Fan Fiction ❯ Satoru Part 2 ❯ Unwanted Changes ( Chapter 3 )

 

April 20, 2022

Sk8er9: logged off

 

Satoru: Well I guess I can leave you a message, I'll just assume you're on vacation or something. Try to get back to me. Do you think it's wrong to cheat on your lover, when they don't satisfy you? I mean I like Ichi a lot, but, we barely even do it, and I just met up with Daisuke again, but he has a girlfriend. I'm so confused. Plus Ichi doesn't even talk to me anymore.

 

“You know, I can't have you just sleeping away your days in my bed,” Daisuke snorted as he starred down at Satoru, who blinked deep blue eyes up at him, “I do have a girlfriend.” “How long have I been sleeping?” Satoru yawned as he sat up, sheets falling around his waist, Daisuke moving to the edge of his bed, “well right after I gave you a dose of heavenly lovin you slept well through the afternoon and now it's about five.” Satoru glared at him, before moving to the other edge of Daisuke's bed, bending and digging his underwear out of a pile of clothes, slipping them on with little trouble. He giggled as he felt lips ghost over the back of his neck before turning and pecking Daisuke on the lips, smiling into the kiss that ensued. The red head broke the kiss, Satoru standing and grabbing his clothes and then heading into Daisuke's bathroom, dropping them on the counter. He turned on the faucet and proceeded to wash his face, head snapping up when Daisuke grabbed him from behind, kissing his cheek, “what the hell?” Daisuke let go of him and pressed him against the counter, kissing him softly, Satoru's eyes wide before he sunk into the kiss, kissing back, running his tongue over Daisuke's before the red-head broke the kiss. “What was that for?” Satoru mumbled as Daisuke ran a thumb over his bottom lip, the taller teen smirking down at him, “let's take a shower.” Satoru blushed before Daisuke grabbed his hand and led him to the shower, almost tripping as he was pulled, “I'm dirty.”

 

“Where have you been?” Satoru gasped as he walked in through his front door, breath catching in his chest as Ichi starred at him from their couch, beer bottle clenched in his hand. “I-I was at work,” he lied, knowing he had taken off just to be with Daisuke, his heart stopping as Ichi stood, eyes dark and shining with intoxication, “come here Satoru.” Satoru gaped, his feet unable to move, and that only made Ichi angrier apparently as the bottle he was holding flew across the room and smash on the wall above Satoru's head. And Satoru couldn't even think as he ran toward his room, Ichi blocking him off before he could even get to the door, “where the fuck do you think you're goin?” Black eyes bore into his soul as he felt the fear rise in his body, but he couldn't move, and it was like slow motion when a hand came across his face. He didn't even have time to react as his head snapped to the side, stumbling a few steps before Ichi grabbed him, shaking him, “What the hell are you good for?” “I-Ichi…” he felt tears coming to his eyes as blood dribbled down his chin, screaming when Ichi smacked him again, “shut the fuck up.” He nodded before Ichi covered his mouth with his hands, punching him in the gut quickly, a mumbled gurgle escaping his lips. He slid to the ground when Ichi let him go, praying it was over before Ichi kicked him in the side, forcing him to roll onto his side in pain, crying out. Another kick followed, to his chest, then another, then another, the metallic tang of blood coating his mouth as he coughed, “st-ah-op!” He screamed as Ichi grabbed his hair and dragged him into their room, throwing him on the floor and removing his belt, “spare the rod and spoil the child…that's where I went wrong.” Satoru tried to crawl away before the belt came down on his back, falling down to the ground in pain. Ichi raised the belt and brought it down again, striking with each word he spoke, “You. Act. Like a child. So. I'll. Treat You. Like. One.” Satoru starred blankly at his ceiling when Ichi finished, walking over and sitting on the bed, face in his hands. He winced as he sat up, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand before turning frightened eyes to his boyfriend. `It can't be true, Ichi didn't, he couldn't…' he screamed in his mind before Ichi looked at him and smiled, “it's not my fault…if you would just listen and clean up. Have dinner ready when I get home. I wouldn't have to do this to you. I love you Satoru.”

 

May 7, 2022

Sk8er9: Sorry I haven't been on for a while, I just became the lead singer for this new band and I've been exhausted with practices and gigs. So how have you been, you'll be seventeen soon right, I'll send you a present.

 

Satoru: Wow, finally.

 

Sk8er9: I said sorry. Anyway, about your question, wow. I can't really give you any good advice; I've slept with one too many people to count. But do whatever feels good.

 

Satoru: I pretty much figured that out, but that's the least of my worries lately.

 

Sk8er9: Oh, what's wrong now?

 

Satoru: Nothing.

 

 

“It all has to go!” erupted from Satoru's bedroom as he sat by his bed, watching as Ichi rummaged through their closet, pulling out every outfit Satoru had and throwing them into a box. Jeans, T-shirts, shorts, anything that wasn't designer flew into the box. “Why do you have all these ratty clothes, you're not some bum, you don't need them!” Ichi grunted as he kicked open the door and threw the box into the hallway. He turned to their dresser rummaging through Satoru's drawer and pulling out his uniforms, throwing them into the hallway as well. Ichi sneered at him as Satoru moved to their bed, eyes down cast, “so what is it you want Ichi, you don't want me to work anymore?” “Exactly,” Ichi snorted, slamming the drawer closed, “there's no reason for me and you both to work. I need you here, cleaning my house, and taking care of me.” “Why do you look so sad?” Ichi smirked as he walked over to Satoru, running a hand over a lightly bruised cheek. Satoru was frightened for a moment before lowering his head, “But what am I supposed to wear Ichi?” “I'll buy you new clothes,” Ichi cooed before turning away from him and heading out into the hallway, bending and picking up the box before heading out of their apartment, “in fact, I'll go shopping for you right now.” Satoru walked out into the hallway after the door closed, sighing before he noticed something, the second bedroom door was open. It had always been locked before, something about painful memories Ichi had, but now it was open and his curiosity was spiked. He was about to grab the handle before Ichi popped back in, smiling softly, “forgot my keys.” And Satoru's hands went behind his back as he smiled back, “oh, o-okay.”

 

Satoru coughed softly he looked at the clothes Ichi bought him, all designer brands, even the jeans were too expensive for him to believe, “Ichi this is too much.” Ichi only sneered at him before digging in his pocket and pulling out a box, smiling as he handed it to the raven haired teen. Satoru eyed it cautiously before taking it, opening it and looking inside, a blush spreading over his face, “Ichi, I can't accept this.” “Of course you can,” Ichi smirked before walking over to him, taking the silver chain out of the box and placing it around Satoru's neck, fastening it with a click, “it's a present.” Satoru smiled softly as Ichi turned him around, placing a finger under his chin and tilting his head up, “but what's all this for?” Ichi pecked him on the lips before dark eyes bored into his soul, his heart feeling like it was being squeezed, “because you're mine.”

 

May 14, 2022

Sk8er9: So how's love in the big city?

 

Satoru: Are you talking to me?

 

Sk8er9: Of course, who else would I be talking to?

 

Satoru: never mind how's your band?

 

Sk8er9: fine. But you didn't answer my question. Is Ichi still showering you with presents?

 

Satoru: More or less.

 

Sk8er9: What does that mean?

 

Satoru: It's either presents or fists nowadays.

 

Sk8er9: He hits you?

 

Satoru: It's not a big deal. He doesn't mean it. And anyway, it serves me right for being unfaithful to him. I'm telling Daisuke today that it's over.

 

Sk8er9: No big deal? Satoru, if your boyfriend is hitting you, you should leave.

 

Satoru: And what good would that do? I have no-where to go, plus, look what it did for my mom, she's not all that happy since she left my dad. Anyway, he doesn't do it often, and when he does he apologizes, it's just a misunderstanding.

 

Sk8er9: Satoru…these things only get worse, I suggest you leave.

 

“I'm coming,” Satoru mumbled as he walked toward his apartment door, relieved that Ichi had left on some sort of business trip. Daisuke smirked at him as Satoru opened the door, immediately kissing him full on the mouth, Satoru pressing his hands against his chest to push him away before failing and melting into the kiss. Daisuke let himself the rest of the way in, closing the door behind him, arching an eyebrow when Satoru pulled away, “stop…we need to talk.” Daisuke shrugged before smirking, taking off his leather jacket and dropping it on the couch, “talk then.” “Daisuke, I, we…” Satoru fumbled with the words, unable to say it, before Daisuke hugged him from behind, kissing the top of his ear, “I think we should break it off.” Satoru's eyes went wide at Daisuke's words before he turned to the red-head, who smiled down at him sweetly, “I can read minds,” joking. Satoru lowered his head, before Daisuke lifted his chin, kissing him gently, “but can I have one more taste before I hit the road?” Satoru glanced at the door before looking into Daisuke's smirking face, a blush spreading over his face, “fine, one last time.” “That's all I needed to hear,” Daisuke smirked before kissing him again, running his tongue over Satoru's bottom lip before plunging it in when soft lips parted, Satoru kissing back just as heatedly. Satoru moaned when Daisuke grabbed his ass, lifting him up onto his hips before walking toward Satoru's bedroom, breaking the kiss to close the door behind them. He moaned as he hit his mattress, both of them pulling off their clothes in haste, anxious to get what they both wanted. Satoru got to his knees as soon as he was undressed, grabbing Daisuke around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss before pulling him into the bed with him, both of them falling to the mattress. They continued to kiss as their bodies molded together, Satoru slowly rolling on top of Daisuke, moaning as he felt one of Daisuke's slick fingers slip inside of him, not even wondering when he had taken the time to lube his fingers. He rode the finger before another was added, kissing Daisuke softly as he fucked himself onto them, panting and whining as Daisuke purposely stroked his prostate, swearing we was going to bust. Satoru whimpered when the fingers left him before he starred down at Daisuke's manhood, licking his lips as Daisuke passed him the tube of opened lube he had already waiting, quickly globing it in his hands. Daisuke watched him hotly as he coated his whimpering cock, licking his lips when Satoru was finally done, kissing the raven haired teen back when he hovered over him. He watched as Satoru lowered himself, the sight of his member sinking into the boy almost making him cum on the spot, but he held it as Satoru grunted and began to ride him. Satoru threw his head back as he bobbed him self up and down on Daisuke's shaft, feeling Daisuke's hands grip his hips as he thrusted upwards into him. Blue eyes closed tightly as he bounced harder, trying to bring himself to released, Daisuke's approving grunts showing the red-head appreciation of the speed. His own member arched for attention before Daisuke grabbed it, pumping him in rhythm with his motions, a strangled cry erupting from him before he leaned forward, kissing Daisuke full on the mouth, both of them moaning together. He angled himself to strike his prostate every time before stopping, his insides tightening before he came, crying out softly. He clenched around Daisuke's ever hardening shaft, squeezing hot seed from him as the redhead came, falling forward, only to have Daisuke kiss him. He looked into Daisuke's eyes before feeling the teen harden again inside of him, a smirk crossing Daisuke's face, “now you know we're not done yet.”

 

Satoru groaned as he limped out of his bedroom, carrying his sheets into their laundry room, feeling worn out in more than one way. He yelped in pain when Daisuke passed by him slapping him on the ass, the red-head laughing at his discomfort, an unlit cigarette sticking out of his mouth. Satoru growled at him before dropping the sheets in the hamper, baggy clothes drooping off of his skinny form, wet bangs sticking to his forehead. He groaned when Daisuke snuck up behind him, the red-head sniffing his neck, “you know, nothing turns me on more than the smell of soap” Satoru elbowed him before walking off, heading into the kitchen, Daisuke laughing behind him. He watched stirring dinner as Daisuke strolled into the living room and grabbed his jacket, slipping it on, the red-head turned to him smirking, “what…you wanna go again?” “No!” Satoru growled, his face bright red as he watched Daisuke head toward his door, toeing his shoes on, “you know, even though we aren't fuckin anymore, we can still stay friends.” “I know that,” Satoru murmured before he felt lips against his cheek, his eyes going wide as he wondered how Daisuke had gotten to him so fast, turning his head into the kiss. Daisuke broke it before smirking down at him, “and if you ever wanna do it again, all you have to do is ask!” wiggling an eyebrow at him. Satoru's face turned blue before he pushed Daisuke away, sneering at him, “get the hell out of here baka.” Daisuke shrugged before heading out, his head still sticking in, “I tried!” before he was gone. Satoru starred down into the meal he was preparing for Ichi, “everything is gonna be fine from now on.”

 

Satoru smiled as he snuggled up beside Ichi, the dark eyed man glancing down at him before smirking, “what is it?” “Nothing,” Satoru mumbled into his shirt before Ichi hugged him back, kissing him on the forehead, “dinner was wonderful.” “Thank you,” Satoru giggled before he lifted his head, catching Ichi's mouth in a gentle kiss, “what was that for?” “Nothin…” Satoru whispered across his lips before Ichi pecked him softly, the taller man closing his eyes gently, “We should go out and eat tomorrow.” “I'd like that,” Satoru piped before Ichi pressed a finger to his lips, “I'm tired, go to sleep.”

 

May 30, 2022

Sk8er9: My band's next gig is Saturday, I'll write you about it.

 

Satoru: Good for you

 

Sk8er9: And You?

 

Satoru: Two whole weeks with out Daisuke, as hard as it is, and Ichi's great. It's like nothing ever happened.

 

Sk8er9: that's great I guess.

 

Satoru: watch, you'll see. Everything is gonna be easy sailing between us from now on.

 

Satoru hummed along as he watched a new music video from Gackt, smiling softly as he bobbed his head to the music before scooping a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. He smiled as he admired the singer's hair color looking at his own bangs, `Maybe I should dye my hair that color.' He scooped another spoonful into his mouth before he heard the key in his door turning, he turned to see Ichi stumble in, before smiling brightly, “hey Ichi!” “Shut the fuck up,” Ichi groaned as he slid against the door, glaring up at his little love, who just starred at him confused. “Why the heck are you even eating?” Ichi growled as he pushed himself off of the door, stumbling forward before he trudged over to Satoru, grabbing the sleeve of his T-shirt, “haven't you stuffed your mouth enough fat-ass?!” “I-Ichi?” Satoru's eyes went wide as Ichi knocked his cereal bowl from the coffee table and onto the floor, grabbing him up before throwing him down to the ground, “clean it up fat ass!” Satoru nodded as he reached for the bowl, thin fingers scooping as much of the discarded cereal as possible back into the bowl before he was yanked up by his hair. He cried out softly before a fist connected with his face, sending his sprawling to the ground, blood leaking from his nose. Satoru tries to stop the drip as he scoots away from Ichi, he isn't drunk, he can't smell alcohol, “y-you're crazy Ichi!” Ichi smirks as he nears him, grabbing his hair and lifting him until only his toes touch the ground, his head still below Ichi's “I love you.” He grabs Satoru's wrist and a blood curdling crack erupts through their apartment followed by Satoru's high pitched shriek before he drops him, kicking him sharply. Satoru falls over as he cradles his wrist, crying softly, “Ichi stop!” his voice cracking. “Shut the fuck up, don't you listen!” Ichi yells squatting as he grabs Satoru's jaw, lifting his face before slamming his head into the wall, once, then twice, before smacking him across the face. Satoru's vision blurred as Ichi grabbed his hair again, mumbling garbled words as he dragged him into their bathroom, “Now we've gotta get that food out of you.” Satoru tried to keep his mouth closed as Ichi placed his head over the ring of the toilet, before crying out when Ichi slapped him, his open mouth making way for Ichi to shove his fingers down his throat, everything he had eaten that morning coming up violently, splashing into the toilet. He sobbed as his face hovered above his vomit, before Ichi lifted his face, smearing blood and spewed cereal over his cheek with a thumb, “you're looking thinner already.” He fell like a pile of loose bones as Ichi dropped him, starring up at his lover frightened, “Ichi…why are you doing this?” “Because I love you,” He didn't even get to react as Ichi lifted him by the front of his shirt, punching and smacking him in the face repeatedly, his head snapping side to side. Soon so much blood covered his face; he couldn't tell where he was bleeding from as Ichi began hitting him everywhere else he could find. He couldn't even cry out any more as he crumpled to the white floor that were now smeared and splatterred with his blood, head moving from side to side slowly in denial, `no…this isn't happening.' Tears fell down his cheeks, making clear trails through the blood before Ichi licked his lips, his dress shirt, and knuckles coated in Satoru's blood, “you're so lovely.” He continued to shake his head as Ichi kneeled between his legs, hot pain everywhere, he didn't even noticed as Ichi yanked his shorts down over his hips, bruises already forming. “No. No. No…” he mumbled as dark splotches took his vision, not noticing his hips lifting before a pained whimper escaping his lips as Ichi entered him, blacking out.

 

“When I came home I found him there, in the bathroom,” Ichi spoke to the ambulance technician as Satoru came to, head ablaze as he was lifted onto a stretcher, head rolling side to side. Every sound blurred out as his eyes rolled back in his head, before he was carried out of his apartment and down the hallway, their neighbors all poking out of their rooms. “It hurts…” he mumbled, his mouth forming around unspoken words, and then a mask was slid over his mouth and the pain slowly faded as he fell back into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard was the sound of the ambulance and being lifted inside, `it didn't happen.'