Snakebite: Part 1

Junpei couldn’t help the quiet, triumphant chuckle that crept out of his lips as he nestled a little further into the cushions of the sofa he lay on, playing his Gamestation.  It had been an ingenious plan, he decided, to retreat into the command room to avoid the prying eyes of his dormmates and finally get some peace and quiet; finals were drawing near, and Mitsuru had taken to making periodic room checks to ensure that every SEES member was remaining diligent in their studies.

“How does she even find the time to keep checkin’ on us?  Isn’t she s’posed to be studyin’ too?” he grumbled, mashing a few buttons especially hard in his frustration.  “I jus’ need a little me-time, that’s all,” he added softly, that self-assured grin returning to his face.  “I’ll get back to studyin’ later… Jus’ gonna finish this mission…” 

And with that, the brunette absorbed himself in Odin Cube, careful to remain completely silent, save the occasional hiss of dismay at a near-miss or hushed curse at a sudden defeat.  The teen was so immersed in his game, in fact, that he almost didn’t notice the soft creaking of the door as it began to open; when the movement at the end of the room finally did catch his attention, however, he thought he could feel his heart stop.  He was already in the process of vaulting over the back of the couch in a pitiful, last-ditch attempt to hide when a quiet, bemused “What are you doing?” met his ears.  Abandoning his attempt halfway through proved to be a poor idea, he realized as he felt his foot catch on the arm of the couch; he hugged the small console to his chest protectively as his face met rather harshly with the wooden floor, a very audible thud shaking the room. 

“D-dammit,” he muttered weakly as he finally pushed himself to his feet again, still gripping his Gamestation firmly in one hand as the other reached up to tenderly massage a rapidly-reddening spot on his forehead.  Turning around to look towards the door, which had swung shut once more, he couldn’t help the smile that wormed its way onto his face at the sight of the man that stood watching him with a raised eyebrow and an expression that seemed part amusement and part dismay.  “Heh, it’s jus’ you… Ya shoulda said somethin’, dude,” he said with a sheepish grin, seating himself on the couch once more, though upright this time, and closer to the middle.

“Had I known that my arrival would have yielded such a spectacle, I would have been a bit stealthier,” the blonde replied with a smirk, removing his hand from the doorknob and stepping further into the room.  “I can only imagine how you would have jumped if I were trying to startle you.” 

Junpei shot the older man a reproachful glare, then turned his gaze back to his game system with a mumbled “smug bastard” and a slight reddening of his cheeks. 

“Avoiding studying again, are we?” Takaya asked, positioning himself behind the sofa and crossing his arms over its sturdy backing.  His head dipped down to cast a curious, passing glance at the boy’s game, but after finding himself bored with it within a few seconds, he turned his gaze instead to Junpei’s face, upon which was an uncharacteristically focused expression.

“Yeah, Mitsuru-senpai’s been doggin’ us all week,” the brunette lamented, his eyes never once leaving his Gamestation.  “Jus’ figured I’d sneak away an’ get a little time to myself, y’know?”

“And this is what you’re choosing to spend that time on?” Takaya inquired, raising both pale brows in disbelief. 

“Yeah!” Junpei answered brightly, his voice rising with enthusiasm.  “This game’s totally awesome!  It’s got, like, shadow knights an’ demon lords an’ cute princesses… It’s the whole package!”

For a moment, the blonde was silent, simply staring from the game to Junpei in muted incredulity and amusement.  Finally, he shook his head.  “I’m afraid I don’t see the appeal,” he said with a wry smile, bringing his hands down to rest on the teen’s shoulders and leaning closer.  “Especially given… other activities that could be pursued.”

Takaya’s none-too-subtle hints were, to his surprise and dismay, entirely lost on the brunette, who continued to stare intently at his game, finally replying with a belated “… huh?  Whadja say?” several seconds later.  The boy had always been a little… dense, to put it kindly, but he could almost always be relied upon to pick up on the older man’s hints and react in an accordingly flustered manner…

Frowning in consternation, the blonde dipped his head a little lower, ghosting his lips ever so lightly over the cusp of Junpei’s ear.  “Your friends have all left,” he breathed, his cool breath dancing across the teen’s warm skin.  “The one you so fear greeted me on her way out to join the others.  Some sort of get-together at Hagakure before they resumed their own studies, I believe,” he mused with a soft, breathy half-chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Junpei asked, finally breaking his intense focus to look away from his console for a moment.  “They left?” 

Just as Takaya began to smirk in a sort of impatient relief, believing the boy had finally gotten the point, he raised his eyebrows as the brunette’s shoulders slumped beneath his pale fingers.

“YOu kiddin’ me?  They went to get lunch without me?” Junpei cried in disbelief, falling back against the cushions of the couch and, unwittingly, a little further into Takaya’s arms with a dejected sigh.  “What kinda friends just up an’ leave without even invitin’ me?”  As the blonde continued to watch him with a growing agitation, Junpei simply heaved another loud sigh and returned his attention to the Gamestation once more. 

Finally, Takaya’s patience had run dry.  With a quiet sound of annoyance in the back of his throat, the older man pulled himself upright and circled around the couch.  He slid onto the seat beside Junpei without a sound, then smoothly snaked an arm about his waist, finally eliciting a soft gasp and a flustered widening of those warm chestnut eyes.  Confident that he had finally gotten the boy’s attention, the tattooed messiah gripped the teen’s hip tightly as he leaned in to breathe quiet, silky words against one tender ear.

“Allow me to repeat myself; all your little friends have left,” he began, his voice cool and almost dangerous.  “In other words, Iori, the two of us are here, behind a locked door, completely alone.”  With every word, he had inched closer and closer to the blushing teen, but Takaya paused then, his smirk widening as he felt rather than heard the way Junpei’s breath caught in his throat.  “If you still find that game to be the most interesting thing in this room, I’m afraid there is something terribly, terribly wrong.” 

After a pause, Junpei swallowed hard and stammered a quiet proposal.  “W-well, I mean… I-I jus’ gotta finish this mission…”

Without warning, the older man’s free hand was cupping the brunette’s cheek and two slender fingers gripped his chin, guiding the boy’s face towards his own.  Pausing when their faces were mere inches apart, the blonde smirked and murmured, “I think not.”  With that, he tugged Junpei toward him, pressing their lips together in a forceful kiss.  A quiet whimper sounded deep within the teen’s chest, and a powerful heat began to crawl up his neck, spreading through his ears and across his cheeks in a potent blush as the kiss grew more passionate and, to Junpei’s surprise, slightly less rough.  The blonde’s lips were insistent and demanding against his own, but nowhere near as aggressive as he was used to; the boy parted his lips, pulling away with relative ease (yet another surprise, as Takaya was often reluctant to end a kiss until they were both desperate for air) and catching his breath in a few soft pants, then immediately acquiesced to the slight pressure at the base of his neck, where the would-be messiah was beginning to urge him forward once more. 

As the kiss continued, the brunette’s eyes drifted shut, and he felt his muscles begin to relax.  Before he realized it, his grip on his Gamestation grew slack, and the console fell onto his lap; at the sudden contact, he jumped slightly, accidentally breaking the kiss to glance down.  “Hah… H-hold on, lemme jus’…” 

Before he could say another word, Takaya’s cool hand eclipsed his own as he reached for the game, pushing it aside and taking hold of the offending distraction.  Without a word, he placed the Gamestation onto the table in front of the couch, then gripped Junpei’s collar and pulled him close, claiming his lips once again without hesitation.  With a soft moan, the brunette leaned into the older man, his own warm body pressing flush against the lean, wiry frame of his… whatever they were to each other, he still hadn’t quite worked that out.  But then, that was hardly important right now, he decided as he crawled onto Takaya’s lap, straddling him and returning the kiss with a passionate fervor.  He knew only too well that this was the position the blonde preferred, and he had no desire to hinder the inevitable; on the contrary, he found himself looking forward to it, and that realization made his face flood with heat once more. 

To his surprise, however, Takaya did not begin deftly working on the button of his jeans, a process he would have undertaken some time ago, were this any other situation.  In fact, the more he thought about it, the older man was being much more gentle than usual, and even seemed downright affectionate… But such thoughts were soon lost to mindless pleasure as Takaya’s tongue pushed into his mouth and pressed against his own.  Groaning in approval, Junpei wrapped both arms about Takaya’s neck and shoulders, tilting his head and deepening the kiss, stroking his tongue against the older man’s with an eager passion.  He shivered lightly as he felt slim, deft fingers creeping beneath the fabric of his shirt, ghosting over the top of his hipbones, the muscles of his lower back, the curve of his spine…

“Nn… Takaya,” he breathed as the blonde finally broke the kiss.  He rested his forehead against the older man’s shoulder, slowly running his hand up and down one tattooed arm as Takaya’s lips sought out the nape of his neck.  With a quiet gasp, he angled his head to allow the messiah better access to his neck and whimpered as he felt the man’s teeth scrape against the tender skin there.  As Takaya continued his assault on his throat, Junpei began to lightly grind his hips down against the blonde’s; he felt a surge of pride as Takaya made a strangled groan at the sudden pressure, and he couldn’t help but grin.  “Heh… Finally got somethin’ outta ya,” he whispered against his ear.

“Shall we compare the scores of cries I’ve wrung from you to the meager sounds you draw from me?” Takaya murmured, his voice sounding almost indignant just before he bit down on the brunette’s shoulder much more harshly than before.  As could be expected, Junpei yelped quietly, burying his face into the crook of Takaya’s neck with an  indistinct grumbling that sounded rather like “arrogant jerk”.  With a quiet chuckle, the blonde pressed his lips to the fresh bitemarks he’d left on Junpei’s shoulder, slowly running his tongue over the tender imprints and smirking as the boy whimpered at the sensation. 

They continued on like this for a little longer, with Takaya’s skilled fingers and deft tongue working patterns into Junpei’s flushed skin, each caress yielding a pleased moan or breathless whisper from the boy’s lips.  Every so often, Junpei would grind down against the older man, desperate for some friction against the erection that had begun to stir beneath his jeans, but to his surprise, the blonde made no move to indulge him.  In fact, Takaya wasn’t acting like his normal self at all, the more Junpei thought about it… He was being oddly gentle, and almost downright affectionate, which was hardly something that could ordinarily be said of him, especially in situations like these.  Still, he certainly wouldn’t complain - this warmer, almost sweet side of Takaya was only too welcome; as much as some deep, dark part of him loved how rough and cruel the older man could be during their more… passionate moments, it was always nice to enjoy a bit of gentility every so often. 

As a soft smile made its way onto his face, Junpei pressed a kiss to the closest part of Takaya he could reach, somewhere near the jaw, and turned his face up to look the blonde in the eye.  His cheeks starting to glow red once more, his lips began to form the three words Takaya often complained about, but likely secretly enjoyed; just as the first word left his mouth, he felt a sharp prick in the side of his neck, and a wicked smirk spread across the older man’s face. 

Suddenly, all those warm feelings disappeared as an odd, uncomfortable weight seemed to set in all over his body.  Chocolate eyes widening in confusion and alarm, Junpei managed to stammer, “W-what… did you…?”

“I just thought we might try something… new,” Takaya replied, his expression unrepentant and highly amused.  “This is going to be quite a fun night.”

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i-cast-bufu-on-things-i-shouldnt:

Is Junpei like… The Japanese version of a weeaboo? Like, he tries desperately to be American?

i-cast-bufu-on-things-i-shouldnt:

Is Junpei like… The Japanese version of a weeaboo? Like, he tries desperately to be American?

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He was past the point of no return, the boy’s scream and warm tears began to escape that poor traumatized little man. A longer low chuckle vibrated in the man’s chest at his ultimate victory of this fantastic moment. Takaya held the shorter boy tighter against him, leaning over slightly as he felt the boy start to cripple in his stance. The tears ran down the brunette’s face, rolling down his cheeks and neck to trickle down against the older man’s arm.

The boy was begging, crying to be free from this crude embrace yet still his body continued to surrender to Takaya’s will, falling limp to his support, shaking and pleading, yet no longer fighting. The blonde smiled, biting his lower lip, this was the most fulfilling excitement he had in years, if not ever. A warm breath of air left his lips and a light shiver climbed his spine as he near finished filling himself within the boy. There was nothing he wanted more than to bend the kid over and tear into him over and over again, ravage that tight warm heat that was being stretched to it’s limits around him. Takaya held back, resisting the urge to rip the boy apart, although it would prove to be a faster method for his own vulgar satisfaction… pushing the boy to make him feel pleasure too, it seemed like a better way to have his mind forever remember this experience, remember him pulsing in side of him in more ways than just in pain.

Takaya leaned his head down against the boy’s shoulder as he let out a soft groan, finishing his push completely inside the boy. He enjoyed the throbbing sensation, the boy’s muscles tight around him. Junpei was still sobbing, tears still trailing down his face and his chest still heaving in Takaya’s grip. The blonde lifted his head, bringing his lips close to the other’s ear again. His eyes were closed, letting his other sense take in the body before him, he could feel the trembling body so acutely, the boy’s knees were shaking, almost on the verge of collapse.

“There is little use telling me to stop, I believe we both know neither of us would want that.”

He whispered into Junpei’s ear, his voice oddly calm and gentle as he ground his hips lightly against him.

“You may as well enjoy yourself, listen to those voices that want you to submit to me.”

Another lecherous smirk danced along the blonde’s face.

“For tonight, you belong to me,”

He intended to only mention the boy’s body becoming his, but no, he had a new plan, he would get the boy screaming his name, his body and soul would crave him as his mind slowly vanished behind the thick curtain of pleasure.

“My will, my power, will make you experience all that you have craved in the back of your mind.”

Takaya started to pull his hand back across the boy’s chest, lightly dragging his nails along the heated skin, sliding down the boy’s side to support him by the hips.

“Every fervid fantasy that has crossed your tainted thoughts, can become, reality~”

He pulled away from the brunette, a low snicker taunting the boy as he stood up straight behind him, holding him up by the hips as the other’s arms fought to support his hunched over body against the wall. He stared down at the body below him, Junpei’s back was tight under that flush tanned skin. The blonde pulled a hand up, gliding it up the boy’s side before tracing his touch down the brunette’s back again, feeling the stiff muscles that were fighting everything happening to him. He trailed his hand down further, resting it on the boy’s ass as he used his thumb to pull the skin of one cheek to the side. The older man looked down to where he was connected to the other, the sight sending a glorious throb through his body as he groaned lightly and bucked his hips, attempting to further sheathe himself into that tight hole. His wandering hand returned to the boy’s hip, holding it in a firm grasp as he rocked his hips again, his own body fought him to begin thrusting, but he controlled his urges.

There was something very different about this one. Takaya had been with a man before, Jin as anyone could have assumed, but the blue haired boy was much more frail, much more weak compared to the body before him now. Junpei’s muscles were stronger, his skin was warmer, his blood pumping with much more life, his whole body flowing with a delicious essence of vitality. Everything about it became more intense in the blonde’s head, his senses taking in this new lump of mass that was becoming more appetizing in his eyes. He slowly leaned over again, he wanted to enjoy everything about this body, indulge in it’s power almost in hopes to absorb some of it’s essence into his own being.

His face hovered barely an inch above the spine between the younger boy’s shoulder blades. He closed his eyes and breathed in the heated skin, even his scent was filled with great fervor. The beads of sweat forming on the heated skin were next; Takaya slowly opened his mouth, his tongue passing those thin lips as it pressed to the moistened flesh. Slowly, he licked up the boy’s spine, dipping along every curve of the brunette’s backbone, reaching up to the neck that had been mangled by the same mouth that taunted it again now. There was not one part of this body that wasn’t leaking of life, the spirit and substance that formed this mass was all too intriguing, and the blonde had to admit he was oddly jealous of it’s power.

He wanted this power for himself, whether he had to fully break the body that wielded it, make it desperately need to be around him at all times, he would claim it for his own. His hands on the boy’s hips tightened rather forcefully as he let out a half angered huff on the back of the boy’s neck. Takaya waited for no signal that the boy was ready to move, he began his ultimate attack. He pulled himself a few inches out of the brunette’s passage before thrusting himself back in. He felt Junpei ache against him, he paused a moment before rocking himself out and back into the boy again, a shallower movement this time.

“Mmmngh… “

Takaya moaned against Junpei’s neck, he opened his mouth and pressed it to the flesh, pulling his head down the boy’s back as he dragged his teeth along the skin. He lifted his head, his eyes half lidded as he smirked again, bucking his hips against the brunette, a light speed forming as his support around the boy’s hips pulled the body back onto his own.

“More~?”

The blonde hummed, a harsh tease in his voice, a sound that was clear he would continue either way.

Junpei could hardly breathe; the pain was too intense, and his limbs felt as though they were about to give out completely.  He knew that Takaya could hear him, hear his pitiful sobs and his shuddered, gasping cries, could feel the way his entire body trembled in agony and terror and something else that he couldn’t quite identify, but the older man didn’t so much as pause.  Warm breath ghosted up his bare back just before a soft, quiet moan broke against the back of his neck; Takaya was enjoying this, genuinely enjoying it, and the thought sickened him. 

You sick son of a bitch… I swear, I’ll…

But his thoughts were rendered incoherent once more as the blonde continued to push inside.  He grit his teeth harshly, trying to bite back a loud, dry sob at that awful stretching sensation; after a few moments, he felt the older man’s hips brush against his ass, and Takaya finally stopped, his length fully buried inside the brunette’s tight heat.  Junpei screwed his eyes shut, breathing raggedly and attempting to stifle the hiccuping cries that broke from his lips every few seconds.

S-so full… It feels like I’m gonna split apart… It hurts so much…

“Get out… get it out…”

He decided to try pleading with Takaya one last time, his voice soft and little more than a desperate whimper.

“I’ll do anything… Jus’ stop it… please, Takaya, I’m beggin’ ya…” 

As much as he loathed the idea of begging the sadistic messiah for anything, he couldn’t let his pride get in the way when it came to something like this… But then Takaya spoke in a voice that was quiet and almost gentle, yet carried an undercurrent of malice and even possessiveness, reminding Junpei that he wasn’t dealing with someone who would be easily swayed by emotional appeals.

“S-shut the hell up!  I’m not…nng… I don’t friggin’ want this!  I—agh… ah… I don’t belong to anybody… ‘Specially not… haah… not YOU…”

The shorter teen growled out his retort as best he could, but the occasional whimpers of pain and quiet, stifled sobs coupled with his frequent wincing and panting did little to convey his indignation and anger. 

“I never… there’s nothin’ I’m cravin’… nn, ah… An’ I don’t have any thoughts that… haah… that any part o’ you can… ah!” 

Between the sharp pain of those short nails dragging across the flushed skin of his chest and the sudden grip on his hips and the accompanying shift inside him, Junpei felt his breath leave him in a pained whimper.  As Takaya snickered and pulled away to stand completely upright, he was left relying solely on his own weak, trembling arms to support the upper half of his body against the wall. 

S-shit, this isn’t good… I swear I’m gonna collapse… D-dammit…

The brunette couldn’t suppress a violent shudder at the sudden, sensual stimulation of those long, pale fingers mapping the expanse of his back and sides, tracing his tensed muscles and applying pressure in all the right places, with just enough pressure to make him…

“Nn… aah… haah…”

Before he could stop it, a quiet moan broke through his lips, almost drowned out by the sound of his harsh panting, but loud enough that he was sure Takaya had heard it.  His cheeks began to burn with shame as he clenched his fists even tighter against the wall and grit his teeth. 

What the hell?  He’s just touchin’ my back, for cryin’ out loud, why’m I…?  Why does it… feel so good…?

His face grew even redder as he felt those fingers gently caressing his ass, tracing lazy patterns before slowly tugging one cheek aside…  Junpei’s eyes shot open and he craned his neck a little to stare back at Takaya with a look of horrified disbelief and shame on his face.

“D-don’t!  S-stop it, ya can’t… d-don’t look there!”

Junpei was mortified at the realization that Takaya was staring at the very space where they were connected, where he had forced himself inside… What was worse, the blonde seemed to be quite pleased at the sight, as he loosed a quiet, exceedingly erotic groan - not that he would ever admit to thinking of it as such - before bucking his hips into the younger boy’s once more, causing the brunette to hiss in pain and hang his head once more, biting down hard on his lip to keep from crying out.  He had only just managed to suppress his pitiful sobs, and he would be damned if he let them start up again for something like this…

“Aah… ahh… nn… D-dammit, jus’ let me go… leave me alone…”

His voice was quiet and miserable, and he couldn’t even muster up the hatred and malice he wanted so desperately to direct at Takaya.  He just felt so… tired, now, after struggling for so long and meeting with failure at every turn.  He was in so much pain, both physically and emotionally, and he couldn’t stop seeing Chidori’s face every time he closed his eyes, but keeping them open was no better, as he could see the way his palms had started to bleed from how tightly his fists were clenched, and it made him wonder just how many marks Takaya had already left on him, how many physical reminders that he would never be the same…

“Nng… haah… ah, d-don’t… why’re you…?”

The blonde’s skilled tongue was drawing a steady line up his spine, the hot muscle dipping into every minute curve and ridge his tanned skin stretched over, and his warm breath ghosted across the moistened flesh, sending a powerful shiver racing through the younger boy’s entire body. 

“S-stop it… ah, s-shit… don’t… I don’t get it… just… Oh…”

Junpei didn’t understand anything about Takaya anymore, or what he was doing… First, he was brutally rough and uncompromisingly impatient, eagerly seeking his own pleasure at the expense of the younger boy’s discomfort or, more often than not, his agony, but the next moment he was precise and thorough, moving at a slow, methodical, almost gentle pace in order to wring cry after cry of pleasure from the helpless teen in his grasp…  He was quickly reminded that the blonde’s ministrations also moved in the opposite direction as he felt the grip on his hips tighten suddenly, to the tune of an agitated, almost feral growl against the back of his neck.  Without warning, the older man began to pull himself from Junpei’s abused entrance, only to drive back in with greater force than before. 

“Ah!  Guh—aagh!  S-stop, I c-can’t…”

And already the tears were pricking at his eyes again, but Junpei refused to submit to them, instead biting down hard on his lip once more and attempting to stifle his pained cries.  Takaya was really starting to move now, rocking his hips against the brunette’s and pushing himself inside over and over again with shallow thrusts.  The low, gutteral moan that broke against the back of the younger boy’s neck triggered an unfamiliar, uncomfortable twinge deep in his abdomen, and he was horrified to feel his neglected erection begin to twitch to life once more at the sound. 

No… No, this isn’t right, I…

Suddenly, just as the blonde began to scrape his teeth against the skin of Junpei’s back, he felt it; that length drove in just a little deeper than before and at a slightly different angle, brushing against something deep inside him…  Before he could even begin to comprehend what had happened, let alone control his body’s reactions to it, the brunette’s entire body jerked, his eyes flying open wide as his lips parted to loose a soft scream.

“Ah—ahh!  Haah… nn… gah… T-the hell… was that?  I…” 

Junpei was panting hard now, turning back slightly to gaze at Takaya in wide-eyed confusion.  What had just happened?  More importantly, why did the pulsing length inside him suddenly hurt so much less, and why did a part of him desperately want to answer the older man’s teasing question with a frantic nodding of his head? 

“I-it’s not like… ahh… y-you give a damn what I say anyway, so… nng… haah… Why d’you even… bother?”

It was hard to tell now whether the quiet noises leaking from between his tightly-clenched teeth were sounds of pain or pleasure, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure which of the two he was feeling more of anymore…

This isn’t good… I’m… I don’t want this, I don’t want HIM… But it’s… starting to feel good…

Unwittingly, the brunette began to arch his back against Takaya’s chest, pushing his hips back ever so slightly against the narrower ones that continued to grind against him…

“Nn… d-don’t…”

… Don’t stop.

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The little things that make sex amazing.

thingsthatmakeyouhorny:

The way he can’t stop running his hands over your hips, gripping you tighter to him. How you dig your nails into his arms or his chest to keep from moaning out too loud. The silent but heated kisses you share before his lips travel from your neck, down lower. The way you arch back against his chest as you’re bent over, biting the pillow to keep quiet. Those slow, soft kisses he places against your shoulders and your back, completely at odds against the hard thrusts. The way your lips part, your legs tremble and you whimper out his name. And finally, the look in his eyes as he stops, thrusts one more time and then collapses on top of you.

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thingsthatmakeyouhorny:

795. When you can see in their eyes that you’re making them lose control.

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