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it’s evening and the totsuki school festival is underway. students and the general public alike crowd the different streets and avenues, sampling all the various delicacies they had to offer.
hayama akira, on the other hand, is a little preoccupied. which he blames entirely on his boyfriend.
currently, akira finds himself inside one of the many uninhabited classrooms that are a testament to the bustling business going on outside. maybe he should be participating a little bit more, given that he is the fourth seat of the totsuki elite ten and ryou is the fifth, but his current…. position right now doesn’t really give him that chance.
ryou has him pinned against the wall with a leg shoved roughly between his thighs and a strong hand keeping his wrists in place above his head. damn ryou and his stupid strength.
akira was not, and he means not, a weak person. but to the raging predator that is ryou, it seems anyone becomes submissive, including himself.
“don’t hold back aki, i wanna hear you.” the low growl coming from the raven-haired man in front of him sends a shiver down akira’s spine. “wanna see how loud i can get you to be? maybe even people outside’ll hear just how much the great hayama akira bends to my will.”
an electrifying jolt pierces akira from the words because though he’d never admit it (like many other things about ryou), even he can’t dispute the capacity ryou had to render him almost powerless sometimes.
akira bites back a moan as ryou descends harshly at his neck, alternating between fiery bites and soothing tongue, but the effort is only wasted when the leg in between his own begins to move.
the struggle to keep quiet is lost as ryou grinds his knee roughly upwards and akira can’t hold back the moan that escapes him this time. “that’s it. more, i want to hear more of that.”
“f-fuck you.” akira barely manages to squeeze out, the jarring pleasure draining all thoughts of escape or decency, leaving him a bit of a mess, despite how hard he tries not to be otherwise.
the almost menacing grin he gets in response only further proves how far gone he is because just from that, there is a shock of ecstasy that floods him. “mm i never pegged you to be that public of a person, aki, but if my prince wills it, of course i can make it come true.” this is punctuated by a firm grab at his ass, forcing akira to thrust forward, rubbing directly against ryou’s own hard-on, and the low groan he gets in return makes akira throb.
well, at least he isn't the only one. he probably would have, probably should have, fought a bit more but now ryou’s lips are on his, claiming them, asserting dominance. only to ryou, only in the dark and the secluded, did akira even think about submitting.
lord knows how it would have progressed if it weren’t for the higher-pitched moan that echoes through the empty classroom just then, followed by what sounds like a hiccup, as if someone had abruptly shut their mouth.
it is too late now though. both ryou and akira stop, calming their beating hearts, trying not to freak out about the fact that someone else was in the room with them. akira doesn’t want to turn on the lights, wants nothing more than to grab ryou’s hand and run out of there, maybe find somewhere much much more private to go.
but ryou, being ryou, no doubt wants to find out who had interrupted them because no sooner has the thought occurred to akira to run then the lights are switched on by his boyfriend (how’d he manage to find it in the dark?) causing akira to squint at the sudden barrage of light.
when there are no longer spots dancing in front of his eyes, akira finally gets a glimpse at the people who are with them and he almost chokes. a quick side-glance at ryou shows that the other boy is just as shocked.
the culprits are none other than their competitor and good friend yukihira souma and his boyfriend, their fellow classmate, takumi aldini. the two stare back and there’s an awkward standstill as the four boys can’t seem to muster up anything to say.
“sou- souma, f-fuck hold on.” takumi is always so vocal and the prettiest red flush always adorns his face at every kiss, every whispered praise and every touch. it’s one of the things souma loves to see most.
“you say hold on, and yet you’re making such pretty sounds. i don’t know about you but that doesn’t sound very convincing.” the grin on souma’s face combines with the hazy lust in his golden eyes and only serves to cloud takumi’s head with souma, souma, souma.
“u-unfair. you’re unfai- ah!” souma now has his hand inside takumi’s pants and with skillful fingers, touches him just so, in that perfect way he’s mastered when it comes to takumi, one that never fails to have takumi’s legs quivering.
they’re inside an empty classroom while their school festival happens just outside and where any teacher or student could just walk in and find them in such a compromising situation ㅡ not to mention souma was the first seat of the elite ten and takumi himself was the seventh ㅡ and yet, yet takumi can’t seem to care. to hell with modesty because the way souma makes him feel is addicting, like a drug, near impossible to try and stop, and only leaves him wanting more.
he can feel that souma is just as hard, can feel the redhead’s length pressing against him and to return the favor, he grinds his leg as best as he can, drawing a hiss of pleasure out of his boyfriend.
they are then suddenly cut short by the quick open and shut of the classroom door, which causes both boys to immediately freeze.
but whoever comes in doesn’t seem to even notice they’re there, too preoccupied with their own escapade. takumi can hear gravelly whispers, moans and heavy breaths intermingling.
the voices have a certain intonation and sound…. almost familiar, but before takumi can ponder it further, souma is clapping a hand across takumi’s mouth, bringing his other finger to his lips in a silent shushing motion.
and as suddenly as it stopped, souma resumes in touching takumi and it’s all the blond can do not to cry out from how sensitive everything is right now. not to mention there are two other people in the room and yet souma is merely continuing like they’re still alone.
still, though he’d never admit it for fear he’d never live it down, the other pairs’ moans plus the fact that they could easily just figure out what else is happening in the room sends a rush of adrenaline and ecstasy through takumi, a shiver of pleasure that’s only heightened by the deft way souma is working him.
takumi thinks he’s doing pretty good at keeping quiet. at least until souma removes the hand from his mouth and without warning, slips his hand up takumi’s shirt and tweaks a nipple, followed by a rough tug.
the sudden jolt of pleasure adds to the constant pace souma has set in stroking takumi and he can’t help it; he whines.
he cuts it short, realizing with sinking dread what he had just done. however, the other sounds have stopped as well and before takumi can curse himself for being so careless, the light is switched on and it’s almost like staring directly into the sun.
it takes some time to adjust to the light but when it does, takumi realizes belatedly that at least souma had already removed his hand from his pants. the two turn towards who had turned on the lights and it’s… well… awkward.
standing not too far from them are kurokiba ryou and hayama akira, looking just as frazzled and shocked as takumi knows he most likely looks too.
silence reigns supreme, each side not knowing exactly what to say; until it is broken by souma. “well well, looks like you guys had the same idea.”
takumi still has no clue how souma never seems to be bothered by anything, always ready with a clever quip or retort for whatever the situation. but oddly enough, he can’t seem to be as mortified as he probably should be ㅡ especially since it was his moan that got them noticed in the first place ㅡ a fact that he contributes to the grounding arm souma has fastened around his waist.
“what are the chances we’d end up in the same room as you two?” akira replies back, following souma’s lead to slowly getting over the awkward situation. ryou, bandanna off and back to his usual lethargic self, laces his fingers with akira, regarding the other two through garnet eyes.
“i know right?!” souma chuckles. he fucking chuckles. “of all the rooms at totsuki, and we ended up in the same one. and no doubt with the same idea.”
the words souma says sink in a second too late and takumi can feel his face heat up in under a second and he buries his face in souma’s shoulder, unwilling to let ryou and akira see him like this. “are you an idiot?” takumi asks though he doesn’t quite know why and even then, he doesn’t raise his head.
souma chuckles again, softer this time, and it seems he forgets about their company for a bit because takumi can feel him press his lips to the crown of his head, planting a kiss on soft, golden locks. “you really are cute when you blush.”
as if that was supposed to make it better. “shut the fuck up, now is not the time!” his boyfriend only laughs in that infuriating way of his before turning back to the other pair. “well,” he hears souma start. “this was nice and awkward but i don’t think four members of the elite ten should be gone from the festival so you guys can have the room. takumi? let’s go?” the boy in question raises his head and nods.
souma intertwines their fingers and pulls takumi along, flashing a smile to ryou and akira. “enjoy, you two~” takumi only hurriedly bows, so as not to be rude.
just as they walk out they hear, “don’t tell us what to do.”
souma only laughs.
ryou and akira stare at each other for a bit, a little speechless; a common reaction to the whirlwind that is yukihira souma. they should be used to it at this point but... it was souma.
“you wanna just go somewhere else?” ryou asks.
“yes please.”
“great, let’s go. also, i’m going to kill yukihira when we see him next.”
akira shakes his head, not bothering to comment that the other two had probably been there first, and with a smile, drags his boyfriend along, the click of the classroom door echoing behind them in the empty hallway.
needless to say, takumi wakes up the next morning sated and in a bed not his own, yet just as familiar.
he watches souma sleep for a bit, his red hair fanned out around his face like a crimson halo, his breathing even and steady. the adoration that fills his chest chokes him up a bit. he bends down and places a kiss on his boyfriend’s forehead.
souma stirs awake at that, a sleepy smile coming to his face when he sees takumi. “good morning gorgeous.” the lower, sleep-drenched register of his voice is probably number one on takumi’s list of favorite things to hear. “good morning yukihira.”
“oh?” souma sits up, raising one eyebrow. “are we on last name terms again, aldini? are you still mad about yesterday?” souma straddles takumi, gently pushing the other down until he’s lying on the bed, encaged in between souma’s propped up arms.
takumi grins and laces his fingers behind his boyfriend’s neck, feeling the silky red strands brush his hands. “yeah, pretty pissed. it was your fault after all, you kept on going!”
he gets a shit-eating smirk by way of a reply. “admit it, you liked it didn’t you? you liked the thrill of just anyone finding out what we were doing.”
takumi mock-glares up at his boyfriend, choosing to ignore the heat that rushes to his face. “don’t lump me in with you.”
“ooh, we are feisty today aren’t we?” souma smiles tenderly nonetheless and plants kisses all over takumi’s face, gradually going lower and lower to his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his-
“room 303! it’s time for breakfast!” yoshino yuki’s telltale voice comes through the communication pipes polar star dormitory has, startling the two boys.
“fucking-"
“maybe later.” takumi cuts him short with a teasing smile.
“oh shut up.” souma swats at him before getting up to get dressed.
once finished, the pair walk down the stairs to the usual polar star chaos. except for the fact that there’s something slightly… unusual about it this time. the reason for this becomes clear once souma and takumi peek through the entryway of the mess hall.
the usually chaotic dorm has become even more chaotic and crowded because for some reason, all of their friends had been invited to breakfast at polar star.
“takumi-cchi! were you here the whole night?” yuki’s voice is as cheery as ever, seemingly bordering on clueless, but the glint in her eye states otherwise. takumi really really hopes he isn’t blushing. “uh y-yeah. sorry for the intrusion.”
“why are you apologizing? you’re always welcome here, right yukihira?”
souma smiles and nods. “right.”
“nii-chan, did you sleep well?” isami asks as souma and takumi approach the empty seat next to him. “yeah, i did. did you?”
“yup! good morning souma-kun.” takumi’s younger brother smiles and gestures for his brother and souma to sit.
“good morning isami!”
takumi doesn’t know how he hadn’t noticed it before but once he sits down and looks in front of him, his heart jumps to his throat in surprise. sitting directly in front of him and souma are ryou and akira and suddenly takumi has flashbacks to yesterday and he’s left having to take deep breaths to keep the blush that he just knows is coming from his face. (no matter how aware he is of the fact that he flushes easily, he can’t seem to get rid of it, much to takumi’s frustration.)
some luck they had.
souma, as usual, seems to have no issues. “oi, hayama, kurokiba! how are you guys doing?” even without looking, takumi can hear the laugh in his voice and he kicks him under the table, eliciting a yelp and a glare from souma.
“perfect, just fine honestly.” ryou deadpans, eyes unblinking. akira looks up from his food and inclines his head politely to takumi, who returns the favor, before turning to souma with a barely-there grin. “how about you? how are you doing?”
souma only matches his inquiry with a thousand megawatt smile. “great as ever. got some real good sleep.” he then turns to takumi and winks and takumi rolls his eyes, silently hoping the ground opens up and swallows him.
when he faces forward again, ryou is staring at him but just before it borders on uncomfortable, he says, “how do you do it aldini?”
takumi cocks his head slightly to the side. “do… what?”
“deal with yukihira.” it breaks the tension, at least on takumi’s part, and he laughs in reply. this time it’s his turn to grin at souma who’s glaring at ryou. “i could ask the same of hayama honestly. at least i have emotion.”
“what was that, asshole?”
“you heard me.”
“okay okay, both of you chill!” akira has to stand up, with his arms out to placate the two who would sooner leap at each other’s throats. a sigh comes from the boy with the emerald eyes. “for people who get along fairly well, you guys fight all the damn time.”
takumi grabs souma’s wrist to assist akira and the redhead sits down but not without sticking out his tongue at ryou who then looks utterly baffled ㅡ as much as ryou can, anyway ㅡ at the childish action.
despite himself, takumi finds himself smiling at his boyfriend. yeah, he was an idiot. basically most of the time. but he was, and is, takumi’s idiot.
breakfast officially starts not too long after and chatter flies up and circles the air as people flit around conversing.
at some point, takumi finds himself without souma for a bit as his boyfriend, ever the extravert, is going around as well. the only people still sitting down with him are ryou and akira.
there’s silence between the three for a bit and takumi doesn’t mean for it to be awkward, he genuinely likes the two guys, but he can’t think of anything at all to say. he begins to think it may just drag on into a more drawn out silence until akira speaks up.
“how does yukihira treat you, aldini-san?”
the question takes him aback. “please, call me takumi. and,” the blond glances at his boyfriend, who is laughing along with mito ikumi and tadokoro megumi, and another smile finds its way onto his face, almost unbidden.
he turns back to the pair. “he treats me very well.” he can’t seem to keep the smile from his face so he decides to just give in. “he always makes sure i have everything i need, no matter what it is, he’s always putting me first. sometimes, i do feel kind of bad though. i feel like i don’t do enough for him but he never seems to think that’s an issue.”
he gasps suddenly at the realization that he’s said more than needed and the other two probably didn’t really want the excess information. “oh um, shit, i know that’s kind of weird and personal, sorry about that.”
“nah, it wasn’t. it’s good to hear yukihira treats you well.” akira states, a gentle smile on his face now too.
“yeah, besides, he’d be a dumbass if he didn’t. you’re too good for him.” ryou chimes in but despite his regular monotone, there’s no actual insult behind the comment, just an amused quip.
regardless of the awkward atmosphere before, takumi can feel himself loosening up around the two and he laughs at that. “yeah, huh? i really am.”
“you really are what?” souma suddenly appears by his side again, startling takumi who jumps and clutches his heart. “shit, souma! don’t fucking scare me like that!”
“aww taku, i’m sorry. i sometimes forget you scare so easily.” he wraps takumi up in a tight embrace, grinning from ear to ear and takumi has to question if he’s actually sorry. “forgive me?” this he says as he nuzzles his face against takumi’s neck and with dread, he realizes his face is turning red again.
“souma, not now!” his efforts to push his boyfriend away are in vain because for all his lean figure, souma is still stronger than takumi. “okay, okay i understand, i forgive you, now let me go!”
finally souma listens and releases takumi, but not without a sudden kiss on his lips before he leaves again with a wink and a “i’ll be right back!”
takumi sits back down again, his face feeling as if it’s on fire and he can’t seem to look at ryou or akira. “s-sorry about that. he sometimes doesn’t know the time nor the place.”
a small laugh from akira makes him whip his head up. “yeah, we know.” ryou nods and rolls his eyes in agreement, half-smile playing on his own lips. “but he really likes you. i think you’re really good for him, as he most likely is for you as well.”
if takumi could get any redder, he thinks he just does. “oh um thanks. you-” he clears his throat and tries not to hit himself. “you guys are really good for each other too though. i think you guys compliment each other well.” and he means it.
“honestly, at first i was really jealous of you two.” he doesn’t know what brought on this sudden confession but they’re still looking at him so he figures he can’t just end it here.
“well, you guys seemed to build an equal relationship from the beginning, along with souma. you considered each other worthy. and, well, i sort of felt as if souma never even once thought of me as someone who could measure up to him.” takumi tries not to choke up but the memories are coming back to him; the agonizing nights thinking about souma and battling him and then figuring out it was much much more than that but having insecurity seep in that he would never be enough.
“that’s not true.” akira says, as takumi pauses. “you were really the only other person who he truly considered his equal because of the fact that you both worked in diners basically all of your life.”
“yeah, and we should know. he wouldn’t stop talking about it, even more so when he figured out he had a thing for you.”
akira laughs in agreement. “oh god i remember that. even when we met up at shiomi seminar, for weeks all he did was sit in the corner and agonize about his newfound feelings. ryou and i were romance counselors for a while too after that.”
takumi blushes again, but this time the heat spreads throughout his entire body, a warmth akin to the gradual descent of alcohol, but much more pleasant. hearing about souma’s feelings prior to them getting together and how he was just as obsessed with takumi as takumi was with him made that whole time dealing with what he thought was a one-sided crush worth it.
“so you see, souma may not always show it but he’s cared for you almost all this time. you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” akira speaks softly and the smile he gives takumi makes the atmosphere feel much nicer. even ryou doesn’t look nearly as intimidating and there’s a softer look in his eyes too.
takumi smiles back at the two. “thank you. hearing that… is really nice.”
“hey hayama! what are you doing smiling like that at my boyfriend? you have your own!” souma's outburst draws everyone to look at the redhead who is now zooming over to the trio.
akira only rolls his eyes, still smiling. “we were talking. as friends do, relax yukihira.” despite how embarrassing his boyfriend is, takumi can’t seem to stop himself from standing up, grabbing souma’s face and planting a kiss similar to what his boyfriend did just a while ago.
he pulls away to applause and whistles from everyone in the room and when souma’s momentary surprise turns to a loving smile and he scoops takumi up into his arms, it seems as though the world shines just a little brighter than it did before.