Birthday smut for the Hal.
Title: Favor
Pairing: Akutsu/Tezuka wtf.
Rating: R. Durr.
Summary: Akutsu's a prick.
a/n ~ I don't know what the hell I was thinking. This is crack. But I do love me some Hal. :D
Favor
It wasn’t a typical sort of day that found Tezuka alone in the clubhouse. On any other day, he would have ended practice in Ryuuzaki’s office - discussing the week’s coming strategies - and not on the courts. He had Oishi for that.
Today, though, had seen Oishi trailing after Kikumaru with a smile on his face and his clubhouse key clenched tightly in his fist.
Responsibility versus desire.
Tezuka suspected that Oishi - even as he fell into step beside his partner - was already regretting his lapse in judgment. He’d probably call Tezuka later, looking for reassurance that Tezuka would never offer. He’d given his approval when he’d agreed to lock up that day; he wouldn’t see the point in discussing it further. Oishi, however, would seek harmony through conversation and Tezuka would wonder - as he put his phone aside - what it must be like to need another human being that much.
Tying his jersey around his waist, Tezuka shouldered his bag and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the tip of one finger. The breeze outside stirred his hair and he felt oddly buoyant in the late afternoon sunshine when he turned to lock the clubhouse’s door.
“Oi, Tezuka.”
He turned, eyes narrowed in an effort to conceal his surprise, and swept Akutsu Jin with faint disapproval. He waited, feeling quite certain that Akutsu would reveal the reason for his presence soon enough. He wasn’t the type to conceal his motives simply for his own amusement - like Fuji.
He was dressed in street clothes - baggy, worn jeans and a sleeveless green t-shirt - which suggested to Tezuka that he hadn’t even bothered to attend school that day. He was careful not to look anywhere but into Akutsu’s pale, menacing eyes - he’d seen enough of him to know that displaying any hint of weakness was the wrong thing to do.
“I been standing out here for half an hour and seen every single one of your faggot players come out of that clubhouse.”
He paused, tilting his head to crack the vertebrae in his neck, and then continued. “Except for the one I’m looking for.”
Carefully keeping his expression neutral, Tezuka stared silently at Akutsu. For all he knew, Akutsu could have been looking for any one of his players in the interests of stirring up trouble. It wouldn’t have surprised him at all if Akutsu were, in fact, looking for Echizen. He was suddenly glad that Ryoma had left earlier with Momoshiro.
“Everyone’s left, Akutsu,” he finally responded. “I can’t help you.”
Taking a step forward, Akutsu slipped his hands into his pockets and regarded Tezuka with that narrowed, empty gaze. “Where’s Kawamura?”
Tezuka didn’t bat an eyelash. “Kawamura was not at practice today and hasn’t been all week.”
“Where’s he been?” Akutsu demanded, something of his confidence slipping and though Tezuka could sense his irritation, he did nothing to suggest that he was anything other than completely unaffected.
“You’ll have to ask him that yourself,” Tezuka said, fingers tightening on the strap of his bag as he stepped around Akutsu. “I’m not in the habit of prying into the team’s personal lives.”
Akutsu watched, silent and more than a little disbelieving, as Tezuka nodded once in dismissal and began to walk away. He laughed though, confident that the wind would carry it, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe that’s why your little ball boy is out with that other kid instead of following you home like you wish he would.”
Tezuka faltered and though he recovered quickly, it was all the opening that Akutsu required. The stiffening of Tezuka’s back and the quickening of his pace was too much for Akutsu to resist and, Kawamura forgotten, he realized that he had an even better diversion in Tezuka Kunimitsu,
Long-legged though he was, Akutsu was taller still and - in less than a moment or two - he was dogging Tezuka’s footsteps and somehow managing to make it look as though the two of them were simply out for a friendly, casual stroll.
Tezuka’s jaw tightened. “You’re wasting your time, Akutsu,” he finally managed, crossing the street quickly in the hopes that Akutsu would not follow.
Just at his elbow, Akutsu replied, “Maybe. Maybe not.”
When Tezuka didn’t answer, Akutsu glanced sideways at him and smiled to himself. “Maybe I got nothin’ better to do, right Tezuka?”
Sneaking a little glance, himself, Tezuka was careful not to linger and reminded himself that the very worst thing he could do would be to pay too much attention to Akutsu. He intended to shake him off before he reached his house, as he was certain his father would not appreciate any uninvited guests.
Particularly one who smoked like a divorcee and swore like a common thug.
“Aa,” was all he said.
Akutsu snorted derisively. “Are you always this much fun?”
Not bothering to glance over, Tezuka lifted his chin a notch. “Aa.”
Akutsu chuckled. “No wonder, then.”
Tezuka paused, halting his steps in the middle of the sidewalk - just a few feet shy of the crosswalk. His expression was one of genuine confusion and he wondered if Akutsu were completely without compassion or if he’d simply become used to taking the offensive in order to maintain control of every situation he wandered into. That it might be the former made Tezuka’s legs wobble and he squared his shoulders in an effort to remind himself that he was above this sort of thing.
.
“No wonder what?”
Akutsu faced him - full on - and ignored the people who were forced to walk around them on their way to the corner. Waiting until the light flashed, knowing that they’d never make this one and that the sidewalk would be just a bit less crowded, he smirked.
“You just don’t know what you’re missin’.”
Lips whitening, Tezuka gripped the handle of his bag and allowed just a bit of the anger he’d begun to feel to rise closer to the surface. “That’s not an answer,” he said, voice even through the incredible effort he was forced to expend in order to maintain control of his own actions. He was angry - but he wasn’t stupid.
Still for a moment, Akutsu struck like a viper when he reached out to grasp Tezuka’s wrist. Eyes wide with disbelief, Tezuka stared first at his wrist - and Akutsu’s pale, hard fingers against his skin - and then at Akutsu’s sharp, cold eyes. He could feel Akutsu’s energy - a steady current just beneath the skin - and his own muscles tensed in instinctual response.
“I don’t think words work on you, Tezuka-kun,” Akutsu murmured. “If they did, Atobe Keigo would’ve had his way by now.”
Flushing with anger and humiliation and the absolute frustration that was his when he realized that he would not gain the upper hand with Akutsu through the means that he was most accustomed to utilizing, Tezuka attempted to tug free of Akutsu’s grip.
It was smooth, quick - Tezuka would not lower himself to fighting in the street - and completely fruitless. Akutsu was just as strong as he looked.
“Fight me,” he said, voice low and dangerous even as his eyes glowed triumphant with Tezuka’s small show of temper. “I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”
Tezuka tugged again, harder than before, and Akutsu’s pale, thin lips curved in the sort of smile that had nothing to do with real amusement. It made Tezuka’s heart beat fast - made him feel as though his blood had frozen solid in his veins.
“Let go,” he hissed, eyes dark when he glared at Akutsu over the rims of his glasses. His hair was mussed and his mouth was drawn and Akutsu could feel his pulse thrumming against his fingertips.
Like a scared little rabbit.
Body tense, voice trembling as he fought to maintain his composure, Tezuka dragged his feet when Akutsu only tugged harder. Certainly he had the strength to move Tezuka in whatever direction he desired; why was he risking being seen by drawing it out?
His reasons became much clearer when Akutsu glanced around quickly before grabbing a handful of Tezuka’s shirt and hauling him indecently close. In such proximity, Tezuka could see the reflection of his pathetic resistance in Akutsu’s eyes and - this time - when he struggled, Akutsu slid one arm around him to pin him in place as he swung him around and into the alley behind them.
He struggled, bag slipping off his shoulder and hair falling into his eyes, and when he felt Akutsu’s hot breath at his temple and his own pulse throbbing in his neck, Tezuka suddenly just knew.
This feeling - this fear and dread and anger - was a rush unlike anything he’d ever experienced. As much as he disliked the emotions Akutsu’s actions roused in him, he could not deny that they consumed him. He felt alive. Alive and trapped and completely out of his element and he knew that Akutsu felt the same.
For Tezuka, tennis was his outlet - the thing that drove him forward, propelled him, challenged him - made him feel alive. Akutsu did not share that drive. Tennis was not enough for him - did not challenge him, did not fill that void.
But this did. And when Akutsu hefted Tezuka’s weight and Tezuka’s feet cleared the ground, it became obvious to the both of them that though their interaction had begun easily enough, it was not going to end in quite that same manner.
Tezuka struggled, twisting in Akutsu’s grasp and shoving hard at his chest with his right shoulder. He grunted with the effort and let his bag fall when he recognized that familiar twinge in his elbow. “There are people on the sidewalk,” he panted, glasses slipping and jacket loosening at his waist. “They’ll see us.”
Akutsu stepped on Tezuka’s bag and pushed him hard against the brick wall at his back. Crowding him, shoving him, Akutsu held him in place with his fingers at Tezuka’s wrists and his broad shoulders blocking any avenue of escape. The trash bin between them and the sidewalk was camouflage enough and Akutsu kicked his bag viciously.
“You want somebody to see this, buchou? Go ahead and call out.”
Tezuka did not answer, gaze mutinous and mind blank. Akutsu was violent enough to beat him unrecognizable and then leave him broken in an alley and Tezuka knew that there was little that he might do to protect himself now.
He’d underestimated Akutsu.
“Let go of me, Akutsu,” he managed, hating the minute quiver in his voice and half-hoping that it might placate Akutsu long enough to change his mind in regards to whatever he had planned.
He spun him, then, releasing him only long enough to slam him hard against the wall and Tezuka grunted when the bricks scraped his cheek and Akutsu pinned both of his wrists in one hand. It was humiliating to discover how weak he truly was. His determination, his skill, his level of self-control - none of these things had any bearing on his ability to best Akutsu in a simple test of strength.
Leaning in close, hot and heavy at Tezuka’s back, Akutsu’s lips brushed his ear. “You can struggle a little bit if you want, Tezuka,” he whispered. “Give me too much shit, though, and I’ll break your fucking arm.”
Tezuka swallowed hard. His stomach lurched and - for one horrible moment - he thought he might vomit. But his head was spinning and his breath caught and he wondered if he might piss himself, first.
This was fear unlike anything he’d ever experienced before and it was not entirely due to the certainty that Akutsu wanted to beat the shit out of him. The heat of Akutsu’s body and the immediate, urgent rigidity in his pants was ten times the threat of a simple beating.
He froze, when he realized Akutsu’s real intentions, and wondered if he could wait him out when Akutsu rocked his hips forward, his dick hard against Tezuka’s buttocks. But then Akutsu ducked his head to lick a hot, wet path up the side of Tezuka’s neck and he had nothing but a cold, hard wall against which to muffle the humiliating sound he made.
His glasses were askew and his hands were curled into fists at his back and he glanced down to see the manga he’d been reading peeking out of the pocket of his bag. He squeezed his eyes closed and prayed that Akutsu did not notice it. There would be little he could do to deny his proclivity if Akutsu discovered that Seigaku’s captain read shonen-ai in his spare time.
“I saw you, you know,” he murmured, reaching between them to unfasten his pants as he sucked at Tezuka’s neck. “Smacking that little bitch up ‘cuz he can’t follow orders.”
Tezuka shook his head and Akutsu chuckled. “I think we understand each other better than you want to admit.”
It was on the tip of Tezuka’s tongue to deny Akutsu’s assertion when the taller boy caught the sensitive skin just below Tezuka’s jaw line between his teeth and sucked hard. Tezuka stiffened, feeling as though all the air in his lungs were escaping in one single exhalation.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, pulling Tezuka’s jacket away from his waist and shoving one knee between his legs to force him to his toes and throw him off balance. When Tezuka pressed closer to the wall in an attempt to maintain his footing, Akutsu tied his wrists uncomfortably tight with the sleeves of his jersey. With his arms secured, Akutsu pinned him hard to the wall with his forearm at Tezuka’s shoulder blades.
Tezuka turned his head, cheek stinging, and yelped in surprise when Akutsu jerked the back of his pants down. Pulled to just beneath his buttocks, the elastic waistband effectively trapped his half-hard cock and he moaned - despite his determination not to make a sound - when Akutsu wrapped one arm tight around his chest. He released Tezuka’s wrists, satisfied that he was secured, and slipped the other hand beneath Tezuka’s shirt to splay at his belly.
Tezuka sucked in a breath and struggled when Akutsu touched him, when he felt the tip of Akutsu’s cock pressing insistently at the cleft of his buttocks.
Eyes widening, he continued to struggle until Akutsu pressed his knee just at Tezuka’s scrotum. “Careful sweetboy. You don’t want to piss me off, now do ya?”
Unable to answer, vision blurry for the state of his glasses, Tezuka pushed back against Akutsu in an effort to shake him off. “I’m not going to just stand here and let this happen, you bastard,” he hissed.
Akutsu smiled and caught Tezuka’s earlobe between his lips, sucking a bit more gently than before. “What? You wanna get off too, Tezuka?”
Without warning - quick like he seemed to always be - Akutsu slipped his hand into Tezuka’s pants and curled his fingers around his cock. When Tezuka grunted, bowing his head and biting down hard on his lip, Akutsu rubbed his dick against him and muffled his pleasure against Tezuka’s neck.
“Ahfuck…” he groaned, breath hot at Tezuka’s neck as he seemed to find his rhythm. Tezuka twisted in his arms, though not effectively enough to upset his balance.
“No,” he managed; jaw tight even as he thrust into Akutsu’s grip. “Don’t…”
Akutsu groaned again, fingertips grazing Tezuka’s balls when he stroked him that first time. “Not…gonna fuck you. Move your hips.”
Tentatively, Tezuka shifted, unsure if he wanted to free himself or get Akutsu to jerk his cock.
Silent but for the nearly inaudible gasping sounds he made, Tezuka writhed in Akutsu’s arms, shoulders and back tense and beginning to ache.
“Remember this, Tezuka,” Akutsu managed between gasps. “Sometimes,” his voice trailed off as he braced his forearm against the wall and pushed Tezuka forward to rest his forehead against it. “Sometimes you gotta…ohgod, I’m gonna come…show a little fucking emotion.”
He pushed his tongue into Tezuka’s ear, biting and chewing the lobe to muffle the sound he made when his cock twitched to pulse hot, thick fluid along Tezuka’s buttocks and lower back. Tezuka moaned, hips twisting now when Akutsu jerked him hard and fast. The other boy’s weight and dominance - the way he seemed able to master Tezuka without needing to expend much effort - was both humiliating and nearly unbearably arousing. It humiliated Tezuka to find his constitution so lacking but he couldn’t seem to prevent himself from taking what Akutsu seemed determined to force on him.
“No,” he moaned pitifully - voice low and trembling when he felt the surge of his imminent release. This was not the first time he’d experienced this rush of pleasure, but it was certainly the first time it had been brought about by a hand that was not his own. “Ohgod,” he panted, hands clenching to find that the knot at his wrists had cut off his circulation.
Akutsu hummed in answer, thumb sliding in clear fluid when he brushed the tip of his cock. Tezuka stiffened, knees locking when his cock jerked and he shot his release in a perfect arc over Akutsu’s fingers to hit the bricks before him.
He sagged, almost immediately, chest rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath and he was only barely aware of Akutsu tugging his pants up again. He leaned in close again, that voice a rough, scratchy sort of purr when he squeezed Tezuka’s ass hard.
“I don’t know about you, Tezuka, but I feel better already.”
He laughed quietly, tracing Tezuka’s lips with the tips of his fingers when he leaned in to press a hard kiss to his cheek. When he took his hand away, Tezuka licked at the thick, cool liquid at his lips and felt his stomach twist.
Bastard.
Akutsu moved away, shifting to adjust himself before zipping up his pants again. Taking a few steps backward, he rubbed his belly idly. “Oi, Tezuka.”
Turning his head just enough to glare at Akutsu over the rims of his crooked glasses, Tezuka did not speak.
“Do me a favor - tell Kawamura I’m lookin’ for him.”
Tezuka struggled, feeling the jacket loosen marginally around his wrists. He didn’t answer - wouldn’t give Akutsu the satisfaction.
“See ya around,” Akutsu called back, lifting his hand in a casual wave as he rounded the corner and wandered out of sight.
Tezuka closed his eyes, exhaling heavily over the insistent buzzing in his ears. He knelt on the dirty pavement, working his hands behind him to free his wrists.
On the ground, only partially visible, Tezuka could just make out the familiar outline of the two pretty boys on the cover on his book. He knew their faces, though his vision was blurry.
He could feel the faint stirring of a headache beginning to throb in his temples and - after a moment - the jacket fell away and Tezuka shook his hands out and adjusted his glasses.
For long moments he stared at the cover of the manga. He stared until the faces were no longer familiar and the words stopped making sense. And then his mobile rang.
It was Oishi.
Pairing: Akutsu/Tezuka wtf.
Rating: R. Durr.
Summary: Akutsu's a prick.
a/n ~ I don't know what the hell I was thinking. This is crack. But I do love me some Hal. :D
Favor
It wasn’t a typical sort of day that found Tezuka alone in the clubhouse. On any other day, he would have ended practice in Ryuuzaki’s office - discussing the week’s coming strategies - and not on the courts. He had Oishi for that.
Today, though, had seen Oishi trailing after Kikumaru with a smile on his face and his clubhouse key clenched tightly in his fist.
Responsibility versus desire.
Tezuka suspected that Oishi - even as he fell into step beside his partner - was already regretting his lapse in judgment. He’d probably call Tezuka later, looking for reassurance that Tezuka would never offer. He’d given his approval when he’d agreed to lock up that day; he wouldn’t see the point in discussing it further. Oishi, however, would seek harmony through conversation and Tezuka would wonder - as he put his phone aside - what it must be like to need another human being that much.
Tying his jersey around his waist, Tezuka shouldered his bag and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the tip of one finger. The breeze outside stirred his hair and he felt oddly buoyant in the late afternoon sunshine when he turned to lock the clubhouse’s door.
“Oi, Tezuka.”
He turned, eyes narrowed in an effort to conceal his surprise, and swept Akutsu Jin with faint disapproval. He waited, feeling quite certain that Akutsu would reveal the reason for his presence soon enough. He wasn’t the type to conceal his motives simply for his own amusement - like Fuji.
He was dressed in street clothes - baggy, worn jeans and a sleeveless green t-shirt - which suggested to Tezuka that he hadn’t even bothered to attend school that day. He was careful not to look anywhere but into Akutsu’s pale, menacing eyes - he’d seen enough of him to know that displaying any hint of weakness was the wrong thing to do.
“I been standing out here for half an hour and seen every single one of your faggot players come out of that clubhouse.”
He paused, tilting his head to crack the vertebrae in his neck, and then continued. “Except for the one I’m looking for.”
Carefully keeping his expression neutral, Tezuka stared silently at Akutsu. For all he knew, Akutsu could have been looking for any one of his players in the interests of stirring up trouble. It wouldn’t have surprised him at all if Akutsu were, in fact, looking for Echizen. He was suddenly glad that Ryoma had left earlier with Momoshiro.
“Everyone’s left, Akutsu,” he finally responded. “I can’t help you.”
Taking a step forward, Akutsu slipped his hands into his pockets and regarded Tezuka with that narrowed, empty gaze. “Where’s Kawamura?”
Tezuka didn’t bat an eyelash. “Kawamura was not at practice today and hasn’t been all week.”
“Where’s he been?” Akutsu demanded, something of his confidence slipping and though Tezuka could sense his irritation, he did nothing to suggest that he was anything other than completely unaffected.
“You’ll have to ask him that yourself,” Tezuka said, fingers tightening on the strap of his bag as he stepped around Akutsu. “I’m not in the habit of prying into the team’s personal lives.”
Akutsu watched, silent and more than a little disbelieving, as Tezuka nodded once in dismissal and began to walk away. He laughed though, confident that the wind would carry it, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe that’s why your little ball boy is out with that other kid instead of following you home like you wish he would.”
Tezuka faltered and though he recovered quickly, it was all the opening that Akutsu required. The stiffening of Tezuka’s back and the quickening of his pace was too much for Akutsu to resist and, Kawamura forgotten, he realized that he had an even better diversion in Tezuka Kunimitsu,
Long-legged though he was, Akutsu was taller still and - in less than a moment or two - he was dogging Tezuka’s footsteps and somehow managing to make it look as though the two of them were simply out for a friendly, casual stroll.
Tezuka’s jaw tightened. “You’re wasting your time, Akutsu,” he finally managed, crossing the street quickly in the hopes that Akutsu would not follow.
Just at his elbow, Akutsu replied, “Maybe. Maybe not.”
When Tezuka didn’t answer, Akutsu glanced sideways at him and smiled to himself. “Maybe I got nothin’ better to do, right Tezuka?”
Sneaking a little glance, himself, Tezuka was careful not to linger and reminded himself that the very worst thing he could do would be to pay too much attention to Akutsu. He intended to shake him off before he reached his house, as he was certain his father would not appreciate any uninvited guests.
Particularly one who smoked like a divorcee and swore like a common thug.
“Aa,” was all he said.
Akutsu snorted derisively. “Are you always this much fun?”
Not bothering to glance over, Tezuka lifted his chin a notch. “Aa.”
Akutsu chuckled. “No wonder, then.”
Tezuka paused, halting his steps in the middle of the sidewalk - just a few feet shy of the crosswalk. His expression was one of genuine confusion and he wondered if Akutsu were completely without compassion or if he’d simply become used to taking the offensive in order to maintain control of every situation he wandered into. That it might be the former made Tezuka’s legs wobble and he squared his shoulders in an effort to remind himself that he was above this sort of thing.
.
“No wonder what?”
Akutsu faced him - full on - and ignored the people who were forced to walk around them on their way to the corner. Waiting until the light flashed, knowing that they’d never make this one and that the sidewalk would be just a bit less crowded, he smirked.
“You just don’t know what you’re missin’.”
Lips whitening, Tezuka gripped the handle of his bag and allowed just a bit of the anger he’d begun to feel to rise closer to the surface. “That’s not an answer,” he said, voice even through the incredible effort he was forced to expend in order to maintain control of his own actions. He was angry - but he wasn’t stupid.
Still for a moment, Akutsu struck like a viper when he reached out to grasp Tezuka’s wrist. Eyes wide with disbelief, Tezuka stared first at his wrist - and Akutsu’s pale, hard fingers against his skin - and then at Akutsu’s sharp, cold eyes. He could feel Akutsu’s energy - a steady current just beneath the skin - and his own muscles tensed in instinctual response.
“I don’t think words work on you, Tezuka-kun,” Akutsu murmured. “If they did, Atobe Keigo would’ve had his way by now.”
Flushing with anger and humiliation and the absolute frustration that was his when he realized that he would not gain the upper hand with Akutsu through the means that he was most accustomed to utilizing, Tezuka attempted to tug free of Akutsu’s grip.
It was smooth, quick - Tezuka would not lower himself to fighting in the street - and completely fruitless. Akutsu was just as strong as he looked.
“Fight me,” he said, voice low and dangerous even as his eyes glowed triumphant with Tezuka’s small show of temper. “I’ll show you what I’m talking about.”
Tezuka tugged again, harder than before, and Akutsu’s pale, thin lips curved in the sort of smile that had nothing to do with real amusement. It made Tezuka’s heart beat fast - made him feel as though his blood had frozen solid in his veins.
“Let go,” he hissed, eyes dark when he glared at Akutsu over the rims of his glasses. His hair was mussed and his mouth was drawn and Akutsu could feel his pulse thrumming against his fingertips.
Like a scared little rabbit.
Body tense, voice trembling as he fought to maintain his composure, Tezuka dragged his feet when Akutsu only tugged harder. Certainly he had the strength to move Tezuka in whatever direction he desired; why was he risking being seen by drawing it out?
His reasons became much clearer when Akutsu glanced around quickly before grabbing a handful of Tezuka’s shirt and hauling him indecently close. In such proximity, Tezuka could see the reflection of his pathetic resistance in Akutsu’s eyes and - this time - when he struggled, Akutsu slid one arm around him to pin him in place as he swung him around and into the alley behind them.
He struggled, bag slipping off his shoulder and hair falling into his eyes, and when he felt Akutsu’s hot breath at his temple and his own pulse throbbing in his neck, Tezuka suddenly just knew.
This feeling - this fear and dread and anger - was a rush unlike anything he’d ever experienced. As much as he disliked the emotions Akutsu’s actions roused in him, he could not deny that they consumed him. He felt alive. Alive and trapped and completely out of his element and he knew that Akutsu felt the same.
For Tezuka, tennis was his outlet - the thing that drove him forward, propelled him, challenged him - made him feel alive. Akutsu did not share that drive. Tennis was not enough for him - did not challenge him, did not fill that void.
But this did. And when Akutsu hefted Tezuka’s weight and Tezuka’s feet cleared the ground, it became obvious to the both of them that though their interaction had begun easily enough, it was not going to end in quite that same manner.
Tezuka struggled, twisting in Akutsu’s grasp and shoving hard at his chest with his right shoulder. He grunted with the effort and let his bag fall when he recognized that familiar twinge in his elbow. “There are people on the sidewalk,” he panted, glasses slipping and jacket loosening at his waist. “They’ll see us.”
Akutsu stepped on Tezuka’s bag and pushed him hard against the brick wall at his back. Crowding him, shoving him, Akutsu held him in place with his fingers at Tezuka’s wrists and his broad shoulders blocking any avenue of escape. The trash bin between them and the sidewalk was camouflage enough and Akutsu kicked his bag viciously.
“You want somebody to see this, buchou? Go ahead and call out.”
Tezuka did not answer, gaze mutinous and mind blank. Akutsu was violent enough to beat him unrecognizable and then leave him broken in an alley and Tezuka knew that there was little that he might do to protect himself now.
He’d underestimated Akutsu.
“Let go of me, Akutsu,” he managed, hating the minute quiver in his voice and half-hoping that it might placate Akutsu long enough to change his mind in regards to whatever he had planned.
He spun him, then, releasing him only long enough to slam him hard against the wall and Tezuka grunted when the bricks scraped his cheek and Akutsu pinned both of his wrists in one hand. It was humiliating to discover how weak he truly was. His determination, his skill, his level of self-control - none of these things had any bearing on his ability to best Akutsu in a simple test of strength.
Leaning in close, hot and heavy at Tezuka’s back, Akutsu’s lips brushed his ear. “You can struggle a little bit if you want, Tezuka,” he whispered. “Give me too much shit, though, and I’ll break your fucking arm.”
Tezuka swallowed hard. His stomach lurched and - for one horrible moment - he thought he might vomit. But his head was spinning and his breath caught and he wondered if he might piss himself, first.
This was fear unlike anything he’d ever experienced before and it was not entirely due to the certainty that Akutsu wanted to beat the shit out of him. The heat of Akutsu’s body and the immediate, urgent rigidity in his pants was ten times the threat of a simple beating.
He froze, when he realized Akutsu’s real intentions, and wondered if he could wait him out when Akutsu rocked his hips forward, his dick hard against Tezuka’s buttocks. But then Akutsu ducked his head to lick a hot, wet path up the side of Tezuka’s neck and he had nothing but a cold, hard wall against which to muffle the humiliating sound he made.
His glasses were askew and his hands were curled into fists at his back and he glanced down to see the manga he’d been reading peeking out of the pocket of his bag. He squeezed his eyes closed and prayed that Akutsu did not notice it. There would be little he could do to deny his proclivity if Akutsu discovered that Seigaku’s captain read shonen-ai in his spare time.
“I saw you, you know,” he murmured, reaching between them to unfasten his pants as he sucked at Tezuka’s neck. “Smacking that little bitch up ‘cuz he can’t follow orders.”
Tezuka shook his head and Akutsu chuckled. “I think we understand each other better than you want to admit.”
It was on the tip of Tezuka’s tongue to deny Akutsu’s assertion when the taller boy caught the sensitive skin just below Tezuka’s jaw line between his teeth and sucked hard. Tezuka stiffened, feeling as though all the air in his lungs were escaping in one single exhalation.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, pulling Tezuka’s jacket away from his waist and shoving one knee between his legs to force him to his toes and throw him off balance. When Tezuka pressed closer to the wall in an attempt to maintain his footing, Akutsu tied his wrists uncomfortably tight with the sleeves of his jersey. With his arms secured, Akutsu pinned him hard to the wall with his forearm at Tezuka’s shoulder blades.
Tezuka turned his head, cheek stinging, and yelped in surprise when Akutsu jerked the back of his pants down. Pulled to just beneath his buttocks, the elastic waistband effectively trapped his half-hard cock and he moaned - despite his determination not to make a sound - when Akutsu wrapped one arm tight around his chest. He released Tezuka’s wrists, satisfied that he was secured, and slipped the other hand beneath Tezuka’s shirt to splay at his belly.
Tezuka sucked in a breath and struggled when Akutsu touched him, when he felt the tip of Akutsu’s cock pressing insistently at the cleft of his buttocks.
Eyes widening, he continued to struggle until Akutsu pressed his knee just at Tezuka’s scrotum. “Careful sweetboy. You don’t want to piss me off, now do ya?”
Unable to answer, vision blurry for the state of his glasses, Tezuka pushed back against Akutsu in an effort to shake him off. “I’m not going to just stand here and let this happen, you bastard,” he hissed.
Akutsu smiled and caught Tezuka’s earlobe between his lips, sucking a bit more gently than before. “What? You wanna get off too, Tezuka?”
Without warning - quick like he seemed to always be - Akutsu slipped his hand into Tezuka’s pants and curled his fingers around his cock. When Tezuka grunted, bowing his head and biting down hard on his lip, Akutsu rubbed his dick against him and muffled his pleasure against Tezuka’s neck.
“Ahfuck…” he groaned, breath hot at Tezuka’s neck as he seemed to find his rhythm. Tezuka twisted in his arms, though not effectively enough to upset his balance.
“No,” he managed; jaw tight even as he thrust into Akutsu’s grip. “Don’t…”
Akutsu groaned again, fingertips grazing Tezuka’s balls when he stroked him that first time. “Not…gonna fuck you. Move your hips.”
Tentatively, Tezuka shifted, unsure if he wanted to free himself or get Akutsu to jerk his cock.
Silent but for the nearly inaudible gasping sounds he made, Tezuka writhed in Akutsu’s arms, shoulders and back tense and beginning to ache.
“Remember this, Tezuka,” Akutsu managed between gasps. “Sometimes,” his voice trailed off as he braced his forearm against the wall and pushed Tezuka forward to rest his forehead against it. “Sometimes you gotta…ohgod, I’m gonna come…show a little fucking emotion.”
He pushed his tongue into Tezuka’s ear, biting and chewing the lobe to muffle the sound he made when his cock twitched to pulse hot, thick fluid along Tezuka’s buttocks and lower back. Tezuka moaned, hips twisting now when Akutsu jerked him hard and fast. The other boy’s weight and dominance - the way he seemed able to master Tezuka without needing to expend much effort - was both humiliating and nearly unbearably arousing. It humiliated Tezuka to find his constitution so lacking but he couldn’t seem to prevent himself from taking what Akutsu seemed determined to force on him.
“No,” he moaned pitifully - voice low and trembling when he felt the surge of his imminent release. This was not the first time he’d experienced this rush of pleasure, but it was certainly the first time it had been brought about by a hand that was not his own. “Ohgod,” he panted, hands clenching to find that the knot at his wrists had cut off his circulation.
Akutsu hummed in answer, thumb sliding in clear fluid when he brushed the tip of his cock. Tezuka stiffened, knees locking when his cock jerked and he shot his release in a perfect arc over Akutsu’s fingers to hit the bricks before him.
He sagged, almost immediately, chest rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath and he was only barely aware of Akutsu tugging his pants up again. He leaned in close again, that voice a rough, scratchy sort of purr when he squeezed Tezuka’s ass hard.
“I don’t know about you, Tezuka, but I feel better already.”
He laughed quietly, tracing Tezuka’s lips with the tips of his fingers when he leaned in to press a hard kiss to his cheek. When he took his hand away, Tezuka licked at the thick, cool liquid at his lips and felt his stomach twist.
Bastard.
Akutsu moved away, shifting to adjust himself before zipping up his pants again. Taking a few steps backward, he rubbed his belly idly. “Oi, Tezuka.”
Turning his head just enough to glare at Akutsu over the rims of his crooked glasses, Tezuka did not speak.
“Do me a favor - tell Kawamura I’m lookin’ for him.”
Tezuka struggled, feeling the jacket loosen marginally around his wrists. He didn’t answer - wouldn’t give Akutsu the satisfaction.
“See ya around,” Akutsu called back, lifting his hand in a casual wave as he rounded the corner and wandered out of sight.
Tezuka closed his eyes, exhaling heavily over the insistent buzzing in his ears. He knelt on the dirty pavement, working his hands behind him to free his wrists.
On the ground, only partially visible, Tezuka could just make out the familiar outline of the two pretty boys on the cover on his book. He knew their faces, though his vision was blurry.
He could feel the faint stirring of a headache beginning to throb in his temples and - after a moment - the jacket fell away and Tezuka shook his hands out and adjusted his glasses.
For long moments he stared at the cover of the manga. He stared until the faces were no longer familiar and the words stopped making sense. And then his mobile rang.
It was Oishi.