Days Into Hours

Note: I have arbitrary named the Main Character "Ciel" here; no relation to Ciel Phantomhive. (though now that you mention it...) Also, this is pure dicking about with the game on pause, so i may flesh it out later. I hear many more emotions than have been written.

It was like this, when you saw it:


Akihito backing Ciel up against a wall in the boys' bathroom; Ciel looking away, unruffled, somewhat surly; Akihito pushing his shoulders against the wall, shaking him a little, asking why he has to be so cool all the time. Ciel looking up at him, his expression slowly changing as Akihito slides a knee between his thighs, pins him with his hips. Griding him against the wall, feeling Ciel grow hard against his will, holding his jaw in his hand. Demanding to know. Demanding an answer.


This becomes a pattern; whenever they're alone together in the boys' bathroom, Ciel finds himself pinned, usually against the wall, but once or twice bent over the sinks, Akihito's hands cruel on his hips, rubbing his erection against his ass. He never pushes his hands inside his clothes, or even unbuttons Ciel's collar or his own. Often, he cups his hand over Ciel's cock, squeezing it tightly, but never lets him come, nor gets off himself; there is only the torture of the sudden arousal and the abrupt departure.


Once, while Ciel is facing the wall, hands spread on the tile, forced to grind against Akihito's hand by the pressure of the hips behind him, Akihito pushes his fingers deeply between his legs, rubbing the tender area behind his balls, pressing and seeking until he touches Ciel's entrance through the fabric of his pants, finally eliciting a genuine gasp. He chuckles into Ciel's ear, feeling it contract against his fingertips.


Once, Junpei is in one of the stalls, unbeknown to them, while Akihito humps Ciel roughly, his mood growly and nearly cruel, asking Ciel aloud why he never stops him, if he likes Akihito's hands between his legs so much. Junpei stays silent, pants around his ankles, straining after every one of Ciel's reluctant moans. After they finally leave, he jerks off quickly, still sitting on the seat, and vows to himself that it never happened.

As the weeks go by, Ciel becomes used to the harassment; still unwelcome, but occasionally putting his arms around Akihito's neck to support himself, or bracing to bring them both into a more comfortable position. Akihito slowly grows less angry, but more intense; often pressing himself full-body against Ciel now, pulling up his thighs, hooking them over his own hips. Ciel begins to notice his scent; soap and sweat, leather and charcoal.

One day, after lifting him onto the counter once again, Akihito stands between his knees, panting; instead of crushing their hips together, as usual, and painfully dry-humping Ciel into dizziness and exhaustion, he simply stares.


"What?" Ciel asks, He prefers it to be over sooner rather than later, so he can straighten his clothes, calm his heart (sometimes secretly jerk off into the sink, rinsing it down quickly, but he would never let Akihito know that.)


In response, Akihito takes his jaw between his fingers again, as he did that first day and so many times since, often squeezing hard enough to bruise, hard enough to make Ciel's teeth shift. This time is it fir. This time, Akihito tips his head up, and for the first time, kisses him.


It was hungry and rough, like most of his other touches, and surprisingly inexpert; though whether that was due to inexperience kissing men, or at all, was difficult to say. Ciel is, for once, shocked into true submission instead of tolerance, barely responding until Akihito parts from him. "Let me come to your room tonight," he mutters. "Please."


What can he do? Ciel nods dumbly and slides off the counter, leaving Akihito standing alone in the dim light.

Their rooms are in the same hall in the dorm, which is an older building, the hallways and bedrooms surprisingly spacious. Ciel's room is at the end of the hallway, and outside it is a window, where Akihito pauses just after midnight. He is barefoot at the door; trying it, he finds it unlocked, and after slipping, locks it behind him.


Ciel is in bed, but wide awake; hearing the door close again, he throws back the blankets and pads across the floor. They both stop awkwardly in front of the bedroom window, illuminated now by streetlight and moonlight. Akihito's arms are folded, his gaze directed at the street; Ciel's are straight at his sides, glaring at Akihito, his hands curled into loose fists.

"You're here. What do you want from me now?"


"I..." Akihito's arms drop as he stares at Ciel, frustration warring with pride in his face. There were so many things he'd thought to say, during all these weeks, gone into months; he'd even planned what to say now, down to the last syllable, but looking at Ciel now, his hair hanging over one eye, his strong, small shoulders, tense, but unafraid -


In the end, Akihito simply backed him up again, like that first day, but this time against the windowsill. It was just high enough to bring Ciel to his eye-level, and this time, his head framed by the glass pane, the kiss that came down on his lips was soft. It asked instead of took, gave instead of consuming, and Ciel found his hands curling in Akihito's shirt, clenching into fists.


"Please." Akihito murmured. "Let me see you." His fingers fumbled at the buttons of Ciel's pajama top, folding it back to reveal his collarbone, the soft sides of his throat. He kissed these, savoring them, and made his way down.


Ciel breathed slowly and deeply, trying to both calm his confusion and make sense of his arousal. Why now? Why after months bordering on cruelty, of sour anticipation, of skin rubbed raw, of concealment? Why hadn't Akihito kissed him this way on that first day? Why was his nipple tightening almost painfully under Akihito's tongue? Why were his legs parting, his calves wrapping around Aikhito's thighs of their own accord?


And then Akihito was kissing him again, his hand making its way down to Ciel's waistband, unbuttoning and loosening and going inside and Akihito's hand against his skin, where it had never been in all this time, his palm slipping between his stomach and cock, and that was enough of an answer for now, the fingers curling around him a truth his body knew.


Akihito's thumb brushed up and down along the length of his cock while he squeezed it rhythmically. His other hand ws flat against Ciel's back, pulling him close. "Please." he begged (begged!) again. "I've waited so long to have you come for me."


That was all Ciel needed. Between the soft kisses came soft encouragements, and between those came the fingers wrapped around him, stroking him urgently, When Akihito finally pressed Ciel's cock against his own erection, Ciel's hips jerked, once, his gasp swallowed.

Akihito carried him to bed afterward, lying atop Ciel briefly to kiss him, to lap the come from his stomach and re-button his shirt, even if wrongly in the dark. Even before he left, Ciel wondered when, and if, he would come again.