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“Hey, hasn’t that guy been staring at you for a while now?” Tengen shot another look at the weird looking man across the cafe.
“Just ignore him.” Kyoujurou didn’t look up from where he was scrolling on his phone, smiling happily at whatever cat video had popped up on his screen.
“No, seriously, man. The dude’s giving me the creeps. He’s over by the window, sitting by himself. Pink hair-”
“Freaky tattoos?”
“Yeah, he-” Tengen paused. “Wait, how’d you know? You didn’t even look.”
Kyoujurou finally glanced up, raising an eyebrow at the strange man who grinned broadly at the attention. “I’ve seen him around.”
“What? Like he’s been following you?” Tengen turned fully in his chair to glare at the guy who didn’t spare a glance in his direction. The man’s attention was fixated solely on Kyoujurou and Tengen felt his lips curl into a snarl.
“He’s harmless.” Kyoujurou smiled at him, probably meaning to be reassuring but Tengen only felt himself grow more frustrated.
“Do you know him?”
“No.”
“So he’s stalking you.”
Kyoujurou glanced again at the man. “I’m not sure about stalking. But he hasn’t done anything so I don’t think it’s too big of a deal.”
“Kyou,” Tengen steepled his fingers and leaned over the table. Sometimes his friend was too dense for his own good. “Does him staring at you make you feel uncomfortable?”
“Well, sometimes. It’s worse when he follows me around in the mall.”
“When he what?” Tengen’s voice reverberated around the cafe and a few other patrons glanced over. At Kyoujurou’s worried look he took a deep breath and said more quietly, “Kyou, if he’s making you uncomfortable then he’s not harmless.”
Kyoujurou’s eyebrows furrowed. “I can handle myself, Tengen. If he gets to be too big of a problem, I will take care of it.”
Tengen was certain that Kyoujurou could. But he was more worried that Kyoujurou wouldn’t deem the stalker ‘too big of a problem’ until damage had already been done. Kyoujurou was smart, but he wasn’t always the best judge of behavior when it targeted himself. He’d endured years of his father’s verbal abuse before finally acknowledging that the words were not just grossly untrue, but actively causing Kyoujurou pain. Tengen didn’t always admit it, but he worried for Kyoujurou.
“Has he… been forward with you?” Tengen asked, not sure how to word the question.
“He’s asked me out a few times, but I turned him down.”
“And he’s still pestering you?” Tengen’s hand tightened its grip on the edge of the chair he was sitting in. He wanted to walk over to the stranger and beat the smug grin off his face.
“Tengen.” Kyoujurou’s hand covered his own, a warning. “Let it go.”
“Why don’t we leave?” He said finally. It was the closest he could come to a compromise when he knew Kyoujurou would wring his neck if he confronted the stranger.
“Alright!” Kyoujurou agreed happily.
Tengen swiped his bag from where he’d left it at his feet and took hold of Kyoujurou’s arm. When he looked back at the stranger, the man settled his chin in his hand and grinned lazily at Tengen. Then his eyes slid to Kyoujurou. He licked his lips.
Tengen considered himself a benevolent man, but everything about this guy made him want to go ballistic. Kyoujurou was his friend and he’d be damned if he let some creepy psycho try and slither into Kyoujurou’s life.
“I’m gonna touch your butt.” Tengen warned.
Kyoujurou turned to him. “Wha-”
Tengen slid his palm down Kyoujurou’s back, feeling the heat emanating from beneath the other’s shirt. Then his fingers were sliding into the back pocket of Kyoujurou’s jeans and Tengen leaned over so his lips hovered just an inch above Kyoujurou’s head. It was a possessive hold, and Tengen glanced back at the stranger.
The man was staring at them through slitted eyes. His expression was unreadable though Tengen could have sworn he saw a flash of something murderous go through those unnaturally yellow eyes.
Then the door closed behind them and ended the connection.
When they were back on the street, Tengen straightened his posture again. “How long has he been following you?”
Kyoujurou scratched at his chin in thought. “I first noticed him maybe two weeks ago. But he never said anything to me until last week.”
“You should go to the police.” Tengen wanted to shake Kyoujurou. He’d had a strange man tailing him for two weeks and yet he sounded so nonchalant about it.
“I appreciate your concern, Tengen, but it’s really not necessary. Besides, what could the police do? He only ever appears in public spaces and he hasn’t made any physical contact with me.”
The words made sense but Tengen still didn’t like them. “Still…”
“And if he did try anything, he would find himself with more than a few bruises!” Kyoujurou laughed.
Tengen knew Kyoujurou could back up his claims having been thrown on his ass more than once when he had tried being rough with Kyoujurou in friendly play fights. If Kyoujurou could beat Tengen so soundly in just a friendly sparring match, he had no doubts that he could disarm a real attacker if he tried. But he still didn’t feel placated.
“Listen,” Kyoujurou had noticed his unease. “I’ll call you whenever I want to go out so I’m never alone. And if you’re not available, I’ll call Sanemi or Gyoumei. I doubt anyone would want to mess with me if I’m with either of them.”
Tengen did laugh at that. Gyomei’s sheer size would be enough to ward off any creep, but Sanemi’s crazy eyes scared off anything with a heartbeat. “Fine. But you better promise. If I find out you tried going on a midnight convenience store run because you’re craving juice without calling me, I’m telling Senjurou.”
Kyoujurou fixed him with a wide-eyed stare. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
They glared at each other for a few moments until Kyoujurou finally sighed and looked away. “Agreed.”
Tengen grinned.
“But, Tengen?”
“Hm?”
“How long were you going to keep holding my butt?”
Tengen glanced down and realized his hand was indeed still nestled in Kyoujurou’s back pocket. It felt so natural he hadn’t even noticed. “Oops.” He slid his hand back out and scratched the back of his head. “Well, if I see him again I’ll keep up the boyfriend act. Maybe if he thinks you’re taken he won’t be so persistent.”
“You’re so smart, Tengen!”
Tengen preened at the compliment. “Yeah, I know. Besides, who wouldn’t be intimidated by my beauty? I’m the perfect deterrent for any would-be suitors. No one can compare to me, after all.”
Kyoujurou only laughed.
The man was still tailing them and Tengen decided he’d had enough.
“Come with me.” He grabbed Kyoujurou’s arm and tugged him towards a side street, shadowed by the tall buildings on either side. The lane led into a narrower alleyway completely out of view from the main street.
“What-?” Kyoujurou didn’t have a chance to finish his question. Tengen shoved him none too gently against the wall, blocking his view of the entrance.
Tengen could hear quiet footsteps following them down, but he didn’t bother to look. If the stalker couldn’t take subtle hints, then he’d give him the whole story down to the footnotes. Kyoujurou belonged to him.
“Ten-” Once again, Kyoujurou was cut off when Tengen kissed him, sudden and rough.
His arms bracketed Kyoujurou’s head, keeping the other from seeing their voyeur. The kiss was fast and wet and Tengen tried to slow it down a bit for Kyoujurou’s sake who had made a muffled yelp when Tengen’s mouth covered his own so suddenly. But then Kyoujurou started to respond, his lips moving against Tengen’s.
He’d only meant to drive the point home to the stalker but if Kyou was going to give him a sweet treat then Tengen would be a fool not to accept it.
His tongue slipped between Kyoujurou’s lips, causing the other to let out a breathy gasp. He was grasping at Tengen’s shirt, his hands curled around the fabric, tugging Tengen closer.
Tengen licked into Kyoujurou’s mouth, enjoying the faint taste of the candy Kyoujurou had been eating earlier. Kyoujurou’s own tongue curled around his and sucked.
Tengen moaned. Kyoujurou was a much better kisser than he’d expected.
He broke away, giving Kyoujurou a second to breathe and himself a chance to sneak a glance over his shoulder.
The stalker stared at them, half hidden by the corner of the building. He was seething.
Tengen grinned. He was only just getting started.
He pushed himself off the wall and tugged on Kyoujurou’s shoulders. Twisting them around so that Kyoujurou’s back was to the stalker, Tengen leaned back against the brick.
“On your knees.”
Kyoujurou’s lips were red and shiny and he looked up at Tengen, confused.
Tengen cocked an eyebrow at him.
Kyoujurou stared at him a moment longer, thoughts whirling around his head. The conflict was visible on his face and Tengen felt a bit bad for leaping into it so suddenly.
“What? You don’t want to?” It was an out. If Kyoujurou really didn’t want to, Tengen knew he’d have no trouble letting his protests be known.
Kyoujurou looked down at Tengen’s crotch. “I-” His eyebrows scrunched together and Tengen realized he didn’t want Kyoujurou to say no. “I do.”
Kyoujurou slid down to his knees slowly, using Tengen’s thighs to anchor himself. Once his eyes were level with Tengen’s dick, he paused for a moment, taking a few deep breaths.
“Hey,” Tengen curled his hand into Kyoujurou’s hair, nudging him so that the other would look up at him. “You don’t have to.”
Kyoujurou held his gaze for a minute, eyes flicking between Tengen’s. Then he bit his lip. “I want to.”
Tengen hadn’t realized that nothing else in the world would sound sweeter than those words until he’d heard them come from Kyoujurou’s lips. He let the strands of hair fall from his grip, enjoying the soft, fluffy texture of it between his fingers.
Kyoujurou shuffled closer, hands still gripping Tengen’s thighs. He reached up with one surprisingly steady hand and tugged Tengen’s zipper down. Then he pulled down Tengen’s underwear until his cock sprang free.
Kyoujurou stared at it. “You’re… you’re bigger than I thought.” He murmured.
Tengen cocked one hip and smirked. “So you’ve thought about it.”
Kyoujurou went beet red. “I-” He stammered a bit before a steely look came over his face and he surged forward, grabbing Tengen’s dick gently.
Tengen hissed. Kyoujurou’s fingers were hot, almost unbearably so. He gave a few experimental tugs, causing Tengen to throw his head back against the wall.
Kyoujurou looked up at him, his eyes roaming over Tengen’s face with an intense fascination. “How do you like it?”
“Fast.” Tengen managed to breathe out. “But you-” This time, it was Tengen whose sentence was cut off into a growl.
Kyoujurou had pressed a wet, open kiss along the length of his shaft. His lips laved up and down Tengen’s cock, while his hand continued to twist around him, moving faster and faster.
In seconds, Tengen was panting. “You’re pretty…” He exhaled in a hiss. “Pretty good at that, huh?”
Kyoujurou only smiled up at him coyly. “You started it.”
“ Oh, I did do that, didn’t I?” Tengen’s head thunked back into the brick, and he worried briefly that he would give himself a concussion if Kyoujurou didn’t suck him into unconsciousness first.
The wet kisses along his cock turned into shallow sucks. Kyoujurou pulled the tip of Tengen into his mouth, swirling his tongue, before releasing him with a pop. His hand pumped up and down the spit-slick length, and then he repeated the motions.
Tengen was going to go insane. His chest heaved against the urge to groan loudly. He’d wanted to send a point to the stalker, he didn’t want to get arrested for public indecency.
And there was nothing decent about what Kyoujurou was doing with his tongue right now.
“ Shit, Kyou. I’m gonna come, slow down.”
“Wasn’t that the point?” Kyoujurou blinked up at him demurely. Little vixen, Tengen thought.
There were literal stars hovering in the corners of Tengen’s vision. “It could be…” He panted. “Or I could pin you up against this wall and shove my cock so far into you, the only word you remember is my name.”
Kyoujurou choked on Tengen’s dick.
He tried not to be too amused by the sight of tears leaking from Kyoujurou’s eyes as he stared up at Tengen with an awed expression on his face. His lips were wet and swollen red. Tengen wanted to bite them.
Tengen’s cock slipped out from Kyoujuru’s mouth. He crooked a finger at the kneeling blonde. “You want it?”
Kyoujurou nodded frantically.
He pulled Kyoujurou back to his feet and reversed their positions again. With Kyoujurou leaning against the wall this time, Tengen towered over him. “Don’t worry. You’ll absolutely get a chance to swallow my cock again. Might even get me to beg for it.”
Kyoujurou’s pupils blew wide at the thought.
“But for now…” Tengen reached down and wrapped his hands around the back of Kyoujurou’s thighs. With a grunt, he hauled Kyoujurou up until the other had wrapped his legs around Tengen’s waist and Tengen’s hips were pinning Kyoujurou’s back to the wall.
Kyoujurou gasped, his hands coming up to grab Tengen’s shoulders to steady himself.
Tengen pushed his hard cock into the seat of Kyoujurou’s pants, taking pleasure in the whimper that tumbled from the other’s lips.
Slowly, he ground himself against Kyoujurou, trying to hear more of those breathy moans.
“Can you get your pants down like this?” Tengen whispered in Kyoujurou’s ear.
Kyoujurou had buried his hands in Tengen’s hair, and the white strands were falling from the hairband he’d tied them up in. They tickled his cheek as he leaned further into Kyoujurou’s space.
Kyoujurou started fumbling with his zipper immediately. He got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and was trying to tug them down over his hips without losing his balance. “I think you’ll have to put me down for this.” He said.
Tengen pouted. “I don’t want to.”
Kyoujurou rolled his eyes. “Well, either you can set me down and I’ll get my pants off, or I can try from here and fall. One sounds less sexy than the other. Wanna guess which I’m referring to?”
Tengen grinned and nipped at Kyoujurou’s bottom lip. “Hold onto me.” He didn’t give Kyoujurou a chance to respond. He thrust his hips forward and jammed his knee between Kyoujurou’s thighs, letting his legs take the majority of Kyoujurou’s weight. Both of his hands slithered up from Kyoujurou’s thighs to the waistband of his jeans. He gave a hard tug and the jeans slipped down over Kyoujurou’s ass.
Kyoujurou had gasped and wrapped his arms around Tengen’s neck as soon as he’d let go, and now he gasped at the sensation of cool air hitting his exposed skin.
“How’d you do that?” He whispered.
Tengen cackled. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure it would work. I swear you always wear the tightest jeans possible.” He tugged again, and the jeans slipped down further. “Glad it did, though.”
Tengen reached back up and spread Kyoujurou’s ass. “I only wish I could see.” He muttered darkly.
Kyoujurou reached between them and started palming his own cock. “I’m remembering plenty of words besides your name right now, Tengen.”
“So impatient.” Tengen kissed the corner of Kyoujurou’s mouth. “No appreciation for the art.”
Kyoujurou wiggled his hips in response, grinning when Tengen hissed as his dick caught in the cleft of Kyoujurou’s ass.
“Fine, you little minx.” Tengen hefted Kyoujurou up higher. “But I did warn you.” His finger found Kyoujurou’s entrance and he guided his cock toward it. Pushing in slowly, Tengen tried to regulate his breathing.
Kyoujurou whined at the stretch. His hands danced over Tengen’s chest, his arms, his shoulders, gripping and squeezing wherever they paused. “I wish I could see your body.” He murmured, voice catching when Tengen slipped in further.
“Later, baby. You can look all you want later.” Tengen grunted, and thrusted shallowly.
Kyoujurou sunk further onto him, and finally, Tengen bottomed out.
Kyoujurou’s moans were picking up in volume, and Tengen fought between his desire to make them louder, and covering his mouth so that they wouldn’t be caught. Their audience of one was enough.
In fact, Tengen wasn’t even sure the stalker was still watching.
He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of Kyoujurou’s thighs, just below his ass. Confident his grip was secure, Tengen pulled out and rammed back into him.
A high-pitched cry was punched from Kyoujurou’s lungs before the air seemed to leave him completely.
Tengen’s hips plowed into Kyoujurou's, driving the words from his mouth. Soon enough, a breathy prayer of “Tengen, Tengen, Tengen,” was the only thing Tengen could hear from Kyoujurou.
He would gloat, but he found himself a bit at a loss for words as well. All he could do was growl and grind himself deeper into Kyoujurou with every thrust, shivering at the blazing heat that enveloped him.
“Please, Tengen.” Kyoujurou cried, his lashes wet with unshed tears.
“Please what, baby?” Tengen bit into the juncture of Kyoujurou’s neck. It was a hard, possessive bite, and he knew it would leave a dark mark later, but Tengen found he didn’t mind the thought at all. He tongued the quickly forming bruise before moving on to leave another one just above the collar of Kyoujurou’s shirt.
“Right there, right there!” Kyoujurou managed to say in between gasps.
Tengen adjusted his aim slightly to hit the spot Kyoujurou referred to and was rewarded with a keening moan. “Yes! Tengen!”
Kyoujurou was clenching around him, practically pulsing with heat. Tengen could tell he was close.
He leaned forward to whisper directly into Kyoujurou’s ear. “You feel so good, baby. I’m gonna make you come so hard, you’ll need me to carry you home. And then I’m gonna lay you down in bed and fuck you long and slow and sweet. You want that, baby?”
Kyoujurou nodded furiously, openly sobbing at this point.
“It’s gonna feel so good. I’m gonna take you apart even better than right now. You feel good now, think about how nice it’s gonna feel when I get to take my time with you. There’s not an inch of your skin that I won’t know.”
“ Tengen,” Kyoujurou was scrabbling at the brick, trying to find some purchase to anchor himself.
Tengen didn’t relent his brutal pace. Their skin made obscene, wet noises that echoed around the alleyway. “You’re so pretty, Kyou. You feel how deep I am inside you? I’m so close, baby. It’s all because of you, Kyou. You’re gonna make me come.”
Kyoujurou moaned. It sounded broken and blissed out and Tengen never wanted to stop hearing it.
Suddenly, Kyoujurou seized up in his arms. His arms formed a vice grip around Tengen’s shoulders as wracking sobs shuddered his body. Tengen felt the front of his hoodie turn warm and wet.
With Kyoujurou squeezing around his cock so hard it was almost painful, Tengen had to fight to keep his grip on the man in his arms. His thrusts became erratic, sloppy, and then Tengen was drilling deep into Kyoujurou, grinding his pelvis against the other man’s ass.
He came so hard his vision went.
Kyoujurou writhed in his arms, bucking against him as Tengen rode out his orgasm. His name fell in a jumbled prayer from Kyoujurou’s lips.
When he could finally see again, Tengen’s legs were trembling with the effort of keeping Kyoujurou pinned to the wall. His chest heaved and sweat had matted his hair to his neck.
Kyoujurou looked drunk.
His eyelids had slipped to half-mast, and he gazed up at Tengen through thick, golden lashes.
“Fuck.” Tengen said.
Kyoujurou chuckled, the sound raspy in his throat. Then he was laughing, full-bodied and beautiful and Tengen joined in.
“ Fuck. ” Kyoujurou agreed.
“I don’t know if I can move right now.” Tengen said, his head dropping to rest on Kyoujurou’s shoulder.
“Well, I know for a fact that I can’t walk at the moment. So don’t you dare drop me.”
Tengen grinned into Kyoujurou’s neck. “I’d never let you down.”
Kyoujurou swatted at him the moment the cheesy line left his lips. “Ok, put me down, slowly. I want to pull my pants up.”
Tengen released one leg and watched closely as Kyoujurou wobbled. The other leg followed until Kyoujurou was leaning heavily against the brick wall and tugging his jeans back up around his waist.
“Oh dear.” Kyoujurou glanced down at the large wet spot on the front of his jeans.
Tengen shrugged out of his hoodie when it became clear Kyoujurou wasn’t going to topple over without his support. “Here, this is messed up too.” He tied the hoodie around Kyoujurou’s waist, positioning it in such a way that the stains on his pants and on the hoodie were obscured.
“Thanks.” Kyoujurou peeked up at him as Tengen tucked his own cock back into his pants. “Is he gone yet?”
Tengen met his eyes. “What-?”
“The stalker. He was watching, wasn’t he? I lost track of him during…” With that, Kyoujurou flushed cherry red. “Anyway, I was distracted. Did he leave?”
Tengen resisted the urge to turn and check. “I don’t know.” He said dumbly.
“Didn’t you do this because…” Kyoujurou’s brows had furrowed in confusion. “Not that I don’t appreciate it, of course!”
This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, Tengen thought to himself with something like dismay creeping up inside him.
“Kyoujurou, I need you to understand something.”
Kyoujurou nodded, his attention focused solely on Tengen.
“Yes, I fucked you just now because I thought it might scare off your stalker. But I need you to understand that I would absolutely fuck you again, stalker or no stalker, and that I fully intend to make good on the promises I made to you.”
“You-” Tengen saw the moment Kyoujurou caught up to his words. He hadn’t thought the man could get any redder.
“I said I’d take you home.” Tengen’s feline grin curled into something wicked. “Long and slow and sweet, I said.”
“You meant that?” Kyoujurou squeaked.
“Oh, baby. I meant every word.”
Kyoujurou peeled away from him, looking two seconds away from combusting. “I-, Um, well.” It seemed that was the best he could do, so Tengen took pity on him.
“Don’t worry. I’ll let you recover some. I’m not a beast, after all. Let’s go.”
His smile returned when Kyoujurou grabbed onto his arm, still pink. “Wait! I need your help.” He mumbled. He looped his arm through Tengen’s and leaned heavily into the taller’s side. When he started limping forward, Tengen thought his face might crack under the grin splitting his cheeks.
He whistled. “I could still carry you, you know.”
“Don’t you dare.” Kyoujurou shot a glare his way.
They turned the corner and Tengen was relieved to see no sign of the stalker. He wasn’t naive enough to assume that the creepy guy was gone for good, but he hoped he’d at least sent a message.
Kyoujurou belonged to him.