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Ryusei knew it was only a matter of time. He never intended to run, it just took him a while to clear his head, and in the meantime he became Baji's second-in-command, and the First Division kept him busy. He thought of Kojiro often, but Ryusei hesitated.
He knows he only saved himself, escaping Yotsuya Kaidan. Baji didn't just help him during a fight, he showed him an alternative, and offered what Ryusei needed at the right time. Without Baji, he would have also slipped into the spiral of violence Kojiro ended in.
He wanted to talk to him. Contacting him would have been easy, he and Kojiro grew up together, he always knew where to find him. However, he wondered if Kojiro was salvageable. He hesitated and then waited, he was a coward.
He doesn't think he deserves this treatment, though he knows he didn't behave decently. Kojiro stunned him with a fucking taser, and Ryusei knows he would have done it anyway, even if Ryusei hadn't postponed that meeting for months. Without the taser, Kojiro would have held a knife to his throat, used a broken bottle, or who knows what else.
“Fuck… fuck it,” he gasps. Even though he's regained consciousness minutes ago, he's still dazed. He has a terrible headache. If he hadn't seen the taser a moment before feeling that excruciating pain, he wouldn't even know what caused it.
He's in an empty room he doesn't recognize. It looks like a storage room, but Ryusei can't look around properly because the little light comes from a tiny window. He's tied to a chair, wearing only his boxers. Judging by the pain in his face and chest, and the traces of blood on his legs, he's been beaten. He doesn't delude himself into thinking it was only Kojiro.
He remains immobile, tied and half-dazed, until the door opens. Ryusei lifts his face with difficulty and focuses on the figure of his childhood friend approaching him. The room seems familiar, but in an instant the door is closed again, and the surroundings plunge back into shadow.
"Return to Yotsuya Kaidan." Kojiro gets straight to the point.
"No."
His former friend reacts by slapping him hard across the face. Ryusei feels his temples throbbing, he tastes blood in his mouth. He's clenching his teeth so hard they're grinding, so he forces himself to relax his jaw, as he listens to Kojiro say, "You made a promise."
It's true, but it was a long time ago. They were just kids back then. He never wanted to leave Kojiro behind, but it happened, and now that Ryusei is extending a hand - metaphorically, because he's still tied - his childhood friend isn't grasping it. It's exactly what he expected, and it's one of the reasons he can't return to his old gang.
"I can't go back," he says explicitly. "You know why." He can't do it because of Kojiro's increasingly violent methods, the people beaten or stabbed in the street, the girl his childhood friend had kidnapped and handed over to his underlings without caring what they would do to her, and a thousand other things. He saw Kojiro slowly transform into something other than his former friend, and he was afraid of becoming identical to him by staying by his side.
"If it's because of your new buddies, I'll kill them one by one."
"We both know that's not why."
Kojiro approaches him and puts a hand around his neck. His fingers tighten painfully, but not enough to choke him. He forces Ryusei to lift his face, to look him straight in the eye, while Ryusei can barely swallow.
"You should…" Ryusei coughs, and Kojiro loosens his grip enough to let him speak. "You should leave that gang too."
Kojiro hits him in the face again, harder than before, then grabs him firmly by the hair.
Ryusei can't even spit out the blood mixed with his saliva, while held in that position. He's forced to swallow, and his expression contorts into a grimace. His Adam's apple moves uncomfortably against his best friend's palm, his head throbs. He can no longer feel his face, but all in all, Ryusei has endured worse. Kojiro is going easy by his standards, and he's too close. Kojiro has one leg between his.
"Why am I naked?" he asks, without beating around the bush. He already knows the answer, and indeed Kojiro stares at him for a moment with his usual cold gaze, which Ryusei knows is a cover. Then he finally releases his neck, lifts his foot, and places the sole of his shoe on Ryusei's covered dick.
Ryusei flinches and clenches his teeth. "You know why," Kojiro replies, applying enough pressure to hurt. Ryusei doesn't even dare to breathe, but thankfully it doesn't last long. Kojiro moves his foot with a cruel laugh, and grabs the elastic of Ryusei's boxers. "Come on, lift your hips."
"I'm not in the mood," he replies, but complies anyway, partly because he's used to it - he was used to it – and partly because he's not eager to receive another slap, punch, or any other kind of blow. If he could, he'd massage his aching cock.
"I don't care." Kojiro pulls down his boxers, and takes him in his hand. He's not gentle, and Ryusei holds his breath and clenches his teeth. "You will be in two minutes."
He actually doubts it, after that treatment. His erection is waking up, though, but it hurts, and he growls: "At least be gentle, you just stepped on my dick."
Kojiro gives him a bored look. "I would have done worse if I didn't care about your dick." Ryusei expected nothing less. "And it doesn't have to please you."
Kojiro takes off his pants and underwear, but only from one leg. Finally, the pain on Ryusei’s cock has somewhat subsided, but his head is throbbing, and even though Kojiro has given him a hard-on by hand, he's really not in the mood. He was stunned with a taser, kidnapped and taken who-knows-where, fucking isn't exactly a priority.
However, it's true that they used to have sex even when battered, after a fight. Once, Kojiro got fucked with a fresh knife wound on his arm, recently bandaged. When they finished, the bandage was so bloodstained they had to redo the whole thing. His best friend almost fainted from blood loss.
They're not new to that kind of thing, but it's never happened while they were enemies. This is the first time, and Kojiro has so much repressed anger that, clearly, he can't wait to vent it. Beating him up a bit wasn't enough, he's written it all over his face.
Kojiro grabs a condom from his pants pocket, opens it, and throws the wrapper on the floor. He touches his dick with quick strokes of his hand to make it fully hard, and slides on the latex glove without wasting time. Ryusei is still holding his breath, his cock is now much less in pain than his temples, but it's still a bit too sensitive. The tight latex around it isn't one of his favorite things even when his nether regions aren't mistreated beforehand, and his arms are tied, so he can't turn the situation around in any way.
The ropes don't give way, and meanwhile Kojiro positions on him, and lowers himself onto his erection without any preparation. It's typical of him, and Ryusei feels his former friend stiffen, holding his breath. Kojiro doesn't give himself time to adjust before starting to move. It's not the first time this has happened, but usually Ryusei has his arms free, and he manages one way or another to convince Kojiro to bear with a little prepping, or at least not start by pretending it's entirely painless.
"S-slow down…" he moans, his body trembling, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Fuck off…" Kojiro gasps, grabbing his hair again and yanking it painfully. "I don’t have all the fucking day… and it's… fuck, it's all your fault."
Ryusei growls a curse, it's unbelievable that his cock is still perfectly hard. The feeling of that intense heat overwhelms him even with the grip in his hair, and the general discomfort. "Aah… fuck, whose fault is that? You stabbed me in the leg!"
"It's all your fault…" Kojiro gasps, as he moves on him at a rapid pace. He's hurting himself, it's obvious even though he's trying not to show it. "It's… Fuck! Go back to Yotsuya Kaidan, you have to…"
Ryusei can't do it, but now he can't even speak. The sensations are overwhelming, violent and intense. Kojiro didn't prepare before lowering himself onto him, and even if Ryusei can't rule out that his best friend has had some experience in the period when they didn't see each other, he is so tight it takes his breath away. It's incredible that he can move like that.
"I hate you, damn it, I hate you so fucking much…" Kojiro moans as he brings a hand between their bodies and starts touching himself quickly, angrily. The other hand remains clasped in Ryusei's hair, now with more force, as he uses it for stability.
"Aah…" Fuck, it hurts so much, but he's on the verge of orgasm. "I-it's not… nnh, it's not true…" he manages to moan, overwhelmed by the sensations.
"Fuck… aah, y-you're…" Kojiro is practically ripping the orgasm from his body, touching himself like that.
Ryusei isn't surprised when he sees him cum, and he follows shortly after, releasing inside the condom. He can't enjoy the orgasm because the grip on his hair immediately becomes unbearable. More than moans of pleasure, his become cries of pain. "Fucking hell!" he complains, until Kojiro lets go.
He doesn't do it to avoid hurting him, but only to stand up on shaky legs and get dressed. They both are breathless, but neither of them says a word. Ryusei feels his nape throbbing, his temples are no better, and his face and chest also hurt. He was beaten up properly while he was unconscious, and it's not something an orgasm can erase. He'd rather need ibuprofen and a couple of days' rest, but this time he and Kojiro won't go home together, won't tend to each other's wounds, and won't prepare each other's medicine while waiting to recover.
Kojiro puts his pants back on, then grabs a shirt from the floor that Ryusei recognizes as his own, and uses it to wipe his chest before throwing it back on the floor. It's a fleeting gesture, just like the one his friend makes when he lifts his boxers again. Kojiro is just making sure no one will think anything strange seeing them.
"You had one last chance," Kojiro says, as he walks away. "Soon you'll have fun with your new buddies."
Only when Kojiro opens the door again, Ryusei understands where he is. He's in the small room on the school's terrace, the same one where they keep brooms, other cleaning supplies, discarded gym equipment, and a bunch of various junk. He's only been in there once, out of curiosity, and found nothing interesting.
That Kojiro is in his school is, to say the least, alarming, but again, all he can do is wait and hope that his physical condition doesn't worsen in the meantime.