Megalomaniac
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+S through Z › Togainu no Chi
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
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2,344
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Megalomaniac
Megalomaniac
***
He was so full of himself.
The way he wore his coat and held his katana. It was as if he was proudly proclaiming to the world that he owned it.
And the annoying thing was that he probably did.
Il re. The undefeatable King.
The way he would touch Akira, his gloved fingers running down a smooth nape, to slide under that ghastly orange shirt the boy wore. It was like a slow drug.
…a drug that Akira was starting to be unable to live without.
***
“Do you do it on purpose?”
Akira looked at him, startled, tired, and threatened at the same time. He was so much like a cat that Shiki had to stop himself from laughing.
“…No.”
Yes.
Shiki pressed him against the wall, blood red eyes peered down at him coolly, a gloved hand trailing down the side of his pale cheek, warm breath ghosting over his face, his lips. They were so close to each other. Akira could feel Shiki’s chest against his own, he could feel the other man’s breathing, his muscles.
A slow killing drug.
Shiki’s hands grazed a nipple, putting Akira on edge, a small sigh escaping the latter’s lips.
“You’re eager, I see.”
Akira’s anger flared at the comment, as if finally catching himself.
“Who’s eager?”
He tried to shrug Shiki off with half-assed shoves.
“You want this, don’t you?”
Soft lips touched the side of his jaw, before a pink tongue drew a line of saliva down to his collarbone. Akira let out another sigh, clutching at the arm that held his hip and the other man’s shoulder. He was trembling.
“…Because you’re mine.” A gloved hand toyed with the piercing in his navel, playfully tugging at it.
Akira cried out as he was pulled away from the wall and slammed against it again.
“Say you want it.”
It was an order. It was absolute.
“…I…”
Akira held his breath as Shiki nearly ripped his shirt off him, fingers lightly trailing over his muscles.
“You’re feeling it.”
The swordsman was teasing him, the cold material of his glove lingering on his nipples, crushing them deliciously against him as he pressed his hand against the smaller man’s chest.
Akira couldn’t suppress the jolts of pleasure that ran up his spine.
Shiki chuckled darkly as he watched Akira try to stifle his moans.
“Let it all out – no one can hear it except me.” He leaned in to lick the shell of the smaller man’s ear, scraping his teeth against the lobe.
Akira had been holding onto his arm for dear life, letting out a sigh he pushed his hips against Shiki.
Shiki was laughing at him.
Gloved hands slid past the waist of his pants, reaching for his manhood, stroking, and it wasn’t long before it started making embarrassing wet sounds as vinyl met with precum and friction.
“Don’t….Nnh…Aaah!” Akira held onto Shiki’s wrist, trying to get him to stop, but unable to find the strength to do so.
Shiki smiled, and the hands left his body.
“Finish it up yourself.” Shiki’s red eyes were like glass as Akira looked into them. He hesitated.
Shiki raised an elegant eyebrow.
“Do you want to get hurt?”
Akira stiffened, pausing for another moment, before slowly raising his arms, his gaze refusing to meet with Shiki’s, yet the knowledge that the swordsman was watching him heightened the sensation of his own hand on his cock.
“…Nnh….”
He could see Shiki licking his lips as he took off his gloves, a small look of satisfaction on that beautiful face.
“Go all the way.”
***
Akira was strong.
He knew he was.
…Keisuke knew he was.
He was the undefeated singles champion of Bl@ster, AREA: RAY – he was strong.
But somehow, Shiki was stronger.
Akira was scared – he’d never been more scared in his life.
But he liked it.
He liked it so much he kept coming back for more.
“I’ll burn my name into your mind. You think only of me.”
Shiki’s hands were on him again, the sweet feeling of his ungloved finger tips etching themselves into his memory.
“You have no room for anyone else.”
A long, languid lick up his throat – bared and vulnerable to the swordsman who could put him out like a match.
…It was thrilling.
He liked being wanted.
***
“Akira?”
Keisuke’s voice sounded distant and unreal.
“…You okay?”
Akira looked up from the solid he was holding in his hand.
Akira thought he felt the sharp gaze of that man when he did so.
“…I was just thinking about stuff.”
***
And true enough, Shiki was right.
…He owned the whole world that Akira lived in.
***
He was so full of himself.
The way he wore his coat and held his katana. It was as if he was proudly proclaiming to the world that he owned it.
And the annoying thing was that he probably did.
Il re. The undefeatable King.
The way he would touch Akira, his gloved fingers running down a smooth nape, to slide under that ghastly orange shirt the boy wore. It was like a slow drug.
…a drug that Akira was starting to be unable to live without.
***
“Do you do it on purpose?”
Akira looked at him, startled, tired, and threatened at the same time. He was so much like a cat that Shiki had to stop himself from laughing.
“…No.”
Yes.
Shiki pressed him against the wall, blood red eyes peered down at him coolly, a gloved hand trailing down the side of his pale cheek, warm breath ghosting over his face, his lips. They were so close to each other. Akira could feel Shiki’s chest against his own, he could feel the other man’s breathing, his muscles.
A slow killing drug.
Shiki’s hands grazed a nipple, putting Akira on edge, a small sigh escaping the latter’s lips.
“You’re eager, I see.”
Akira’s anger flared at the comment, as if finally catching himself.
“Who’s eager?”
He tried to shrug Shiki off with half-assed shoves.
“You want this, don’t you?”
Soft lips touched the side of his jaw, before a pink tongue drew a line of saliva down to his collarbone. Akira let out another sigh, clutching at the arm that held his hip and the other man’s shoulder. He was trembling.
“…Because you’re mine.” A gloved hand toyed with the piercing in his navel, playfully tugging at it.
Akira cried out as he was pulled away from the wall and slammed against it again.
“Say you want it.”
It was an order. It was absolute.
“…I…”
Akira held his breath as Shiki nearly ripped his shirt off him, fingers lightly trailing over his muscles.
“You’re feeling it.”
The swordsman was teasing him, the cold material of his glove lingering on his nipples, crushing them deliciously against him as he pressed his hand against the smaller man’s chest.
Akira couldn’t suppress the jolts of pleasure that ran up his spine.
Shiki chuckled darkly as he watched Akira try to stifle his moans.
“Let it all out – no one can hear it except me.” He leaned in to lick the shell of the smaller man’s ear, scraping his teeth against the lobe.
Akira had been holding onto his arm for dear life, letting out a sigh he pushed his hips against Shiki.
Shiki was laughing at him.
Gloved hands slid past the waist of his pants, reaching for his manhood, stroking, and it wasn’t long before it started making embarrassing wet sounds as vinyl met with precum and friction.
“Don’t….Nnh…Aaah!” Akira held onto Shiki’s wrist, trying to get him to stop, but unable to find the strength to do so.
Shiki smiled, and the hands left his body.
“Finish it up yourself.” Shiki’s red eyes were like glass as Akira looked into them. He hesitated.
Shiki raised an elegant eyebrow.
“Do you want to get hurt?”
Akira stiffened, pausing for another moment, before slowly raising his arms, his gaze refusing to meet with Shiki’s, yet the knowledge that the swordsman was watching him heightened the sensation of his own hand on his cock.
“…Nnh….”
He could see Shiki licking his lips as he took off his gloves, a small look of satisfaction on that beautiful face.
“Go all the way.”
***
Akira was strong.
He knew he was.
…Keisuke knew he was.
He was the undefeated singles champion of Bl@ster, AREA: RAY – he was strong.
But somehow, Shiki was stronger.
Akira was scared – he’d never been more scared in his life.
But he liked it.
He liked it so much he kept coming back for more.
“I’ll burn my name into your mind. You think only of me.”
Shiki’s hands were on him again, the sweet feeling of his ungloved finger tips etching themselves into his memory.
“You have no room for anyone else.”
A long, languid lick up his throat – bared and vulnerable to the swordsman who could put him out like a match.
…It was thrilling.
He liked being wanted.
***
“Akira?”
Keisuke’s voice sounded distant and unreal.
“…You okay?”
Akira looked up from the solid he was holding in his hand.
Akira thought he felt the sharp gaze of that man when he did so.
“…I was just thinking about stuff.”
***
And true enough, Shiki was right.
…He owned the whole world that Akira lived in.