Heya~

WARNING: This one gets pretty violent and is a bit rapey, so if that is a sensitive issue for you please don't read! Also, you may not like Rin very much by the end of it. Just kinda depends…

Slam!

Nitori was abruptly awakened by the loud, violent slamming of his dorm room door. He leaped up, his heart bouncing in his chest and his eyes bleary. From his bunk he could see Rin's form in darkness briskly pacing around the room.

"M-matsuoka- senpai?" Nitori whispered, worried. He often fell asleep before his roommate, but it had never been a problem. For Rin to just barge in loudly, completely disregarding his sleeping roommate…Nitori knew Rin could be a little inconsiderate but this time it seemed odd. Something was wrong.

Rin's head snapped up at the younger boy, his hair flinging sharply around his face. Then he grunted, looked down and slammed his hand onto the supporting beams of their bed causing the apparatus to shake and squeak.

"Gah!" Nitori wailed, grasping his mattress for support. Yes...something was very wrong. Did talking with the Captain not go very well? What could he have possibly said?

His thoughts were interrupted by another fist slamming into the bedframe. And then another and another- Rin thrusted toward and back, and then started hitting the walls and grunting painfully. His body convulsed with rage, and he arrowed back towards his desk, swiping the contents onto the ground. In the dim light of their bedroom, Nitori could make out the blood covering Rin's knuckles, and spewing his fingers. He watched in shock as his roommate and idol tore apart their room.

Heaving with anger and spite, his mouth frozen in a sad, painful grimace and his muscles tensing and releasing with each swing and tug Rin threw his belongings against the walls, kicked over the chairs and flung the contents of his bed every which way. Frightened and full of pity, Nitori watched silently. His blue eyes glimmered with the beginnings of tears as Rin finally began to calm down.

The older boy ended up leaning over his mattress, which had been stripped of sheets and pulled halfway off his bedframe, his maroon locks hiding his face and his back heaving up and down with fitful breaths.

Nitori slowly climbed down from his bunk, the hair on his legs and arms standing straight up as he examined the disaster around him.

"Matsuoka-senpai…" Nitori whispered softly, gently reaching over to place a slender hand on Rin's shaking shoulder. But the second his hand made contact, the shoulder was thrusted back away from him and an angry, sweating face peered at him through the darkness. Nitori swallowed, backing up against the wall.

"What the fuck is it you want from me?" he sneered, his sharp teeth glistening behind his lips.

Nitori shuttered, confused. "W-ha….senpai….I don't want anything-"

Rin interrupted, standing straight up and looming over his kohai. "I know you want something, just tell me what it is!"

Flabbergasted, the younger boy just blinked, his mind desperately searching for words but instead his throat just dried up and all he could see was this moment: Rin's hateful eyes glaring at him, his belongings tossed about the room, his heartbeat pounding and burning in his ears.

"Fucking say it!" Rin stepped closer, closing the gap between them, "What do you want? It's always 'Senpai' this and 'Senpai' that- what's it all for? What are you expecting of me?'

"I…" the light haired boy faltered, pushing as hard as he could against the wall and glancing away from his staring eyes. "I-I'm sorry…I wasn't expecting…I just…I don't know!" He cursed himself mentally, for he was unable to gather his thoughts and answer the question. He knew Rin was wrong- he hadn't expected anything. He knew what he wanted to say but his mind wasn't coherent enough to form it into words quite yet.

"You won't answer me, huh…" Rin answered his voice low and raspy- almost sad. They stood there in silence for a bit, the air tense and awkward. Both of them trembled at the presence of the other, sweat trickling down their backs.

Then, suddenly, Rin lunged forward, one hand clawing into grey hair and pulling it back while the other lifted and swung down, making abrupt contact with soft, pale skin.

Slap!

"Hng!" Nitori gasped, his hands instinctively clasping onto the hand pulling his hair and hot little stings spreading across his cheek. Before he could regain his sense, the hand came swinging down again- this time harder and causing spit to spurt from the younger boys mouth and dribble down his chin.

"He…p-please, I-!" Nitori gasped as a third slap crashed into his face, the old stings dulling into the fresh ones, each pulse of his heart sending a new sharp pain to the right side of his face. Rin's other hand squeezed and pulled down even harder, yanking the thin, soft hair until some strands started to pop out. Nitori's knees buckled, and his hands still yanked at Rin's arm, desperate for release from his grasp.

Finally, Rin jerked the hand away from his hair and then used both his arms to shove the smaller boy aside, away from the wall and into a toppled over chair. Nitori whimpered, curling into a ball on the floor and shaking. Matsuoka-senpai…why is he so angry with him? I just want to calm him down…I just want him to be happy…what should I do?

From above, Rin reared back and kicked his foot into Nitori's gut- but the other boy grabbed at the leg and pushed it away before the full force could hit it. In a split second, the atmosphere of their room intensified greatly- the defiance seemingly causing something to snap within Rin. His movements quickened, and his leg started kicking into Nitori with violent hatred. It hit his arms, legs, stomach and face until Nitori could no longer resist the strikes and just laid there underneath him.

Seeing he'd given up fighting back, the kicks slowed to a stop. Nitori swallowed the blood in his mouth and lifted his head slowly to look up at Rin. His face, though still beaming with a mad sort of confusion and pain, seemed somewhat relieved. Does hitting me…make senpai feel better?

Then…

Nitori closed his eyes tightly and tensed his body, waiting obediently for the next strike.

Then, he can hit me if he needs to. If it makes him feel better…he can hit me.

Hands reached around his shoulders and lifted him up, setting him back against the turned over chair. Nitori opened his eyes and saw Rin, leaning down onto his knees and pulling their faces close together. The hands clasped tightly around his shoulders, as if afraid he would try to run away.

Nitori was mesmerized. Inches away, Rin's face hovered before him- beads of salty sweat streaming from his forehead, and tiny sharp teeth peeking out from behind tan lips. His breath blew out onto his skin and goose bumps crawled up his back in response.

Rin pulled even closer, his eyes staring directly into the younger boy's with a trembling sort of passion. Their lips touched ever so slightly, as if about to kiss. But they didn't fully meet- instead, Rin ever so lightly dragged his across Nitori's, causing the light haired boy to gasp and tense up. The large hands then relaxed from his shoulders and slid down to tightly clasp each of Nitori's wrists.

While his mouth still lightly teased across skin, Rin's hands swiftly yanked up Nitori's arms over their heads and held them there. Nitori's back arched from the movement, and a little squeak escaped from his mouth. His fingers twitched with excitement and fear.

The lips moved down from his mouth and slowly danced up to his ear, then slowly down his neck. Rin's tongue slipped out, leaving an icy trail behind. When his mouth had reached the dip of Nitori's collarbone, which hung out seductively from his large nightshirt, Rin bared his teeth and bit down, leaving a vicious mark and drawing blood.

"S-senpai!" Nitori shuttered, his eyes widening. It was too much for him to process- one moment he was being beaten and the next moment he was being teased. It was as if his greatest desire- to be loved my Matsuoka, had been torn from him and crushed, and then immediately allowed to blossom. His heart and sank and then fluttered upwards in a cycle and his nipples hardened beneath his shirt as Rin continued to torture and bite his neck.

With quick movements, Rin reached down and slid the other's boy's t-shirt up and over his head. Nitori gasped and attempted to bring his arms down to cover himself, but Rin immediately replaced his grasp on his pale wrists and kept them up in the air above them. The entire time, Rin's mouth still worked around Nitori's neck and face- coming every so close to actually kissing him on the lips but never actually doing so.

Nitori ached beneath him- desparate for the kiss. After all this time- his hoping and fantasizing, here they were. So close- and yet, Rin seemed determined to kiss every part of his face but his lips.

When Rin's head dipped down and started exploring his freshly exposed chest and stomach, Nitori felt a twitch grow within shorts. He buckled, writhing against the chair behind him, blushing. He squeezed his legs together, praying silently that Rin wouldn't notice his blooming erection. He fought to control the feelings of pleasure rushing throw his blood and to his crotch as Rin bit down, released and skimmed his skin with his pink tongue. He resorted to holding his breath, trying to force his mind to concentrate on other feelings- until he felt Rin's hands once more sliding down his arms.

The fondled his chest, and pinched at his nipples in passing- only driving the younger boy deeper into madness. The hands then trickled down towards his shorts, grabbing onto the waistband and tugging downwards.

Instinctively, Nitori reached down and pushed the hands away, gasping and gazing at Rin with a blushing, desperate expression. "Matsuoka-senpai," he gasped, smiling and glancing downwards, "I'm sorry, but I'm not ready…"

Nitori wasn't sure what he expected in response, but a growl and another slap on the face wasn't it. He gasped, and gazed outwards, sadness furrowing his eyebrows together. Angry, blood smeared fingers grabbed into his shoulders, and Rin met him with a stare that said it all- but he spoke anyways.

"I thought this was what you wanted."

Nitori trembled at the sound of the other boy's voice, and responded slowly with a low voice, "I do want this- I've... always wanted you. But, not like this."

The older boy looked at him with shock, then- for a moment- seemed ashamed and glared downwards before shoving himself forward and locking their lips together.

His tongue seeped into the other's mouth, exploring and ravenous. Nitori couldn't help but shudder in response and kiss him back, the passion building between them, their breaths quick and wet as they moved their mouths together. Hands reached out and explored- Rin's ending up on either side of Nitori's face, and Nitori's ending up curled around Rin's back, clasping bits of his t-shirt between his fingers. They pulsed in and out of each other's mouths, and the rising within Nitori was uncontrollable now. He could feel the precum seeping out of his erection and burning hotly against his boxers. He felt a hand reach down rest atop the impression he was making against his shorts. It twitched at the touch, and Nitori quickly pushed away once more.

"W-wait, this really is going too far-"

But Rin just silenced him with kisses, his hand refusing to move from the younger boy's erection. It pressed against it hard, and then slid up the short's leg rest atop his boxers. Again, Nitori struggled, turning his head away and trying to speak- but Rin's other hand took the opportunity to shove into his mouth, nearly choking him as the long fingers spread down his throat. Nitori gagged and struggled, saliva dripping from his mouth onto his chest. Rin leaned over and licked up the liquid, causing Nitori's penis to twitch once more under Rin's hand.

"Ga—pl—ers..R-rin –gerhg!" the word gurgled from his mouth in protest, his arms desperately pushing at Rin's chest, but in his current position was unable to move him at all. Rin continued to press forward, digging his fingers down Nitori's throat while his other hand began to pull down his shorts once more. Legs kicked and shuffled beneath them, but his time Rin was successful in getting them down below the knees. Once the shorts were down, he quickly moved to do the same with the boxers, and Nitori cried out in muffled, gurgling protest.

As the boxers came down, Nitori's hardened, pink penis flung outwards, growing even stiffer in the open air. It twitched and trembled, damp and glistening. A sliver of white liquid peaked from the opening deliciously. For a moment, they both seemed to freeze in time. Nitori, ashamed and blushing, his breathing stifled with embarrassment and Rin looking hungry and desperate- maybe even slightly shocked by the beauty of what was presented before him.

Then, in a split second, the moment was over, and everything started to rush rapidly once more. Rin pounced on Nitori, replacing his fingers with his tongue down Nitori's throat, and using his wet hand to grab onto his length, pulsing up and down. Nitori jolted- the feeling of someone else's hand- no the feeling of Matsuoka Rin's perfect hand- clenching down and pumping him was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Pleasure rose in his stomach and curdled within him, rocking underneath his diaphragm and causing his thighs to tense. His toes curled from the unstoppable pleasure, and he felt as if he was melting into Rin's hands and mouth. In a moment of clarity, he managed to speak between wet kisses, his voice sounding weak.

"No more than this…o-okay?"

Rin responded by pumping faster, causing Nitori's leg to literally shake underneath him. His muscles tensed themselves, his body heating and his insides convulsing. He could still feel the lingering swollenness from Rin's kicks and slaps, the still-forming bruises stinging as blood rushed to throughout his body. He could feel his pleasure rising, shaking down and then picking up and up until it reached an intolerable peak and busted forth from him, squirting tacky, white cum onto Rin's bloodied hand.

Before Nitori could regain his composure from the most intense climax he'd ever experienced, Rin flung him over, leaning his stomach over one of the legs on the over turned chair. Nitori, shocked, swung back and held his hands over his opening, ashamed and shy. "Wait, please let's not go any farther!"

His protest was rebutted with a grunt and strong hands swatting his away. The hands violently grabbed into his ass and pushed his cheeks apart, pushing Nitori to lean more over the chair leg. He reached forward to catch his weight on the opposite chair leg, his face tensing with fear as he felt lips and a tongue against his opening. He clenched his fingers around the wood, praying for the embarrassment to end. He felt so dirty and unclean- having someone he respected and desired so much kissing him there of all places. He flinched as the tongue jutted between the tight skin, and fingers dug deeper into the plump skin of his backside.

Not like this, not like this, not like this! Nitori chanted in his head, tears forming in his eyes as his ass hole was stretched and slightly nipped at by sharp teeth. Everything was happening agonizingly fast- Rin's movements themselves seemed rushed and rapid- as if time was running out for them both.

Not like this, not like this, not like this!

The sound of a zipper and pants being pulled down caused Nitori to physically jump. He twisted around once more, the tears now streaming down his cheeks.

"Not like this! Not like this!"

But he was met only with another slap- the hardest one he had yet to receive. Blood trickled from his pink mouth and down his chin, mixing in with his tears and sweat. Shocked and scared, Nitori allowed himself to be turned back around and bent over the sideways chair once more.

With no fingering or lube- just Rin's own lingering saliva- the head of the older boy's erection was pressed toward the small opening with a driving force. Nitori's ass whole reluctantly sucked him in, slowly stretching and forming around his penis until it was almost completely slid in. Nitori gasped and cried out, puke rising from his stomach and settling in his mouth. A fiery pain seared from his backside, spreading outwards and upwards as his pulse intensified within the area. His hands clung to the wooden leg before him, squeezing down as if that would somehow relieve the pain. His tears poured out steadily from his large, fearful blue eyes as he stared out into dark mess of their room hopelessly.

Rin moved forward ever so slightly more, finally completely submerging himself within his kohai's warm, wet hole. The pain started up anew, and sent Nitori to a dark place as his mouth gaped open desperate for something worthwhile to say. Just when the grey haired boy thought he really couldn't take anymore, he heard what he'd been dreaming about hearing for almost a year.

"I-I love you, Nitori."

I love you, Nitori. His eyes brightened with hope and light once more, and his pain subsided beneath the stronger feelings of desire, pleasure and love. Nitori had never thought the day would ever come when the Matsuoka Rin confessed his love to him. Of all the times Rin had showed him any affection at all- none of them mattered more than this moment.

With his declaration, Rin began to move. His hands clasped around the bony parts of Nitori's hips to give him better leverage, and with a pace too already faster than what would have been expected, Rin reared back and slammed into Nitori.

"Hng! Ah!" Nitori moaned, still shocked from the older boy's words. After a few pumps, it all finally set in and Nitori began to sob violently as his ass was continually filled and unfilled with Rin's hard, pulsing cock. The sound of skin slamming skin rang in both of their ears. Clap, clap, clap, clap.

The pace quickened, Rin nearly sliding his penis completely out of Nitori before shoving it roughly back inside, the pink skin spreading sweetly and welcoming it back inside. Nitori's back arched toward the floor as his chest heaved with sobs and snot, sweat, blood and tears dripped down the front of his face. He felt so happy and so taken advantage of all at once- and the realization of how similar both feelings felt within him caused him such an inner turmoil that the thrusting of Rin's cock inside him started to feel more like the swinging of a pendulum blade falling towards his neck.

He gurgled and spit, audibly wailing and sighing as his roommate pounded into him increasingly roughly. Rin grunted and grabbed tighter at Nitori's hips- the sound of his sobs only causing his erection to grow more intense inside the other boy. His could feel his sack boiling and tightening and the pleasure he was feeling sparked from one end of his cock to the other, and shot straight into his stomach. His ab muscles tightened and squeezed against the pleasure, forcing his climax into being. Copious amounts of steaming hot cum shot so far into Nitori that he thought it would come out through his mouth.

Rin pulled out completely for the final time, and Nitori felt the boy shrinking back away from him. He slowed leaned back of the chair, reaching with a trembling hand towards his shirt which had been discarded beside them. He used the fabric to wipe his face slowly.

Everything was so quiet Nitori hardly knew what to do. He shyly turned his head- and almost gasped at what he saw.

Rin had crawled back and leaned onto the bed- and was silently crying with what seemed like the saddest tears anyone could ever possess. They slid from his eyes in large pebbles and dripped down his skin with a hateful sort of grace. His shoulders heaved in the complete silence of utter defeat and humiliation. Rin's eyes were dull and slick, staring down towards the pit of self-hatred itself.

Nitori wiped his eyes, and crawled towards his roommate- his lover- and rested his naked body within the boys open arms. Rin seemed wrapped his arms around the other boy, holding him tightly.

Nitori closed his eyes and rested his head against Rin's chest.

"All I ever wanted from you was to see you happy. That's what I wanted. That's what I expect, Matsuoka-senpai." He cooed, his voice soft and sweet. "If I can see you be happy, then that's enough. Because I love you too."

Thanks for reading!

I'm going to be honest, I don't proofread before I post things so please forgive spelling and grammar errors!

Let me know if you have prompts for these two, because I can't get enough of them. I'm planning on writing a Reigisa one soon too. *trickles off pervertedly*