THE AKAME MASS COMMENT FICCY THING
Prompt. Write. Stalk. Pimp.
HAVE AT IT.
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“Ow, what the hell, Hayato?! Don’t touch it, bastard,” a voice says irritably, smacking Hayato’s head. It just makes Hayato shy nearer into the other person’s embrace, seeking to hide before he pulls back, startled.
“Ryu?”
Ryu opens his eyes, looking irritated and rumpled. “Who else would it be, idiot?”
“When- when did you get here?!” Hayato shrieks, then realizes something. “And when did you take off my- your- our clothes?!” He pulls the blankets towards him, suddenly self-conscious. He’s used to his marred body by now, the ugly colors against his skin, but he doesn’t want Ryu to see him like this. Damn that bastard.
Ryu smirks and easily tugs the sheets back, running a teasing hand up Hayato’s side. “Don’t you remember?” He tugs the blankets down a little further, enjoys the flush running down normally semi-cool (sometimes) Hayato’s neck. Ryu pulls Hayato down so that they’re just barely kissing, says, “I already did you into the mattress, too. Twice,” and kisses Hayato fiercely.
Hayato has been flipped underneath Ryu sometime during their kiss, and he pants when they break apart, looking at Ryu with suspicious eyes. “No, you didn’t,” Hayato replies, gasping a little at Ryu’s feather-light touch down his bruised ribs. “I’d feel it if you had.”
Ryu raises an eyebrow in question, vaguely interested but more focused on licking Hayato’s nipples.
“I bet you’d be rough,” Hayato explains teasingly, and his fingers clutch around the sheets when he really does start imagining when it’d be like. He’s distracted when he catches sight of something on Ryu’s cheek.
“Ryu...Ryu,” Hayato says, halting the other boy’s progress down his body. “You’re bleeding...”
Ryu blinks, nuzzles against Hayato’s gentle fingers wiping the blood from his cheek. “It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing,” Hayato insists, and Ryu always forgets how strong Hayato really is when they’re in bed together and he’s so soft, malleable, but Hayato firmly pushes Ryu to the side and gets up, pulling him out of bed and into the bathroom.
“Hayato,” Ryu protests, even as he closes the bathroom door behind them and locks it, “what about your family? And class? We’re going to be late and Yankumi will murder us.”
Hayato was running the water in the shower, bent over slightly to peer and poke at the controls. He tosses Ryu a look over his shoulder, licks his lips. “Family’s out for the day, and do you really care if Yankumi’s mad or not?”
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“Ryu, you’re hurt, don’t-”
“Then make me feel better, Hayato,” Ryu growls. Hayato darts forward and kisses him, hard, and Ryu pulls back slightly so that their mouths move gently against each other’s instead. Hayato is clasping at his shoulders, desperate as their hips slide against each other’s, his grip tightening every now and then before he remembers to be careful. Ryu wants to make him forget completely.
He pulls back and puts one hand around Hayato’s cock, the other hand brushing fingers against Hayato’s wet cheek, slipping into Hayato’s mouth for him to suck. Hayato complies eagerly, moaning around Ryu’s fingers, tongue flicking against Ryu’s skin. It only takes one half-lidded look from Hayato for Ryu to pull away. He ignores Hayato’s whimpers of loss and slowly pushes one finger inside of Hayato, watching the water slick Hayato’s hair down and out of his face.
“Mmm, Ryu...” Hayato pushes insistently against the other boy despite the second and third fingers now moving inside of him. “More, more...”
Ryu ignores him. He wants to make sure Hayato is completely ready, and only when Hayato starts keening and begging does Ryu finally withdraw and turn Hayato around to face the wall. He brushes his cock against Hayato’s ass, slipping against the skin there in a tease. Hayato moans and tosses his head back, inviting Ryu to bite his neck and shoulder. Ryu pushes in slowly, makes sure there’s nothing in his movements that could be classified as “rough.” He’s going to take his time despite the dwindling hot water.
Hayato is making low, begging sounds, moving against Ryu and crying out. Ryu bites his lip, tries to growl out a reprimand to the other boy to go slower but Hayato chooses that moment to arch hard against him and forces Ryu to go deep inside of him. Ryu gives up on all semblance of control and reaches in front of Hayato, jerks him off quickly, comes with the sound of Hayato’s scream. They stand there panting for a moment, and Hayato whimpers softly when Ryu pulls out. He turns and faces Ryu with a lazy smile.
“Feel better?” He teases, cocky, trailing fingers up Ryu’s neck to his cheek.
Ryu just shrugs, says, “I'm okay,” and bites down a grin at Hayato’s indignant squawk of "just 'okay'?!" He thwaps Ryu hard.
“You’re the one who likes it rough, not me,” Ryu complains as he shuts off the water and grabs a towel from the rack to dry Hayato off with. He steps outside of the shower and starts to pat Hayato down efficiently.
Hayato makes a contented sound and leans against Ryu as he’s fluffed up. “I never said I didn’t like it rough,” he replies, sniffling. He loops his arms around Ryu and kisses him on the nose. “I bet I could still do it two times more.”
Ryu stifles a gasp at Hayato's low tone. “I’m pretty sure I could go for three.”
“Five.”
“Eight.”
“Twenty.”
Ryu thwaps a sniggering Hayato on the shoulder, smiling a little despite himself. “Idiot, you’d die before then!”
“Yeah, but I’d be dying very, very happy,” Hayato insists, tugging Ryu back onto the bed despite the fact that they’re both pretty soggy still and getting the sheets wet. Ryu pulls the sheets up over them and lets Hayato hold him close, knows that despite everything, Hayato is still worried about him and where he's hurt. He strokes a hand soothingly down Hayato’s arm and thinks about what Yankumi will say tomorrow when they show up for class, sheepish and adorned with new, fight-unrelated bruises. The thought makes him smile, and he falls asleep thinking about Hayato.
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IS IT YOUR BIRTHDAY *squees* Happy birthday! Unless it was yesterday, um, happy belated birthday!! Sorry, I sort of petered out towards the end. ROFL. And. Yes. *hides*
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I'd like to see Hayato go at twenty times. Then get laughed at for them limping. dsfkajsdfs You are so joining the ranks of fic slaves. Yes.
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YAAAAY I'M A FIC SLA- wait a minute, that's not...good...XDD
*glomps* I'm glad you liked it :D
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IT IS THOUGH. IT'S VERY GOOD for me >:D
dskjfaksdfas of course i liked it was shower sex and there was Hayato being teased by Ryu and I. I just. *dies*
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... >.> er... XD
Hayato teasing by Ryu is encouraged in my world *nodnod*
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Then. Then maybe you should write more of it. *shifty eyes*
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Oh okay *starts writing* HEY WAIT A MINUTE >/ that was vair sneaky, I...approve XD
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Show your approval by writing lots. :D
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>.>...
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:D
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OMG PLEASE WRITE THAT TOT *BEGS HARDCORE* I WILL DO ANYTHING ANYTHING TOT
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... I WILL ATTEMPT IT.
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BUT YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!
and...*coughs*...while you're at it...and the learning english a la peanuts...methinks you, matchy, and tinybars should work more on the skyscraper pr0n too. i'm just sayin' *shifty eyes* XD
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