A means to an end.

by Fujopilled (Pap_Mura)

Summary:

On the SS Burya, Naruhodo sees a side of Asogi that he’d never seen before. An enraged, furious version of him that leaves him petrified. He’s scared, oh so very scared… but the least he could do was be good for his partner.

Notes:

Hi!!! I read some really good ryuuxbarokxkazu noncon lately and wow I just couldn’t help myself. Ryunosuke is just so so cute when he’s scared <3

I’m sorry for those who are coming from my previous fic in the collection lol, please feel free to skip if this isn’t your cup of tea.

I’ve started the second game but I haven’t really hit anything major yet. By the time I finish that game I may write another fic or two about this pair. For now it’s still all SS Burya brainrot ;)

The closet door opened with a bang. Naruhodo whimpered, curling in on himself. He couldn’t bare to look. He could hear the ragged breath of his partner, the rage emanating off him. He heard a chuckle.

“Don’t ignore me like that, partner”

The word sounded sickly sweet coming from his mouth, barely doing anything to conceal the venom trapped within. He still didn’t look. He didn’t want to. 

He knew he was in for it the moment he heard Asogi slam the door as he entered. Something had riled him up again. Perhaps it was the Russian sailor that guarded first class. Or some Englishman’s dismissive remarks. Or maybe it was something else entirely. All Naruhodo knew was that he’d have to bear the brunt of it. 

“Ryunosuke, don’t be like this… look at me.” A firm hand grasped his chin, tugging at it. He didn’t move.

He hated it. He didn’t know when it started. Of course, being cooped up in a giant metal tin in the middle of the ocean would drive anyone insane. Yet, Asogi could still go out and explore. Talk to other people. Go outside and look at the view.

If anything, it should be Naruhodo losing his cool. Stuck in the wardrobe with no reprieve. He should be the one whining and complaining about having to stay like this.

Yet he didn’t. He couldn’t . He loved the man too much. 

It was all so, so foolish. To go along with someone to a whole other continent under the pretence of love. It was sickening, really. They barely knew each other. 

He wasn’t even sure if Asogi would return his feelings. Hell, was he even gay? Something that plagued Naruhodo’s mind as he stuffed himself inside that suitcase.

He’d never felt emotions so strong before.

Yet, if he knew that things would end up like this, he would’ve never have come. No, that’s a lie. He would’ve tagged along with Asogi until the end of the world.

It’s sick, and it’s twisted, but in some way, the man loves him back. That’s it, that’s all it is. His ways of expressing it are all wrong, but then again. Is anything about them right?

He must love him. He must. You would only do things like this with people you love. Asogi did this to him because he loves him. He’ll never say it, but he does.

So. So he’ll stop being scared. It’s okay. Asogi loved him. And Naruhodo loves him back. That’s how it’s meant to be. 

“Na-ru-ho-do.”

A painful tug, and he’s forced to look at those eyes. So dark, so cold, it sends a shiver down his spine. There’s so much rage swirling in those orbs, the man’s face dusted with a faint flush of anger. His lips turned in a scowl.

“Don’t make this anymore more difficult then it has to be.”

Naruhodo nods, slowly stepping out of the wardrobe, a painfully fuzzy feeling taking hold of his legs. He almost collapses. How long had he been in there?

He almost doesn’t ever leave. It’s to ensure he doesn’t get caught, of course. At least, that’s what he tells himself.

“Bed. Now.”

Naruhodo whimpers. It’s such a pathetic sound, it sends him hurling towards the floor, Asogi’s arm outstretched. He starts shaking again.

“A-Asogi- No- Please…!” He wept. And he wept and he wept. Not again. Please not again. It wasn’t his fault this time. He didn’t do anything.

“Quiet down, will you?” Asogi grabbed a fistful of his hair, drawing out a loud keen. He shook him, as if to emphasise his point. Naruhodo clamped his hands over his mouth, his eyes bulging with the effort to stay silent.

“You know what will happen if they find you, don’t you? They’ll throw you overboard, without a second thought. That’s how those Russian are.” He spat, disgusted. “They’re soulless, that’s what they are.” 

He kicked Naruhodo’s stomach, making him clatter against the side of the bed. Naruhodo clenched his teeth, trying not to make a sound, but a low groan of pain slipped out.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, Asogi- please don’t- I don’t want-“ What was he apologising for? He didn’t do anything. He didn’t do anything. Did he? He didn’t, did he?

The unbuckling of a belt froze Naruhodo in place. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fight it, it was inevitable.

“Warm it up for me, Ryunosuke.”

His name, spoken so casually from his lips, for something so dirty. He cringed, shaking his head. He hated the taste. He didn’t want to.

Asogi grabbed his hair again, sighing, lining his cock up against his lips, as if it were a simple everyday chore. At this point, it almost was.

“Open up, Ryunosuke.”

Slowly, very slowly, he opened his mouth by a fraction. His tongue darted out just to lick the tip. Maybe, if he did it slowly-

Suddenly, two fingers pulled his mouth open. He screamed, but not before Asogi’s cock was shoved in by force. It all happened so quick. His head was spinning.

It hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurt. Asogi always did this. Always. He struggled around the giant mass, trying to breathe through his nose. 

He couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was going to die.

Asogi looked down on him, a sick grin twisting its way onto his face. Naruhodo grasped at Asogi’s thighs, practically clawing at him, begging him to pull out. He kept choking around his length, tears streaming down his face, and something about that just made Asogi so pleased.

“You’re doing so good, partner. It’s like you were made for me.”

He is. He’s made for him. Then why does it hurt so much? Why can’t he breathe? Will he die like this, cock in mouth?

What an utterly sad and pathetic way to go.

Naruhodo gasped as his cock slid out from his mouth. He coughed, he gagged, he almost threw up. He looked up at his love, drool spilling from his chin. His eyes wavered.

“What’s wrong, partner?” Asogi cooed, gently petting his hair. “You’ll do it for me, won’t you? Or will I have to show you how?”

Naruhodo pressed his lips together, hands clenching his knees. He wanted to say something. 

“Asogi…” his head dips down, “I…” there’s no way out of this, he knows that, “C-can we do it slow-?”

A frustrated grunt. “Of course, my dear. Look at me.” And for a moment Naruhodo thinks it may all be okay. 

A cock rubs up against his face, “I’ll be gentle, won’t I? When have I ever been rough, Ryuu?” He wants to believe him.

So he opens his mouth. Willingly. Compliantly. Maybe he means it. Maybe he’s calmed down. 

Slowly, the cock slides into his throat, and he blinks back tears of relief. Maybe this time, this time he won’t-

A rough slam. A strangled cry. 

“Ah, nothing gets me off more than that look of hope in your eyes, partner.”

Eyes widening, his hands quickly scrambled onto Asogi’s thighs for purchase. The latter began roughly thrusting his cock into the warm, wet hole. That’s all he is.

A hole to vent his frustrations into, that’s how he saw him. What could he even do? Who could he tell? He wasn’t meant to be here.

“Ah! Ah- Ryuuno! -suke!” He looked up at the call of his name, eyes empty. How long had he been sat here? His legs hurt. Everything hurts.

He hates this part. He hates it. Cum gushes down his throat, and he can’t do anything but swallow down the bitter substance. He’s learnt the hard way that Asogi won’t let him go until he feels a few gulps around his cock.

Soon he collapses, Asogi finally letting go of him. His breaths come in sharp pants, he’s hyperventilating. He feels like he’s spiralling, he can’t calm down. 

“Asogi- Asogi!” He croaks, voice cracking.

Because even after all this, he wants Asogi go pull him close and tell him everything’s going to be okay. That he’s sorry. 

He feels hands grab at his waist, hoisting him onto the bed. He struggles, but it’s pointless. He feels himself being flipped around.

“No…” He weakly mummers, a hand fondling his ass, pulling his pants down, “No more…”

“At least let me see your face, K- Kazuma.”

A slap. Searing pain settled on his right buttock. He sobbed.

It was always like this. It was always always like this. If he faced the other way at least he could pretend they were making love like married couples do. He thinks, at least. He doesn’t know. He’d never done it.

A hand trails up his thigh, pinching and prodding. Naruhodo lay still, absolutely still, with baited breath. The tip of a finger threatened to breach his entrance. He shook.

“Asogi… no- please-“

“What’s that?” He pressed harder.

“Let me-“ he grimaced, “Let me suck on them.”

A cruel laugh. He felt fingers shove themselves inside his mouth, and all he could do was suck, to lather them in spit. It was so embarrassing, he’d rather die. But he must. He must. 

“You’re so eager, partner. You actually like this, don’t you?”

More sobs and whimpers. He wanted to say no. How could he? He’s never felt more pathetic.

Those fingers pressed deeper, trying to swallow him whole. He choked, his throat burned. Tears singed his eyes again. It hurt.

“Athogee- Atho-“ He needs him to take them out. He doesn’t care anymore. He can’t think.

Mercifully, Asogi slid out his fingers. The sensation caused him to belch. He felt so gross. His digits glistened with saliva, a bead of drool connecting them to Naruhodo’s mouth. 

“You did good, partner.” He rubbed circles into Naruhodo’s back; it felt anything but soothing. It hurt, as he pressed over old wounds and bruises.

He pressed a finger in. Naruhodo tried to relax, he had to relax. He gave in, lying face down, open and pliant. 

“That’s it…” Asogi praised, working two fingers into him. Something twisted in his gut, he felt like he was going to be sick.

“Asogi…” Ryunosuke dared, hands clenching the bedsheets below. “Not today, no more- don’t-“

All movement stopped. He could hear Asogi behind him, his rough breathing. His intense gaze bore through him. He felt like he made a mistake.

A third finger breached him without comment. They thrust into him, rough and unloving. All Naruhodo could do was to sit there and take it. 

Eventually, the treacherous torment of those fingers stopped, leaving him alone and empty. He shuffled his head to the side, a defeated look on his face as Asogi pushed his cock up against him. 

It depends on his mood what Asogi does at this part. Sometimes he’s soft and sweet and begs for Naruhodo’s forgiveness as he pushes in. Most times he’s enraged and livid, barking a few quick insults before thrusting into him with no remorse.

Now, he was neither of those things.

And that scared Naruhodo. So much. As he felt Asogi unceremoniously shove his cock into his hole, no words uttered at all. A series of short, shallow thrusts followed. Still nothing. 

“Asogi…?” Naruhodo turned to look at him, but was met with his head being roughly shoved into the pillows. 

What, what was this? Why wasn’t he saying anything? Naruhodo felt his stomach lurch into his mouth, what on earth was happening?

Whatever Asogi did to him, Naruhodo could always rely on the fact that he’d at least talk to him. Acknowledge him. He could pretend, based off of that. That he wanted him. 

But this. This is like-

“Mffh-!” Naruhodo struggled. Talk to me, Asogi! Please! I can’t take it! 

Asogi pulled him by his hair and yanked his head back. Naruhodo squealed, short gasps and moans leaving his lips as he was fucked into.

“Ah! Asogi! Please- talk to- agh! talk to me! please! I can’t stand it- I love you-!“

He stopped.

“Again with that.” A sharp intake of breath. “Thing.” A hand slipped around his jaw, grasping it, “You make it so much more difficult, you know that Ryunosuke?” A few more thrusts, “I mean, what…”

He trails off. 

“Even after everything, you still?” A slap, a whine, “You’re real fucked up, you know that Ryunosuke?” 

He could feel his smirk boring into his back. He nodded. 

“It’s the only way,” he whispered, with a voice so small it could barely be heard, “If I love you, then it’ll all okay…”

A loud laugh penetrated the air, cold and cruel. “Ah, I knew I’d struck gold the moment I met you at that competition. Only you could say such ridiculous things.” He gripped his hips tightly, quickening his pace. 

Asogi leaned forward, whispering into his ear, “But that’s why you’re mine, aren’t you, partner? No one else will ever love such a mess like you like I do.” 

He said it, he said it! Tears of relief fell down his face, this horrible act didn’t even matter anymore. He let himself go, letting Asogi do what he wants. It doesn’t matter anymore. 

He felt something welling up inside him. It was driving him insane, their sweat slicked bodies pressed together as his vision went white with his release.

“Hah- No way, you actually-”

He felt something splatter his stomach, and onto the bed. He was pressed onto it, the wet bedsheets sliding against him. It felt gross.

“All it took was- that?” Asogi huffed, gripping his hips as he thrust in delirium, “You’re so pathetic, partner. I mean- I didn’t even touch you-”

Naruhodo’s face burned in shame. He wasn’t meant to like it, he wasn’t. He hated all of it, he still hates it. What just happened?

“I’m close-” Asogi gritted out through his teeth, his thrusts painful against Naruhodo’s bruised rear. He just wanted it to end already, but that would mean…

“Hnnngh…” Asogi collapsed on top of him, and Naruhodo was too weak to shake him off. His semen flowed into him, warm and disconcerting.

And it was over. Finally.

Asogi pulled out, slowly. He could feel his partner’s cum drip from his ass, and he had to bite back a sob as the other man let out a low whistle. It was so humiliating. 

“You look so hot like this, Ryuu, all open just for me.” He thumbed his ass apart, stretching his hole. Naruhodo clamped his eyes shut, a faint hiccup escaping him. 

“If only you were ready for me all the time, hm?” He paused, as if something had just occurred to him. He gave Naruhodo’s ass a deft slap before he scurried over to the desk. 

Naruhodo was too tired to turn around and look, content with splaying himself out like a whore. He sure felt like one, anyway. It wasn’t until he felt something press against his ass did he perk his head up.

“No! Not again-!”

“Relax,” Asogi chuckled, lodging the thing even further up his ass, until it became too wide to go in anymore. Naruhodo cried.

“W-What…?”

“A way to keep you open and ready for me,” Asogi grabbed his ass, squeezing it, sounding quite pleased with himself, “I didn’t use that rubber stamp that much anyway” 

Naruhodo choked on his own spit, “No, no, take it out!” He begged.

Asogi sighed. “This is staying in until I take it out, understood?” He scolded, taking in the sight of Naruhodo shaking his head back and forth and looking at him with those wide eyes. 

Another slap. A whimper, then a sob. 

“Un-der-stood?” A brisk nod. “…Good.”

Asogi wiped himself down before joining Naruhodo on the bed, pulling him close, using him like some sort of stuffed toy. The latter remained sticky and sweaty, the dried tears on his face not helping.

“Asogi, at least let me-“

“No.”

And that was that. He couldn’t fight it, not unless he wanted to face his wrath again. His arms dug tightly around his hips, his breath fanned against the back of his neck uncomfortably. He couldn’t move.

And usually, he’d just fall asleep like this, pretending that Asogi cared for him, that nothing had happened. But this time, a painful reminder of their wrongdoings was wedged against his prostate, a dull ache that made him unable to remain calm. 

Then his partner shuffled closer, pressing the thing into him. He whined, it hurt, what the hell. Is this all he is? A hole to be fucked into. Is that all he was bought on board for?

What could he even do? He couldn’t go to anyone, it was just him and Asogi against the world. Except, Asogi was his world that had now turned against him. What was he to do apart from play along?

So he let his eyes rest, let the rocking motions of the boat soothe him. Everything hurt, everything felt gross. But at least he had Asogi. Or unfortunately. He didn’t know. 

He sighed, and slept. For now, at least, there’s peace.

Notes:

Truth be told it took me days to finish this and upload it, but the word count is not even that impressive. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this.

(And if you’re one of the people here to complain about the content of this fic… you DO see the dead dove don’t eat tag, don’t you???)