Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction / Spiral Fan Fiction ❯ Is This My Stop? ❯ One-Shot
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Rikka Kitty 
Ayumu takes the train home from school. Little does he know that someone wants to take advantage of him on the crowded, rush-hour train. Co-written by Koko-chan.
Kousuke x Ayumu
Anime/Manga: Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction / Spiral Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Ayumu takes the train home from school. Little does he know that someone wants to take advantage of him on the crowded, rush-hour train. Co-written by Koko-chan.
Kousuke x Ayumu
Anime/Manga: Spiral Suiri No Kizuna Fan Fiction / Spiral Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Mystery / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 11.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Asazuki Kousuke stepped onto the train, making sure to stay out of sight of his prey. Sure, Narumi Ayumu didn't know him and wouldn't recognize him if he saw him, but he knew that the brunette would recognize the catslit eyes and all they meant. Kousuke didn't want to start up his end of the testing just yet. He just wanted to have a little fun, since the Hope was so attractive.
Ayumu's thoughts, as they had been lately, were racing a mile a minute. He was still shaky from last night's encounter at Eyes Rutherford's piano recital, and as he'd told Hiyono, would have been content not to go through something like that again. Everything that had been happening lately just seemed to get stranger and stranger, with the same question forever being on his mind about who and what the Blade Children were.
The rush hour crowd on the train did little to snap him out of his thoughts, his hand curled around the pole to keep steady, as all the seats had been taken long before he boarded the train a few stops ago. He rested his forehead against the cool metal and sighed, wishing he was home already.
One thing Kousuke had to say for the insane crowding of the trains at rush hour, it made anonymity that much easier. Nobody tended to notice who was standing next to them...or behind them. Kousuke smirked and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around the slender brunette, his hands sliding under the long shirt to the place between his legs.
Ayumu jerked suddenly as someone embraced him from behind. It was one thing for someone to lose a sense of personal space on the train, but this was ridiculous. He tried to turn and give someone a piece of his mind just as the hand fell in the worst possible place. It was impossible for the brunette to think it was an accident, and for a girl to even assume... The arms around him were strong though, and he found that he couldn't quite turn. His hand tightened on the metal pole, cheeks flushing with both anger and embarrassment.
"I wouldn't make a scene if I were you," Kousuke murmured in his ear, making sure to pitch his voice a bit lower than he normally spoke with, "After all, you wouldn't want everyone on the train to notice, would you?" Kousuke's hands were clever, kneading at the sensitive flesh hidden under the faded blue denim.
This was shaping up to be a crappy week for him, or so the teen concluded, clenching his teeth. It was true, he didn't want everyone on the train to notice what was going on, nor did he want to make a scene and look like a fool for it if the stranger managed to disappear as quickly as he'd shown up. And it was even a boy...! Ayumu's cheeks flushed darker, and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Couldn't you have picked up a more willing date?" he growled, not sure if the other could hear him or not, and not really thinking it mattered either way.
"Aw, but where's the fun in that?" the boy behind him murmured, and the smirk was audible in the tone. Besides, Kousuke wasn't planning to hurt him, after all. That would come later. For now, he focused his attention on Ayumu's slowly hardening manhood.
Ayumu let out a soft curse under his breath, unable to hide the shiver that went through him. He barely touched himself that way so to have someone else do so, regardless of identity [or lack thereof] caused an unfamiliar, almost delicious tingle run through his body. The gods sure had a cruel sense of humour...but if he could survive a ticking bomb, he could survive anything, right?
Kousuke smirked to himself and quickly unfastened Ayumu's jeans, the warm slender fingers sliding inside to touch the brunette more directly.
"S-stop it!" he hissed, knuckles white now as he gripped the support, his other hand joining the first now. Once more, his head touched the cool metal, a sharp contrast to the heat in his face and the warmth that spread from his hips outward. He kept his head turned down as much as possible, his unruly hair framing his face. He didn't' want anyone to see him in case they could see his traitorous reactions in darkened honey eyes or flushed golden skin.
"Hmmm...I don't think you really want me to stop," Kousuke purred, running his nails up the underside of Ayumu's length teasingly.
"How the hell would you know?" Ayumu snapped back, trying to catch his breath. When had that started racing with his heart? It took all he had to bite back a whimper. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He couldn't make himself NOT like it...but his mind couldn't logically handle him enjoying the touch of a stranger in any way.
"Oh, there's a few hints here and there," the boy behind him snickered, and the hand squeezed gently around Ayumu's cock. His other hand moved to caress his balls, kneading almost like a cat.
It was so very strange, those sensations, and Ayumu had to gasp softly, the sound whisked away by the moving train. Yet, 'strange' had never felt so...good before. The brunette was failing to find a way to explain what it was he was feeling, which only frustrated him more as it trickled through his veins, making every nerve feel so sensitive. Absently, he marveled at how such simple touches made even the way Ayumu's clothes rubbed his skin feel good.
Kousuke was enjoying himself, savoring that little gasp that was almost lost amidst the other sounds of a crowded train. He started moving his hand over Ayumu's length, enjoying the feel of smooth skin over hardened flesh.
Another curse left trembling lips, and Ayumu tried to hold perfectly still, though the urge was there to rock back and forth with the movements. No wonder guys had a bad reputation with libido.. having a cock made that so easy. He trapped his lower lip between his teeth, feeling himself shaking and hating every minute of it. He didn't know how long he'd be able to keep still while sensation slowly burned him from the inside.
"You seem to be just plain built for pleasuring," Kousuke husked in the younger boy's ear, then nibbled along the elegant curve, finding those cute little ear cuffs too much of a temptation.
Ayumu shuddered again, feeling the warmth of the other's body now pressed against him, and he never wanted space so badly in his life. "Shut up!" he growled, though the sound was partially pleasure as even more sensation attacked him. The lips and teeth against his ear tickled, though in a way that wouldn't make a person laugh, but moan instead.
Kousuke merely chuckled, hot breath brushing over the damp skin of Ayumu's ear. The pace of his hands sped up, and the pressure of his hold tightened. Kousuke was having fun, finding out what Ayumu's limits were.
The laughter was maddening, the teen feeling like he was being played by someone who knew him better than he knew himself, and that bothered him more than anything. Even so, the way that his body reacted, the pleasure that coursed through him, they both tried to wipe away true thought, logic...anything that Ayumu might have used in his own defense. They didn't stand a chance against an onslaught such as this. And that was how he slipped, his control starting to crumble away as his hips jerked into the stranger's hand as it was heading down his shaft.
"That's right," Kousuke murmured, "move with my hands. You'll like it even more." He sped up the pace, wanting to leave Ayumu breathless.
Ayumu growled again, hating that the stranger was doing very well at manipulating him, and seemed so damn smug about it. Regardless, he was right; it did feel better to move, adding more friction to the quick pumping motion of Kousuke's hand. "God....what's wrong with me...?" he wondered to himself, shivering.
"I'd be more worried if you didn't react, actually..." Kousuke replied, his other hand leaving Ayumu's balls to instead tease at the sensitive tip.
Ayumu felt like he'd caught fire, those slightly roughened fingertips against the head making him tremble, and the first moan to escape his lips took even himself by surprise. He didn't think he could feel so much heat in his face....or even his entire body. "I'd...rather I...didn't..."
"If you didn't, you'd be a eunuch." Kousuke focused on pleasuring the younger boy, wanting to drag him over the edge. He was having more fun with this than was probably normal, but he had acknowledged that he was a sick bastard ages ago.
Ayumu made a disgusted sound that was quickly followed by another breathy moan. Ayumu was pressed up against the pole now, holding it tightly so that he wouldn't sink to his knees...which was what felt like was going to happen if he let go. By now, the pleasure had wormed its way into nearly every inch of his being, and he had nothing left to fight it with. His hips were rolling ever-so-slightly now into the other's hand, body delighting in the delicious feelings that passed through him. He was painfully hard now, and couldn't help the feeling like he didn't know what to do...how to handle the pressure that was building. He couldn't just....not on the train... The next moan was followed by a whimper as he once more ducked his head.
The other boy's hands were relentless, giving Ayumu no choice but to submit to the pleasure they gave him.
"God...!" he gasped. "Dammit...!" Very quickly, his surroundings were starting to melt away, making him forget that he was on a train, that there were other people around that probably didn't care what was happening anyway. His amber eyes fluttered closed again. It felt...so good... His hips were thrusting in time with Kousuke's hands, instinct telling him that it was the best thing to do, to lose himself in the tight heat.
Kousuke decided to add to that, moving his free hand up inside Ayumu's shirt to a nipple, pinching at it. He nibbled at those tempting ears again, watching the brunette's every response.
Ayumu's head fell back a little, his back arching in reaction to all the sensation. He was long gone now, helpless to the onslaught, submitting to the pleasure that he knew he couldn't outrun. One hand tentatively uncurled from the pole, reaching back, trying to catch a handful of hair or something. "Make it...stop..." he whimpered. His slender form writhed uncontrollably in the tight embrace of strong arms, trapped in a tide of ecstasy that had previously been foreign to him. He quite literally fucked Kousuke's hand, and he ached for things that he couldn't understand completely... like a mouth to kiss, a body to embrace... He bit his lower lip almost hard enough to break skin to keep from screaming his pleasured frustration.
"Make what stop?" Kousuke purred, his touches becoming torturously slow.
"Nnn..!" That was worse than when everything was at a fevered pace, and he felt trapped by the drastic change. "...hurts..." he whispered, but it felt like he wasn't using the right word. The pressure was intense, taking him down a dark, hot path of desire. He felt on the cusp of something that couldn't be touched, couldn't be captured, and couldn't be stopped. And the ache... "Please..!"
Kousuke chuckled against his ear, his voice deep and heated like fire-warmed velvet. "Do you want me to make you come? Is that it?" he murmured, knowing he was being evil and perfectly fine with that.
"Bastard!" Ayumu accused sharply, growling as he thrust himself into those warm, teasing fingers again. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, and he couldn't believe that he'd given in. The brunette wanted to say yes, almost found himself begging for it, the very idea dizzying.
"Hmmm?" Kousuke urged, making sure that none of his touches gave Ayumu what he needed until he asked for it.
He was going to hate himself for this for awhile to come, Ayumu knew it. And if he ever met this other boy face-to-face, he'd knock him flat on his ass without a second's thought. Even with such vengeful thoughts, he found himself licking his lips, desperate for some kind of release. "Yes..."
With that one word, Kousuke once more sped up his strokes, no longer teasing. Now everything was focused on forcing Ayumu over the edge.
Ayumu turned his head to bury his face in his sleeve, hoping to muffle the cries that he couldn't hold back. His body didn't belong to him anymore; it belonged to that stranger behind him, that played him to a fever pitch. At the very final moments, pleasure slammed into him, making tears sting the back of his eyes. He jerked forward as the climax took him, shaking uncontrollably as alternating heat and cold, pressure and relief pulled at him. He saw colours behind his eyes, and his knees started to give.
Kousuke held onto him so that he didn't fall and draw attention, holding him against his slender muscular body until the brunette could get his footing again.
Ayumu panted harshly as it passed, and he finally found he could support himself again. He still felt week and was glad not only for the post he still held, but the stranger's arms around him. "Damn you..." He felt damp, a slight sheen of perspiration on his golden skin. It was too hot in here now...too many people... he was sleepy...
Once Ayumu was steady, Kousuke pulled back his hold and melted instantly into the crowd. He was very good at vanishing among people, and so long as he kept his eyes turned away, Ayumu wouldn't have a reason to focus on him.
The brunette quietly grumbled unkind things as he shifted and carefully made sure his clothes were refastened and straightened. His hands still shook and he wondered if he could just forget the whole thing had ever happened. Logic told him it would be burned into his memory for awhile... He considered walking home after the next stop. In fact, he just might consider walking for the next month...
Ayumu's thoughts, as they had been lately, were racing a mile a minute. He was still shaky from last night's encounter at Eyes Rutherford's piano recital, and as he'd told Hiyono, would have been content not to go through something like that again. Everything that had been happening lately just seemed to get stranger and stranger, with the same question forever being on his mind about who and what the Blade Children were.
The rush hour crowd on the train did little to snap him out of his thoughts, his hand curled around the pole to keep steady, as all the seats had been taken long before he boarded the train a few stops ago. He rested his forehead against the cool metal and sighed, wishing he was home already.
One thing Kousuke had to say for the insane crowding of the trains at rush hour, it made anonymity that much easier. Nobody tended to notice who was standing next to them...or behind them. Kousuke smirked and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around the slender brunette, his hands sliding under the long shirt to the place between his legs.
Ayumu jerked suddenly as someone embraced him from behind. It was one thing for someone to lose a sense of personal space on the train, but this was ridiculous. He tried to turn and give someone a piece of his mind just as the hand fell in the worst possible place. It was impossible for the brunette to think it was an accident, and for a girl to even assume... The arms around him were strong though, and he found that he couldn't quite turn. His hand tightened on the metal pole, cheeks flushing with both anger and embarrassment.
"I wouldn't make a scene if I were you," Kousuke murmured in his ear, making sure to pitch his voice a bit lower than he normally spoke with, "After all, you wouldn't want everyone on the train to notice, would you?" Kousuke's hands were clever, kneading at the sensitive flesh hidden under the faded blue denim.
This was shaping up to be a crappy week for him, or so the teen concluded, clenching his teeth. It was true, he didn't want everyone on the train to notice what was going on, nor did he want to make a scene and look like a fool for it if the stranger managed to disappear as quickly as he'd shown up. And it was even a boy...! Ayumu's cheeks flushed darker, and he squeezed his eyes shut. "Couldn't you have picked up a more willing date?" he growled, not sure if the other could hear him or not, and not really thinking it mattered either way.
"Aw, but where's the fun in that?" the boy behind him murmured, and the smirk was audible in the tone. Besides, Kousuke wasn't planning to hurt him, after all. That would come later. For now, he focused his attention on Ayumu's slowly hardening manhood.
Ayumu let out a soft curse under his breath, unable to hide the shiver that went through him. He barely touched himself that way so to have someone else do so, regardless of identity [or lack thereof] caused an unfamiliar, almost delicious tingle run through his body. The gods sure had a cruel sense of humour...but if he could survive a ticking bomb, he could survive anything, right?
Kousuke smirked to himself and quickly unfastened Ayumu's jeans, the warm slender fingers sliding inside to touch the brunette more directly.
"S-stop it!" he hissed, knuckles white now as he gripped the support, his other hand joining the first now. Once more, his head touched the cool metal, a sharp contrast to the heat in his face and the warmth that spread from his hips outward. He kept his head turned down as much as possible, his unruly hair framing his face. He didn't' want anyone to see him in case they could see his traitorous reactions in darkened honey eyes or flushed golden skin.
"Hmmm...I don't think you really want me to stop," Kousuke purred, running his nails up the underside of Ayumu's length teasingly.
"How the hell would you know?" Ayumu snapped back, trying to catch his breath. When had that started racing with his heart? It took all he had to bite back a whimper. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He couldn't make himself NOT like it...but his mind couldn't logically handle him enjoying the touch of a stranger in any way.
"Oh, there's a few hints here and there," the boy behind him snickered, and the hand squeezed gently around Ayumu's cock. His other hand moved to caress his balls, kneading almost like a cat.
It was so very strange, those sensations, and Ayumu had to gasp softly, the sound whisked away by the moving train. Yet, 'strange' had never felt so...good before. The brunette was failing to find a way to explain what it was he was feeling, which only frustrated him more as it trickled through his veins, making every nerve feel so sensitive. Absently, he marveled at how such simple touches made even the way Ayumu's clothes rubbed his skin feel good.
Kousuke was enjoying himself, savoring that little gasp that was almost lost amidst the other sounds of a crowded train. He started moving his hand over Ayumu's length, enjoying the feel of smooth skin over hardened flesh.
Another curse left trembling lips, and Ayumu tried to hold perfectly still, though the urge was there to rock back and forth with the movements. No wonder guys had a bad reputation with libido.. having a cock made that so easy. He trapped his lower lip between his teeth, feeling himself shaking and hating every minute of it. He didn't know how long he'd be able to keep still while sensation slowly burned him from the inside.
"You seem to be just plain built for pleasuring," Kousuke husked in the younger boy's ear, then nibbled along the elegant curve, finding those cute little ear cuffs too much of a temptation.
Ayumu shuddered again, feeling the warmth of the other's body now pressed against him, and he never wanted space so badly in his life. "Shut up!" he growled, though the sound was partially pleasure as even more sensation attacked him. The lips and teeth against his ear tickled, though in a way that wouldn't make a person laugh, but moan instead.
Kousuke merely chuckled, hot breath brushing over the damp skin of Ayumu's ear. The pace of his hands sped up, and the pressure of his hold tightened. Kousuke was having fun, finding out what Ayumu's limits were.
The laughter was maddening, the teen feeling like he was being played by someone who knew him better than he knew himself, and that bothered him more than anything. Even so, the way that his body reacted, the pleasure that coursed through him, they both tried to wipe away true thought, logic...anything that Ayumu might have used in his own defense. They didn't stand a chance against an onslaught such as this. And that was how he slipped, his control starting to crumble away as his hips jerked into the stranger's hand as it was heading down his shaft.
"That's right," Kousuke murmured, "move with my hands. You'll like it even more." He sped up the pace, wanting to leave Ayumu breathless.
Ayumu growled again, hating that the stranger was doing very well at manipulating him, and seemed so damn smug about it. Regardless, he was right; it did feel better to move, adding more friction to the quick pumping motion of Kousuke's hand. "God....what's wrong with me...?" he wondered to himself, shivering.
"I'd be more worried if you didn't react, actually..." Kousuke replied, his other hand leaving Ayumu's balls to instead tease at the sensitive tip.
Ayumu felt like he'd caught fire, those slightly roughened fingertips against the head making him tremble, and the first moan to escape his lips took even himself by surprise. He didn't think he could feel so much heat in his face....or even his entire body. "I'd...rather I...didn't..."
"If you didn't, you'd be a eunuch." Kousuke focused on pleasuring the younger boy, wanting to drag him over the edge. He was having more fun with this than was probably normal, but he had acknowledged that he was a sick bastard ages ago.
Ayumu made a disgusted sound that was quickly followed by another breathy moan. Ayumu was pressed up against the pole now, holding it tightly so that he wouldn't sink to his knees...which was what felt like was going to happen if he let go. By now, the pleasure had wormed its way into nearly every inch of his being, and he had nothing left to fight it with. His hips were rolling ever-so-slightly now into the other's hand, body delighting in the delicious feelings that passed through him. He was painfully hard now, and couldn't help the feeling like he didn't know what to do...how to handle the pressure that was building. He couldn't just....not on the train... The next moan was followed by a whimper as he once more ducked his head.
The other boy's hands were relentless, giving Ayumu no choice but to submit to the pleasure they gave him.
"God...!" he gasped. "Dammit...!" Very quickly, his surroundings were starting to melt away, making him forget that he was on a train, that there were other people around that probably didn't care what was happening anyway. His amber eyes fluttered closed again. It felt...so good... His hips were thrusting in time with Kousuke's hands, instinct telling him that it was the best thing to do, to lose himself in the tight heat.
Kousuke decided to add to that, moving his free hand up inside Ayumu's shirt to a nipple, pinching at it. He nibbled at those tempting ears again, watching the brunette's every response.
Ayumu's head fell back a little, his back arching in reaction to all the sensation. He was long gone now, helpless to the onslaught, submitting to the pleasure that he knew he couldn't outrun. One hand tentatively uncurled from the pole, reaching back, trying to catch a handful of hair or something. "Make it...stop..." he whimpered. His slender form writhed uncontrollably in the tight embrace of strong arms, trapped in a tide of ecstasy that had previously been foreign to him. He quite literally fucked Kousuke's hand, and he ached for things that he couldn't understand completely... like a mouth to kiss, a body to embrace... He bit his lower lip almost hard enough to break skin to keep from screaming his pleasured frustration.
"Make what stop?" Kousuke purred, his touches becoming torturously slow.
"Nnn..!" That was worse than when everything was at a fevered pace, and he felt trapped by the drastic change. "...hurts..." he whispered, but it felt like he wasn't using the right word. The pressure was intense, taking him down a dark, hot path of desire. He felt on the cusp of something that couldn't be touched, couldn't be captured, and couldn't be stopped. And the ache... "Please..!"
Kousuke chuckled against his ear, his voice deep and heated like fire-warmed velvet. "Do you want me to make you come? Is that it?" he murmured, knowing he was being evil and perfectly fine with that.
"Bastard!" Ayumu accused sharply, growling as he thrust himself into those warm, teasing fingers again. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, and he couldn't believe that he'd given in. The brunette wanted to say yes, almost found himself begging for it, the very idea dizzying.
"Hmmm?" Kousuke urged, making sure that none of his touches gave Ayumu what he needed until he asked for it.
He was going to hate himself for this for awhile to come, Ayumu knew it. And if he ever met this other boy face-to-face, he'd knock him flat on his ass without a second's thought. Even with such vengeful thoughts, he found himself licking his lips, desperate for some kind of release. "Yes..."
With that one word, Kousuke once more sped up his strokes, no longer teasing. Now everything was focused on forcing Ayumu over the edge.
Ayumu turned his head to bury his face in his sleeve, hoping to muffle the cries that he couldn't hold back. His body didn't belong to him anymore; it belonged to that stranger behind him, that played him to a fever pitch. At the very final moments, pleasure slammed into him, making tears sting the back of his eyes. He jerked forward as the climax took him, shaking uncontrollably as alternating heat and cold, pressure and relief pulled at him. He saw colours behind his eyes, and his knees started to give.
Kousuke held onto him so that he didn't fall and draw attention, holding him against his slender muscular body until the brunette could get his footing again.
Ayumu panted harshly as it passed, and he finally found he could support himself again. He still felt week and was glad not only for the post he still held, but the stranger's arms around him. "Damn you..." He felt damp, a slight sheen of perspiration on his golden skin. It was too hot in here now...too many people... he was sleepy...
Once Ayumu was steady, Kousuke pulled back his hold and melted instantly into the crowd. He was very good at vanishing among people, and so long as he kept his eyes turned away, Ayumu wouldn't have a reason to focus on him.
The brunette quietly grumbled unkind things as he shifted and carefully made sure his clothes were refastened and straightened. His hands still shook and he wondered if he could just forget the whole thing had ever happened. Logic told him it would be burned into his memory for awhile... He considered walking home after the next stop. In fact, he just might consider walking for the next month...