Utena, Revolutionary Girl Fan Fiction ❯ All For You ❯ All For You ( Chapter 1 )

Title: All For You

Author: Psycho Ferret

Series: Revolutionary Girl Utena

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Saionji x Touga, implied Akio x Saionji

Warnings: Angst, non-con (for a little bit), LEMON, yaoi, obsessions with kendo and making Touga and Saionji bicker like they're high strung old maids during menopause… as well as a definite lack of kendo knowledge… and *sigh* I feel like Touga's OOC at points, which I really didn't mean to do.

Disclaimers: I do NOT own RGU, but I wish I did with a passion. Oh well. The idea for this fic was handed over to me by Firefly on Yaoi Central in that commission thread I mentioned earlier. This is the 2nd fic done for that. This is Also my first Utena fic. ANYWAY.

Author's notes: ~~…….~~ indicated thoughts

-…….- stresses a word, like italicizing

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"Everyone's so ignorant to it." The words were acidic, like a cottonmouth's poison, slithering across the table like some angered, seething villainous thing.

"-What- are you talking about -now,- Touga?" Long tresses of emerald waves fell over a broad shoulder, pooling in a lap clad in denim worn tighter than seemingly possible.

"Haven't you been -listening- to me!? Kyouichi!"

"Yes, yes, I've been listening. Is this -still- about Akio?" The tone was bored, chin settled in an elegant palm, pretty, naturally hooded eyes looking at the crimson-haired man before him. "Look, Touga, just calm down. This isn't like you." There was a teasing smirk lingering on full lips, a challenge in his eyes.

Touga paused, a frown tugging on his lips, whirling to face the other man with narrowed eyes. "You just don't get it, do you!? You're no better than the others! You'll let yourself get wrapped up in his web, just like the rest of them. I thought you were different." An angry sneer lifted the student council president's top lip, his voice at nearly a growl. "But you're just as much of an idiot as the rest."

Quick steps turned him around and stalked him off, the door behind him slamming before Saionji could even get a word in.

"What's gotten into him, lately?"

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The night was lovely, truly, inescapably lovely. The dark sky was clear, glittering with a million and more of those gentle stars winking their happy eyes at the inhabitants of Earth.

But the man stalking through the grounds of the Ohtori Academy wasn't looking at the stars, nor was he happy. He was upset, filled with a burning rage, hatred towards someone he could not hate. Sandals scuffed in the dirt path, agitations flaring with every step he took closer. He knew he would be there. He had to be.

The reed and paper door slid open with an irate clatter and the single inhabitant of the hall lifted his head, locks of reddish hair slipping over his dark blue clad shoulder, pausing in the middle of the movement he made.

"Kyouichi?" Touga straightened, looking at his green-haired friend, pale brow arched.

"You. -You.- Stay -right- there." Crimson brow stayed quirked as Saionji stalked over to the bokken rack, snatching up one of the pieces, hakama swishing about his ankles, sandals left at the entrance to the building. The pretty mess of emerald waves was pulled up swiftly into a high ponytail to keep the long tresses out of his face, the hilt of the mock sword held familiarly in his hands.

They stared straight at each other, one oddly confused about this whole thing, the other with anger coming off his being in burning waves.

"Kyouichi?" The rest of the question was interrupted by the green-haired man moving in an overhead strike, swift and skilled, like usual, though filled with an anger that would only serve to quicken his defeat. Touga shifted, enough to avoid the strike, lifting his bokken up to touch base, none too softly, against the other's chest. "Hit." His voice was soft, a faint frown on his lips. Saionji was hardly this distracted in a duel.

The red head stepped back, looking at Saionji, finding that the touch only brought more anger brimming to the surface.

"Saionji. What's gotten into you?"

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"He acts like he's so above you." The voice was soft and purring, seductive in even such a simple conversation as the one he held with Kyouichi Saionji. Chocolate lips twitched in a smirk, settled beside the smooth curve of the shell of an ear. The fair-skinned frame shivered a little, head turning just faintly. "He's proven himself to be so much more worthy, so much less troublesome."

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"Only, -you- he spoke of!" The wooden sword swung through the air with a hating flare of action, colliding with the weapon brought up to defend and parry and the duel began again, heated, much like a dance of passion, much like the waltz of two lovers. Feet turned to brace, to shove, the clattering of bamboo swords grinding against each other, the strength behind the hate fueling the battle even more.

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"But you have a firey passion within you that he does not." Lithe arms slid around a tensed body like a lover's caress. "He gives in so easily. You'll see."

"Don't touch me." The strong voice wavered, quivered in the faintest manner.

Lilac tresses slipped forward, kissing the peaches-and-cream flesh of the boy's neck in a playful manner as parted lips curved into a winning smile.

"He doesn't love you. He hates you for your weakness, for you holding him back. You clutch to him like a lost child. You want what was once there. You want what cannot be and he knows that. He tells me of you. Of how much you disgust him." Akio felt the boy's form tense again beneath his touch and he smirked, dark fingers spreading out against the bare, flat stomach, just bare inches from a more sensitive expanse of flesh.

Saionji scowled at those fingers inching closer, at the spill of accusing, despicable words flowing from the other's lips.

"He doesn't want your friendship. He keeps you around to make himself look that much better. Because he's so much better in every way." The voice softened to a lover's whisper, elegant fingers wrapping themselves around the flaccid member hanging between the kendo captain's thighs, reveling in the bitten back moan that rose in the boy's throat.

"He can fight better than you, studies better, he looks better, and," a smirk lingered on those pouty lips as he spoke, taunting the boy, pushing him forward, shamefully, onto his knees, "He screams better than you."

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"Akio?" Touga caught on quickly, parrying, staying on the defensive under the green-haired man's onslaught. "I told you not to listen to him!"

"And he told me about how much you despise me. How much you -hate- me. And you lie, you -lie- to me like I'm some toy of yours!!"

The angry, quivering words startled Touga enough to distract him and a smart blow to his shoulder numbed his fingers enough to where the bokken slipped from his fingers. "Hit. Kyouichi…"

The clatter of both mock swords filled the room, followed by the crack of the back of Saionji's hand colliding with the smooth, pale cheek of Touga's face. The red head stumbled, falling backwards, staring up at his friend with an almost innocent surprise.

"How -dare- you think of me in such a manner." Amethyst eyes narrowed darkly, burning. He didn't know why or when he did it, but he was on his knees. He wanted to shame Touga. He wanted him to hurt. He wanted him to -pay- for his lies.

The thin fabric of the kimono parted easily to long fingers and the kendo captain ignored the startled sound from Touga's lips.

~~Saionji… you shouldn't have listened to him. I can't believe you fell for it, he'll just use you. Saionji… what's gotten into you? You know better…~~

Elegant fingers tugged, tearing the hakama off his friend's waist, unsurprised to find a lack of undergarments as the kimono fell open. "It figures. God damn it… you're such a fucking -slut-, Touga. No wonder you scream better. No wonder he likes you better." A scowl tugged at Kyouichi's full lips, narrowing his eyes at the student council president.

"Everyone -always- liked you better. Always. No matter with what, it was always -you.-" Thin digits curled loosely around the redhead's neck. "I could kill you so easily… and then I wouldn't have to compete with you anymore. It wouldn't be all about Touga anymore." The redhead tensed, naturally narrow eyes widening a little at the actions. "But… I can't. No matter how stupid it is… I can't kill someone I consider to be a friend."

"Kyouichi, listen to me, then. Ignore Akio, ignore everything he says to you. He's just lying to you, he's manipulating you!"

Saionji clasped a hand over Touga's mouth, effectively stifling any other words he was going to say.

"I don't need to hear that from -you.- You're just a filthy little liar." The expanse of pale flesh that was revealed was flawless. Saionji could see why people desired Touga so much.

~~Why -I- desire him so much.~~

Marble flesh was smooth and warm, hard in all the right places, lithe. Perfect. And settled between thin thighs rested a rather impressive piece. A rather impressive, aroused piece.

"You -are- a slut. I can't believe you're enjoying this." The words were harsh, biting, and bitter.

"No! Kyouichi, I…"

"Shut up, Touga! I don't want to hear it! Not from you!"

~~I don't want you to lie to me anymore, Touga. I can't stand knowing you hate me that much, that you have to -lie- to me. I trusted you with everything and you stole it from me.~~

Pale hands, slightly calloused from hours of kendo practice, traced over the chest and abdomen of the man beneath him, grasping his member in a tight grasp. Teal eyes took it in as Touga gasped at the touches, as the red head looked at Saionji with guarded eyes.

Quick, rough strokes brought the student council president to a definite hardness, the red head struggling half-heartedly to get away. Saionji pushed his weight over the other, watching his reactions with a faint smirk on his full lips.

~~I don't want to do this to you, Touga, but it's the only way. I can't think of any other way, I just can't. I'm dirty and you hate me, I know, but I still care for you, no matter how much it hurts me to do it.~~

"I know you like it like this. You're just a filthy little whore." Saionji's voice was a growl at the other, his eyes narrowed angrily. His own hakama were shed, sliding open his kimono and rolling Touga roughly onto his side, enjoying the sound of surprise that slipped from the other's lips with an unexpected joy. One lean leg was lifted, jerked up to open the red head for his assaulter, the appendage resting against the other's shoulder.

"Wait! Kyouichi!! Don't," the president's voice was cut off by immense flashes of pain as the other man slid inside roughly, surely tearing some of the fragile muscles. Touga gasped harshly, thin fingers clenching in the cloth of the kimono splayed about him, clenching his jaw tight enough to ache later. He could feel his friend move within him and he whimpered despite himself at the flickers of pain shooting through his nerves like some kind of searing electrical charge.

But soon enough, the pain ebbed away to an ignorable level and a second sensation began to creep up on the redhead's senses. It was not an unknown feeling, he knew it very well, but he never expected it to feel like this, not with -him.- Both men's breathing quickened and grew harsh as the actions continued, Saionji thrusting in a slowly escalating rythym.

"Nn… Kyouichi," moaned Touga, reminding himself that he didn't sound like anything more than just what his friend had accused him so savagely of earlier, "more."

"Just. A dirty. Little. Whore." Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust, the movements drawing noises of pleasure from both sets of lips.

And in a blinding white second, there was release, a moment's completion. Essence spilled from both bodies, slicking Touga's stomach and his insides. For a few moments they stayed as they were, an almost comfortable silence hanging lightly between them.

"Saionji," began the redhead, though he trailed off when his friend moved, drawing out of him. He stayed on his knees his head bowed slightly as he finished calming his breath. "Saionji, I--"

Kyouichi lifted his head, only to stare as he caught sight of beads of moisture lingering at the corners of Touga's eyes. He couldn't remember ever seeing or hearing of Touga crying.

Sharp movements were made in a jerky fashion as he stood, tugging his kimono close about him and tugging on his hakama. He didn't say anything, his mind was going berserk.

~~I made him cry. Of all the people, it was -him- that I made cry.~~

Turning on his heel and starting to walk out quickly, Kyouichi ignored Touga as he called out to him. When outside, his sandals in hand, Saionji began to run, feet thumping heavily on the ground as he stumbled, his dashing frantic. The door to the room he was staying in was thrown open, crashing against the wall as he ran inside, then slammed it behind him, leaning against it heavily, sandals slipping from his numbing fingers.

"What have I done? What… in God's name… what have I done?" His voice trembled as he slid down the door, staring at his shaking hands.

Touga stared after Kyouichi for a long moment, hearing the heavy footsteps as the other began to run. "Saionji," Touga whispered softly, reaching up and wiping away the rare tears from his own cheeks. After a few moments, the redhead stood and tugged his soiled kimono close to keep the chill from getting to him. He pulled on his hakama without thinking, picking up the forgotten bokken and setting them on the rack with a soft sigh. Then he turned and stepped out, slipping on his sandals and starting numbly back to his dorm.

Unbeknownst to the pair that had formerly occupied the kendo hall, a third pair of eyes had been watching with a none-too-grim satisfaction as another wheel in his plans was slid into place.

"Everything is working as was planned," the purring voice slipped out, lilac hair pushed over a broad shoulder as the figure turned and walked, far calmer than the other two, out of the hall, a chuckle on his chocolate lips. Soon, everything would come together as he wanted it.