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Reo would never call what he was doing stalking. He would call it “persuasion.” If you were only living through it, perhaps such a term would seem acceptable, but when you take the time to actually spell out what he was doing...
When he first saw Nagi, that day in the stairwell, Reo demanded that he play soccer with him. Nagi denied the initial proposition and then said nothing when Reo demanded it a second time. Reo did some careful research, asking around, and investigating to find out more about Nagi in general, where he most often spends his time, and even where he lives. Without warning, he showed up outside of Nagi’s current abode in his limo with an offer of a ride to school. And his demands to hang out, his insistence for Nagi to call him “boss,” and his attempts to touch Nagi as much as he acceptably could in public, were brushed off with nonchalance. Nagi even had the gull to wait for Reo to look away and make a run for it.
In Reo’s mind, all of Nagi’s resistance had to be a front. No one in Reo's life had ever not wanted his attention or not enjoyed his presence. Nagi, with his reputation of loserdom and friendlessness, must just be shy. Surely, he was only testing Reo's commitment by taunting him with the prospect of the chase. And Reo was not afraid of the chase.
This time, during lunch break, he was sure he saw Nagi in this hallway from a distance. With a soccer ball under his arm, Reo jogged in that direction to find him. Nagi must have turned a corner somewhere, because he ran the course of the whole hallway, and Nagi was nowhere to be seen.
Seeking guidance, he approached the very next person who came into his sight, “Do you know where Nagi went? Nagi Seishiro?”
It was a gorgeous, yet timid-looking girl. She blushed furiously the second Reo began speaking to her. “You mean the white-haired, quiet boy? I think he snuck off to the roof.”
“Thank you so much!” he said with a charming wink. All the girls and even some boys in the vicinity swooned.
Nagi was sure that he was safe to relax and play his games up there. He’d never had any problems finding alone time before, but now that the richest, most popular boy in school had been hunting him down between classes every day, the roof of the school was a last resort. If he couldn’t find peace here, then he probably wouldn’t find it anywhere on school grounds. Just to be extra safe, he climbed up a ladder to another level and hid behind a water tank. He enjoyed his mobile game for a few short minutes before a soccer ball was thrown from the lower level at his head.
“Ow...” He groans and rubs his poor, achy noggin.
“Hey, Nagi. Let’s play soccer.”
“Eh...already?” He really thought he’d have more time alone, but sure enough, he takes a peek down to find familiar violet eyes locked onto him. “You're persistent.”
Nagi isn’t sure himself if he meant that as a compliment or not, but regardless, Reo’s face shifted into a beaming smile.
“That smartphone trap of yours seriously gave me the chills. I'm certain you have a talent for soccer! You will be the best in the world with me! It's your destiny!” He cheers.
Nagi sighs, “You must read too much manga...”
Reo’s eyes are gleaming, never leaving Nagi for a second, in case that boy would try to find another opportunity to slip away. “You should be proud that I found you!”
Reo was sure proud of himself. Nagi is illusive–fleeing prey–a bunny, quick on his feet, but now he was cornered, and Reo was able to drag him to the very first meeting of Hakuho’s football club.
The lazy genius couldn’t help but be impressed at what Reo pulled together. Using his charm, he created a whole team of eager boys out of thin air. It almost seemed that this stunt, and everything else he’d done so far, was a show of his wealth and power. Nagi’s apathy and nonchalance were continuous, but internally he was really starting to question Reo’s motives in all this.
Was Reo trying to intimidate him? Or use him for his talent? Maybe his intentions were pure, but he didn’t realize how he was coming off? Nagi couldn’t be sure, but for now, he figured it to be easier to simply go along with Reo’s whims rather than continue to fight it.
The minute that Reo officially formed their new football club, his vengeful and bitter elite of a father arranged a match between them–the newbies–and Aomori Dadada, a high school that regularly competed at the national level. Being as driven and competitive as Reo is, they immediately got to training. Reo dragged Nagi along to practice every day with just the two of them, where Nagi just did as he was told until he passed out or Reo otherwise allowed him to leave. And Reo also always took him home.
They did win that first game against Aomori Dadada, and in the mix of guys that swarmed Nagi in celebration, Reo felt an elation he’d never felt before in his life. He looked at Nagi in a way that people don’t normally look at each other. The way that Nagi said, “yes, boss,” and the incredible moves that Nagi pulled under his command...changed something in Reo. Nagi was cocaine. Reo was an addict. He wanted to breath him in.
Their routine continued on like before. Reo dragged Nagi along for practices and games, directed his every move, and then he took him home.
Instead of the limo, this time it was via a bike ride. Sitting on the back, Nagi closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the air hitting his face, trying not to think too hard about the nature of this strange friendship. He also tried not to let it bother him that Reo followed him into his building and to his room, walking in like he owned the place.
“Such a cute little place you have here, Nagi! It’s so tiny!” Reo looked around with a smile, as he observed and stepped over the mess of scattered clothes on the floor. “It’s a bit of a mess in here too. Would you like me to help you clean up a little?”
“Sure. Do whatever you want,” he responded casually, flopping down face-first onto his bed.
Reo’s cleaning was serenaded with Nagi’s groaning. His joints popped and cracked as he stretched his legs, but nothing seemed to make them feel better. Playing games on his phone couldn’t even distract him from it.
"This is so painful...it's not gonna be like this every day, is it? I don't want to do this anymore if it is."
Reo placed the gathered clothing in an empty, neglected hamper and cooed, "Aw, poor thing. Would you like a massage? That would help, right?"
"Maybe..."
He sat up to allow Reo to remove his pants, and Nagi removed his blazer himself just for the sake of comfort. Then he returned to his position on his stomach. Still hoping to do everything he could to distract himself from the aching discomfort, Nagi played games on his phone while Reo kneaded into his legs, starting at Nagi's ankles and working his way up.
Reo's massage did seem to help a little. Although it wasn't quite the same without any massage oil, the way Reo worked his hands into Nagi's muscles seemed to hit all the right spots and force them to relax. Sighs of relief flowed from Nagi's lips.
"Your muscles are impressive for how little you've apparently worked out. Still, they could certainly use some work. Don't worry, we'll keep working on making them nice and big and firm together~!"
"Ugh...that sounds like such a hassle."
At a certain point, as Reo kneaded up into Nagi's thighs, he ceased in order to pull down and take off Nagi's boxers as well. He did so casually and swiftly.
"Hmm...? That too?" Nagi inquired, surprised, but not incredibly bothered.
"I'm just trying to get access to your glutes and upper thighs. You don't mind, do you?"
"I guess not..."
Reo grabbed handfuls of Nagi's ass and squeezed with the same attentiveness as ever. Nagi liked it, though something felt odd about it and he couldn’t really pinpoint why. He also didn’t see any reason not to, so he mewled openly.
"Feels good, doesn't it? I'm gonna spoil and cherish you to make up for everything I'm putting you through, treasure, don't worry.”
"If you say so...”
Every little movement Nagi made and especially every little sound that left his lips only came off as green lights to Reo. Nagi was practically demanding him to keep going. To go farther. To give him more. And Reo wanted to give him more. Desperately.
"God, you're so gorgeous. I'm so glad you're mine,” Reo sighed.
"Gorgeous...?” He tilted his head innocently, like a curious puppy.
"Yes, treasure. I'm sure everyone's thinking it constantly. But no one has ever been brave enough to speak it and claim you as theirs, isn't that right?” Reo's arousal created such a noticeable tent in his pants now, and with how things were escalating, he felt this was the appropriate moment to free himself from his dress pants. He sighed again, louder this time, at the sight of his erection hovering just above Nagi’s thighs. What a view! He’d never been so hard in his life. And Nagi was clueless.
“I never really thought about it.”
“Well it's true. I'm so lucky to have found someone so beautiful and capable and obedient. You're perfect. God heard my dream, and he delivered you to me to make both of our lives better. I'm sure of it.”
Those words struck Nagi impactfully. He wasn’t sure what to think. He blinked rapidly. “That's...crazy.”
“It does seem that way, doesn't it?" Reo chuckles. He leaned down on top of Nagi, letting his erection nestle into Nagi’s bare ass. "You're so good. I just need you to do one more thing for me for now, okay?"
"Hmm...?"
"Wet these for me." He brought his hand around and pressed three fingers to Nagi’s lips.
"I–! Agh...!” The second Nagi parted his lips to speak, those fingers slipped in, and his head spun.
This was the moment that Nagi realized what was going on. All of those power plays were working up to this. Reo had been buttering him up and earning his trust, and Nagi had been to naive to see it...
"Good boy.” After Reo felt they’d been wetted enough, he pulled his fingers free. They shined in the light and stayed connected to Nagi’s lips until he was hovering them right above Nagi’s cheeks. With his unwetted hand, he clutched one of those cheeks harshly, pulling him apart and exposing him to the chilled air. “I'm gonna make you mine officially. It's gonna feel so good. Just relax...”
Before Nagi could even form another full coherent thought, Reo was breaching his hole with a dampened index finger.
"Ah...!"
“I know. I know. Don’t clench, treasure. Try to relax. Spread your legs a little more.”
Nagi did as Reo said out of habit already. He wanted to curse himself for it, but his head was still spinning too much. What could he even do about it now? Reo had him in such a compromised position, he wasn't sure if he could get free if he tried.
Reo's index finger came to a hilt, and he wiggled it around inside of him. Nagi closed his eyes tight, while keeping his legs spread. Right up by his ear, Reo took in a long, deep breath.
"Hmm...you smell so good. Like this is a place I've never known but it's the one where I always belonged. I feel like I need to be inside you as soon as possible," he purred. It made Nagi's heart race a mile a minute.
He clutched his phone in his hands, and suddenly wondered if he could just call emergency services. Why hadn't Reo taken his phone from him? Was this yet another power play? Surely Reo knew that even if Nagi said something, no one would believe him, or being as wealthy and beloved as he is, he'd be able to weasel his way out of any real trouble.
Nagi could see it now–the look of disgust on his classmates' faces. No one would ever dare to accuse Reo–the Mikage Reo–of sexual assault, of all things. No one would dare even imply that they would reject his advances. Someone like Nagi is lucky to be getting any attention from Reo at all.
Resigned, Nagi lets his phone drop, out of his hands and onto the floor.
Two fingers scissor into him, deeper and deeper, until one of those fingers brushes up against a spot that makes him yelp.
"Ooh! That's the spot, isn't it? How's it feel? Describe it to me."
Nagi's breath hitches, and he struggles to get any words out at all. "I...can't..."
"Oh, I'm sure you can. But don't worry. I'll give you time to find the words. There's no rush."
Reo's voice is soft. Melodic. Soothing. But Nagi shouldn't be thinking that. He should be fighting, yet he can't bring himself to. His body is limp like a wet noodle.
"Reo...why?"
"Isn't it obvious? You and I...we are just extensions of each other. We were made for each other. This is how things are supposed to be. We'll always be together right? I could wait forever for you to find the words to tell me how much you're loving this."
"But...this is..." Nagi's voice keeps breaking.
"Oh, I see..." His voice only gets softer. More charming and soothing, and making Nagi fall apart. There are three fingers inside of him, and he seems to be adjusting just fine. Reo nods in understanding, while actually understanding nothing. "Yes, we are skipping a few steps, but I figure we have such a deep connection already between us that the normal conventions and customs of relationships don't really matter." As Nagi doesn't respond to that, he gives him an urging nudge. "Here, turn over. Let me see you."
He must take all of his fingers out and flip Nagi around himself to accomplish that. It's when Nagi is finally facing him that Reo is able to see big eyes full of fear, pouty lips formed into a frown, and his arms pulled up tight to his chest.
"Aw, Nagi, please don't be upset. I'm sorry that I put the jump on things. If it's a more normal progression of things you wanted, I'll give you a kiss now, okay? How's that sound?"
Reo leans in in slow motion. It's his last chance to say something, or to fight, but Nagi only trembles. His thoughts are still kind of jumbled. He's starting to question himself. Maybe...could Reo know what Nagi's body wants better than he does himself?
Reo connects their lips in a long, deep kiss. Nagi lets Reo's tongue in to explore. He's had a hard time accepting that Reo is so interested in him at all, let alone such intimate parts of him. But it's true. It's real. Mikage Reo–the one and only–is trying to make love to him. It's an anomaly. Perhaps a miracle. And Nagi decides to accept it.
Reo breaks the kiss to look down and observe Nagi like he's a work of art. "You really do look so gorgeous! Your cock too. So beautiful. Look at him~! He's weeping for me~!" A bead of pre-cum has formed at the tip of Nagi's cock, standing tall between his perched legs. Reo rubs the underside of it with the tip of his finger like an owner scratching the chin of a beloved pet, and he cooes, "Is it because he's sad that I didn't find him sooner, or is he just so happy that I'm going to smother him with attention now?"
With that, Reo leans down and takes the tip of it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and savoring the taste.
Again, Nagi lets him. "Gahh...hah...hah..." He heaves heavy breaths and clutches his own hoodie in fistfuls. When Reo pulls back, Nagi's rapid breathing doesn't slow.
"Are you ready, treasure?"
Nagi moves one of his hands up to suck on his own fingers, wrongly certain that no matter what he said, Reo would just take what he wanted anyway. Nagi wasn't even sure what he wanted himself anymore, so maybe what Reo wanted was best.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Without lube or massage oil to slicken the ride, Reo felt he had no other choice than to spit into his hand. It was with nasty, squelching strokes of his dick that he made the final preparation. It would be worth it. He could finally go in–slowly plunging the depths of his precious boy's hole. Nagi's eyes were unfocused and his head lulled back and forth–drunk off of the new sensation. Drunk on dick. And his whines were drawn out to Reo's slow movements, and much more high pitched than usual.
"You make the most delicious sounds, Nagi. I'll never get enough of it."
Reo kisses, bites, sucks at his neck, just gently enough as to probably not leave any visible marks by morning, but just hard enough to draw more sounds out of his beloved–the sounds that were only for Reo. It makes him shiver with delight knowing that he's the only one who's ever heard them, and that Nagi is making no effort to hold them back.
Nagi whined in every exhale of panting breaths, matching and even exceeding the rate of Reo's thrusts.
"How do you like it, treasure? You want it harder? Faster? Please tell me."
"I want...I want...comfort," Nagi coughed and choked like the beginning of a sob, "H-hold me..."
"Aw...baby. You're so cute~"
Their foreheads were together and eye contact was maintained for as much Nagi could manage to keep them open–up until the tingling, burning pain in his ass pushed the tears in his eyes over the edge.
It hurt. It was a strangely good kind of hurt. Being filled and being pressed so close to someone...Could this be what it feels like to be loved? Was the way that Nagi's erection swayed in the air in time to Reo's thrusts supposed to be so satisfying?
Nagi watched in amazement and with a moan as white spilled from his cock onto his own chest. He'd never even seen such a thing before. His innocence was tainted beyond repair. He came. He was being fucked and he came.
And Reo couldn't stop fucking him until he did as well. Nagi clenched and his walls tightened around him, and at once he milked Reo for all he had in him.
After many minutes passed, Nagi still did not stop shaking. Reo cleaned him up, wrapped him in blankets, and cradled his head in an effort to make the trembles stop, so that he can get a visual confirmation that his baby feels comfortable once again.
As Nagi's breathing calmed and he felt warm and loved in Reo's arms, he still wasn't sure what to think about Reo's motivations in all of this.
In his naturally wispy, soft tone, "Reo...how do you really feel about me?"
"You think I've been lying to you up to this point?" He chuckles, fondly, "You're my everything....Now why don't you tell me how you feel about me?"
He's amazed by Reo's assets and his abilities. He's amazed by Reo's seemingly endless motivation. Most of all, he's amazed that Reo is interested in...some loner slacker like him, sexually or otherwise.
"Reo is...amazing."
With a smile, Reo pet and rocked Nagi in his bundle of blankets through his continuing aftershock. With misunderstandings abound, the nature of their relationship now is even more unclear.