THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
Prompt. Write. Stalk. Pimp.
HAVE AT IT.
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The night of the fight with Kudo, right before graduation, Hayato walks home with Ryu hanging off of his shoulder. Ryu doesn’t protest when, at the junction where they usually part ways, Hayato just keeps walking in the direction of his building.
The apartment is empty. Hayato’s dad is probably out of town. Where Taku is Ryu has no idea. He doesn’t give it much thought as he slumps down on Hayato’s bed.
“Wait here,” Hayato says, as if Ryu is going anywhere and limps out the door again. Ryu watches the light from the bathroom seep out into the narrow corridor outside Hayato’s room, hears water pouring. Hayato returns shortly with a wet cloth in his hand.
“Sit up,” he instructs Ryu while shrugging off his jacket. Ryu gets about half-way before Hayato is there, helping him prop himself up again the wall.
Hayato squints at Ryu’s face and dabs at the edge of his mouth. Ryu hisses quietly but doesn’t turn away.
“Where does it hurt?” Hayato asks as he refolds the cloth to get a clean surface, moves on to the cut on Ryu’s cheek.
“Everywhere,” Ryu says and then decides “My back.”
Hayato’s fist clenches a little too tightly and a few drops of water slides down his wrist, lands on Ryu’s thigh. “Yeah,” he says, “Yeah, of course. Stand up.”
Ryu groans a little but obliges him and lets Hayato gently tug his jacket off. On any other day, after any other fight, Hayato would probably not undress Ryu with such sure hands. Hayato throws the jacket aside and lifts Ryu’s shirt up without pausing, muttering apologies when Ryu hisses and grimaces at the forced movements.
“Here?” he asks and lightly sweeps his damp cool hands over the small of Ryu’s back. Ryu nods shifts a little. There’s not much Hayato can do about a bruise, no blood to wipe away, no cut to cover up. Ryu knows Hayato hates feeling ineffectual. Hates it more than anything else.
Hayato doesn’t say anything for a while. They simply stand there, Hayato’s fingers lightly tracing the outline of the area where Kudo’s foot rested.
“I thought,” Hayato finally says, swallows. “I thought he was going to smash your fucking head in.”
Ryu turns around, ignoring his protesting limbs, his throbbing head. Hayato doesn’t meet his eyes.
“It’s alright,” Ryu says, feeling stupid for once. Puts a tentative hand on Hayato’s shoulder. “We're alright.”
(akdjngfaer, there's like this pr0n continuation of this.)
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also aslkjfdf the pr0n continuation, I will be waaaiitiinngg.
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Hayato pulls him close, crushes Ryu’s aching body against his own and drags in unsteady breaths against Ryu’s neck. “Your fucking head,” he mumbles in harsh tones while Ryu hisses and pretends it’s part of the hushing sounds he’s making, stroking Hayato’s hair.
When Ryu kisses him it doesn’t feel strange or wrong even. It feels familiar and safe. The soft lips that Ryu knows so well moving against his own.
“Ryu,” Hayato breathes into his mouth, presses their foreheads together, pulling him closer, closer. They kiss until Ryu’s lips feels numb, until Ryu somewhat hesitantly meets Hayato’s tongue with the tip of his own, letting him take control.
“You’re so,” Hayato says but doesn’t get further than that, letting Ryu pull his shirt over his head, fisting his hand in Ryu’s hair, crushing their moths together again.
Hayato doesn’t let Ryu fall down onto the bed, instead he makes sure he’s got a firm hold of him, gently lowering his light weight onto the covers. Ryu feels impatient, reaches up and tugs Hayato down on top of him and when their hips meet Hayato’s eyes widen a fraction, a moan escaping when Ryu grinds upwards, searching friction. Hayato shifts and presses his thigh between Ryu’s leg before he changes his mind and sits up, his fingers shakily unbuckling Ryu’s belt.
Ryu watches the shadows play over Hayato’s face as he concentrates on the task and then lifts his hips to let Hayato slide the trousers off of him. There’s a little frown on Hayato’s face as he impatiently tugs at one of Ryu’s resisting socks before discarding the heap of clothes down onto the floor.
Ryu doesn’t mind the slide of fabric against his bare skin when Hayato leans down to place little kisses around Ryu’s bellybutton, buries his hands in Hayato’s hair as he watches him continue up his chest and moans more at the sight of Hayato’s tongue circling his nipple rather than the actual sensation. He arches his back as his cock slides against Hayato’s rough thigh again.
Hayato kneels over him, distracts him with kisses and tongue as Ryu tries to blindly unbuckle Hayato’s belt. He doesn’t offer any help, concentrating on Ryu’s bottom lip, nipping at it. It’s not until Ryu has his trousers past his hips that Hayato stands up to let them fall down.
Hayato breathes heavily standing there, naked, watching as Ryu’s eyes travel over his skin. Ryu swallows before lifting a hand, beckoning him back down.
“You feel,” Ryu says as Hayato crawls back to him, fitting skin against skin, giving a whine when their cocks slide against each other.
“Good?” Hayato asks and Ryu’s already forgotten what it was he was saying but he nods anyway because everything feels good right now. And then Hayato reaches down to touch Ryu, to stroke and grind against him at the same time and Ryu almost chokes on his own breath.
“I don’t think,” Hayato pants as Ryu lifts one leg for a better angle, leans down kiss Ryu, Hayato’s movements becoming less coordinated as his lips slide down Ryu’s chin, down to suck at his neck “Ah, I don’t think,” he says against the skin. “It’s going to take long.”
“Don’t,” Ryu says hoarsely. “It doesn’t matter. Just touch me.”
“Faster,” Ryu says and arches into Hayato’s hand. “God, it’s- More.”
Hayato’s mouth is still against Ryu’s neck as he sobs dryly and comes, thrusting erratically against Ryu’s hip, come smearing against the fist that’s still stroking Ryu’s cock. Sticky and messy and when Hayato slumps down on Ryu’s shoulder, his other hand drifting down to tease at his balls he cries out, gripping Hayato’s shoulders.
“Ryu,” Hayato says softly afterwards, strokes sweat-damp hair away from his face.
Ryu smiles at him. “We’re alright,” he says.
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God, love how they talk during sex and it's all disjointed and they complete each other's sentences. Very hot. It's a kink (if you can call it that) of mine and you satisfy it very nicely. :D
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akdjngru :D:D Kinks are good... Thank you.
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dfjhsdg i have to read your fic. i'm so confused, there's akame porn all over the place i don't know where to go first. *__*
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kajaks it is not porn. It is badly written fluff. ://
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<3
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That is a very interesting idea Sarah.
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