cock
throbbed. He just wanted Shishou to touch him already! But a part of him, the
part making the primary choice of “do” or “don’t” stayed its protests because
of how entertaining this game was. No doubt Shishou was thinking the same
thing.
“You did say that you wanted this new thing from me...” said Reigen as he
gently touched Mob’s parted lips and coaxed them open past the teeth. His
fingers stroked inside the boy’s velvet mouth, giving him an example of the
feeling. As Mob sighed, his throat vibrated. Reigen knew, if Mob was up to it,
the sheer tremors of this boy would travel up his cock like electricity. Just
thinking about it made him harder.
“Yes...” Mob accepted the task coyly when the fingers left his mouth. His
careful glance at Reigen, and the man’s nod, let him know he was on the right
track. He was still tied at the wrists, so he asked Reigen for help.
“Can I really do this without my hands?”
“If you are worried, we can be more creative.” said Reigen, “You have
telekinesis. You don’t need to strain yourself physically, if you hang upside
down...”
Shigeo went fully red. He nodded. That idea sounded so good in his mind. Would
it be just as good in real life? He trusted his Shishou with it, letting the
man direct him.
“There you go.” Reigen approved while Shigeo floated a little and rotated his
body so that he was upside down, with his legs apart in front of Reigen’s face.
Shigeo was hyper aware of his own genitals in this position, hanging from him
like a grapevine, vulnerably close to Reigen’s lips. He was also somewhat
distracted by his Shishou’s cock obstinately poking him in the face. It was
going to happen, this unique new thing he shared with Reigen. Mob had
butterflies in his stomach, anticipating it.
“Knee me in the face if you can’t handle it. The whole thing might be a little
hard for you. This is only your first time getting to know this trick.” Reigen
said. Mob couldn’t see him at all. All he saw was the cock in front of him, the
shining, purplish glans threatening to push past his lips if not for his
clenched teeth. He did a deep breath and parted them, craning himself to go
down on Reigen carefully.
“Ah...” groaned his Shishou with clenched eyelids, “Mobbu, that’s right... Keep
going...”
The silk mouth wrapping around his penis was a heavenly feeling. And the
sensations were about to be even better in a second. Reigen, disciplining
himself, brought his own mouth to Shigeo’s cock, flicking his tongue at the
glans to receive a strangled moan from the boy below. Reigen’s lips let Mob’s
dick part them and he took the boy in his mouth.
Before Mob even knew it, he was deep in a swirling, sucking vice. He felt
Reigen’s quick tongue licking up the sensitive underside of his shaft and
exclaimed suddenly, but was choked off by the man’s cock going down his throat.
Reigen opened his eyes disbelievingly, trying to dedicate himself to the job
despite the rumbling pleasure of Mob’s voice. It broke out over the surface of
his cock, thrumming like a beehive.
Good, Mobbu... Reigen thought, while Shigeo bobbed his head faithfully. He was
doing a good job, although he was sloppy, so lost without a way to control the
situation ordinarily. Reigen could feel Shigeo’s saliva dripping down the
length of his cock. With the penis keeping his mouth and throat opened wide,
Mob had no way of hiding the muffled squeals and sobs that drove Reigen’s dick
crazy and made him suck him harder. In response, the boy’s toes pointed in the
air; Reigen gave him no retreat.
Reigen was suspicious of the boy’s raw talent, and anticipated that, without a
plan to make Shigeo come first, he’d explode right in the boy’s mouth. That
wasn’t fair to Shigeo. He wanted Mob to feel the fire and ice release without
having a thick splash of cum all over his face. He sucked the tip of the glans
and ran his tongue over a pulsing vein, each time going down deeper until his
mouth was around the base.
Mob was getting dizzy with his head upside down. Because he was just so
overwhelmed that he could hardly think, he made no effort to stop Reigen. It
didn’t feel painful, but he was certainly unable to communicate any other
protest when he felt so close to coming. The rising sensation spiraled within
him, about to unleash itself so violently that his voice broke in his throat.
The drum, beating inside his body, controlled him like a sway. He couldn’t hold
on any longer. Reigen took him higher and higher until Mob was crying.
“Shit...” Reigen muttered, taking Mob by the knees. He was totally going at it
now, with the way that Shigeo was making noise, but he honestly anticipated
that Mob would come a lot sooner.
His own cock was heavier than lead, squeezed repeatedly into Shigeo’s tight,
concentratedly hot mouth. He’d come soon if things kept going like this. Mob
would have let him know if they should stop, wouldn’t he?
Shigeo wasn’t hitting him... Either way, Reigen realized he would reach climax
quicker than this boy and ruin Mob’s first time giving a reciprocated blow job
if he didn’t interrupt things. Although he was terribly regretful, he let Mob’s
engorged penis pop out of his mouth. It wavered between Mob’s legs, and Reigen
realized how unusually red and angry the thing had become. He’d moved his
pelvis away from Mob, who was gasping.
For Mob, the lack of pressure was rewarding for his mouth. His cock felt like a
brick between his shaking legs, and it was burning, too. The loss of
stimulation made him realize how much blood was pumping through his veins
before, and how little of it now resided in his head. His telekinesis brought
him back down to the bed, right side up, so that he could make sense of things,
and fall down, into Reigen’s arms. The ropes untied themselves and flung
themselves over the edge of the bed.
“I couldn’t focus... Sorry...” he said, “I ran out of breath...”
“I’m sorry...” Reigen told Mob, hugging him, “I didn’t realize...”
“I wish we could keep doing that.” Mob bemoaned.
“It’s okay. Whatever, it’s not about that. Are you okay?” said Reigen, looking
at Mob’s eyes.
“Ungh...” Mob swallowed, “Please, Shishou, let’s keep going...” he moved to
touch Reigen, but he was stopped by Reigen grabbing his arm. “Wait, Mobbu.” he
said. Although panting and hard, Reigen lead with his brain this time.
“No more roleplaying right now,” said Reigen calmly, “Look at me. Are you
alright?”
Shigeo shivered. Reigen had shattered their fantasy to seriously consider his
health, and it stirred some butterflies in his stomach.
“I want to know if you’re okay.” repeated Reigen, forehead almost touching
Shigeo’s.
Mob snapped out of it, brought to his senses by the severity of Reigen’s
concern. He pulled the sheets up to his face, hiding himself out of shame.
“Sorry!” he exclaimed, “I-I thought you wanted me to keep up with you!”
Reigen sighed. He took Mob’s face between his hands.
“The sex isn’t everything.” said Reigen, “Don’t force yourself to be willing if
you’re not comfortable. Even if it’s your body that wants it, your body can
lie. We both know this, Mobbu.”
Mob was quiet, eyes eclipsed by his straight black hair. He could be thinking
of anything right now.
“Thank you, Shishou...” he whispered. Relaxing, Reigen put an arm around
Shigeo’s shoulder and stretched out his legs in bed.
“You made me worried there, for a second.” he said with a hint of admirer’s
fatigue and put his hand on Mob’s head.
“I’m sorry.” Mob replied, hair fanning out as he rested his head on the man’s
shoulder, “I knew that you’d stop if I asked, but I didn’t know how much of me
actually wanted to stop, so I couldn’t control myself... I’m really thankful
that you knew.”
“Is this not the first time that you’ve felt this way?” asked Reigen, rubbing
Mob’s shoulder up and down.
“I don’t know...” Shigeo began, “it’s hard to tell how I feel when everything
feels so good...”
“There’s no way for you to doubt your willingness, is what you’re saying...”
Reigen said, going “hmm,” “I guess it’s odd to chose to have sex when you don’t
notice the reasons not to, and you know you can’t notice.”
“But I know that I wanna do it with you.” Mob disagreed, squeezing Reigen’s
hand and blushing, “Love... is mainly responsible for that. But this is my
choice, to do it. In fact...”
Mob turned and looked his Shishou straight in the eye.
“I let you touch me because I love you. You are the only person who could do
that to me without making me feel used.”
Reigen’s look proved to Shigeo that he’d done the right thing to tell him that.
The stress was erased from his Shishou’s face. Shigeo’s hands grazed over the
man’s chin and jaw, admiring the shape and texture. He brought those features
closer and closer until his mouth was over Reigen’s, connecting to him through
lips.
“The feeling’s mutual.” assured Reigen as they broke from it, stroking Mob’s
ear. The boy shuddered pleasurably, aware of his erection. Mob felt more naked
right now than before. His skin tingled with expectation, hairs raising.
“Ah...” he murmured softly, arching up a little bit, “I still need you.”
“Uh huh.” Reigen said, watching him with amusement, “I could listen to you say
those words all day long. Let me hear them just one more time.” He suddenly
flipped Mob over on his back, crawling over him. His shadow over Mob showed
just how large his body was in comparison. He could pin Shigeo easily, and knew
Mob’s body well enough to give him a good time he’d doubtlessly enjoy. This
fact, coupled with their erections grazing each other, made Mob’s breath
quicken. He disciplined himself to remain motionless underneath Reigen,
thinning his lips with the effort.
“Hmm?” Reigen contemplated archly, “Cat got your tongue, Mobbu?”
“Ah, I, I...” Shigeo stammered. His skin burned against Reigen’s. He quietly
murmured “I need you, Shishou.”
Down below, he felt his Shishou get harder from hearing him say it so closely.
“Ha~h,” Mob whimpered, tilting his head as he felt his own cock swell.
Before he knew it, Reigen had him on his hands and knees, nudging his legs
apart with an air of purpose.
“Shishou...” he panted, turning around to watch Reigen.
The man squirted a tube of lube over his fingers and rubbed them together
quickly, causing a lewd liquid noise. Mob gasped as the fingers gently rubbed
his anus in circles.
“Aahh...” he moaned, arching his back. He felt Reigen’s fingers going inside
and he gripped the sheets in tight fists, biting his lip.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” said Reigen as he brushed his lips against Mob’s
back.
At a certain point, the discomfort was a thing of the past. Mob’s Shishou had
encountered his prostate before, and knew very well how good it made him feel.
As he rolled a finger up in a coaxing motion, he listened to Mob’s shocked moan
and enjoyed the way the boy practically sobbed with pleasure each time he
massaged it. Shigeo clearly did need him, bucking his hips on top of Reigen’s
fingers to get the maximum contact with his sweet spot. Reigen also felt it in
the way his muscles clenched around his intrusion. A terrible need, indeed.
“Ah, ahnn...” he cried. He looked back at Reigen, and this made the man’s pulse
thud in his ears. The way Mob was looking at him, he had to take him soon.
“Mmm...” Reigen hummed while his fingers inside Shigeo pressed against his
sensitive areas, “You look perfect... God...” he whispered, entranced.
“Oh...” Mob sobbed, his body trembling completely. He was a second away from
coming, “Shi... Shishou, I...!”
The pleasure built up and surrounded his mind, giving him nowhere to hide from
the orgasm that hit him. “Hah, hah, hah...! Ah...!” He threw his head back. The
feeling unfurled inside him, making his toes curl.
“Aaah!” he cried. His cum shot onto the towel Reigen had lain on the bed. His
limbs buckled and he sank into the pillow, panting from the exertion.
“Mhm...” Reigen approved as his fingers pulled out, “I think you’re ready now.”
The boy, still huffing, turned his sweaty body around and hooked his fingers
around Reigen’s clavicle, pulling him in to try to kiss him while Reigen was
doing something with a bottle by the bedside. He panted into Reigen’s face,
aware of what was happening but too aroused to form a sentence. Saliva ran down
his chin, indicating how overwhelmed he was by Reigen’s touch. “A~h, Shishou,
yes...” he moaned as he situated himself onto his back. He let Reigen part his
legs, aroused by the man’s intentionality.
“Good... Very good.” said Reigen, surveying Mob’s sweet face and body. So
tempting for anyone who would see this, he thought. He was privately relieved
Mob wasn’t with someone who would hurt him.
“Mobbu, time to practice.” he said. Shigeo wriggled closer to him and, totally
red, unwrapped the rubber and pinched the center of the circle, placing it on
the tip of Reigen’s much larger penis. His hands were slippery, and the condom
was lubed, so he struggled with rolling it down, but he managed. Observing him,
Reigen stroked Shigeo’s cock, bringing it back to its hard state. The boy
panted while he rolled the rubber down his Shishou’s cock, all the way to the
bottom.
“S-so big...” he shuddered without realizing he’d said it loud enough for
Shishou to hear, closing his eyes to imagine how it would feel inside him. He
knew it would feel like his body could shoot sparks.
His Shishou hooked his shoulders into the crook of Mob’s knees. With his head
between Mob’s raised legs, he looked down at Mob. Mob held the stare; of course
he liked it when Shishou took things slowly, even though he was supposed to not
like it when he wanted to show another side of himself. Reigen said something
so scarily accurate that it was almost as if he’d read his mind.
“You have grown up.”
“Eh?” Shigeo exclaimed, an embarrassed blush swarming his face. He was brought
back to that past situation in the press conference room, when a barrier
shattered between them. Who would want to take someone like that back unless
they loved them?
Reigen laughed out of embarrassment a little, adding to his earlier statement
to avoid confusion. “I mean, I see... that you’re not like a kid anymore. Or
rather... not somebody who doesn’t know what they’re in for... Anyway,
Mobbu...”
Reigen pressed his cock into the soft bubble ass the boy had. It was always a
comfortable cushion, as he’d discovered by spending time with it in his hands
and mouth. He poked at Mob’s slippery, lubed anus, rubbing him there. “Ready?”
he said.
Shigeo shuddered and said “yes” softly.
When the tip went inside, followed by the girth of the shaft, his breath
hitched and his eyes clenched shut. “H-ha-ah,” he stuttered, wincing. Reigen
pushed slowly, giving Mob a kiss as he gave Mob time to appreciate the full
length inside him. The boy was drowning in the heat and wet licks of Reigen’s
tongue in his mouth. Beads of sweat pooled down around his lower back. “ahe...”
“Don’t worry, Mobbu.” Reigen said, “This will get easier...”
He wasn’t one to talk. Reigen’s ragged breath blew away little droplets of
sweat from his face. Mob felt so good. He was so damn tight it was almost
surreal... Mob’s insides squeezed his dick in a chokehold, intermittently
thrumming with waves of spasms that made Reigen’s cock twitch. As he sank all
the way inside Shigeo, he let out a big breath, hands shaking by Mob’s reclined
head.
“Hah...” he gasped, proud of his disciple, “How does that feel, Mobbu?”
Mob’s arm was flung over his eyes but he lifted it to gaze at Reigen. “Good...”
he whispered, gasping for air.
Reigen took the arm and held the wrist down without malice,
“Relax...” he whispered to Mob, beginning to pull out, only to thrust back in
again, deeply and slowly. Mob’s voice went higher as Reigen’s cock repeatedly
invaded him, gaining a desperate note to it.
“Ah~” he moaned again and again, unable to keep his hips from rolling up into
Reigen’s each time the man thrust into him. His lower lip quivered and he
arched his stomach to the sky. He took the sheets in his free hand and held on
for dear life. “Oh, Shishou~ Shishou~ Aaah~”
Reigen loved how Mob was so vocal and how he tried to convey his feelings even
with the arousal building inside him, drowning out his thoughts. He relished
the sweet breathlessness of his disciple with each thrust of his hips... and he
knew that basically, this was all there was. Nothing could be better than this
connection.
He brushed his lips over Mob’s. Mob’s mouth was open, waiting for a kiss. He
gave it to him, exploring his mouth with the actions of his tongue. A storm was
building up inside Mob, or rather, outside of him. Wind whipped the leaves of
the trees outside in the parking lot into the air. A clap of thunder resounded.
Mob was close. As the rumbling noise broke out, Mob cried out desperately.
“Aaah...! Shishou!”
Reigen fucked harder, slamming his hips into Mob’s and raising the tone of
Mob’s voice. “Aah~! Aah~! Shishou, please, more~!” he cried, tears spilling
from his eyes.
His orgasm was coming. It spiraled up inside him and chilled his senses,
wrenching breathless sobs out of Mob. “Aaah~! Please~! Please~! Aaah...!”
His back arched and he saw black for a moment. He almost passed out from anemia
because he came so hard.
“Aaahh!” he screamed, tossing his head upwards.
Reigen, proud of him, felt himself rise up into the heavens as well. He winced
as his seed unfurled inside the condom, letting out his masculine energies. He
slammed into Mobbu until he was dry, panting over him like he’d run a marathon.
“Hah... hah...”
Shigeo, coming back to awareness, looked at his Shishou with post coital bliss,
eyes half lidded lazily.
“Oh...” he mewled as the cock left him, sliding out flaccidly.
Reigen threw the used rubber into the bedside trash bin and came back to kiss
Shigeo. He wrapped his arms around him like he was scared to let go.
“I love you.” Shigeo whispered in his ear. It made the man hold on tighter.
They washed themselves and flung on their day clothes afterwards. Mob was about
to go home. Reigen escorted him to the train station, giving him one last
goodbye kiss, and allowed the boy to leave him to be with his family.
As he walked back to his apartment, Reigen idly reflected on his life. You
couldn’t see the stars because of the city lights, but you knew they were
shining.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mob was eating dinner with his folks. Ritsu tapped him on the shoulder,
excitedly congratulating his Nii san.
“Congrats on deciding to do something new!”
At first Mob choked on his food. He recovered, blushing and asking Ritsu what
he meant.
Ritsu drew in a breath, knowing he’d made the right choice to support his bro.
“You are officially a part of the Salt High School Cheerleading Team!”
***** Do Your Best *****
Chapter Summary
     A reminder of reality comes to the Kageyamas. Mob has a chance to
     turn things around, but he is not so sure if he is willing...
In the evening that followed dinner, which Mob gulped down uncertainly, he
tried to reason with his brother. They lounged in Ritsu's room, which Ritsu
didn't really mind. He listened to his Nii-san's concerns and had been
anticipating that his brother would waver over the choice. But he was more than
a little surprised, and ashamed, when Shigeo told him that the whole thing was
an accident.
"Ritsu, I don't think it's a good idea to have me join the cheerleading team. I
have commitments to the Body Improvement Club, and anyway, I don't really know
a thing about cheerleading. I didn't sign that form knowingly."
"I'm sorry, Nii-san." Ritsu said softly with the wind leaving his sails. He was
looking forward to watching Nii-san cheer. It would boost morale, definitely.
Even though he was supposed to not be so interested in the idea of his older
brother in a trim, pleated uniform that only came down to his hips. Due to his
neglect, his Nii-san was in trouble with the school administration. But this
problem soon revealed itself as a boon, when Shigeo's mother received a call
from his school.
At first Mob was worried that the school would be calling to complain about his
missed days. He was right- how could they ignore his glaring record? He sat by
his mother in the kitchen as she brusquely answered the administrator on the
other end. At last, she finally put the phone down and looked at Shigeo.
"So, Shigeo, how are you planning to make up for all your missed classes? Do
you have a plan?"
"Ah, no, I don't..." murmured Shigeo nervously.
Ritsu happened upon the two of them conversing over this rich topic.
"The school just called to tell me that you won't pass sophomore year at this
rate." said the mother tiredly. She kneaded the skin between her eyes, looking
downcast as a parent.
"But, is there nothing Nii-san can do?" Ritsu interjected.
Mob was quietly waiting for the guillotine to drop. Now, his mother would
condemn him from spending time with his boss when he should be studying and
resting for school. He'd be put on watch and the days spent with his Shishou
would be fewer and fewer...
"Wait." Ritsu said calmly, "What about extracurricular experience?"
"... Eh? What do you mean by that, Ritsu?" asked their mother, holding the
landline phone primly.
Ritsu spoke provisionally, biting his lip.
"I'm sure that if I can apply pressure on the student council, we can allow
Nii-san's progress on his extracurricular activities to stand for his academic
invisibility. With the school so desperate to receive accolades from other
schools, Nii-san has a chance to tempt the admins onto his side if he helps
Salt High win the annual medal."
"Really?" said his mother, pleased. She looked at her oldest son.
"Your brother just gave you a chance to get a special pass, Shigeo. Thank
goodness. Well, I will return the call now, and you, Ritsu, must go inform your
student committee. The sooner we get this task arranged, the sooner we can rest
easy about this family passing and going to college."
Mob, having taken a seat by his mother at the table, gave startled looks to
both of them.
"Ah, but, does it have to be cheerleading?" he asked anxiously, feeling a
flight-or-fight response kicking up in him.
"It can be whatever you want, Nii-san." assured Ritsu, "But I really think that
you should see what it's like at tryouts. You'll meet the coach and know more
about your options."
Shigeo worried his lip. Would it really be okay?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He called his Shishou that night to tell him about what happened. His Shishou
sighed deeply, upset when Mob told him how the school threatened his mother on
the phone.
"This has gotta be mostly my fault." he groaned, his voice on the other end
sounding warm but tired, "Mobbu, are you okay with joining the cheerleading
team?"
Nobody had really asked him yet. Shigeo blushed and fiddled with an errant
strand of his hair.
"I don't really want to do it. I don't think I'll be good at it. And anyway, I
thought this whole time that cheerleading was a female sport. I didn't know
male cheerleaders could exist. And... I never thought of becoming one, either."
"Ah, Mobbu, but here is where you have an opportunity to learn something from
other people." Reigen said kindly and confidently, "I mean, if it's the only
way you can pass the year, then it would be better to embrace the novelty of
this experience, right?"
"Yeah..." Shigeo trailed off, falling onto his back in bed. He curled up with
his phone, speaking more softly now, "Shishou, do you think I should go to
college? It's important for me to graduate high school at the right time in
case I want to go there. What will you do? Will you still be here for me?"
"Of course I'm going to be there for you, Mobbu. I always will be. You don't
need to worry about that." said Reigen protectively, "Do what you want to do
with your life. Your life is your own, ok? Your folks just want a good future
for you, but it's got to be your future in the end."
"Yeah..." said Mob with a small smile. His head was against the pillow now.
"You sound sleepy. Come to think of it, it's midnight. Why aren't you in bed?"
asked Reigen.
"I am in bed, Shishou." Shigeo chuckled and rolled onto his stomach. His
Shishou also laughed, and gave him a few parting words.
"Get some rest now, or you'll have regrets tomorrow."
"Okay." mumbled Mob with a yawn.
"Sweet dreams, and... just let me know how the thing goes, ok?" said Reigen.
"Yes." replied Shigeo with a warming face, rolling back to gaze at the ceiling,
wishing that he could be falling asleep right next to his Shishou tonight.
Mob shut off his phone and ended up cuddling with his blankets instead.
***** Bedroom Games *****
Chapter Summary
     Mob struggles on his first day of tryouts and returns to his
     Shishou's house to seek solace.
Chapter Notes
     This is such a long chapter, sorry! I was carried away by reimob
     feelings :P
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The cheer tryouts would last for five days. Mob was nervous once school was
out. His brother tried to pep him up by saying that being a cheerleader would
make him popular.
"Ritsu..." Mob said, toned down for his brother, "I can't be popular as a
cheerleader. People choose girls for something like this, and boys only come as
support."
"Guess what? I did some research on this, Nii-san, and I found out that
organized cheerleading started out as an all-male activity... You'd totally be
justified in being there. You'd belong just as much as everyone else." Ritsu
added.
Sighing, Mob tentatively delved deeper into his argument. "Well... it doesn't
matter so much that cheerleading was exclusively male in the past. Cheerleading
now requires something else..."
He looked at a gathering of female classmates on their way to collectively try
out. Each of them was sporting a hair accessory that sparkled above jangling
locks of long hair, which the outfits- spandex skirts and over-the-knee socks-
also did to accentuate their purity, mystery and strength.
Mob was now mature enough to know that these aspects did not actually make a
personable cheerleader, male or female. Important things had somehow changed
from the first days of cheer. Furthermore, the wholesome appeal of cheerleading
worked great for girls because they could be the mask. Mob wasn't popular or
matured enough to be what these teens were- that is to say, "doing" purity
ironically.
He was also in the literal sense the furthest from pure or celibate out of
anyone in this gymnasium, he thought with a brushing hint of dismissiveness.
The kid was obviously spoiled rotten. Somewhere else, Reigen sneezed.
"What time is it over?" Ritsu asked as they were about to part ways.
"Uh, it's over at 6, but I might be home later..." Mob reasoned, saying the
last part under his breath clearly enough for Ritsu to hear.
Right next to him, Ritsu physically jerked his body away to bring distance
between them as he muttered his farewell.
"Just text me what time you'll be home, Nii-san."
"Ah, okay." said Shigeo falteringly as he watched his brother go.
He returned to his contemplation and realized that he was probably one of the
most sexually experienced people in this room. Half a year ago you could have
told Mob that he'd be worldly in the ways of adults and he would have given you
a deeply adrift stare. Mob did not assume that much of himself back then. To
understand the change between then and now, for Mob, was big.
He was wandering around the gathered students who lined up to fill out their
remaining paperwork. A braying whistle interrupted his thoughts. Startled,
Shigeo turned in its direction, where the lady coach was standing on some
bleachers with her own clipboard.
"Alright students! Everyone must fill out their form and get acquainted with
the basic physical requirements."
Everyone's heads went up to watch her. Was that Haire-sensei? A few people
whispered.
What were the physical requirements? Mob started feeling sweaty and kept his
hands at his sides. They were all going to realize that he didn't belong.
"I want everybody to stand with enough room between you to be able to extend
your arms and legs, if possible." The coach instructed, standing at the head of
the formation, "We're going to start learning some of the basic things you need
to be able to do with your body. Cheer is a gymnastic sport, so you've gotta be
trained before you attempt stunts. Alright?"
The whole room nodded their heads. Mob was at the back, nervously glancing
around. Did any other students have some sort of gymnastic training?
"We're going to learn drills which will show me how athletic you are." said
coach Haire. She told everybody to watch her and lay on the ground with another
student holding her legs and lifting them up until the only part of Couch Haire
touching the floor was her shoulders. "This is the body awareness drill, which
is designed to test your core strength. Now all of you practice this with the
partner next to you."
Mob glanced at his partner. She'd already chosen someone else. Fretting, Mob
started looking around for someone to practice with. He felt way too awkward to
approach anyone and ask. People around him didn't notice him sticking out
alone.
A voice boomed right next to Shigeo, "Okay, everyone!" said the coach out of
nowhere, startling the poor boy. Turning to look at her, a whirlpool of dread
started to stir in his stomach.
"Don't have a partner? Alright, I'll be your partner for the drills." said
Coach Haire affably. She sat down, and Mob followed. He winced when Coach Haire
yelled again to the rest of the group. All heads swung around to look at them.
Mob felt his nervousness increase under his peers' scrutiny.
"Lay down like I did, yes just like that. Now class, I'll demonstrate the body
awareness drill again."
She took Mob's feet in her hands. He felt uncomfortable. She pushed him up from
below. instructing him to straighten his legs.
"Does everyone see what he's doing?" the coach pointed out, "Use the core
muscles to hold the position as your partner keeps pushing your feet up."
Mob didn't dare move or speak while the coach was speaking, aware of many eyes
watching him. Droplets of sweat started to fall from his face as he struggled
to hold his position the higher Coach Haire pushed him. Eventually he gasped
with effort. It had only lasted for a few seconds but he'd had enough.
The torture continued. Coach Haire remained his partner as she showed the group
the other drills: the sit drill, the sit-and-throw drill, and the safety roll.
By the time it was all done, Mob's muscles were aching and he was covered with
a fine sheen of sweat.
"Cheer is about attitude and athleticism." stated the coach to the whole
gymnasium, "You have to keep practicing in these coming days before the final
day of tryouts. Here's what you do." She sat by Mob and demonstrated some
stretches with her legs apart. Poor Shigeo was winded and had to tug on his
shirt to air himself out. There was so much sweat soaked into his white t-shirt
that it clung to him, embarrassingly faithful to the curves of his body. He
wasn't feeling very good about cheerleading right now.
Thankfully, the tryout meeting was short and things winded down when Coach
Haire ended by giving out directions to students about diet, activity, and
performance. Shigeo could hardly hear her and left hurriedly as the whole thing
concluded. He was intent on getting washed, and ideally, being able to be with
Shishou tonight.
~Later that night~
An icy breeze slipped past the open window of Reigen's apartment. The man was
in his small kitchen, siting languidly with one leg over the other. A bit of of
bourbon in his coffee was warming him.
Why was he drinking coffee in the evening if he'd already had his dose of
caffeine this morning? Reigen was musing on that and how the question always
lead him to thoughts of Mob. He felt more tired in the evenings because of how
drained he was at the thought of Mob not coming back.
Truth be told, the poor man was dealing with anxiety about how much he would be
needed in the coming years, as Mob became older, wiser, and more attractive to
his peers. Mob was actually growing up faster than Reigen could have
anticipated, or keep up with, had it been anyone else. He was becoming more and
more "made" by his own drives. It used to be just one little thing that held
Mob's attention prior to now.
Normally, this would have frightened him, but with Mob in a relationship, these
thoughts fed into more pleasurable pathways. Reigen felt like he had watched
the subtle click of the hour hand in his disciple the same way one would look
at a clock- only to know what time was right.
Reigen lived his life wishing to be married someday but wanted to remain
focused on his relationship with his disciple. No woman or man in his life had
made him feel so whole like Mob did. He decided, thoughtful and silent, that he
wanted to be a husband but he would never take another step without Mob. He
already knew that Mob was willing to become united that way. Reigen wouldn't
walk away from him, ever. He wanted to marry Shigeo one day.
He hadn't suspected, in the beginning, that this boy was capable of such
emotional growth in such a short time. Stunned, he predicted that it would only
get faster. Now that he had something precious to hold on to in his private
life, the once-grounding fabric of time would feel like it was pulling out from
under him. He only hoped that his eventual stumble would be a long while from
now.
At least, he hoped, let it keep me on my feet until I've told Mobbu what I need
to tell him and heard his answer.
He rummaged through his pocket for a small packet of matches. Reigen pretty
much only lit his cigarettes with these flimsy things instead of a reliable
lighter to ensure that he only smoked at home, away from Mob. But part of it
was because he loved the tactile sensation of igniting the match, the friction
spark in his hands that grew into a hissing, baby flame. He put the lit match
to the end of the cigarette hanging in his mouth, shielding the flame from the
window draft with a cupped hand. The embers flared up, releasing the scent of
tobacco. Pondering, he decided that the scent would dissatisfy and trouble him
if his creature habits ever made Mob want to start smoking too.
As he took a slow drag in, he winced slightly at the twinge of suffocation
before he exhaled smoothly, filling the kitchen with the gray, dusky cloud.
Reigen brought the thing to his lips again, thinking about Mob. He was hoping
he'd let him know if he'd be coming tonight. The spiked coffee reinvigorated
Reigen and the mixture filled him with this low-burning fire, like his blood
had become pitch at the thought of Mob. Reigen wanted to hold the boy right now
and hear his tender voice in his ear.
Reigen imagined his boyfriend shuddering from the rising friction between them,
his face almost glowing pink. It didn't matter what they did- looking at each
other felt like undressing and kissing felt like a mixture of swimming and
sinking. Reigen had not given Mob his perfect first kiss, but no first kiss is
truly perfect, especially with Mob's clumsy lips in the beginning. Never mind
that; he expected Mob to be inexperienced. He was such a pure soul, both now
and then. Reigen had been undone by the charms of his young assistant as early
as when they first met. Reigen was watching over the boy carefully because he
knew how truly vulnerable he was. The "itch" made him realize that all Mob
wanted to do was thank him with his gratitude and his body.
He allowed Reigen to continue to nurture the innocent boy he'd protected all
these years even when they were in bed together. He respected Mob's courage to
admit that.
Just when his cigarette was almost burnt out, he got a ring on his cell. He
answered when he knew it was Mob, speaking casually while he squashed the butt
in the coffee tray.
"Hi there."
"Hi, Shishou. Is it alright if I come over tonight?"
Reigen was delighted that he'd get to have Mob with him. "I'm not busy. Come by
when tryouts are over, if it isn't over already. You can come now if you want."
He dug a finger in his ear.
"Ah, okay Shishou." Shigeo said with pleasure in his voice.
"Care to tell me how it went?" Reigen asked, leaning back with a stretch.
"Um..." Mob paused. The signal seemed scattered, or maybe it was how Mob was
breathing.
There was something he was hesitating to say. Reigen stepped in to lay the
pressure aside. "Just tell me about it when you come here."
"Yes." Mob agreed with a sigh, and said, "I'll come in about twenty minutes,
maybe less."
"Okay. I'll be waiting." responded Reigen as he stood up. Mob said goodbye and
hung up his phone, and Reigen stuffed his own phone in his back pocket. It was
time to prepare a few things for when Mobbu was here.
He laid out his bed nicely and opened a another window to let the fresh air in.
Reigen rubbed his face and noticed that it was a little prickly. He didn't
really have enough time to shave. Whatever, at least he'd showered this
morning. His reluctant reinfusion of cologne helped him put on alternative
touch of grooming. The smell stung his nose and he wasn't sure if he'd used too
much. It's lingering, overpowering musk irritated him so he wound up just
taking a shower to get it all off instead.
After drying off he did some toothbrushing. Mob shouldn't have to taste the
liquored coffee on his breath. The man's heart was pumping a little faster.
Mobbu would be here any minute. He was restless from the cocktail in his system
and looked forward to staying up late with Shigeo tonight.
His doorbell rang once, alerting him to his disciple's arrival. Reigen answered
the door with eyebrows raised. Shigeo was standing in the doorway looking wiped
out from exercise. He hadn't changed out of his workout clothes. His thighs
gleamed in the hallway light. Mob went pink at Reigen's stare and stammered "I-
Is it okay if I take a shower here?"
"Come on in." Reigen replied affably, letting him pass. He watched the boy
enter, noticing the relaxation of his shoulders as he stepped over the
threshold of Reigen's apartment
Familiarized with his Shishou's home, Mob put the jacket he was wearing on top
of his training clothes over a chair and turned around just in time to face the
taller blond man as he leaned down closely to give him a quick peck.
Mob could taste the wood burning flavor of alcohol. He knew that his Shishou
had tried to brush his teeth to wash it away. That taste, and the fact that his
Shishou had tried to hide it, felt like it spoke to him the same way he wanted
to speak to Reigen. Right now they both needed each other. Mob arrested him
with his arms around his neck.
"Mmf." Reigen grunted, enjoying the kiss. He sucked on Mob's lower lip, making
the boy go "Ah..." Reigen held the plump flesh between his teeth and pulled it
taut, earning from the boy a heavy gasp.
Reigen asked under his breath between the moments when their lips touched,
"Should I join you in the shower?"
"Shishou... I know that you want to. Why not just ask?" answered Shigeo. Reigen
gave him a hard kiss last, sucking possessively on his disciple's lip again.
The rough kiss hurt a little bit for Shigeo, but it was a good kind of hurt and
it let him know that he was wanted, desperately, and he should give himself or
else Reigen might just start howling at the moon. And of course, Mob didn't
want that.
He let his boyfriend hoist him up and carry him away to give him some
scrubbing. Mob gave away his anticipation very easily. The way Mob made skin
contact and moved when he was interested in sex shouted his thoughts. Reigen
set Mob down on the bath mat and turned on the shower. They waited for the hot
water to come splashing down.
Reigen's hands slipped under Mob's white t-shirt, raising it up as he ran them
over the pale body underneath.
Mob gave a breathy moan, backing into a wall with Reigen towering over him. He
looked up at his Shishou, eyes full of shining lust. His erection was poking
under his shorts, becoming more sensitive to the touch. Reigen trailed a
fingertip up the clothed organ, eliciting a songlike moan from Shigeo. He
closed his eyes and let Reigen slip his hand into the waistband of his shorts
to pull them down. His erection popped out, wavering in the air.
All of Reigen's attention was drawn around that exquisite pink flute. The
roaring bathwater drowned out the sound of mob's overwhelmed cry as Reigen went
down on him without warning.
"Ah! S-Shishou, wait till I've bathed-!" he cried, knees about to buckle. His
Shishou's sucking mouth over his cock and balls made him almost feeling like
fainting. "Oh, ooh," he moaned as Reigen gave him a few last licks down below
and then left him alone. He panted heavily, holding onto the towel rail,
sweating anew. Reigen tore his eyes away from the sight to check the water. It
was ready. Mob stood next to him.
"What do you want right now, Mobbu?" he suggested with a smirk, trailing a
finger down the length of Mob's spine. "Ah..." he boy gasped as his eyes fell
shut. "Get in the bath and help me, Shishou."
Reigen had taken off his own clothes. They were now together in the pathway of
the running water. Reigen took his soap bar and lathered up his hands. He
rubbed them together slowly, grinning at his disciple's shiver. His approaching
hands made Mob's chest rise and fall in anticipation. The boy shuddered as
Reigen slathered his skin with soap, washing him from his sensitive armpits to
his hips. Mob shook and let his Shishou wash him, moving in different ways and
holding intimate positions with him to give him access to every inch of his
skin. Reigen's hands between his closed thighs, sliding up and down with the
slippery soap was heaven. His cock, rinsed now, ached from the proximity.
"Oh... S-Shishou," he mewled, turning his head this way and that. Stopping the
earlier advance had suspended the boy's unbearable arousal. Each push of his
boundaries without attention to his cock made it twitch- a pure, nervous ache.
He was now so hard that he'd beg for Shishou to touch him down there.
"Now we got you all cleaned up." Reigen said knowingly, letting the water wash
the soap off the boy's body. "What do you say, Mobbu? Want to towel down and
move to the other room?"
Mob played with him despite his panting for breath, "... Only if you come with
me." A flicker of feeling, strangely incapable of possessing a name, danced
spasmodically in Reigen's chest.
"I missed you today." He admitted, bringing Mob's head to where his heart was
beating. Mob hugged him back, to which man responded by picking him up and
carrying him off without hesitation.
Fresh, crisp air wafted in through the bedroom window. A sheet of invisible
cold fell on both of them from the lofting ceiling.
He stroked behind Mob's ear and a gasp ignited in his disciple's mouth."I made
this bed before you came over. I want you to unmake it, Mobbu."
"I know..." Shigeo responded, looking up at Reigen with eyes as wide as
saucers. Shishou was really set on making love to him. He'd been making him
struggle with the pounding sensation in his cock since the shower began. This
usually meant that Shishou planned to take him slowly. He swallowed.
"S-Shishou, how do you want to...?" He asked just to be certain so that he
could be prepared. Slow sex, because it was with his Shishou, was a very
emotional experience for the poor boy. At times it was a little scary because
it seemed like that sweet torture inside him would never end, but unlike his
ESA, he could always trust Reigen to make him finish not only consistently, but
in playful, Reigen-like ways.
"Hmm... That's a good question." His Shishou pondered, looking down at him, "I
think it's good any way we do this... but that's not what you're asking me, is
it?"
Shigeo stared at him with a fluttering pang in his stomach. Shishou always
talked in such a sexy way. When the man gave him a look that made Mob's breath
hitch, it was all over. Reigen calmly made a note of that in his head.
"So to answer your question..." Reigen responded over him, hands on either side
of Shigeo's head, "The question you ask should not be how do I want you, but
how much do I want you..."
Reigen exhaled slowly, feeling the compulsory cravings of love.
"That's also a question that makes more questions. How can I tell you how much
I want you, Mobbu, when we're both right here and naked and I can show you
instead?"
Mob was absorbed in Reigen's praise. He responded to the question. "So... how
will you show me that?"
"I asked first." said Reigen sportively.
Mob's perturbed pout said it all... He was being a very bad teacher.
"Something tells me you know the answer..." he said, pulling Mob up to him by
his thighs. Mob let out a peep.
To reply to Reigen, he slowly dragged in a breath, closing his eyes, and faced
away from his master, a pink flush of embarrassment on his face. "Show me
everything, Shishou."
That one last word, quiet and pure on his disciple's lips, enflamed Reigen's
lust into abject need. He needed to touch those lips to feel how soft they
were. They were all his.
Mob sighed into the kiss. He was so lucky that his Shishou loved him too. The
man then kissed his throat. brushing Mob's skin with his lips and leaving him
with tingles in his spine. Shigeo had to hold onto him, fingers digging into
his back. "Oh, S-Shishou..."
Reigen sucked a nub, holding it in between his teeth to lift blood into it,
making it turgid. Reigen looked at it again. So swollen and wet. He'd make sure
that all of Mob felt like that. The boy was panting hard and shuddering because
of the weight between his legs. His Shishou had been looking forward to seeing
Mob all day, and they both knew that Mob had news from tryouts, but it was just
so good to be together again after everything Reigen had thought about while he
was on his own. Shigeo realized that his Shishou must have been lonely... and
that was why the man was giving him hot lashes of his tongue, making his body
ache.
He curled his fingers into his Shishou's hair. A warm tear ran down Mob's
cheek. He had started to cry softly from the build of pleasure. "S-Shishou...
Ah, please..." he gasped, desperately needing the man to catch him from falling
with nothing below.
His plea was understood. Mob tilted his head as Reigen started feeling the
boy's slippery shaft. The precum squished between Reigen's fingers, oozing out.
Mob was so aroused. Reigen was also there; his body felt so ready to take the
boy, to make him lose himself.
Shigeo had shaking legs when his Shishou broke away to get the lube. His knees
in the air went together to preserve his heat without Reigen on top of him. The
man returned, slathering his fingers with the gel. He sat down on top of Mob
and closed his eyes as he felt the boy's anus between his spreading cheeks. Mob
whimpered as one finger went in, coaxing him open.
"Ahe..." he sobbed, "Ahe, ah...!"
This made Reigen's heart skip and his cock harden even more. The boy had such a
plea to his tone. His fists were gripping the pillow hard, holding himself to
the Earth while Reigen dug deeper and deeper inside him. He let out a hoarse
"Ah...!" When Reigen's fingertip touched his prostrate.
His Shishou started to massage it subtly, undoing Mob's sense of control. The
sensations in his prostate built up slowly from this; as a sign of Reigen's
skill, Mob could not prevent his body from writhing.
"Ah...! Shishou...!" he cried, huffing like he was running.
Sweat dripped down his body. His Shishou was pushing him to orgasm, closer and
closer. The imminence of release was beginning to swarm his senses. Reigen
brushed his lips over Mob's neck.
"Sing for me, Mobbu..."
Oops. Shigeo couldn't hold on anymore after Reigen told him that. His legs
shook violently as a mounting pressure swelled inside him, filling him up until
Mob arched his back and involuntarily broke out in a cry. His cum squirted and
splashed all over his abdomen.
He just couldn't prevent himself from ejaculating so much. Reigen observed all
that semen shooting out of his disciple, feeling like a pervert.
Mob reached up for Reigen, still trembling from the aftermath of orgasm. "H-
hah..." he huffed, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked at Reigen,
"I'm ready..."
He touched lightly on Reigen's stone-hard cock. "Please..." he whimpered, tears
falling down his cheeks.
"Oh boy... You want me to take you to town, don't you?" said Reigen with a
small smirk. He brought a tissue to Mob's stomach to wipe him.
Mob nodded and said, "And you want me to stop struggling, so you can get your
way..."
"Oh, is that the game you wanna play?" Reigen responded archly, unable to
remove that smirk, "Alright, what's our scenario...?"
Shigeo sat up with cheeks pink from naive embarrassment. He lay his hands on
Reigen's thighs to isolate his attention. It made him want Mob so much when he
took the chance to tell his Shishou about his sexual curiosities.
Reigen tilted Mob's chin up and placed a small kiss on his lips. "You know... I
love the things you come up with." He said, wrapping an arm around Shigeo's
waist to play with his back. Shigeo shuddered against him and splayed his
fingers across Reigen's chest. He let his head rest on him and divulged his
fantasies, his voice softly rising when Reigen's finger ran across his
sensitive spots.
"You... take me by force..." he panted slightly, becoming even more red, "You
can't wait anymore... it's so hard... You're making me afraid..."
He became very warm against Reigen, anticipating how his confession drove the
man crazy. He related to that role as far as wanting Mob went. He'd just have
to remember that Shigeo was supposed to be scared of him. The boy was kinky for
his age. He got pleasure out of being overpowered this way, when he felt safe
enough.
"Tell me more..." he whispered, holding the boy close to him as he stroked the
small of his back in little circles. Shigeo whimpered and his breathing picked
up speed. He started to stroke Reigen's cock, giving it a little attention. The
shaft was hard but the skin, so soft. He could stroke it all day.
"You're forcing me to kiss you... and I'm begging, begging so much to make you
stop..."
"That's not going to help much." Reigen said, getting into the role, "You
stupid boy, you don't know what your voice does to your Shishou..."
"Yes..." Mob agrees with a shiver, "It's so terrifying... but I can't do a
thing, because you're just... so... powerful, Shishou, and... I can't run away
from you anymore."
He moaned when Reigen slid a finger up and down his sensitive crack. He huffed
a little, and looked up at Reigen expectantly.
Reigen spoke to his disciple instructively, "Once you tell me to open my eyes,
I'm going to find where you are, and if I do, you'll be begging me to stop as
if you're begging for your life... I'm wrong to do this, but I've wanted you
for such a long time... thought I'd never get the chance to have you... Once
I've got the slightest opportunity, nothing you say can make me stop... Nothing
except our word, Mobbu."
"Yes." answered Mob as he nodded his head with lustful vigor and watered at the
mouth thinking about the scenario.
"Be careful, Mobbu. Don't let me get any opportunities in this game, or you'll
eventually be moaning all night..."
"S-Shishou," Mob stammered, quaking with arousal, "I won't be able to hold on
all night long if you're serious..."
"Maybe I shouldn't have heard that..." Reigen provoked him lewdly, "At least
you'll understand how much I want you once you can't remember how many times
I've forced you to come..."
"But... But... once is already too much, Shishou...!" Mob moaned, closing his
eyes, imagining it.
This sight aroused Reigen enough to make him shudder with need. "Who knows what
a lonely man like your Shishou would do if the boundaries came down..."
Shigeo practically shuddered aloud at the suggested forewarning.
Their lips brushed to kiss, then Shigeo backed off with a mighty need between
his legs as Reigen's eyes fell shut. His stomach was full of butterflies. He
went over to Reigen's closet and crept inside among the suits and sweaters. He
was so aroused at the thought of being caught and begging to be let go that he
went straight for the easy hiding spot.
He waited in the dark and uttered the words, "I'm ready now..."
Immediately the closet door swung open, and he came face to face with Reigen.
"Got you." He said.
"S-Shishou...!" Mob gasped, startled by his tenacity and quickness. It excited
him and Reigen knew it.
"You and me have to settle something..." he said. He grabbed Shigeo's wrist.
"Ah...! J-Just wait a second, Shishou...!" the boy stammered. His heart
hammered in his chest. Shishou looked so cool, just like he'd imagined in his
fantasies before it was even possible for him to do this.
"I can't!" He protested, but was smothered by a forceful kiss, "Mmf...!"
Reigen touched him, stroking his bottom and making sure he couldn't escape.
Shigeo squirmed in his arms, moaning "No...!"
"I'm not going to hurt you, Mobbu. Don't struggle..." Reigen whispered, taking
control of his wrists easily. He pulled the boy out of the dark closet and to
his bed, throwing Shigeo down on the soft mattress. Mob was sprawled on his
back and tried to sit up, but Reigen pushed him down.
The boy's hair fanned out on the mattress. His chest lifted and fell quickly-
he was so excited! This enacted breeching gave such a desperate, urgent note to
Reigen's touch- the more afraid Mob's pleas became, the more Reigen was likely
to drive him to the edge of madness.
Reigen's next forceful kiss pulled on his pillowy lower lip. Mob gasped softly,
"Ah...!"
He tried to wriggle away. His Shishou's cock was so hard, rubbing up between
his legs.
"No..." he moaned, "No... Shishou please...!"
"It's okay, Mobbu. I'm going to make sure you like it."
With his anus already prepared, Reigen's cock slid right into him, eliciting a
harsh gasp. Shigeo moaned, "Ahe... Oh, Shishou, this is wrong... Please
stop..."
Reigen began making love to the boy, slowly pushing himself inside and dragging
the thing out, making his partner huff and stammer. "Oh... Shishou, no... I
can't take it..."
He bucked his hips frantically, "Please...!" Reigen still had his wrists pinned
by his head. The boy looked so beautiful, like a tantalizing flame in the dark.
He kissed that open mouth waiting for him, stealing the boy's moans. "You taste
so good..." he said as he rocked into Shigeo before kissing him again. He could
taste the salt of his tears. Mob must have been delighted to play with his
Shishou like this.
Mob's voice went higher and seemed more urgent.
"Aheahe... Oh... No more... O-h..." he writhed and panted. He had his hands
balled into fists with the fingernails digging crescents into his skin. His
expression was so helpless. The saliva running down his chin added to his look
of desperation.
"O-h, Shishou, please, if you don't stop... I won't... ahe..." he threw his
head back, his body now moving in a serpentine, spellbound way. The cock inside
him felt so, so good; it ran over his sweet spot gently and lifted him into
spotless bliss.
"Let yourself go, Mobbu. Show your Shishou what you can't show anyone else..."
Reigen purred, feeling powerful and proud. His lover's voice rose higher with a
breathless twinge of need. He was no longer trying to roleplay with Reigen. He
really was losing control of his body's reactions as they increasingly spun out
of control.
"O-h... Oh..." he moaned deeply, coming undone by his Shishou, before raising
his back higher and higher until his eyes shot open and his voice rumbled with
a cry. "Ahe....!"
"Yes..." purred Reigen, unable to tear his eyes away from Mob while he had his
orgasm.
"Shishou...!" he whined, shaking like a windblown branch. His cum splattered on
his stomach again, making him dirty. He panted for breath and watched his
Shishou continue to take him, lower body throbbing. "Hah, hah, ahn..."
"Ugh... Mobbu..." Reigen gritted his teeth and growled. He felt himself rising
into that sacred place as well. He remembered to pull out just in time. "Ah!"
Mob let his Shishou come all over his chest. He whimpered as the lewd liquid
splashed on him and ran around his nipples. Both of them panted together.
Reigen's cock dripped.
Reigen captured his disciple's lips, giving him a good, deep kiss. "Damn it, I
love you." he said as he broke away.
His disciple needed to catch his breath. He started to laugh softly, bumping
his forehead into Reigen's. "I love you too, Shishou. So much..."
Reigen took a warm, moist washcloth and sensually washed Mob's skin.
"Thank you." said Shigeo with a small smile.
"Want to lay down for a second?" asked Reigen as he lay down on his side by
Mob. Shigeo sighed happily, said "Okay." and pulled up the blankets to snuggle
with him until he worked up the energy to talk about the odd cheer tryouts.
Reigen nodded here and there, curious about the uniforms. Shigeo said, "Bad
Shishou." and they kissed.
"Your bad Shishou wants to keep you here forever." He said, squeezing Mob's
body to his.
"I work for you tomorrow." Shigeo reminded him, "Should I go to the cheer
tryouts anyway?"
Reigen exhaled. He knew that he was monopolizing Mob's time. He scratched his
head. "It's okay, Mobbu."
He was surprised by Shigeo stroking his face, admiring him coyly.
"I don't want to leave tonight." he said, "I want to be with you."
Reigen took that hand and kissed the fingers. "I have too much luck for an
average guy."
He wrapped his arms around his disciple and rested his chin on his shoulder.
Shigeo yawned contentedly.
"Go to sleep" said his Shishou, "Go see your dreams. They're waiting."
Mob sleepily said, "Okay..." Eventually, the boy nodded off, breathing softly
over the pillow. Reigen was half asleep and pulled Shigeo close. He'd protect
this boy no matter what during his visit to the unconscious.
Chapter End Notes
     Find me on twitter @pandoras_thomg ! I do headcanons and chapter
     updates there!
***** His Reasons *****
Chapter Summary
     Ritsu's routine is spontaneously interrupted by a familiar face, and
     he realizes that he is emotionally struggling. Similarly, Mob is
     stuck, and Reigen is worried.
Chapter Notes
     Hi! This was a really fun chapter to write because SHOURITSU/
     RITSUSHOU ARC IS BEGINNING YAY! That was a surprise, well... not
     anymore. Please let me know in the comments what you think! I really
     enjoy your feedback! :3
     Trigger Warning?: in the second half, Mob has a nightmare where his
     Shishou uses his body for sex, both in response to *cough* earlier
     activities, and in his denial of what happened when CHR kidnapped
     him.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The gym wasn't very busy at night- mostly, just the weight lifters stayed
behind to invest in their training habit. Ritsu, sitting on a bench, used a
washcloth to remove his sweat from forehead to chin, having just accomplished a
two hour treadmill run. He took to exercise fluently, considering he was
inexperienced. The boy had no particular goal. His main concern was finding
valuable ways to expel energy and feeling. Again, Nii-san was sleeping with
Reigen tonight. He hadn't texted back yet, but Ritsu assumed that he'd gone to
be with his master.
Ritsu still felt poorly about that. He would embrace what his brother decided,
but if he could transform the outcome, things... would be different.
Suddenly a jovial hand smacked him on the shoulder. He jumped, returning to an
austere look when he turned around to see the offender. He began to feel uneasy
and a sensation fluttered in his stomach when he met eyes with Suzuki Shou.
"Aw, man, I didn't know you worked out at my gym. You must not come here often,
Ritsu." said the ever-vocal boy with a hand on his hip.
His interlocutor, staring aloofly, said "It takes nothing to go every day. What
matters is how hard you push yourself."
"... Nah, Ritsu." Shou said with a dismissive gesture, "It takes a commitment
to the gym before you see real progress."
He pinched Ritsu's arm. "No biceps yet. See what I mean?"
Shou casually flexed his arm at his hip. The thicker, paler limb was corded
with muscle. Ritsu turned away, flustered by the sight. "I don't have any
interest in training with someone else."
"And what's your plan for yourself? Are you gonna keep coming to work out
without a goal?" asked Shou.
Ritsu exhaled slowly. The boy was getting on his nerves. At Shou's curious
look, he remembered his reason for disciplining his body. A shadow came over
his face and he shrugged Shou off. "Unwanted advice is just as bad as bothering
someone. I can't talk right now."
Shou also sighed, but his was more dogged, merry even. He grinned. "Let me
bother you later, then. Maybe your progress will increase in the next couple of
weeks, but you'll hit a plateau eventually. When you need me to help you step
it up, just ask. I'm here at seven until nine."
"Great. Thanks." Ritsu said dryly, turning away to remove himself from the
conversation.
As Ritsu stood abruptly, he was shocked by a brute slap on his ass, and let out
an involuntary squeak. He whipped around to see Shou snickering and walking
away, cradling the back of his head. "Y-You idiot! Don't be so informal with
me!"
Shou gave him an amused sidelong look. "Welcome to my gym, Ritsu."
Ritsu fumed. He gave a stubborn "Hmph" and devoted himself to his remaining
sets. He'd get stronger so that he could shut that troublesome guy up. No
biceps... He gave another derisive snort...
What could an idiot like Shou teach him, with the purpose Ritsu drearily
sought? Working out was about transforming his feelings, not his muscles.
He wiped his face again, dragging it over his nose as he stared ahead in deep
thought. Welcome to the gym, Shou had said. He was alluding to Ritsu's
training, so he should not know how piercing the parting words became as they
sat with him. They felt more realized when he considered his hopelessness and
yearning. Shou talked about a horizon he'd eventually find, but Ritsu couldn't
see where his hurt feelings ended and his future began.
He wanted his horizon; furthermore, he wanted to move on from loving his
brother. For the sake of his future, at least, he needed to do something or he
would wind up forever unhappy.
The reason... why?
Nii-san was moving away from him, disappearing behind the hills. For Ritsu, it
sealed the world shut, inexorably stealing the light. Ritsu therefore forged
ahead without a conscious path. He spent interminable hours seeking truth and
light in the darkest jungle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thick slumber and a vivid dream haunted Shigeo that night.
Tears were spilling down his cheeks, the droplets falling from his chin. He was
bound at the wrists again, but this time it was not for play. Mob was being
restrained. In his subconscious where the memories of CHR dwelled, his past
caught him by the ankle and dragged him through flashback after flashback,
making him relive his abuse; only, it was a hundred times worse.
His spine pounded with awareness and his legs had given in. His lower body
throbbed with unwanted spasms, wrenching painful sobs from him. His insides
felt like they were being invaded. It was not the first time Mob had gotten
nightmares from his abduction and disability. But it was the very first time,
in this searing, drumming hell, that his Shishou appeared to bring him pain.
He was immobilized underneath his Shishou because he didn't want to hurt him
with his powers, but the man was stabbing inside him like a spear-bearer. It
was truly horrifying because the dream was influenced by Mob's real desires,
mixing his admiration with his fear of being misunderstood. He tried to tell
Reigen that his body was lying; he didn't want to do it right now, but his
master didn't listen. He begged for him to stop but wasn't heard. The pounding
was ringing in his ears and his pelvis erupted in spasms every second, stealing
his consent. He wanted to have an honest conversation with his Shishou, because
he was moving too fast, being too forceful. It wasn't a game and he wanted to
stop.
He felt a hand shaking his shoulder. It was a separate hand, rocking him back
and forth wildly.
"Mobbu." Reigen said calmly, penetrating Shigeo's sleep. The boy opened his
eyes, feeling nauseous and guilty.
Reigen took his face in one hand and Mob sat up slightly. He was feverish and
sweaty, clutching the man's shoulder. Reigen's familiar scent filled his
nostrils. Shigeo turned to Reigen's ear and said, "Is this still a dream?"
"It's over now. You're safe. I've got you." said his Shishou, squeezing him.
"Say it again..." murmured Mob.
"It's over now... There's no more danger around you. You're here... in my
arms." Reigen soothed.
'What a horrible dream..." Shigeo blubbered, finally breaking down in tears
right on the man's chest. Reigen's face was sweating- he'd helped Shigeo with
nightmares like this before, but something was different this time. His
disciple quieted down as he rubbed his back.
"It was just a dream, Mobbu. Don't cry." He pulled away from his disciple
briefly. "What was frightening you?" He asked.
Shigeo had goosebumps. He didn't want to way that he'd dreamed about Shishou
abusing him for real... being a bad man. Shishou would feel guilty and Mob
would feel even more guilty. It was just a dream, anyways. The real Reigen
Arataka was holding him like he should.
"I-It was another dream about CHR." said Mob quietly.
Reigen sighed regretfully, pulling Mob close again. "Mobbu... I'm sorry I
wasn't there to help. I have no idea what that whole ordeal must have been like
for you."
He felt the vulnerability of the boy in his lap. His disciple had been all
alone.
And he could do nothing in the end to punish his tormentors.
"If I could, I'd do more than scold those traffickers for taking you away from
me." said Reigen, seeing them in his mind's eye, "They've been imprisoned, now
that they've been proven guilty."
"I thought you'd need my testimony." answered Shigeo, looking up.
"I don't want to put you through that. It's enough that the voices of the other
victims were heard." Reigen swallowed, recalling the barn full of mattresses,
"I won't risk letting you see Fukui or Coyote again. I think you have post-
traumatic stress, Mobbu."
Shigeo exhaled deeply. "To be honest, Shishou, I'm trying not to think about
it. I have you, and you saved me, so... I don't want to keep acting like
something terrible happened. I have to find a way to move on, because I'm
happy!"
"But, sometimes it's not enough to just wish those feelings away." said Reigen,
"They're a part of me, and they're a part of you. You need to give yourself
time to heal."
Reigen lifted Mob's chin up to kiss him once on those soft pink lips. For Mob,
the feeling of his Shishou's mouth pressing up against his own was soothing.
"We can both heal." said Mob with a patient sigh, "I don't want my life
controlled by random stuff anymore. So... can you tell me what I should do?"
Reigen drummed his fingers on the small of Mob's back, looking pensive. "I
would recommend that you visit a psychiatric doctor. Your mind's also a part of
your physical body and some treatment might be available for you."
"Will you come with me?" Mob asked, staring at him.
Reigen had a fond smile. "I hope so."
Mob looked like he could emit sunshine and flowers if that were actually
possible. He put Reigen's warm hand up to his cheek and kissed the palm.
"Thanks, Shishou."
Reigen hummed in satisfaction, placing his chin over Mob's head. "I have no
doubt that you'll overcome this, Mobbu. You've become stronger. You're made
from good stock."
Mob blushed a little from the praise. He remained silent for a moment, until he
said, "You helped me with becoming stronger, Shishou. As... time goes on... I
think being in love and being yours has made me more capable of controlling my
powers."
"Really?" Reigen said skeptically.
"Yes, haven't you noticed?" Shigeo replied, "I don't throw things around
anymore with my powers when you touch me."
"Maybe it's just because you're learning how to be more trusting of your
Shishou." said Reigen as he drifted a thumb over Mob's rib cage, "It'll only
get better when we can be more open about it and I can say you're mine...
Someday, we'll laugh at people like Coyote and Fukui. They won't be able to
touch us."
"I trust you, Shishou, I do." Mob attempted to correct.
"Yes, but your trust makes me feel like I can't be screwing up anymore, now
that the standard's been raised. To be honest, having responsibility like that
is daunting, but I don't mind, because I love my disciple."
Mob flowered with appreciation, his face turning a little rosy. "Shishou, why
do your words still make me feel so good?"
The darkened bedroom was intimately quiet. Reigen hushed voice could not be
clear enough if it had to compete with other noises.
"I could say it's because that's what my words are for. I'm sure that this body
of mine was just a vessel all along. I carried the advisory words until I found
you, and you flipped them inside out."
He stroked a length of Mob's slackened black hair. "I saw myself differently
after you called me Shishou."
"You did...?"
"Uh-huh." Reigen answered, "See, it's just a simple thing, but it makes a
difference."
He wrapped the covers around the both of them.
"If we don't go back to sleep we'll talk until morning." he admonished, "Let's
try this again."
He sank into the bed and Mob followed him. He sighed, fluffing Mob's hair; in
response, the boy kissed him.
"Goodnight again." said Shigeo.
In just a couple of hours, the sun would rise. Reigen would muse on the
conversation before with an embarrassed blush. Both of them were in an initial
stage of love that honeymooners feel. Such a vulnerable thing to possess,
newfound love. It could make life charming.
Alone in his office, Reigen pondered his situation. Just like many other things
of value, one must guard them to keep them. If not well protected, they could
be smashed or stolen. Reigen was distrustful of happy endings. The man had his
reasons. As somebody older, and cautiously cynical, Reigen had an itchy feeling
in the back of his neck. Someone was coveting his treasure, he could feel it.
He touched his forehead to push the disturbing tension out of him and wondered
painfully if these days of peace were numbered.
Chapter End Notes
     I invite you to comment your feeling/thoughts/impressions! Please let
     me know what you liked, what I could do better... Basically let it
     out! How did this chapter... make you feel?
***** A Game Changer *****
Chapter Summary
     Mob is not optimistic about the likelihood that he will make cheer,
     but his psychic powers are apparently needed, the coach says. More
     problems pop up that could spell trouble.
Chapter Notes
     AAAAH sorry I haven't updated in a while! Please enjoy, my friends!
In the Kageyama home, Mob and Ritsu ate breakfast together on the third day of
tryouts, trying to pretend that nothing important had been overlooked. Mob
hadn't told his brother or parents what occurred on the first day.
There was another issue: That itch was about to seize his control. It would be
here in only a few days. Mob realized that he couldn't be a cheerleader, not
with such a disability. It was tough luck that Shigeo didn't feel comfortable
sharing his neurological problem with the school. He couldn't even be certain
that they would believe him. Because of this, he hadn't shown up to the second
day of tryouts.
Ritsu carefully pondered his brother's dismay. He sighed forlornly, guessing
that he was exhausted from the lack of sleep "that man" was clearly depriving
him of. Ritsu found himself grinding his teeth audibly enough for his big
brother to question him.
"Ritsu?" the boy asked, a concerned look marring the sleepy calmness of his
face, "Is... something wrong?"
Ritsu put his spoon down; it made a tiny clattering noise on the table. He
folded his arms and stated at least part of what was on his mind.
"Are you skipping tryouts again today, Nii-san?" He asked with a motherly tone.
Shigeo scratched his cheek and looked away. "Ah, well... maybe..."
"But don't you realize you won't be allowed to pass the year without that
opportunity?" his brother reminded.
Mob looked embarrassed. "A-Ah... yes, Ritsu."
His brother frowned, a serious look passing over him. "Nii-san... Is it because
of him?"
"No..." answered Shigeo, uncomfortable, "I-I don't think he objects to me
joining the cheerleading team..."
"Then... why are you avoiding it?" Ritsu asked.
Mob was looking down at his lap for a few seconds. Afterwards, he lifted his
head. Ritsu finally saw that a cute blush had appeared on his cheeks. Mob
shuffled his feet under the table and thinned his lips.
"It's... it's going to be... just a few days until my itch returns, Ritsu."
Mob's younger brother felt a pang of arousal that was impossible to foresee and
prevent. He coughed into his hand and placed it on his lap as a precaution.
"Nii-san, don't be ashamed of something you can't control, no matter how hard
you try." he said, glaring at his bowl of cereal to engrave his mind with the
image of the floating pieces. He could not think about the naked body under his
Nii-san's clothes. He didn't have to think about it and he didn't want to. That
battle was lost and he had to accept it.
Mob was so embarrassed to be talking about this with his younger brother. He
felt a precursor to the spasms latching onto his anxiety. His legs shook. Mob
sat up and excused himself from the table.
Ritsu pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, "I'm a moron."
Shigeo looked at himself in his bedroom mirror, shedding his sleeping clothes.
The pale body underneath was revealed, littered with little red love bites.
Thankfully, the most obvious one was further up the inside of his right thigh.
His gym clothes would hopefully not compromise him. If anyone in the adult
echelons of power found out about his relationship with Reigen, they'd feel the
need to interfere. No matter what, he just needed to make sure no one else
knew. But they were already on the time of the month when Mob was immobilized
and dependent. With the added pressure of the cheer squad, Mob didn't know how
he would hide it from his parents.
A knock came at his door. "Nii-san."
Shigeo's head whipped around and he redressed quickly. As he did up the last
button of his school uniform he said that it was alright for Ritsu to come in.
Ritsu opened the door but did not cross the threshold. His hand on the knob
grounded him.
"I cant bear the thought of you not passing this year because of your problem."
He said, "I want to help. I just don't know how."
"I don't know how you can help me yet." Mob said tentatively. He put a finger
to his lips and looked down, "Ah, not to say that you need to do anything,
Ritsu. It's because of my psychic powers that this happened."
"I see." said Ritsu, "That doesn't make it any less screwed up."
Suddenly Mob's cell beeped. The boy's eyes widened and he checked his phone.
Ritsu, on the other hand, visibly flinched. Thankfully Nii-san hadn't seen.
"I'm going to be late for the student council meeting." he said.
Both boys grabbed their school bags and their shoes, but Ritsu left the house
before Mob. The younger brother had his duties to fulfill, and they had to
matter to him, or else nothing would matter.
Walking to school by himself made Ritsu realize how lonely he was.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mob arrived in class a bit late. He'd been writing a text to Reigen. Things
could get out of control quickly if he didn't have a plan for this week of
hell. Even the most athletic high schooler could not even attempt to do cheer
with Mob's condition. He needed the man's advice.
The cellphone was in his pocket, placed on silent. He sat at his assigned spot
near the front of the class. His seating arrangement ensured that he would not
be tempted to text during the lesson. It had happened recently more than
once...
His teacher did role call. Mob studied an indented, irregular line marking the
top of his desk. It looked dark, bold, violent even. Mob trailed his finger
over it's length. It led to the rim of the desk and stopped, cutting the neat
edge. As Mob tried to peer under his desk to see if he could follow it further,
his name was called.
"Kageyama..."
"Y-Ye-Here...!" He stammered, standing up.
"You can sit." the teacher responded, reading off the next name on the
attendance list.
He gave no second thought to the gouged line in his desk. It was just some
student graffiti. Nothing concerning Mob.
As the morning lesson began, he felt his cellphone vibrate against his leg.
Longing to answer it, knowing it was Shishou, he put his hand over the object
and continued to listen in class.
The cell buzzed again. Reigen must have sent two concurrent texts. Shigeo tried
to ignore it until recess.
All of a sudden the phone started vibrating incessantly, letting Mob know he
was getting a call. His eyes darted to his leg and he fumbled with the thing to
silence it, but his teacher intercepted.
"Kageyama, turn your phone off for this lesson or I will confiscate it."
"Ah, yes." said Mob quietly, gazing, puzzled, at the number that had dialed his
cell. It was just an unknown caller, not Reigen after all. Mob would get a
chance to read the texts when he got out of class.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Somebody had ransacked Reigen's briefcase. Normally, nothing like this would
happen since Mob was usually there to watch his office. After he asked his
client to return in two hours for their retouched, *ahem,* exorcized
photograph, he left for a moment to find his spare laptop charger. The storage
room was a mere door away. Who would have the gall to stride into his office
and rummage through his property in such a short time? Not to mention, they'd
left his laptop entirely untouched. Would a burglar do that?
He suspected his most recent client. They probably wanted some evidence that he
was legit. Nothing incriminating was stored in the briefcase, just the usual
stuff. Reigen groaned and ruffled his hair. In one of the overturned folders
was his contact list. Whoever had purged his privacy had gained access to his
previous clients and other people in his life; Mob's number was in there,
scratched in like an afterthought. He'd possessed this phone number in his hand
for so long it seemed like writing it down was no longer important. He flipped
more papers over. What the heck was the break-in supposed to accomplish?
Well, he would find out soon. Reigen texted his pupil and told him not to
answer any unknown calls until he straightened their situation out. He could
not have another CHR experience. Just thinking about it twisted his stomach. He
didn't want Shigeo to worry, but he wouldn't have him be vulnerable. Once he
dispatched the text, another thought came to mind. He added that the last
client who'd been in his office was a middle aged male, of medium height, with
short brown hair, a baseball cap, and a denim jacket. He also had a stoic look
in his eyes, unnerving when thrust into studying things. Something about that
guy gave him the creeps. Reigen's arms pebbled with goosebumps- in what way did
his briefcase seem appealing to that man?
He locked his door and investigated the situation further.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After the school bell rang, all students from Salt High School left their seats
to reconvene with their friends and head to their next class. As Mob stepped
out of the classroom, he scrutinized his messages. They were from Shishou. They
told him not to answer any unknown calls. Uh-oh. What did that mean?
Did it mean... somebody was seeking him...?
His blood froze into prickly crystals. A trickle of sweat fell from his
forehead. Feelings from the abduction returned full force. His vision seemed to
lurch and he felt threatened, although vaguely, with the possibility of death
or capture.
Shigeo covered his mouth with his hand to stifle the obvious shudder that took
over him. Past events felt like they were recurring even though he didn't
understand the full situation. He needed to respond to Reigen as soon as
possible.
Walking slowly down the hall, so as not to disturb his stomach, Shigeo wondered
if he was safe in school or in cheer practice.
He found an abandoned hallway in a wing of the school that wasn't used often.
Calling Shishou, he stuck by the window and glanced here and there. He was not
necessarily afraid for himself right at the moment, but he knew that it would
be another story once his itch kicked in. It was only a few days away. If
Shigeo wasn't on his guard, there could be another problem that had nothing to
do with evil spirits or back pains.
Reigen answered the call immediately, "Hello?"
"Shishou, what happened?" asked Mob.
"Sorry, Mobbu. Didn't mean to scare you." said Reigen with a sigh, "I left the
office for a sec' and came back to find papers from my briefcase scattered
everywhere. There was a sketchy-looking client, and, well... I got a bit
carried away believing that they would try to reach you with my contact list.
Anyway, just before you called, I realized that I left the window open and the
wind was blowing things all over the place. So... that's the story."
Mob could hear the flushed uneasiness in his Shishou's voice. Annoyance grew in
Shigeo.
"Really?" he muttered, perturbed. He leaned against the window. "Come on,
Shishou, you shouldn't call me at school because you get spooked. I can't get
as freaked out as you by accident when I'm in the middle of class."
"Yeah, sorry..." Reigen apologized, letting out another deep breath, "Are you
okay?"
"I'm fine." Mob said, getting a little impatient. The next class bell rung.
"I've got to go."
"Uh, okay..." Reigen said before Mob abruptly ended the call. The boy put the
phone in his pocket, and, hot-faced from embarrassment, returned to class. His
boyfriend should have known better than to raise an alarm because he mistook an
errant wind for an intruder.
He didn't need another thing to worry about on top of cheerleading.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
By the time Shigeo was changing his clothes in the locker room, he felt a
little bad for dismissing Shishou like that. But he was under a lot of
pressure, and dreaded today's practice. This time he would need to confront the
coach to ask about an accommodation. There was no way that he could cheer with
the spasms happening... He hoped that Haire-sense would understand, but he knew
that in all likelihood, she would not. This was, after all, only the third day
of tryouts. She could just dismiss him if he wasn't worth the effort. In fact,
she had no need for him to begin with. He'd already proven what a poor athlete
he was on the first day of tryouts, and if he came with medical baggage, that
was all the more reason for Coach Haire to drop him.
Right when he entered the gymnasium, Mob spotted his coach. Haire was about to
begin an evaluation of students' tightness with their moves, based on what
she'd taught them the day before. Without a moment to lose, Mob ran to her. At
the coach's raised inquiry, he paused and tried to explain what he wanted.
"Erm... I have a physical condition that will... limit... how much I can
participate in cheer... Can I still do cheerleading if I only practice with the
team three out of four weeks a month?" He sweated nervously, wriggling his toes
in his sneakers.
The coach went "Eh...? It will set you behind." She put her hands and clipboard
on her hips.
"B-but I can't help it." Mob said, flushed. He struggled to advocate for
himself. "Can I still do cheerleading if I don't match the team's pace?"
"Kageyama, cheerleading is a team sport." the coach admonished, "You signed up
for this sport. If you have a health condition, you shouldn't be doing
competitive athletics."
She glanced at the rest of her class doing warmups, and then back at him.
"Considering the practicality of your illness, I don't think you should push
yourself any further to be a part of the cheer team."
"W-Wait, can I have... another chance?" Mob implored, remembering the
consequences for failing, "Don't kick me out of cheerleading because of
this..."
Coach Haire gave him a fatigued look. "You only win if you act like you wanna
win, Kageyama. Nobody kicks you out of the cheer team because you need to make
improvements. You can only kick yourself out of cheerleading by losing spirit."
She ended with those words and called on the attention of her class. They began
training, pairing up to let her evaluate their techniques. Mob's shoulders
sagged with defeat. It wasn't fair, but she was right. He walked off in a bleak
mood.
Just as he neared the exit of the gymnasium, he heard a voice- guttural and
grumpy -slip past him. Mob glanced at what appeared to be an evil spirit
muttering curses under its breath as it made straight for the gathering of
students and their coach. It was scraggly, mousy and steaming with rage.
"Unforgivable..." it seethed, "I followed you all the way here to take revenge
for making me unpopular..."
Mob turned his head and heard his coach's voice make an alarmed shout before
noticing the poltergeist lifting a handful of students up in the air. The evil
spirit kept making murderous promises, painfully constraining their limbs to
make their terrified screams increase in volume.
"You stupid, shallow people... you made me feel like an outcast... Well, all of
you can die now..."
The spirit became exposed by Mob's powers, which he used with the intention to
stop it. Fully revealed, it was huge and ghastly. The coach shrieked.
"What is that?"
"It's just a spirit." said Mob as he waved two fingers over the sight,
expelling it in a dazzling rain of colorful lights.
It was a twenty foot fall from where the spirit took the hostages. With the
spirit now exorcised, the captive students began to descend.
Shigeo quickly sent out another signal to catch the group in midair, lowering
each person down gently to their feet.
"... What is going on?" said the coach hoarsely, shock etched across her face.
"It's okay!" Shigeo said, hoping to reassure her as all the hostages finally
touched the ground.
For a moment everyone was very still and quiet. Mob was not sure what they'd
make of his strange powers. Coach Haire was regaining her composure mentally.
She pointed to the boy.
"Did you make those girls float?" she said loudly, as if on the cusp of a
discovery.
"Uh, yes..." Mob replied before he was inundated with cheers.
Coach Haire clapped a hand on Mob's shoulder, parting the crowd of high school
girls that had enveloped him.
"I don't know what you got there, but if you can do the same thing as five
bases catching the weight of your teammates, I want to know how I can help you
make the team." said the coach with a firm nod.
"... Eh?" Mob said with a pause, "I can be part of the team if I make the
cheerleaders float?"
"If you still want to be a cheerleader, you're not going to hear objections
from us. You'll be a huge asset." Haire explained.
"But I don't have..." he began, before being cut off by his coach.
"You have got the strengths to help your team, Kageyama. Will you do it?"
A smattering of students encouraged him to say yes. Mob, worried, shrunk in on
himself a bit. "I... I..." he sighed deeply, "Okay... I'm on the team."
"Yay!" cried the coach, pumping the air with her clipboard.
As she congratulated Shigeo on his early acceptance onto the team, Mob felt
himself shrinking away inch by inch. He felt uncomfortable and needed to think
things through more before he made a big commitment.
"C-Can I... be excused for today?" he peeped.
"Go!" cried the Coach unabashedly, "Until next time."
She winked. Mob shyly nodded, then turned and left.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the office, he and his Shishou had a small argument before Mob had the
chance to divulge the events of the tryouts to him. Mob still wasn't quite over
berating the man for bothering him at school.
"Look, I'm sorry, Mobbu, I'm just trying to keep you safe." Reigen explained.
"Shishou, I can be yours while being in school. But if you call me out of the
blue in class or claim that we're in danger before really taking time to assess
things, eventually others will notice and we'll have people trying to stop us
from talking. And anyway, you really scared me."
"I know, okay? That phone call today probably didn't need to happen, but I... I
was scared, too." Reigen admitted, shoulders sinking a bit. He was a little
pink.
Mob strode over to the desk where the man sat. Reigen looked uncertain as the
boy settled half his weight on the arm of the ergonomic chair. He made sure
that they were both ready for the next cycle of irresolute struggle. Shaking
slightly, because he couldn't deny his own nervousness either, he touched
Reigen's jaw and explored the surprised man's face in his hands. As he did
this, he watched the sun's rays send themselves through the man's fluttered
eyelashes.
"You know what week it is, Shishou?"
"I know." said Reigen. He stared contemplatively at the boy. He didn't touch
Mob back; he let the boy control this process of confiding.
"I'm kind of worried this time." Mob said. He shook his head. "No, not that I
mean we won't be fine... It just feels like everything's closing in on me right
now. If I don't get to graduate high school... I'll have to keep being a kid
that's dating an adult. No one will let you be with me except Ritsu."
How ironic is that, thought Reigen.
"So then, what can I do?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"To put it simply... be patient. I'll catch up to you as much as I can so that
this doesn't stay a secret." said Mob, "I'm going to try to be a cheerleader so
that we can be together."
"You're going to do it... for me?" asked Reigen, who couldn't help the stupid,
awestruck grin forming on his face.
"I can't change the fact that I love an adult man, Shishou." replied Mob, "But
I can change myself, to let the world know about it someday."
Reigen was flustered and waved a hand over his face to get some air. "Oi,
Mobbu, don't make this cheesy..."
He leaned in and gave a quick peck to Mob's lips, then with an apologetic look,
said "I love you too. Sorry I'm a paranoid old fart by comparison."
"So..." Shigeo said, winding his finger's through Reigen's, "Will you teach me
new adult things, so that I'm ready?"
Smirking nervously, Reigen said, "Yep."
"...Good." answered Shigeo. His small smile faded once he realized that
cheerleading for his future would require an explanation of how he'd made the
team.
"Um... Shishou..." Shigeo gulped, "Can I share what happened today at tryouts
with you?"
"Uh, yes. Did something happen?" Reigen questioned, studying the boy's pouting
face.
Mob had a headache thinking about it now. He knew Shishou wouldn't like Coach
Haire for what she was asking of him. Sliding onto Reigen's lap, Mob slowly
spat it out.
"Coach Haire... said that I could only do cheer if I use my psychic powers to
help the team win." he admitted.
Reigen twitched in irritation, though Mob knew it wasn't for him.
"You know as well as I do that the coach is using you." said the man bluntly,
"Don't worry, I'm not about to nag you. How did she find out about your
powers?"
Shigeo scratched his cheek a little. "Uh... an evil spirit came to attack the
girls. It was a vengeance strike. I had to save them and exorcize the spirit.
When the coach saw me using my powers, she offered me the chance I didn't have
before."
"That's really ballsy of her." Reigen grunted as he leaned back in his chair
with hands folding behind him. "Mobbu... Are you sure that you want to do
this?"
With his hands on his Shishou's belted waist, Shigeo looked down glumly. "It's
got me thinking of a way I can move forward. So... even if it's not what I
would like to do... I have to do something, or else I'll be stuck for an extra
year in school. It's safer for me to use telekinesis to make cheerleaders float
than it is to fail. Especially now, when I can feel the itch is about to happen
any moment."
Touching Mob's hips, Reigen quietly asked, "How close is it?"
"No more than twenty-four hours away." Mob replied, wincing when he thought
about the spasmodic torture to come. He was surprised by the lips pressing
against his neck.
"Leave it to me." said his Shishou.
Mob felt sure of the body underneath his. It would definitely carry him away
from the painful aspects. He let his Shishou kiss him deeply, overwhelming him
to give the boy a taste of the week that was ahead.
They broke, panting. Reigen said, "Maybe we should close the blinds."
Mob agreed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
As Ritsu finished his homework after dinner, he considered visiting the gym
again to let off some steam. But thinking about returning there only made Ritsu
remember Shou taunting him.
Screw that kid, he thought. He could get fit all by himself. And anyway, the
cherished routine that Ritsu got from visiting the gym, his emotional balance,
was dashed by Shou's appearance. How was he supposed to reenter the place when
they might bump into each other? Shou was just an annoyance. There was no way
Ritsu was intimidated by him. Nope.
He sat on the floor, staring at his socks. Shou wasn't that powerful or
interesting to him. He told himself that he couldn't be bothered entertaining
the guy. A good minute passed with Ritsu replaying the crude scenes in his head
of Shou being nosy until the memories became segmented by various parts of
Shou's body. He remembered how angry the thick, pale arm made him. So strong,
but so idiotic, like a big combat dummy. Ritsu could imagine himself tearing
that thing apart every day.
Oh.
There was a slight lump, hard and growing, in the crotch of Ritsu's pants. He
shuddered when he realized that he was getting aroused.
"Fuck..." he hissed, standing up. On his feet, he wavered over the option of
waiting it out or taking care of it. Another memory of Shou returned to Ritsu,
one where he was being beaten by the boy with psychic powers. How could enemies
get so close to each other and not feel afraid? Why did thinking of fighting
Shou make Ritsu think of sex?
"Got to get this off my mind..." he muttered as he ground his teeth, sitting
back down and undoing his zipper.
The flesh felt firm and hot in his hands. He pumped it up and down, letting it
swell in excitement.
"Ah..." he huffed, increasing speed.
That feeling didn't go away, so Ritsu tried to push through it. Shou's scent
was strong enough in his memory to make him believe he was there. So as he
worked himself up, he found himself panting at the thought of Shou's power and
persistence... He wouldn't let Ritsu go if he could see him like this...
"Hah, hah..." the boy panted, seeing stars, "Ah, s-shit...!"
His voice cracked as it moaned. Ritsu's muscles clenched while his body rose up
into climax.
"Aah!" he cried, full of shame.
Semen splattered on the floor. He'd have to clean it up. And he realized that
he'd need to get used to the confusing new association he'd made. The
temptation of something he couldn't have was so hard for Ritsu to resist. He
was furious at the kid, but the fury tricked his heart into beating faster. His
rosy cheeks were a testament to this dawning moment.
Ritsu thought he'd be forever a fool.
***** Ouchie *****
Chapter Summary
     Reigen gets a surprise visit from his ex-girlfriend, and... the door
     is answered by Mob. Awkwardness ensues.
Mob's psychic powers were to be first put to use after he recovered from his
illness. Coach Haire didn't know what the kid could have been struggling with,
but she wouldn't disallow his absence. She needed him for the team. With a
power like his, she didn't need to stress over his athletic performance. Still,
she wanted to know how the kid moved. A bit of demonstration was in order.
She called the boy's cell. It rang a few times, but wasn't answered. She
pouted, tapping her foot on the ground in front of the soccer field with the
rest of the team.
"Alright, girls!" she shouted as she turned around, arms akimbo, "Let's
practice our roar."
Sometimes mysteries are best left unsolved. Coach Haire was better off not
knowing what Shigeo was up to.
Sure, very well off. That is to say, she wasn't missing out on anything good.
That was the first day of Mob's problem returning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Akiko, whom some called "The Serpentine Woman," was strutting down one of those
slate-gray avenues that led to her ex's house. Little puddles of rainwater
close to the curb reflected a dismal sky. She was bundled up well; around her
neck was a plush, looping scarf, and her little black booties kept her soles
off the ground. The woman was on a mission. She'd told herself that one day,
she would come back. She'd return to her man, set his cold, broken heart aflame
and take him away from the world. Akiko knew she'd done wrong in the past. She
hadn't been a good woman to Arataka. Now she was prepared to make it up to him,
to catch him off guard and make him whole again. She was just very near. His
condo was visible over the next couple of blocks, the roof slightly slanted
from age.
"Here goes nothing." she said under her breath.
When the stairs were ascended and the balcony crossed, she pursed her lips to
spread the newly applied coat of lipstick and smoothed out her beautiful hair.
Chest high, she rang the doorbell and put her delicate hands together. She shut
her eyes and imagined the handsome face of her jilted lover blushing in
surprise, amazed that she had finally come back.
The door was answered after a minute or two, by a short, lithe boy with dark
hair and a nondescript, inoffensive face. He looked up at her shyly but warmly.
"Ah, hello. Can I help you?" he said, hand curling around the doorknob.
Akiko balked like a deer in the headlights. Arataka had a kid now? Wait, wait,
wait. She'd only been gone for five years. How could he have moved on with
another woman and raised a child of this age in just that time? Akiko took a
small step back, at a complete loss for words. She felt so stupid, so foolish!
Why would Arataka suddenly welcome her into his life now that he wasn't a
lonely oaf anymore?
The door opened wider to reveal Arataka himself, confused and wary. Akiko could
have died on the spot. How unfortunate!
"Akiko?" he asked, taken aback. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder
instantly. Akiko knew she'd screwed up big time. Any minute now, Arataka's wife
would appear and look at her like a dirty person. Well, there was no turning
back now. If she ran away, the bridge would be forever burned. But she could at
least try to make amends. So she smiled and answered.
"Arataka... It's been a very long time! How have you been?"
Arataka scratched his cheek with his other hand, fingers tightening around the
shrinking boy.
"Uh, yes, um, well... Things are good. What brings you, Akiko?"
"I just wanted to talk." said the Serpentine Woman, standing primly in place,
"I know that you must have moved on with another lady, but... I wanted to see
you again. If she doesn't want me to come in, I understand and I'll get going.
It's okay."
She cast her gaze down pathetically and then looked back up at him. Arataka
opened the door wider to lean against the frame.
"Another lady? There's no lady. What makes you think...?" he said, puzzled.
"Eh?" Akiko pointed at the quiet, unassuming boy, "That's not your son?"
"Wh-" Arataka began to say, but instantly shut up. He and the boy looked at
each other quickly and Arakata cleared his throat.
"I haven't become a father since you left, Akiko. This is just my assistant,
Mobbu. I run an agency."
Ah, so that's how it was. Akiko had no reason to fear after all. It was
inconvenient to have a kid here for their reunion, but she supposed she could
ignore his presence. He looked pretty humble. Akiko elegantly tucked a lock of
hair behind her ear and beamed at Arataka.
"I see, then! I'd still love to catch up... Arataka." she said softly, "Are you
busy? May I come in for a little bit?"
Next to Arataka, the boy called Mob seemed fine except for his awkward
fidgeting. He was flushed in the face from the beginning, but now he seemed
much more bothered. He shook from the crown of his head to his toes and said,
"Ah, excuse me. I'm going to the bathroom." Mob retreated back into the
apartment, out of sight. Arataka gave a nervous laugh, which Akiko assumed was
because he was flustered in her presence.
"S-So... come in, then, Akiko." he said and beckoned to her.
She obliged gladly, stepping inside and following a bit behind the man. She set
her bag down at the kitchen table and sat in one of the simple white chairs.
Arataka responded to her expectant look. "So... tea? Coffee?" He rummaged
through his cupboard.
"Tea, please." said Akiko, giggling, "Arataka... Your voice has changed."
"It's the cigarettes." he explained brusquely as he fetched three cups from the
cabinet and set them down at the table, "Do you want some strawberry cake?"
Akiko was not so easily distracted by cake. "Cigarettes? You went back to
smoking after I left?"
"Yes, I did." Arataka replied as he kept himself busy preparing water, "Cake?"
"Oh, yes." Akiko answered, touching her small chin, "I'll have a small piece.
How about one for your assistant as well?"
"Sure." said Arataka. He pulled a white square box out of the fridge and set it
down. Opening it, so that Akiko could see that it had already been cut into, he
said, "Sorry I'm in shambles today."
"It's okay, Arataka. Don't worry, I'm not here to criticize you."
Arataka sat himself down, looking at her puzzlingly. "What brings you all the
way back here?"
Akiko breathed slowly, trying to maintain her aloofness and prettiness.
"I wanna know how your life has been!" she said. Despite how she tried, she
couldn't hide her excitement. Looking at Arataka brought back so many memories.
What a shame that she'd mistreated him in the past. The years had been good to
him despite his unhealthy habit. There was now something keen and humorous in
his eyes, like he'd been changed for the better by something quixotic and new.
The photo she'd seen on Arataka's social media page suggested a happier man, or
at the very least, a less jealous man. Someone had come in and flipped a
switch. Well, she was gone now. Akiko thought herself lucky. No one would ever
love him if they knew what a strange guy he was. That was probably what
happened.
The mystery... was Arataka's lack of sadness. He wasn't depressed anymore.
The man took a moment to figure out his response. He pouted.
"Life's alright. How much can I complain when I have a successful business and
good help?"
"Any new people in your life...?" Akiko asked tentatively. She didn't expect
Arataka to have many, but she didn't want to hurt his feelings again, after so
long.
"Oh, I've got a good co-partner, Serizawa. I closed up the office for the week,
but his hours are few anyway because he's getting his bachelor's degree. He had
a rough start, but Mob and I put him back on track. How about that?" he
grinned.
"Very good... I'm proud." said Akiko fondly, "Is that all? You don't see anyone
right now?"
"Yes. No." Arataka said abruptly, seeming to dawdle in the imagination before
catching himself. He straightened his posture and went to get the boiled water.
With his back turned to Akiko, he said, "Is that an area of interest?"
"I mean..." Akiko hesitated, unsure of his reaction. She couldn't see his face.
"I thought that we could reconnect. I've been missing you, Arataka, and I hoped
you were doing better since that time. I'm so glad that you feel alright now.
It makes my heart happy."
Arataka turned around and poured some hot water into the tea mugs. He seemed
too focused to talk. Suddenly the bathroom door made an opening noise and
Arataka's assistant appeared again. The man looked up at the boy and said,
"Mobbu, want anything? There's tea and cake."
Mob had returned, still as shy as before but visibly much less uncomfortable.
"I'll... just have some tea. Thanks, Shishou."
"Shishou?" Akiko repeated, looking up at her ex, "That's so cute! What a good
boy. He'll become a fine man one day."
"Yeah." Arataka answered, pouring a cup for Mob.
"You should sit, Mobbu!" Akiko excitedly exclaimed, giving the chair near her a
firm, deliberate pat.
Immediately the boy winced and pressed his lips together as if holding
something back. He stiffly marched over to the chair and indulged her.
"Something wrong, honey?" asked the woman. She stirred her tea and tapped it on
the rim of the cup, which made Mob wince again.
"Ah, no, I'm fine!" Mob denied, hot-faced. He squirmed in his seat. Akiko
noticed that his hands were placed underneath his legs, cushioning his rump
against the hard surface of the chair.
"You seem a little unwell..." Akiko continued before Arataka cut in for her.
"He's an athlete. His body's just sore from practice."
"Oh, is that so? What kind of athletic activity do you do, honey?" asked Akiko
curiously.
"Ch...Cheerleading..." the boy said, looking down into his mug of tea. The tips
of his ears were red.
"Wow..." Akiko said slowly, wrapping her mind around the idea, "I didn't know
boys did cheerleading. How brave of you to defy cultural norms!"
"Ah...It's... not originally a female sport." said Mob with quickened breath
and nervously darting eyes, "Cheerleading began as an all-male sport."
"Really..." the Serpentine Woman mused. She was much more curious about why the
child seemed so bothered. Was it... because of her?
Annoyed jealousy came over Akiko. She was much more entitled to have a private
conversation with Arataka than this silly boy. He was just pretending to be
important. Probably a clingy kid with problems. Arataka always did have a soft
spot for strays.
Anyway, there was ostensibly no reason for him to witness a private
conversation between two romantically-involved adults. Akiko tried to think of
a way she and Arataka could get rid of him. She glanced at the man. He was also
looking at Mob, so he must have been thinking the very same thing. She'd be
doing them both a favor by establishing a hierarchy.
"I'm a bit tired after the commute." she said with a small sigh that could have
been a yawn but was too tight and dainty, "Is this tea caffeinated?"
"Oh, yeah. It's plain green tea." said her ex boyfriend.
"That's great... I'd like to have the energy to talk until the cows come home."
said Akiko, leaning forward a bit. Her toe went to touch his beneath the table
to play a little footsie, but she was blocked by his assistant's foot in her
path. Taking no prisoners, she gave the foot a neat little kick to make him
back off. The boy yelped and squeezed himself tightly, huffing through his nose
a little bit. That was quite the reaction. But she wouldn't be dissuaded by
manipulative, babylike behavior. He'd learn to grow up and accept loss.
Arataka, however, was already asking Mob if he was okay. Oops, backfire. The
boy had him wrapped around his little finger for now. That would change. He
couldn't give Arataka what he needed as an adult man. When Mob assured them
that he was alright after anxiously peering at her, she went back in to
flirting underneath the table with Arataka.
The man's foot, which she was trying to find on his side of the table, had
moved. It was now touching against the toes of the boy. What the hell? Akiko
did not give the child's foot another little kick. Instead she surreptitiously
stepped down on Mob's toes with grinding pressure, digging her heel in to
inflict a sharp spurt of pain. The boy gasped, wrenching his foot out from
under hers, and writhed in his seat with a hand clasped over his mouth. His
cheeks were practically the same color as the cake. Victorious, she ate a bite.
"What's wrong with him?" she said austerely over the rim of her cup.
Mob was struggling to bring his shaking mug to his lips. Akiko was totally
shocked when Arataka leaned over and held his cup for him, gently tilting it so
the hot liquid would run down the boy's throat. Mob wiped his mouth when the
mug was taken away and said, "Thank you, Shishou..."
"Ah" He noticed Akiko's severe stare, putting his hands back underneath his
legs, "Sorry, Akiko-san."
What was he apologizing for? She'd just shown him hostility. Whatever. At least
he knew his place.
Wait, no. There was something authoritative in the boy's apology, like he was a
grown host trying to calm an upset guest. Mob was condescending to her. Akiko
internally fumed. Then she thought of an idea.
"Oh, you poor thing. You look feverish. Maybe a nap on the couch will do you
good? Or maybe... we could send for a cab to take you home?" she sweetly said.
"Ah, uh..." the boy almost started speaking, and was interrupted by his boss.
"That's fine, Akiko. Don't worry about my assistant, he'll be okay." Arataka
said politely, "Mobbu, want to take a nap? I'll wake you when we're done."
Yes, Akiko thought, send him away! He'll be making awkward noises and movements
on the coach and we'll both feel sorry for him, but we'll be too wrapped up in
talking to care.
Mob answered, "Uh, yes, I think I should just lie down. O-Okay, it was nice to
meet you, Akiko-san."
Arataka mentioned to the boy as he stiffly stood up, "The bed isn't made yet
but there are clean sheets stored in the blue bin in the closet. Just throw it
down if you can't handle doing everything. We'll take care of it later when I
get done."
What? Akiko gawked, hardly believing her ears. Arataka allowed his assistant to
sleep on his bed? That little spoiled brat? Where was he planning to lay her
down when things got heavy?
"Okay, Shishou." said Mob with a little glowing smile, "I'll wait for you to
finish talking."
"Don't wait up, honey." Akiko interjected, "Your master and I have a lot of
catching up to do."
"We do?" Arataka queried, resting on his elbows with his fingers interlaced, "I
don't think so. What's there to talk about that'll take so long?"
"Our relationship?" blurted Akiko with unintended emotion, staring at the man.
"Oh." replied Arataka airily. This infuriated her.
"Oh?" she said curtly before reforming her pissed-off expression into one of
quaint, doe-like innocence, "I know what you mean, Arataka. It's been so long.
How I wish to hear every detail of the years we spent apart. Leaving things
like we did put a chip on my shoulder, and... if you'd let me make it up to
you, I'd be okay with talking again like we used to."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes, really." said Akiko gladly, eyes full of shine and warmth.
"Well in that case, there's something you should leave with before I forget."
Arataka said, delighted.
Akiko's eyelids fell shut and she waited for the prime kiss. After a few
seconds, when it didn't come, she opened her eyes and looked down at the
business card and pamphlet he'd placed in front of her. She looked up.
Arataka's face and voice were serious and professional. His cradled fist was
under his chin.
"I offer three different courses for the exorcisms. Based on the severity of
the curse on your shoulder, I'd suggest going with course B. But for you, I'll
do a fifty percent off discount."
"Wh...What?" Akiko stated in shock.
He smiled.
"You're a good friend, so of course!"
"What are you... Do you..." the words came out brittle and harsh.
"We can talk more about it. The average person only knows rudimentary myths
about the spiritual, supernatural world." Arataka said understandingly, nodding
his head to her.
"But... I'm not just an average person." Akiko objected to the scenario, "I'm
your ex girlfriend! It's deeper than that!"
She stood, fuming.
"Get over yourself and listen to what I'm saying!" she ordered.
"... Which is...?" Arataka questioned neutrally. He was denying her. It brought
back fury from before.
"I'm your love! You loved me, remember? I'm asking you to tell me how you
feel!" shouted the Serpentine Woman, shaking the bracelets on her wrists.
Arataka's assistant had not left yet and was watching the exchange with a
trembling lip and his thighs pressed together. What was he thinking? What was
he still doing here, observing the moment so passively? Akiko pointed to the
boy.
"There's more to life than playing Dad and Son with him! I wanted to know how
you felt, but you don't even care about your own feelings. You changed into a
child, Arataka!"
She turned, spitting one last insult, "Well I'm grown up! I'm much more grown
up than you, who can't even handle a lover who needs attention and care! You're
a con man and you can keep playing spirit guide with your assistant! I've had
enough of trying to raise you to my standard!"
She stomped towards the door, hitting the floor with sharp clicks from her
heels. She held the door open a moment as she swore at the two of them.
"Get a fucking room!" she cried, slamming it shut behind her and leaving
nothing in her wake.
Reigen, now finally comfortable, let out a slow whistle as he sagged into his
chair. He put a hand over his eyes and kneaded the bridge of his nose. He felt
the hand of Mob brush his and lift his gaze up. Mob was staring at where the
Serpentine Woman had gone, biting his lip with an expression of conflict and
need.
"I can't hold this in any longer, Shishou." he admitted, embarrassed.
"Then let's get a room?" Reigen suggested before laughing and picking Mob up to
have him sit in his lap and give him a quick kiss. The boy was moaning with his
body pressed close to Reigen's, giving them friction through their clothes. He
tried to grip the fabric of his Shishou's white shirt.
"A room... sounds good... Hah..." he panted hotly, "Oh... Shishou~"
His hips wriggled. Reigen said, "Maybe we don't even need to move. I can have
you just like this."
"What if she comes back?" asked Mob as his body did another hot writhe and he
closed his eyes, "I don't want her to look at me..."
"Personally, I'd like to see the look on her face, but she's not coming back."
said Reigen knowingly, "A good lesson was learned."
"Oh, I see. Shishou, sometimes, you say more when you don't say anything, I n-
nh-noticed..." Mob moaned before having his lips caught by Reigen's.
"Wise words." Mob's Shishou said when he released them.
***** Late Stocking Stuffer *****
Chapter Notes
     Thank you everyone for waiting so patiently for the newest chapter!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Jilted lovers were a dime a dozen. But sometimes, it was rewarding to be the
listener when a client was willing to pay in hundreds.
Private Detective Marusa speculated on his luck when the young lady walked in.
Akiko was her name, and she told a tale as tall as a cornfield. It was easy for
him to see over the hurt in her story, how she'd been used and betrayed by the
man she loved, Reigen Arataka.
She said that she and him had been together for two years, sustaining a
passionate romance that was tumultuous at best. Akiko-san wanted more attention
out of her boyfriend, who seemed wrapped up in his own dismal feelings. Not
even love could save him. Or so she thought!
"This... boy. This boy has some sort of edge over me!" claimed the Serpentine
Woman, "I can't stand him!"
"What in particular about the boy bothers you so much that you'd complain to me
about him?" said Marusa, not wanting to be a shrink.
"He just gives off a... feeling. A clingy, needy feeling. That's what Arataka
likes. He always hated how independent I was because I had friends, and it
pushed me only further from him. Marusa, I won't be spurious, as this is a
jealous assumption. But I must know, at least, what the boy is to my ex-
boyfriend."
"What do you think he is to Reigen-san, then?"
"The reason to worry..." Akiko said with a shake to her voice, "Arataka may
have changed in some ways and remained the same in others. He's possessive of
that child, more than a father figure should be. He's... in love with him."
"In love?" the detective asked, scratching his stubbled jowls, "Are you saying
that he's having irresponsible relationships with teens?"
"Just this one teen." Akiko answered, fingers pinching each other on her lap.
She was doing this for the best.
"So let me get this straight. You have a hunch that this former boyfriend of
yours... is taking sexual advantage of a minor?" the investigator said with
concern, "I see why you are so upset. A matter like this is best in the hands
of the police."
"But, wait, Marusa... I have not finished." said Akiko breathlessly, "I know
that this may seem strange, but... deep down, I do still love him. If I can
make him wake up and stop fooling around with his assistant, he'll come back to
me. He needs me, Marusa. And I need you... to help me break the shell locking
him inside, making him perverted."
"Ah, pardon?" Marusa asked, "You still see something salvageable in Reigen-san
while also seeing him as a creep?"
"... Yes." said Akiko firmly. On the inside, she did not really believe her
claim of Reigen's pederasty. This kid Mob was totally unaware of any
speculation as to his relationship with Arataka, and so was the man himself. Of
course her ex-lover would not be fooling around with a sixteen year old. Bah,
what a bad joke. Akiko didn't actually think that Arataka was a pederast at
all.
But, she would do what she must to separate them. Arataka was hers, and she
would have him before long with a private eye on her side. She just needed some
sort of false proof that Arataka was dating his assistant, and boom-- instant
blackmail material. She'd use that to make him capitulate.
"Give me more details, please." said the Investigator, "And a larger payment
will be required, if you want me to be discreet about my findings, should your
hunch be true. Pedophilia is a serious offense. If we separate Reigen-san and
the boy independent of the law, I cannot determine what will happen to him."
"Fine." said Akiko, "Just... get him out of Arataka's life."
And so the deal was done. Marusa would be following the pair and observing
them, starting the moment Akiko stepped out of his office door.
What an interesting case! What an interesting girl! This would turn out to be
fun, if perhaps morally problematic.
That evening he sat in his beat up car watching the street Reigen lived on. The
twilight sank into the sky, darkening everything to a deep indigo. Reigen
emerged from his apartment carrying some reusable shopping bags. Marusa took a
picture.
"He's a nice-looking fellow, isn't he, Haru?" From behind him, the shiba inu
wagged its tail in the backseat.
"Where are we going, Reigen?" Marusa pondered quietly while he drove at a
crawl, watching Reigen briskly walk, covered by a handsome brown coat, down the
cold, empty block.
He stopped at the supermarket, going inside with an air of serene purpose.
Marusa parked his car nearby and rested his hand on Haru's head. "Now let's
wait."
Reigen was gone for a long time, it seemed. When he emerged from the sliding
doors, his shopping bags were laden with food for cooking. The man was a minor
chef, apparently. Marusa turned around and followed him further. Reigen went
into a convenience store. Marusa decided to leave the car with Haru to have a
closer peek at the man's shopping habits.
The door jingled at his entry. It was a small, cramped shop, with an elevated
countertop. Reigen was in line to request a packet of batteries.
Batteries?
Yes, the small kind.
Then he watched Reigen go, after purchasing them and looking at a text on his
phone.
"Whew... so these are the right ones. Alright, now... home." said the man with
a relaxed sigh.
Marusa kept back from his pursuit and bought a little jerky treat for his dog.
When he let Haru chomp on it in the car, he turned to his companion and said,
"I spoil you too much on the jobs."
The dog licked Marusa's face. "Aw." said the man, spitting although he still
appreciated the surprise kiss.
"Maybe he's cooking dinner for a party? That's a lot of food." said Marusa
calmly as he got another photo of Reigen standing at his door with a bunch of
heavy bags on his shoulders. He knocked his own door, and the person who
answered it was a boy, looking to be around fifteen or sixteen. Judging by his
appearance that must be Mob. He looked closer with his binoculars. The teenage
boy was smiling, although he seemed restless somehow.
Well now the Investigator had proof that Mob was in Reigen's house right now,
waiting for him. Now, to elevate the risk.
Marusa got out of his car with Haru on a dummy leash. In his coat pocket Marusa
carried a small voice recorder. If Reigen was gonna cook he'd probably need the
window open and the fan on. This recorder would pick up on voices from directly
outside without the white noise.
He and his jovial dog got to the top of the landing and found the door number
that Akiko told him about. "Shh." he told the dog with a finger to his lips.
Haru looked around and his ears pricked up. He looked into the apartment
window, which was cracked open a bit. Marusa took his voice recorder and
clipped it into the dog's collar.
"Stay." he said to Haru.
The shiba inu sat down as his master walked back to the car, patiently waiting
for his treat. The voices of Mob and Reigen were filtered out from the
television noise and the fan.
"Sorry for making you wait, Mobbu. At least I got the right ones this time."
said Reigen with a sigh. He lay his bags on the kitchen counter. "I'll help you
with that thing in a second."
"Have you tried it before?" asked Shigeo eagerly.
"Well, that one's brand new, but I've read good reviews about it. It's supposed
to be really, really powerful." assured Reigen with a sly look.
"If this works well, it'll be a good solution to my itch." said Mob, fidgeting
on the couch, "I can't wait to use it..."
Reigen had finished unpacking the groceries in a flash. He sat right next to
Mob and studied the smooth egg-shaped vibrator in Mob's hand. With his arm
around his disciple's shoulder, he spoke closely in his ear. "And I can't wait
to use it either, Mobbu."
His finger flicked the boy's wet bottom lip. Sighing hotly, Mob said, "Help me
take off my clothes, please?"
"Anytime." replied Reigen smugly as he undid the buttons of Mob's shirt one by
one. Getting the fabric open, he kissed Mob's throat, making his breath hitch.
Shigeo leaned backwards until he was lying down with his Master on top of him.
The rustling pants came off next.
"Shishou, please..." Shigeo begged, "You have to learn to do this faster... or
let me do it."
"Alright, alright, Mobbu." said Reigen, sliding down Mob's underwear to release
the boy's throbbing organ. It wavered in the air like a branch, and Reigen
kissed the top of it. Mob moaned and rolled his hips. Reigen watched him from
below and teasingly licked up the length of Mob's penis, getting a louder whine
out of his lover.
"Ready for my fingers?" he said while he slicked them with lube.
"Yes, Shishou." Mob breathed. His eyes fell shut and he moaned softly when
Reigen pushed in the first finger, coaxing his tender anus into stretching a
bit more. Mob started to pant as Reigen added the second finger and spread him
open while rubbing the boy's cock with particular attention to the glans.
"S-Shishou... oh, more..." he pleaded, letting his thighs fall further apart
and his hips raise.
"Nnh!" he grunted and his knee hit the coffee table when Reigen's exploring
fingers found a place that made his toes curl, "Ah... Ah... Shishou~"
His fingernails dragged over the couch cushion next to him and his head turned
from side to side. "Oh, oh please..." he begged, breathing heavily.
"Shh..." said Reigen, leaning over him. He held up the egg with it's connecting
wire, freeing his fingers from Mob's ass. "You ought to save your voice for
this, Mobbu."
Mob nodded frantically and said, "Help me..."
Reigen pushed the egg inside Shigeo's hole. It swallowed the thing and Mob,
wincing, said "Okay, Shishou... Do it."
Reigen flicked on the controller at the lowest setting. All of a sudden Mob
jolted and yelped, bringing his knees up and tensing his calves. Reigen could
hear the thing whirring inside him as Mob cried for his help.
"S-Shishou, h-hold onto me, p-please... Ah!" he pleaded, reaching out for his
Master. Reigen held the squirming boy close and listened to his breath while he
moaned again and again.
"Hah, oh... o-oh..." Mob stammered, clenching his muscles tight around the love
egg. Sweat poured down his face and neck. "Shishou, y-you bought this... f-for
me...?"
"Yeah, Mobbu. Do you like it?"
"T-thank you... ah..."
"Christmas was already a while ago." Reigen said proudly, "Consider it a late
stocking stuffer."
He kissed the boy, stealing his oxygen. Mob writhed underneath him like a
serpent, sweat pouring down his body. Reigen was loving every second of this,
and he knew Mobbu was, too. He got sweaty himself, and started taking off his
shirt, undoing the buttons slowly and watching Mob look at him with needy eyes.
When he shrugged off the shirt, Mob reached up and spread his fingers over the
man's chest, admiring him.
"Shishou..." he breathed before Reigen turned up the power on the love egg and
he let out a long moan. His thighs were jiggling from shaking so much.
"Sit on my lap." ordered Reigen. He lifted Mob up and placed him there, turned
towards the television. Kissing the back of his neck, he said, "You control the
TV remote, and I'll control the other one, okay?"
Mob grabbed the television remote, shuddering from arousal, and put on
something.
Reigen was kissing the side of Shigeo's neck, taking in his scent. He started
fiddling with Mob's penis, stroking it up and down with his thumb pressing
gently over the slit. He spread the precum around and around the head, making
Mob feel like a fire was between his legs. The love egg purred inside him,
elevating his senses. Just a few seconds later, Mob's balls tightened and he
threw his head back, moaning for his Master.
"Ah...!" the ejaculate dripped down his cock, dirtying him. After calming down,
he grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and tried to wipe himself up, but
Reigen took control and administered the aftercare. The soft tissue glided
carefully up Mob's penis, clearing away the mess. Mob was still practically
jumping in his Master's lap because the egg was still powered on.
"Nnh, ah, hah... c-can you do it again?" Shigeo asked with a post-coital blush
spreading over his cheeks.
"You are so out of breath, Mobbu. Aren't you supposed to be the top
cheerleader?" teased Reigen, pinching Shigeo's shoulder with his teeth.
"Shishou..." Mob huffed in frustration, squirming on the man's lap.
"Oh boy. Being with you is like running a marathon." Reigen chuckled, "So
demanding... but worth it."
Shigeo was heartened by Reigen's words and through his discomfort he managed a
small, demure smile. He held his hand over Reigen's. "Shishou... you're so nice
to me."
"Oh?" Reigen said, amused.
"But you have a mean side." Shigeo added. A drop of sweat rolled down his cheek
and he struggled to breathe evenly. "You're tough on me sometimes... like when
you tickle me... or make me beg... or send me dirty text messages at school..."
"Yeah, pretty awful." He thumbed Mob's bottom lip and whispered, "Suck..."
Mob whimpered, parting his lips and enclosing Reigen's thumb. He sucked on the
digit as it was joined by one finger after another, stroking the inside of
Mob's soft mouth.
"It's like a puppy." Reigen murmured, caressing his lover's tongue. The tip
hardened and ran up the underside of Reigen's finger. Mob had given him many
blowjobs before and was quite good at it. He even drank his boyfriend's cum
when it filled his mouth, spilling out at the corners. Right now saliva was
dripping down Mob's chin, splashing in his lap. The boy was getting in the zone
again from the love egg's vibrations. With Reigen's fingers in his mouth, he
breathed and moaned deeply from his throat, his noises like an animal in
estrus.
Reigen started caressing Mob's thighs, sliding underneath them and petting his
silky smooth skin.
"How amazing is it that you have so much baby fat, Mobbu? It feels like water,
just running between my fingers. Your body's so yielding... It bruises pretty
quickly. When we make love... Sometimes, I get scared I could break you."
His hard fingers digging into Mob's skin made both of them shudder at the same
time.
"This is too much, Mobbu-- I need to fuck you. God, I want to do it so badly,
just to bend you over right now. Your breath is shaking, does that mean you'd
like it as well?"
"Yes, please..." Mob whispered, choked by arousal. He was getting close for the
second time. His hands balled into fists around Reigen's knees. "I need it,
just like you... ah, p-please..."
"Look at me." said Reigen, leaning back so Mob could turn around to see him.
Mob did, and stared at the look the man was giving him. Reigen-Shishou's face
was so serious and sexy right now. He was definitely not joking-- his
determined stare told Mob that he was about to get fucked extra hard.
As Mob came louder than before, Haru, outside, yelped sympathetically.
Marusa in the car balled his hands into fists and said, "No--! Stupid!"
Reigen noticed the noise and perked his head up. After wiping himself off with
tissues, he came to the window and parted the curtains. There was a dog
outside.
"Oh..." Reigen murmured, going to put on a bathrobe. When he opened the door,
Haru was waiting for him, wagging his tail slightly.
"Oh, hello there!" Reigen said, "Are you lost, big guy?"
He crouched and patted the good boy's head while looking at his tag.
"So your name is Haru, huh?"
The device on his collar attracted his attention.
"What on earth..." his eyes widened. He ruffled Haru's scruff and pulled the
dog's face closer to his. "Do you want a treat?"
The shiba inu went inside his apartment right away with him.
"God damn it!" the detective hollered, slamming his hands against the wheel.
"Hey, Mobbu, we have a four legged visitor." Reigen said as he entered the
living room, following Haru, who surprised Mob.
"Ah, is he lost?" Mob asked, putting on a big shirt of Reigen's as he pulled
his knees to his chest on the couch. The dog came to him to greet him, wedging
his nose between Mob's legs for the strong scent.
"Wah--C-Cold...!" he said, covering himself.
"No, boy. That's mine." said Reigen, sitting down and pulling on Haru's collar
to get him back. "His name is Haru. Precocious, isn't he?"
Mob squirmed on the couch and pulled the whole shirt down over him with a
blush, "He's not very polite, but he is cute. Where did he come from?"
"Just outside." answered Reigen, unclipping the recording device, "I have a
feeling he was sent to us. What's this...?"
Reigen pressed a button and all of a sudden the voices of him and his disciple
were filling the room with moans.
"Oh God." said Reigen, turning red.
Haru barked and then howled. From outside, Marusa was having an unpleasant time
thinking about how he'd have to surrender this case to rescue his dog.
Reigen turned off the recorder. "That was weird."
"Haru had that on his collar... the whole time we were doing it?" asked Mob
nervously.
"I think he belongs to whoever wanted to hear us." answered Reigen with a
finger to his lips, "This is really bad. Somebody wants information."
"I know what we'll do." said Mob, standing up on shaky legs, "The owner may
come back... to save his dog. We ought to find out more about the owner. It
would be dangerous to introduce ourselves, b-but..."
"We can spy on the spy." Reigen confirmed, "All right, Mobbu!"
Mob laughed a little bit bashfully.
"Let's just erase the data on this recorder, and we're all set." said Reigen
optimistically, "I'll go look it up."
A little while later a knock came at the door. Mob looked to Reigen. "Haru's
owner?"
Reigen looked through the peephole. It was a middle aged man with a porkpie
hat, rummaging impatiently through his pockets. When Reigen opened the door, he
was met with a gruff greeting. A dozen bills were shoved into his hand and the
man said, "Please take this in exchange for the dog and ask no questions."
Haru barked happily and jumped towards his master, digging his nose into the
man's coat pockets. "We'll be off, now. Take care." He shuffled away down the
landing with Haru prancing in front of him. Haru's collar was hooked up with
the erased voice recorder. Reigen smirked as he watched them go.
"Nice job, Shishou." said Mob behind him.
Reigen turned and lifted Mob up in his arms, looking closely into his modest,
unassuming eyes, "Let's celebrate, shall we?"
He folded the bills to put in his pocket, "That should be enough."
"Enough for what?" asked Mob.
"Do you have a cheerleading uniform, yet?" Reigen questioned, smiling
devilishly.
"No..." answered Mob, "Shishou, you pervert."
"I love you." Reigen pecked Mob on the cheek.
"Pervert Shishou." Mob muttered, narrowing his eyes.
Reigen started rubbing Mob's thighs up and down as he held him, going "Mhm..."
Shigeo was once again at the mercy of his lecherous, but loving Shishou.
Chapter End Notes
     Share your thoughts in the comments! Right now I'm doing fic
     commissions in addition, so if you would like a fic written just the
     way you want just inbox me on my twitter @ pandoras_thong for details
     and questions!
***** Little Birds *****
Reigen's mother took a tentative drag of her cigarette and exhaled the smoke
through the screened window. Her companion, Benkei, was nursing a beer. He sat,
with a folded leg, across her at the small kitchen table.
"Ayame-san, can I have a cigarette?" the young man asked.
Ayame sucked her teeth tiredly, not really thinking about the question. "Of
course. Just do a favor for both of us and don't get addicted."
She tossed him the pack. As Benkei fished one out like an amateur, he said,
"Thanks."
"It's a disease, you know-- this is your last one today." replied Ayame. With
her hair done half up and tumbling over her shoulder, Reigen's mother was a
handsome woman. Would it not be for her shrewd look and tired lines, Benkei
could even like her. She was his mentor.
"Sensei, speaking of which, there's good news." the plain young man said with a
smile.
"Really?" Ayame asked, smirking with a fond hand under her chin, "You found a
girlfriend?"
"Uh, no, not that..." Benkei corrected, "It's something else..."
"Mhm... Go on! Out with it, now."
"Well, I didn't tell you this yet, but... I started dosing down my medication
yesterday."
"You did?" Ayame said in surprise, a glow lighting up in her face, "How did you
handle class without it?"
"College is really hard without the uppers to make me focus..." Benkei admitted
with shame as he lit his cigarette, "And today, I feel groggy. Being off of
them causes me to feel lazy and stupid."
"But you aren't either, Benkei." reminded Ayame, "Those pills make you think
you need them, but you aren't any more dependent on drugs than I am. Trust me,
you'll be fine."
Benkei took a quick drag of his cigarette before letting it out and asking "But
what about relapsing? My laziness will just get worse the more I dose down.
Whenever I get to a certain point, I just cave. It feels like I can't get my
'self' back, even if I try."
Even right now with the cigarette to distract him, Benkei's central nervous
system ached for the rush. Addiction was painful.
Reigen's mother frowned.
"Sorry, that's just the way these things are. You learned your lesson about the
danger of amphetamines, and now you're seeking my help to become less dependent
on them." Ayame said simply, "The good thing is that you know you have a
problem. Some people are in denial, thinking that they are only themselves when
they're on the drug, or it's the only thing that can unlock the true you. But
that's nonsense. The real you is still there, we just need to help your brain
restore some faith in it."
"I know, Ayame-san. Thank you for helping me." Benkei said with a shy look,
"Since you've been tutoring me, you've known that I had an addiction, and you
didn't judge me or give up on me. For that, I'm thankful. But... my dream is to
become completely clean someday. It might take a long time for me to get there.
When I finish my studies, you won't have an obligation to be here for me
anymore..."
"So what's the problem? Aren't you a big boy?" asked Ayame casually, when
underneath the surface she had guilty hesitance.
Benkei sighed deeply and looked out the window.
"I'm just worried that without your help, I'll lose to the pills again. I'll
never feel free."
The little glow of Ayame's cigarette softened as she thought over his concerns,
exhaling a smooth, gray cloud.
"I understand what you mean, now. That's a tough one." Reigen's mother said,
"You're at the age where you naturally want freedom from your family's nest,
and of course, you must make mistakes. You're really like a little bird
learning how to fly. There are ups and downs to all of this. What matters the
most, is that you always envision a healthier you. You have your whole life
ahead of you, Benkei. So just picture yourself the way you want to be, and
it'll happen."
She smugly added, "Of course it will not just happen by magic. You have to
suffer for it."
"Ugh." Benkei said with a grimace. He did not like that look in her eye.
"I'll make you study hard so that you have a future to look forward to, once
you can see over this hill." said Ayame, narrowing her eyes at him.
She squashed her cigarette butt in the ashtray. "Smoking break's over. Now
let's review the problems we did last time, okay?"
Benkei's tense shoulders slumped as he regretfully put out his unfinished
cigarette, "Yes, Sensei."

Wishing her student farewell and good luck, Reigen's mother closed up her
apartment and fell down on her couch. She looked through the messages on her
phone. It seemed a lot of kids were coming to her for help with exams. She
would never tell anyone, but Benkei was her favorite. He was a good kid. A
little goofy, but bright. He'd potentially do very well.
As she stared at the ceiling with her hands on her stomach, she thought about
her son. Arataka was a little bit like Benkei. He had a good heart. Her son was
not without flaw, but he would learn to accept his own damaged heart. Ayame
always thought he would meet somebody like him and realize this.
Speaking of her son, how was he doing? Her little bird was awfully quiet for
the past few months. Did he, by any chance, find someone else since Akiko-chan?
Picking up the framed photograph of her little boy, a smile appeared on her
lips. When Arataka's father went away, Ayame tried to show her son that a
family of two was still worth something.
"I love you." she told the photograph.
She hoped she would be a good in-law. As long as Arataka was wise and
remembered their struggle, he would choose well.
One can only wish these things for their children.
***** Heart Issues *****
Chapter Summary
     The hospital calls Reigen with some very bad news.
Chapter Notes
     Thank you for being patient with this update! It was a crazy year and
     I admit I got distracted with other projects, but I intend to finish
     this fic and do my best. :)
Satisfying the client's emotional state was not an obligation in Marusa's line
of work. As a private investigator, the truths he dug up most often led to
distress in his clients.
However, now that Marusa had failed his duty, allowing Haru to disobey him, his
client was irate. When she received the confidential letter she wrote one back
saying "You'll never work in this city again." What Marusa didn't know was that
she was being nice in this instance. The boy Marusa didn't see actually was in
there, lurking just out of sight.
Mob thanked the stars. If Shishou hadn't charmed the shiba inu into letting him
remove the gadget, their secret would be out. Reigen was a grown up and Shigeo
was still just a teenager. How could love between a man and a boy be seen with
tolerance? Shigeo admitted he'd never trust any adult the way he trusted
Shishou. He was just a boy, but he knew it was real love.
Was it truly necessary for real love to hurt him, though? Lately Mob felt
overwhelmingly threatened by the intruding influences of the outside world. He
just wanted to be left in peace with Shishou. For now, though, the best he
could do to fix the problem was get it off his chest.
Reigen frequently was the better communicator, where he showed his strength,
but he listened to Mob, too. And right now, Mob was lying next to him with a
searching look and a piercing question:
"Does anyone besides Ritsu know about this?"
"That would be a little awkward." said Reigen as he turned his head, golden
hair tickling Mob's shoulder, "I don't talk to Serizawa about you and me."
The conversation was not over. Mob replied, "Serizawa is just one person, and
there are lots of people who know you."
Reigen hesitated to speak. "I don't know, Mobbu. My mom?" he offered, looking
over the edge of his mattress.
"Does she know?" asked Mob, staring up at his Shishou.
"Why would I tell her?" Reigen said, mouth open and surprised.
"I thought you were close with her, Shishou." Mob said, "Sorry. I didn't mean
to be pushy."
"If I told my mom..." Reigen grumbled as he rolled over to his side to face
Mob, "I'd be in serious trouble as an adult. I might be her son, but I'm no
longer her child. I never thought I'd wind up hiding a secret like this from
her, but it seems inevitable that I keep it that way."
"What about Akiko-san?" Shigeo asked, watching his Shishou's face change.
"Ugh." said Reigen with a frown. He spoke coldly. "If that was a private
investigator she hired, that woman can go to hell."
Mob touched the man's forehead lightly with the tips of his fingers. "I don't
want to be separated from you." he said.
Mob's touch trailed over Reigen's face, grazing his pinkish lips. "That
tickles." he complained, play-biting Shigeo's hand. The boy giggled like a
child.
"Stop that."
"No. Now I want to eat you cause all this stress made me hungry." Reigen
muttered, sitting up. He softly bit Shigeo's wrist and moved up to fake bite
each inch of his arm. Shigeo shivered and watched the man magically transform
an innocent action into something corrupted by need.
The scene was interrupted by the ringing of Reigen's cellphone. He paused,
ending the game, to pick up the call.
"Hello?"
His eyebrows were raised and then in an instant furrowed. His hand crawled over
the mattress and rested on Mob's knee.
"What's wrong?" Mob asked.
Reigen didn't say a thing other than "Which hospital did you say?"
Mob froze and stared into Reigen's focused eyes.
"Alright." Reigen said gutturally. Something was very wrong.
"I'll come." he finished and hung up. When flipping his phone shut, his head
bent and he whispered out a broken "Mobbu."
"What is it, Shishou?" Mob inquired, hanging off the man's shoulder.
Reigen breathed in deeply and let out the shaking words, "The hospital just
called. My mom was just rushed there by the ambulance."
"A-Ah" Mob stammered, holding his Shishou's face. He didn't know what else to
say. This was a moment he was unprepared for. "Shishou, Shishou..." He kissed
the man's nose and forehead, cheeks, and now the tearful eyelids. The man bent
over and tried to hide his tears.
"She has coronary disease in her heart..." he moaned, "I have to go to her
right now. Stay here."
"Don't you want me with you?" Mob's question was hesitant.
"Not today, Mobbu." Reigen answered, rolling out of bed quickly. He began the
process of dressing in a hurry.
Mob sat on the bed feeling useless. He peeped out "Will she get better?"
Reigen stopped buttoning his shirt and looked at his disciple. "The doctor
said..." he fell silent and continued doing up his buttons, "I have to see."
Mob watched as his Shishou prepared himself for the hospital visit. He would
wait at home for Shishou to return with news. But despite the hope he held out
for the situation, Mob knew that something real and concrete had really changed
in the life of the man he loved.
***** Left Behind *****
Chapter Notes
     Warning for sad content!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Among the jumble of ideations crashing about in Reigen's head one thought stood
out: he left Mob alone to worry. As he got into a taxi for swiftest travel, he
debated sending Mob a text asking him to join him. But Mob would not be ready.
Reigen reasoned quietly that the boy was not prepared to witness something like
this. The cab driver asked him if he'd like to get going, snapping Reigen out
of his aporia. The blond man slammed the passenger door shut and gave the
driver directions.
His phone dinged; Shigeo had messaged him. Reigen took a look at the message.
It said: "I love you"
Reigen itched for a hand to hold in this moment but the words held him still as
if Mob's arms were around his neck. The car was leaving Mob behind but Reigen's
thoughts weren't. All throughout the drive, Reigen prevented himself from
falling into the anxiety over his mother that she would die, by believing his
disciple was there with him, present for comfort yet unable to understand his
pain. Although Reigen believed Mob had grown up a lot lately, it just wasn't
appropriate to have him present. He continued to tell himself all these things
on the blur of a drive there.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sliding door opened up for Reigen to let him into a spacious and cold
waiting room. He approached the desk hastily and gave his ID to the
receptionist.
"Through this door to your left. There you'll find the emergency room."
Reigen gulped, inclement sweats coming over him. He passed the receptionist's
desk and made his way to his mother's sick bed. The skylights above, showing a
pale cloudy sky, burned brightly into Reigen's eyes. He parted the curtain
gently to meet eyes with a nurse. She said "Are you the son?"
"Yes." Reigen answered, looking at the white cot.
"The doctor will be here in just a minute." she assured him and left.
Reigen slowly took a seat by his mother, whose eyes were screwed tightly shut
in pain. "Mom?"
She answered in a grunt. Her face was so sweaty. Her son held her hand.
"Mom..." Reigen said again, somehow feeling like she could hear him, "I'm
here."
Ayame's eyes cracked open for a moment and her fingers squeezed the hand
holding them. She winked at her son despite the pain. At that moment the doctor
arrived and required Reigen to talk to him behind the curtain.
"She is conscious, at least... She winked at me." Reigen began.
"Yes, but she is in extreme pain. She has atherosclerosis." the thin, wiry
doctor said, "Her arteries have built up with plaque, making it harder for
oxygen-rich blood to feed into her heart. The plaque has ruptured and caused a
blood clot which has blocked blood flow completely at this point. Right now
we've given her medication to dissolve the clot."
"What about after that? Will her heart be okay?" Reigen questioned him.
The doctor was patient and sensitive, but aware that Reigen would not like the
news. "At this rate, sir, her heart is failing... Even if we try to give her
blood directly, both the right side and the left side have become weakened. She
may yet survive, but she will need special care."
Reigen allowed himself to take a deep breath. "Will she be an invalid? What's
the best case scenario?" he asked.
"In a best case scenario, your mother will be able to go home, but she will not
be able to live alone or without a heavy amount of medication and physical
care. Her coronary heart disease is incurable. Another heart attack is
inevitable if the plaque breaks out in another place as well."
"Does she know? Does she know she's in danger?" Reigen said.
"She knows." said the doctor.
"Ah..." Reigen put a hand over his face. He said "Excuse me," and ducked out of
the room to visit the restroom. Once there, he allowed himself to rest his head
against the sink and cry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The beeping of the heart rate monitor was dooming because it was slow.
Everything was slow, like a horse about to break down in the dirt. After coming
back to Ayame's bedside, Reigen sat down and tried, gently, to talk to her.
"Mom... It's me, your son. I'm right next to you." he said, stroking her chilly
hand, "The doctor said you're hanging in there... I'm really proud of you, Mom.
Can you... still hear me?"
The woman's eyelids and eyebrows twitched. Her anxious, pained expression was
very intent. However relieved Reigen was that Ayame was capable of listening,
he knew that these words might end up being their goodbyes.
"Mom..." Reigen continued, "I love you."
Once again, he felt a prickle of pain in his chest that made him want to sob.
It threatened his composure. For a moment he let his guard down and forced
himself to think about Mob at home. Yes, of course his mind went to be
supported by images of Mob. Reigen realized that the two distinct loves––that
which he gave to his mother and that which he had for Mob––lived in conflict
with each other. He never told his mom about the relationship.
In time, Reigen thought about dropping information to his mom that he had
gotten a significant other. He forwent that option. It might make her nosy.
Logic and reason told Reigen he couldn't let it get out that his lover was his
underage student.
But of course, what more did Reigen want than to come clean at this moment? The
premonition that he would lose his mom made him panic. What if she never knew
her son had found love?
How could Reigen see his mother's death as a confession opportunity? Would he
rather have a clean conscience than a living parent?
These questions reminded Reigen that he would never have a clean conscience
after every line he'd crossed as a Shishou. When Mob began having extrasensory
arousal symptoms, incompatible ideas that disturbed Reigen came to the
forefront of his consciousness. He touched Mob––that touch was an obsession. He
was obsessed with Mob's body as well as in love with him, although this fact
was kept separate from daily rational thoughts before now. Shigeo's voice in
his ear rallied him and Reigen longed to spring to his feet to be the boy's
hero, even though to someone like his mother, the action would carry monstrous
consequences.
Breathing deeply and unable to touch Ayame's hand, he said, "I'm not a good
grown up..."
The insect-like hum of machines around him were the only response to his
admitted failure.
"Can I tell you something I can't tell myself?" Reigen asked, struggling to
hold back tears, "I'm a failure as Mob's mentor. I've fallen in love with him,
as a bad man should. It's wrong of me. I'm selfish."
The woman groaned slightly and sighed his name in a motherly tone. "Arataka..."
Ayame's fingers brushed the side of the cot. Reigen finally had enough courage
to take her hand and sit with her like a good son.
"I'm here, Mom. I'm here..." he whispered just when breaking down into tears.
"I see you." Ayame whispered back, looking like a tired angel with her golden
hair fanned over the blinding white pillowcase. She was not breathing well.
"Sorry for causing this much trouble..."
"Mom, no..." Reigen said, wiping his eyes, "You're not causing any trouble.
Just get better."
"Did you say... you'd fallen in love with someone?" the weak older woman asked.
Reigen cleared his throat and wondered how much she had really heard. "Yes." he
said, "I'm in love. But half of me doesn't want to be."
"Is it because you think I won't approve?" Ayame asked, looking up at her grown
son, then looking down at herself––draped in sheets and wires––"It's too late
now. The doctor said my ejection fraction was ten percent."
Ayame heard the doctor's turn of phrase. She knew it meant she would die. Ayame
stroked her son's fingers soothingly, telling him soft words of reassurance.
Arataka's cheeks were streaming with tears. Before long the nurse returned to
offer pain killers. The arrival seemed to happen just in time, because Ayame
lost the strength to talk from that point on. Every once in a while, she winked
at Reigen with the doctor in the room, showing everyone that she was still in
high spirits.
Her attitude was mothering, but it was deceptive. At around six thirty, her
heart failed again while her son sat diligently beside her. None of the
hospital staff knew why, but she really did pass away with a smile on her face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Where was Shishou?
Mob raised his head from Reigen's pillow; the sound of the key turning in the
latch brought his attention to the hallway. His only clothes as he waited
before the door were socks and Reigen's loose T-shirt.
The door opened and in stepped the man himself, somehow seeming a little taller
than before with his posture. Mob took this to mean there was good news. He
smiled at his Shishou and went to hug him, but once his arms were wrapped
around the man, there was a sense that something was wrong again. In a flash,
Reigen reciprocated the embrace, squeezing Mob tight and breathing into the
crown of his head.
"Thanks for waiting." he said, then took a deep sigh, "Sorry I took so long,
Mobbu."
Shigeo waited, holding his breath.
"My mom is dead." said Reigen.
"Shishou..." Mob looked up at him, eyes widened. He got on his tiptoes and held
Reigen's face. The man had a paralyzed look. Mob put his forehead to Reigen's
nose and said "Shishou, I'm sorry..."
"It's not your fault." said Reigen, still holding his disciple, "It's my fault.
I wasn't... aware that she was so sick. I should have paid more attention."
"How did it happen?" Mob ventured to ask.
"She had the second heart attack," Reigen answered, "Just like the doctor
predicted. She even knew it herself."
He looked down at Mob and noticed the tears welling up in the boy's eyes.
"Just like that?" Mob blubbered. Now tears were truly running down his face.
"No..."
He sniffed and wiped his eyes with his wrist, but it was no use because he
couldn't stop crying afresh. He imagined what it would be like to lose his mom
out of the blue. The grief would be unbearable. He had to help his Shishou
through the process of mourning. He saw it now, how Reigen was finding it hard
to adjust. Reigen appeared to be mentally defending himself against the pain.
"It's okay, Mobbu..." said Reigen, rocking the boy in his arms, "I'll be busy
preparing my mom's funeral and dealing with her will. Can you... bear with me?"
"Of course." Shigeo sobbed, caressing Reigen's hair, marveling at how
wonderfully brave his Shishou was. It was clear; Reigen was dreading the
process, but Mob's presence made Reigen ready to embrace the true, bitter
reality of adulthood: living without one's parents.
He petted Mob's hair and said "Did you eat dinner?"
"Yes..." Mob replied quietly. He was willing away his tears. "Why don't you
have something too?"
"I can't eat anything at the moment." Reigen said "I really just want to go to
bed now."
"Okay." Mob led him by the hand to the darkened bedroom and sat beside his
Shishou at the foot of the bed. Reigen's hand found Mob's milky thigh and
rested it there.
"I can't believe she's gone." he said softly.
Mob leaned his head against Reigen's shoulder. "I'm sorry." he said, "I
couldn't imagine that this would happen out of nowhere..."
Reigen grunted in agreement. "I hope you don't know this feeling for a long,
long time." he answered. He leaned backwards until he was on his back and shut
his eyes. Mob watched the steady rise and fall of Reigen's chest until finally
he realized the man was fast asleep. He sighed and pulled the blanket up to
cover Reigen and then took off his shoes for him, setting them soundlessly on
the floor. Then he curled up next to his Shishou like a cat wanting to comfort
its owner, and remained on the doorstep of dreams all night, unable to truly
rest for the pressing thoughts reminding him that someday, Reigen would die,
too.
Chapter End Notes
     Twitter: @mobgamis
     Message if you'd like a commissioned fic!
***** "It's Okay to Cry" *****
This nighttime scene was surreal. Moonlight cast a pale glow over Reigen as he
walked by the riverside. For some reason, he thought he needed the extra time
to be by himself right now. The call of the water made him silent and pensive.
He looked up to the sky and wondered if his mom was up there. He searched for
her in the stars, but Ayame hid from him.
When Reigen woke up the next morning, he felt like a zombie. A weight was
pressing down on his chest like some sort of evil spirit was possessing him. It
took Reigen a moment to figure out why he felt that way––like his red blood
cells had turned grey––his mother was dead. Obviously, the sheer gravity of his
loss had not imposed itself on him fully. He would need to take time to realize
that this was real. It was sudden, this tearing away of a loved one. Sudden...
and alien.
He was staring at the ceiling, noticing the gradient strips of shadow bouncing
off the blinds. Every part of his body ached and it was like waking up the day
after a big fight. His sticky eyelids and stiff joints were dreadful reminders
of sitting in the hospital for hours, talking to the doctor and then to the
coroner. His mother was in the morgue. Tired and weary, Reigen was stuck on two
thoughts: How painful it must have been to die like that. His poor mom. The
other thought was that he was now alone.
It wasn't the same kind of loneliness as being friendless or lacking romance.
This type of loss hurt beyond the theatrical stage of social life.
Mob stirred next to him. He grazed the man's buttoned chest with his fingertips
and groaned lightly. "Shishou..."
Reigen put a hand on Mob's back. "Morning..." he answered.
His disciple held his face up to study his weary features.
"It's going to be okay." he whispered, pressing his forehead against Reigen's.
"Yes." responded his boyfriend. He stretched out his legs under the shifting
blanket and sighed.
"It feels like I got punched." he said. He wiped his new tears away, loathe to
have Mob see them.
Mob saw anyway, and caressed his Shishou's cheek with his thumb as he said,
"It's okay to cry."
"What?" Reigen replied, trying to stall his disciple from watching the outpour
of emotion.
"Even when you want to feel like you're made of stone, you're not. Please,
don't hold back for my sake. You can cry." said Mob gently, looking at him with
sympathy.
The hitch in Reigen's breath announced it. He started breaking down. Holding
Shigeo close, he sobbed his heart out on the boy's shoulder.
"Why did it have to happen so soon?" he said, sniffling, "She was just here,
right in front of me, talking to me. How can she be gone?"
"Shh..." Mob cooed, staring down at his Shishou's armpit, "It's okay. You did
what you could."
"I didn't." Reigen protested, "I just watched as she passed away. I believed
she would get better."
Shigeo sighed deeply. "I'm so sorry, Shishou."
"She had a smile on her face." Reigen went on, "This... gentle smile. I won't
look at it ever again."
"Shishou..." Mob murmured worriedly, "It'll be okay. Eventually you'll remember
her and smile too."
Reigen's sob breaking over his shoulder was a sign he'd elicited more grief.
Well, this was probably a good thing. His Shishou needed to recover, and first
that involved letting his feelings out.
"Good God." groaned Reigen with embarrassment, "I bet I make a pathetic sight
right now."
"No, Shishou. You seem human." Shigeo admonished, "You need to let yourself
grieve."
"I know." Reigen admitted, covering his eyes. "It's just... so strange. I'm not
used to this."
Shigeo said, "I love you and I'm not leaving you. Not like this. Not ever.
Please, Shishou, trust me. I'm by your side always."
Reigen, stunned, did not know what else to say than "Thank you."
"Of course." answered Mob, stroking Reigen's face, "You're a good man. I'm
happy to be with you."
"For that, I am grateful." Reigen said as he hugged Mob.
This new life without his mom would take a lot of getting used to. The days to
come were tinged with regret. Reigen walked like the living dead. He should
have been a better son, been in better touch. Ayame wished so much for him to
find love. Reigen finally had good news, but Ayame would never, ever get to
meet Mobbu.
Mob went to the funeral, though. His Shishou needed him now more than ever.
They had gone out to eat dinner at their favorite ramen shop after the funeral
was over. Reigen noted that it was the same one they'd gone to the night Mob
proposed as their food came prepared hot and steaming. Everything still felt
like a dream. He slurped his noodles without the gusto he usually dined with.
Shigeo noticed that Reigen was ever-quiet. It had been this way since Ayame's
death. Normally Reigen was the one to be talkative, always beginning
conversations. Now Mob tried to make up where his Shishou lacked.
"Shishou, do you want to watch a movie when we get home?"
"Sure." Reigen said, looking his disciple up and down from the side, "You in
the mood for anything in particular?"
"Whatever you want, Shishou. If you can't pick, I'll pick." said Mob.
"Well, I'm all dry. What do you suggest?" asked Reigen.
"Ah, well... For school I have to watch an English movie by a director named
Alfred Hitchcock."
"Oh?" Reigen looked astonished, "Those are some very good movies. He's famous.
What are you watching?"
"The movie is called Vertigo. It's a thriller mystery." replied Mob.
"Oh, yes. Sounds interesting." approved Reigen. He reached over and ruffled
Mob's hair. "Thanks."
Mob's smile lit up the whole world for Reigen in that moment. When they
returned to Reigen's apartment, full of ramen satisfaction, they both changed
into lazy bedclothes. Changing in the same room reminded Mob of how much he
missed Shishou's body. He touched Reigen on the stomach tentatively and
blushed. Shishou was looking at him with reserved want.
The man stepped closer and lifted the boy's chin.
"Hello." said Reigen playfully.
Mob tugged his Shishou's arm towards the bed and said, "Come."
They sat on the bed and Reigen pulled up the movie on his laptop. Shigeo leaned
on him contentedly, like a sleepy cat. Vertigo was suspenseful and quite
passionate. At every kiss scene Reigen and Mob kissed each other long enough to
miss good chunks of the scenes and had to rewind in certain parts for the movie
to make sense. Reigen was forgetting his loss with each moment. He groaned
happily when Shigeo felt the hardened bulge of his boxers. He hadn't had sex in
three days––a world record since dating his psychic boyfriend.
"Shishou." Mob breathed huskily, kneeling between the man's legs.
"Please..." Reigen said. His body glistened with sweat. Shigeo kissed the broad
chest and licked the salty perspiration. He was needy.
Mob lowered his head and started to kiss the man's bulge. Reigen groaned and
pulled down his boxers to show Mob his heavy erection.
"Ah, Mobbu..." Reigen sighed as his disciple kissed the tall shaft from base to
tip.
The boy's tongue swirled around the glans, tickling it. It made Reigen very
aroused. It took all his willpower to simply let Mob do what he wished without
pushing his head down so that he'd gore himself.
Mob started taking it in slowly, soft lips widening. Reigen's penis was a
difficult burden in his mouth, but by this point Mob was experienced. The
inches traveled past the back of his tongue and he allowed the cock to fill his
throat before pulling back almost all the way. He licked up the shaft with each
eager bob of his head. Slobber dripped down his chin and fell on Reigen's
balls, which Mob had started stroking dexterously, mesmerized by their smooth
texture.
Reigen panted, animalistic noises rising from his throat. He wanted to come in
Mob's mouth so bad. Mob looked so cute sucking his dick. Not just that, but Mob
was making excited muffled noises like he really was enjoying the taste. Reigen
craned his head and groaned, "Damn. Good, Mobbu..."
Mob let the cock fall out of his mouth and held the base so that he could do
exciting tricks with his tongue. The small, hardened, wet tongue running up and
down Reigen's slit drove the man absolutely crazy. Mob's lips massaged the
underside as he traveled up to the glans again. "Nn." he moaned softly, panting
hard all over the weeping glans. Sucking the tip and lapping up the precum with
the tip of his tongue caused Reigen to make the most feral growl, "Fuck!"
He was trying to last as long as possible, but Mob was just too good. The boy's
saliva trailed between his thighs. This was so intense, he thought. Never had a
blowjob felt this good before.
Now Shigeo went quickly, going back and forth vigorously as if Reigen was
dragging him by his hair. His sucking noises squeaked in ways that pleased
Reigen's ears. Shigeo's body was covered in sweat from the effort; he put his
all into this. It was completely for Shishou.
"You're doing such a good job, you know..." Reigen hissed between his teeth.
Mob enjoyed the praise but he hoped he could earn it. He couldn't help himself
from becoming even more hard. His back bent and his ass was raised in the air
for Reigen to see the beautiful arching shape.
"Mobbu." Reigen's low moan increased Mob's desperation. He sucked frantically
on the head and used his hand to stroke Reigen faster than he could have with
his mouth. At some point he stopped noticing his surroundings; his only focus
was on Shishou. He would make him forget his sorrows no matter what.
"Ah." Reigen said with a jolt before grimacing with focus, "Mobbu..."
His fingers dug deeply into the pillow underneath him when it happened. This
right here was surely the best orgasm he'd ever gotten from fellatio. The dry,
ragged gasp and shudder as he came hard into Shigeo's greedy mouth was
unavoidable.
The splash of salt on Shigeo's tongue assured him he'd pleased his lover. There
was simply too much of it to swallow all at once, however, and partly it gushed
over Mob's mouth and ran down his lithe abdomen.
Reigen tried to recover as quickly as he could, for there was a lovely
distraction waiting for him, covered in his semen.
Panting and dazed, he said breathlessly, "Don't move."
Despite his bearings, he leaned over and grabbed the box of tissues by his
bedside.
"Come here." he rasped, coaxing Mob forward.
Mob watched as Reigen dizzily wiped off all the white, runny liquid. At last,
it was all off and Reigen put his finger on the slit of Mob's heightened penis.
"Come for me." he said as he looped an arm around Mob's back and let him fall
backwards so that Reigen could place his mouth directly over the boy's cock.
The man played a little at first, doing the same tongue tricks that Mob had
used on his slit, yet sucking more intensely because he could fit Mob well in
his mouth.
Mob moaned, holding the mattress, "Shishou!"
His slit was licked over and over again by the skilled tongue. He felt like
Reigen would take everything his body had to offer. The feeling of being
ravaged overwhelmed him––his hips started writhing. Reigen responded by
controlling Mob's hips with his hands. Mob could barely look at the ceiling;
every sensory input was swarming to his cock. He cried from bliss. His Shishou
really did value him.
He couldn't hold on for much longer. Shishou was exploiting the fact that Mob's
penis was not quite as developed as his, impurely stroking it with his tongue
while sucking so hard Mob was sure most of the heat in his body had gone south.
His swollen cock was alive in every overstimulated nerve, causing Mob to almost
faint. His vision was black. There was only Shishou's tongue existing in his
world.
"Ah! Ah~!" his moan became a sob and he threw his head back. His spine arched
and his skyward toes pointed inward. He was coming so soon!
"Oh!" he moaned like he was surprised that the orgasm was so strong.
His cum splashed into Reigen's mouth to be drunk with zeal. He pulled away as
Mob was panting, flushed and dazed below him.
"Hah... hah..." the boy gasped.
Reigen wiped his mouth with his wrist and said, "That's what I call teamwork."
He cuddled his breathless lover on the bed and praised him.
"You impress me more and more." Reigen said, "Thanks to all our practice,
Mobbu."
Mob's gentle, warm smile lifted Reigen's heart. His arms were around the boy
and their legs were tangled up. He whispered in Mob's ear, "I have some images
in my head of you wearing that cheerleader uniform... Do you have it yet?"
"No, not yet." Mob admitted, then gasped and looked for his cellphone, "Wait, I
think I was supposed to schedule a practice with Coach Haire!"
"Glad I reminded you, then." said Reigen with a smirk.
He pulled Mob's head towards him and kissed it. "You'll make a terrific
cheerleader."
"Shishou." Mob moaned, exasperated.
"Sorry." Reigen said while looking at Mob sheepishly, "I just want to be
supportive. You're all I have now."
Mob sighed and without hesitation kissed his Shishou.
Oh dear, he would need to wear that uniform, wouldn't he? As he thought this,
he blushed. There was no way around it. Coach Haire would make him wear it. He
tentatively texted his coach to ask her when he would receive his uniform. He
wanted Shishou to be proud. All he worked for right now was boosting Reigen up.
Perhaps he was a good candidate for cheerleading in this respect.
***** Ritsu's Dilemma *****
Chapter Summary
     Ritsu considers a side of Shou that he hasn't seen before. Meanwhile,
     Mob handles the embarrassing task of assisting the cheer squad.
Chapter Notes
     Ritshou is love, Ritshou is life.
     Just a little content warning, this chapter contains hints that Shou
     was abused by his dad. He's got some big issues to get over, but
     thanks to Ritsu, he's not alone.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The boys' locker room usually did not witness students crossdressing for a
sport. Coach Haire and the rest of the team were getting dressed in the girls'
locker room. Mob was amazed at how little his uniform left to the imagination.
His thighs were bare and his arms awkwardly stuck out of a crop top. The skirt,
neatly pleated and colored, was quite short. Mob looked at himself in the
mirror and tried pulling the skirt down. No use. The uniform was obviously made
to show off the best of his assets. His soft chest and hips conformed
faithfully to the spandex covering them. Shishou really would be impressed. Mob
tried to look at the upside.
In his hurry to save time he forgot to tie his shoelaces. On the way out he
tripped in front of a group of passing soccer players. As Mob stumbled and hit
the floor, the back of his thighs were exposed. He jumped up and made sure his
skirt was covering everything, only to notice that he was being stared at by
the curious soccer team.
"Hey, your shoelaces are untied. Can I get that for you?" asked one of the
members.
"Ah." Mob squeaked, standing stock still, "S-Sure."
He watched as the young man kneeled in front of him, face level with the hem of
his skirt, to tie up his shoes. Mob started sweating profusely, nervous that
the other guy would lift his head and see underneath that he was not a girl. He
felt very self-conscious. As soon as the task was performed the soccer player
stepped back and said "Later."
Mob let out a huge sigh of relief, left alone now to find his teammates.
They were all waiting outside and had gathered around the center of the
football field. Coach Haire waved Mob over. He shyly approached the team.
"Alright. Everyone's here now." said the Coach with approval, "Time to rehearse
our halftime performance. Girls, get in positions!"
Shigeo let out another great sigh and followed Coach Haire to the edge of the
field.
"Coach, how much of this is fake?" he asked, "I was supposed to make my
teammates float, not be one of them."
"Of course you will." said Coach Haire, "I told the girls to get in position.
Are you a girl?"
"Eh?" Mob flushed as he realized Coach Haire's implication.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That came out all weird." apologized the Coach, "Watch the
performance and pay attention to the jumps. There you'll be helping us in case
someone falls."
"Alright." Mob said with a nod. He stood on the sidelines and watched the moves
of the girls in short skirts. He admitted he would be embarrassed to do
something so flashy. It was good news for him that there was no need for
another member.
"Ah!" Coach Haire gasped as one of the base cheerleaders started to crumble
under the top cheerleader she was holding, "Kageyama, now!"
Mob raised a finger and stopped the girl from succumbing to gravity. She
laughed nervously and held up the top cheerleader with strength that was not
hers.
"Good!" Coach Haire said, "Start again, now. Ease them down, Kageyama."
Mob apologetically lowered the two top cheerleaders from the bases' shoulders,
aware that using his psychic powers on people was not proper. He was doing it
so that he could pass middle school. He was doing it so that he could marry
Reigen one day. Keeping this in mind, the rest of practice was awkward but
smooth.
~~~~~~~~~
Shou didn't like to shower at home. Being in the shower explicitly connoted
vulnerability, and here it was much safer to be nude. Ironic, wasn't it, that
he should feel so vulnerable around his own house? Pops was in jail, but Shou
still felt the walls watching him, like there were eyes between the tiles. The
house reminded him of being weak and helpless. Shou's thoughts were turning to
a dark place. He needed to stop thinking about it.
Anyway, he had something else to do. He wondered what Ritsu was doing at this
time of day; probably studying or something responsible like that.
Ritsu was really cool. He was a bit taller, and quiet. One could say reserved.
Like a stone gargoyle guarding a cathedral. Shou wanted to see that stone turn
into flesh. He believed he might be able to do that for the both of them.
He probably liked Ritsu more than just platonically. Well, platonic feelings
were supposed to be ideal. Maybe he had these impurities in his mind because he
was fucked up. Oh well.
At least he felt secure in the fact that Ritsu, deep down, was just as fucked
up as he was. It showed in the way Ritsu was purposefully very calm, to unnerve
and disarm others. He was trying to mimic his uncanny big brother, Shou
surmised, but in Ritsu the stoic attitude was devastatingly attractive.
He ruffled the towel into his hair after turning off the hot water, and exited
the shower totally nude, continuing to rub the moisture out of his fiery locks.
He paused in front of the locker room mirror, focusing on that intense red. His
dad always said that it was a feisty color. Shou pinched one end, and wound the
red threads around his fingers, just tugging a little bit, the way his pops
would do. He'd said it was an expression of love. But the only time getting his
hair pulled didn't hurt was when he did it to himself and pretended Ritsu was
doing it. He pretended to like it when he thought of that. Only someone like
Ritsu would...
Huh? There was somebody behind him, carrying an energy dark and tentative.
Shou's blood ran cold, but his skin flared up with heat. The quick rash that
spread over his body was a fear response, but for Shou's red headed father,
Touchirou, it was a lovely division to note, the change from pale peach to
rose.
"P-Pops?" Shou said, a little lightheaded from the shock. He felt stupid
standing in the mirror, wearing nothing but the towel. His father showing
himself right at this time was a surprise. He wasn't supposed to be here. And
why... why did he have to come to the safe space he'd found?
"Shou, I'm glad that you're well." his father said as he approached him.
The man was close, about to lay a hand on Shou's bare shoulder. Shou,
conversely, was close to an explosion.
"You're still in jail!" Shou suddenly hollered. His voice bounced around the
room. The walls repeated the last word several times until the noise washed
out.
"That's right, son." answered Pops, "I'm still in jail. But I'll come back to
see you someday. As your father, I still have much to teach you."
Feeling disgusting, and with his breath coming quickly, Shou grabbed his
underwear and tried not to think about his father.
"I don't want to learn another thing from you." he muttered as he became
dressed, firmly knotting his shoelaces. "I'm going out."
His image of his father haunted him. This life he'd been given, to have to be
that man's son... That was injustice. To love someone who hurt you that
badly... Shou could no longer think about the fact that he was still somebody's
son, a son who shouldn't feel dumb for wanting his family whole again, but
nonetheless...
There were people who had clear heads and well-governed hearts, but he was not
one of them. He doubted that Ritsu was like that, but the difference between
Ritsu and the rest of Shou's world was vast.
Ritsu was... untouched. Unmarred, you could say. Sometimes his attraction
towards Ritsu felt like the glow of a lamp attracting a moth. He could pelt
Ritsu with attention and still feel like he'd never break the surface of light
around him. To Shou, that looked like strength. He'd like to touch it someday.
Ritsu's almost demonic intensity lured him in because it was familiar, yet
safe. Ritsu hadn't beaten him in a fight yet. He had to make sure Ritsu thought
of him as a friend, otherwise the illusion Shou gave himself would shatter.
That didn't need to happen right now. He left the empty locker room in silence.
Out of sight, a fickle curiosity took hold. Ritsu was sitting behind the
adjoining row of lockers, unsure of whether or not to make Shou aware that the
whole one-sided dialogue had been heard. A bit of sweat ran from his face.
Something was wrong, and Ritsu knew Shou clearly needed help, but he was
reluctant about talking to him. Last time they spoke, Shou tried to be more
forward than Ritsu liked. A more soft, squishy Shou had been revealed to him
out of nowhere. Ritsu... liked soft things.
Confidence and bluster turned him off instantly, but if the confidence hid
coveted privacy, his interest returned. Shou must have been bluffing this whole
time about his security. The notion of a vulnerable Shou, that Ritsu couldn't
decide whether or not it was right to play with, stayed on his mind as he
ascended the steps to the first floor.
He found Shou about to leave. The redhead was sitting on a cushioned bench,
head in a daze. Since there was no mirror opposite him to see Ritsu coming up
to him, Shou was unaware of the boy's presence until he spoke up.
"Hey." he nonchalantly said, gaze flickering up to lock eyes with Shou, "Got a
moment?"
"Yeah..." Shou said. He looked shocked that Ritsu could be casual with him.
Ritsu thought, on the other hand, that it was unfair for him to have the upper
hand on Shou, but he was sick of being the smaller fish.
"I need someone to talk to about psychic powers. Are you interested?" he said,
cocking his head. He felt a little more at ease with Shou than he used to, and
expressed a small, amused smile at the other's flummoxed reaction.
Shou could tell he was being closely observed. He became incapable of
responding right away. Something definitely changed between the two of them.
Shou's coppery hair falling around his face, framing it gently, looked more
appealing to Ritsu than his usual spikes. Now that he looked at him more, there
had always been something downy and precious about Shou's personality. Although
the boy's muscles were thick and tight, Ritsu could feel that they were trained
to be tense, obscuring what needed to be protected all along.
Shou replied to him skeptically but positively, "I mean, I guess I could."
"Good." Ritsu answered, all about his business, "Want to meet me here again
tomorrow and come home with me afterwards?"
"Uh, sure...?" Shou said, standing to follow Ritsu out of the gym lobby, "Well,
bye then."
He waved in his typical jovial way, but something was amiss. Ritsu frowned as
they parted ways. Did he say something wrong?
~~~~~~~~~
What could Ritsu do to allay his concern over Shou? It was the first time he'd
felt this way about anyone but his brother. He mused alone, crossing his legs
in his chair.
His brother gently knocked on the door.
"Ritsu?" he called.
"Nii-san." Ritsu responded, "Come in, come in."
Mob opened the door.
"Sorry to ask intrusive questions, but why are you staying in your room so
much? I don't think I've seen you yet today."
"Oh." Ritsu blushed and scratched his neck idly, "I just left for school way
earlier."
"Ah." Mob replied, glowing, "Then nothing's wrong."
"Actually," Ritsu said hesitantly, "I have some stuff on my mind. Sorry Nii-
san... Would you mind giving me some advice?"
Mob's smiling face went slightly pink from feeling flattered. His brother
needed some guidance and chose to speak to him. He was glad.
"Of course." he said, stepping inside, "I'll sit down with you. Is that okay?"
"Yeah." Ritsu confirmed, nodding.
"Alright." said Mob as he sat on the edge of Ritsu's bed, "What is it that's
bothering you?"
"Uh... I have this friend, and I might have unintentionally said something
wrong to him, but I don't know what. I don't know if it has anything to do with
me, anyhow."
"Who is he?" asked Shigeo, an interested flicker in his eyes.
"Suzuki Shou." said Ritsu guardedly, crossing his arms, "He's been pretty
forward with the friendship thing up until now. I thought that it might help if
I followed him down that road. But after asking him if we could hang out, he...
seemed kind of strange."
"Ah! That's right, I noticed Shou seems to like you." Mob noticed approvingly,
"He probably just feels shy because you showed interest."
"Uh, what?" Ritsu asked, flustered.
"Oh." Mob blushed, "Did I get it all wrong? I thought he was interested in
dating you. I was wondering if you understood what he meant all this time."
"Dating...?" Ritsu repeated, sweating underneath his clothes, "Nii-san, since
when did you start noticing things like that?"
"Ah, it probably came from experiencing a relationship on my own." Mob
explained shyly, lacing his fingers, "I know what people look like when they
like someone. Their pupils get big, and they breathe differently. It's like
they're nervous, but happy."
Ritsu said, "Is that so?"
"Yes. I'm not entirely certain about Shou, but it would be my best guess." said
Mob confidently.
"What should I do?" Ritsu said, bemused by his brother's wisdom.
"You like him too, don't you?" Mob answered, "He might be troubled by something
recently that has nothing to do with you. After all, hasn't he always had a lot
of respect for you? Why would that change in a day?"
"I don't know." Ritsu admitted, "I feel kind of dumb right now. He just seemed
different today. I don't know what to do with him."
"Then apologize, and be sincere." said Shigeo, "Showing sincerity might be the
thing that is missing from your relationship with Shou."
"Eh?" Ritsu gawked before checking himself, "I mean, this hasn't... really gone
that far yet."
"You never know. Maybe it will. When you care deeply about someone, you'll
always be there for them." said Mob with a fond smile. His brother was quite
cute.
Ritsu remained silent, pondering Nii-san's belief in the best outcome. Nii-san
was the biggest optimist. Perhaps that would be his downfall, but maybe...
Maybe it was the key to his serenity.
Chapter End Notes
     Twitter: @mobgamis
***** Food for Thought *****
Chapter Summary
     Ritsu apologizes to Shou for crossing a perceived boundary and Reigen
     tells Mob he'll commit his life to him. Naturally, this changes
     things.
Chapter Notes
     It's such an honor to be able to share the reimob love with you all!
     Thank you everyone for loving Reimob just as much as I do. :^)
     Forewarning: In one particular scene Shou talks about his dad
     sexually abusing him so sorry if that makes you uncomfy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Ritsu would not turn his back on Shou.
Nonetheless, he was afraid. Afraid of what, exactly? Rejection? He never seemed
to care before. It never mattered before. Never, until now.
Another boring day of school. The hours ticked by in class. All Ritsu wanted to
do was fast forward time so he wouldn't be so anxious. If he could just get
this over already, he wouldn't be such a sweaty mess.
He thought about Shou's unappreciated beauty, how it struck him only now that
Shou was attractive. He'd always known, of course, that Shou took good care of
his body, and it was apparent from his musculature. However, Ritsu now began to
dream about that symmetrical, freckled face, those sharp blue eyes, those white
teeth. He wondered if he would start acting differently around the guy, now
that he'd become aware of these new feelings.
This time, he would not look stupid. Ritsu resolved to make Shou happy, as
sappy as it sounded.
The gym was now a block away. He noticed a red head disappearing beyond the
doors. Ritsu hurried up to meet him.
"I'm here." he said to Shou's turned back.
The boy looked around, confused by where the voice had come from.
"Right here." said Ritsu.
"A-ha." Shou remarked, "Boy... You look a little feverish."
He placed a hand on Ritsu's forehead in a careful way.
"I-I'm fine." Ritsu stammered as the hand on his bag clenched. He was such a
virgin.
"Oh, so did you run here?" Shou asked, raising those slant red eyebrows.
"Uh, yeah." Ritsu confessed, starting to walk towards the locker room. But he
stopped, ultimately realizing that if they both went in there, they'd both be
naked, and it was too soon for Ritsu.
"Um, on second thought..." Ritsu said, gulping, "Why don't we skip working out
and just head to my place?"
"Seriously?" Shou now appeared confused, "What's the matter with you?"
Ritsu looked at him and then looked away dismissively. "Nothing." he said.
"Okay..." Shou said skeptically, "Are we gonna go to your house, then?"
"Yeah, sure." Ritsu acknowledged, and started for the door, "Follow me."
"How far away is your house?" Shou said curiously.
"Not too far. We can walk there." Ritsu replied.
Despite the social rudeness, something about walking with Suzuki Shou lit up a
content little flame inside Ritsu. Were his pupils wide? Was he giving himself
away? Perhaps Shou could not notice because Ritsu had such dark eyes anyway. He
hoped that was the case.
He glanced at Shou out of interest. Were Shou's blue eyes betraying him?
Indeed, Shou had dilated pupils. They were, in fact, so big that the blue
irises around them were mere rings. Ritsu was taken by that look.
"You're staring at me." Shou commented amicably.
"Oh." Ritsu murmured, "Sorry."
That reminded him of the apology he initially wanted to give. Ritsu gathered
his breath and let it out. Rip it off like a bandaid.
"Listen." Ritsu said, peering at the ground, "I'm sorry if I... made you
uncomfortable yesterday."
"Oh?" Shou responded, noticing Ritsu's chattery talk.
"Yeah, I'm... kind of an idiot." said Ritsu.
"Huh? But you're really popular." remarked Shou, putting his hands in his jean
pockets.
"About that." Ritsu said gloomily, "If there's one thing you should know about
me, it's that I see popularity as a mixed blessing. On one hand, I have this
positive reputation, but it's bad because any deviation from that image will
shatter people's expectations. I can't just do that when I'm on the student
council. There's too much for me to lose."
"I see. That's deep." said Shou, "Y'know, you always surprise me, Ritsu."
"Yeah..." Ritsu trailed off with his head in the clouds, "Wait, huh?"
"Gets better and better knowing you." Shou told him with a smirk.
Ritsu's ears turned red. "Guess there was no better way than apologizing." he
muttered.
"No, not that." Shou answered, "You don't owe me an apology just for reaching
out. I realize that's kind of hard for you."
"Then why did you act differently yesterday?" Ritsu asked, feeling a weight
lift off his shoulders while another took its place. Shou trusted him.
"I guess I was just hungry." Shou said nonchalantly, brushing the question off.
"Oh..." Ritsu paused, "I see."
"Don't sweat it." said Shou, "No pun intended. You are pretty sweaty."
"Geez." Ritsu grumbled as he realized that he was perspiring. He truly was
nervous.
Shou laughed–a healthy, hearty sound.
"Ah, we're here." Ritsu said. He saw his brother opening the front gate to go
inside.
"Nii-san's home early. Normally he's out at Reigen's house at this time." Ritsu
noted with amazement.
Shou called out rather loudly to Shigeo. The boy turned around in shock at the
voice. "Hi." he said, recovering.
"Nice to see you again, huh?" Shou's words were demonstrative and sincere.
Ritsu felt eased knowing he had become respectful of his family.
"What brings you here?" asked Mob with a smile.
"Just coming over for a bit." Shou answered, gesturing to Ritsu, "Brother-kun
invited me."
Mob's sly smile incapacitated Ritsu. He said hurriedly, "So, let's get inside,
why don't we?"
As they all entered, Ritsu grabbed Shou's attention. "Want to see my room?"
"Definitely." said Shou.
"Have fun." Mob said to both of them.
Ritsu was a little embarrassed. He nervously let Shou inside his room and
switched on the lamp. The curtains were drawn, shutting out the natural light.
"So gloomy." Shou said astutely.
Ritsu sighed and pulled out a foldable chair from his closet. "Here." he said
as he set it up.
"Actually, can I sit on the floor?" Shou asked, grinning sheepishly.
"Sure, why not?" Ritsu said as he sat in his own chair. But he felt awkward
being so high above Shou that he slid onto the rug himself. Face to face, he
laced his fingers together and realized he actually had no clue what to say.
Where was his charisma?
"So..." Shou began, aware of Ritsu's hesitation, "You wanted to talk about
psychic powers?"
"Right." replied Ritsu, "I recall that you're strong enough to go against the
leader of Claw."
"My pops..." Shou murmured, pulling his knee towards his chest, "You remember?"
"It was... pretty courageous." RItsu admitted, "Uh, forgive me. This might be
rude, but... how are you with your dad?"
Shou leaned back and took a deep breath. "It's complicated." he said, staring
past Ritsu, "My pops and I have not spoken much since he was detained. I guess
it's only natural. He did treat me pretty badly back then."
"Really..." Ritsu mused.
"Yeah. My pops was a huge bastard." Shou said, looking at the rug now, "He
punished me a lot. I remember stuff from my childhood I wish I could forget."
"Sorry." Ritsu said, "I didn't know the situation was even worse. No wonder you
don't talk to him."
"You understand?" Shou spoke with slight disbelief.
"I don't have the same experiences, but I can sympathize." Ritsu said quietly.
"Oh..." Shou said softly, "A lot of people have responded differently. They say
I should be grateful to my pops for the cushy life he gave me. But it wasn't
all cotton candy and rainbows. Not everyone knows about it."
"What exactly did he do to you?" Ritsu asked.
Shou took time to answer, staring at Ritsu's knees. "He... He used my body for
recreation."
"You mean he beat you?" Ritsu asked, alarmed.
"Hmm..." Shou said, "I could go with that. To be honest, I would not mind if he
beat me, because then I would have an easy excuse to fight back. But he didn't
really beat me at all. He was... into fucking me."
Shou shook his head. "Why am I so ready to talk about this with you?"
Meanwhile, Ritsu's jaw had dropped. This friend of his had been a survivor all
this time?
"No wonder you don't like your dad." he breathed, staring into Shou's eyes.
"You... aren't creeped out knowing this stuff?" Shou's question was cautious.
"I'm creeped out by your pops, but not you." Ritsu said with severity, thinking
of Touchirou locked up, "You didn't do anything. It's his fault."
Shou sighed. "He probably doesn't even regret it either. Even though he's in
jail, he believes he's infallible. My pops always said that he never made a
mistake once. I always thought that was a cruel thing to say, after what he did
to me."
"I'm... so sorry." said Ritsu, "I feel for you."
"Thanks." Shou said, genuinely pleased, "I'm not really sure why I feel so
comfortable around you right now. Normally you put me on edge."
"A bad edge?" Ritsu asked.
"No, a good edge." said Shou, inclining his head mischievously.
~~~~~~~
The click of the camera shutter on Mob's phone went off. He sent the photo to
Reigen in front of the bathroom mirror. Maybe he was at the office right now.
Well, now there was a pleasant little surprise. He wore the cheer uniform for
the photo. About to undress so he could be comfortable again, he noticed his
phone vibrate very suddenly. He checked Reigen's message.
Don't you move. I'm coming over.
"Eh?" Mob squeaked, becoming warm and pink.
He wondered what he should text back. On one hand, kinky sex with Shishou
already made him willing. On the other hand, this was his house! He couldn't
let Reigen screw him while his parents were around.
Wait a second, no. His parents had gone out for the evening. Mob sweated and
started quickly texting Reigen.
Waiting for you. Don't forget to bring the lube.
He sighed, wiping his forehead. Alright, now to prepare for this spontaneous
visit. Mob opened the bathroom door without thinking so he could clean his
room, forgetting that he still had the cheer uniform on. He came face to face
with Shou, who stood in the doorway, extremely confused.
"Ah! Um..." Mob sputtered. He rushed past Shou to avoid explaining himself.
Shou scratched the back of his neck and shut the door. He really needed to take
a piss.
Ritsu lifted his head when Shou came back into his room.
"Your big bro has some surprising hobbies." the redhead said casually, "I never
took him for a cross dresser. Well, whatever blows your leaves, I guess!"
"Right..." Ritsu replied dryly.
Next door, Mob was folding his clothes and putting them away in a hurry. He hid
his laundry basket in the closet, as well as his trash bin. Why was he so
nervous? He realized he would need that trash bin for the discarded tissues
that would inevitably be used and thrown away. With a rapid glance, he opened
the closet back up and dispensed with the full bag by telekinetically floating
it out the window to the trash can by the roadside. A man walking his dog
spotted the strange phenomenon and shook his head, muttering "Need to get more
sleep."
Mob let out a sigh of relief and checked his phone once more. "Oh!" he said,
alarmed.
There was Shishou, rounding the corner towards his house. His blond head stuck
out from the hedges. Mob paused at the window and watched his boyfriend go by,
hidden and blushing because of how strident Reigen seemed, like he was the
first man to fly to the moon. He supposed he ought to feel cherished.
Mob put on a bathrobe before he stumbled to the front door at the ding of the
doorbell. Opening the door for Reigen, he was met with a friendly greeting.
"Hello."
"Hello." Mob answered.
"Are your parents home?" Reigen said, looking around.
"No, but try not to make a lot of noise coming in." Mob said, clearing the way,
"Ritsu and Shou are both here right now."
"Huh..." Reigen responded carefully.
"Let's go upstairs." Mob mentioned as he tugged at Reigen's sleeve. Reigen
firmly wrapped his fingers around Mob's petite hand.
"Lead the way." he said.
They ascended the staircase quietly, so as not to arouse suspicion.
"Come this way." Mob whispered. He opened the door slowly and allowed Reigen
in.
"Well! What a nice, neat room you have." Reigen said, appraising the
bookshelves and minimalist bed.
Mob had shut the door and stood in back of his Shishou. Reigen turned around
just in time to see Mob pull loose the rope around his waist, revealing his
outfit.
"Um..." Mob murmured coyly as he watched Reigen's pants tighten.
"Sorry, but I can't let you get away with this." Reigen said lowly, approaching
his disciple. He ran his hands over Mob's shoulders and down his bare arms.
"This outfit is so..."
"Revealing?" Mob said.
"Physically impossible." said Reigen. His hand traveled under the skirt and
squeezed Mob's round, juicy ass before spanking it. Mob whimpered and looked up
at Reigen, begging him with his eyes.
"Please..." he whined.
Reigen scooped Mob's head in both hands and said, "God, if you only knew what
was going through my mind right now."
"Show me, Shishou." Mob replied, raising his skirt with the tips of his fingers
to show off his white briefs and the young erection confined within them.
Reigen shuddered and forced Mob to kiss him roughly. He stole the boy's tongue
through the kiss and enveloped him in his arms. Mob struggled to keep up with
each attack of Reigen's lips and ultimately just gave up trying to match his
Shishou. He moaned softly as Reigen trailed a fingertip down his spine.
"You will be the death of me, I swear." Reigen groaned and pulled Mob's ass
towards him so he could grind himself against Mob.
"Uh..." he panted like he was a beast in rut.
The friction of their rubbing groins provoked aroused "Ah" noises from Mob and,
overwhelmed, he tried to hold onto the man to stabilize himself.
"Shishou, Shishou-" he panted, closing his eyes. He was being jiggled up and
down to create a harsher rub with Reigen's penis. "Oh, oh-"
"We need to take these clothes off." Reigen corrected himself. "Not you, just
the underwear."
Mob allowed the man to pinch the elastic band of his briefs and slide them down
over his trembling legs. His penis now poked out from under the skirt.
"Hello there." Reigen said with a smirk. He stroked Mob's shaft down there with
the barest of touches, eliciting desperate whines from his partner.
"Please. Oh, please..." Shigeo moaned, clutching at Reigen's suit, "Shishou,
don't tease me now."
"So I'm not the only desperate one." Reigen said as he shrugged off his grey
jacket and threw it to the side of his disciple's bed. He tossed his pink tie
over his shoulder and began to roll up his sleeves. "How about we start with a
little warmup? Can you show me those moves you learned at cheer?"
"Ah!" Mob gasped when Reigen lifted him up, pressing him aggressively into the
wall with his weight and strength.
"Serves you right, being this naughty." Reigen muttered before he began to lick
and kiss Shigeo's clavicle.
"S-Shishou..." Mob whimpered, done in by his master's decision. They had a safe
word but he wouldn't use it today– he truly enjoyed where this was going. While
Reigen left hard hickies on Mob's shoulder, he held up his lover's thighs and
started whispering things in Mob's ear.
"Unfortunately I can't unbutton my pants to fuck you like this." he licked the
shell of Mob's ear, causing the boy to shiver, "Would you like to give me a
little help, Mobbu?"
Shaking with need, Mob unsteadily unbuttoned Reigen's pants and pulled down his
white boxers.
"Now the lube." Reigen instructed, "It's in my pocket."
Shigeo reached into Reigen's front pocket to retrieve the small bottle.
"Now the hard part..." said Reigen. He grunted as he switched all Mob's weight
to one arm and balanced himself by tucking his head behind Mob's shoulder. "Put
some in my hand."
Mob followed instructions, awaiting the arrival of Reigen's large fingers. The
lube splashed over them and Reigen rubbed the digits together. Before entering
Mob, he kissed the boy chastely on the lips.
"These fingers are going to fuck you deeper than ever before." he told Mob.
Mob's breath hitched; Reigen's one finger had started pressing itself down,
down, down, into his asshole. So deep, he thought. His toes twitched–a
necessary sign that Reigen was doing it right.
Reigen stroked the upper side of Mob's anus as he slid his finger back out
again, hitting his disciple's sweet spot.
"Ah..." Mob moaned too loudly. He might have succeeded in controlling his voice
if not for the merciless yet loving attention Reigen was paying to his
prostate. "Ah, ah, Shishou~"
"You love this, Mobbu." Reigen teased, "Your hole is swallowing my finger. I'm
gonna have to add another one."
Tears fell from Mob's shut eyes, running down his cheek to splash on his
exposed stomach, "I need it! Please!"
Reigen grinned while his second finger soon joined the first. Mob bucked his
hips unintentionally because both fingers were stroking his sweet spot, one
after the other. It was a mix of pleasure and torture to be unable to control
the build of pleasure inside him. Reigen made his body thump and thump as if he
were all one organ.
"Mmm..." Reigen hummed over Mob's neck, "So, how did practice go today?"
He was going to get chatty now? Mob raised his head desperately. "F-Fine,
Shishou." he stammered, doing another jump when the third finger started to
bring his prostate the ice and fire sensation. "Oh, oh..."
"Seems like it did." Reigen said, unhurriedly pulling his fingers out and in to
fuck Mob. "Oh, Mobbu. It can be hard when you're an old man to see people doing
stunts and tricks. Why don't you try lifting yourself with telekinesis? My arm
is... getting tired, you see."
He chuckled. "Not bad though, for someone who isn't a body builder. Ready?"
Panting like a dog in heat, Mob cried "I'm ready!"
Reigen stopped supporting Mob's legs but managed to maintain the pressure
between them. One hand gripped Shigeo's thigh again to hold him steady, while
the other stroked his own cock.
"That's good." he said proudly, kissing the tears away from Mob's eyes, "Ready
for me?"
"Do it. Please." Mob begged, scrabbling at his Shishou's chest like a mute.
The push and entrance of Reigen's cock lifted Mob's voice up an octave. He
gasped as Reigen went deep and strong, building him up from the inside.
"Oh, Shishou, Shishou..." his frantic moaning really got to the core of
Reigen's instinctual drive. The man pulled out quickly, dragging his member
past each tight muscle, before ramming himself back in. Mob's anus squelched
with each thrust and draw. The boy sobbed Reigen's name, clutching at his
shoulders.
"Mobbu..." Reigen groaned, plowing into his disciple.
"Shishou!" Mob cried, unable to control himself.
His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. His legs shook so hard, and his nipples
were erect under the cheerleader's top. Reigen started flicking them while he
rammed in and out like a machine. Mob's sweat drenched him, and his wet ass was
engulfed in heat. Everything felt so good. From the stimulation upwards to the
burning rhythm below, to Reigen's kind face looking at him devotedly, there was
no boundary where the pleasure ended. Shishou just made it so good.
"Please don't stop, Shishou!" he panted and held the back of Reigen's neck.
The spiraling pleasure that drowned Mob in it's whirlpool-like effect also
affected Reigen. He usually took Mob slowly, but now all he wanted was to
overwhelm his disciple with his love. Mob was the only person in the world who
truly loved him now. There was no one else, nor would there ever be.
"You're mine, Mobbu." he growled, biting the boy's sweaty shoulder. Mob yelped;
he was startled by the teeth ravaging him.
What Reigen wouldn't give to be like this forever! Mob was just the perfect
loyal companion. As Reigen's trembling calves got worse, he started pumping
Mob's cock deliberately. Mob squirmed and moaned like crazy before letting out
a loud, dry gasp. It was happening–he was coming!
"Ah...! Ah~!" Mob yelled so loud Ritsu and Shou were sure to hear him. It
didn't matter by this point. Mob was lost to reality, spun around and around by
the orgasm unfurling in his body. His semen splashed on his stomach, running
between the tummy crease.
"Oh..." he whined as the sensations died down, leaving his ass aching.
Reigen buried himself deep inside his disciple and groaned. He'd be coming
soon, too. Just a little more...
"Ugh!" he grunted as he let loose his ejaculate. His closed eyes and Mob's
psychic powers granted him the privilege of zoning out for a second before he
came back to Mob to kiss and hug him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to catch his breath.
"I'm okay." Mob answered, chest heaving in the air. His body was glowing with
post-coital bliss.
"That... wasn't so bad, was it?" Reigen panted.
He stepped away with Mob in his arms and warned him, "Don't let up your
telekinesis just yet. I need to return some blood to my upper extremities."
Mob felt his Shishou sigh against him.
"What do you say we get some takeout?" Reigen said.
"Okay." Mob agreed cheerfully.
"I'm absolutely starving. Whew!" said the man as he set Mob down to wring and
stretch out his arms. The bones cracked slightly.
Reigen, however, felt extremely guilty about eating at Mob's house after they'd
scarred Ritsu and Shou in the end. He took Mob home with him and they had a
good meal.
As Mob ate furiously, Reigen fished into his other front pocket and brought out
something shiny and gold.
"Mobbu, stop eating." he said to bring his disciple's head up.
"What, Shishou?" Shigeo asked, unaware of the ring between Reigen's fingers.
"I'd like to see your hand." Reigen requested. Mob reached out to him from over
the kitchen table.
Wordlessly, Reigen slipped the shiny gold ring onto Mob's ring finger and it
held fast.
"This was my mom's wedding ring." Reigen explained softly, "I want you to have
it."
Quietly shocked, Mob brought his ringed hand over his chest because he felt
scarcely able to breathe.
"Shishou..." he whispered, "Thank you..."
"You know what this means, don't you, Mobbu?" Reigen asked, putting his elbows
on the tabletop and holding his hands out for Mob to take, "Will you please
marry me?"
The boy did not hesitate for a second. Immediately he latched onto Reigen's
hands.
"I can't believe it." he said quietly, "But at the same time, I can. You really
do love me."
He appeared awestruck. Reigen smiled anxiously. "Do you accept me?" he said,
hoping for the best.
"I do." Mob said, before telling him more joyfully, "I do! Shishou, I'll marry
you, of course!"
"Great." Reigen said before exhaling and loosening his collar, "That was a bit
nerve wracking."
"It won't need to be anymore." Mob assured him, eyes glinting with inspiration.
"Come here." Reigen whispered.
Mob leaned forward and finally, finally, could meet Reigen halfway.
That gentle meeting of lips was as delicious and savory as the food they ate.
Reigen understood, after losing almost everything, that he must not wait any
longer to declare himself well-nourished. They were going to get married.
Chapter End Notes
     Twitter: @mobgamis
End Notes
     You can find me on twitter @pandoras_thong!
     I love to meet new mp100 fans and talk about headcannons! And if
     you'd like a fic commissioned just inbox me!
     Edit*: Details are on my twitter page or DM me @ pandoras_thong
     Edit 2*: I just made a Tumblr for the Tumblr people who might be
     interested in commissions: pandorasthomg.tumblr.com
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!