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Mitsuya told them not to snoop, told them that it’s impolite to invade their friend’s privacy when he finally allowed them to see his place, but it’s hard to control a bunch of hard-headed delinquents with a personality as big as a continent each. He would have a much better success at herding a group of wild wolves.
“I bet it’s porn,” Baji, the ringleader, says.
Mitsuya doesn’t bother to tell them that Draken wouldn’t keep porn unless it’s for a friend or a gift. The collective excited ‘ooh’ tells him his effort would be in vain.
“We’re literally in a brothel,” he opts to say, rolling his eyes.
“Don’t spoil the fun, Mitsuya,” Mikey says, pointing a thick finger at him. “What are you, a teacher?”
This is why none of them gets a passing grade. At least it would have been a little saving grace.
Baji pops the CD they found at the bottom of Draken’s bed into the DVD player. While waiting for it to load, they all find places to sit on the floor, including Mitsuya who’s sandwiched between Mikey and Baji. It reeks of teenage boys in this room.
The video starts with a full screen of Draken’s nose holes and chin. Eurgh.
“That’s fucking gross,” Mikey says and throws a piece of his dorayaki to the TV like the unloved child he is.
“Man, this is boring,” Baji groans as the camera shows Draken slowly taking a step back, adjusting the angle to show his bed before he sits down on it. “This is just a home video. He’s gonna talk about motorbikes, I know he will.”
Except, Draken doesn’t say anything. He looks to his right, where the sound of the shower running comes from.
Smiley catches on to this. “Who’s showering?”
Oh shit.
“Oh shit!” Pah exclaims with a grin. “It’s homemade porn!”
They sit on the implication of that for a while before exploding into a storm of screaming and motions.
“Turn it off! Turn it off!” Chifuyu screams.
“We don’t need to see this!” Kazutora says, face faintly green.
“Ew! Ew! Ew!” Mikey makes the ugliest face known to man. “Ken-chin is nasty!”
Mitsuya sighs deeply. Weren’t they betting on it to be porn? Well, they got it right.
Baji’s about to press the open button of the DVD when Mikey shouts again, “Wait!”
They all turn to the screen. Someone else has entered the screen, towel wrapped around their waist, wet hair and droplets of water running down their back. Their head isn’t visible, cut off just a little below their shoulders. Slender body, and, uh, a generous ass under a thin waist.
Mikey’s eyes are narrowed. “Why does this person look familiar?”
Horrifyingly, Kazutora says the first thing that comes into everyone’s mind. “What if that’s Emma?”
Mitsuya is going to cry.
It’s not Emma, because Draken naughtily (ugh) undoes the person’s towel to reveal a lovely pear-shaped ass and a giggle too deep to be Emma’s comes from the TV.
“I don’t think we should watch this,” he tries to do damage control. Too late.Draken is now kissing his partner’s stomach and he could have gone his entire life without seeing that. Where the fuck is he, anyway? The vending machine can’t be that far.
“No, wait.” Mikey is determined to see this train wreck through.
“Why’d you wear a towel when we’re going to be naked anyway?” Screen-Draken says. Which is quite possibly the worst thing Mitsuya could have ever heard from his friend.
“It feels weird to walk around like that.”
…
Mitsuya feels a small part of his soul dies. Right there and then. No way.
“No fucking way,” Baji whispers.
Chifuyu laughs nervously. “That can’t be right.”
Mikey has gone still like a statue.
“You’re kidding,” Pah says, gaping like a fish.
“Holy shit,” Smiley sums up.
Draken pulls the person to sit in his lap, and yeah, that’s Hanagaki Takemichi, alright, in all his blond glory dwarfed by the other man’s figure.
Mikey looks lost. “Ken-chin and Takemitchy?”
Mitsuya sympathizes with the confusion. Mikey truly had no idea, then. He can’t imagine how it feels to suddenly find out your best friends had a relationship like this behind your back, and to have it revealed in this way.
“Hey,” he says, gently this time. “Let’s turn this off. We’re invading their privacy.”
On-screen, their friends have started kissing. This is wrong. Mitsuya should stand up and get the job done himself, but he’s glued to the floor and his eyes to the screen just like the rest of his friends. The angle makes it impossible to see what they’re doing, but the noises are quite descriptive. And Draken’s hand on the back of Takemichi’s head. And his other hand on his thigh. And Takemichi’s currently naked state.
Fuck. This is really happening. Draken, their vice commander, their friend, Mikey’s best friend, has been sleeping with sweet, crybaby Takemichi behind their back. How long has this been going on? Long enough, apparently, because this is not their first time. Not with how confident they are touching each other.
Draken whispers something into Takemichi’s ear, intimate and too low for the camera to pick up. They finally get their first look of Takemichi as he turns around. Wide blue eyes and a flush on his cheeks, across his nose. Mitsuya feels a tightness in his chest at the sight.
He doesn’t want to watch this.
They’re all waiting for someone to pluck the courage to turn off the DVD, but the longer they go on without somebody standing up, the less chances they have to pretend they’re not curious. They’re all really going to watch this.
“Draken and Takemitchy, huh?” Pah-chin breaks the delicate silence. “Never thought a big guy like Draken would be into someone like him, but surprises are unexpected, after all.”
“That’s prejudiced,” Kazutora accuses.
Draken has taken off his shirt and he has Takemichi’s head tilted back so he can kiss his neck, collarbones, shoulders. Everywhere he can reach with their size difference.
“Hey, don’t get me wrong,” Pah defends. “I thought Draken’s married to his bike. Didn’t think crybaby, high-maintenance Takemitchy’s his type.”
Mitsuya wonders if Pah realizes Draken’s not the only one whose type is Takemichi. In this room alone, he can name at least four of them who are murderously jealous of Draken right now, including himself.
Mikey hasn’t said anything.
“We don’t know if they’re dating!” Chifuyu bristles.
All of them look at Chifuyu, incredulous. On-screen, Takemitchy is kissing down Draken’s torso while Draken’s looking at him adoringly.
Smiley snickers. “Yeah. That’s what friends do.”
Something in the lovely curve of Takemichi’s back, his inviting ass, is setting Mitsuya aflame from the inside out. His crush slides down to sit between Draken’s spread legs. Even knowing what’s to come, his heart missed a beat at the sound of a zipper being pulled down. Without wasting any time, Takemichi is bobbing his head up and down. The noises are so loud in the silent room and Mitsuya is miserably, humiliatingly, aroused by them.
Baji is breathing loudly, eyes wide and transfixed to the screen. Chifuyu seems like he’s stopped breathing altogether. They still haven’t seen anything explicit, only suggestive positions and pornographic noises so far.
“This angle is annoying,” Smiley grouches. “Can’t see shit.”
“Well, I for one, don’t wanna see my two friends getting it on,” Pah says, standing up. “I’m leaving.”
Once the door closes behind Pah, the silence is only broken by on-screen Draken’s groan. “Takemitchy,” he says, and Mitsuya feels a chilling fear at the look on Mikey’s face. “Come up here.”
Mitsuya knows they’ve gone way past the joking excuse. They are in an uncharted territory now. Draken can walk through that door anytime and he won’t have anything to say to defend himself. The same goes for any of them. The delicate balance they have maintained between themselves has been irrevocably destroyed the second Takemichi entered the picture.
Because Draken has been going behind their back.
Sure, there wasn’t a verbal agreement. But they’ve known each other long enough to understand this, right? So either Draken is sneakier than they thought, or Takemichi himself came offering. If it’s the latter… well, Mitsuya can forgive him. After all, who can refuse Takemichi?
Draken has lost his shirt sometime during his musing. They look appealing together, Mitsuya begrudgingly has to admit. Takemichi’s skin looks golden against the pale shade of Draken’s body and their sheer size difference is the stuff of wet dreams. He consciously touches his own bicep. Maybe he should work out more.
Draken lies down, Takemichi hovering on four over him and all of a sudden the room suddenly feels like a boiler. Oh god. That ass. That -
”Dude, are you seriously hard?!”
Chifuyu is looking at Kazutora with disgust. Kazutora looks mortally embarrassed.
To be fair, only the dead and blind can look at that sight and not get aroused. And then it gets worse. Draken rubs at the nub between Takemichi’s ass cheeks. “You’re so soft here,” he whispers. “I can just slide in, can’t I?”
Mitsuya crumples. He’s never seen one, but he’s pretty sure this is on par with dialogues in a porn film. How is Draken not embarrassed?!
“Holy shit,” Baji whispers.
Draken tells Takemichi to grab the lube and the condom, and the sight of his fingers inside Takemichi’s hole is another challenge by itself. This angle, their position, it shows everything. Explicit and so fucking dirty. This is a sex tape with no other intention.
“Please,” Takemichi is begging.
Draken is a better man than Mitsuya is, because he would have lost his mind in that instant. Draken does not. He asks, “ What is it, baby?” Like he does not have the star of everyone’s wet dream in his arms begging to be fucked.
“Please, I need you.”
Chifuyu whimpers. Mitsuya reckons he’s hiding his erection when he pulls his legs to his chest. He can feel himself pulsing inside his own pants.
“How do you want me, baby? On your back? On your knees? Or should I go ahead and fuck you against the wall?”
Friendship be damned. Brotherhood be damned. Mitsuya would kill Draken to be in his place right now. To be able to say those things to Takemichi and know with certainty that he can make any of them come true. To know that Takemichi welcomes his touches and wants them.
“Please, I just need you inside me.”
Mitsuya averts his eyes, fists clenched on his sides. What he wouldn’t give to have Takemichi looking at him like that and begging him. Why does it have to be Draken? How did it happen to be Draken? How did they all miss this? It’s all so maddening.
But no matter how angry he is, he knows he can’t compare to Mikey. Mikey’s bond with Draken is deeper than with the rest of them and his attraction to Takemichi runs hotter than a simple infatuation. He dares to take a glance. Mikey does not look angry. Small mercies, then. No, he looks intrigued, staring at the screen like he’s trying to commit everything to memory.
On screen, Draken has Takemichi spread in his lap like a feast. Despite himself, Mitsuya is drawn to the sight of Takemichi’s hole clenching around Draken’s cock. Fuck. How can he take that big thing in his tiny body like it’s nothing? It almost looks painful, but Takemichi shows no discomfort. Instead, he’s looking at the camera with his pretty eyes glazed over and mouth hanging open. The sight of him will stay with Mitsuya and follow him to his dreams.
Draken bounces him on his cock like a fucking doll. Up and down easily like Takemichi weighs nothing more than one of the weights he keeps around in his room.
“Is the camera turning you on?” Draken asks. “Who are you gonna show the video to? I know a couple of people who would pay a fortune for a copy. They’d shit themselves if they know how filthy you are, Takemitchy.”
Takemichi moans like the sweetest songbird. Mitsuya’s erection is fully awake now. He feels ashamed but one quick look around the room tells him he’s not the only one. Even Baji, the notoriously least sex-inclined among them, is wide=eyed and looking at the screen like he’s just had a revelation.
Huh. Make that five people, then.
“I’m not gonna show it to anyone,” Takemichi protests with his best effort while being manhandled like a doll.
It dawns on everyone in the room that Takemichi is most definitely the one who suggested this. The realization has them hot under the collar - and somewhere else.
“Nobody?” Draken asks. “Not even Chifuyu?”
Chifuyu jolts
“Hoh~?” Smiley drawls, his smile dangerous.
Takemichi’s face looks like a deer caught in a headlight. It’s enough to convince them that he did have Chifuyu in mind. Mitsuya once again aches with jealousy. Chifuyu’s cheeks are peppered with red, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.
“You want someone to find this video later, ” Draken continues. He sounds a little angrier. “You want someone to see how much of a slut you are.”
Takemichi comes instantly, gasping, whimpering, but Draken doesn’t pause. Not for a moment. He keeps fucking Takemichi even when the boy begs him to stop. Mitsuya understands why. Takemichi’s words do not match his face. He looks completely fucked out, like he’s having the time of his life. How much does he like to be fucked, Mitsuya wonders, if he wants to endure this for the sake of it?
Draken is merciless. He pushes Takemichi to lay on his back, then slides right back in with Takemichi’s left leg hiked up on his shoulder. Without wasting time, he fucks in and out again. Takemichi, poor boy, looks to be on the verge of passing out. Draken does not play fair. “Does it feel good, Takemitchy?” He whispers, brushing away sticky blond hair from Takemichi’s forehead. “My cock making you feel good?”
Kazutora is fondling himself through his pants, mesmerized by the video that he forgets he has company. He can’t look away from Takemichi’s face, from the taut lines of his body and his pretty, pretty moans. He’s more erotic than anything he’s ever seen in his dirty magazines.
Draken grants Takemichi a reprieve, leaning in to kiss him filthily before resuming a brutal pace that has him stifling his moans into the pillow, biting it almost painfully.
Mikey clicks his tongue.
“I won’t let anyone see you like this!” Draken suddenly snarls. “They can look and try all they want, but you’re mine!”
Takemichi looks at him like he hung the moon and the stars for him.
“You’re mine, aren’t you, Takemitchy?” Draken isn’t done. “You want my cock and nobody else’s? I’m the only one who can make you feel this good. Nobody can fuck you like this. We’re made for each other.”
Draken understands then, that he’s not the only one with designs upon Takemichi. Mitsuya wants to punch him, but that would make him a hypocrite. He knows, faced with the same tempting offer, he would have made the same decision. Maybe even worse. He knows he’s not a greater man than Draken.
Takemichi agrees and begs, like he cannot fathom the thought of another man than Draken.
Draken grins, satisfied. “My pretty, pretty slut.”
Mitsuya closes his eyes just in time to avoid looking at Takemichi as he comes, thrashing on the bed and mouth hanging open in a voiceless scream.
“That’s it,” Draken whispers. “Remember how this cock makes you feel, and realize nobody can make you feel the same.”
Possessive bastard, right on top of sneaky bastard.
“Fuck!” Takemichi curses. “Draken-kun!”
The video ends there abruptly.
Silence dawns in the room, the occupants reeling from what they’ve just watched. The silence is broken by Baji’s soft, “Fuck.”
Fuck is right.