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Shouta wheezed, weak and shaking hands clawing at the cracked pavement seeping cold into his back. He wasn’t sure if his vision was hazy from the fresh concussion, or if the sting meant he had blood in his eyes, not that it mattered. He was disoriented, he felt sick, and he was acutely aware that he was being undressed .
Barely a minute ago he had been jumped by a figure cloaked in shadow, he’d been knocked off course and collided with the wall of a building on his uncontrolled descent. He would be surprised he was still alive, were it not for the way his stomach churned and his panic spiked to keep that thought far too distracted to form. His attacker hadn’t left, and was now working on removing his pants. He could barely even move his arms, let alone thrash or fight back. He had to turn his head and strain his eyes to watch in horror while whoever this was, this shadowed bastard, removed his clothes, and then his underwear.
There was a pause, before their hands pushed his legs apart to get a better look. Thumbs pressed against the lips of his cunt before spreading them. His dick pulsed from the cold air and the fear primarily, but it was enough that his assaulter noticed .
Noticed, and leaned in. They mustn't have been made entirely of shadow or smoke, because what made contact with his cock was a tongue . Hot, wet, lavishing him with the nerve of somebody that knew him .
His hips tried to jolt up against it anyway, because for all he was panicking his body had been neglected. All work, no play, and even in this state his base instincts were taking the stage. He swore under his breath, trying to keep his breathing steady so he didn’t pass out.
“No-” He grunted, voice barely above a whisper. That didn’t work. Obviously that wouldn’t fucking work. He grimaced, trying to close his legs, but was easily contested. He didn’t feel helpless often, he took so many fucking steps to avoid it, and this… this felt like one of the worst scenarios he could find himself in.
Shouta tried and failed again to escape, his head spinning the second he tried to lift it from the pavement. Things escalated, much faster than he could process them. Two fingers were inside him before he could blink, moving slowly, exploratively . It felt… good . His breath hitched when the pads of his assaulter’s fingers found what they were looking for, keeping a rhythm going while making sure to rub up against his sweet spot.
His next motion was his body betraying him, trying to rock up into their mouth and down onto their fingers all at once, leaving him squirming pathetically, barely even writhing at all.
Mortifyingly, he was close. He was going to cum while this stranger violated him. The idea made his stomach twist, and try as he might he knew he was powerless to stop it. He gritted his teeth to quell his urge to vomit, accepting that he was going to just have to let this happen .
His back barely found the strength to arch when his climax hit him, tearing through his nerves and sparking in the back of his skull, wrestling with his adrenaline and his dread for the entire span of his release.
He collapsed against the cold ground, trembling as much as his disoriented body could muster. He thought, hoped , that whoever this was would leave now. They got to violate him and make him finish for them, but he knew that wasn’t how this worked. The power trip never stopped there.
They eased back away from him, withdrawing their fingers to kneel and watch him for a moment, before they worked on unbuckling their belt. It had been a while since Shouta had been penetrated, save for the fingers a few moments ago. He found himself hoping this was a limp dick loser, just for his own sake. Maybe with the stamina of a virgin too, just some kind of mercy.
Mercy was granted, in a way.
They stood to remove their slacks and underwear, the shadows barely clinging to their body here, revealing skin. On the darker side of tan, littered in little scars even just in the patches he could see between the swirls of shadow… and no cock.
Or at least, no natal cock. Even through a thick cloud of shadow, he could see a girthy clit, bigger than Aizawa’s own. Were they not raping him in an alley, he’d actually have been quite... Interested in a closer look. Unfortunately for them both, the situation was a little grim.
They pushed his legs apart again, stepping over one thigh so they could lower themselves to straddle him, somewhat. Shouta winced when his already over-sensitive cock was brushed up against, the shadowy bastard nudging their heads together. They waited though, only grinding into Shouta occasionally until he stopped reacting so much. That was surprisingly generous, all things considered.
Shouta sucked in a breath when they started to rock their hips together, cocks rutting against each other with each motion. He felt sick . That felt incredible. He sank into the pavement, eyes rolling up before closing, trying feebly to buck his hips up against the imposing figure above him. They grunted, the first sound he’d heard from them, picking up the pace. Shouta should be trying to flee again, he should be freaking the fuck out , but he was desperate to chase this feeling.
This was still sick, his gut still twisted even as he gave into what was happening to him. That didn’t stop him wanting more of it, at least for the moment. He was sure when - if - he was left to crawl for his life that he would be sick to his stomach and a wreck.
For the moment though, he was chasing, chasing, chasing–
He opened his eyes, looking up at…at…
His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. The shadows had parted, exposing his attacker’s head and parts of his neck. A face he knew, a face he hadn’t seen for over a decade. The nose strip still clung to Oboro’s nose, practically fused to the skin at this point. He looked older, scarred, his face twisted with concentration as he continued to grind their hips together.
Shouta’s orgasm knocked him clean out.
He woke up cold and alone, clothed and sat up against a wall. The chill had reached his bones, leaving him feeling locked up and feeble still. His head pounded, his fingers ached from scratching against the pavement, and his vision was still so, so fucking blurry.
He heaved out a sob, lifting his aching hands to his head. Blood crusted over his entire forehead, and down the left side of his face. He traced it up into his hair, wincing when his nails pulled against the scab forming over the wound.
That was going to be… nasty to deal with, as soon as he could stand up to go and find someone to deal with it.