Yaoi Fanart by Minjanna

Author: Dragon
Rating: NC-17
Series: Warriors Orochi
Setting: Alternate universe, present day, high school
Pairing: Orochi x Kotaru Fuuma

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“What the-?!”

Kotaru Fuuma was not someone who let himself getting pushed around. In fact, he was a feared bully at Sengoku High and also a member of street gang – the Snake Eyes. Being suddenly grabbed from behind, thrown against the wall and then forcefully shut up was not something he was used to.

Strong hands, with a grip like steel, held his wrists to the side of his head and then there was suddenly a knee between his legs, rubbing against his bulge. Gasping in surprise at the bold move, his mouth was promptly infiltrated by a tongue, the lips pressed against his swallowing every sound.

Despite the complete befuddlement he felt he somehow managed to actually recognize who the fuck thought he could just fuck with him like that and actually froze up. What the hell was HE doing HERE?! The mismatched green and red eyes with pupils slit like a snakes easily allowed the identification of the gang’s leader. When a hand groped his ass, he finally managed to rip his head to the side.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” he hissed quietly, trying not to draw attention to them. For heaven’s sake, they were in the middle of a corridor!

“I missed you?” the other grinned devilishly and kept pushing his knee against the other, who could only grit his teeth in an attempt to suppress any sounds. “And you just happen to be skipping class again, aren’t you?”

A shiver run down his spine as the older and taller one nipped against his ear. Bloody asshole!

“Oi! Stop that! How did you get in here anyway? You aren’t a student here, nor do you look like one!”

“Just walked in. No one saw me or tried to stop me.”, the white haired youth smirked, before grabbing the head and forcing another kiss. And what a kiss it was. It left the younger of the two breathless and head swimming. “But I suppose this is not the proper location to have some fun without disturbance, ne?”

Without waiting he threw the youth over his shoulder, making Kotaru have a sense of déjà-vu.

“What the?! Put me down! I’m not going anywhere with you!” Slowly but surely he was starting to stop caring about whether or not he was heard. The last time he’d been dragged away like this, the other had given him quite a hard spanking as punishment for hurting his little brother. He’d wanted to have sex too, but he’d successfully fended the other off and dashed off.

But not without the other promising that if he didn’t come back on his own soon, he’d hunt his ass down himself. One of the reasons why he’d made certain only to be around the gang when Orochi was absent.

“I’m not one of your fucking bitches, put me down! – HEY! Where are you touching?!” While one arm had held him secure to the other’s shoulder and pinned his legs against the muscular chest, the other just now had started sliding up the inside of his tight and then fondled his bottom again, purposefully also rubbing over his balls.

“I told you, Kotaru Fuuma. Your sweet ass is mine and since you didn’t seem to be able to find your way back to me, I’m now going to take what’s mine.”

The voice was dark, slightly husky and so fucking sensual the younger almost moaned. Almost. He wouldn’t get himself fucked like that. He wasn’t a bottom! Before he could voice his protest, his world was suddenly twisted and he hit some surface – hard. With the air knocked out of him, he just barely heard the sound of a door locking, but when he felt his captor sit down next to him, he promptly bolted away.

Or tried to at least. Rolling to the side would usually work – but only when he wasn’t placed on some sort of bed. Kissing the ground had not been his intention, nor had the strange spark shooting through him been planned as he heard a soft chuckle behind him. Scrambling to his feet he planned to get some distance between them, but he was grabbed by the belt and pulled back, the force catapulting him right into the other’s lap. He actually found heat raising into his cheeks when he felt the hard bulge against his ass.

“You look so cute in this school uniform of yours…” came the soft whisper into his ear.

His neck hair rose and he tried to raise, but his wrists were already captured again and Orochi was currently happily nipping along the side of his neck.

“Stop that, you idiot!”

No answer.

“I’m serious! I’m going to quit the gang if you don’t stop this nonsense. Got live out your sick fantasies with one of your fangirls! I’m not interested in becoming your fuck-toy!”

Now that at least seemed to get the other’s attention. Something that sounded like an angry snarl resonated near his ear and then he was grabbed and thrown again. His hands were finally free as he managed to get his face out of some dusty pillow coughing, but the relief was short-lived as he felt two hands swiftly undoing his belt. Pissed he twisted around, his leg coming down onto the other in a high arch, ready to knock the fucker – that couldn’t take ‘No’ for an answer – out cold.

There was a strange sound and Kotaru’s mouth felt open in surprise. No one had been able to block one of his kicks before. He took pride in his trained body and had been pretty much undefeated in one-on-one’s so far. “Urghs! OW!” His long red hair had always been one of his weaknesses – one that he had been well aware off, but unwilling to get rid of.

“The way you wiggle and struggle is quite charming, but I’m kind of sick of it right now. We both know what we want and even thought you are unwilling to admit it, I refuse to let you get out of this again and then tease me mercilessly again by wiggling that ass before me again.”

He was pushed down onto the mattress by the strong grip in his hair, then his wrists were brought up, even as he attempted to kick with his feet behind himself. He actually felt him connect once, along with a soft grunt of the other, but it still didn’t help to prevent his wrists getting bound to a steel bar at the head of the bed with his own belt. The redhead was about to let out another insult when, suddenly a hand was clasped over his lips.

“Now, now… If you cry out now and someone would hear you, what would they think if they found you like this?” whispered the deep voice against his ear, causing him to freeze.

No way was he going to live this down if word of it spread! The hand went away again and Kotaru glared hotly at his assailant.

“You bloody asshole.”, he hissed out. Unless he didn’t get free FAST he’d really end up at the bottom of the other.

“Heh… How can you say that at me with that face, when you’re this turned on already?”

A surprised gasp escaped the ‘victim’ as a hand suddenly cupped his bulge, softly massaging him and making him arch his back. What the? When? Wild thoughts rushed through his mind, but one among stood out loud above the others: When the hell had he gotten turned on? And why?! This was so not his style…

Orochi seemed to have different opinion and happily kept kneading the hard flesh, while using his other hand to slip oven the buttons holding the white shirt of the uniform together. Only when it feel open did he brush his calloused fingers softly over the flesh. Shivers were wracking his body under the experienced touch, but he still refused to give in, refused to accept that this was happening. Biting his lip he tried to keep in the sounds, his eyes squeezed shut in a desperate attempt to ignore what the other was doing to him.

“GH!” A long tongue with a piercing was licking over his neck, just underneath his hair, the high collar having been pushed back as the other had tugged jacket and shirt down with his teeth. Kotaru felt and heard the zipper of his pants slowly being pulled down, the sensation of the metal lightly brushing downwards on the underside his erection was almost do much. Jerking backwards in reflex, he unintentionally pushed his ass right against the other’s erection. His eyes snapped open as the other’s hold onto him tightened, a yelp escaping him as his nipple was pinched a bit too hard, yet at the same time he felt himself shiver as he heard the groan resonate next to his ear, the breath brushing over the wet skin, causing neck hair to rise.

“Damn it, Kotaru,” the other hissed against his back, “If you keep that up I won’t be able to control myself any longer.”

A flush crawled onto his cheeks upon that admission. Something really must be wrong with him. His sight blurred and his head hit the mattress underneath them as his cock was suddenly stroked, his mouth falling open to let out the most embarrassing sounds, but he couldn’t help it anymore. Even thought he felt a light twinge of fear shooting through him as the older started grinding against his ass in time with the movement of his hand.

It might have been his mind playing tricks on him, but for a few moments he was sure to feel the other’s heat through the layers of cloth separating them.

Then all touch was gone.

Just as he was about to turn his head to figure out what the other one was up to next, a sudden breeze hit his privates and he realized the other had just pulled pants and underwear down in one go.
They were now bundled up around his knees, his swollen cock hanging proudly in the air. With embarrassment he noticed the white substance at its tip, before hurriedly squeezing his eyes shut as if that would change anything.

Again he jerked when something brushed over the very tip and snapped his eyes open. His mouth hung open, eyes wide in disbelieve as he watched the other suck some cum from his finger. HIS cum to be exact.

“You like that?” The voice snapped him out of his trance to face Orochi’s curious smirk. “Maybe if you are a good boy I’ll reward you with a blowjob later,” he promised, his eyes sparkling.

Kotaru found himself unable to protest and choose to avoid the other’s gaze instead. Or tried too. Again he found himself at the mercy of his gang’s leader. This one had captured his chin and leaned over him, tilling and twisting his head to steal another kiss from him. He couldn’t help the soft moan emerging from his throat, muffled by the other’s lips while his mouth was taken over by the long tongue.
The cold metal of the piercing actually added extra sensuality to the experience. A moment later their lips parted with a soundly smack as he jerked his head away, moan halfway escaping.

“You’ve got quite sensitive nipples… Ever thought of having them pierced?” muttered Orochi, enjoying himself as he shifted his weight to assault both flesh nubs at once, which made Kotaru once more bite his lips. “Oh fuck… You look really hot like that… I just want to ravish you over and over again until all you can say is my name…”

Before he could react to this in any way, his nipple was pinched again and he groaned. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! How could he be reduced to something like this?! His pride still refused to let this happen, but…
Something cold trickled between his cheeks, making him contract his muscles on reflex.

“You are so cute at times, Kotaru,” Orochi drawled, pulling his face from the pillows. “Just look at you all flushed and bothered…” A kiss to his cheek followed. “Don’t worry… I have no intentions of hurting you.”

“Much.” The word was followed by a sound spank to his ass, making the youth yelp.

“You are too noisy. Here, something to keep you quiet.” Two fingers were inside his mouth before he could shut it and promptly captured his tongue between them, playing with it. “Suck.”

A spark like electricity shoot through him at the command. Another spank landed on his ass, the other side this time. “Don’t make me tell you again.” Gentle sounding, yet with a certain force behind it, that promised nothing good if he attempted to resist.

“You are hot like this… even more than usual… I’ll make certain I’m the only one who’ll ever see you like this…”

A strange gasp escaped him as suddenly there was a finger running along his crack, smearing the thick liquid around. Before he could do much more than twitch in surprise, it suddenly was all the way inside him. His eyes were wide, but he felt even stranger as it didn’t hurt.

“Told ya I wouldn’t hurt you much,” Orochi smirked above him. “This is a special stuff I got just for you. It has a relaxing effect… and helps feeling good a bit faster…”

A second finger quickly joined the first, making him reflexively bite down on the fingers, but the other didn’t seem to mind much.

The sensation of the two digits inside him moving in and out and wiggling around, stretching and stroking his walls was weird. And pleasant. His body seemed attuned to the other’s touch by now and responded accordingly. A third finger almost sent him over the edge. Apparently the other had noticed this too as he pulled completely out a few moments later.

“Seems like you are all ready.”

Another slap onto his ass followed, then the fingers in his mouth started moving again. Was he? Yes! He was indeed fingerfucking his mouth! That bastard! Having no other means to extract revenge but this, he bit down again – harder this time.

“GH?!” He supposed it was a good thing his mouth was currently stuffed, cause he certainly would have attracted attention now, that Orochi had thrust himself up to the hilt in one go.

“Nhn… Just… as tight… as I thought… you’d be…”, the older gasped, apparently struggling with self-control. “You don’t usually… let anyone in here,… ne?… That’s why… you were so…. against this… at the start…”

Only a gurgling sound left from his mouth as the other started trusting in and out of him with rapid and deep trusts, that caused an explosion of pleasure each time he got all the way in. Kotaru didn’t even have time to actually respond, as his orgasm suddenly slammed over him like a huge wave at the beach collapsing on top of him.

***

When he regained conscious, he found himself staring blankly at a room he didn’t knew, before blinking a couple of times and suddenly tensing and looking down. There was a rather muscular arm wrapped around his middle and he was completely naked, thought a blanked was covering him from the hip downwards. Fury shoot through him and his eyebrows darkly drew together as he glanced over his shoulder.
The peaceful, relaxed expression of the other and the open white hair did catch him off-guard thought. Again he felt flustered and whipped his head to the side with some sort of grumbling.

He needed to get out of here right now.

Carefully he slid out from the arm and planted his feet on the ground. As he pushed up, he just barely managed to keep from crashing to the ground by grabbing the bedside table. His knees felt weak for a few more minutes, before he managed to stand without help. A moment later he felt something… running down the inside of his tights. Looking down he paled, then blushed.

That ASSHOLE!!!

Reminding himself just how strong the other was, he choose not to push his luck at the moment. Where the hell were his pants? His brows furrowed in concentration as he scanned the room. How had they gotten out of school and here anyway? If the other had carried him out butt-naked he WOULD kill him. Or die trying.

“What is going on in that pretty head of yours now?”

Arms locked around his middle before he even had the chance to froze up, a hard rod sliding between his cheeks as if it belonged there.

“What the fuck?! You gotta be kidding?!”

“I can’t help it. Waking up and seeing you slightly bent over with my cum running down your tights… Any healthy man would feel tempted… And with your hair down you look even more delicious to eat…” the other muttered with a slightly sleepy voice, while his lips were already nipping along his neck.

“No way! You had your fun! Now give me back my pants and let’s forget all about it!”, Kotaru tried to talk some sense into the other man, pushing against his chest, which only made the other hold on tighter.

“Forget?… I have no intention about forgetting, ‘Taru…,” mumbled the other. “Or letting YOU forget… You are mine now…” With a devilish grin the other suddenly lifted the other up and whirled around, dropping the redhead back onto the bed and on his knees.

Unwilling to let this happen to him again the student rolled onto his back, unknowingly doing just as the other had hoped. Finding his arms once more pinned down above his head with just one holding his wrists together, the younger one just wondered WHAT the other was to possess such strength. As he was penetrated again, those thoughts were quickly scattered. Only something cold slipping over his cock and tightening at its base quickly ripped him back to the present.

A cock ring.

“I’ll enjoy your pleasure filled cries and face until you agree to be my boyfriend,” grinned Orochi, before he started slowly rolling his hips against the other.

They were in for a long night after all.

END