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“Why are you lazing around again?” Yukimiya angrily asked Karasu when he came home from work. The younger man looked at him groggily before yawning and stretching.
“So noisy…..what’s wrong with it? I finished the dishes already.”
“Get out.”
“No….it’s cold out..” He buried himself under the blankets on the couch, disappearing from sight. Yukimiya felt a vein pop out his head before grumbling and stomping off to his bedroom.
He was too nice to him, that much Yukimiya knew, else he’d go somewhere else to carry on his gigolo life.
Karasu Tabito had a reputation that, despite being a world-class soccer player, he was, in fact, homeless.
At first, the circumstances were understandable. Karasu did actually have a house but in a freak accident involving a car and a crow, the gas line to his house broke and it shot up in flames.
Being the idiot he was with zero common sense, none of it was insured (probably because he literally just moved into the place) but he basically lost a good chunk of money and missed housing season by a wide margin.
As such, he needed to stay somewhere, preferably close to his practice stadium. That ruled out Isagi and Rin because they both lived in Hokkaido (Karasu played in his home turf of Kyoto) and pretty much every other of their friends because they were either overseas (in the case of Reo and Nagi) or they played in the Kanto and Tohoku Regions, that left Yukimiya, who ditched his D1 soccer career for a more lucrative modeling career bouncing between Kyoto and Tokyo.
Don’t get him wrong, Yukimiya loved soccer, just not enough to play past U-20. Certainly, he was at the top of Blue Lock but realistically, that was mostly because he absolutely hated losing.
More than that, he hated losing to the bird brain. But that’s a story for another time. Back to the bird brain currently taking residence on his couch.
Since Yukimiya was the only one with a semi-permanent residence in Kyoto, that meant that his place was the only place Karasu could shack up until he saved enough money. So they talked it out and Karasu agreed to move out once he saved enough money to get an apartment.
That. Was almost a year ago.
Yukimiya angrily changed into lounge clothes, huffing in annoyance at the extra resident in his flat. He walked out of his room to the living room, grabbed the edge of the blankets, and ripped them off Karasu.
“Hey……”
“Get. The fuck out. We agreed that it was until you saved enough money.”
“And if I told you I have no money?” Yukimiya flipped the bird.
“Then stop freeloading off me and find a woman to house you. You’re good at that, aren’t you?” Karasu’s playboy antics were known to all and Yukimiya was no exception to that. Usually people would brush it off but for some unknown reason, it pissed him off each time he saw it happen. A dark look flashed across Karasu’s face before being replaced by his usual cheeky demeanor.
“Aw, but you like having me rely on you, right?” Yukimiya took a deep breath, trying to prevent his anger from getting the best of him.
“Sure…until you’re the sole reason my water, electric, and gas bills have tripled in cost”
“I’m sorry.”
“If you’re sorry, then help me fucking pay it.” Karasu looked at him before getting up. He grabbed Yukimiya easily and threw him over his shoulder, making his way to the bedroom. Karasu tossed him onto the covers and began pushing up his shirt.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Yukimiya asked, pushing his shirt back down. Karasu looked at him slyly.
“Paying you back the only way I know how to without any money.” Yukimiya bit his lip. Of course, he was doing it this way, he always did it this way.
“Why this way, though?”
“You want another way?” Yukimiya had no response to that because Karasu did most of the housework anyway as Yukimiya was basically incompetent when it came down to it. They were in their usual rhythm though, because neither of them saw that as a form of payment. Karasu grinned, pushing Yukimiya’s hand away.
“If you really don’t want me to, I’ll stop.” Yukimiya knitted his brows, trying to decide what he wanted.
He leans back, lifting his hands away from Karasu.
“I’m not gonna do anything. You have to do it all.” Karasu laughed.
“Already doing that.” Yukimiya covered his face, trying to ignore how blatantly close Karasu was to his chest, feeling his kiss around his stomach as he pushed his shirt up. Yukimiya bit the inside of his lip, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
Please. Please don’t notice.
Please don’t notice the years of lust and desire that went dormant rising up again.
For all the things that Karasu did with women, Yukimiya wished he did with him. But Karasu liked short women with long hair and cute button noses and Yukimiya was none of those; taller by a few centimeters and cropped short hair and a long, slender, nose, Yukimiya didn’t fit in with what Karasu was into.
The reality was that no matter how much Yukimiya knew he was spoiling Karasu, he knew he’d continue to do it, because it was the only way to make Karasu dependent on him when so little about Yukimiya was to Karasu’s taste.
“Kenyu.” Yukimiya looked at Karasu, who was hunched over on top of him, “Look at me.” Yukimiya closed his eyes, turning his head away.
“It’s too embarrassing for me.”
“Why?” Karasu kissed his neck, nibbling at it. Yukimiya moaned, covering his mouth, “That was sexy.”
“Shut up– Mmph.” Karasu rolled his hips into Yukimiya.
“You don’t want it?” Yukimiya glared at Karasu.
“You stretch out my ass to the point you can put three fingers in, make me cum twice in your hand, and twist my nipples until they’re red and you have the gall to ask me if I don’t want it? Why the fuck would I put myself through this then? Was it all for na-Aahhhhhh.” Yukimiya moaned right when Karasu pushed his dick into his ass.
“You’re so cheeky whenever you’re with everyone else, even playing soccer with your opponents but when you’re with me, you become so damn serious.” Karasu gently kissed Yukimiya on his collar, thrusting his hips back and forth.
“It’s because–nngh!--I don’t–ah!– like getting–nnh!–dragged along. Ah!” Yukimiya moaned each time Karasu thrust into him. Karasu hummed, gripping Yukimiya’s hips.
“I like it when things go my way, though. It puts a smile on my face.” He grinned at Yukimiya, Just like right now, watching you unravel on my dick.” Yukimiya glared at him.
“I’d rather get myself off and be one and done.” On most days, that would’ve been a lie, he would’ve wanted Karasu to slam him against a wall, dick rubbing up against his ass, and choke and/or spank him before absolutely railing him in the ass until he couldn’t walk. Right now, though, he wanted to just cum then crawl into a hole and wallow in self-pity about not being anything more than a convenient host.
But apparently, Karasu had other plans. Still buried inside Yukimiya, he flipped him onto all fours, pushing his back down to force his hips up and slamming into him. Yukimiya came, a strangled moan spilling from his lips when it happened.
“You like that?” Yukimiya whimpered, jaw clenched.
“No…”
“You lie. Your dick and ass are so happy with being messed up from the inside.” Karasu leaned down near Yukimiya’s shoulder and nibbled on his ear, Yukimiya shuddering.
“It’s just a reaction, nothing special.” Karasu blew a bit of air into Yukimiya’s ear before biting down on Yukimiya’s shoulder. Yukimiya moaned into the covers. Karasu chuckled.
“You really think I’ll believe you when your ass won’t even let me go?” Yukimiya looked back, quietly moaning.
“Just…hurry up and cum.”
“Don’t think I can’t go more than one round?” Yukimiya stared at him.
“Are you?” Karasu grinned, rocking his hips forward.
“We’ll find out.”
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When Yukimiya saw him for the first time, his heart dropped.
Handsome, hot, drop-dead gorgeous. Eyes the color of jade flitting around the room. They landed on him and his heart skipped a beat.
“You are?” Karasu asked. Yukimiya blinked and pointed at himself.
“Me?” Karasu nodded, a suave smile coloring his complexion.
“Yeah. What’s your name?” Yukimiya looked down at his feet taking a deep breath. Charisma, charisma, flash the charisma. He looked at Karasu and flashed his model smile
“Yukimiya Kenyu? You?” The other man grinned, flashing a toothy smile.
“Karasu Tabito.”
Tabito always stuck out, he was a loudmouth after all. But even when he wasn’t speaking, Yukimiya couldn’t resist looking at him, his gaze naturally followed him as he walked.
Shorter, but stockier, and more built, and a broad chest that opened and closed with grace. Arms and legs were sculpted by the gods. Yukimiya went to sleep at night thinking about him and he’d wake up every morning with a problem he didn’t have the time to deal with.
At first, it was just infatuation, but their chemistry on the field made him hopeful for something more.
It never blossomed and so he continued on in life with just the memories of his adolescence.
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“He’s just a freeloader!” Yukimiya screamed, throwing back a glass of beer. Chigiri and Reo grinned. The izakaya was loud, but Yukimiya’s voice still rose a few decibels above the rest of the noise. Yukimiya was in Tokyo for a shoot and Reo was in town for the weekend, so Chigiri had invited them for a drink at a local izakaya.
“And yet, you still let him stay with you,” Chigiri countered. Yukimiya glared at him.
“Yeah, and?”
“If you’re that annoyed by it, just kick him out,” Reo said, “You still pay the rent and the lease is under your name so you have the right to kick him out.” Yukimiya hummed. The booze was getting to his head, so things he wouldn’t normally say threatened to spill out, like how Karasu actually spoiled him on nights he came home late from work by making him dinner or running a hot bath right when he got home.
But they didn’t need to know that, so he threw back his beer again and said something else.
“But it’s nice having him around, the house is finally clean and never dirty and the food he makes tastes good.” He slammed a glass of shochu back. It was nice having Karasu around. Sure, they fought all the time but whenever they went grocery shopping, out to run errands, or whatever else they needed to do, Karasu was a respite from the silence.
If only he paid rent and utilities though. Chores be damned, but Yukimiya’s wallet was getting thinner and thinner because the utilities shot up 3 fold.
“He just needs to pay rent! And utilities! Doesn’t have to do anything else!” Yukimiya whined.
“So you use him to do your chores but still ask him to pay rent and utilities? What a mean host.”
“He doesn’t hafta do the chores…..” Yukimiya fell forward, face hitting the table, “He jus….needs oo be dere…..”
“Aight, time for you to go home.”
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“Yukimiya, can you stand?” Yukimiya looked at whoever was carrying him and covered his mouth.
“I’m gonna puke.”
“Wait, can you make it to the toilet?” Karasu asked. Yukimiya stood up and wobbled his way to the bathroom before hurling into the toilet.
“Hungry…..”
“Yeah, yeah, I made some food for you to eat when you came home.” Karasu helped him up and brought him to the couch, helping him sit up while he grabbed the bowl of nikujaga he made that day.
“Hmmm, thank you.” Yukimiya dug into the stew, happily eating while Karasu sat and watched him.
“Did you have fun?” Yukimiya nodded.
“Lots of it.” He giggled as he ate the food.
“Hey, chew your food properly.”
“Okay, Mom.” Yukimiya giggled even more as he finished his food.
“You should listen to me more often then,” Karasu said, taking the empty bowl from him.
“I’d listen to you more if you were my husband.” Yukimiya looked at Karasu, grabbing his arm. Karasu simply looked at him.
“Husband?” Yukimiya grinned.
“Yeah, waking up in the mornin’ and eatin’ and doin’ shtuff and then fucking me silly every night…..or something like that.”
“Do you really want something like that?” Yukimiya leaned back on the couch, head propped up on the armrest.
“With you? Then yes.” He doesn’t remember what happened after that but he woke up the next morning with a horrible headache, hickeys everywhere, and a sore back.
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Yukimiya rubbed his hips as he went to work, trying to also ignore the large bite mark on his shoulder.
“Oh, had fun last night?” Yukimiya smiled at his manager.
“Stress relief.” He lied but his manager would absolutely find out about Yukimiya housing what was pretty much a gigolo at his house if he said anything else.
“That’s good. You've been busy lately so any break you can get is necessary.”
“Alright guys, we’re going to have Karasu Tabito come in and model with Yukimiya today.” Yukimiya froze.
Did….did he not know about this?”
“Oh yeah, I have a photoshoot in a couple of days,” Karasu said. Yukimiya hummed.
“Nice. Hope it turns out okay.”
Ah shit, this was the photoshoot he had in a couple of days.
“What’s the theme?” His manager asked
“It’s a soccer feature to help promote the Asia Leagues.” A production hand said, “They’ll be clothed in modern clothes that are inspired by traditional clothing. We chose Yukimiya because of their shared history in Blue Lock.” Yukimiya looked at Karasu, spotting a dopey grin on his face. He glared at him.
Act like we don’t live together.
Karasu narrowed his eyes, but he shrugged anyways.
“Have you two kept in touch after Blue Lock?” The photographer asked.
“We–” “Only a little bit. We all kept in touch with each other but our busy schedules prevented us from meeting.” Yukimiya widened his eyes at Karasu, glaring.
Shut the fuck up.
Karasu furrowed his brows unhappily.
“Yeah, we bump into each other every so often.” Karasu glanced at Yukimiya. The latter smiled and scrunched his nose up.
Say a fucking word about us living together and you’ll be kicked out.
“Oh, I see, then you two should be okay in terms of chemistry.” The photographer began posing Karasu and Yukimiya, the latter avoiding eye contact with the former. When the shoot was done, Yukimiya hurried off the set as quickly as possible, getting changed so he could leave.
“What’s the rush?” Yukimiya turned back to look at Karasu standing in the door frame of his dressing room.
“I want to go home.”
“Wanna get lunch then?”
“I apologize, but I’m quickly busy later today and would like to catch some rest before those meetings.” He lied, but Karasu was the last person he wanted to see at the moment.
Karasu’s displeased look didn’t evade Yukimiya. He knew Karasu was already pissed about what happened right before the shoot, so he must feel like this is the least Yukimiya should do.
“Kenyu, I really think we should get lunch together.” Yukimiya froze, chills running up his spine. Karasu only ever used his name in moments of sincerity and this was no exception because Yukimiya’s blood ran cold when he said it. He looked at his manager, who nodded.
“It seems like there’s quite a bit for the two of you to talk about.” Yukimiya gulped, hesitantly nodding, “Let me know if you need to get picked up.”
“I’ll drop him off, don’t worry.” Yukimiya looked at Karasu, a dark look painting the latter’s complexion.
Oh shit.
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The drive was silent, unbearable. Yukimiya stared out the window the entire time, ignoring the growing tension between the two of them. Karasu also said nothing, which was uncharacteristic of him.
“Yukimiya, how tall are you?” He suddenly asked. Yukimiya knew that he and Karasu were around the same height, but he always edged out the soccer player, gaining an extra couple of centimeters.
They hadn’t measured recently and he knew Karasu had a random growth spurt sometime in the middle of last year.
Not that it would make a difference though.
“188.”
“Hm.” Karasu turned into the parking lot of Yukimiya’s apartment, parking in a spot close to the elevator. They were silent as they went up, tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Yukimiya knew Karasu was angry, the commanding presence the soccer player had whenever he was on the field emanating in the living room. As a high schooler, Yukimiya had no problem standing up to him, throwing a couple of jabs about Karasu being shorter and younger than him.
Now….he didn’t have the heart to turn around and face him.
“Turn around.” Yukimiya slowly turned around and looked at Karasu, mildly terrified of what was to come. Karasu slammed his lips onto him, pushing him back until they both fell onto the couch, Karasu pushing Yukimiya’s shirt up before stripping his own off.
Yukimiya didn’t know what to do, it was forceful, unlike all the other times.
“Karasu–”
“Shut up.” Something sharp pinched his nipple and Yukimiya yelped in pain. He writhed underneath the soccer player, trying to push him off.
“Karasu, it hurts….”
“Mmm.” His words fell on deaf ears as Karasu continued to painfully twist his nippled, biting him everywhere on his chest. Yukimiya winced every time, gripping Karasu’s shoulder and shoving him off him. Karasu looked up at him and kissed Yukimiya
“Karasu!” Yukimiya slapped Karasu across the face, the latter staring at him dumbfounded, “I said it hurts!” Karasu looked down sadly.
“Sorry….I just thought you felt the same way….” Yukimiya stared at him in confusion.
“What are you talking about?” Karasu didn’t immediately look up, opting to take a deep breath and glare at him instead.
“Are you ashamed of me, Kenyu?” He asked, changing the subject. Yukimiya blinked. Ashamed of him? For what?
It dawned on him, realization hitting him like a truck.
“No, I’m not.”
“Then why would you lie about our relationship with each other?”
“We’re friends, Karasu.” More than friends, Yukimiya wanted something more, but he was terrified of the outcome.
“Friends? We fuck each other?”
“Friends with benefits then.” Not enough, but Yukimiya wasn’t courageous enough to ask more of him.
“We fucking live with each other.”
“Roommates then.” Just one step short, but a step he wasn’t willing to take.
“Kenyu, we’ve done everything that couples do without putting a name on it.”
“We’re not dating.” Karasu groaned, pacing around and mumbling.
“Why are you adamant about not labeling it like that?” Yukimiya screwed his eyes shut. Everything Karasu was saying was right, even if his arrangement was supposed to be temporary, they did everything a couple in a long-term relationship would do, without ever labeling it as a relationship.
“Because we’re two men.” It’s an excuse but even in their day and age, it’s valid.
“Don’t give me that shit, you know that’s not the reason why you’re not saying anything.” Yukimiya groaned in frustration, “Why don’t you actually want to put a name to it?”
“Because it’ll never work!” Yukimiya screamed. This was him facing reality. Karasu was a straight man, Yukimiya was a gay one. On all accounts of sexuality, it would never work. He covered his face with his arms, trying to ignore the pain. It wouldn’t ever work, no matter how much effort Yukimiya put in, no amount of sex was going to convince him otherwise.
Not even if it was the love of his life.
Karasu looked at him in shock.
“Why are you deciding that yourself? Or have you always thought that and I was the only one who thought there was something more between us?” Yukimiya looked at him in shock as the latter got up off of him and grabbed his shirt from off the ground.
“Karasu what—”
“I’ll move out by the end of next week. Happy?” He walked away, disappearing into the bathroom. Yukimiya sat up, cradling his knees to his chest. Tears streamed down his face.
“Not even in the slightest.” He quietly sobbed.
True to his words, the soccer player moved out by the end of the next week.
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“Well, let me know if you need anything,” Reo said over the phone.
“Yeah.” Yukimiya ended the call before tossing his phone onto his bed. He looked at the clock and sighed. The dishes had piled up, so had the laundry. He wasn’t eating at home anymore, something Karasu mandated that they do for at least one meal each day. The shower was in disarray all the time.
The house was a mess again, just like it was before Karasu came.
His phone went off again and he looked at the alarm, the label reading [REMIND] in all caps. Yukimiya glanced at the time. Ah, 2:00.
“Karasu, you need to go to practice.” No response. “Karasu, you need—” He stopped, walking out to the couch in the living room.
Empty, as all the times Yukimiya complained that it wasn’t. But it was no longer warm and worn. The leather was cold and the stuffing had sunken in. There was no blanket and pillow that lived neatly on the couch as it always had.
Yukimiya inhaled sharply.
Karasu didn’t live here anymore.
Karasu didn’t live here anymore, and it was all Yukimiya’s fault.
“You look like shit,” Hiori said. Yukimiya was in Tokyo for a fashion show and he met up with Hiori for a cup of coffee.
“How astute, thank you for noticing.”
“Karasu giving you a hard time?” Yukimiya looked at him before looking out the window.
“He doesn’t live with me anymore.” Hiori raised a brow.
“You really liked him though, didn’t you?” Yukimiya chuckled softly. Nothing got past Yo, not even when they were in high school.
“Do you have a crush on Karasu?” Yukimiya spat out his water, coughing and clearing his throat. Sure, they were in the cafeteria and no one was around, but damn.
“No.”
“Your reaction before said otherwise.” Hiori sat down in front of him, “So, are you going to tell him?”
“No.”
“Why not?” Yukimiya furrowed his brow.
“We’re two men, wouldn’t that be disgusting?” Hiori shrugged.
“You’ll never know if you don’t try.”
“I did, and I still do, but Karasu doesn’t see me the same way….or at least didn’t see me the same way.” Hiori hummed, “Anyways, he moved out, just like I wanted.”
“Did you want him to move out?”
“Yeah, he was being annoying.”
“Why didn’t you kick him out earlier then?” Yukimiya slammed his coffee cut onto the table.
“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”
“Because it’s a valid question.” Yukimiya looked at Hiori, “No one lets someone they don’t like stay for over a year unplanned. So why didn’t you kick him out earlier?”
“Because—” Because what? Because it was convenient? As true as that was, Yukimiya thought he was getting annoying as time went on, which in theory would’ve outlived the convenience aspect of Karasu doing the chores. Because he felt bad? No, Yukimiya would’ve kicked him out earlier if not for…..
If not for living him so much.
“Because?” Hiori prompted. Tears streamed down Yukimiya’s face. He began to laugh as if something broke his mind when he realized why he let Karasu live with him for so long.
Chaotic, unhindered, and above all, unfiltered. His laughs were mixed with sobs as he cradled his face in his hands.
“Because when we were living together, even if it was fake, I could pretend he was mine. I could pretend we were in love.” Hiori looked at him, sighing.
“Why not be actually in love?” Yukimiya looked at him.
“What?”
“I think you’re overthinking it. Karasu might be a soccer general on the field but he’s a simpleton in all other aspects.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hiori took a sip of his coffee.
“Don't you think Karasu stayed at your place as long as he had because he liked you? I mean, in a normal situation, if a person had enough money and was able to, they’d offer to move out once they felt they were being a burden. But you never kicked him out and he never offered to move out, so don’t you think he liked being with you, loved being with you even? Back in Blue Lock, people were afraid of rooming with you because we knew Karasu would make our lives a nightmare if we did. The guy would glare at every guy who talked to you before going off and grumbling.” Hiori finished his coffee, “Don’t you think he was afraid of someone snatching you away from him?” Yukimiya hummed, wiping the tears from his face.
“I doubt it. I’m not his type.”
“And what’s that?”
“Short girls with short hair and cute button noses. I'm a few centimeters taller than him, there’s no use.” Hiori furrowed his brow.
“Okay, Karasu is 193 cm now, and besides, that’s his taste in women. What about his taste in men?” Yukimiya looked at Hiori in surprise.
“He’s bi?” Hiori nodded.
“He’s bi sexual , but he’s homoromantic.” Yukimiya’s eyes widened. Homoromantic? He could only fall in love with men. “Oh and by the way, if you’re scared of fitting in with his type, you shouldn’t worry about that.” Yukimiya knitted his brows.
“What? Why?” Hiori pointed at him.
“You are the definition of his type.”
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Definition of his type, huh. Yukimiya walked home to his place in Tokyo, walking in and locking the door behind him. He laid down on the couch, lazing around. Lucky too, his schedule was empty for the rest of the day.
He was 193 cm now too? Who would’ve thought? Yukimiya spent so much of their time together looking down at him, how did he never notice Karasu was actually taller than him now?
“How tall are you?” Yukimiya looked at Karasu.
“What?”
“How tall are you?”
“188. Why?” Karasu clicked his tongue, “Wait, why?”
“I’m 187….so close.” Yukimiya furrowed his brow as the other walked away.
“What’s wrong with 187?” Karasu smiled at him.
“I wanted to be taller than you so I could look over your head when we’re playing soccer.”
He was so dumb, why did he never notice it before?
Karasu was always looking at him, that was why their on-field chemistry was so good.
He was always looking at Yukimiya, the same amount Yukimiya was looking at him.
He covered his face, arms lazily slung over his eyes as he bit his lips.
Even though he yelled at him whenever he came home, it felt so good to see another face when he came home. Even if Karasu never welcomed him home, it was comfortable where he was, taking care of him or eating together, whatever it was.
It was warm wherever Karasu was.
His phone buzzed and he ignored it. It kept buzzing and Yukimiya assumed the caller would give up if he ignored it for long enough.
Nope. It rang for another 5 minutes before Yukimiya got annoyed enough to pick up the phone.
“Leave a message next time!” He shouted.
“I would if it wasn’t important. Karasu is in the hospital, he was in a freak construction accident,” Reo said. Yukimiya froze. A freak accident?
“Where is he?”
“OO General Hospital.” Yukimiya got his bag and keys before running out the door, locking it, and leaving the penthouse apartment.
Was he okay? How badly was he hurt? Was there anyone there with him? Yukimiya hailed a taxi and jumped in.
“OO Gen Hospital please.” How did he get hurt? What happened? Yukimiya stared out the window as they made their way to the hospital.
Was he going to make it?
When he made it up to the hospital room where Karasu was staying, he was greeted with a scene he wasn’t expecting.
Karasu was alive and well with Reo standing off to the side. Yukimiya pointed at Karasu, who was simply sitting on the bed with a wrapped ankle.
“I….I thought….He…Huh?” Karasu smiled.
“I just sprained my ankle while tripping on a sidewalk marked for construction.” He said. Yukimiya glared at Reo, who smiled.
“If this is what it’s gonna take for you two to talk it out, then fine by me.” He gently ushered everyone else out of the room, leaving Yukimiya and Karasu in the room. Karasu looked at him.
“Kenyu…”
“Why the fuck would Reo lie to me?”
“Kenyu, come on.” Yukimiya looked at Karasu, “Is that so important right now?” Yukimiya’s shoulders dropped.
“No.” Karasu smiled.
“I say just tripped and fell on a sidewalk but the reality was that there was a bunch of debris sticking out of it, even pieces of glass embedded in the sidewalk. Had it not been for someone pushing me off into the grass I would probably be in worse shape.”
“Oh god, you idiot.” Karasu chuckled.
“Yeah, I am. But when I was faced with permanently destroying my eyes, all I could think about was you, and how I’d never be able to see you smile ever again and look into your eyes when I made love to you.” Karasu took his hand, “I love you. What do you say?” Yukimiya stared at him, taking a deep breath.
“On my way here, I thought about all the things that could’ve gone wrong, thinking that maybe the day you moved out would have been the last time I talked to you.” Tears pooled in the corners of his eyes, “When I thought about it, I thought about how I never got the chance to tell you how much I loved you, or how much I really like being around you.” Tears began flowing down his cheeks, nose red from sniffling, snot and everything dripping from his chin, “But what scared me the most was that I never got to tell you how much I wanted you to come back. We fight all the time but you still cooked for me, went shopping with me, did the dishes for me. I probably suck as a housemate but please….come back home…” He was fully bawling at this point but he didn’t care, this was the chance for him to lay it all out on the table. Karasu stayed silent.
“You do suck as a housemate.” Yukimiya flinched. Hmm, it hurt to have it pointed out, “But I did all of that because I wanted to.” Yukimiya looked at Karasu, “You have no idea how happy it makes me hear you finally say it.” Karasu caressed Yukimiya’s face, “I spent so long wondering if it would ever be a requited love. You have no idea how happy I am to hear you feel the same way.” Yukimiya looked at Karasu in confusion.
“Did you ever say that to me?” Karasu smiled.
“More times than I can count. But that’s in the past.” He leaned in towards Yukimiya, “I love you. Let’s live together again.”
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Karasu could go home the next day, the doctor ordering bed rest.
They both knew they weren’t getting any bed rest.
“Can you use your ankle?” Yukimiya asked, grinding his hips down in Karasu’s. They had managed to keep their composure going home and into the bedroom but they lost it the moment the bedroom door closed.
“Technically, but my career depends on it so can you ride me this time?” Yukimiya nodded, shimmying down and unbuckling his pants. Karasu’s cock sprang out, a bead of precum leaking from the tip. Yukimiya licked it before taking the organ into his mouth, Karasu sharply inhaling. He grabbed Yukimiya’s hair and bobbed his head up and down. Yukimiya slightly grimaced at the pull before fondling Karau’s balls, the hard organ easily lolling in between his fingers.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.” Yukimiya let off with a satisfactory pop.
“Too early don’t you think?” He asked, swallowing his spit.
“Been a while.” Karasu blinked before smiling, “Babe, let’s 69.”
“What?” Karasu had never asked for that before.
“Well, normally, you’re on your back but we don’t have that luxury today, so crawl on over here and let’s 69.” Yukimiya hesitated before crawling up, taking his pants and underwear off. He positioned himself so that Karasu could suck on his dick and he could suck on his, ass embarrassingly stuck out for Karasu to play with should he feel like it.
“Karasu, wai-AH!” Karasu had begun his assault on Yukimiya’s cock, licking the tip while sticking two fingers into his ass, stretching him out. Yukimiya moaned, Karasu bringing his fingers to a standstill.
“Suck my dick, babe.” Yukimiya glared at Karasu but complied nonetheless, taking the erection into his mouth and pushing it to the back of his throat. Karasu moved his fingers again, brushing against his prostate and eliciting moans from Yukimiya. He took Karasu’s dick from his mouth and moaned.
“I’m gonna cum.” Something gripped the base of his dick, surprising him.
“No, you’re not.” Karasu slipped another finger into his butt, pushing the three digits in as far as they could go. Yukimiya’s breath hitched, feeling heat pool in his stomach.
“Please, Tabito, let me cum.” Karasu gripped the base harder, “No wait, Tabito, please! Let me cum!”
“Beg more.” Yukimiya’s whimpered.
“Please, Tabito, let me cum, oh god, please please!” Something shot up his spine, his body shooting up.
“Jeez, clamping down on my fingers…. wait .”
“Huh….?” Yukimiya glanced down, coming down from his high quickly.
Nothing came out. Nothing, not even precum.
“Did you cum dry?” Yukimiya shivered, feeling Karasu’s finger, worm their way around his ass again, “Fuck, that was hot.” Yukimiya whimpered when he took his fingers out, “Face me, babe.” Yukimiya complied, Karasu grinning and gently trying to sit up, “Now I want you to lower yourself onto my dick.”
In a moment of clarity, Yukimiya snorted.
“Really asking a lot.”
“Treat the crippled with respect.” Yukimiya rolled his eyes before complying, the feeling of the thick cock entering him and filling him up. His mouth dropped open, eyes rolled back he could see the back of his head.
“Fuck….” He breathed. Oh, it was so much better than before.
“Like that babe?”
“Uh-huh….”
“Love it even better watching you bounce up and down on my cock.” Karasu gently prodded Yukimiya, prompting the latter to lift himself up before lowering himself again. Yukimiya rolled his hips again, relishing in the feeling before picking up the pace, even repositioning so that he could get more leverage. Once he did, it hit deliciously in the right place. Yukimiya choked on his breath.
“Fuck!” He screamed, pushing down on it more. Oh, it rubbed against him so well, nested inside of him, and spread his so wide for Karasu. He looked down hazily, the man beneath him staring hungrily up at him.
“You know, I was gonna let you ride me until the end, but I don’t think my self-control will last that long.” Karasu gripped Yukimiya’s hips, “Bear with me, babe.” And he slammed up into Yukimiya. He fell forward, wrapping his arms around Karasu’s neck so some bit of stability as the man pounded relentlessly into him.
“Tabito….Fuck! Ah!” Yukimiya moaned, Karasu’s name falling from his lips like a mantra.
“Gonna cum?”
“Ye…yeah….Uh! Nng! Hnn!” Yukimiya felt the thick organ ram him as hard and as deep as possible, ruthlessly abusing his hole. When the thrusts got more erratic, Yukimiya clenched down, Karasu choking out a laugh.
“Fuck, making this hard….” He pounded into Yukimiya more, Yukimiya fully unraveled now.
“Gonna cum!” Yukimiya wailed, scratched at Karasu’s back.
“Yeah, babe, cum with me cum with me.” And the last final thrust, Yukimiya came, Karasu spilling into him, the excess leaking out and all over them. Yukimiya looked at Karasu, a pleased smile on his face. He wobbled a bit, falling forward and letting the taller man catch him.
“Sleepy….” Karasu chuckled at him.
“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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The first time they meet, all the blood goes from Karasu’s head to his dick and then back up again.
Slender, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous.
“You are?” He asked. The boy he was talking to pointed at himself in confusion. Karasu nodded, “Yeah, what’s your name?” The boy across from him flashed a smile, one you’d find in magazines.
“Yukimiya Kenyu. You?”
Oh god, he was beautiful.
“Karasu Tabito.”
His presence in Blue Lock was never missed.
“You’re always staring at Yukimiya,” Eita said. Karasu chuckled.
“You see a model playing soccer, do you look away?” Eita hummed.
“No.”
“See?”
But Karasu did more than just stare.
He thought about all the things he’d do to Yukimiya, the latter sprawled out underneath him and begging, panting, moaning, for him. Karasu got off to that thought a lot more than he was willing to admit, going to the bathroom and dealing with his problem.
“Bro, you good? You look dead tired.” Karasu looked at Hiori.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He flashed a smile. Hiori glanced at him.
“You should tell him, you never know if it’ll be requited.”
“I’d rather die than risk it.”
“Suit yourself.”
“When did you first start liking me?” Yukimiya asked. They were lying in bed after dinner and a movie, relaxing since they both had a full day of work the next day. Karasu smiled.
“Not telling you.”
“Okay, then when did you notice that I liked you?” Karasu smiled.
“You would've kicked me out earlier if you didn’t.”
“Why does everyone say that?” Karasu kissed his temple.
“Because it’s true.” He pulled him into a hug, “Now, go to sleep, you have a 14-hour shoot tomorrow.”
“Okay, Mom.” Karasu gently pinched Yukimiya, “Okay, Daddy.”
Karasu stared at Yukimiya and rolled them over.
“That’s more like it.”