Fan Fiction ❯ Satoru Part 2 ❯ Playing Doubles ( Chapter 2 )

 

March 21, 2022

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Satoru: What's the deal with you anyway? You don't even log on to chat anymore. I miss you.

 

“Satoru, what are you doing?” Nimble fingers quickly pressed send on the keyboard before Shotaru span around, smiling brightly at Ichi, “nothing really. Are you heading off to work?” Ichi nodded before smiling bending down to peck his lover on the forehead, Satoru blushing and smiling brightly at this. He pulled away, dress jacket draped over his arm, “I'll be back around eight, don't eat without me.” “I'll try,” Satoru hummed as he watched Ichi close the door to their two-bedroom apartment, well it would be two if it wasn't for the locked extra bedroom, it had always been that way and Satoru had never asked about it, so it stayed that way. He allowed himself to flop back into his computer chair, forgetting he was sitting sideways and falling to the floor. “Owwww,” Satoru growled as he rubbed his sore backside, one eye squinted in pain, “that hu-,” he was cut off by the high-pitched shrill of their phone. Blue eyes rolled slightly before he stood, walking over to the phone and grabbing it from its receiver, clicking it on, “moshi-moshi.” `Hey Satoru its Kouta.' Satoru smiled as he headed toward their kitchenette, phone tucked under his chin, “Oh hey Kouta, how's life treatin ya? Shiori still trying to be the next Nobel Prize winner,” bedroom slippers gliding over linoleum. `Yeah, but I don't think he'll get far trying to disprove the theory of relativity.' “He still thinks Einstein a fool huh? Well good luck to him on that. So what have you been up to, it's about time you decided to call me?” He opened the fridge and took out as head of lettuce, closing the fridge with a foot as he headed toward the sink. `Me call you, how about you pick up the phone and call, Mr. I'm too busy with my new life to call my old friends.' “Sheesh, calm down man. What did you call for anyway?” Satoru growled as he rinsed the lettuce thoroughly, water splashing up onto his white-shirt, `shit,' cursing silently to himself. `So now I need a reason to call you? How dare you. But since you asked…' Blue orbs rolled as he trudged into his bedroom, stripping off his white-shirt and biker shorts with little effort, “I knew it was comin.” `How about you join me, Shiori, and Daisuke at the diner for a reunion of sorts.' “Reunion, feh, if you don't remember clearly, you guys stopped working there, not me. I don't like to spend my free time going back to a place where I slave half my day away,” slender arms dug through his drawer as he searched for something to wear, deciding on a blue t-shirt and a pair of jeans. `Whatever, you pick then Mr. I don't wanna chill at work. But there better be food there, where you choose.' “I know the perfect place, why don't you guys come visit me at my apartment.”

 

 

“Wow, livin the life are we not?” Kouta exclaimed as Satoru let them into his and Ichi's apartment, Shiori following after the rather loud girlie-boy. Shiori bowed to Satoru politely before walking into the living area, sitting quietly in one of the plush white couches. He grabbed the back of a rather loud shirt as Kouta bounced by him, forcing the blonde to sit down beside him, “we can't afford for you to break anything else within the next ten years at-least.” Kouta stuck his tongue out at him before pouting, slumping down in the chair defeated, “I can't believe this.” Familiar red stopped Satoru's breathing as Daisuke stood before him, sky blue eyes and that same non-chalant smile, “hey Satoru.” Satoru shook out of it, smiling as he stepped to the side and let his friend in, watching as the boy clad in a leather jacket, jeans, and a t-shirt made his way over to Shiori and Kouta. Kouta was already indulging on the finger foods he had made by time he sat with them, in the reclining chair, instead of sitting beside Daisuke in the plush love-seat. “Just last year you were a stranger in Tokyo and look at you now,” Kouta mumbled through a stuffed mouth, Satoru blushing slightly as the rest of their group burst into laughter. “Forget about that, lets get drunk,” Daisuke smirked as he pulled a sake bottle from his jacket, shaking it from side to side slowly, “on me.” “That's what I'm talking about,” Kouta whooped, grabbing the bottle and reading it, “and this isn't even the cheap stuff, who'd you mug?” arching an eyebrow in Daisuke's direction. Daisuke snorted as he grabbed his bottle back, “baka, anyway, let's get this party goin. I'm parched.” A cup slammed down onto the table and the pouring began, Satoru shaking his head in disbelief.

“No-no, you shuddup…” Kouta slurred as he pointed a finger at Daisuke, draped over Shiori's shoulder, the brunette already knocked out, “dat wuz a wun time thing Dai und u know it.” Satoru and Daisuke both starred at him before his eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out, both of them looking to one another before breaking into laughter. “He never could hold his liquor,” Daisuke guffawed as he fell back in the love seat, Satoru falling back as well, “drinking always was your specialty Daisuke.” “That wasn't my only specialty if you recall,” he licked his lips, a blush coloring Satoru's face; “you're still a pervert.” “Well, it's a `hard' habit to break,” the sexual innuendo in his words only darkened the shade of red on Satoru's cheeks before the raven haired boy grabbed the sake bottle. “When did you stop dying your hair?” Daisuke's tone lowered a bit before Satoru looked at him, their eyes locking for a moment, the same passion still burning, “Ichi didn't like the dye, he said it took away from my face.” “He was right…you look much prettier without it,” Daisuke smiled softly, and Satoru's tongue was tied as he starred at the red head, “Daisuke, you can't say things like that.” He didn't get to finish as the front door to his apartment opened, Ichi standing there rather darkly, “Satoru, who are these people?” “Oh Ichi, y-you remember my roommates, Daisuke, Kouta, and Shiori, they were just visiting,” Satoru smiled uneasily at his boyfriend, who just snorted before storming off toward their bedroom, “It's getting late anyway, I should leave.” He watched as Daisuke stood and picked his jacket up off of the couch, smiling down at Satoru “maybe I'll see you around Sato-chan.” Blue eyes watched the red head walk to the door, and he almost stopped him, before the click of the lock told him he was gone. “The party's over?” Shiori yawned as he sat up; Kouta slumped over in his lap, “where'd Dai go?

 

Blue eyes watched quietly as Ichi paced through their bedroom, mumbling angrily, “It's no big deal Ichi. If you don't want people in the house, just tell me.” Charcoal eyes turned to the teen sitting on the edge of his bed, before he snorted, “It's not the fact that they were in the house. It's the fact that you didn't even ask if I wanted strangers in my house.” “Well sheesh, I didn't know I had no say in the company I keep,” Satoru mumbled under his breath, before Ichi sneered at him, “exactly.” Satoru was at a loss of words, he couldn't believe Ichi just said that. His lover just sat on the edge of the bed, right beside him, slinking an arm over his shoulder. “Just forget it, it's been a long day and I just want to go to sleep with my boyfriend,” he purred into his ear. Satoru nodded as Ichi got up and went to his side of the bed lifting the covers and getting in.

 

 

 

April 6, 2022

Sk8er9: logged off

 

Satoru: Where are you?

 

 

“Oh shit,” Ichi groaned as he thrust inside of his placid lover, Satoru's hands fisting into the sheets below him. He hid his face in the white pillow below him, muting his slight moans. A few more thrust and then Ichi's muscles tightened up as he came, pulling out of Satoru and rolling over to his side of the bed, “that was great.” Satoru whined as he rubbed himself on the sheets beneath him, hard evidence of his arousal still between his legs, “hunh.” Ichi glanced at him before getting up, grabbing his robe and heading for the door, “I'm gonna take a shower. Could ya make breakfast baby?” Satoru cried out as the door closed, rolling onto his back and grabbing hold of his need, stroking himself to release. “Unh,” he panted as he came, limbs going limp, his eyes closing tightly.

 

Satoru sighed as he watched Ichi eat breakfast, barely touching his own breakfast, the dark eyed man humming his approval as he ate. “So Ichi…how's work?” Blue eyes scanned his lover's face for any emotion as Ichi glanced up at him, not answering, “What's wrong with you.” “Nothing!” Satoru piped as Ichi wiped his mouth, Ichi watched him for a while before snorting, “I need you to go grocery shopping today.” “Fine,” Satoru smiled as Ichi stood up, empty eyes scanning him, “maybe I wouldn't have to tell you if you weren't so lazy.” “Sorry,” Satoru mumbled as Ichi left the kitchen and headed to their bedroom, leaving Satoru alone in the kitchen to think. `What the hell?'

 

Blue eyes scanned through the shelves in the grocery store as he shopped, feet dragging slightly as he leaned against his shopping cart. “Hey you.” “Huh?” Satoru jumped before turning to see a girl with long black hair standing beside him. “Don't you live in building J?” she smiled brightly, walking beside him with her own shopping cart. “Yeah,” he smiled, she was pretty, and seemed nice, “why do you ask?” “Well we just moved in right down the hall, my boyfriend and I,” she giggled as they walked, long hair swishing as they did so. “Oh, is that so?” Satoru murmured as he threw a couple boxes of ramen noodles into his cart, leaving the aisle, the girl following behind him. “What's your name?” the girl tried to carry a conversation with him, smile still plastered on her face, “my name is Mirei, by tha way.” “I'm Satoru,” the raven haired boy glanced back at her, figuring out he wasn't leaving any time soon. “Satoru, that's a nice name, how long have you been in Tokyo?” she beamed, eyes watching his face, hazel eyes twinkling. “A few months,” Satoru forced a smile, still leaning against his cart, “how long have you lived in Tokyo?” “Oh, about two years now, I met my boy friend a couple months ago and we just decided to move in together,” she smiled, both of them stopping when Daisuke suddenly appeared, “there he is.” Satoru couldn't believe what he heard, his heart dropping as Mirei ran up to the red-head, hugging him tightly. And Daisuke was at a loss of words as Satoru and he locked eyes, hugging Mirei back, a blank expression on his face. Mirei turned to say something to him, but he was already gone, heading down another aisle as fast as his feet could carry him.

 

Satoru starred at his bedroom wall blankly for what seemed like an eternity, head in hands as millions of thoughts raced through his mind. `I can't believe him,' Satoru groaned, flopping backwards onto his bed, starring at his ceiling, `and he flirted with me, I can't believe his nerve.' Blue eyes scanned the pale white of the ceiling for a while before tears stung the back of his eyes, `I guess I can only blame my self…I was the one who dumped him.' Running the back of his hand over his eyes he sighed, turning onto his side, `but what was I supposed to do? We just weren't right for each other.' Daisuke cleared his throat, blushing softly, “how about I help you out with dinner tonight.” “I can manage,” crystal orbs lit up softly as Daisuke sighed, usual smile returning, “Okay then...how about I just watch, would you mind? Cause Shiori and Kouta don't really like for me to watch them cook...and I've been thinking about learning for a while and I never did...” Satoru laughed softly as he rattled on nervously, the usually cocky teen acting like a lost boy, he had always thought of himself as the hyper one, but the way the red-head went on, it seemed otherwise. He then arched his brows angrily, “hey...were you in my candy stash today?!” blue eyes narrowing. Daisuke quickly snapped out of his maze of words to growl angrily, “why the hell would I want your nasty candy, it rots your teeth!” “Why don't you tell me motor mouth!” Satoru barked back, face red. “BAKA!” “ASS!” A light snore erupted through his room as he fell asleep.

 

A loud smack erupted through Satoru's room as he opened his eyes, pain radiating from his cheek, Ichi standing above him, “I-Ichi?!” “Get the fuck up!” Ichi barked as he grabbed Satoru by the shoulders, throwing him out of their bed and to the floor. He scattered to his feet, scarred for his life, “what's going on Ichi, why did you hit me?” Violent eyes turned to him and he shrank in size, Ichi walking toward him, fists balled up, “You ask too many damn questions.” Satoru could smell the alcohol on Ichi's breath as he neared, “Ichi, are you drunk?” He didn't get an answer, instead receiving a blow to his chest, knocking the wind out of him, “stop asking questions!” “I-Ichi…” he gurgled as he slid to the floor, a sharp scream erupting from him as Ichi kicked him, “Ichi stop!” Tears sprang from his eyes and Ichi kneeled before him, grabbing his shoulders as rage seeped through him, “you're making me do this to you, ya know? You're just so lazy; you don't do a damned thing around this house.” His eyes widened at Ichi's words before fingers laced through his hair as Ichi stood, and then searing pain ripped through his scalp as Ichi dragged him out of their room and into the living room. He fell as Ichi released him, curling into a ball, “now you clean up this pig-sty and make me something to eat.” Satoru nodded, refusing to look up as he heard Ichi retreat back to their room, finally lifting his head when he heard the door to their room slam. He looked around the clean living room, it was spotless, but he stood and walked to the couch, fluffing the already strait pillows, `w-what the hell was that for.' He sobbed as he did this, his chest burning, `why did Ichi do that? He doesn't drink. Why now? M-maybe it was an accident.' “Satoru!” his heart stopped as Ichi's voice erupted through the living room, wondering when he came out of the room, a hand slipping through his hair to comb through his locks, “could you make stir fry tonight?” Ichi turned him and slid a hand over his bruised cheek, wiping a fresh tear from his eye, “why are you crying Koibito?”

 

April 10, 2022

Sk8er9: logged off

 

Satoru: I'm just gonna stop messaging you.

 

Satoru cleared his throat as he looked at himself in his bathroom mirror, combing spiky bangs out of his face. He sighed before lifting his shirt, heart aching as he starred at the dark purple bruise that reminded him of what happened just four days before. Ichi hadn't hit him since, nor did he act like it had even happened, but the pain still remained. “Satoru?” he jumped at Ichi's voice through the bathroom door, pulling his shirt down quickly, “y-yes?” “I'm heading off to work,” Ichi's voice was slightly mumbled as he fixed his tie but Satoru could hear him, blue eyes shaking, “I'll be working late so don't wait up.” “O-okay Ichi,” he poked his head out of the door as Ichi left, inhaling deeply, `maybe I'm just over-reacting.' He walked to their room, bare feet padding across the floor, running a hand through raven locks. His drawer opened easily as he pulled out his uniform, `you know it's kind of odd, I feel like I'm becoming my mother.' “God, it feels like forever since I've been to work,” he mumbled as he laid the slightly crumbled uniform out on his bed, turning back to his drawer and pulling out some socks and a pair of boxers. He whistled as he grabbed a towel from their door, heading out of the room and back into the bathroom, “Off to work I go da-da-dum-dum-do-do-do!”

 

“Satoru, we need you to get table five!” Blue eyes scanned the diner as Satoru juggled a tray full of lunches, his other hand holding desserts, “one second!” “Here ya go,” he smiled as he stopped by a table, placing a few of the lunches down before a couple and their child before heading off to another table. “Satoru!” He smiled uneasily as he dropped off the desserts, “a sundae for you, and a banana spilt for the lady,” before quickly heading to table five. “May I take your order?” he asked upon arrival, his notebook already out, “how about an order of you?” He grimaced before looking over his notepad, his face turning bright red as familiar eyes locked with his own. They starred at each other for a while before Daisuke grabbed his hand, “hey, aren't you gonna take my order?” Satoru turned back to him, snorting slightly, “I'm not on the menu Daisuke.” “What if I order a meal for a couple…would you join me?” Daisuke smirked, holding his hand tighter, “koibito?” “What about Mirei?” Satoru swallowed,” his face and body heating the way Daisuke devoured him with his eyes, “I think she'd mind.” “Mirei who?” Daisuke licked his lips; Satoru pulled his hand away, “no Daisuke.” “Whatever,” Daisuke shrugged, standing to leave, “but if you reconsider, you know where to find me.” Heat flushed his face as he watched Daisuke leave, one of his co-workers tapping him on the shoulder, “Satoru, get table seven.” He shook out of his daze and nodded, taking his tray and heading to table six, forcing a smile, “may I take your order?” `What does he think he can just walk into my life one day and jump my bones,' he couldn't even hear the order as his mind went off, his face reddening, `it's not like Ichi and I do it anyway. Maybe just once.' “Hello?” his eyes went wide as he realized he was just day dreaming, “uh, sorry, what was your order?”

 

“Who's there?” Daisuke spoke through the door before opening it, his eyes going wide when Satoru jumped him, pressing a needy mouth to his. He returned the kiss just as greedily, closing the door with a foot as he backed away, holding the smaller teen tightly to him. No words were exchanged between them as they stumbled through the living room, down the narrow hall and into Daisuke's room. Satoru looking up heatedly as Daisuke dropped him on his bed, lips kissed pink, watching as Daisuke stripped off his shirt. He watched as a belt buckle was unclasped before he started taking off his uniform, buttons coming undone with shaky hands, before he met eyes with Mirei's smiling face, “what about Mirei?” Daisuke smirked as he climbed into the bed, between spread thighs, kissing Satoru's lower lip as he brushed shaky hands away from the job they were fumbling, “what about her?” And Satoru was lost as kisses trailed down his neck; heat running through his body even as the chill of the bedroom crawled over his bare chest, his eyes closing. His back touched the crisp sheets of a fresh bed as Daisuke pushed him back, kissing him heatedly, “do you know how long I've missed the taste of your lips?” Satoru couldn't even answer as he felt his pants and underwear slipped over his hips, lifting to make it easier for Daisuke, who deepened the kiss even further. Daisuke's kisses trailed from his lips again, over his collar bone and then down his abdomen and all he could do was watch as Daisuke's mouth slid over his head before he threw his head back in pleasure. He moaned loudly as Daisuke sucked him off, red-head bobbing slightly, his hands fisting in red hair. It wasn't long before he came, the first blow-job he'd had in months sending him over the edge. Daisuke smirked around him before Satoru's limp member fell from his lips, crawling up over Satoru's body as he swallowed, “still sweet as ever.” Satoru grabbed his head as soon as he was eye level and crushed their lips together nibbling softly on Daisuke's lips before grabbing his cock, breaking the kiss to stare in his eyes, “please fuck me.” “You don't have to say that twice,” Daisuke smirked as he reached a hand under his pillow, pulling out a tube of lubricant, Satoru arching an eyebrow at it, “I've matured since then.” He spread the slick jelly over his fingers before slipping his hand between wanton thighs, easily slipping his index finger inside of Satoru, who moaned softly. Another followed and he thrusted them in and out lightly, pressing his prostate before pulling them out, Satoru moaning loudly before kissing him roughly. Satoru rolled them both over until Daisuke was on his back, smirking up at him, grabbing the tube from his hands and squirting it in his palm, “someone's been depraved.” Satoru didn't even retaliate as he started coating Daisuke with the jelly, jacking him off as he did so, stopping and crawling over him, straddling him before seating himself to the hilt on the horny teen. A tear slid from the corner of his eye before Daisuke smirked, biting his lip, “forgot how big I am ne?” “I, nhuh…just need a second…” he whimpered before lifting himself and then sitting again, a moan rattling him, “oh shit.” And Daisuke groaned as he sat up, grabbing Satoru's hips as he kissed him softly, “why don't you let me?” Satoru nodded and Daisuke lifted him before lowering him, he did this a couple times before Satoru grabbed his shoulders taking control and bouncing up and down quickly, moaning loudly.

 

Satoru starred as Daisuke lit up a cigarette, Daisuke remembering and getting out of the bed, “sorry, I'll go outside.” “No it's okay, I`ve gotta go and make dinner anyway,” Satoru stopped him, slinking out of the now messy bed, “Why do you have a bruise Satoru?” Blue eyes widened before he turned to look at Daisuke, who starred him down very seriously, “you heard me.” “I-I…he was just, I fell,” he lied, bending and grabbing his shirt from the floor, putting it on and buttoning it quickly to hide his bruise before he grabbed his pants. “Lie if you want,” Daisuke sighed as he blew smoke through his nose, running a hand through red bangs, as he stood by his window, “when you're ready to tell the truth I'll be here.” Satoru nodded as he straitened his clothing, before smiling sweetly, “for a dumb ass you sure are a good lay.” “You're not bad your self for an asshole,” Daisuke snorted before Satoru waltzed out his door, “see you around asshole.”

 

“Ichi?” Satoru sighed as he lay beside his sleeping boyfriend, snuggling up beside him, “Ichi?” “What?” Ichi barked before scooting away from him, Satoru's heart dropping, “n-nothing.” He turned onto his side, back to Ichi's back, closing his eyes and trying to force himself to sleep. `Yep, definitely a one time thing.'