Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet

by BabyMephista

Summary:

"...Oh man, was he about to sell his soul to this slow talker devil? Did he have a choice? Because Togame was clearly trying to frame it as Sakura having the power to decide but in reality, he could use numbers and violence to achieve what he wanted.

This was a game of predator and prey..."

Notes:

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PS. English is not my first language!

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Chapter 1: The Lion's Den

One, two, three, breath in.

Pending from a thread that gets thinner and thinner by the hour, trembling limbs clinging onto nothing, all alone.

Four, five, six, breath out.

Light at the end of the rope seems inexplicably far away, will this end in a happy note?

Seven, eight, nine, stay still.

Even so, there’s no other choice but to keep going.

Ten. Don’t look at the void.

It was 9 in the morning when Sakura woke up from yet another of those fucking nightmares. They were always the same setting, a dark path with no light whatsoever, sensations of insecurity and fear, even rejection.

Of course, the boy wasn’t foreign to these feelings but it didn’t hurt less to be reminded on how unwanted he was by everyone he met. That’s why decided to move out where the famous delinquent school, Furin, was.

Maybe he had high expectations and was behaving like an excited kid already but who could blame him? The place seemed to be a paradise for people like him, unwanted, aggressive and feisty. He’d fight his way to the top no matter what, for himself.

Or that was the plan, anyway.

“W-Wha…”

Why was he saving a random girl from a group of dudes too old to be causing a mess?

Nah, he wasn’t saving her! He just wanted to fight… yeah…

“Thank you!” The girl said, holding him back from leaving after kicking their asses and a part of him wanted to believe he misheard.

“Huh? Me?!” Sakura replied in disbelief as he was dragged to the café she worked.

Kotoha. Tachibana Kotoha. He didn’t have to wait too much to put a name to the face.

The rest was practically history but what stuck with the boy was the fact she laughed off his aspirations on becoming the top, told him that in fact, he chose well and that didn’t sit well with him. Like it was a hidden meaning behind those words.

Meh, he shouldn’t dwell too much on it.

…. or maybe he should have.

Furin wasn’t the delinquent paradise he thought it would be, no.

“Smile, Sakura-san, promise me!” Nirei pleaded the boy to be friendly as he was an outsider and after battling against another group yesterday until Bofurin came to the scene, his name or more like, his particular appearance was in the scrutiny already.

He didn’t care, though, Sakura came to fight his way to the top, after all.

But even after exchanging fists with the one they called Sugishita, Sakura ended up having the whole class on his side, interacting with him normally… not like he was a freak, this was something he didn’t anticipate.

Their leader, well, he was something. Umemiya sounded like a pretty much laid-back dude but the command on his voice said the bicolor haired boy he was one to be respected as all of his classmates responded with a resounding “OSU” to the order of protecting the town.

So this was Furin’s top dog, huh?

Sakura understood a bit more of this place each passing second, their dynamics and aspirations, kind of realized deep inside why all of them followed and respected Umemiya, even after pretending otherwise for the sake of being difficult.

Subsequently, everything seemed to get in place easily, they went all ahead and divided into groups to start patrolling, something new Sakura didn’t know about Bofurin.

Apparently, they weren’t delinquents but the very protectors of the town and he was surprisingly okay with that, as long as he was given a good fight to pass time and of course, some part of him would never admit he liked doing the right thing.

It was after a whole morning of helping the town folk that the boys decisively found a chance to shine and protect with their fists right at the limit with Shishitoren’s turf.

Sakura didn’t care about Nirei’s warning, separating himself from the group during the commotion, going deeper into the famous gang’s territory to find good fighters that at least could give him very much needed adrenaline. He didn’t really care for some goons, Sakura’s fists were ready for a real fight.

“So, Shishitoren is just some kind of joke?” The bicolor haired boy smirked yet punching another dude into the ground with little to no effort, a provocation to the others next in line, still tense in the air.

Bofurin already far from where he was, busy with the rest of what Sakura could deem as lower-class gang member.

“So much for the devotees of power…” Disappointment tinted the boy’s now raspy voice as another one fell, he wasn’t having fun by any means and contemplations on coming back to his classmates were hanging low in the air.

But just as he was turning around, he heard a clack of geta clogs coming from behind him, Shishitoren’s men stopping every movement to make space for the one slowly getting close to Sakura.

They looked pathetic and frightened, heads hanging low as a sign of respect and it was then and there that the bicolor haired boy knew this was a big fish.

Scrawny hair tied up in a braid, shaded glasses and a bottle of ramune paired with a samue and Shishitoren’s distinctive jacket.

“T-Togame-san!” Some of the goons said at unison, scared for their lives as the droopy emerald eyes hiding behind the shades scanned the place, obviously unamused with the situation.

The man quickly addressed one of them, hand lazily coming up to smash the ramune bottle to the side of his head.

“I don’t remember giving permission for a brawl… what is this, huh?” He drawled, annoyingly slow for Sakura to endure being quiet any longer.

“Your guys started, do you have a problem with that?!” Sakura countered, not giving into the urge of punching this guy that could easily tower him.

Togame smiled, sadistically so and in a way the bicolor haired boy found both interesting and fucking scary. It was a man who didn’t care about his own men.

“You know, you look like an Othello game, Othello-kun ~ ” The green-eyed man began to walk agonizingly slow until he was practically face to face with the unusual intruder, scanning his fascinating features and hair, his eyes that looked like the marbles inside his beloved ramune bottles.

“This isn’t some high school little club dispute, you really messed with the wrong people, Othello-kun ~ ” He towered over Sakura without effort while his men surrounded him just to make it worse.

He wasn’t stupid and his recklessness only blinded him so much, the boy couldn’t stand a chance against all of them even if he wanted to prove the annoying bastard wrong, so Sakura just scowled and scoffed over the nickname, feeling judged once more about his appearance, something he couldn’t control but people loved to point out as a bad thing.

“I can say the same about you, scraggles” He spat, angrily staring at the man now laughing like he just made a joke… why in the world…

“You’re soooo fun, let’s make a deal” Togame offered, dismissing his men with a gesture of his hand to have his alone time with the newly found toy.

Sakura, of course, felt dread all over his body because what could this scrawny dude actually want from him…

“Guess you’re not with your funny friends because you craved challenge, yeah? I can give you that but, Othello-kun, you gotta give in too ~ “ It was ominous, the way Togame spoke, all low notes and rich deep tone of voice that made Sakura’s skin crawl.

Still, what the other said wasn’t wrong at all, he DID want a challenge.

Oh man, was he about to sell his soul to this slow talker devil? Did he have a choice? Because Togame was clearly trying to frame it as Sakura having the power to decide but in reality, he could use numbers and violence to achieve what he wanted.

This was a game of predator and prey.

“And what if I say no?” Sakura adventured, squaring up just in case as the unphased expression of the man uncomfortably close to him shifted just a little bit.

Togame remained in silence, slowly reaching his jacket’s inner pocket and producing a weapon.

He didn’t like those because his strength was more than enough to submit Shishitoren with an iron fist, but sometimes uncooperative little kittens crossed paths with him and well, it’s not like they were some low-class gang.

Beneath the street gang façade, Shishitoren operated through the outskirts of the town, down to the red light district making non legal businesses with smaller groups, asserting dominance in unconventional ways, some of them very questionable even for Togame.

Even so, when it came to his personal fun times, he didn’t actually care and that’s why the man pressed the pistol to Sakura’s throat, backing him up against one of the isolated alleys so they could have a bit of privacy.

Ah, Othello-kun looked so pretty all frustrated and angry.

“You fucking bastard---” The boy tried weakly, knowing better than to do anything else but give the other some insults.

“So foul mouthed, aren’t you? ~ ” Togame breathed out, caressing Sakura’s skin with the tip of the pistol, enjoying the way his chest uncontrollably heaved in clear panic and the cute blush spreading all over his cheeks to the top of his ears. Really cute.

He was going to have sooo much fun with this boy.

“Shut up! What do y-you fucking want, then?!” A sneer left the other’s mouth, sheer frustration getting the best of him.

Shishitoren’s vice leader didn’t want to prolong this encounter more than he needed to, so the best next thing was to directly threat the boy.

“Come here tomorrow, I’ll let you fight my men, what do you say, Othello-kun? ~ ” He offered, his bigger body caging Sakura against the wall, dangerously close.

The bicolor haired boy breathed out a laugh, the man was crazy as fuck and he didn’t want to say no, so he was crazier.

“It’s Sakura, Sakura Haruka” He explained. Sakura seemed to understand he didn’t actually have a choice so the right thing to do, for his safety and the promise of a good fight, was to defiantly nod back to Togame, which earned a chuckle from the older man.

“You’re so interesting…” He drawled, losing himself in Sakura’s heterochromatic eyes and drinking him up like he was about to eat him whole.

Togame knew he desired more than just a fight, to make the other his toy in every sense of the world, break him and build him back up as many times as he wanted to and tomorrow was going to be just the start.

After pondering for a solid minute, the man let Sakura go, taking his sweet time hiding back the weapon where it was in the first place and simply giving the boy a lascivious smile before parting ways, reminding him of their promise and the consequences of not showing up.

What a mess he got himself into, Sakura thought.

*****

Getting some sleep was actually easy for the bicolor haired boy last night, even though the feeling of uneasiness Togame Jo gave him didn’t leave his side, he knew that whatever was happening was his own fault for being the way he was and there was no denial on his part.

Sakura only wished the man would fill in his part of the agreement as he wanted to fight something, someone, anything at this point to get out the frustration almost blowing up from his insides.

“Going home” He stated to his classmates, trying his very best to hide whatever was going on in order to be left alone.

No one followed him, of course, there was nothing weird with Sakura going home after patrolling because the boy didn’t really like socializing a lot and his friends came to terms with it, so he braced himself to take a detour.

Shishitoren’s territory, as he observed yesterday, was full of pubs but unlike the last time Sakura walked down this path, those bars were open at this time of the day. He couldn’t deny the nervousness as his feet moved him around the place between dark alleys and questionable paths full of non-friendly people, not when his eyes fell on the annoyingly slow talking man that threatened him before.

Togame didn’t have his jacket on this time, and the guys surrounding him weren’t the highschoolers he faced yesterday. He saw Shishitoren for what it was, sans the façade of “The Devotees of Power” some naïve teenagers probably bought.

They were, without a doubt, a dangerous organization and a force to be reckoned with.

“Ya-hoo, Othello-kun, over here ~ ” The vice leader of Shishitoren, or so he learned after questioning Nirei discreetly, was wearing a loose samue shirt without anything beneath and Sakura could see now a few tattoos under the man’s clavicle and some others scattered beautifully across the skin of his forearms.

The boy decided to leave that thought aside because why in the world was he thinking this horrible man was interesting to the eye now?

“I see you brought some goons, Scraggles…” He tried, obviously awkward because of his own thoughts and the situation itself, which made the other reply with an amusing grin.

Togame just shrugged and signalized for him to accompany them to one of their hideouts: Ori, the cage, an old abandoned theater Shishitoren took as part of their territory; inside everything was as expected, graffiti everywhere, mementos of the old times scattered around and some extra accommodations here and there.

In the front, a stage.

Huh.

His inquisitive stare amused Togame who, for the first time, decided on his own will to take him out of his misery with a bit of information.

“This is your arena, Othello-kun” The man loosely stated, taking a seat on the front row while airing his shirt a little bit, stupid ass shades making his eyes look sleepy and sleazy at the same time. “Now entertain me, would ya? ~ ”

It sounded so wrong, like he wasn’t even talking about fighting at all. Whatever was on this sleazy bastard’s mind was surely dirty. Never mind, the bicolor haired boy didn’t come here to understand Togame Jo either way.

“Bring it on” Was all he said before taking his place on the stage, still wearing his Furin uniform proudly.

Togame just shrugged, his back comfortably against the old theater’s chair while looking at Sakura go down on his men; this, the man already knew, that the boy wasn’t a normal one as he already took down a good portion of the gang, even if it was the weakest links they had.

Watching as Sakura’s spree became more and more messy was such a sight to behold. At the beginning, his fists seemed a bit less assertive, not really taking this seriously and probably suspecting Togame but as the men kept coming at him like an infinite game, those same fists started to hold some meaning: Annoyance, frustration, and the last one of those emotions now reflecting on Togame’s eyes: Triumph. He was done, with all of them.

Well, Shishitoren’s vice leader was so fucking pleased he couldn’t help the perverse smile drawing itself on his once relaxed features.

It was so rare to see him show some kind of intense emotion that the remaining fighters were trying to figure if they should run or wait for a command.

“Ahhh that was something, Othello-kun, maybe you’ll have what it takes to face me someday, eh? ~ “ The raven haired man clapped his hands lazily, stretching himself from the seat to focus his eyes solely on the bloodied high school student panting on stage, then “Show’s over, leave us be” As if it was an everyday thing, Togame changed the tone of his voice to a commanding one, expression hardening just a bit to make himself clear before his men started to scurry away from Ori, fulfilling their vice’s orders without an ounce of question.

He was a scary guy, no one even dreamed of talking back to him and, as expected, his orders were sacred, no matter how ridiculous or impossible to make it happen… you should just obey and hope for the best, for a Togame that was happy enough for your punishment to be light and not deathly.

Of course, Sakura didn’t know all of this but the aura surrounding the older man was a telltale of his power, and, now that they were alone he really wanted to run and never come back.

He was so stupid, falling into Togame’s trap like this…

“Why not now? Are you scared? Come face me now, bastard!” The boy spat angrily, a fist making its way to the other with little to no force since he was tired as fuck, obviously trying to gain some time before putting all thoughts in order and come up with a plan to get the hell out of there.

But unfortunately, Togame was faster.

He was smiling that same shit eating grin he did when they met yesterday but this time it was so much more than that; the man easily dodged Sakura’s attempts on hitting him while stretching one arm to take him by the right ankle.

After that, Sakura knew he was a dead man even if he tried to fight this beast of off him so he just threw a few more punches, all of them dodged by the expert Togame and then, without being able to keep his balance because of how tired he actually was, Sakura fell to the stage’s floor with a loud thud.

For the first time since he came to Ori, the bicolor haired boy felt like his whole world was upside down, head spinning with the newfound taste of being the weaker between the two, and it wasn’t like winning against a guy as dangerous as this one was easy but damn, he could at least be a bit more resistant.

It wasn’t Sakura’s fault, he was tired and worn out, already feeling the strain in his muscles and all from the incessant fight against at least 10 of the Shishitoren goons the other brought along with him as promised.

“To be honest, I had faith in you sooooo ~ “ Togame paused, the hand still around Sakura’s ankle now dragging him up to meet the other at the edge of the stage. “Sooo I needed to tire you out for the main course, enjoy your well-deserved treat, Othello-kuun ~ “ The man breathed out ever as slowly, making a point to spread the bicolor haired boy’s legs to fit himself between them.

Just what the hell was happening now.

Seriously, what the hell?!

Togame didn’t even give him time to process what was all of this about, sly smile adorning his dangerous yet handsome features as he grabbed Sakura by the hips with bruising force.

“W-Wait, let’s fight, you don’t----”

The older man clicked his tongue in disapproval the moment his prey tried to resist but he wasn’t against that, he already knew Sakura was going to antagonize him either way so he enjoyed.

Every. Minute. Of. It

And with a wicked grin!

“Don’t you ever rub one off after fighting? I’m lazy sometimes but some fights make me so high I just need it, y’know?” Sakura’s skin was so soft yet you could feel the sheer muscle underneath which is what Togame was doing right now.

“Stop, you f-fucking lunatic!”

Shishitoren’s vice leader wasn’t listening to the boy’s protests at all until he felt a hand pulling him from his braid.

The nerve of this brat.

“Nghh ♡ So feisty, Othello-kun ~ ” Sakura was a disrespectful one, but the amount of blush covering his pretty face after the man toyed with his voice, making it sound sinful while enjoying the moment made it all worth it at the end. Still a brat, though.  

For that very reason, Togame decided to be more aggressive with his approach, taking both of the boy’s hands over his head with one of his own, using his free hand to cup Sakura’s face.

It was a truly endearing sight, so he couldn’t help himself and immediately started to clean the other’s blood with his fingers, thumb licking every single last drop and of course, coming onto him by practicing those same licking motions right on the wounds.

Sakura jumped, absolutely flabbergasted for what was happening before his eyes, body trying with all of its strength to set free from the sleazy bastard holding him captive but to no avail.

Togame was huge compared to him, not only body wise but a head and a half taller, even his hands were unfairly big while Sakura’s felt ever so small in this situation. The bicolor haired boy didn’t know how to feel.

In one hand, he was full on high in pure adrenaline, pupils dilated and body reacting strongly to the man’s unusual ministrations as no one, ever in his life, touched him if it wasn’t on a fight.

Every interaction with other people was based on the principle of having a quarrel, a disagreement and even for fun -not on his part, though- so it was no wonder Sakura ended up in complete shock with his brain barely responding to him at the same time Togame decided to deepen whatever he was doing into full kissing down the side of his neck, hands gripping his wrists in place expertly.

All Sakura could do was muster a weak “Stop c-calling me like that, at least…” The boy profusely blushed, shamefully growing something between his legs because the other was right, after a good fight was somewhat normal to have some… business… to take care off.

He was so fucking pathetic, huh?

“Mmm, how should I call you, then?” Togame seemed keener on busying himself with the other’s neck, lapping up at the salty sweat like a hungry beast but still had it in him to drawl a bit of a coherent sentence, even so, still eager to fulfill this boy’s request because he was so cute asking for it.

So, licking his lips, the raven-haired man stopped completely to look at his work of art, a beautifully sprawled and blushy kitten right where he wanted it, only to come back onto him but instead of going to the neck once more, he placed his soft lips right in the other’s ear.

Sakura, unaware of the way Togame’s hips were getting snugly slotted between his legs more and more, got nervous and tried once more to break free.

What he got instead of freedom was a husky chuckle and a tug on his earlobe and then, with practiced sensuality, he whispered.

“Should I call you… Sa ~ ku ~ ra ~ ?” That was when Togame snapped his hips up to rub right where the boy needed it the most, provoking the most sinful sound he’s heard from him so far. Something between an outraged gasp, a moan and a helpless whimper, and honestly? He couldn’t get enough so the next thing the man did was to repeat the motions with more force than the first time, to get more of those precious sounds from his new toy.

And precious sounds he got.

Sakura was a royal mess both inside and outside, mind trying to comprehend why were they in this position, why his dick was absolutely interested in the way Togame’s own erection kept bumping in perfect angle into it, making the poor boy’s thoughts of running away to dissipate and be replaced by the ones of a horny teenager with a mosquito’s brain.

He was a simple minded idiot, of course he couldn’t keep up with being angry, outraged, scared and horny at the same time and the need for release was such a priority he decided to stop struggling for a moment, to collect himself.

Which obviously didn’t work at all, Sakura was panting and moaning without his own consent at this point, hips embarrassingly thrusting back and eyes glassy from the pleasure.

If only he knew the other wasn’t going to stop at just dry humping his pathetic self.

Togame planned this, he knew he’d have Sakura weak for himself tonight and wanted to get more out of this than, well, a horny rubbing down, so he stopped.

And God, Sakura whined at the loss. So pretty, his Othello-kun ~

Which was worse, he didn’t possess any kind of self-restraint when overstimulated like this, and it was only now that Sakura realized his predicament; when in the middle of a fight, sweat and blood mixing with high adrenaline levels, the bicolor haired boy found it always hard to stop himself from keeping the rhythm and the punching spree, causing his poor head to spin and actually enjoy the way his very much tense fists felt against the face of an idiot.

Right now, though, It was a totally different thing because he always had the privacy of his own room to unwind, sometimes jerking off until it hurts and lately, with all the stress of being the new face around town, he’d use his fingers in sinful ways to get that delicious high every single time.

When Togame gave him such assertive pleasure, even through their clothes but right after a hard fighting spree, he couldn’t resist the urge to pursue the other’s hips the moment that bastard decided to stop.

“You motherfuck---NHGG♡--” The long-haired man went at it again with a particular harsh thrust, as if to shut Sakura up and what was left for him to do but take it? He didn’t have the strength to set himself free from this gorilla of a dude and even so, a small part of the boy wanted to see what happened next.

“Shhhh, such a foul-mouthed kitten… Behave ~ ” Togame clicked his tongue playfully, using his free hand to take off those creepy shades, throwing them behind his back without looking, eyes never leaving his prey.

He was a man of principle after all, with the belief of giving your partner your upmost attention during such intimate times, conflictive as it was because he was forcing himself on said partner but who cared, Sakura seemed to be coming to terms with it either way.

But before the boy could even protest or say anything else, Togame mapped around with his hand pinching his nipples through the fabric of his t-shirt a few times, enjoying the way the nubs hardened at the mere touch of his fingers. Sensitive.

Sakura was panting at this point, confused about the way his body reacted to the older man’s every touch and even his words, stomach churning deliciously at being called a petname other than the initial one, a sweeter one.

God, this was so embarrassing.

“S-Stop teasing, goddamn it!” He spewed, all red and angry, needy for something more than what the other was doing. Sakura already accepted his faith, so why in the world was this slow ass motherfucker taking so much time for?!

As if reading his mind, Togame chuckled attractively, freeing the boy’s wrists knowing perfectly they were kind of in the same page, judging by Sakura’s uniform pants, which were a bit wet from their activities.

Even so, both knew Sakura couldn’t escape so why risk it? He didn’t want to give Togame the satisfaction of running away like a coward.

Go big or go home.

Misjudging someone wasn’t a new thing for Togame, he didn’t really take the time to know people anymore so he was surprised to see Sakura accept his fate this way or more like, challenging him to keep going… so refreshing, he chose well this time it seems.

Not wanting to lose more time pondering about the panting boy, Togame took a deep breath before almost ripping the bloodied t-shirt off, now thoroughly enjoying the feeling of warm skin beneath his fingers, the shivers Sakura’s body gave him as a reward, the eyes following his every move like a hawk. Cute.

“So soft, wish I could take my sweet time with you but… not today, darling ~ “ The man confided a complicit smile to the confused teen, expertly unbuttoning the uniform pants to slide them down the milky thighs along the underwear, he didn’t really have much time to enjoy, a mob boss was as busy as you could imagine.

However, Togame knew he had to hook Sakura into the pleasure only he could give him, so he came back between those legs, smirking up to the now flaring red till the ears boy, making a show of spitting into his right hand to lube it up and then.

“You’ve earned this, Sakura” Was all he said, tongue licking his lower lip as finally, fucking finally, his hand enveloped around Sakura’s cock with the expertise of someone who knew what he was doing.

Togame twitched his wrist, jerking the boy off leisurely. Sakura hated how much he enjoyed the practiced movements of the man’s hand, boldly bucking his hips to the source of that sinful pleasure. How pathetic.

Scratch that, he was loving every single second of it.

“F-Fuck… ah-“ The raven haired man said he didn’t have much time, but time he had, at least for a bit of orgasm denial, since he was feeling exceptionally wicked today.

“So mean, being the only one enjoying, what about meee? ~ “ Shishitoren’s vice leader intervened with a sing-song voice, putting the necessary pressure at the base of Sakura’s shaft to stop him from reaching climax; okay, he was a teenage boy after all and Togame didn’t hold that over his head, but a bit of self-control and restraint wasn’t that bad of a lesson to teach.

Besides, he wanted to show off and tempt Sakura with more than his hand so… He decided to let himself go, even if just a little.

“Hey---you… why… you fucking stopped!” Sakura felt so pathetic wanting to get pleasured but he was so, so frustrated and in need of release that his pride didn’t matter so much anymore, allowing his always hidden inner voice to angrily plead for what he needed.

Togame wanted to tease him to tears honestly, but again, time was short for a proper session with the new pet, so he went down to business.

“Don’t worry, Othello-kun, I don’t plan on torturing you this time…” Drawling the last words, the man didn’t give Sakura the luxury of getting used to anything, catching him off guard the moment he bent down to kiss the reddish tip of the boy’s needy cock.

“I told you not to c-call me th---aahnn f-fuuck!”

It made Sakura’s words die as he fought for his life, turning and tossing as much as Togame allowed him to before feeling a warm tongue right where he needed it the most.

It was moist, soft and oh so playful, drawing his dick’s veins one by one with just the tip, teasing his head with full on lapping and the bicolor haired boy was so lost in the new sensations, trying hard not to climax right then and there that he didn’t notice Togame collecting his own saliva to rub a single finger against his hole.

The tenderness wasn’t something a guy who never played with his ass should have, and that called for Togame’s attention on the matter as he realized Sakura surrendered so easily to the feeling of pure pleasure.

There was no doubt that this boy had more in him than just an entertaining personality and stunning looks.

Well, that was a topic for another moment.

“Ahh, breath…” Togame softly commanded, enveloping Sakura’s cock for the first time to suckle on the supple tip at the same time his finger started to make its way inside the velvety walls of the boy’s hole.

That startled him just a bit, the man noticed, even between his incoherent babbles and chanting, he managed to warn how close he was from release. Such a good boy.

In Sakura’s mind everything was a royal mess, he was a hundred percent aware that Togame was forcing himself and that the good sensations were all bodily functions but he couldn’t help wanting more and more every time Shishitoren’s vice leader began with a new kind of ministration. Now, it was the way he moved his finger inside him, in and out, curling it in all the right places and that, along with the stimulation on the tip of his cock, was a dangerous cocktail.

“Too much, too much…”

“You can take it baby, c’mon, don’t die on me ~ ”

Togame’s voice was so soft and unfairly attractive, calming Sakura down just right after pushing a second digit inside, immediately scissoring to stretch him open, for what? He didn’t know, the man just wanted to defile whatever he could from the boy.

The main point of this little “session” was for Togame to be entertained and if it took Sakura to get to his very limit then so be it.

“P-Please, if you keep it up… bastard…” Even dominated to his core, Sakura could be such a feisty little thing, insulting the man providing him with pleasure of the likes he’s never felt before with such ease, kicking his legs when Togame evilly curled his fingers into that small nub of nerves to make him lose all reasoning that was left inside his body.

Sakura exhaled once, twice, thrice… before welcoming another finger, cock already forgotten as the other was having more fun biting the insides of his thighs, leaving his mark everywhere he put his lips into.

The bicolor haired boy couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying every bit of it, so overstimulated just from his ass and whining loud and clear at the air hitting his poor, unattended dick.

Bad luck.

“Want me to take care of that? Ask nicely then and I’ll reconsider ~ “

“Fuck you!”

“Maybe another day ~”

Togame wasn’t going to suck him off at this rate and Sakura was sure he wanted to cry from the lack of stimulation to his now reddening cock.

After a particular movement of Togame’s wrist, the bicolor haired boy’s mind melted into a puddle, leaving him no choice but to ask for what he wanted, even though the man could understand only a little between helpless whimpers and moans.

“P-Please, please, I can’t----Togame, you sick motherf---please, touch me, anything, please!”

Bold was Sakura’s middle name it seemed, because he wasn’t going down without a fight and mid pleading found him pulling on Togame’s braid once more but this time, without a calculated amount of force, he went all out making the man moan with it.

Ah, this was bad, he wanted to torture Sakura a little more, but the thought of having him doing this again in another context, preferably with his cock buried deep inside the teen, was tempting.

He had to hook his baby one way or another.

“So feisty, you asked for it” Togame darkly warned, burning into Sakura’s eyes with his lustful stare right before going down on him once more, this time swallowing him whole with practiced expertise.

While his fingers now were indeed rapidly fucking the boy’s hole and his mouth busy sucking him off for his life, Sakura started tearing up.

The pleasure was just too much, he couldn’t keep up with how much Togame was ruining him and rather sooner than later, he grabbed the man’s hair for purchase, releasing his hot seed for the Shishitoren’s vice leader to drink on.

Sakura tasted so fucking good, bitter despite the implied sweetness of his hidden personality, hot and inexorably virgin and oh god, the way his ass clenched around his fingers went straight to Togame’s cock.

Right, his cock, his unattended cock.

Fuck it, he planned to tease Sakura more and refrain from showing his body too much, to keep the mystery going but it was a lot right now, so, getting his pants down just a bit to free himself from the underwear’s restrain.

“Now, for the final touch…” The man’s sleazy voice was dripping with desire as his own had went down to relieve himself, right between Sakura’s legs.

And the boy was so utterly messed up the only thing he could do was watching Togame’s big cock almost touching his tummy while the raven-haired man stroked it so fast the sounds were doing things to him.

Even though he just came…

In his haziness, the Furin student couldn’t hide how much he was enjoying the view of Togame’s lustful expression as he came in hot ropes all over his stomach and chest, the only thing he could do was to twitch at the other’s sheer desire, the eyes of a predator compelling the boy to stay still and let him be.

What he didn’t expect at all was the same man caging him against the stage’s floor once more.

“You’re so pretty, Sakura…” Togame panted, biting the juncture between the boy’s jaw and neck, peppering his clavicle with kisses and a few hickies, probably riding his own high now that it was over and then…

Then, the Shishitoren’s vice leader looked him down to appreciate his fine work but Sakura, fucked out and tired as he could be, not counting on the man wiping the fingers that were once inside Sakura but with his tongue and then, with the same hand, taking out his phone to FUCKING TAKE A PICTURE OF HIM!

“WHAT---WAIT! YOU SLEAZY BASTARD!!” All of Sakura’s efforts to catch Togame’s phone were futile because he couldn’t even properly get up, that much this man fucked him up, even if it was in a good way.

He was scared, though, that showed in his eyes and the other felt a little remorseful, but the picture was necessary to secure Sakura as his toy for whenever he wanted him here.

“Easy, Othello-kun, you’re going to hurt yourself ~ “ The man shrugged, taking advantage of the boy’s current state to get his clothes in place and look presentable versus the other naked and then, he continued drawling his voice, much to Sakura’s annoyance. “Let’s say this will never see the light unless… unless you don’t come back to me…” Then, that creepy smile, ugh.

It shouldn’t turn Sakura on this much.

“I told you not to call me that, I have a name, y’know?” Ah, he was already accepting his fate.

“What about this, I don’t call you that and you come to me when I call you? Oh, and the photo stays, just as a reminder to keep your promise, what about that, Sa ~ ku ~ ra ~ ?” Togame was gathering Sakura’s clothes as he spoke, not risking the boy’s rage by helping him dress, there was a limit on how much he could push Sakura until he truly exploded and it was something he got to learn in just a day.

He wondered briefly just how much of this feisty boy he was going to learn from now on…

“Whatever, you fucking creep” A half hearted insult was all Sakura was capable of while dressing lazily, truly accepting that this was his life now and there was nothing he could do but make the most out of it. “Just get me more guys to fight…” He murmured, getting up now fully dressed but uncomfortable because he was dirty and bloody.

“Then you got yourself a deal ~ “

Seeing that Sakura didn’t flinch when he came up to him, taking the boy’s chin with a soft movement and then, Togame closed the distance between them with an unexpected kiss on the lips.

Chapter 2: Side to Side

Summary:

"Because he was possessive, he’d never allow the bicolor haired boy to see other people as long as he lived.

And that’s why this obsession was more dangerous for him than for Sakura, because he was getting into it deeper each time they met."

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Sakura’s life has been always this out of body experience in which the boy would quietly and sometimes aggressively come to terms with being the black sheep of every single situation, be it his fault or not, 100% of the interactions with other people were based in the palpable disgust they felt for him, his appearance and character forged by mistreatment and loneliness.

So, why was Togame Jo so obsessed with him?

The bicolor haired boy tried to reason with the possibility of his own appearance being the key factor of Togame’s interest in him, as it was clear the older man fancied his hair and eyes, throwing little compliments here and there, comparing them to ramune marbles while fingering Sakura’s ass with vigor, breathless and sporting that goddamn creepy smile he had every time things went his way.

But that’s all he did for now and Sakura sometimes got so overstimulated and impatient, body aching for more than just fingers and lips, more than just the other’s attention.

He was becoming greedy with lust, pursuing the pleasure without restraint to the point Togame always ended up teasing the boy about it.

Wasn’t his fault, it was the sleazy man who introduced Sakura to sex or well, whatever they were doing because fondling and fingering him didn’t feel like real sex. Actually, if both were to be engaging in such activities, someone should be, you know, receiving more than just rubbing and such.

Not that Sakura ever imagined himself on the receiving end… or did he?

Let’s see.

“I need to stop thinking, damn it!”

The Furin student tossed and turned in bed, trying his best to stop the brain from conjuring those delicious images of Togame moving on top of him, abusing his hole with more than just his fingers and because Sakura already had a bit of experience with the man’s cock, he could actually picture and daydream about having it not only in his mouth but other places…

Sakura turned around on his tummy now, hands fisting the sheets beneath him. He knew what was about to happen.

“Fucking hate y-you… nghhh…”

“Do you, Othello-kun? ~ “ Imaginary Togame replied, sending his poor hips into a frenzy against the futon, shamelessly dry humping at the thought of being touched by those big, calloused hands.

Would Togame grab him so he would stop moving? Would the man sneak a lick or two, maybe some fingers to pleasure him?

He knew one thing though; the man would be so fucking pleased to see him in this shameful state.

“Ahhh---” His own voice took him from the train of thoughts rather fast, making him realize his movements were so intense but empty at the same time, he had to do something to actually achieve completion.

So, he did the most effective thing or more like, what worked the best these days in putting him over the edge.

Undoing one of his fists from the sheets, Sakura took two fingers into his mouth, coating them with a generous amount of saliva and oddly enjoying it, cock still trapped beneath him and the futon, moving without restraint.

After he deemed it was enough, it came the most annoying part, to get down to business; Sakura reached behind him and beneath his underwear to finally give into the ache of feeling something inside, this time his fingers.

God, he would never admit this out loud but he’d rather have Togame’s fingers expertly stretch him than whatever this was, so, frustrated because that couldn’t happen right now, the boy started fucking himself, moaning unrestrictedly until he was an utter mess because…

Because when the time for his inevitable climax came, the only thing he could think about was Togame’s shit eating grin every time he made the bicolor haired boy orgasm.

He wanted to wipe off the smirk off the man’s face, even if it was a piece of his imagination right now.

Sakura didn’t know why but he absolutely refused to overthink about what just happened, that was between him and whatever deity was popular these days, no one should ever know, not even Togame and…

God, to think about that fucking annoying prick once more got him all hot and bothered all over again but this time, this time he wasn’t going to go for seconds as his body was already spent and sadly, some of his come started to get through the thin fabric of his boxers to the very sheets.

Great, more laundry.

“I’m going to punch him so hard tomorrow…” To compensate, Sakura said to himself while shamefully cleaning after himself and getting ready for a good night of sleep because all in all, such an intense orgasm got him yawning from tiredness.

****

On the other side of the city, while Sakura was getting all comfy and warm for bed, the man haunting his dreams and fantasies was having a good time terrorizing some poor idiots who crossed him.

Scratch that, Togame wasn’t having a good time at all, he even questioned himself why was this even necessary but the answer was the same every single time, it was so Shishitoren’s sun would remain immaculate and unbothered, that was his chosen struggle.

Far away were the days in which Choji and him walked down the streets with a carefree semblance, surrounded by the friends he was able to make thanks to the other.

Choji was hella strong and he got crowned Shishitoren’s youngest leader when they were teens, keeping his title even now in the present, but they weren’t a harmless group of kids playing delinquent gang anymore.

Things escalated when Togame started to do all the “skinning” and dirty work in the shadows, but as long as Choji remained unbothered and loved by everyone, his ideals will never crumble, or so he thought.

Togame stomped on another guy while still reminiscing of the past, not minding the painful screams coming from the figure beneath him. At this point, the man was used to his ways, like a butcher who was used to skinning animals alive.

The difference remained on these not being animals but actual human beings, but it was too late, ten years too late to take it all back.

“Weaklings aren’t needed in Shishitoren, after all” He responded to no one, under his breath, stomping on the guy’s head once more to shut him up completely.

In the silence, Togame found himself overthinking again.

He sighed, taking out his phone to check the time.

Maybe he should call him. Nowadays, that brat was the only thing preventing the man from going crazy and as dangerous as it was, he couldn’t stop obsessing over Sakura, wanting to get his hands all over the boy and make him loose himself in the pleasure only Togame was able to give him.

Because he was possessive, he’d never allow the bicolor haired boy to see other people as long as he lived.

And that’s why this obsession was more dangerous for him than for Sakura, because he was getting into it deeper each time they met.

Still, he wanted nothing more than to shut those annoying voices up and stop thinking once and for all, so, pressing the other’s contact, he dialed Sakura’s number hoping he wasn’t asleep yet.

“The fuck do you want at this hour…” Came the half assed reply of the boy’s low voice, probably from sleep.

Togame didn’t know that Sakura just laid down in bed, with clean sheets after pleasuring himself to the thoughts of his hands and lips on him, with his voice raspy from all the moaning and groaning.

He chuckled, charmed by the grumpy boy’s antics.

“Let’s meet tomorrow, Sakura” Togame breathed out, looking at the night sky, his fingers aching the softness of the other’s skin and muscles.

Could be the fact he rubbed one off to the older man, or that the night was too pleasant, but Sakura found it in him to agree without putting up a fight like he usually did, of course pretending to be annoyed by such proposition.

“Where? I kinda wanna kick your stupid face” The Furin student countered, smiling despite himself.

Togame breathed out an attractive chuckle once more, melting the boy without knowing so and then, he replied, “Come to Ori, I’ll pick you up” Then, sensing Sakura was about to question where to, the man clarified. “My place, got a back garden we can spar on”

And then I’m going to eat you out in the comfort of my bed as soon as we finish.

Woops. Impulsive thoughts were at it again.

Sakura liked to pretend he was thinking every time the other asked to see him but of course, of the fucking course, he agreed at the end of the day.

“Fine, after patrolling, see ya” And before Togame could say anything back, Sakura hung up on him, leaving the man with a stupid yet maniac smile painted all over his face.

Ah, he was going to see his precious Othello-kun tomorrow, his escape to the horrible reality, his dangerous obsession.

May as well go to a public bath and take his sweet time tonight, stress out, let the nice steam do its goddamn job and lastly…

Get some good sleep to be able to enjoy Sakura thoroughly tomorrow.

****

“You’re not taking this seriously!” A punch that looked like it came from nowhere surprised Togame who, with experienced expertise blocked it with one hand, as if Sakura’s fist weighed nothing.

They’ve been at it for a solid hour, the green from Togame’s well cared grass sticking to the lighter parts of their clothes while tossing and turning over and over in a dangerous dance.

To the older man, this was a nice practice. To Sakura, a chance to get back at Togame for… for what? Pleasuring him? Obviously not.

That douchebag didn’t deserve a second thought and that’s why he got distracted, allowing the bigger figure to move at an ungodly speed before making his last move, pushing Sakura with his back against the ground, a loud thud following through.

“Haaah, I’m sooooo tired-- I guess this is it for today, don’t you thiiiink? ~ “ Togame drawled, small huffs of air between the dragged words making him sound sinful like… like they were doing something nasty.

And Sakura felt robbed of his chance to punch the other once more, his pride hurt because Togame wasn’t even trying nor being serious, yet he couldn’t win no matter what.

Maybe the boy was too distracted by the sound of Shishitoren’s vice leader’s ragged breath, his wicked smile and swift movements, the way his voice sounded breathy and deeper if that was even possible.

Sakura would never say it out loud, but Togame wasn’t an eyesore and these encounters did spark something akin to attraction.

That much he would admit to himself.

“You sound like an… haaah… o-old man… you---” All the boy’s voice could produce were half assed insults and a light swat with his right hand at the other’s face, proving Togame’s point of this being all for now.

He wasn’t really hurt, Sakura noticed how over time, the older man’s fists felt heavy against everywhere in his bruised body but his face, that place Togame would be extra careful with, much to the Furin student’s annoyance because now he realized the extent of Togame’s attraction for him, the care put in every single place he decided he liked most of Sakura, like his face, hair and arms.

The raven haired man’s breathy chuckle brought him back to reality before he could explore that dangerous thought for longer.

Sakura pouted in response, feeling both irritated and flustered.

It was the same breathy chuckle Togame executed in his ear every time he brought the boy to completion, and Sakura would be lying if he said it didn’t do things to his poor head and lower stomach.

As if sensing the storm inside the bicolor haired boy’s mind, Shishitoren’s vice leader decided to take pity on him by pretending he didn’t see how affected the other was, how horny because Sakura’s cock was hard as a rock beneath him and against his leg and what wouldn’t the man give to fuck him right there but---

But Togame wanted to edge his Othello-kun a little bit, take him apart and make him beg for the man to finally fuck him because they didn’t get that far yet and, in all honestly, it was getting suffocating, at least for him.

Now, propping Sakura up much to the other’s groaning discontent, was an easy task thank fuck, because one, the boy didn’t seem to mind even though he was pretending to be annoyed and two, he was strong enough to manhandle his body however he pleased.

“Are you allowing me to do this for any particular reason, Othello-kuun? ~ ” Togame drawled, noting how Sakura’s legs were wrapped against his hips, barely hiding the amusement this situation provoked in him.

As expected, the Furin student growled an incoherent sentence, pulling from Togame’s long hair with little to no force, as if to chastise the man from mocking him any further.

“You didn’t take me seriously, so I figured you can get me to the bathroom, that’s all, don’t get too cocky because I let you do it, you insufferable bastard!” Then, faithful to his explosive nature, Sakura screamed his last three words right into the other’s ear, making him laugh.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, let’s get cleaned” He decided on a simple answer, not wanting to annoy Sakura any further before he got to taste him again.

It happened gradually; when they met, Togame wanted nothing more than to elicit visceral reaction after visceral reaction from the bicolor haired beauty, provoking him was easy and effective, granting Shishitoren’s vice leader and endless fountain of entertainment but then, then he started liking Sakura’s less explosive reaction.

The way he was bashful after certain amount of pleasure given to him, how he chanted Togame’s name over and over when he was particularly close, his half assed protests when the man wanted nothing more than to kiss and fondle him, not giving into the silent begging.

He liked hearing Sakura beg in his own, aggressive way; he’ll prompt Togame to “get on with it”, kicking his shoulders while the latter did nothing but toy with the tip of his cock and barely finger him, edging the living hell out of the boy.

Ah, he was pondering again and Sakura was pushing him, trying to get off.

“Are you listening to me?!” He spat, irritably looking into the now hazy green eyes.

“Sorry, sorry, I got a bit distracted ~ “ Togame tried to cover up his recent discovered appreciations with drawled words, momentarily getting out of the boy’s heavy scrutiny.  

And right before Sakura could keep scolding the man to his heart’s content, the view of Togame’s traditional bathroom left him in awe.

For a moment his head told him it made sense, being the raven haired one a traditional man himself, an old spirit residing inside a 25 year old and all of it, but nothing prepared him for the peace those shoji screens, sliding doors and separate shower, bathtub and classic stool gave him.

It was so nice he caught himself staring much to Togame’s amusement.

“Want me to scrub your back, Sakuraa? ~ “ He slyly said, allowing the latter to break free from his embrace, watching as the boy walked around the normal sized space, drinking it all in.

“If I say no, you’ll do it anyway, you creep” Sakura spat with no bite in his words, simply deciding to undress as he was used to the other seeing him completely naked, although, a fleeting thought of Togame always being clothed didn’t sit right with him.

Not really something to be dwelling into since they were going to clean up and the sly bastard would have to get naked to do so.

“Ehhh, I asked ~ “ The man simply said, removing his clothes too but noticing how Sakura just sat on the stool without looking at him, back to Togame silently giving permission to do whatever.

Ah, he was so cute, like a spicy kitten finally giving into the caretaker’s charm.

Yeah, Sakura was his kitten.

Without saying another word, Togame filled up a small sized basin with water, taking his sweet time before touching Sakura’s back with his cold, wet hands, rubbing soap all over the expanse of muscle. It felt amazing how quickly the other’s tense stance relaxed under his touch once he started being constant with the slick touches, which allowed him to venture his calloused hands to other parts of the boy’s body.

“Don’t—” Sakura mumbled, feeling the green eyed snake’s fingers toy with his nipples and tummy, fleeting feathery touches driving him insane and then, just when he was about to touch Togame back, he withdrew his hands, unfairly so.

In order to clean Sakura up thoroughly, he sadly had to use a sponge to scrub off the blood and remains of dirt and grass from him which he did, in a quick, efficient way, right after scrubbing his own body.

Then, Shishitoren’s vice leader made them both get up as he turn around, to reach Sakura’s legs and now, without restraint, showing his body off to the blushing teen drinking him up and down with his mismatched eyes.

“Like what you see? ~ “ Tongue licking the tip of his lower lip playfully, the words came out from Togame in a very much enticing way, which made Sakura do a double take. “You know, my eyes are up here, Othello-kun…” The man faked a sad undertone, noticing how much the bicolor haired boy drooled over his chest.

Was Sakura realizing what he was doing right now?

“S-Shut up!!” Was all the boy said to cover up his embarrassment, leaving Togame all alone while he entered the shower, first cold, then to a better, warm temperature. He needed to calm down the storm happening in his head because what the hell… why was Togame so big fucking everywhere?!

“Ahhh, you’re not facing me now, embarrassed much?” Togame drawled his voice once more, following Sakura to the shower and slowly but surely backing him up against the cold tile, surprised he didn’t put up much of a fight.

Sakura was blushing, though, from head to toe, trembling at the feeling of the man’s warm body behind him; the way his not even half hard cock felt big resting against his ass, his chest breathing in and out stuck to his back, it was all too much for him.

“I’m gonna punch your teeth off!” The boy settled with a halfhearted threat, trembling as the other’s hand mapped out his hips down to his legs, making Sakura part them just a little bit.

“Guess I have to apologize for being a jerk, huh?” He breathed out against the boy’s ear, licking the tip of the shell and finally rubbing his cock between the tempting ass cheeks.

It didn’t take much for Togame’s cock to come to life nor for Sakura to start breathing erratically as the feeling of this man’s looming body all over him was both terrifying and pleasurable.

“I’m sorry, Sakura….” Togame began, lining up his shaft between the Furin student’s legs, pressing them around it immediately. “I’m sorry, Sakura…” He repeated, biting his earlobe sexily, hips starting to move with the slick sensation from his pre-come making it good for the constant sliding, letting the other know how much he was enjoying their little moment and then.

“Haaaah--- I’m sorry, Sakura ~ “ The man thrusted particularly hard that made Sakura yelp and moan from the bottom of his throat.

“Stop… you don’t even mean it…” The bicolor haired boy whispered, surprised by how fast Togame turned him around as he didn’t even feel it until the other’s cock was again nestled between his thighs “Y-You---”

“Shh, Sakura, I apologized, didn’t I? Won’t ya cut me some---haah—slack? ~ “ Shishitoren’s vice leader paused, thrusting while grabbing Sakura’s ass with both hands, leaving the boy to try and survive such wave of lust.

As it was evident for the Furin student that he wasn’t going to be able to survive this without holding onto Togame for dear life, his hands made the executive decision to latch onto the man’s big, toned chest, making him chuckle and thrust with more vigor.

That seemed to fire up Togame who proceeded to lick at Sakura’s lips right before being granted permission to finally kiss the bicolor haired beauty to his heart’s content.

Togame kissed gently, thoroughly and precise, he didn’t do anything without its proper calculation and always, without fail, left Sakura breathless and wanting more.

Sometimes, the man’s kisses were enough to bring him over the edge with such intensity he wondered if it was the kissing only or Togame’s way of devouring him like a sleazy predator. He’ll never know, though, he couldn’t think straight enough to analyze the situation at hand.

So, the next thing he did was to moan inside the raven-haired man’s mouth while twisting his hands greedily grabbing at his pecs, knowing how much Togame enjoyed when he took the initiative.

“Fuuuck ~ “ No one ever played with his chest and it showed in the way Togame picked up the pace once the other started fondling him so cutely, as if seeking purchase or even better, getting back at him somehow “Saku~raa ~ ”

Of course, Sakura was so lost in pleasure he missed the way the man’s face contorted in pure pleasure as he soaked up the slippery, milky thighs with thick ropes of come.

It took the boy a solid minute to realize what was happening before he actually felt the liquid traveling down through his legs and… why did he feel so angry about that? Togame never neglected his pleasure but something about him coming before Sakura was foul to the flustered student.

“You’re… haaah… pressing them so hard, Sakura…” Togame commented, putting his now clean hands on top of the boy’s grabbing at his chest possessively and positively angry. Heh.

Sakura huffed, not granting the other a reply and simply unlatching his hands from those pecs; he had to admit, Togame was ripped and big, squishy enough for it to be a de-stress tool…

“If I knew you’d like ‘em so much, I’d show them more… say, Othello-kun, you haven’t come yet…” The man drawled taking his goddamn time to savor each word, which made the bicolor haired boy’s irritation rose through the roof, but Togame’s next words shocked him so much he couldn’t be even angry. What?

“Why don’t you try them out? ~ “ Licking the tip of Sakura’s lower lip, Togame was granted instant entrance into the other’s wet cavern, taking advantage on how the Furin student ended up floaty from the indecent proposal he just made.

It was obvious he was imagining how Togame’s pecs felt in more ways than touching them with just his hands.

“D-Don’t mock me, you bastard….” He spat, trying to save face as the older man dragged him around to clean them both and be ready for the next session.

He wasn’t over with Sakura just yet.

Instead of answering to one of the multiple insults from the boy, Togame decided to just get on with it and drag them both from the bathroom, a single towel just to dry them off a little bit before stepping foot into the man’s tidy, simplistic room.

It was a traditional Japanese room, no bed, just a big ass futon and minimalistic decoration, much to Shishitoren’s vice leader’s enjoyment.

“You live like an old man” Sakura commented, using the towel after Togame and drying enough for him to be comfortable, dick still hard as a rock from all the steamy fondling and kissing.

He wanted to die from how much he needed to be stimulated and the goddamn bastard was prolonging his misery this way.

Was it on purpose?

“Mmm been told that, moreover, why don’t you wait on the futon? Be right with ya in a sec ~ “ It was ominous, the way Togame said the last bits of the sentence, and who was Sakura to back out now of all times when he was so horny he could die?

He wasn’t doing this for the man but for his own gain, yeah.

That’s why the bicolor haired beauty sat down like a good boy, feeling a small pang of jealousy at the knowledge that someone has been here before, but appreciating how soft it was beneath him, well, Togame was a boss mob, if he couldn’t afford commodities like this then what was the point, right?

Such was his pondering that he didn’t notice when the larger man joined him in the futon, dropping a small bottle of what could be only lube at the side of one of the pillows.

Sakura eyed the liquid inside, wondering why was even needed now of all times; Togame never used lube with him, he always liked to drench his private parts in saliva and eat him out like his life depended on it so that left him a bit uneasy.

Of course, Togame was a box of surprises and whatever he was thinking ended up being discarded as the gorgeous hunk laid down on his back, bringing Sakura to sit on his lap as he did so.

Wait, gorgeous hunk? That wasn’t even something he’d think in a million years!

The man seemed to be enjoying Sakura’s internal battle and commotion like he always did, but that didn’t prevent him from pulling down the Furin student by the nape, initiating a light make out session to get him back in the mood, only separating when both needed to breath.

“Y’know…” Togame bit the boy’s lower lip, slowly dragging it between his teeth, eyes full of an unknown amount of lust Sakura never saw in him since they met. “No one ever paid attention to my chest like you did, was thinking why don’t you…” Another kiss, making the bicolor haired beauty’s brain mushy and stupid “Put that pretty thing riiiiiight here as a reward, mm? ~ “ As the cherry on top, Togame’s free hand went down to squeeze Sakura’s dick with his own already coming back to life, making him whimper an uncomfortable “What the fuck?” that was mostly the boy talking to himself anyways.

Sakura, at this point, this very point of his life, was at a loss for actual words. He never fantasized with the other’s chest until now and to even consider he was about to accept Togame’s offering was saying a lot about his own tastes, the discovery of his own sexuality and how to handle a man this hot and sinful, in control a hundred percent of their times together.

So he nodded, blushing from head to toe and biting the man’s lips in return while bucking his hips to the generous hand edging him.

Togame’s ego felt obscenely happy at the boy finally giving in without protesting like he usually did, so, to reward such good behavior, the man waited for Sakura to have his fill in heated kisses before ceasing all stimulation “You’ve earned this, kitten ~ ” Was all he said the moment both of his hands went straight to the other’s ass, bringing him up with ease, like he was actually the weight of a kitten and God, just how enticing that small, capricious pout and blushy cheeks were…

The Furin student’s voice only allowed him to curse and insult Togame with half assed words as he looked down in awe. This was the first time he was on the literal top and sadly, the boy couldn’t say he didn’t love the prospect of what was about to happen.

He was innocent, but every teenager knew about this particular position and even if Togame’s chest wasn’t a girl’s, he had prominent, juicy pectorals that now the latter was lubbing up.

“So it doesn’t hurt you, c’mon don’t be shy, sit down properly aaaaand…” The man drawled, pressing his lubbed hand to Sakura’s cock and forcefully bringing him down to sit it between his pecs “…and be a good boy, okay? ~ “ Licking his lips, Togame allowed the other some slack as he looked a bit out of it already.

“Shut the h-hell up, you goddamn pervert, you----Nghhh ~ “ Sakura tried his best to retort and spit his hatred towards the man for tempting him this much, but right before he could finish a properly articulated sentence, Togame pushed his pecs together to welcome the boy’s dick between them.

“Can’t do all the work myself--- move, kitten ~ “ Oh, the other’s words seemed to be working like a charm because it was all it took for the weakened student to start moving, albeit clumsily.

The sensations were nothing he ever felt before, totally different from the usual Togame had him used to at this point. From a virgin’s point of view, he had to admit the feeling of constant edging and muscle enveloping a portion of his dick was amazing and left him wanting for more.

Was too much and not enough at the same time, so Sakura started chasing whatever amount of pleasure he could find between Togame’s pecs, much to the other’s amusement at how desperate he looked.

It was his reward, right?!

“Sakuraaaa, you’re being sooo rough with me, be kind ~ “ The man teased mercilessly, taking the bicolor haired beauty’s hands in his to show him how to press his chest in a way he’d find more enjoyment, and being Sakura the secretly greedy boy he was, accepted gladly the change.

It was weird at first, to be “using” Togame’s chest that way, like he finally had the power since they started seeing each other but…

But it was cut short by the sly bastard’s fingers prodding at his hole with slippery lube for easier access, that threw Sakura over the edge but he wasn’t going to let him win that easily.

Harsh, wet sounds were all that could be heard in the entirety of the man’s room, Sakura’s low moaning and groaning, the friction of his cock and Togame’s pecs and now, the slushy sounds of those big, calloused fingers violating Sakura’s ass relentlessly.

For a moment of clarity, Sakura admitted to himself this was so kinky and perfect for him, it was like Togame scratched him always, without failing, where he was aching the most and that was the moment he felt weak enough to let go.

It was an empty orgasm, unsatisfactory one would say, because Togame removed his fingers right before Sakura’s orgasm to bring the boy closer to him and be able to swallow his come like a thirsty man in a desert.

Anyone would be happy to orgasm in such circumstances, anyone but Sakura.

The same Sakura used to having something inside, toying with his prostate to reach completion, the same Sakura used to those big ass hands mapping around the sensitive parts of his body for better pleasure… the same Sakura that was now pouting down, legs trembling and capricious aura much to Togame’s amusement.

What to do…

“You lookin’ at me like that, ‘s not fair, Othello-kun… I gave you a reward, didn’t I?” The man started, taking his own damn time to push Sakura with his back to the futon, basically exchanging positions and looming over the smaller figure “But I get ya, I feel unsatisfied still…” Mapping the expanse of the boy’s chest with his lips, Togame greedily licked both nipples in his usual teasing manner.

Sakura remembered how before they started doing whatever this was, he never felt anything on there, nor even had the need to touch his now sensitive buds when jerking off.

Well, he fingered himself now so what was so surprising about that, huh?

“If I’m not happy t-then is not a… nghhhh… n-not a reward, you know?” The Furin student bravely countered, hands tangling into Togame’s hair as the other went further down to his not so soft dick anymore. That made the man chuckle, kissing the tip and ignoring it for now as he was going for his favorite meal of all.

“I apologize, Sakura, let me rectify myself ~ “ After teasing Sakura’s patience, Togame decided it was enough and went straight to lick and tongue fuck his needy hole, his own cock twitching with excitement at the prospect of doing more than their usual.

It started as a small, nagging thought, an occurrence of Togame dissociating during his duties and thinking only of fucking his current obsession until he cried. But maybe soft, soft enough for the boy to enjoy and ask for more.

Well, he didn’t want to hurt Sakura and that was something that surprised the man whenever he daydreamed about him.

“T-Togame…” The bicolor haired beauty whimpered, bringing him back to the present with a harsh reality check as he was neglecting his duties once more.

“Sorry, got a bit into my head, didn’t I? ~ “ He wasn’t gonna to make it this time, he needed to take all of Sakura’s firsts or he was going to go crazy----

 Togame reached out behind the other’s head to find the lube and get his fingers dripping with it once more “You need some stretching for what it's coming, Sakura” He said in all honesty, knowing the other will follow through with whatever he wanted to do, as he was affected the same as Togame right now.

Sakura suspected, in his mind haze, what Togame was stretching him for in this very moment and he couldn’t say he wasn’t looking forward to it. Different from the many times he was a victim of the man’s libido and dominant stance in sex, he enjoyed that now both were aching for it.

But, was he ready to have something more than Togame’s fingers and tongue inside?

“I think you’re ready… “ Shishitoren’s vice leader’s semi agitated voice took him out of his head as he looked down out of habit, observing the man’s three fingers stretching his insides expertly. Honestly speaking, they weren’t cutting it anymore, that’s how he knew this was it, ready or not, so he nodded, blushing like a madman.

“Don’t you fucking d-dare mock me!” The kitten like boy spat, watching as the other took him seriously for the first time since they met, making preparations such as getting the last contents of the lube bottle on his own cock to make it easier, opening Sakura’s legs to fit himself better and of course, kiss his boy’s worries out of him with an explosive, needy make out session.

“I’d never ~” Togame’s tongue was relentless inside Sakura’s mouth, asserting dominance, swallowing his complains and moans with ease… he kissed like he fought: mercilessly, assertive and oh, so enticingly.

After what it felt like an eternity, the kiss was broken.

“Deep breaths, I know you like pain but this is a bit different…” This part of Togame’s personality was new to Sakura, who was used to see him as a lame bully, expert tease and abominable sex beast… it was nice, to see him being caring for once since they met.

The older man’s hands were distributed in order to both hold Sakura by his nape and align his cock to the tender hole waiting to be defiled. “I know how t-tight you are but damn… damn…” Togame was chanting on the boy’s lips as he started to breach in very, very slowly. He didn’t want to hurt him, but pleasure him and see how many more faces and sounds he’d make.

Sakura was a mess, though, it DID hurt as much as Togame said it would but for some reason it was exciting as well. The first burn of the man’s cockhead almost took all of the air from his lungs and the only thing he could do was to seek purchase on Togame’s big arms, scratching to leave marks that hurt as much as he was hurting, maybe he wanted to see the parts with no tattoos with his marks. Talk about possessive.

He was in his head so much, trying to ignore the excessive pain and feelings that haunted him, so, by the time it was all seated inside him, was Togame who woke him up with a guttural groan, head falling on Sakura’s chest probably to calm himself down.

Having the other’s big cock inside, stretching him constantly and pulsing so goddamn much was just what he needed all this time, it seemed. Maybe he wouldn’t admit this out loud for now, but since starting with this messed up arrangement, Sakura wondered more often than not how it would feel, when his hands were wrapped around the man’s girt, like measuring it and of course, the fantasies when he got off thinking about being fucked by this sleazy bastard.

“Can I move?” Said bastard asked, biting the boy’s neck softly as if to grounding himself from doing anything else. It was sweet, for a lame idiot.

Sakura decided it was enough and that he needed this as much as Togame did, so, hooking his arms around the man’s neck, he took the initiative and kissed him, hoping it was enough of a response since he wasn’t about to ask to be fucked!

Togame understood, he knew Sakura enough by now to know how he expressed himself without words but with actions, so he obeyed, kissing him back with desperation right before bottoming out of the other’s hole, pushing back, hard.

This made Sakura yelp but never stopping their make out session and that reassured Togame, who did this a few more times, in and out painfully slow as If to shape Sakura’s velvety insides to his big cock.

He was a bastard, he wanted to own Sakura in every possible way, give him so much pleasure he became dependent on Togame even for orgasming at the comfort of his own home.

To make the boy as obsessed as he was, and that’s why, when the initial pain was visibly out for Sakura, his thrusts began to push with a bit more of intent, ravaging the boy’s hole with every moment.

“T-Togame… Togame…” At this point, even though he wanted to be indifferent and snap at the other, Sakura felt stupidly overwhelmed by the sensation of being this full, by the pleasure on being hard fucked and the sounds their sinful makings were doing, from skin slapping to slippery in's and out's.

He was so done for, but still, the only thing he’d allow for now was Togame’s name in a chant, over and over, which made the man crazy and needy as fuck if their quick pace had anything to go by.

They didn’t know how much time passed but even for Togame, it was really pathetic to feel at the verge of climax with so little and to add more shame, he already came once. Such was the power Sakura held over him.

“Sakura, Sakura… f-fuck you feel so good… w-want it inside, baby? ~ “ Shishitoren’s vice leader made a small recovery after hearing his name whispered like that almost drove him over the edge, slowing down which was even more torturous for both, if only to tempt his boy more.

“Just keep going---dun’ care!” It worked, because Sakura was a mess in no time, pouting and demanding he went faster with his legs locked behind Togame’s back, pushing him impossibly deeper “Don’t s-stop, what the… haaah… what the hell…” Those words felt so foreign coming from him but that was just how Sakura was, even blushing and all, he never shied away from what he wanted.

Which made Togame needier and obedient, like a good old dog would.

“Sorry, here…” The man apologized, resuming a better pace but not as quick as before, allowing both of them to actually enjoy and more than anything, he didn’t want to upset Sakura anymore.

What a softie.

Words were said, pleasure was enjoyed and the tension began growing on both their stomachs, flaring with an intensity they didn’t experiment before while Shishitoren’s vice leader and the boy who came out of town reached their peak almost one after the other, kissing fiercely and touching each other like they never did before.

There were hugs, kisses, caresses and a questionable amount of after care for something of the likes of their arrangement, and it was a fact that something had shifted between them after having intimacy this way.

Of course, neither of them wanted to address the elephant in the room so they continued for one more round, ending up on Togame’s bathtub and then cuddling on his big futon until day came, finding them both with more questions than answers.

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Chapter 3: If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you

Summary:

"At this point of their twisted relationship, even Sakura could admit for himself that Togame was so much more than that. They shared whispers and stories, mostly the man, at the end of each night both spent together, every calm bath they took at Togame’s place and over the shared food on the other’s table."

Notes:

Phew! Finally, after almost dying from health complications I have returned like a fucking phoenix to keep doing my thing, hallelujah! (please do your medical check ups reguarly, don't be like me lmao) ♥

I hope you guys like the conclusion of my first Wind Breaker fic (there's more to come) and enjoy with me the amazing intricacies and love for TogaSaku.
Btw There's more TgSk fics in my agenda as I have a list of prompts I wanna go through ♥

Now let us enjoy adding more content to the ship tag,

Sincerely yours, Gazzy ♥

When coming to school like every day in a scheduled routine, Sakura didn’t even think about finding… this. There was a trail of severely kicked students on his way to the front of Furin, and as his pulse rose in inevitable anger, the boy rapidly walked up to the source of such scummy behavior.

“Ume-chaaan, get down, let’s fight!” A very much childish man was holding a megaphone in one hand and the head of another beat down student on the other, calling for Umemiya relentlessly and with a happy-go-lucky voice, like he wasn’t causing havoc right now.

Sakura wanted to interfere and kick his ass, but just as he was about to come up and do just that, he noticed the jacket hanging low on the man’s waist… Shishitoren. His blood ran cold, his feet stopped moving just with enough time for Umemiya to come down to the patio and take it from there.

“Are you angry, Ume-chan? One-on-one, c’mooooon, hit me ~ “ The other smiled like a psycho, jumping around Furin’s top dog while screaming to the top of his lungs, clapping his hands happily like nothing.

“You seem happy, Tomiyama” Umemiya grimly said, not the easygoing way of speaking Sakura was used to. It was scary and a telltale of his true power.

“Tomiyama…” Sakura mouthed, the name feeling oddly familiar to him even if this was the first time he ever saw the man and something clicked, he already heard this name before but in a different way. Togame would yap sometimes about their leader when they were being cozy and just chilling, and even though he always used the man’s given name, Choji, he once told Sakura his last name too.

So, this was the dangerous man behind Shishitoren’s reign of terror?

He was apparently so out of it that things escalated again, they were exchanging punches at this point and Sakura was grabbed by his shoulders to be moved away and to a safe place since he was being a bit standoffish with all the new information going through his head.

Nirei and Suo seemed worried about his lack of usual aggressiveness but they didn’t say anything, choosing to stand side by side, watching as their leader and this psycho of a man fought over and over to the point everyone was aware of them.

And it wasn’t until a swarm of Shishitoren jackets caught their eyes that the fight finally dimmed down a little bit. Umemiya stood back, holding up his hands and pointing behind Tomiyama. Their fight was interrupted, alright.

After that, everything went on a chaotic blur and the two groups got involved in what appeared to be a “festival” of one-on-one fights organized by the eager leader of Shishitoren…

What a mess, why…

“You guys didn’t have to meddle, it was Tomiyama and me!” A frustrated sound abandoned Umemiya’s mouth as he munched some omurice, they were at Pothos.

Sakura wasn’t there mentally as he kept repeating what happened over and over like a broken record, Togame’s taunting words resounding vividly in his core, using the same annoying nickname he did the first time, in the dark, sarcastic tone he remembered on their first faithful encounter.

This wasn’t the as of late gentle Togame, the big man now using his name properly, no, this was the dangerous mob boss he forgot was dealing with… and for some reason, he was set on fighting Sakura.

He never expressed interest in their made up spars, in which the older man would let Sakura win and make him mad at his lack of seriousness.

Was he scared? Hell no, this was the chance he waited for the longest time! To fight Togame seriously and kick his ass the way he intended the first time they crossed paths.

But a part of him, deep inside Sakura’s core, dreaded it. He knew the doubt originated with those confusing feelings towards Shishitoren’s vice leader, some of them hateful even but some others, hidden from the boy’s scrutiny, were those of fondness and worry.

The man didn’t look like himself when facing him with the gang, he looked like a practiced persona, a mask he put every day to pretend and play mob boss when in reality…

Wait, what did Sakura know about him? That was priceless! To think he knew Togame enough to see through his persona.

There was no use in keep it up with his brain right now, too many thoughts, too much chaos and no rest for the poor boy who was about to face his twisted relationship in a proper setting, unsure of what was happening to them after this.

He should stop thinking, yeah.

*****

To say things didn’t end up as they imagined would be an understatement. Sakura’s jaw was still sore, his body ached in places he never knew could hurt and his head an utter mess as he tended to Togame, who was now sitting down in one of the theater’s cushy yet old chairs, all beaten up, his fault and Tomiyama’s.

Tomiyama, the same struggling with his own emotions, screaming and pulling at his hair while cursing Umemiya, who looked solemn and with pity at the once powerful leader of Shishitoren acting like a hurting kid.

Maybe he was, but he didn’t care because that psychopath kicked Togame so hard he ended up spitting blood and what was more important, he almost got into a fight with said psycho. If not for Bofurin’s top dog’s intervention, Sakura would be in pieces now, and that pissed him off.

As for why the boy was set on protecting the older man, that was probably something he didn’t quite understand himself at the moment. Even his friends, Hiiragi and Sugishita looked at him with disbelief as he pressed a piece of cloth on Togame’s mouth to catch the remains of blood.

They suspected about the nature of their relationship, at least Suo and Nirei did but neither of them dared to make a comment, allowing Sakura space to delve into his own feelings and unanswered questions, an inner turmoil of his own creation.

He cared about the man, a lot more than he initially thought and their emotional fight was proof of it.

It began with Togame’s dangerous persona taking over and hitting Sakura so harshly he could barely dodge every single one of the man’s assertive movements. It felt like they were on different leagues, with Togame far, so far away from him in terms of technique, size and strength… and still.

Still, he shouted his beliefs to the top of his lungs, part of him wanted to reach the other and teach him a lesson for being so fucking lame and he did, because the moment Togame understood himself they began the real fight. They started to have fun, smile and for a moment, it felt like they were alone just the two of them in the world, like no one but Togame and Sakura existed and damn, that felt good, so peaceful.

This revelation shook Sakura deep to his core, ending up in an outburst when Togame opened his fist and allowed the boy to blow the final punch directly to the side of his face while he grinned a genuine smile and “gave up” much to Sakura’s visible annoyance.

He wasn’t done yet but none of his screams and insults seemed to work on the dazed man sprawled on the stage’s floor, giggling like a school boy.

For a second, Sakura thought he saw a bit of the real Togame…

Ah, but it was futile, their little moment didn’t last and Tomiyama ended up ruining it, hitting his second in command and almost provoking a brawl because no other than Sakura, the Bofurin boy, came to avenge Togame and take care of him.

What a joke he was, caring for the enemy, even though he didn’t see the man as an enemy.

At this point of their twisted relationship, even Sakura could admit for himself that Togame was so much more than that. They shared whispers and stories, mostly the man, at the end of each night both spent together, every calm bath they took at Togame’s place and over the shared food on the other’s table.

For good or bad, the boy knew why his heart couldn’t take the image of that idiot all hurt and hopeless, stripped from his dangerous persona.

So he stayed there during the whole fight Tomiyama and Umemiya had, shaking the need to hold the man’s hand when his leader, his dear friend finally lost it and began to pull at his own hair, trapped in Umemiya’s words that while true, cut deep into his mind and soul, leaving just an excuse of a man kneeling at the stage.

But of course, that wasn’t the only ace up Furin’s top dog’s sleeve, no, he got closer to Tomiyama, gently cupping his cheeks and then, with questionable force and a “Wake up, Tomiyama!!”, he headbutted Shishitoren’s leader hard enough to make him lose consciousness and by proxy, the whole fight.

He should be happy, Bofurin triumphed at the end and they were free from drama and possible brawls because that was what Tomiyama promised if Umemiya took him down and still… still, the way Togame’s eyes began to tear up, Sakura felt a pang of pain and an unknown feeling in the middle of his chest at the scene unraveling before his eyes.

Words were said when Tomiyama finally recovered himself enough to speak and reassure his old friend that he was actually in better shape than he deserved to be, a hand caressing Togame’s cheek and a plead for him to stop crying. Apologies, profound feelings of regret and sorrow filled the air until Umemiya spoke again when Tomiyama himself wanted to give away Shishitoren to him, a high school student.

For starters, what was he supposed to do with a yakuza like organization? And why should he accept that when they can just be friends and have a peaceful co-existence without bothering the people of the town?

To Shishitoren’s leader, it sounded odd at best and he was a weird one, but he decided to accept Umemiya’s offer to eat together, all of them.

So much memories of his high school years, of the good old Shishitoren.

Umemiya looked happy and content, munching on everything while excitedly holding a conversation with Tomiyama, both of them one upping each other in eagerness, like they were meant to be friends all this time.

The rest of Bofurin were so used to live chaos that it took a little while to settle down and join the conversation, but Togame still looked like he wanted to cry which was worrying to say at the least and as if Sakura wasn’t about to say something, the man surprised them by bowing down for a proper apology, which made Tomiyama follow his lead and do the same.

It was such a scene, these scary people bowing their heads to atone for what they’ve done, showing humility no one knew they were capable of and then… and then Umemiya had to ruin it by asking Sakura for the proper punishment Togame said he’d accept.

“Haaah?” Was all the boy said before composing himself, still blushing but decided to take on this task, a hand hastily pointing at Togame in such a vulnerable state, screaming to the top of his lungs… “BECOME SOMEONE COOLER THAN YOUR LAMEASS SELF, OKAY?”

Togame smiled like he just found the answers to his every question, soft and so unlike the man Sakura knew until now that he ended up blushing deeper, but then, as equally soft, Shishitoren’s vice leader tilted his head and replied a simple “I promise”

But that wasn’t the worst about their little get together after fighting, no, the worst were those soft and loving looks Togame sent his way every chance he got and the way he said goodbye when Sakura turned to look at him mid walking.

He should stop overthinking, Togame was probably happy the ongoing conflict was resolved this way, nothing to do with Sakura.

That’s what the boy wanted to believe, at least.

*****

What was the nature of the conversation between Sakura and Umemiya that heavily influenced his thoughts, and how did it leave him feeling? How did the one-on-one fights impact Shishitoren’s destiny, and what changes occurred afterward that might have caused confusion or concern? Why has Togame not reached out to Sakura since that pivotal day, and what emotional toll might that silence be taking on him?

 

He supposed the man was busy, even though a part of him realized he was actually missing Togame. A lot.

What a pain…

“So, how was it? Your conversation with Togame?” Umemiya said that day, all beaten up and happy to nag Sakura for information, but that single sentence on its own managed to make the boy feel like he never had a proper conversation with the man.

They had this twisted relationship based in fighting and carnal pleasures, chats between them small and curt enough so they never could pry into each other’s lives and form a bond but…

But they did it anyways, something ended up taking the form of an annoying elephant in the room, a cloud full of doubts Togame and Sakura ignored and tried to make it go away with lust and skinship, which was totally a mistake on their part.

How was that giant problem going away if they kept getting more intimate and close each day? What a pair of idiots.

And now, after their meaningful fight, after recognizing he wanted to know more about Togame and having his body suffer the ache of not being close enough to the man, Sakura asked himself if this was it, if the other would end their somewhat complicated relationship now that everything was partially resolved and peaceful.

He didn’t want to think about that, because it meant second-guessing himself, his mind replaying all of their encounters and the fight, looking for something, anything in Togame’s eyes akin to rejection but it was futile.

Sakura couldn’t find it, instead, he remembered the man’s eyes soft with a feeling he didn’t dare guess or at least hope it was what he thought, how gentle each word coming from Togame’s lips were and the apology… their promise.

Togame promised to become cool. For Sakura.

“For fuck’s sake!” The boy threw a pillow to the wall, sitting on his futon while fumbling with the phone. Togame was the one to call, always, he just had to wait even though it has been a whole ass week.

Maybe Sakura should be the one reaching out this time, so he dialed up the idiot’s contact, flustered.

If only Shishitoren’s vice leader could answer the fucking phone and put the boy out of his misery…

He wanted to hear Togame’s voice, his stupid drawl and slow-paced conversation drive, he missed the man so badly he was impatient and now thinking that bastard was 100% avoiding him.

Sadly, it was all in vain since the other never replied to Sakura’s insistent phone calls.

Now what? Should he allow this sleazy bastard to ghost him just like that? Hell no.

Sakura thought to himself about the possible outcomes and consequences of him showing up at Togame’s place without an invitation nor even a proper warning and nothing but rejection came up. He knew that it was his mind making it up, that the always sweet and gentle man he now knew for certain, would never treat him badly for visiting or looking for answers, but the fear of rejection was strong enough for the boy to think not twice but thrice on his next move.

To the hell with it, he wasn’t some coward and wouldn’t be the first time someone turned his back on him.

“Togame wouldn’t do that…” He muttered to no one, standing up and looking around his not so cozy room, spirit deflated as he tried one more time to get a hold of the other through his phone but ultimately deciding to dress and walk all the way and deep into Shishitoren’s territory in search of answers.

Ultimately, Sakura didn’t think much on what to say, pacing around the street and passing by Togame’s door a few times before getting himself together and knocking, ever so gently, as if he was scared of what was behind it.

Every second felt like an eternity and the boy was second-guessing himself, preparing to leave without even waiting so much as a single minute when the door moved, revealing a surprised Shishitoren’s vice leader wearing a big white t-shirt and sweatpants, expression shifting to a blinding, so fucking gentle smile that disarmed Sakura in an instant.

So much he didn’t notice right away that Togame, in fact, had his hair shorter, looking youthful and not really his age.

This made the boy blush profusely as words failed him, which produced an amused hum from the man’s lips.

“Come in…” Togame drawled, not wanting to disturb the Furin student too much and risk him running away.

Of course, since he came all the way here, Sakura didn’t think twice and followed the older man’s lead into the house he now knew by heart. If he thought too much about it, he was probably darting the hell out back to his place.

The short walk to the living room was filled with tension and unspoken words as Sakura scanned him completely, without realizing what he was doing, now finally noticing Togame’s short hair as the latter scratched his neck awkwardly.

If not for the tense situation, Sakura would’ve thought the man was being cute and bashful.

“Y-You cut your hair!” Welp, that didn’t come out smooth, the boy almost screamed while stammering a single, short sentence.

That made Togame’s heart skip a bit, feeling flustered like a school boy with his first crush. He smiled, motioning the other to sit down on the tatami floor.

“There’s nothing tying my down anymore” Gentle and resolute, Togame’s voice filled Sakura’s ears with a deep, full of meaning statement that made his skin crawl because it came accompanied by a knowing yet sheepish stare, a set of emerald eyes looking into his soul.

The boy couldn’t hold it for much longer, blushing like a madman and muttering a small “Ya look good” before turning his head around as if to asking the other to drop the topic.

Togame, of course, took pity on him and decided to smile even though Sakura couldn’t see the dopey expression adorning his soft features.

“I’ll make us some tea” He simply stated before leaving the boy by himself for a few, seemingly eternal minutes in which he allowed his head to cool down from the whirlwind of emotions Sakura caused.

Both of them were being stupidly obvious with their yearning.

But the temporary break served them well since neither knew how to act right now, too many emotions and unsaid words floated in their shared space and well, they were just two broken people trying their best.

By the time Togame came back with an amazingly brewed jasmine tea, the conversation started flowing easily. At first, lighthearted and meaningless but then, the real reason of the boy’s sudden visit came to light.

“Are ya avoiding me, you bastard?” Sakura’s tone wasn’t one of threat but a bit teasing and unsure, like he was trying hard to sound nonchalant when in reality, the boy was so scared of that being the case.

Oh but it took one of Togame’s gentle, beautiful smiles and soft voice to calm all the mean voices in his head.

“Didn’t want to face you until I was cool enough, Sakura” The man said, deepening the smile until his eyes were closed and crinkling.

Unfortunately, that ended up lighting the boy’s face on fire up until his neck and ears because what the fuck?! 

Who the fuck did he think he was to make Sakura feel all kinds of embarrassed, flustered and out of air with just a simple statement? To be cool? For Sakura? No way.

He was already cool.

“Thaaanks, but I don’t think I am, though“ Togame sheepishly admitted.

Shit, Sakura said the last bit out loud.

Oh, but if the boy knew Togame’s absence from his life in this short time wasn’t only because of the promise he wanted to fulfill. A deeper reason laid in the back of the man’s mind, a fight between his inner demons and a single angel telling him to show Sakura the real deal.

But he couldn’t just blurt it out, fuck.

“-game, Togame!” The Furin student called out but to no avail, the storm inside the man’s head was such a chaotic one he didn’t notice the face he was making, the pensive expression and his constant frowning until a comfortable weight settled on top of him.

“Sakura….?” Togame snapped out of it, slowly drawling the boy’s name as the latter cupped his cheeks, locking their eyes.

The image of Sakura’s intense blush and a pair of mismatched marbles looked back at the man going through a serious case of fried brain, because the boy never initiated like this, Sakura always endured Togame’s affections and lust, adapted to it and took it all, never being the one to start something between them.

It only served to strengthen his resolve about those complicated feelings haunting him lately.

Not wanting to delay things further and have Sakura regret anything, Togame took the executive decision of getting up with the boy in tow, showing off once more how strong he was by carrying him all the way to his room, both in silence save for the occasional gasp coming from the other.

Sakura didn’t trust his own voice this time, choosing silence and a few indignant huffs when Togame placed him with his back on the futon.

His pout was so cute, everything about him was cute and captivating.

Togame was so close to losing it right then and there.

“I missed you so much…” The man breathed out a broken sentence, kissing the side of Sakura’s neck with a soft peck, nothing like the usual, lust driven foreplay they were used to.

That threw Sakura off but he didn’t care, the voices in his head now returning to point out how much of an idiot he was for thinking their relationship was more than just mutual attraction and desire and yet, Togame’s eyes weren’t showing the usual lust.

Something about the man’s soft, almost broken expression got to him, but Sakura wasn’t feeling confident in his voice right now, not when Togame kissed him like a starving man.

He was taking his time, mapping around the boy’s body almost lazily but calculating his next move, as to stop himself from going too fast for the moment.

“Can I…?” The man almost shyly asked, fingers playing with the edge of the other’s t-shirt, occasionally slipping them inside to feel the soft skin, a treat Togame felt he didn’t deserve after all they’ve been through.

Sakura, unaware of the storm happening inside Togame’s head, simply said “Do what you want” as a way to allow the man to continue but never expressing his burning desire.

He was yearning for Togame the same way Shishitoren’s vice leader did for him and it was suffocating for both of them, still, he wasn’t going to say a thing while his voice recovered from the amount of tension.

Togame, of course, sensed this and refrained himself from asking too many questions, deciding to do the talking with actions instead.

This time, nothing tied him down anymore, he was free to live this… love the way he wanted, to show Sakura how much he appreciated and treasured him, that their rough start didn’t have to define their entire relationship and that’s why Togame found himself worshipping the boy’s body, slowly peeling his clothes off.

It's not like he never saw Sakura naked but damn, was he always this captivating?

“The f-fuck are ya looking at?” Seemed like the boy finally found his voice, after all and that made the man chuckle softly, a hand coming up to cup Sakura’s cheek lovingly.

And Togame’s tender staring was too much for the Furin student.

“Sorry, I just can’t take my eyes off of you… you’re just so…” Togame caught himself suddenly feeling bashful, he wasn’t used to be this open for the sake of his heart, he was better prepared to deal with lust, not this “Breathtaking…” The man breathed out, shushing Sakura’s protests with a searing kiss that tried to convey some of his inner turmoil.

The boy wasn’t any better, though, he found that it was hard to believe his appearance would produce any good to another human being, always rejected for the way he looked by the people around him.

Still, there was fierce sincerity dripping from Togame’s words, the kind of sincerity he was unprepared to deal with, so he kissed back, arms circling around the other’s neck for purchase as his naked body received the caressing of soft, devoted hands all over.

“Sakura, y-you’re so good to me, for me---” Togame couldn’t stop the word vomiting once it began, fueled by the way Sakura refrained from fighting his words and touch this time “I want to treasure you e-even if you don’t think you deserve it… you marked me so deeply, look…”

Fully separating from the panting boy, Togame who was in the same state decided to throw all caution to the wind and take off his shirt, revealing a vibrant new ink.

Togame’s tattoos, Sakura learned through time, were all Shishitoren related. Some lions, kanji, their motto, but there was nothing too special about them at first sight, in all honesty, those looked like common yakuza tattoos if anything.

However, the Sakura tree branch coming from the man’s left shoulder blade, beautifully falling to that side of his chest with an elegant trace and full of flower blooms was so fucking vibrant and difficult to stop staring at.

At first, the boy didn’t understand why Togame wanted to show him one of his tattoos all of a sudden but realization came soon enough after the man’s words took a different meaning which led to Sakura connecting the dots quickly.

Still, he had to make sure but how to do that if his voice broke into a million pieces at the new information. He tried, though, sitting down and pushing Togame so they still were apart from each other.

He needed air, now.

“Don’t tell me y-you did this for… me?” Was all Sakura could muster, embarrassed for implying someone would be so stupid to think of him that way, but everything pointed at that conclusion so he couldn’t ignore and move on.

Togame smiled, broad and boyish, a hand tracing the fresh ink with love and devotion as he looked straight into the boy’s eyes.

“Didn’t I just tell you, Sakura? You marked me skin deep, made me realize I shouldn’t avert my eyes nor distort who I am” he said, watching as Sakura’s eyes lit up in recognition of those words practically screaming them on Togame’s face when they were fighting a week ago. Even so, that wasn’t all, the man kept talking and the only thing he could do was to listen and tremble from the amount of denial. He wasn’t cool, he wasn’t good for anyone.

“That’s not true, Sakura” Togame suddenly remarked and shit, did he spoke his mind out loud, again.

“Shut up, shut up!” Unshed tears pooled beneath the boy’s eyes threatening to fall at any moment as he fought his inner demons telling him Togame was playing mind games with him, because no one would ever love him enough to mark his skin that way for life.

But, some part of him was so, so undeniably happy to be cherished this much he couldn’t take it and started crying, hitting Togame’s chest over and over while asking “Why” why was he so good to Sakura, why he trusted him that much, why did he do to deserve such intense affection from the man.

Togame allowed the outburst, cradling the boy close to his chest as the hitting mellowed and Sakura calmed down enough to use his words once more.

“B-Been asking myself why the hell you make me feel like this and I don’t know if what I feel right now is the same way you feel” The Furin student paused, pushing himself from the safe place that was Togame’s embrace to bravely stare up at him. Ah, he was blushing to his neck, barely holding it together but he’d be damned if he didn’t take this chance. “But I d-don’t care, I’m selfish, just want to keep this going no matter what” This time, the boy surprised himself with bold declarations despite his flustered state.

Sakura’s words seemed to seal away any trace of doubt Togame’s mind could come up with, easing off the tension and fear of rejection and replacing it with hope and brimming love he never felt before meeting this amazing human being.

Right at that moment, Togame thought he was going to go above and beyond to protect and cherish Sakura Haruka even if their relationship changed over time, because he deserved to be loved and cared for.

He wanted to heal every single one of the boy’s deep wounds, show him how much power he held over the man and of course, the amount of devotion Togame could demonstrate was on the table as well.

That’s why he smiled, eyes glassy and honest while his hands, acting on their own, began to peel off the clothes off Sakura, making a point on being as gentle as he could be.

Togame undressed Sakura like he was peeling soft petals from a vibrant red rose, caressing the naked skin with reverence not even the receiver of such affection was able to endure without breaking.

“Sakura… Sakura… “ I love you was what he really wanted to say, but deep down, Togame knew the Furin student would probably explode right then and there if those words were pronounced out loud in that very moment.

Luckily, the boy’s voice pulled him out of his head, now back to present.

“T-Togame…” Sakura mumbled, voice cracking under the prominent affection this man was showing towards him. He never thought someone could be this devoted to him and it was driving the poor boy crazy with need.

“I’m here, ‘m not going anywhere” Kisses went down the bicolor haired beauty’s wet cheeks, beginning a path down his neck and clavicle while big hands explored every inch of available skin they could.

Unlike the last time they did it, both of them were desperate for each other in ways they could barely understand due to the number of intense feelings pooling around their minds and hearts, which ended in the pair writhing bodies sliding over and over until it was too much to handle.

Ragged breaths and panting, wet sounds of fierce kissing and Togame expertly fingering his precious Sakura’s hole with intent but still gentle were all they heard for a solid moment until the boy began to whine, impatiently pushing the man’s digits out of him.

And before Togame could ask what was happening, it took a single look to those mismatched eyes begging for more and who the fuck was he to deny his darling from such pleasure? He only was there to serve and worship the goddamn path Sakura walked on if it was possible.

“You s-sure?” Still, the man asked, because Sakura didn’t allow him to fully prepare, at least not enough for the boy to not feel any pain but oh, that was what he wanted all along, some pain to go with the emotions overflowing his mind and body and Togame understood with that single look Sakura gave him.

Words weren’t necessary, never were in the first place.

Togame took a breather to finish undressing, stealing some glances to the boy’s now blushing body, how cute he looked all panting and needy just for the man to devour.

Like he was any better, ready to kneel before Sakura’s otherworldly beauty.

“Stop staring, d-damn it! Why do you always make it so w---aaaaahhh!” The bicolor haired beauty began one of his angry monologues but before he could even finish the whole sentence, Togame fitted himself between those milky thighs, his flushed cock begging to be inside the love of his life…

And inside he went, almost in one go, provoking some of the most sinful sounds Sakura has ever produced for him and it was enough to keep going, pushing more and more until they were both moaning like some kind of horny animals, primal as it was, but oh so them.

Sakura’s mind was all mushy and disconnected, the only thought the man thrusting his hips at an animalistic pace in an out just the way he liked it, pleasure mixed with a bit of pain…

“Haruka… Haruka… f-fuck… I love you… s-so much…” Togame’s pace was brutal and assertive yet his hips began twitching the more Sakura clenched around him and his brain to mouth filter was gone for a hot second before he could reign control back.

But it was too late, Sakura’s insides enveloped him so tight once more, announcing the boy’s climax along a pretty, oh so fucking pretty scream of his given name, his own orgasm following because it was too much for him to handle.

It was so corny to think about how good and perfectly they were to each other, how Sakura was the only puzzle piece he needed to complete his life and for god’s sake, he wanted to be the same for the boy, that was one of his selfish new traits apparently.

Togame was a new man since meeting Sakura, his old personality that was hidden by his mob boss persona resurfaced with each encounter, each day thinking about the bicolor haired beauty that changed his life for the better and he hoped he was able to convey those feelings to the boy panting and ugly crying beneath him.

God, he was so fucking beautiful.

“I’m sorry” Togame said, not really knowing why was he apologizing for but feeling the need to do so, earning a half assed punch to his chest, right where his new brand Sakura branch tattoo was.

“You fucking bastard, I-Idiot, ‘m gonna fucking kill you!!” Ah, the contradiction on Sakura’s words versus the way he allowed Togame to see him in this state and how his arms pulled the man down by the neck to meet him in a messy kiss.

It was clumsy, teeth clanking and too wet but for them, the sincerest of their shared kisses because without needing words to be said, they knew what the other felt in that very moment. That kind of connection was something they didn’t knew was so important and needed, the union of two broken souls aiming to repair each other.

For good and bad, Sakura and Togame just knew they weren’t going to allow the other to escape this perfect embrace of overflowing feelings and unhinged emotions only them could be able to understand.

They were in for the long run and something inside Togame felt so right to think he was going to dedicate the rest of his lazy afternoons and crazy nights to the stray cat who came to put his life upside down.

Fin.

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