Akari/Gareki
WIP!
Gareki was not happy about waking up with wires taped to his bare torso, a needle in his arm and Akari looming over him behind his clipboard. He tried to sit up but immediately regretted it as his head swam.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Akari’s voice broke into his dizziness.
Gareki did his best to glare at the doctor but it came out much feebler than he would have expected. Gareki didn’t like feeling vulnerable, and at the moment, he was feeling very much exposed and not in control.
“What happened?” he muttered, sliding his eyes to stare at the ceiling that Akari wasn’t blocking.
Akari put his clipboard onto the small table beside Gareki’s hospital bed. Wordlessly, he removed the needle from Gareki’s right arm and disposed of it before crossing his arms. He didn’t touch the wires. “You don’t remember? You fainted on the expedition and they had to fly you back.”
“Tch.”
“You’ve haven’t been resting; expeditions are strain your body.” Akari’s gaze was hard as his eyes bored into Gareki’s.
Gareki locked eyes with the doctor. “I’m fine.”
Akari’s lips turned up in a smirk, and Gareki’s eyes narrowed. “Explain why you’re in a hospital bed then.”
“You….”
Gareki had had enough. He carefully sat up again and started removing the monitor pads. Suddenly, Akari’s hand shot out and halted his movements. Gareki looked up to face Akari’s frown.
“I’m not discharging you yet.”
“I don’t care. I’m leaving.”
Akari’s eyes darkened. “That is not your call.”
Gareki struggled against the hand that was now gripping his wrist tightly. “The hell it isn’t! Let me go!”
He was released. Gareki panted softly as his exertion of strength sapped more energy from his weakened body. He watched with suspicion as Akari spun on his heel and strode towards the main entrance. Akari halted before he reached it, and said authoritatively, “Everybody out.”
Nurses that Gareki hadn’t realised were there (of course there would be nurses! How could he not notice, he thought to himself) scurried out with squeaks and tittering, looking back at him now and again. Gareki was very suspicious now, his eyes taking in every movement of Akari’s back. He had the feeling something he was the only patient in the ward at the moment, and something bad was coming. He started to peel the pads off again and was looking around for his shirt when he heard the lock click and Akari’s firm footsteps heading towards him again.
Gareki hopped off the bed quickly, wincing as his head decided to tilt his world sideways once more. He steadied himself with a hand on the bed.
Akari was stripping off his lab coat.
Now normally, the teen wouldn’t back down from a fight, but with the way his head was spinning, this was a situation that called for flight not fight.
Gareki’s mind was whirring, even as his eyes darted around for a weapon of some sort to defend himself from the psycho that looked like he was about to attack him. “Don’t come near me,” he said, hoping the sound of his voice would distract Akari for a moment and he maybe he could grab the clipboard and throw it, then run...
He had a sinking feeling he wasn’t getting out of here that easily though. Who knows if the research tower staff had combat training or not? They might be mostly female, but he knew Tsukumo could pack a pretty damn good punch (and kick… and throw…). Even if Akari wasn’t trained, he was still bigger and heavier than Gareki. And he was weak right now. Gareki hissed in frustration, still keeping his eyes trained on Akari who was getting closer by the second.
Shit, maybe that’s why Yogi was so afraid of him. Maybe he beat his patients into submission or something! Or laced their body with sedatives! Damn it! He had to get out of here.
Gareki took a breath, steeled his nerves and tensed. His arm shot out to grab onto the clipboard and flung it at the doctor, before gritting his teeth and made a dash for the door.
Akari’s hands shot out to stop him, but he ducked, aimed a kick at the back of Akari’s knee to disturb his balance and continued his beeline for the door. He reached for the handle and grinned victoriously to himself at his success, but then a strong arm wound around his waist, spinning him, and hand shoved him back into the door.
Gareki’s fingers scrabbled and tried to pry himself out of the unmoving hold. When it became obvious that he wasn’t going to get away, he looked up at Akari with the most poisonous glare he could muster.
He did not expect the doctor’s handsome face to be bent down to mere inches from his own. He expected a smirk that said, “I win,” but he really did not think it would be combined with darkened brown eyes that locked onto his with smooth satisfaction and arousal.
Gareki definitely didn’t count on his own pupils flaring and his breath picking up in pace just the tiniest bit.
But Akari was a doctor and he was trained to spot and analyse vital signs. His smirk widened. “Gareki-kun.” He said lowly. “You’re not leaving without my permission.” The hand pinning Gareki’s right shoulder to the door slid to trace a sharp collarbone then up to Gareki’s chin. Akari firmly grasped the teen’s jaw and leaned in closer, breath ghosting over soft lips.
“You don’t know how much you tempt me,” he said, a mild frown gracing his features. Akari pressed closer, sliding a trouser-clad leg between Gareki’s own.
Gareki cursed mentally as his body betrayed him, pressing less against the door and more towards the warm figure in front of him. But when lips descended onto his own, he protested and renewed his struggle. Oh god, he was being molested by a man. He bit down on an invading lip, relishing the sound of surprise and pain. Getting an arm free, he made to sock the pervert in his pretty face, but it was halted before it made contact.
Akari’s frown deepened. “Why are you struggling? Stop it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be struggling, you bastard!” Gareki hissed loudly. “Don’t touch me, you freak!”
Realization dawned upon Akari’s face. “Have you never done this before?” he asked bluntly, sharp eyes taking in Gareki’s unwanted blush.
“That’s none of your business, and never will be! Let go.”
Akari only smirked in response. “Well, that’s even better. I’ll make you scream,” he whispered into Gareki’s ear.
A hand made its way to unbuckle Gareki’s belt and brush against his arousal. Gareki clenched his teeth together and shoved at Akari as best as he could. “You have no right!” he hissed with rage.
Akari didn’t reply, merely popping the button on Gareki’s pants and slid the zipper down. It dawned on Gareki that this was actually happening and a tendril of fear snaked into his consciousness. It was drowned away by pleasure the moment a hand dipped into his briefs and closed around his semi-hard, warm flesh.
Gareki arched into Akari’s chest as the hand stroked him firmly, gasps escaping unwillingly. “S-stop it! Don’t do that - ahhhhh!”
Akari gripped Gareki’s cock firmly and thumbed the glistening tip. His darkened eyes travelled down the teen’s bared chest to land on the definitely arousing view. His own cock had hardened unbelieveably and strained against his neat trousers.
At this point, Gareki had lost control of his mouth and body. He panted into shoulder as he fell forward, arms clenching and flexing their hold of Akari’s upper arms. All too soon, he was trembling and fought to stay upright as the doctor’s hand tipped him towards the edge.
A husky whisper made its way through the haze, “You look so good like this, Gareki-kun.”
All of a sudden, he was picked up and dumped onto the nearest hospital bed. Akari crawled over him, blocking the view of the ceiling with his body. Gareki looked up at him and wondered when this had gotten so out of hand. And then the hand was back, stroking him firmly.
“Ahhh, you bastard!” Gareki groaned out. “You can’t - shit! - get off - UUUUUUUUUUUH!” He arched upwards as cum shot onto his stomach, chest, and chin, painting him with white. Gareki collapsed back onto the bed as his chest heaved and head swam in dazed pleasure.
He was startled by the rustling of cloth and looked up to see Akari pulling off his tie. The older man’s shirt was half undone already, showing a lean, smooth chest. Gareki’s gazed fixated on that flesh as the shirt gradually became completely unbuttoned and he tentatively pressed his palm against Akari’s sternum. He started mildy and looked at Akari in surprise as he felt a racing heartbeat not unlike his own.
Akari pulled him into a kiss which developed into a full-blown affair of tongue and teeth when Gareki’s mouth granted Akari access. Sparks flew behind Gareki’s eyes as soft flesh smoothed over his lips and tangle with his tongue, and he wondered again, how they ended up like this and when he had given into the handsome man.
Akari moved away again, and took in Gareki’s positively sinful appearance. His hair was tousled, sweat and cum glistening and drying on his body, cheeks and cock flushed with pleasure. It must be good to be a teenager, he thought salaciously, as Gareki started to show some interest again. With another peck to Gareki’s lips, he made to undo his own belt and leisurely pulled his pants off.
Gareki’s eyes widened as Akari’s cock sprung out from its confines, thick and dripping with need. It was strange looking at another man’s manhood, but combined with Akari’s feral expression, he found it strangely stimulating. A drop of precum leaked from Akari’s substantial cock and Gareki watched, unable to look away, as it dripped onto his own inner thigh as Akari hovered over him.
Abruptly, Gareki was brought into the present and logical thought returned. Akari was going to…
Akari watched the thoughts flash across Gareki’s face. He stilled, cock aching painfully to bury itself within the gorgeous male spread out before him. He was not a rapist.
Gareki’s expression blanked and Akari knew he would have to get off and they would probably pretend this never happened. He kept a steady gaze on Gareki’s eyes to confirm this.
Gareki read the message as easily as he read books. ‘I’m giving you a chance to back away before we do something you might regret.’
But it was the little something that flashed across Akari’s eyes that made his decision for him. The something that struck a chord within Gareki. The streak of vulnerability that lurked beneath Akari’s strict demeanour. The streak that read of loneliness and desire and passion and … unbelievable, irrational care for Gareki. Gareki sucked in a breath in amazement, even as Akari’s expression closed up once more.
Slender arms wound around a neck and fingers threaded through ruffled peach locks. Gareki’s eyes dropped to half mast and he bent one knee up even as he pulled Akari down for a kiss. They both hissed as their cocks met and slid together dangerously. He noted with some pleasure that Akari’s expression was almost comically surprised.
“Come on, Akari-sensei. Are you waiting for something?” Gareki smirked against Akari’s lips.
Desire tilted up Akari’s lip as well. “No, Gareki-kun. I think we can continue straight on.” He mouthed at Gareki’s neck, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat mingled with a scent that was pure Gareki. He was rewarded with a pleased hum and fingers tightening in his hair. He swiped a finger through the drying evidence of Gareki’s pleasure and, keeping Gareki’s eyes on his own, popped the digit into his mouth. He chuckled at the disgusted expression he was graced with.
“Why would you do that? Ugh that’s gross.” Gareki muttered, cheeks blushing darker nonetheless.
Akari bent down to whisper in Gareki’s ear, purposefully sliding his body against the teen’s and relished the strangled moan. “Because you taste so good,” he said lowly.
Gareki’s cheeks inflamed even more. His hand tugged at Akari’s hair sharply, “Don’t say things like that, you pervert!”
Akari merely raised an eyebrow and lapped at Gareki’s chest. Gareki was sure he was going to have some sort of fit by now, with the way his head was heady with pleasure and body tingling and hypersensitive to the older man’s every move.
He felt fingers prod at his backside and his eyes widened. “Wha- AH!” he jolted in surprise. At Akari’s raised eyebrow, he gritted his teeth against the pain, even as his erection wavered. A second finger joined the first and the sensation was not pleasant at all.
A third and fourth entered beside the first two, and Gareki’s body clenched down, trying to evade the sensation.
He glared up at Akari. The doctor merely watched him carefully, and suddenly smirked. Gareki’s back arched and eyes snapped shut as Akari carefully pressed against something within him that had his cock filling up to full mast again.
“Shiiiiiit!” Gareki moaned. “Oh god, oh - Ahhhhh!”
Akari drank in the erotic vision of Gareki panting and groaning as his fingers thrust deeper, pressing against that spot each time. His eyes were wild as his previously combed back hair flopped into a natural fringe that was beginning to stick to his face as he tried to ignore his positively dripping cock. Clear beads of precum ran down from the slit to trail down the length of his shaft and dampen his soft pubic hair.
“Shit!” Gareki yelped. “I can’t - Ah! Come on, old man!”
Akari’s eyes narrowed. “Old man?”
And without ceremony, he removed his fingers, pulled Gareki’s hips towards his own and slid into his tight heat until he was completely buried within Gareki.
“Unhhhh!” Gareki squeezed out as his breath almost stopped. Akari’s head dropped to rest against Gareki’s forehead as he tried not to move. Gareki’s muscles were fluttering around his cock and if he didn’t want to come right there and then, he needed to focus.
“Gareki,” he bit out. “I’m going to fuck you into the mattress for calling me an old man.”
Gareki met Akari’s grin with his own. “I’ll hold you to that.”
And then Akari pulled out until only the head remained within Gareki before thrusting in with his whole weight.
Gareki moaned in pleasure as Akari repeated the motion again and again and again and before he knew it, he was rolling his hips onto Akari’s cock as it plowed into him. Gareki vaguely recognised himself groaning into Akari’s mouth as the older man caught him in a sloppy kiss as his hips continued to move strongly back and forth.
“Yes, oh god, yes, yes, ahhh!”
Akari was not in much of a better state of mind. All he could focus on was the delicious heat wrapped around his cock and the lithe body hanging onto him for dear life as he panted heavily into Gareki’s ear with each thrust. Abruptly, he grabbed hold of the teen and flipped their bodies so that Gareki was seated heavily on his hardness. They both moaned at the sensation of Akari sliding even deeper.
Gareki’s fingers were pressed into Akari’s shoulders so hard there would definitely be bruises. He was lifted up and dropped onto that searing flesh again and damn it if he didn’t love that feeling of fullness and pressure against that spot inside him.
“Gareki,” Akari panted, speeding up his thrusts so that Gareki could do little but let him do as he liked. “Very soon, I’m going to- ah!”
Gareki clenched strongly around Akari’s hard cock, causing him to lose his train of speech. He grinning widely before Akari focused on his face with determination and then flipped them back onto the bed again so that the older man could ram into his ass at his own pace.
Gareki could feel he wasn’t going to last very long. “Akari…” he said with a strangled voice. “I can’t - anymore - I - Uh!!”
Akari groaned in unison as he felt Gareki start to tighten up unbelievably. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice littered with the staccato beat of his thrusts. “Look at me as you cum all over yourself again. Gareki….”
Gareki couldn’t hold off the pleasure any longer, and he locked his eyes onto Akari’s before he fell over the cliff and screamed. Blinding white filled his vision as he came in ropes and ropes across Akari’s chest and his own again, globs of cum sliding down the curve of his pectorals to trail onto his sides.
Akari wasn’t close behind. His eyes took in the seductive arch of Gareki’s back, the face contorted in blinding passion, the cum that burst from Gareki’s redden, stiff cock, the tightening around his manhood, and he couldn’t hold it back -
“Ahhhh!” Gareki moaned as he felt wet heat shoot into his body, Akari’s body pushing as deep as it could into his hole, the grip at his hips strengthening almost unbearably. He twitched as Akari caused a second wave of pleasure to wash over his senses. He soaked up Akari’s strangled, “UUUUHN!” and forced his eyes open to take in the handsome man’s body becoming taut and the cords of his neck tightening as he fell into his blinding release.
The older man’s heavy body almost fell onto him, before Akari caught himself on his elbows, hovering over Gareki. They shared a slow, pleasurable kiss as Akari ran a hand through Gareki’s sweaty hair.
“...” Gareki panted when they separated, what they had done finally setting in.
Akari looked at him with sated eyes and a smirk. A weak punch thrown at his chest.
“Shut up.” Gareki grumbled.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Akari slid from Gareki’s body. A squelching sound had them aware that cum most definitely leaked from Gareki’s asshole and was staining the sheets as they lay on them. Akari felt strangely pleased and possessive of the gorgeous teenager that grimaced in disgust at the white fluid seeping from his body.
“We’re never doing this again. This is disgusting.” Gareki scowled, pushing Akari away to sit up.
Akari rolled off the bed and pondered how to look presentable in the journey from the hospital ward to the showers. He fixed Gareki with an amused expression, “You should never call me old.”
Gareki stood up as well and winced at the pain that shot up his spine and the fluid that now ran down his thighs. “Damn it.” He reached for his briefs and pants before he suddenly lost his balance and tilted to the side. Before he hit the floor, a bare arm caught him and he was pressed naked against the equally naked doctor. Now that the haze of pleasure was not set up on him, he involuntarily reddened in mortification.
Gareki tried to push away from Akari, but the older man held onto him tightly.
“You’re still weak from fainting and lack of sleep, Gareki-kun.” Akari said.
Gareki tried not be calmed by the strong, steady heartbeat against his shoulder, but lost the battle. He shut his eyes. “Yeah.”
“Come, we must clean up.” Akari’s hand trailed over Gareki’s soft skin.
“Mmm yeah…”
“Gareki-kun. Don’t fall unconscious.”
“…”
Akari sighed as the teen went limp. How to get to the hospital bathrooms with Gareki in tow? He paused and looked down at the sleeping head against his neck. After some thought, he brushed a kiss onto Gareki’s forehead and for a moment, let himself believe everything would be fine.
----
Yogi’s lower lip trembled as his eyes filled with fearful tears. “Noooo!” he wailed. “Akari-sensei is so scary wahhhhhh!”
Gareki rolled his eyes at Yogi’s over-dramatic response to the check-up request. “Ne, Gareki-kun?” Nai asked from beside him. Gareki crossed his arms and looked down at him.
“Nani?”
“Why are only Yogi-kun, Tsukumo-chan and I seeing the doctors? Gareki-kun was attacked by the monster too!”
Gareki sighed and distantly watched as Yogi was dragged away by Tsukumo towards an exam room. Around him, the bright lighting of the general ward accentuated its size and Gareki fought a violent blush as he recalled what had gone on between himself and a particular doctor in this very ward not two weeks ago. They hadn’t had any contact since then, and Gareki was fine with that. After all, he had woken up clean and dressed again in a hospital bed after they… It was utterly humiliating to even think about the fact that Akari must have wiped him clean and redressed him! It was only now, after a simple mission to the city of Yalor that had taken a bad turn, that he was even at the research tower.
Gareki perched on the arm of a nearby chair and muttered, “I didn’t fight the valga, remember? And I’m not an animal.”
Nai just tilted his head. “But Gareki-kun, you were hiding with me in the dark place Yogi told us to go to and that man with the stick - !”
Nai’s eyes swirled as Gareki threw a pillow at him. “Shut up!” Gareki hissed. “I told you not to say anything about that!”
“Say anything about what?”
Gareki tensed at the voice suddenly beside him. His eyes travelled up a neatly buttoned white coat, to the straight necktie and then met pink-brown eyes. He kept his expression as blank as possible. “Nothing.”
Akari’s eyebrow arched. “You’re lying about something. Tell me right now.”
At this point, Nai had recovered and came up towards Akari’s imposing figure nervously to look up at him. “Uhm,” he started, then meeting Gareki’s pointed, dangerous stare, faltered. Now, two hard stares were directed at him and he trembled with nervousness. He balled his fists and sucked in a breath of determination and blurted, “Gareki-kun fought off the bad man that tried to - to - kidnap us while Yogi-kun and Tsukumo-chan were fighting! He protected me! Please don’t be angry at Gareki-kun!”
Gareki groaned and facepalmed. Akari’s eyebrow just rose some more as he looked back and forth between Nai and Gareki. Nai was almost quivering with resolve to make sure his friend was okay.
Akari flicked his head to the side and called out, “You. Take Nai over there and give him a general checkup. Send him back here once you’re done and leave me the data.” The unfortunate man who had been walking past nodded hurriedly and grasped Nai’s shoulder, guiding him away from the SSS ranked researcher and the other kid. He had other things to do as well! But Akari-sensei’s words were top priority.
As the two turned into a different room, Akari turned to face Gareki who had now fixed his gaze upon a potted plant at the side of the room.
Akari frowned and turned on his heel. “Follow me.” He commanded.
Gareki huffed but complied.
When they had reached an empty examination room, Akari motioned Gareki inside, then followed him in, clicking the door shut behind them. The room wasn’t small, but it wasn’t particularly spacious either. A bed was positioned against the wall, a couch at the end of it against the far wall. A table, chair and bookshelf filled to the brim sat opposite the bed, and a single window looked out into blue sky beside the bed. Potted plants decorated the corners of the room and the scent of flowers reached Gareki’s nose.
“Take a seat.” Akari said from behind him. Without looking backwards, he headed for the couch and plonked himself heavily onto it, crossing his arms and legs.
Akari didn’t sit on the lone chair, but moved to stand in front of Gareki. “I didn’t say sit on the couch, Gareki-kun. The bed, now.”
Gareki didn’t move, just looked up defiantly and tried to calm his erratic heartbeat at the mention of a bed. With Akari on top of him… Stop!
Akari’s expression grew annoyed. “You need a checkup. If you were attacked, you need to have any injuries looked at and treated.” Akari’s voice dropped in an irritated mutter. “I thought you, in particular, would understand the risks of infections.”
When Gareki didn’t move, Akari sighed in exasperation and yanked the teen off the couch by his shirt and flung him onto the bed.
“Oi!” Gareki protested, elbow smarting from the awkward landing. “What do you think you’re doing?” He righted himself to be seated on the edge of the bed.
Large hands came towards him and unzipped his jacket. “If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one.” Akari said blandly, fingers working the jacket off Gareki’s shoulders even as he struggled against him.
“Alright, alright! I can do it myself.” Gareki grumbled, shoving Akari’s hands away. He tugged the sleeves off and pushed the jacket to the side, then faced the doctor expectantly. “Well? Get on with it.”
Akari’s eyes flashed as his took in Gareki’s outfit. The teen had opted to wear a blue tank top that dipped low at the neckline and had slashes cut horizontally along the front to one side, teasing glimpses of skin showing between the corset-like rope pattern that held the tears together. The tank top also only reached above Gareki’s navel, letting Akari feast his eyes on a sliver of smooth stomach and belly button. Gareki’s pants weren’t much better. Hidden by his long jacket, they were not simply a pair of standard grey pants but instead had vertical strips cut out at thigh height, wrapping down the length of Gareki’s leg in a spiral til they hit the teen’s knee.
Gareki watched as an expression he had seen before on Akari’s face reappeared. Oh no. That was not happening again. “Hey,” he tried. “Hurry up.”
Akari flicked his eyes down the length of Gareki’s body, hovering at the crotch before meeting his eyes. He slowly smirked.
“Take your shirt off,” he instructed with a purr, stalking slowly towards the smaller male.
“What the hell? Why should I take - “
“Take your shirt off.” He repeated firmly. His body language spoke of no arguments.
Gareki tried to fight off another incoming blush as he angrily yanked the revealing shirt off, tossing it to join the jacket crumpled in the corner. He was suddenly hit with a sense of déjà vu that didn’t bode well for him.
When hands came out to slip off his goggles, he ground out, “it took me days to walk properly, you bastard!”
Akari’s amused smirk only deepened. “I’ll be sure to fix it for you before you leave this time, then.” He was struck with how attached he was to the teen when his arousal started to rise at the sight of Gareki’s body responding to his light touches down his arms. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps down Gareki’s arms, and pink nipples had started to perk. He just wanted a taste…
“Mmm…!” Gareki voiced as a warm mouth latched onto a sensitive nipple, tongue lathing over it and playing with it. “What are you - !”
He was pushed backwards firmly til only his calves hung over the edge of the bed. Akari mouthed at his chest, nipping lightly, a trail of saliva glistening as that warmth travelled to lap at his other nipple. Gareki found his fingers winding through peach-coloured hair
Suddenly, Akari’s face was in front of his and serious eyes bored down at him. “Do you want to do this? Because I can’t hold myself back from you anymore.” Akari said. “I don’t know why - ugh. What am I doing!”
At that, he backed away from Gareki, running a hand through his now-tousled locks. His confusion and frustration projected onto Gareki, who angrily reached for the pillow and clutched onto it.
“That’s what I’ve been saying, you prick!” he said, inciting Akari’s frustration even more. “I didn’t ask for you to - to - come onto me!” His hands clenched until the knuckles were white.
Akari did not like the way his emotions were running too high and out of control. Arousal still spiked through him as he took in the sight and smell of Gareki on the bed, and he berated himself for even thinking the first time was not a mistake.
“...” He was silent, not looking directly at his one-time lover.
He jerked when Gareki hurriedly shrugged on his jacket without putting on his shirt again and fled out the door, leaving it open behind him. The surprised sounds of whoever was walking past outside reached his ears. And then -
“Gareki-kuun?! What are you doing without your shirt!! You’ll catch a cold!” “Go away!”
Yogi.
Akari groaned into a hand. Straightening his lab coat and smoothing his hair back again, he strode towards the door to tell Yogi to shut up and get back to his exam room, but instead paused as he witnessed Yogi and Gareki tussling. Yogi had his arm latched onto Gareki’s upper arm and he flailed as he apparently tried to block the view of the squealing nurses and wriggle Gareki’s jacket off and put his shirt back on all at once.
A flash of rage ran through Akari’s veins, and he approached the pair. His aura had become menacing, and Yogi trembled and shrunk down even as he slowly turned around. Gareki’s flaming face and violent tugging of his jacket closed added fuel to the fire.
“Get. Back. To. Your. Room.” Akari intoned.
Yogi whimpered and latched closer to Gareki who tried to shove him off with disgust. “But - but - Akari-sensei! Gareki’s going to get sick if - “
A resounding slap. Yogi clutched his reddened and throbbing hand as he turned betrayed eyes onto his shorter friend. “Ga-rekii~~” he complained.
Gareki glared at him and everyone else that was staring. “Don’t cling onto me like that.”
Akari felt a twisted sort of pleasure as Gareki stepped away from Yogi. He started mentally. Why was he feeling this way? Yogi was a crybaby and an idiot, but the casual way in which he touched Gareki sprouted decidedly… unnerving emotions within himself. Good god, was he jealous? Over a kid not even half his age?
At Yogi’s split second recovery and launch towards Gareki once more, Akari stepped in. “Gareki,” he said. “We haven’t finished our discussion yet.”
He firmly took hold of Gareki’s wrist and just about dragged the sullen teenager back into the exam room, locking the door this time. He spun quickly and slammed his hands onto the door beside Gareki’s head, body now framing Gareki’s smaller one. On seeing Gareki’s eyes widen in shock, he closed his own and sighed, leaning in to bury his nose in sleek black hair.
“What am I doing?” he murmured again. Lips descended to swoop Gareki into a kiss. The teen’s body seemed to react automatically to his, pressing greedily towards the hard body that bent over him.
But as abruptly as that happened, Gareki pulled away with a hiss. “You asshole. I’m not some fucktoy you can just use whenever you like! I decided I wouldn’t kill you for taking my … virginity……… but there’s no way that this,” he gestured between themselves with a hand, “is going to happen. Ever!” He emphasized his outburst with a sharp jab at Akari’s chest.
“And I thought you were different.” He muttered angrily.
Ducking from underneath Akari’s arm, he seated himself on the bed again and unzipped his jacket. “You want me for a checkup? You’ve got it. But touch me again in that way, I’ll end you.”
Akari stared in surprise at Gareki’s onslaught of words. It was true that he wanted back into Gareki’s body again, but what really shocked him was the depth of the hurt he saw in Gareki’s expression. Sure he had slept around before, and the women (and occasional man) were always annoyed when he blew them off, both parties always knew it was just fucking. But with Gareki… there was electricity. And Akari felt a resounding ache at the teen’s hurt. Akari wanted to dig into him and know Gareki, but at the same time, didn’t, because he had a strong suspicion that his initial compassion for the teen could be blown into unbelievable proportions.
“Alright.” He said finally.
Gareki was able to leave unscathed from the exam room, but somehow he was disappointed the doctor didn’t put up a fight. Alien disappointment struck him at his core, and he scowled at his own naivety even as Nai bounced up to greet him. He didn’t need people like that, and people didn’t need him like that. How stupid was he to think that someone did?
Nai felt sad when Gareki’s bitterness struck him with full force. However, he kept his mouth shut, because he knew that Gareki didn’t like being asked how he was feeling. But Nai was still sad. Dr. Akari’s troubled aura also made him sad, but Dr. Akari was scary. He’d ask Tsukumo-chan to see if Dr. Akari was okay!
----
How Gareki found himself splayed back on a table with Akari’s cock up his ass again was beyond him. His eyes were unfocused as the doctor leaned over him, bending him almost in half with his legs in the air but spread wide so Akari could slam into him.
“Ahhh!” he cried out as the thick length pressed into him over and over. His hand came up to his mouth and he bit down to muffle the embarrassing noises coming from his mouth. They were on the Second Ship too for god’s sake, and - Uhhh - who knows if a sheep would suddenly appear to check out the disturbance. And he had promised himself never to get carried away again but - SHIT - UHNN! It was so good - Ah!
Akari panted lowly into Gareki’s ear even as he pounded into his behind and fisted the teen’s cock roughly, the whole table shaking as it resisted ripping out from the floor. “Gareki,” he groaned quietly. “I’m going to come inside you again. Would you like that?”
Gareki moaned in erotic delight behind his hand as his body remembered the feeling of warm wetness coating his insides and sparking that second burst of pleasure after he reached his climax. Akari’s unbuttoned shirt hung down and brushed against him with every thrust, his own torn at the straps and bunched at his waist. His pants and briefs were somewhere in the room, and he distantly cursed the doctor who had merely unzipped his fly and shoved his boxers down enough to free his hot, throbbing penis and slide it into Gareki’s body.
“Yessss, come on! Harder! Ahhhh!” Gareki moaned.
“You like that don’t you?” Akari panted back at him, aroused beyond belief at Gareki’s uncontrolled encouragement. He pushed in deeper and deeper, revelling in the sharp sound of pleasure that he received. “I’m going to make you cum now, Gareki-kun.”
Akari’s thrusts sped up and Gareki’s head flew back to slam against the table as his muscles tensed and he could feel himself reaching the pinnacle, just a bit more and then - “UUUUUUUUH!” Cum sprayed into Akari’s hand and onto the doctor’s stomach, drizzling down towards where they were joined.
Akari groaned hoarsely and he bent his head to watch his cock slide in and out of Gareki’s hole as the lean body twitched and shuddered in his arms. He bit down onto Gareki’s neck as muscles tightened down onto his cock unbearably and Akari felt his release explode from himself. It came out in stuttered bursts, cum filling up Gareki to the brim and sliding wetly around Akari’s cock as he slowed down and thrust languidly forwards and back.
Akari finally stopped and slid out, the squelching noise again making Gareki’s nose shrivel in distaste. “Goddamn.” He grimaced, moving to slide off the table even as his body protested. A hand pressed against his stomach gently and a cloth pressed against his backside and wiped the residual fluid away.
Gareki watched Akari’s motions carefully. He kept still as the doctor extracted a small tube of salve from his coat pocket but raised an eyebrow at him as if to say, ‘you planned this?’
Akari merely gave him a mildly withering glance and said, “No, this is some general use topical painkiller. It won’t completely remove the pain, but it will lessen it.” He squeezed a small amount onto his fingers and repocketed the tubed, massaging it gently against Gareki’s lower spine and backside.
At Gareki’s continued raised eyebrow, he continued, “I keep it for emergency cuts and bruises. It’s very potent and speeds up healing.” His eyes were trained onto his hands now, and Gareki moved to accommodate him when he nudged gently against his hip.
“You shouldn’t be in pain in a few hours.” Akari tucked himself back into his pants at this stage, and Gareki was slightly - very slightly - pleased that Akari moved to look after him first before taking care of himself.
But then he groaned. “You ripped my shirt, you bastard!”
Akari chuckled and just tossed the teen’s jacket at him. “Just go change in your room and stop whining.”
Akari’s lab coat impacted against the side of his head as Gareki threw it at him in rage. “Get back to the research tower!”
The doctor smirked, leaned in for a kiss that was grudgingly reciprocated, and buttoned up his shirt. He then became serious. “You know, Gareki-kun, I still don’t understand why you’re consenting to this.”
Gareki huffed as he tugged his trousers back on. “Because it’s illegal?”
Akari stilled completely. “… Yes, that too. But mainly why with someone twice your age and male at that?”
Gareki’s eyes slid to focus on his fingers as they fiddled with the button on his pants. “I’m not going to report you, so don’t worry about it.” He mumbled, ignoring the question.
Akari’s eyes narrowed as his mind whirled. “Gareki.”
Glaring eyes met his, and he was taken aback by the fire he saw. “What do you want me to say, Akari?” he spat, using Akari’s name with no suffix in normal conversation for the first time. “That I worship the ground you walk on and I’ll do anything for you like a pathetic loser? Well you’re not going to get it. I thought we had an understanding, and if you want to pick it apart then go ahead, because I don’t give a damn if I never see you again.”
He yanked on his coat and made to angrily stalk past Akari, but a hand caught his and fingers tangled into his own. He stopped with a flinch.
Akari tilted Gareki’s head up to meet his troubled light brown eyes. “I’ll see you when I can.” Akari said. It came out as a command, but had the lilt of a question just at the tail end. He pressed a soft kiss to Gareki’s lips and with a last brush of his finger against Gareki’s cheek, he opened the door and left.
Gareki had never been more unsettled. He rubbed bridge of his nose and told himself he was not going to fall in - in love with that asshole. He didn’t dislike him, that’s true, but there’s no way…
Gareki steeled himself. Yes, definitely no chance.
---
Tsukumo was worried. Ever since coming back from the research tower, Gareki had been more quiet and gruff than usual. Also, Nai had approached her with the odd request of questioning Dr. Akari about whether he was still ‘sad’ or not. Tsukumo had never seen the man sad about anything, only neutral, irritated or determined sometimes. But as the weeks wore on, she picked up on Gareki’s somewhat odd mood and Nai’s subsequent worry. When Yogi had cried and told her about the incident at the research tower which she’d missed due to her own check-up, there were a few possibilities that could be the reason why the teenager was so off-key recently. After all, Gareki didn’t like being told what to do and checkups were definitely a source of irritation.
But she came to a solid, terrible, horrifying conclusion when she was called to fetch Gareki from the mini-library on board the Second Ship.
~
She knew that Dr. Akari had come aboard the ship because Hirato-san had requested his presence to discuss something relating to Nai (though it was probably more of an argument than anything else). It was the middle of the afternoon and she knew Akari had left around an hour prior to Hirato calling her into his office.
She had gone to the library immediately after Hirato had sent her to fetch Gareki. She hoped he wasn’t in trouble for tampering with any of the mechanics around the ship! But when she’d reached for the shiny door handle of one of the double doors, she thought she heard a noise. Was that… a groan? She wrenched the handle and pushed the door open with a serious expression on her face, ready to fight or flight depending on the situation. While she trusted the sheep to disallow any unauthorized entries, there was always the chance someone might accidentally hurt themselves. This being a library, maybe a shelf had fallen on Gareki! Or maybe a sheep had malfunctioned. Oh no, that would be terrible!
But she froze immediately and backpedalled in horror, hoping she didn’t get noticed. She clicked the door quietly closed behind her.
Oh god. She’d found Gareki-kun… with Akari-sensei… and they were…
Tsukumo took off at full speed until she reached her room and dashed inside, closing the door behind her and leaned against it, chest falling and rising as she breathed deeply in shock. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates and she was starting to tremble. This was bad. What should she do?! Gareki-kun was only 15 - underage! - and Akari-sensei was… Akari-sensei! She knew teenagers sometimes engaged in sexual activity before they were legally deemed consenting adults, but they normally participated in the acts with another their own age! Even she hadn’t done anything yet. Tsukumo’s face slowly went from pale, ghostly white, to a deep blush. She’d just seen Akari-sensei and Gareki-kun doing things and while she couldn’t see anywhere in particular, she heard Gareki-kun’s muffled moans and Akari-sensei’s panting and the way Gareki-kun’s legs were in the air and - Stop!, she berated herself. She squeezed her eyes shut but it was no use - the images were burned into her memory. It was strange though, because even as her thoughts spun wildly, she wondered how she didn’t notice how similar those two were. They fit together in a way she never thought possible (granted, she would never think about those types of things anyway) and, a small part of her smiled, they looked pretty good together.
And that brought Tsukumo back to how exactly Gareki-kun and Akari-kun were together.
A knock sounded at her door, shocking her into a frenzy. “Ah - What - !” She opened the door and looked up at Hirato-san who was standing there with an imposing and very serious expression. She hoped she didn’t look as horrified and shocked as she felt, because not only did she fail to retrieve Gareki-kun, she had stumbled onto something that could get two people in a lot, a lot of trouble. She didn’t know what kind of repercussion would arise if people found out, and she didn’t want to think about Gareki-kun being subject to that. Tsukumo tried to force her face to go blank, but by the way Hirato was scrutinizing her, she knew it was failing.
“Tsukumo-kun.” Hirato said, reaching a hand out. “You’re shaking.”
And she looked blankly down at Hirato’s hand curling gently around her palm. Excuses and distractions zoomed through her head as she realised she had to try protect Gareki-kun and hope he and Akari-sensei left the library while she kept Hirato-san busy. Maybe nobody else needed to know, and maybe it was just a misunderstanding between the two of them.
“Did you find Gareki-kun, Tsukumo-kun?” Hirato questioned her, his face unchanging.
“Um… hai.” She couldn’t lie to him.
“Was he by himself?”
Tsukumo flinched in shock. Maybe Hirato knew.
Hirato’s lips pressed into a thin line. He eyed the girl. “Tsukumo.”
Tsukumo squeezed her eyes shut and sent an apology to Gareki-kun. “No,” she whispered.
Hirato let go of her hand, and cursed. “Damn it, Akari!” he muttered. Tsukumo flinched again at the profanity. Hirato-san never seemed to lose control of his cool. She looked up with guilt and pleaded with her eyes for the commander to not punish Gareki-kun.
Hirato’s calm mask fell back into place and he smiled lightly at Tsukumo, “Don’t worry, Tsukumo. I’ll deal with it.”
That’s exactly what Tsukumo was worried about.
---
Akari received a phone call from Hirato. As his phone flashed and vibrated, Akari dropped his pen and laboratory data in irritation and pressed Answer. “What?” he snapped. “I’m busy.”
There was a pause from the other end. Akari opened his mouth to bark at Hirato, but all the breath whooshed out of him as Hirato simply said, “You are not being discreet.”
Now Akari was doing a few things that should be kept discreet, but the one foremost in his mind was his relationship with the gorgeous teenager from Hirato’s ship. Relationship? He wondered distantly at his own choice of words. But Hirato was speaking again, and while his voice inspired such hate within Akari, he dearly hoped Hirato hadn’t called about that particular issue.
“Akari, you really can’t keep it in your pants, can you?” Hirato began, and Akari tried to think of a way out. “Honestly.”
Akari was silent.
“What do you think I should do, Akari?”
The doctor growled into the phone, “It’s none of your business what I do, Hirato. The research tower is out of your jurisdiction. Back off.” He hoped Hirato had found out about one of his previous conquests and not -
“Ah, but the second ship’s library is within my jurisdiction.”
Damn it to hell.
Akari sighed heavily, and tipped his head back as he rested against the back of the chair. “What do you want, Hirato? What can I do to make this go away?” Akari rarely used Hirato’s name, preferring ‘asshole’ or ‘annoyance’, and he knew Hirato was a little taken aback. He suddenly regretted it though, because it would definitely tip off Hirato’s keen senses.
“Nothing. You are the SSS ranked. No matter if you’re breaking the law, it isn’t your fault. Funny how that works, doesn’t it?” Hirato chuckled dryly.
Akari frowned, “Then what?”
Hirato paused again, drawing out the tension. Akari didn’t fall for it, even though he was itching to shout at the irritating commander. “He will be removed,” was what Hirato said.
It made Akari’s breath hitch, and Hirato definitely heard it. But the voice that followed was calm and to-the-point. “Unacceptable. What do you want from me?”
Hirato’s eyebrow rose. It was definitely unusual for Akari to go so far as to defend somebody else so blatantly. Then again, the doctor was very stubborn in general. “Like I said before, nothing. I have no choice but to report this - “
“Of course you have a choice, you bastard!” Akari took a calming breath. “I’m prepared to be in your debt, Hirato. Think about this very seriously, because I’m not going to ever ask this of you again.”
“…” Hirato was extremely surprised. The doctor felt so strongly about Gareki? To even offer a debt with no strings attached…
“Well?” Akari’s voice came expectantly.
“What are your intentions?”
The unexpected question startled Akari. What were his intentions? That was a grey area for himself as well, and for someone he strongly disliked to ask that of him? “None of your business.”
“Akari.” Hirato said very seriously. “He is my ward.”
Akari was starting to get the nauseous feeling the call was slowly turning into a warped version of meet-the-parents. That was wrong on so many levels right now.
“I’m curious.” He bit out finally, immediately wondering what exactly he was curious about. Hurriedly, he continued, “I did nothing he did not consent to.”
“I know.” Hirato said simply, letting Akari’s unwillingness to explain his reasons slide by. He didn’t expect a clear answer anyway. “But you and I both know there will be severe repercussion for him if this gets out.”
“It will not reach that point.”
Hirato laughed once then. Akari could hear the other man’s smirk. “Who knows, maybe your personality will improve.”
Akari hung up.
Hirato listened to the dial tone for a second, then pressed Call End. His smirk dropped and he sighed in exasperation. Really, those two that he’d picked up were involved with Circus in ways he would never have imagined, but he’d always thought Gareki would be less trouble.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
The problem with one’s lover being your doctor is that often, one is partially dressed around them for occupational reasons. And if one’s lover is a very handsome, ruthless, efficient, somewhat annoying older man pervert, it is difficult to defend oneself from them during inopportune moments.
Gareki found himself in Akari’s lap, legs straddling the doctor’s body as they sat in Akari’s uncomfortable office chair.
Akari was mouthing at Gareki’s neck, eliciting delightful sparks and forcing soft moans from the teen’s throat. Gareki tried half-heartedly to push himself away, but the arm around his waist was like an iron band. He felt the doctor’s arousal pressing hot and hard against his rear and try as he might, Gareki couldn’t convince himself to put up a real fight, not when he wanted that thickness sliding into him and filling him to the brim.
“You know,” Gareki panted. “We can’t let my check-ups always end up like this.”
“Mmm,” Akari murmured against him. “I still make sure you’re in top shape, so I don’t see why we can’t.”
Gareki slid an index finger into the loop of Akari’s tie and yanked sharply, the ribbon of material sliding apart easily. It was carelessly tossed to the side onto the desk. His nimble fingers worked to undo the round buttons of Akari’s shirt and he tugged the shirt-tails from the older man’s pants in order to reach the last few. When Akari’s chest and stomach were exposed, Gareki greedily slid his hands along the lean muscles from navel upwards, stopping to grasp at the curls at the nape of the doctor’s neck. He leaned in to press himself against Akari’s upper body and reached for a kiss, his rear inadvertently sliding teasingly against the large bulge straining against neat trouser pants.
When they broke apart, Gareki found himself being divested of his tank top and a mouth around his nipple, a hand squeezing and flicking at the other.
“Ahh~” he moaned, sensitive zaps speeding along his body to translate as blood pooling in his groin.
The doctor’s hands gripped at Gareki’s hips firmly and ground upwards. “Mmmm!” the teen groaned through his teeth. Teasing him with this - Akari really was a bastard sometimes.
They hurriedly pulled off Akari’s belt and unzipped his pants then pulling them down to mid thigh, Gareki sliding back a little as his hands searched for what he wanted -
“Ah!” Akari squeezed out as calloused fingers gripped him firmly and stroked him with abandon. He got a few strokes in when Akari said with difficulty, “Gareki, no, stop it. Let me.”
Akari hooked his fingers into the waistband of Gareki’s soft cotton pants and briefs, dragging them down together. It was a slightly awkward manoeuvrer since Gareki had to hop off the older man’s lap, but they were both so aroused by that point that it no longer mattered. As quickly as he had climbed off, Gareki was back again, sliding his ass over Akari’s strong thighs and pressing their cocks together.
“Uhnn,” Gareki moaned with pleasure at the feeling of warm flesh against his arousal. Fingers were at his entrance as Akari coated his fingers with lubricant quickly, and they sank into Gareki with no warning. The teen jerked and cried out in surprise, but his voice eventually smoothed out in harsh pants against Akari’s throat. “Hah, hahh, uhn..”
“You’re still relaxed from last night, Gareki,” Akari said huskily into his ear. He removed his fingers, gripped onto Gareki’s hips and lifted him up. In one smooth motion, he seated Gareki down, piercing him with his dripping cock.
“Guuuh!” Gareki yelled hoarsely. He was being stretched again, so much, and it felt like Akari’s cock was splitting him in two. He loved it.
Gareki dug his fingers into Akari’s shoulders as he started to move, levering himself up and down, bouncing in Akari’s lap. His own cock slapped against their stomachs as he moved, the obscene noise only driving Gareki into delirious arousal. Precum flowed freely from the tip of his penis, clear beads of pleasure sticking wetly to their skin with each bounce.
“Ahh, yes, Akari! Hah, uuuuuh, uh, uhn!”
Akari was in a state of bliss as the gorgeous teen fucked himself onto his cock over and over again. His slitted eyes watched the motion of Gareki’s head flying back, back arched with nipples taut and sweat glistening on his face and body as he worked himself up and down. The sight was unbelievably erotic and he absolutely loved the noises of pleasure flow freely from Gareki’s mouth.
“So good, uhn, uhn,” Akari groaned, the slipping and sliding around his cock and Gareki’s arousal driving him up the wall. “That’s it, Gareki. Ah - just like that - uhn!”
*Knock knock*
They froze, Gareki trembling on Akari’s lap as they both flicked their heads towards the door. Akari knew it was locked and the soundproofing was good.
“WHAT?” he roared, still thrusting shallowly upwards into Gareki. The teen suddenly smirked, and Akari realised in horror what was about to happen.
“Um, A-akari-sensei,” a timid voice began.
Akari clenched down and squeezed his eyes shut as Gareki started moving again, slamming his rear down onto his engorged cock before lifting almost completely up and then slamming back down again. This was not happening! Akari barely held back a loud groan of pleasure as Gareki leaned back a little and drew his knees further up while continuing to fuck himself onto Akari’s penis. The view of his cock sliding in and out of the glistening ring of muscle behind Gareki’s balls was excruciatingly erotic. Gareki’s eyes were hooded and mischievous, fluttering closed now and then as the pleasure overrode his senses.
“GO AWAY.” He shouted to whoever dared interrupt him.
“But, Akari-sensei - um - “
“Uuuhhhhn,” Akari bit out, unable to hold back his voice. Gareki had shoved the back of his hand against his mouth and was biting down, muffling his sounds of pleasure. Unfortunately, this merely made Akari more turned on, and he started to lift his hips in time with Gareki’s bounces.
“Are you okay, Akari-sensei?!” the annoying voice said, a worried lilt audible.
Akari choked back a gasp as Gareki slid a hand down to tweak his own nipples, his head tossing to the side in bliss. The doctor watched with bated breath as that hand snuck down, past the lightly muscled torso and curled around the wet cock. Gareki began to jack himself off, continuing to lift himself up and down over Akari’s manhood. The teen was really going to get it for teasing him when that idiot researcher left!
“YES. Go AWAY. Leave your report at the door and MOVE IT!”
He heard a squeak from the other side of the door and a thunk of paper hitting the ground. Footsteps gradually became fainter, and Akari let out a growl. “Gareki…”
“Heh - ah, hah, hah - Akari….” Gareki mocked.
‘Ah!!” He suddenly shouted in surprise. Akari forcefully dragged the teen forwards again, sandwiching Gareki’s hand and cock between them. Gareki let go and let his sex rub against their bodies, the feeling of being compressed far hotter when it was against Akari’s defined abdomen.
Akari’s hands began to help Gareki lift up and slam back down forcefully, cock hitting Gareki’s prostate dead on with each thrust.
“Ohh, oh, uhnn, Akari, ahh, yes!”
Gareki’s cries filled the room as Akari sped up his hips, pounding into Gareki’s asshole ruthlessly as they reached their peaks. The slapping noise became louder and louder as Akari fucked in harder, pushing Gareki onto that precipice.
“Hah - ahhh! - I can’t - Akari - UUUUUUHHH!” Gareki yelled as he came, shooting ropes of white cum upwards to splatter over their chests and up to Gareki’s chin. It dripped downwards to dirty sweaty skin and it slid between their bodies slickly as Akari continued to move.
Akari couldn’t hold back at that sight. The positively pornographic way Gareki sprayed cum all over himself and the tightening around his cock was too much.
“Uuuuuuuuhn!” he groaned with abandon, pushing himself deep within Gareki’s rear and seeing white as sticky cum shot into his lover, filling Gareki’s ass to the brim with evidence of their pleasure. His seed kept coming and coming, and Gareki moaned, “Ahhhhh!” The teen’s passage twitched around his seated cock, and Akari’s teeth were gritted as his climax continued until he felt the last burst of cum release from his body and he relaxed.
Akari slid his hands around to pull Gareki to his chest, their sweaty bodies and heartbeats pressed together. He didn’t want to slide out from the teen’s body just yet and Gareki didn’t seem to want to move either.
“Tch,” Gareki said against his throat. “You’re insatiable.”
Akari chuckled, a rumbling noise from deep within his chest. “You don’t seem to complain about it while we’re doing it.”
Gareki weakly slapped the doctor’s upper left bicep. “Shut up.”
Gareki was not happy about waking up with wires taped to his bare torso, a needle in his arm and Akari looming over him behind his clipboard. He tried to sit up but immediately regretted it as his head swam.
“I wouldn’t do that.” Akari’s voice broke into his dizziness.
Gareki did his best to glare at the doctor but it came out much feebler than he would have expected. Gareki didn’t like feeling vulnerable, and at the moment, he was feeling very much exposed and not in control.
“What happened?” he muttered, sliding his eyes to stare at the ceiling that Akari wasn’t blocking.
Akari put his clipboard onto the small table beside Gareki’s hospital bed. Wordlessly, he removed the needle from Gareki’s right arm and disposed of it before crossing his arms. He didn’t touch the wires. “You don’t remember? You fainted on the expedition and they had to fly you back.”
“Tch.”
“You’ve haven’t been resting; expeditions are strain your body.” Akari’s gaze was hard as his eyes bored into Gareki’s.
Gareki locked eyes with the doctor. “I’m fine.”
Akari’s lips turned up in a smirk, and Gareki’s eyes narrowed. “Explain why you’re in a hospital bed then.”
“You….”
Gareki had had enough. He carefully sat up again and started removing the monitor pads. Suddenly, Akari’s hand shot out and halted his movements. Gareki looked up to face Akari’s frown.
“I’m not discharging you yet.”
“I don’t care. I’m leaving.”
Akari’s eyes darkened. “That is not your call.”
Gareki struggled against the hand that was now gripping his wrist tightly. “The hell it isn’t! Let me go!”
He was released. Gareki panted softly as his exertion of strength sapped more energy from his weakened body. He watched with suspicion as Akari spun on his heel and strode towards the main entrance. Akari halted before he reached it, and said authoritatively, “Everybody out.”
Nurses that Gareki hadn’t realised were there (of course there would be nurses! How could he not notice, he thought to himself) scurried out with squeaks and tittering, looking back at him now and again. Gareki was very suspicious now, his eyes taking in every movement of Akari’s back. He had the feeling something he was the only patient in the ward at the moment, and something bad was coming. He started to peel the pads off again and was looking around for his shirt when he heard the lock click and Akari’s firm footsteps heading towards him again.
Gareki hopped off the bed quickly, wincing as his head decided to tilt his world sideways once more. He steadied himself with a hand on the bed.
Akari was stripping off his lab coat.
Now normally, the teen wouldn’t back down from a fight, but with the way his head was spinning, this was a situation that called for flight not fight.
Gareki’s mind was whirring, even as his eyes darted around for a weapon of some sort to defend himself from the psycho that looked like he was about to attack him. “Don’t come near me,” he said, hoping the sound of his voice would distract Akari for a moment and he maybe he could grab the clipboard and throw it, then run...
He had a sinking feeling he wasn’t getting out of here that easily though. Who knows if the research tower staff had combat training or not? They might be mostly female, but he knew Tsukumo could pack a pretty damn good punch (and kick… and throw…). Even if Akari wasn’t trained, he was still bigger and heavier than Gareki. And he was weak right now. Gareki hissed in frustration, still keeping his eyes trained on Akari who was getting closer by the second.
Shit, maybe that’s why Yogi was so afraid of him. Maybe he beat his patients into submission or something! Or laced their body with sedatives! Damn it! He had to get out of here.
Gareki took a breath, steeled his nerves and tensed. His arm shot out to grab onto the clipboard and flung it at the doctor, before gritting his teeth and made a dash for the door.
Akari’s hands shot out to stop him, but he ducked, aimed a kick at the back of Akari’s knee to disturb his balance and continued his beeline for the door. He reached for the handle and grinned victoriously to himself at his success, but then a strong arm wound around his waist, spinning him, and hand shoved him back into the door.
Gareki’s fingers scrabbled and tried to pry himself out of the unmoving hold. When it became obvious that he wasn’t going to get away, he looked up at Akari with the most poisonous glare he could muster.
He did not expect the doctor’s handsome face to be bent down to mere inches from his own. He expected a smirk that said, “I win,” but he really did not think it would be combined with darkened brown eyes that locked onto his with smooth satisfaction and arousal.
Gareki definitely didn’t count on his own pupils flaring and his breath picking up in pace just the tiniest bit.
But Akari was a doctor and he was trained to spot and analyse vital signs. His smirk widened. “Gareki-kun.” He said lowly. “You’re not leaving without my permission.” The hand pinning Gareki’s right shoulder to the door slid to trace a sharp collarbone then up to Gareki’s chin. Akari firmly grasped the teen’s jaw and leaned in closer, breath ghosting over soft lips.
“You don’t know how much you tempt me,” he said, a mild frown gracing his features. Akari pressed closer, sliding a trouser-clad leg between Gareki’s own.
Gareki cursed mentally as his body betrayed him, pressing less against the door and more towards the warm figure in front of him. But when lips descended onto his own, he protested and renewed his struggle. Oh god, he was being molested by a man. He bit down on an invading lip, relishing the sound of surprise and pain. Getting an arm free, he made to sock the pervert in his pretty face, but it was halted before it made contact.
Akari’s frown deepened. “Why are you struggling? Stop it.”
“Why wouldn’t I be struggling, you bastard!” Gareki hissed loudly. “Don’t touch me, you freak!”
Realization dawned upon Akari’s face. “Have you never done this before?” he asked bluntly, sharp eyes taking in Gareki’s unwanted blush.
“That’s none of your business, and never will be! Let go.”
Akari only smirked in response. “Well, that’s even better. I’ll make you scream,” he whispered into Gareki’s ear.
A hand made its way to unbuckle Gareki’s belt and brush against his arousal. Gareki clenched his teeth together and shoved at Akari as best as he could. “You have no right!” he hissed with rage.
Akari didn’t reply, merely popping the button on Gareki’s pants and slid the zipper down. It dawned on Gareki that this was actually happening and a tendril of fear snaked into his consciousness. It was drowned away by pleasure the moment a hand dipped into his briefs and closed around his semi-hard, warm flesh.
Gareki arched into Akari’s chest as the hand stroked him firmly, gasps escaping unwillingly. “S-stop it! Don’t do that - ahhhhh!”
Akari gripped Gareki’s cock firmly and thumbed the glistening tip. His darkened eyes travelled down the teen’s bared chest to land on the definitely arousing view. His own cock had hardened unbelieveably and strained against his neat trousers.
At this point, Gareki had lost control of his mouth and body. He panted into shoulder as he fell forward, arms clenching and flexing their hold of Akari’s upper arms. All too soon, he was trembling and fought to stay upright as the doctor’s hand tipped him towards the edge.
A husky whisper made its way through the haze, “You look so good like this, Gareki-kun.”
All of a sudden, he was picked up and dumped onto the nearest hospital bed. Akari crawled over him, blocking the view of the ceiling with his body. Gareki looked up at him and wondered when this had gotten so out of hand. And then the hand was back, stroking him firmly.
“Ahhh, you bastard!” Gareki groaned out. “You can’t - shit! - get off - UUUUUUUUUUUH!” He arched upwards as cum shot onto his stomach, chest, and chin, painting him with white. Gareki collapsed back onto the bed as his chest heaved and head swam in dazed pleasure.
He was startled by the rustling of cloth and looked up to see Akari pulling off his tie. The older man’s shirt was half undone already, showing a lean, smooth chest. Gareki’s gazed fixated on that flesh as the shirt gradually became completely unbuttoned and he tentatively pressed his palm against Akari’s sternum. He started mildy and looked at Akari in surprise as he felt a racing heartbeat not unlike his own.
Akari pulled him into a kiss which developed into a full-blown affair of tongue and teeth when Gareki’s mouth granted Akari access. Sparks flew behind Gareki’s eyes as soft flesh smoothed over his lips and tangle with his tongue, and he wondered again, how they ended up like this and when he had given into the handsome man.
Akari moved away again, and took in Gareki’s positively sinful appearance. His hair was tousled, sweat and cum glistening and drying on his body, cheeks and cock flushed with pleasure. It must be good to be a teenager, he thought salaciously, as Gareki started to show some interest again. With another peck to Gareki’s lips, he made to undo his own belt and leisurely pulled his pants off.
Gareki’s eyes widened as Akari’s cock sprung out from its confines, thick and dripping with need. It was strange looking at another man’s manhood, but combined with Akari’s feral expression, he found it strangely stimulating. A drop of precum leaked from Akari’s substantial cock and Gareki watched, unable to look away, as it dripped onto his own inner thigh as Akari hovered over him.
Abruptly, Gareki was brought into the present and logical thought returned. Akari was going to…
Akari watched the thoughts flash across Gareki’s face. He stilled, cock aching painfully to bury itself within the gorgeous male spread out before him. He was not a rapist.
Gareki’s expression blanked and Akari knew he would have to get off and they would probably pretend this never happened. He kept a steady gaze on Gareki’s eyes to confirm this.
Gareki read the message as easily as he read books. ‘I’m giving you a chance to back away before we do something you might regret.’
But it was the little something that flashed across Akari’s eyes that made his decision for him. The something that struck a chord within Gareki. The streak of vulnerability that lurked beneath Akari’s strict demeanour. The streak that read of loneliness and desire and passion and … unbelievable, irrational care for Gareki. Gareki sucked in a breath in amazement, even as Akari’s expression closed up once more.
Slender arms wound around a neck and fingers threaded through ruffled peach locks. Gareki’s eyes dropped to half mast and he bent one knee up even as he pulled Akari down for a kiss. They both hissed as their cocks met and slid together dangerously. He noted with some pleasure that Akari’s expression was almost comically surprised.
“Come on, Akari-sensei. Are you waiting for something?” Gareki smirked against Akari’s lips.
Desire tilted up Akari’s lip as well. “No, Gareki-kun. I think we can continue straight on.” He mouthed at Gareki’s neck, tongue flicking out to taste the sweat mingled with a scent that was pure Gareki. He was rewarded with a pleased hum and fingers tightening in his hair. He swiped a finger through the drying evidence of Gareki’s pleasure and, keeping Gareki’s eyes on his own, popped the digit into his mouth. He chuckled at the disgusted expression he was graced with.
“Why would you do that? Ugh that’s gross.” Gareki muttered, cheeks blushing darker nonetheless.
Akari bent down to whisper in Gareki’s ear, purposefully sliding his body against the teen’s and relished the strangled moan. “Because you taste so good,” he said lowly.
Gareki’s cheeks inflamed even more. His hand tugged at Akari’s hair sharply, “Don’t say things like that, you pervert!”
Akari merely raised an eyebrow and lapped at Gareki’s chest. Gareki was sure he was going to have some sort of fit by now, with the way his head was heady with pleasure and body tingling and hypersensitive to the older man’s every move.
He felt fingers prod at his backside and his eyes widened. “Wha- AH!” he jolted in surprise. At Akari’s raised eyebrow, he gritted his teeth against the pain, even as his erection wavered. A second finger joined the first and the sensation was not pleasant at all.
A third and fourth entered beside the first two, and Gareki’s body clenched down, trying to evade the sensation.
He glared up at Akari. The doctor merely watched him carefully, and suddenly smirked. Gareki’s back arched and eyes snapped shut as Akari carefully pressed against something within him that had his cock filling up to full mast again.
“Shiiiiiit!” Gareki moaned. “Oh god, oh - Ahhhhh!”
Akari drank in the erotic vision of Gareki panting and groaning as his fingers thrust deeper, pressing against that spot each time. His eyes were wild as his previously combed back hair flopped into a natural fringe that was beginning to stick to his face as he tried to ignore his positively dripping cock. Clear beads of precum ran down from the slit to trail down the length of his shaft and dampen his soft pubic hair.
“Shit!” Gareki yelped. “I can’t - Ah! Come on, old man!”
Akari’s eyes narrowed. “Old man?”
And without ceremony, he removed his fingers, pulled Gareki’s hips towards his own and slid into his tight heat until he was completely buried within Gareki.
“Unhhhh!” Gareki squeezed out as his breath almost stopped. Akari’s head dropped to rest against Gareki’s forehead as he tried not to move. Gareki’s muscles were fluttering around his cock and if he didn’t want to come right there and then, he needed to focus.
“Gareki,” he bit out. “I’m going to fuck you into the mattress for calling me an old man.”
Gareki met Akari’s grin with his own. “I’ll hold you to that.”
And then Akari pulled out until only the head remained within Gareki before thrusting in with his whole weight.
Gareki moaned in pleasure as Akari repeated the motion again and again and again and before he knew it, he was rolling his hips onto Akari’s cock as it plowed into him. Gareki vaguely recognised himself groaning into Akari’s mouth as the older man caught him in a sloppy kiss as his hips continued to move strongly back and forth.
“Yes, oh god, yes, yes, ahhh!”
Akari was not in much of a better state of mind. All he could focus on was the delicious heat wrapped around his cock and the lithe body hanging onto him for dear life as he panted heavily into Gareki’s ear with each thrust. Abruptly, he grabbed hold of the teen and flipped their bodies so that Gareki was seated heavily on his hardness. They both moaned at the sensation of Akari sliding even deeper.
Gareki’s fingers were pressed into Akari’s shoulders so hard there would definitely be bruises. He was lifted up and dropped onto that searing flesh again and damn it if he didn’t love that feeling of fullness and pressure against that spot inside him.
“Gareki,” Akari panted, speeding up his thrusts so that Gareki could do little but let him do as he liked. “Very soon, I’m going to- ah!”
Gareki clenched strongly around Akari’s hard cock, causing him to lose his train of speech. He grinning widely before Akari focused on his face with determination and then flipped them back onto the bed again so that the older man could ram into his ass at his own pace.
Gareki could feel he wasn’t going to last very long. “Akari…” he said with a strangled voice. “I can’t - anymore - I - Uh!!”
Akari groaned in unison as he felt Gareki start to tighten up unbelievably. “Look at me,” he ordered, his voice littered with the staccato beat of his thrusts. “Look at me as you cum all over yourself again. Gareki….”
Gareki couldn’t hold off the pleasure any longer, and he locked his eyes onto Akari’s before he fell over the cliff and screamed. Blinding white filled his vision as he came in ropes and ropes across Akari’s chest and his own again, globs of cum sliding down the curve of his pectorals to trail onto his sides.
Akari wasn’t close behind. His eyes took in the seductive arch of Gareki’s back, the face contorted in blinding passion, the cum that burst from Gareki’s redden, stiff cock, the tightening around his manhood, and he couldn’t hold it back -
“Ahhhh!” Gareki moaned as he felt wet heat shoot into his body, Akari’s body pushing as deep as it could into his hole, the grip at his hips strengthening almost unbearably. He twitched as Akari caused a second wave of pleasure to wash over his senses. He soaked up Akari’s strangled, “UUUUHN!” and forced his eyes open to take in the handsome man’s body becoming taut and the cords of his neck tightening as he fell into his blinding release.
The older man’s heavy body almost fell onto him, before Akari caught himself on his elbows, hovering over Gareki. They shared a slow, pleasurable kiss as Akari ran a hand through Gareki’s sweaty hair.
“...” Gareki panted when they separated, what they had done finally setting in.
Akari looked at him with sated eyes and a smirk. A weak punch thrown at his chest.
“Shut up.” Gareki grumbled.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Akari slid from Gareki’s body. A squelching sound had them aware that cum most definitely leaked from Gareki’s asshole and was staining the sheets as they lay on them. Akari felt strangely pleased and possessive of the gorgeous teenager that grimaced in disgust at the white fluid seeping from his body.
“We’re never doing this again. This is disgusting.” Gareki scowled, pushing Akari away to sit up.
Akari rolled off the bed and pondered how to look presentable in the journey from the hospital ward to the showers. He fixed Gareki with an amused expression, “You should never call me old.”
Gareki stood up as well and winced at the pain that shot up his spine and the fluid that now ran down his thighs. “Damn it.” He reached for his briefs and pants before he suddenly lost his balance and tilted to the side. Before he hit the floor, a bare arm caught him and he was pressed naked against the equally naked doctor. Now that the haze of pleasure was not set up on him, he involuntarily reddened in mortification.
Gareki tried to push away from Akari, but the older man held onto him tightly.
“You’re still weak from fainting and lack of sleep, Gareki-kun.” Akari said.
Gareki tried not be calmed by the strong, steady heartbeat against his shoulder, but lost the battle. He shut his eyes. “Yeah.”
“Come, we must clean up.” Akari’s hand trailed over Gareki’s soft skin.
“Mmm yeah…”
“Gareki-kun. Don’t fall unconscious.”
“…”
Akari sighed as the teen went limp. How to get to the hospital bathrooms with Gareki in tow? He paused and looked down at the sleeping head against his neck. After some thought, he brushed a kiss onto Gareki’s forehead and for a moment, let himself believe everything would be fine.
----
Yogi’s lower lip trembled as his eyes filled with fearful tears. “Noooo!” he wailed. “Akari-sensei is so scary wahhhhhh!”
Gareki rolled his eyes at Yogi’s over-dramatic response to the check-up request. “Ne, Gareki-kun?” Nai asked from beside him. Gareki crossed his arms and looked down at him.
“Nani?”
“Why are only Yogi-kun, Tsukumo-chan and I seeing the doctors? Gareki-kun was attacked by the monster too!”
Gareki sighed and distantly watched as Yogi was dragged away by Tsukumo towards an exam room. Around him, the bright lighting of the general ward accentuated its size and Gareki fought a violent blush as he recalled what had gone on between himself and a particular doctor in this very ward not two weeks ago. They hadn’t had any contact since then, and Gareki was fine with that. After all, he had woken up clean and dressed again in a hospital bed after they… It was utterly humiliating to even think about the fact that Akari must have wiped him clean and redressed him! It was only now, after a simple mission to the city of Yalor that had taken a bad turn, that he was even at the research tower.
Gareki perched on the arm of a nearby chair and muttered, “I didn’t fight the valga, remember? And I’m not an animal.”
Nai just tilted his head. “But Gareki-kun, you were hiding with me in the dark place Yogi told us to go to and that man with the stick - !”
Nai’s eyes swirled as Gareki threw a pillow at him. “Shut up!” Gareki hissed. “I told you not to say anything about that!”
“Say anything about what?”
Gareki tensed at the voice suddenly beside him. His eyes travelled up a neatly buttoned white coat, to the straight necktie and then met pink-brown eyes. He kept his expression as blank as possible. “Nothing.”
Akari’s eyebrow arched. “You’re lying about something. Tell me right now.”
At this point, Nai had recovered and came up towards Akari’s imposing figure nervously to look up at him. “Uhm,” he started, then meeting Gareki’s pointed, dangerous stare, faltered. Now, two hard stares were directed at him and he trembled with nervousness. He balled his fists and sucked in a breath of determination and blurted, “Gareki-kun fought off the bad man that tried to - to - kidnap us while Yogi-kun and Tsukumo-chan were fighting! He protected me! Please don’t be angry at Gareki-kun!”
Gareki groaned and facepalmed. Akari’s eyebrow just rose some more as he looked back and forth between Nai and Gareki. Nai was almost quivering with resolve to make sure his friend was okay.
Akari flicked his head to the side and called out, “You. Take Nai over there and give him a general checkup. Send him back here once you’re done and leave me the data.” The unfortunate man who had been walking past nodded hurriedly and grasped Nai’s shoulder, guiding him away from the SSS ranked researcher and the other kid. He had other things to do as well! But Akari-sensei’s words were top priority.
As the two turned into a different room, Akari turned to face Gareki who had now fixed his gaze upon a potted plant at the side of the room.
Akari frowned and turned on his heel. “Follow me.” He commanded.
Gareki huffed but complied.
When they had reached an empty examination room, Akari motioned Gareki inside, then followed him in, clicking the door shut behind them. The room wasn’t small, but it wasn’t particularly spacious either. A bed was positioned against the wall, a couch at the end of it against the far wall. A table, chair and bookshelf filled to the brim sat opposite the bed, and a single window looked out into blue sky beside the bed. Potted plants decorated the corners of the room and the scent of flowers reached Gareki’s nose.
“Take a seat.” Akari said from behind him. Without looking backwards, he headed for the couch and plonked himself heavily onto it, crossing his arms and legs.
Akari didn’t sit on the lone chair, but moved to stand in front of Gareki. “I didn’t say sit on the couch, Gareki-kun. The bed, now.”
Gareki didn’t move, just looked up defiantly and tried to calm his erratic heartbeat at the mention of a bed. With Akari on top of him… Stop!
Akari’s expression grew annoyed. “You need a checkup. If you were attacked, you need to have any injuries looked at and treated.” Akari’s voice dropped in an irritated mutter. “I thought you, in particular, would understand the risks of infections.”
When Gareki didn’t move, Akari sighed in exasperation and yanked the teen off the couch by his shirt and flung him onto the bed.
“Oi!” Gareki protested, elbow smarting from the awkward landing. “What do you think you’re doing?” He righted himself to be seated on the edge of the bed.
Large hands came towards him and unzipped his jacket. “If you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one.” Akari said blandly, fingers working the jacket off Gareki’s shoulders even as he struggled against him.
“Alright, alright! I can do it myself.” Gareki grumbled, shoving Akari’s hands away. He tugged the sleeves off and pushed the jacket to the side, then faced the doctor expectantly. “Well? Get on with it.”
Akari’s eyes flashed as his took in Gareki’s outfit. The teen had opted to wear a blue tank top that dipped low at the neckline and had slashes cut horizontally along the front to one side, teasing glimpses of skin showing between the corset-like rope pattern that held the tears together. The tank top also only reached above Gareki’s navel, letting Akari feast his eyes on a sliver of smooth stomach and belly button. Gareki’s pants weren’t much better. Hidden by his long jacket, they were not simply a pair of standard grey pants but instead had vertical strips cut out at thigh height, wrapping down the length of Gareki’s leg in a spiral til they hit the teen’s knee.
Gareki watched as an expression he had seen before on Akari’s face reappeared. Oh no. That was not happening again. “Hey,” he tried. “Hurry up.”
Akari flicked his eyes down the length of Gareki’s body, hovering at the crotch before meeting his eyes. He slowly smirked.
“Take your shirt off,” he instructed with a purr, stalking slowly towards the smaller male.
“What the hell? Why should I take - “
“Take your shirt off.” He repeated firmly. His body language spoke of no arguments.
Gareki tried to fight off another incoming blush as he angrily yanked the revealing shirt off, tossing it to join the jacket crumpled in the corner. He was suddenly hit with a sense of déjà vu that didn’t bode well for him.
When hands came out to slip off his goggles, he ground out, “it took me days to walk properly, you bastard!”
Akari’s amused smirk only deepened. “I’ll be sure to fix it for you before you leave this time, then.” He was struck with how attached he was to the teen when his arousal started to rise at the sight of Gareki’s body responding to his light touches down his arms. His fingers left a trail of goosebumps down Gareki’s arms, and pink nipples had started to perk. He just wanted a taste…
“Mmm…!” Gareki voiced as a warm mouth latched onto a sensitive nipple, tongue lathing over it and playing with it. “What are you - !”
He was pushed backwards firmly til only his calves hung over the edge of the bed. Akari mouthed at his chest, nipping lightly, a trail of saliva glistening as that warmth travelled to lap at his other nipple. Gareki found his fingers winding through peach-coloured hair
Suddenly, Akari’s face was in front of his and serious eyes bored down at him. “Do you want to do this? Because I can’t hold myself back from you anymore.” Akari said. “I don’t know why - ugh. What am I doing!”
At that, he backed away from Gareki, running a hand through his now-tousled locks. His confusion and frustration projected onto Gareki, who angrily reached for the pillow and clutched onto it.
“That’s what I’ve been saying, you prick!” he said, inciting Akari’s frustration even more. “I didn’t ask for you to - to - come onto me!” His hands clenched until the knuckles were white.
Akari did not like the way his emotions were running too high and out of control. Arousal still spiked through him as he took in the sight and smell of Gareki on the bed, and he berated himself for even thinking the first time was not a mistake.
“...” He was silent, not looking directly at his one-time lover.
He jerked when Gareki hurriedly shrugged on his jacket without putting on his shirt again and fled out the door, leaving it open behind him. The surprised sounds of whoever was walking past outside reached his ears. And then -
“Gareki-kuun?! What are you doing without your shirt!! You’ll catch a cold!” “Go away!”
Yogi.
Akari groaned into a hand. Straightening his lab coat and smoothing his hair back again, he strode towards the door to tell Yogi to shut up and get back to his exam room, but instead paused as he witnessed Yogi and Gareki tussling. Yogi had his arm latched onto Gareki’s upper arm and he flailed as he apparently tried to block the view of the squealing nurses and wriggle Gareki’s jacket off and put his shirt back on all at once.
A flash of rage ran through Akari’s veins, and he approached the pair. His aura had become menacing, and Yogi trembled and shrunk down even as he slowly turned around. Gareki’s flaming face and violent tugging of his jacket closed added fuel to the fire.
“Get. Back. To. Your. Room.” Akari intoned.
Yogi whimpered and latched closer to Gareki who tried to shove him off with disgust. “But - but - Akari-sensei! Gareki’s going to get sick if - “
A resounding slap. Yogi clutched his reddened and throbbing hand as he turned betrayed eyes onto his shorter friend. “Ga-rekii~~” he complained.
Gareki glared at him and everyone else that was staring. “Don’t cling onto me like that.”
Akari felt a twisted sort of pleasure as Gareki stepped away from Yogi. He started mentally. Why was he feeling this way? Yogi was a crybaby and an idiot, but the casual way in which he touched Gareki sprouted decidedly… unnerving emotions within himself. Good god, was he jealous? Over a kid not even half his age?
At Yogi’s split second recovery and launch towards Gareki once more, Akari stepped in. “Gareki,” he said. “We haven’t finished our discussion yet.”
He firmly took hold of Gareki’s wrist and just about dragged the sullen teenager back into the exam room, locking the door this time. He spun quickly and slammed his hands onto the door beside Gareki’s head, body now framing Gareki’s smaller one. On seeing Gareki’s eyes widen in shock, he closed his own and sighed, leaning in to bury his nose in sleek black hair.
“What am I doing?” he murmured again. Lips descended to swoop Gareki into a kiss. The teen’s body seemed to react automatically to his, pressing greedily towards the hard body that bent over him.
But as abruptly as that happened, Gareki pulled away with a hiss. “You asshole. I’m not some fucktoy you can just use whenever you like! I decided I wouldn’t kill you for taking my … virginity……… but there’s no way that this,” he gestured between themselves with a hand, “is going to happen. Ever!” He emphasized his outburst with a sharp jab at Akari’s chest.
“And I thought you were different.” He muttered angrily.
Ducking from underneath Akari’s arm, he seated himself on the bed again and unzipped his jacket. “You want me for a checkup? You’ve got it. But touch me again in that way, I’ll end you.”
Akari stared in surprise at Gareki’s onslaught of words. It was true that he wanted back into Gareki’s body again, but what really shocked him was the depth of the hurt he saw in Gareki’s expression. Sure he had slept around before, and the women (and occasional man) were always annoyed when he blew them off, both parties always knew it was just fucking. But with Gareki… there was electricity. And Akari felt a resounding ache at the teen’s hurt. Akari wanted to dig into him and know Gareki, but at the same time, didn’t, because he had a strong suspicion that his initial compassion for the teen could be blown into unbelievable proportions.
“Alright.” He said finally.
Gareki was able to leave unscathed from the exam room, but somehow he was disappointed the doctor didn’t put up a fight. Alien disappointment struck him at his core, and he scowled at his own naivety even as Nai bounced up to greet him. He didn’t need people like that, and people didn’t need him like that. How stupid was he to think that someone did?
Nai felt sad when Gareki’s bitterness struck him with full force. However, he kept his mouth shut, because he knew that Gareki didn’t like being asked how he was feeling. But Nai was still sad. Dr. Akari’s troubled aura also made him sad, but Dr. Akari was scary. He’d ask Tsukumo-chan to see if Dr. Akari was okay!
----
How Gareki found himself splayed back on a table with Akari’s cock up his ass again was beyond him. His eyes were unfocused as the doctor leaned over him, bending him almost in half with his legs in the air but spread wide so Akari could slam into him.
“Ahhh!” he cried out as the thick length pressed into him over and over. His hand came up to his mouth and he bit down to muffle the embarrassing noises coming from his mouth. They were on the Second Ship too for god’s sake, and - Uhhh - who knows if a sheep would suddenly appear to check out the disturbance. And he had promised himself never to get carried away again but - SHIT - UHNN! It was so good - Ah!
Akari panted lowly into Gareki’s ear even as he pounded into his behind and fisted the teen’s cock roughly, the whole table shaking as it resisted ripping out from the floor. “Gareki,” he groaned quietly. “I’m going to come inside you again. Would you like that?”
Gareki moaned in erotic delight behind his hand as his body remembered the feeling of warm wetness coating his insides and sparking that second burst of pleasure after he reached his climax. Akari’s unbuttoned shirt hung down and brushed against him with every thrust, his own torn at the straps and bunched at his waist. His pants and briefs were somewhere in the room, and he distantly cursed the doctor who had merely unzipped his fly and shoved his boxers down enough to free his hot, throbbing penis and slide it into Gareki’s body.
“Yessss, come on! Harder! Ahhhh!” Gareki moaned.
“You like that don’t you?” Akari panted back at him, aroused beyond belief at Gareki’s uncontrolled encouragement. He pushed in deeper and deeper, revelling in the sharp sound of pleasure that he received. “I’m going to make you cum now, Gareki-kun.”
Akari’s thrusts sped up and Gareki’s head flew back to slam against the table as his muscles tensed and he could feel himself reaching the pinnacle, just a bit more and then - “UUUUUUUUH!” Cum sprayed into Akari’s hand and onto the doctor’s stomach, drizzling down towards where they were joined.
Akari groaned hoarsely and he bent his head to watch his cock slide in and out of Gareki’s hole as the lean body twitched and shuddered in his arms. He bit down onto Gareki’s neck as muscles tightened down onto his cock unbearably and Akari felt his release explode from himself. It came out in stuttered bursts, cum filling up Gareki to the brim and sliding wetly around Akari’s cock as he slowed down and thrust languidly forwards and back.
Akari finally stopped and slid out, the squelching noise again making Gareki’s nose shrivel in distaste. “Goddamn.” He grimaced, moving to slide off the table even as his body protested. A hand pressed against his stomach gently and a cloth pressed against his backside and wiped the residual fluid away.
Gareki watched Akari’s motions carefully. He kept still as the doctor extracted a small tube of salve from his coat pocket but raised an eyebrow at him as if to say, ‘you planned this?’
Akari merely gave him a mildly withering glance and said, “No, this is some general use topical painkiller. It won’t completely remove the pain, but it will lessen it.” He squeezed a small amount onto his fingers and repocketed the tubed, massaging it gently against Gareki’s lower spine and backside.
At Gareki’s continued raised eyebrow, he continued, “I keep it for emergency cuts and bruises. It’s very potent and speeds up healing.” His eyes were trained onto his hands now, and Gareki moved to accommodate him when he nudged gently against his hip.
“You shouldn’t be in pain in a few hours.” Akari tucked himself back into his pants at this stage, and Gareki was slightly - very slightly - pleased that Akari moved to look after him first before taking care of himself.
But then he groaned. “You ripped my shirt, you bastard!”
Akari chuckled and just tossed the teen’s jacket at him. “Just go change in your room and stop whining.”
Akari’s lab coat impacted against the side of his head as Gareki threw it at him in rage. “Get back to the research tower!”
The doctor smirked, leaned in for a kiss that was grudgingly reciprocated, and buttoned up his shirt. He then became serious. “You know, Gareki-kun, I still don’t understand why you’re consenting to this.”
Gareki huffed as he tugged his trousers back on. “Because it’s illegal?”
Akari stilled completely. “… Yes, that too. But mainly why with someone twice your age and male at that?”
Gareki’s eyes slid to focus on his fingers as they fiddled with the button on his pants. “I’m not going to report you, so don’t worry about it.” He mumbled, ignoring the question.
Akari’s eyes narrowed as his mind whirled. “Gareki.”
Glaring eyes met his, and he was taken aback by the fire he saw. “What do you want me to say, Akari?” he spat, using Akari’s name with no suffix in normal conversation for the first time. “That I worship the ground you walk on and I’ll do anything for you like a pathetic loser? Well you’re not going to get it. I thought we had an understanding, and if you want to pick it apart then go ahead, because I don’t give a damn if I never see you again.”
He yanked on his coat and made to angrily stalk past Akari, but a hand caught his and fingers tangled into his own. He stopped with a flinch.
Akari tilted Gareki’s head up to meet his troubled light brown eyes. “I’ll see you when I can.” Akari said. It came out as a command, but had the lilt of a question just at the tail end. He pressed a soft kiss to Gareki’s lips and with a last brush of his finger against Gareki’s cheek, he opened the door and left.
Gareki had never been more unsettled. He rubbed bridge of his nose and told himself he was not going to fall in - in love with that asshole. He didn’t dislike him, that’s true, but there’s no way…
Gareki steeled himself. Yes, definitely no chance.
---
Tsukumo was worried. Ever since coming back from the research tower, Gareki had been more quiet and gruff than usual. Also, Nai had approached her with the odd request of questioning Dr. Akari about whether he was still ‘sad’ or not. Tsukumo had never seen the man sad about anything, only neutral, irritated or determined sometimes. But as the weeks wore on, she picked up on Gareki’s somewhat odd mood and Nai’s subsequent worry. When Yogi had cried and told her about the incident at the research tower which she’d missed due to her own check-up, there were a few possibilities that could be the reason why the teenager was so off-key recently. After all, Gareki didn’t like being told what to do and checkups were definitely a source of irritation.
But she came to a solid, terrible, horrifying conclusion when she was called to fetch Gareki from the mini-library on board the Second Ship.
~
She knew that Dr. Akari had come aboard the ship because Hirato-san had requested his presence to discuss something relating to Nai (though it was probably more of an argument than anything else). It was the middle of the afternoon and she knew Akari had left around an hour prior to Hirato calling her into his office.
She had gone to the library immediately after Hirato had sent her to fetch Gareki. She hoped he wasn’t in trouble for tampering with any of the mechanics around the ship! But when she’d reached for the shiny door handle of one of the double doors, she thought she heard a noise. Was that… a groan? She wrenched the handle and pushed the door open with a serious expression on her face, ready to fight or flight depending on the situation. While she trusted the sheep to disallow any unauthorized entries, there was always the chance someone might accidentally hurt themselves. This being a library, maybe a shelf had fallen on Gareki! Or maybe a sheep had malfunctioned. Oh no, that would be terrible!
But she froze immediately and backpedalled in horror, hoping she didn’t get noticed. She clicked the door quietly closed behind her.
Oh god. She’d found Gareki-kun… with Akari-sensei… and they were…
Tsukumo took off at full speed until she reached her room and dashed inside, closing the door behind her and leaned against it, chest falling and rising as she breathed deeply in shock. Her eyes were the size of dinner plates and she was starting to tremble. This was bad. What should she do?! Gareki-kun was only 15 - underage! - and Akari-sensei was… Akari-sensei! She knew teenagers sometimes engaged in sexual activity before they were legally deemed consenting adults, but they normally participated in the acts with another their own age! Even she hadn’t done anything yet. Tsukumo’s face slowly went from pale, ghostly white, to a deep blush. She’d just seen Akari-sensei and Gareki-kun doing things and while she couldn’t see anywhere in particular, she heard Gareki-kun’s muffled moans and Akari-sensei’s panting and the way Gareki-kun’s legs were in the air and - Stop!, she berated herself. She squeezed her eyes shut but it was no use - the images were burned into her memory. It was strange though, because even as her thoughts spun wildly, she wondered how she didn’t notice how similar those two were. They fit together in a way she never thought possible (granted, she would never think about those types of things anyway) and, a small part of her smiled, they looked pretty good together.
And that brought Tsukumo back to how exactly Gareki-kun and Akari-kun were together.
A knock sounded at her door, shocking her into a frenzy. “Ah - What - !” She opened the door and looked up at Hirato-san who was standing there with an imposing and very serious expression. She hoped she didn’t look as horrified and shocked as she felt, because not only did she fail to retrieve Gareki-kun, she had stumbled onto something that could get two people in a lot, a lot of trouble. She didn’t know what kind of repercussion would arise if people found out, and she didn’t want to think about Gareki-kun being subject to that. Tsukumo tried to force her face to go blank, but by the way Hirato was scrutinizing her, she knew it was failing.
“Tsukumo-kun.” Hirato said, reaching a hand out. “You’re shaking.”
And she looked blankly down at Hirato’s hand curling gently around her palm. Excuses and distractions zoomed through her head as she realised she had to try protect Gareki-kun and hope he and Akari-sensei left the library while she kept Hirato-san busy. Maybe nobody else needed to know, and maybe it was just a misunderstanding between the two of them.
“Did you find Gareki-kun, Tsukumo-kun?” Hirato questioned her, his face unchanging.
“Um… hai.” She couldn’t lie to him.
“Was he by himself?”
Tsukumo flinched in shock. Maybe Hirato knew.
Hirato’s lips pressed into a thin line. He eyed the girl. “Tsukumo.”
Tsukumo squeezed her eyes shut and sent an apology to Gareki-kun. “No,” she whispered.
Hirato let go of her hand, and cursed. “Damn it, Akari!” he muttered. Tsukumo flinched again at the profanity. Hirato-san never seemed to lose control of his cool. She looked up with guilt and pleaded with her eyes for the commander to not punish Gareki-kun.
Hirato’s calm mask fell back into place and he smiled lightly at Tsukumo, “Don’t worry, Tsukumo. I’ll deal with it.”
That’s exactly what Tsukumo was worried about.
---
Akari received a phone call from Hirato. As his phone flashed and vibrated, Akari dropped his pen and laboratory data in irritation and pressed Answer. “What?” he snapped. “I’m busy.”
There was a pause from the other end. Akari opened his mouth to bark at Hirato, but all the breath whooshed out of him as Hirato simply said, “You are not being discreet.”
Now Akari was doing a few things that should be kept discreet, but the one foremost in his mind was his relationship with the gorgeous teenager from Hirato’s ship. Relationship? He wondered distantly at his own choice of words. But Hirato was speaking again, and while his voice inspired such hate within Akari, he dearly hoped Hirato hadn’t called about that particular issue.
“Akari, you really can’t keep it in your pants, can you?” Hirato began, and Akari tried to think of a way out. “Honestly.”
Akari was silent.
“What do you think I should do, Akari?”
The doctor growled into the phone, “It’s none of your business what I do, Hirato. The research tower is out of your jurisdiction. Back off.” He hoped Hirato had found out about one of his previous conquests and not -
“Ah, but the second ship’s library is within my jurisdiction.”
Damn it to hell.
Akari sighed heavily, and tipped his head back as he rested against the back of the chair. “What do you want, Hirato? What can I do to make this go away?” Akari rarely used Hirato’s name, preferring ‘asshole’ or ‘annoyance’, and he knew Hirato was a little taken aback. He suddenly regretted it though, because it would definitely tip off Hirato’s keen senses.
“Nothing. You are the SSS ranked. No matter if you’re breaking the law, it isn’t your fault. Funny how that works, doesn’t it?” Hirato chuckled dryly.
Akari frowned, “Then what?”
Hirato paused again, drawing out the tension. Akari didn’t fall for it, even though he was itching to shout at the irritating commander. “He will be removed,” was what Hirato said.
It made Akari’s breath hitch, and Hirato definitely heard it. But the voice that followed was calm and to-the-point. “Unacceptable. What do you want from me?”
Hirato’s eyebrow rose. It was definitely unusual for Akari to go so far as to defend somebody else so blatantly. Then again, the doctor was very stubborn in general. “Like I said before, nothing. I have no choice but to report this - “
“Of course you have a choice, you bastard!” Akari took a calming breath. “I’m prepared to be in your debt, Hirato. Think about this very seriously, because I’m not going to ever ask this of you again.”
“…” Hirato was extremely surprised. The doctor felt so strongly about Gareki? To even offer a debt with no strings attached…
“Well?” Akari’s voice came expectantly.
“What are your intentions?”
The unexpected question startled Akari. What were his intentions? That was a grey area for himself as well, and for someone he strongly disliked to ask that of him? “None of your business.”
“Akari.” Hirato said very seriously. “He is my ward.”
Akari was starting to get the nauseous feeling the call was slowly turning into a warped version of meet-the-parents. That was wrong on so many levels right now.
“I’m curious.” He bit out finally, immediately wondering what exactly he was curious about. Hurriedly, he continued, “I did nothing he did not consent to.”
“I know.” Hirato said simply, letting Akari’s unwillingness to explain his reasons slide by. He didn’t expect a clear answer anyway. “But you and I both know there will be severe repercussion for him if this gets out.”
“It will not reach that point.”
Hirato laughed once then. Akari could hear the other man’s smirk. “Who knows, maybe your personality will improve.”
Akari hung up.
Hirato listened to the dial tone for a second, then pressed Call End. His smirk dropped and he sighed in exasperation. Really, those two that he’d picked up were involved with Circus in ways he would never have imagined, but he’d always thought Gareki would be less trouble.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
The problem with one’s lover being your doctor is that often, one is partially dressed around them for occupational reasons. And if one’s lover is a very handsome, ruthless, efficient, somewhat annoying older man pervert, it is difficult to defend oneself from them during inopportune moments.
Gareki found himself in Akari’s lap, legs straddling the doctor’s body as they sat in Akari’s uncomfortable office chair.
Akari was mouthing at Gareki’s neck, eliciting delightful sparks and forcing soft moans from the teen’s throat. Gareki tried half-heartedly to push himself away, but the arm around his waist was like an iron band. He felt the doctor’s arousal pressing hot and hard against his rear and try as he might, Gareki couldn’t convince himself to put up a real fight, not when he wanted that thickness sliding into him and filling him to the brim.
“You know,” Gareki panted. “We can’t let my check-ups always end up like this.”
“Mmm,” Akari murmured against him. “I still make sure you’re in top shape, so I don’t see why we can’t.”
Gareki slid an index finger into the loop of Akari’s tie and yanked sharply, the ribbon of material sliding apart easily. It was carelessly tossed to the side onto the desk. His nimble fingers worked to undo the round buttons of Akari’s shirt and he tugged the shirt-tails from the older man’s pants in order to reach the last few. When Akari’s chest and stomach were exposed, Gareki greedily slid his hands along the lean muscles from navel upwards, stopping to grasp at the curls at the nape of the doctor’s neck. He leaned in to press himself against Akari’s upper body and reached for a kiss, his rear inadvertently sliding teasingly against the large bulge straining against neat trouser pants.
When they broke apart, Gareki found himself being divested of his tank top and a mouth around his nipple, a hand squeezing and flicking at the other.
“Ahh~” he moaned, sensitive zaps speeding along his body to translate as blood pooling in his groin.
The doctor’s hands gripped at Gareki’s hips firmly and ground upwards. “Mmmm!” the teen groaned through his teeth. Teasing him with this - Akari really was a bastard sometimes.
They hurriedly pulled off Akari’s belt and unzipped his pants then pulling them down to mid thigh, Gareki sliding back a little as his hands searched for what he wanted -
“Ah!” Akari squeezed out as calloused fingers gripped him firmly and stroked him with abandon. He got a few strokes in when Akari said with difficulty, “Gareki, no, stop it. Let me.”
Akari hooked his fingers into the waistband of Gareki’s soft cotton pants and briefs, dragging them down together. It was a slightly awkward manoeuvrer since Gareki had to hop off the older man’s lap, but they were both so aroused by that point that it no longer mattered. As quickly as he had climbed off, Gareki was back again, sliding his ass over Akari’s strong thighs and pressing their cocks together.
“Uhnn,” Gareki moaned with pleasure at the feeling of warm flesh against his arousal. Fingers were at his entrance as Akari coated his fingers with lubricant quickly, and they sank into Gareki with no warning. The teen jerked and cried out in surprise, but his voice eventually smoothed out in harsh pants against Akari’s throat. “Hah, hahh, uhn..”
“You’re still relaxed from last night, Gareki,” Akari said huskily into his ear. He removed his fingers, gripped onto Gareki’s hips and lifted him up. In one smooth motion, he seated Gareki down, piercing him with his dripping cock.
“Guuuh!” Gareki yelled hoarsely. He was being stretched again, so much, and it felt like Akari’s cock was splitting him in two. He loved it.
Gareki dug his fingers into Akari’s shoulders as he started to move, levering himself up and down, bouncing in Akari’s lap. His own cock slapped against their stomachs as he moved, the obscene noise only driving Gareki into delirious arousal. Precum flowed freely from the tip of his penis, clear beads of pleasure sticking wetly to their skin with each bounce.
“Ahh, yes, Akari! Hah, uuuuuh, uh, uhn!”
Akari was in a state of bliss as the gorgeous teen fucked himself onto his cock over and over again. His slitted eyes watched the motion of Gareki’s head flying back, back arched with nipples taut and sweat glistening on his face and body as he worked himself up and down. The sight was unbelievably erotic and he absolutely loved the noises of pleasure flow freely from Gareki’s mouth.
“So good, uhn, uhn,” Akari groaned, the slipping and sliding around his cock and Gareki’s arousal driving him up the wall. “That’s it, Gareki. Ah - just like that - uhn!”
*Knock knock*
They froze, Gareki trembling on Akari’s lap as they both flicked their heads towards the door. Akari knew it was locked and the soundproofing was good.
“WHAT?” he roared, still thrusting shallowly upwards into Gareki. The teen suddenly smirked, and Akari realised in horror what was about to happen.
“Um, A-akari-sensei,” a timid voice began.
Akari clenched down and squeezed his eyes shut as Gareki started moving again, slamming his rear down onto his engorged cock before lifting almost completely up and then slamming back down again. This was not happening! Akari barely held back a loud groan of pleasure as Gareki leaned back a little and drew his knees further up while continuing to fuck himself onto Akari’s penis. The view of his cock sliding in and out of the glistening ring of muscle behind Gareki’s balls was excruciatingly erotic. Gareki’s eyes were hooded and mischievous, fluttering closed now and then as the pleasure overrode his senses.
“GO AWAY.” He shouted to whoever dared interrupt him.
“But, Akari-sensei - um - “
“Uuuhhhhn,” Akari bit out, unable to hold back his voice. Gareki had shoved the back of his hand against his mouth and was biting down, muffling his sounds of pleasure. Unfortunately, this merely made Akari more turned on, and he started to lift his hips in time with Gareki’s bounces.
“Are you okay, Akari-sensei?!” the annoying voice said, a worried lilt audible.
Akari choked back a gasp as Gareki slid a hand down to tweak his own nipples, his head tossing to the side in bliss. The doctor watched with bated breath as that hand snuck down, past the lightly muscled torso and curled around the wet cock. Gareki began to jack himself off, continuing to lift himself up and down over Akari’s manhood. The teen was really going to get it for teasing him when that idiot researcher left!
“YES. Go AWAY. Leave your report at the door and MOVE IT!”
He heard a squeak from the other side of the door and a thunk of paper hitting the ground. Footsteps gradually became fainter, and Akari let out a growl. “Gareki…”
“Heh - ah, hah, hah - Akari….” Gareki mocked.
‘Ah!!” He suddenly shouted in surprise. Akari forcefully dragged the teen forwards again, sandwiching Gareki’s hand and cock between them. Gareki let go and let his sex rub against their bodies, the feeling of being compressed far hotter when it was against Akari’s defined abdomen.
Akari’s hands began to help Gareki lift up and slam back down forcefully, cock hitting Gareki’s prostate dead on with each thrust.
“Ohh, oh, uhnn, Akari, ahh, yes!”
Gareki’s cries filled the room as Akari sped up his hips, pounding into Gareki’s asshole ruthlessly as they reached their peaks. The slapping noise became louder and louder as Akari fucked in harder, pushing Gareki onto that precipice.
“Hah - ahhh! - I can’t - Akari - UUUUUUHHH!” Gareki yelled as he came, shooting ropes of white cum upwards to splatter over their chests and up to Gareki’s chin. It dripped downwards to dirty sweaty skin and it slid between their bodies slickly as Akari continued to move.
Akari couldn’t hold back at that sight. The positively pornographic way Gareki sprayed cum all over himself and the tightening around his cock was too much.
“Uuuuuuuuhn!” he groaned with abandon, pushing himself deep within Gareki’s rear and seeing white as sticky cum shot into his lover, filling Gareki’s ass to the brim with evidence of their pleasure. His seed kept coming and coming, and Gareki moaned, “Ahhhhh!” The teen’s passage twitched around his seated cock, and Akari’s teeth were gritted as his climax continued until he felt the last burst of cum release from his body and he relaxed.
Akari slid his hands around to pull Gareki to his chest, their sweaty bodies and heartbeats pressed together. He didn’t want to slide out from the teen’s body just yet and Gareki didn’t seem to want to move either.
“Tch,” Gareki said against his throat. “You’re insatiable.”
Akari chuckled, a rumbling noise from deep within his chest. “You don’t seem to complain about it while we’re doing it.”
Gareki weakly slapped the doctor’s upper left bicep. “Shut up.”