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Cold red eyes bore into his skin, sharp like razor blades as they cut through every one of Kaoru’s defenses. Emotionally he feels as naked as he is unclothed, bearing himself to Adam’s scrutiny.
“So pretty for me, my blossom,” Adam purrs, and Kaoru feels himself straighten up with pride at the approval. “Turn around for me.”
Kaoru obliges, and Adam smirks to himself. He rarely sees Kaoru out of his uniform, but tonight Adam convinced him to wear the outfit he bought for Kaoru. Lacy pink material hugs his cock tightly, and the material continues to thinly trail up his abdomen and chest until it wraps in straps around his shoulders. Long white stockings adorn his legs, held up but pink garters.
With his back exposed to Adam, the blue-haired boy notices the birthmark on Kaoru’s hip. His fingers trace it lightly, amused. “It’s like a flower,” Adam says, and Kaoru is sure the boy’s lying now, thinking the mark looks like nothing but a blob. But Adam seems fascinated by it, anyway, and Kaoru feels, for a moment, pretty.
Adam moves Kaoru this time, turning him once more so his back is against the wall. “Are you going to be good for me tonight, blossom?”
Nodding quietly, Kaoru finds himself breathless with anticipation. He wants to kiss Adam, wants to be told how beautiful he looks. But the hungry look in Adam’s eyes makes him nervous that the boy expects more.
Thankfully, Adam just kisses Kaoru, pressing a hungry mouth against the other’s pliant one. Kaoru parts his lips eagerly when he feels Adam’s tongue trace the seam of his own, and soon their tongues are dancing lustfully in the space that connects them. A soft moan escapes Kaoru, and he blushes when Adam chuckles.
“Aren’t we excited, my blossom,” he grins, fingers running along Kaoru’s jaw in such a way that Kaoru nearly feels himself topple over at the touch. “Come here.”
Adam leads Kaoru to the bed, laying the boy on the soft sheets beneath him. Adam climbs in after Kaoru, his knees and hands on either side of Kaoru’s body. Pale skin and pink hair stand out in stark contrast to the silky black sheets.
This isn’t Adam’s house; Kaoru knows he’s never allowed to see the real Adam, never welcome into the secret life of his boyfriend. And that’s fine- Kaoru never brings Adam to his place, either. Instead, tonight, Adam dragged them out to a love hotel, promising Kaoru he just wanted a moment alone with his boyfriend.
And a love hotel comes with implications that Kaoru isn’t ready for, but Adam promises him that it’s nothing so scandalous- that they’re just two teenagers looking for a moment alone. Still, the tray of offered lube and condoms makes him nervous, and Kaoru darts his eyes quickly from it.
“Don’t be scared, my blossom,” Adam whispers reassuringly, and Kaoru feels himself relax. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“I’m not ready for-”
“Shh,” Adam hushes him. He’s heard Kaoru say it enough, surely. Surely he knows that Kaoru doesn’t want that. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Fingers trail along the exposed skin the thin lingerie leaves, and Kaoru shivers as he feels Adam touch him. It feels so sweet, so kind, and Kaoru promises himself he’s safe with Adam. Adam even said he’d never hurt Kaoru, and Kaoru has no reason to doubt that. He closes his eyes against the touch, letting Adam’s lips find his once more.
And everything is fine. Until it’s not.
Until Adam starts to pull the lingerie off, promising again not to hurt Kaoru. Kaoru allows it, allows Adam to unwrap him, even if he doesn’t want to get naked any more than he already is. But Adam says he just wants to look, and Kaoru can’t be so cruel as to deny him an innocent request.
Kaoru instinctively covers his cock once the lingerie is pulled off, trying to reserve what little modesty he currently has. Adam allows it, until he has Kaoru fully naked and he’s pulling Kaoru’s hands away. “Just let me see, my blossom,” Adam encourages him, and Kaoru gives in.
He isn’t so pliant when Adam tries to touch, however. Kaoru pushes the hands away, pulling his body away from Adam as best as he can. “You said-”
“I said I wouldn’t hurt you,” Adam rolls his eyes, tugging Kaoru back down to where he was. “And I won’t. Just let me touch you. It’ll feel good.”
“I don’t want to,” Kaoru says, firm in his voice and leaving no room for uncertainty. “I want to get dressed now.”
“Don’t be so boring,” Adam scoffs, adjusting so that it’s harder for Kaoru to slip out underneath him. “I’m not going to hurt you. You promised to be good for me.”
“I don’t want this,” Kaoru repeats, but Adam just uses a hand to hold him in place, the other hand going back to tease Kaoru’s cock.
“You look like you want it,” Adam purrs, and Kaoru suddenly hates the way his body reacts to Adam’s touch. His body gives in, begs for more, when Kaoru himself wants nothing but to leave this room. “Don’t lie to me, my blossom. Your body tells the truth.”
Kaoru kicks his leg at Adam, doing his best to get away. But Adam’s faster, Adam’s more prepared, and Adam has the advantage of looming over Kaoru right now. He grips Kaoru harder, pushing him into the sheets and demanding Kaoru stay still. Kaoru does anything but, even as his legs are shoved back, his knees nearly touching his ears. He doesn’t stay still when Adam clumsily applies the lube, doesn’t stay still when Adam gives up trying to prep him, shoving in with no remorse.
But for all that Kaoru fights, Adam fights back harder. He bites and scratches, tells Kaoru that he wanted this, that he followed Adam to the love hotel in the first place. He grips too hard and leaves bruises in his wake. Kaoru’s going to be covered in Adam’s marks after this; he’ll continue to find more marks the next morning, too.
It hurts and it’s not soft like Adam promises him. But Adam says it’s Kaoru’s fault, because Kaoru won’t just cooperate. Kaoru wonders if he did listen to Adam if it would hurt less. But he knows that if Adam listened to him, it wouldn’t hurt at all.
“There,” Adam says when Kaoru finally gives up on fighting him, once it’s too late to change anything. “You’re so much easier when you stop fighting, my blossom.”
Tears stream down Kaoru’s face, red and puffy from the fight and from the shame he feels as Adam fills him up. Adam chases his pleasure, and his alone. Kaoru’s nothing but a prop for Adam’s lust now, head turned to hide his tears and watch the clock in the corner. They have the room for another hour- is it going to take that long?
When Adam finds his release, he collapses on top of Kaoru and remains there for a moment before standing up and pulling himself out. Kaoru gasps at the feeling, snapping his legs shut to hide himself. “I didn’t know you were so boring, Cherry,” Adam sighs.
Kaoru blinks, and suddenly the dark sheets he’s twisted in turn into dirt and rock. He’s bleeding, but from his head this time. He tries to focus on Adam, but everything around him is a blur. He thinks his head is aching.
“I just find you boring,” Adam repeats, but this isn’t right. This isn’t the Adam that he knows now, this is the Adam he knew as teenagers.
Kaoru can feel the eyes of all the skaters of S on them, as Adam leans in. He can feel them watching, letting Adam touch him once more and he’s suddenly too weak to fight.
“So boring, Cherry,” Adam repeats again, but his mouth is against Kaoru’s and he’s licking and biting and sucking against Kaoru’s pale skin. Yet the words repeat over and over.
Boring.
And everyone just watches.
~*~
Kaoru gasps, lungs desperate to pull in precious oxygen they’ve been deprived of. His cheeks are wet with tears, and more fall across thin tracks. His voice is hoarse as if he’s been screaming, and based on the intensity of the nightmare, he thinks he must have been. Sweat covers his body, making his pajamas stick to him uncomfortably. He looks around the room, searching for the source of his nightmare.
Adam’s not there, and while that should calm Kaoru down, he panics more. Nobody is there. A glance at the Carla bracelet on his wrist tells him that Kojiro should be home by now. But he’s alone, he’s alone and hurt and-
“Kaoru?”
Kojiro’s voice breaks through his thoughts, and Kaoru lowers the hands he hadn’t realized made their way to his hair. “Ko-Kojiro?” he rasps out, taking the glass of water that Kojiro shoves into his hands, drinking in large gulps.
“Don’t drown yourself, princess,” Kojiro says, tone as playful as it can be despite the situation. “It took forever to close down the restaurant today. I just got home and heard your screaming. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here already.”
And that embarrasses Kaoru like nothing else does. He’s woken Kojiro up from his nightmares before, but never does the shame and humiliation of being so weak and exposed fade away. It’s always there, reminding him that he can’t handle this on his own.
As if reading his mind, Kojiro reaches out and grasps Kaoru’s free hand, rubbing circles into his wrist with his large thumb. “Stop,” Kojiro warns him.
“Stop what?” Kaoru asks, a slight edge to his tone that brings a soft smile to Kojiro’s face.
“Stop whatever you’re thinking,” Kojiro answers, comforted that at least Kaoru can argue with him like normal. He can tell it was a bad nightmare, worse than normal, but not so bad he’s completely out of it. He was like that once, it scared Kojiro for the entire week until Kaoru finally came back to his normal senses.
“I’m not thinking anything,” Kaoru huffs, and immediately recognizes his mistake.
But, in an attempt to keep things normal, Kojiro doesn’t give him a reprieve. “So, you admit that you’re the idiot.”
“I’m not,” Kaoru grumbles. “Idiot.”
Kojiro laughs heartily, taking the empty glass from Kaoru and setting it aside. He crawls into the futon, pulling Kaoru close to him.
“Don’t,” Kaoru mumbles. “I’m gross.”
“So am I,” Kojiro retorts.
“Exactly. So let go,” Kaoru attempts to push himself from Kojiro’s arms, but he doesn’t put any real effort into it. Kojiro just holds him tighter, and Kaoru melts into the embrace. “You owe me a bath after this.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want after this,” Kojiro promises, pressing one more kiss against Kaoru’s forehead. “Come on, princess, let’s get you undressed.”
“You horny pig,” Kaoru taunts him.
“You only wish.”
Kojiro gives Kaoru a moment before he carries him into the bathroom, undressing him while the tub fills up with hot water. It’s too hot for Kojiro’s taste, but he can suffer through it for Kaoru. He’s gentle as he washes Kaoru’s skin and hair, careful to provide only comforting touches to his husband. When the two are clean and dressed in fresh pajamas for the night, Kojiro leads Kaoru back to the futon and holds him close.
“Thank you,” Kaoru whispers gently, a rare moment of softness that he saves only for Kojiro when the worst of his nights hits.
“Any time, princess,” Kojiro promises, resting Kaoru’s head against his chest. “Try and get some sleep now, okay?”
Kaoru doesn’t respond, but he finds himself falling asleep easily, horrid nightmares of too rough touches replaced by the comforting dreams of his husband’s gentle ones. The soft lullabies that Carla plays helps to soothe the sharp edge of his haunting memories, reminding him that he’s not alone, and that Kojiro finds him anything but boring.