Release Me ~ Part 3
by the diggler
Warnings: This chapter contains YAOI lemon [explicit boyxboy homosexual content, FOR ADULTS ONLY]
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk and related characters are the property of Inoue Takehiko et al.
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Whispers brushed across his ears as hands caressed his body, slow and light and soft...
"Mmmm... Rukawa-kun..." the brown-eyed boy breathlessly moaned from beneath him.
His head was spinning, reeling in sensation as the soft-spoken boy clung to him, engulfing him...
"I've missed you so much sempai..." he told the boy, bending down to capture sweet lips with his own.
When he pulled away the older boy smiled up at him, and his chest began to feel unusually buoyant from the warmth he saw in those dark eyes, infinitely wise and amazingly innocent at the same time.
Fingertips continued tracing their incoherent patterns, teasing his flushed skin as he kissed the boy beneath him again… and then one whisper stood out among the rest...
"Do you like how he tastes?" the familiar voice asked in his ear, and he felt the fingers on the small of his back become more tangible, deepening their caress.
"Oh yesssss..." he replied. And then the hand on his back inched lower, fingers exploring the region in between his cheeks, pressing against his--
"Do you like how that feels?" the voice asked him.
He answered with a low moan.
And then somehow he was on his back, looking up at the owner of the voice, and his stomach leaped up through his throat at the delicious vision before him, muscled planes and midnight eyes steaming with sensual intensity.
A hand parted his legs, caressing his inner thighs, slowly making it's way to his aching crotch.
"Do you want me?" the scar-faced boy asked him, tantalizing him with his sinful smirk.
"Oh God yes..."
The older boy dipped his head, moving through a haze of slow motion, and swallowed his burning hardness into wet warmth.
He gasped, hands reaching down to clutch at strong shoulders as the pleasure grew more intense, focused entirely around his pulsing, throbbing length.
But then he felt something weighing against his side, a brush of lips against his neck.
He turned to meet dark cinnamon depths again, his lips receiving a kiss that would melt icebergs with its warmth.
"Have you forgotten me so soon?" the brown-eyed boy asked.
"Never." he replied instantly, even as his hips bucked involuntarily from the scar-faced boy's ministrations.
His sweet-faced sempai frowned, disbelieving.
He found himself reaching over, his hand cupping the soft-spoken boy's smooth cheek and caressing it soothingly.
"You don't know how much I think about you... even more so now that I don't see you every day..." Rukawa whispered to the boy.
"But not when you're thinking about me." the scar-faced boy interrupted, removing his mouth from Rukawa's nether regions.
"No don't stop!" he protested. The scar-faced boy smirked again as he repositioned himself, and Rukawa gasped as he felt the older boy's hardness press against him.
"Don't think I don't know how much you want me. I see the way you look at me in the locker room... the way you blush when we're up against each other on the court..." the scar-faced boy taunted as he began to rub against him.
"Is that true?" his soft-spoken sempai asked in his other ear.
"…Yes..." Rukawa admitted.
"But Rukawa..." the scar-faced boy began...
"... why are you moaning my boyfriend's name?"
"I... I..." Rukawa couldn't answer, unable to think while the older boy was on top of him.
"Come on Rukawa... Tell us... Just say it…" the scar-faced boy coaxed into his ear. Rukawa shivered at the caress of the boy's breath on his skin.
"Rukawa-kun?" his brown-eyed sempai whispered into his other ear.
Rukawa turned to the soft-spoken boy, and his chest constricted painfully as tears began to stream down his sweet sempai's face.
"What have we done?" the scar-faced boy gasped, and the older boy's body left his.
"No..." Rukawa protested vainly.
His soft-spoken sempai took his boyfriend's hand, letting the scar-faced boy pull him away.
"Matte! Please wait!" Rukawa reached out.
The two boys turned, floated away in each other's arms.
"…Gomen Rukawa-kun..."
* * *
He woke with a start, his chest so tight he could barely breathe.
When he realized it was a dream, he dropped his head tiredly into his hands, and was surprised to find his cheeks were wet with tears.
Man, that dream really fucked him over.
It wasn't that the dream was unusual... his two sempais had been visiting him in his sleep for weeks now. There were slight variations every night, but basically the theme remained the same.
The difference was that this time the sensations were all stronger, amplified by having had a taste of the real thing.
And this time, after what he'd done with the two boys, the emotions in the dream were much more intense, as the end consequence now held a greater reality.
Rukawa flopped back onto his bed. He would have groaned in frustration, but he no longer had the energy.
There was no way he was going to school today.
He just didn't want to face anyone right now...
He had ruined everything...
Kogure had always been nothing but sweet and caring towards him since day one. The older boy had been such a contrast to all the other seniors, who mostly wanted to beat the crap out of him, that he found himself instantly liking the bespectacled boy, feeling something like... safe... around him.
And the older boy was never pushy, always offering him warm words of encouragement. But the boy was far from weak as well, having the determination and discipline to mold himself into a valuable member of a struggling team, and Rukawa held a great amount of respect for the older boy because of it. And when he showed up to practice, the older boy always made him feel like his presence was appreciated, like he was actually wanted around.
Seeing his soft-spoken sempai at the end of the day was always a welcome relief. And pretty soon he began looking forward to it. But he didn't understand it fully...
And then Mistui showed up...
At first he had strongly disliked the boy, unable to forgive him for trying to destroy the team, for lashing out at... those who didn't deserve it. But at the same time, he was grudgingly impressed that even after his long absence from basketball the scar-faced boy was still an extremely talented player… The challenge the older boy gave him during their seniors vs. juniors games got his adrenaline pumping like never before… And as the older boy got back his game a little more each day, Rukawa developed an admiration for the former MVP which grew daily as well.
But Rukawa wasn't alone in this, as it seemed that every day Kogure lavished more of his attention on the scar-faced boy instead of him. And pretty soon, the fast growing closeness between his two sempais unsettled him in ways he didn't fully understand either...
...Until one day he walked into the locker room and saw the two seniors doing things to each other that he never thought possible...
That night he had touched himself for the first time, exploring sensations and emotions he didn't even know he was capable of... and finally he understood.
And from then on, every time Kogure spoke to him in that kind, caring voice of his, or laid an encouraging hand on his shoulder, he desperately wanted to throw his sempai down and make him moan and writhe like he had seen the soft-spoken boy do on that day...
And he hated Mitsui for stealing Kogure from right under his nose. Hated him for being the one to see sides of Kogure that he would never experience. Hated him for the unbreakable barrier he presented against his growing desire for the bespectacled boy.
But there was nothing he could do about it, except pine, wish, watch, and imagine...
Maybe that's where things began to turn.
When the first IH finished, and Kogure left the team to concentrate on school, Rukawa no longer had his daily visual supply of the sweet senior. Thus he was forced to rely on his imagination more and more. And he knew that since Mitsui was Kogure's boyfriend, the scar-faced boy would probably still see more of Kogure than the rest of them, and would still be doing the things he only dreamed of doing...
It drove him up the wall.
What was so friggin' great about Mitsui anyway? Why him?
The question began to consume him.
So much so, that one day in the showers after practice, as he jealously envisioned Mitsui hurrying off to make mad passionate love to his sweet boyfriend, he suddenly saw himself beneath the scar-faced boy, moaning and begging for more.
To his further horror, he actually found his body responding to the image. And try as he might, he simply could not get Mitsui out of his mind.
Then he realized that he didn't want to.
And from then on, every time he saw his scar-faced sempai, he couldn't stop himself from wishing Mitsui would throw him down and do some of the unbelievably arousing things he'd seen the older boy do that day so long ago. The locker room became an agony for him, his lust for the older boy dancing through his gut every time he caught a glimpse of bared skin...
But he knew there was no way...
No way Mitsui would ever want anyone but Kogure...
No way he'd ever get past Mitsui to show Kogure how he felt...
No way the two boys would ever see or hear anything else but each other, totally oblivious to everything and completely immersed in their own universe... as they had been that day in the locker-room...
No way.
It was that simple.
Yet he just couldn't help himself. He had been hooked that day, and now he was eternally addicted to those two boys. And no matter how much he needed it, prayed for it, there was just no release from this never-ending torment.
He knew he was gonna snap sooner or later...
And that's how he ended up here, lying motionless on his bed as the past days' events caught up to him, staring aimlessly at his ceiling for who knows how long, and wondering just how the hell things had gotten so complicated...
completed Nov 21 '02 ~ revised July 9 '03