[gokusen2] reasons
Reasons
Hayato/Ryu
1027 words
Prompt: Hayato/Ryu. Bloody and bruised from a fight, up against a wall on a dark alley.
For tinybars.
Written for a prompt in the Akame Mass Comment Ficcy Thing #1 ages ago.
Unbeta'd. Repost.
reasons
He remembers little of that night, save for this:
It is one in the morning and they are lying on a small alley, bruised and beaten. It's his own fault that he got into this fight, but he didn't know Hayato was just a few blocks down the street. And when he saw Ryu's face buried under another man's boot, he lets his instincts take over.
(Ryu didn't know Hayato still cared. Hayato didn't know either.)
It was his fault he joined into this mess, Ryu reasons out, but he feels a tiny bit of guilt (foreign and unwanted), still. He decides that starting a conversation now wouldn't be so bad. He only realizes it much later that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea.
(Or maybe it was.)
"You okay?" Ryu asks. He tries to lift himself up but feels a shot of pain when he moved his shoulders.
"Yea. I'm okay," Hayato says, quirks his lips a quarter of an inch high and winces a bit. There's blood starting to dry on the side of Hayato's mouth and Ryu knows it will turn into a purple bruise, angry and harsh, by tomorrow morning.
Ryu knows this just like how he knows other things about Hayato.
"Good," Ryu says, diverts his eyes, and finally succeeds in standing up. "Get up before a policeman sees you and picks you up for fighting. You should have minded your own business."
Hayato rises abruptly, and whips his head. "What is wrong with you? I was just trying to save your ungrateful ass."
"I never said I needed your help." He struggles to keep his standing position, palms flat against an old building's wall, air coming in short, shallow breaths. He remembers something from a distant memory: two boys, bruised and beaten, leaning against each other for support with hi-
"You sure look like you needed it," Hayato cuts in, slices into that memory.
"It wasn't any of your business. What happened to 'I don't ever want to see your face again'?" Ryu murmurs. There's a hint of edge to his voice and it's only Hayato who can make him lose his composure in a verbal way like this.
He turns around, back against the wall, and he sees Hayato standing lopsided in the alley, looking at him, eyes unreadable.
"You used to tell me things. I used to read you like a book." Hayato corners him against the wall, arms on both of Ryu's sides. "But now it's as if don't know you."
Ryu stands still. It's awkward to have Hayato corner him like this, and he feels somewhat exposed.
"You never tell me anything now," Hayato says. He raises his right hand, and brushes the cut on Ryu's cheek. Ryu draws back, partly because of the pain, partly because of something else. He can't look at Hayato properly in the eye. He feels like Hayato's searching for something that he shouldn't see. "What are you trying to hide?"
"I -" Ryu begins, but Hayato cuts in, leans down for a kiss (warm chapped lips against his own). Ryu can taste copper in his tongue, Hayato's, he thinks. He wants to say, we shouldn't do this, we can't do this, we can't, we can't, because we're enemies, but he feels his arms snaking up and wrapping around Hayato's neck.
He can feel the rough wall scraping his back, opens the cuts and scratches, and shit, this is going to take hours to fix.
They break for a while, catch their breaths, and Hayato mutters something before gripping his neck then lowers his head.
"You look broken."
Ryu feels his heart stutter, and wonders if it's not just skin and bones that Hayato's talking about, but Hayato's trailing kisses down his neck, his collar, feels his hand under his shirt, teasing, squeezing, the other unbuckling his belt, and Ryu's too far gone to think that this is Yabuki Hayato, (former) bestfriend that he's kissing.
Ryu's sinking into Hayato's warmth, Hayato's fist wrapped around him (up, down) and all he can think about is yes, yes, that's it, faster.
"Yabuki," Ryu moans, "Yabuki."
"Hayato," Hayato growls against Ryu's open mouth. "Call me Hayato," and he lifts Ryu up, and pushes inside.
Ryu has never felt this kind of pain before. The pain his body feels from fights somewhat pales in comparison, and Hayato's next words ring in his ears.
"I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so bad," Hayato groans on the crook of Ryu's neck, and he hears Ryu gasp, and stills. Ryu tries to be manly, and not show any hint of pain, but he supposes it's not exactly the right moment to show how much he's a man.
"Breathe, Ryu," but even Hayato's breathing is uneven, shaky, hands trembling on Ryu's hips. "Breathe." And Ryu thinks that maybe, just maybe, Hayato's forgiven him.
The only source of light is the small street lamp above them, and Ryu can see their shadows dancing on the asphalt floor. The movements look erratic, almost graceful in their own way.
Ryu grows languid against Hayato's chest, wraps his legs around Hayato's waist, meets his thrusts and arches his back.
"Why did you betray me?" Hayato whispers in his ear, bites on Ryu's exposed neck, withdraws outside, then presses forward.
Ryu opens his mouth, tries to say something, but Hayato's thrusting faster, and faster, fist stroking Ryu, and all he can do is scratch Hayato's back, and gasp, "Hayato, I-," before Hayato pushes him to the brink.
The air is thick with sweat, and moans, and there's a whole sentence on Ryu's face that Hayato can't read. "I don't get you at all, Odagiri," Hayato sobs, and comes.
No, you don't, Ryu thinks, but doesn't say as he feels the world collapse around him.
Ryu wakes up early next morning on the bench inside their garden.
One month later he meets Yankumi, and she saves him from completely throwing his life away. She reminds Ryu of someone precious, but it's not like he'll ever admit that to anyone.
The next day Ryu goes back to Kurogin for two reasons.
Hayato/Ryu
1027 words
Prompt: Hayato/Ryu. Bloody and bruised from a fight, up against a wall on a dark alley.
For tinybars.
Written for a prompt in the Akame Mass Comment Ficcy Thing #1 ages ago.
Unbeta'd. Repost.
reasons
He remembers little of that night, save for this:
It is one in the morning and they are lying on a small alley, bruised and beaten. It's his own fault that he got into this fight, but he didn't know Hayato was just a few blocks down the street. And when he saw Ryu's face buried under another man's boot, he lets his instincts take over.
(Ryu didn't know Hayato still cared. Hayato didn't know either.)
It was his fault he joined into this mess, Ryu reasons out, but he feels a tiny bit of guilt (foreign and unwanted), still. He decides that starting a conversation now wouldn't be so bad. He only realizes it much later that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea.
(Or maybe it was.)
"You okay?" Ryu asks. He tries to lift himself up but feels a shot of pain when he moved his shoulders.
"Yea. I'm okay," Hayato says, quirks his lips a quarter of an inch high and winces a bit. There's blood starting to dry on the side of Hayato's mouth and Ryu knows it will turn into a purple bruise, angry and harsh, by tomorrow morning.
Ryu knows this just like how he knows other things about Hayato.
"Good," Ryu says, diverts his eyes, and finally succeeds in standing up. "Get up before a policeman sees you and picks you up for fighting. You should have minded your own business."
Hayato rises abruptly, and whips his head. "What is wrong with you? I was just trying to save your ungrateful ass."
"I never said I needed your help." He struggles to keep his standing position, palms flat against an old building's wall, air coming in short, shallow breaths. He remembers something from a distant memory: two boys, bruised and beaten, leaning against each other for support with hi-
"You sure look like you needed it," Hayato cuts in, slices into that memory.
"It wasn't any of your business. What happened to 'I don't ever want to see your face again'?" Ryu murmurs. There's a hint of edge to his voice and it's only Hayato who can make him lose his composure in a verbal way like this.
He turns around, back against the wall, and he sees Hayato standing lopsided in the alley, looking at him, eyes unreadable.
"You used to tell me things. I used to read you like a book." Hayato corners him against the wall, arms on both of Ryu's sides. "But now it's as if don't know you."
Ryu stands still. It's awkward to have Hayato corner him like this, and he feels somewhat exposed.
"You never tell me anything now," Hayato says. He raises his right hand, and brushes the cut on Ryu's cheek. Ryu draws back, partly because of the pain, partly because of something else. He can't look at Hayato properly in the eye. He feels like Hayato's searching for something that he shouldn't see. "What are you trying to hide?"
"I -" Ryu begins, but Hayato cuts in, leans down for a kiss (warm chapped lips against his own). Ryu can taste copper in his tongue, Hayato's, he thinks. He wants to say, we shouldn't do this, we can't do this, we can't, we can't, because we're enemies, but he feels his arms snaking up and wrapping around Hayato's neck.
He can feel the rough wall scraping his back, opens the cuts and scratches, and shit, this is going to take hours to fix.
They break for a while, catch their breaths, and Hayato mutters something before gripping his neck then lowers his head.
"You look broken."
Ryu feels his heart stutter, and wonders if it's not just skin and bones that Hayato's talking about, but Hayato's trailing kisses down his neck, his collar, feels his hand under his shirt, teasing, squeezing, the other unbuckling his belt, and Ryu's too far gone to think that this is Yabuki Hayato, (former) bestfriend that he's kissing.
Ryu's sinking into Hayato's warmth, Hayato's fist wrapped around him (up, down) and all he can think about is yes, yes, that's it, faster.
"Yabuki," Ryu moans, "Yabuki."
"Hayato," Hayato growls against Ryu's open mouth. "Call me Hayato," and he lifts Ryu up, and pushes inside.
Ryu has never felt this kind of pain before. The pain his body feels from fights somewhat pales in comparison, and Hayato's next words ring in his ears.
"I want to hurt you. I want to hurt you so bad," Hayato groans on the crook of Ryu's neck, and he hears Ryu gasp, and stills. Ryu tries to be manly, and not show any hint of pain, but he supposes it's not exactly the right moment to show how much he's a man.
"Breathe, Ryu," but even Hayato's breathing is uneven, shaky, hands trembling on Ryu's hips. "Breathe." And Ryu thinks that maybe, just maybe, Hayato's forgiven him.
The only source of light is the small street lamp above them, and Ryu can see their shadows dancing on the asphalt floor. The movements look erratic, almost graceful in their own way.
Ryu grows languid against Hayato's chest, wraps his legs around Hayato's waist, meets his thrusts and arches his back.
"Why did you betray me?" Hayato whispers in his ear, bites on Ryu's exposed neck, withdraws outside, then presses forward.
Ryu opens his mouth, tries to say something, but Hayato's thrusting faster, and faster, fist stroking Ryu, and all he can do is scratch Hayato's back, and gasp, "Hayato, I-," before Hayato pushes him to the brink.
The air is thick with sweat, and moans, and there's a whole sentence on Ryu's face that Hayato can't read. "I don't get you at all, Odagiri," Hayato sobs, and comes.
No, you don't, Ryu thinks, but doesn't say as he feels the world collapse around him.
Ryu wakes up early next morning on the bench inside their garden.
One month later he meets Yankumi, and she saves him from completely throwing his life away. She reminds Ryu of someone precious, but it's not like he'll ever admit that to anyone.
The next day Ryu goes back to Kurogin for two reasons.