Chapter 2

It turned out that Rin did not possess the restraint necessary to resist punching Seijuurou in the face the moment his guard dropped, and now Rin's got the belt wrapped twice around his wrists and once around the bunk bed ladder.

And he's still naked.

And he's really, really annoyed.

Seijuurou had better have a black eye.

Seijuurou does, in fact, have a black eye. Rin's right hook is better – and a hell of a lot faster – than he expected.

He tells the team that Rin is sick, which they know for a fact is bullshit. Rin has come to practice with the flu. And yeah, he almost yakked in the pool and it was disgusting, but the point is that nothing stops that kid from swimming other than the Iwatobi team coming over for joint practice that first time.

A couple of them snicker to each other and speculate that Rin's probably too sore to swim, based on the last time they saw him with red marks all over his neck.

Most of them do not suspect, however, that Rin is currently belted to his bed, muttering obscenities under his breath and cursing Seijuurou to the depths of hell.

Nitori opens the door with a towel on his head, rubbing his hair dry, and stops dead.

"Um," he says.

"Shut the fucking door," Rin hisses.

Nitori obeys quickly, but he really doesn't know how to respond to this particular situation. So the natural thing to do is to pull his towel down over his eyes.

"Will you stop hiding and get this fucking belt off of me?" Rin snaps.

Nitori squeaks and edges closer to Rin without looking directly at him. Not like he doesn't want to, but he's pretty sure Rin would kill him.

When he's behind Rin and can fumble with the belt buckle, he sees the bites.

"Matsuoka-senpai, what – "

"Do not ask me what happened." And do not investigate the stuff on the sheets.

Nitori manages to release Rin, who retrieves a towel from under his bed and stalks into the bathroom.

Rin's wrists have wide stripes of red on them from the belt. His hands are all pins and needles, but they should be all right. They're clumsy as hell at the moment, though, and Rin can barely hold a shampoo bottle long enough to lather his hair. He tries to shake some feeling back into them, but ends up whacking his right hand against the soap dish and yelling a couple of choice expletives. Nitori's anxious voice calls from the door to ask if he's okay, and Rin ignores him until Nitori opens the fucking bathroom door and Rin feels justified in threatening to skin him.

Hot water does not help the multitude of bites and hickeys on Rin's neck and shoulders – if anything, they look darker. He steps out of the shower and dries himself off, wincing as he rubs his hips and shoulders. Seijuurou never plays nice, but this time he's just showing off.

Rin ignores the snickers from his team members, but when one of them insinuates that Rin has only maintained his spot on the team by letting the captain fuck him, Rin feels the intense desire to break his jaw. He resists breaking the guy's jaw.

"You'd better start letting Mikoshiba fuck you then. I'm beating you by five seconds these days," Rin says, brushing his soaked hair out of his face.

He cares a little bit that everyone knows about him and Seijuurou, but when people do piss him off, he retorts rather than retreating. Best defense is a good offense, right? And Rin has a hell of an offense.

Rin has a free period first this morning, so he's sleeping in and Nitori is gone when he gets the text.

Get your ass to my room –Seijuurou

Rin considers ignoring him. But hell, why not. It's not like he's doing anything. And Seijuurou gets pissed off when Rin ignores him. Pissed off Seijuurou is no fun at all.

Rin hauls himself out of bed and bothers to get dressed, because he highly doubts that he will have time to come back here before his first class starts. He heads to Seijuurou's room, which is a single on the floor below Rin's.

He knocks, and the door opens presently.

"What do you want?" Rin asks, yawning.

"On the bed. Hands and knees. Now."

Rin's eyes narrow, and his answering glare could kill most men.

"Make me," he says.

Perhaps not his best choice of words.

Seijuurou doesn't usually kiss him. When he does, it's not really a kiss. Too aggressive, more an attack on his mouth than anything resembling affection. And yeah, Rin could bite Seijuurou's tongue if he felt like it, but that's not really a good idea considering that Seijuurou also has his hand down Rin's pants and a slightly uncomfortable grip on his cock.

"Get. On. The bed."

The words are a formality at this point, because he's just shoved Rin away from him and toward the bed. Rin just sits on the edge, grinning insolently.

"I told you hands and knees."

"I told you to make me."

Seijuurou is so not in the mood for Rin's bullshit today. He pins the younger swimmer and pulls Rin's collar down to bite his neck. Rin squirms a little bit and gasps, because Seijuurou's teeth aren't sharp like his, but he can make it hurt when he wants to.

Rin is extremely sensitive, and unfortunately, Seijuurou has known that since about five minutes into this little whatever-it-is. He can turn Rin into an absolute mess with a flick of his tongue at Rin's hipbone. He doesn't this time, just traces the line of it with his thumb, but even that makes Rin arch his back and bite his lip to stifle noise.

"Fuck you!" Rin snaps as Seijuurou flips him over and lifts his hips so he's on his knees. He groans when Seijuurou smacks his ass hard.

"No no no, we can't have noise this morning," Seijuurou says lightly. "And I don't want you ruining my sheets with those teeth of yours." Rin hears Seijuurou rummaging through his bedside drawer, and suddenly there's a hard rubber bar in his mouth and he can feel Seijuurou tightening a buckle behind his head.

Well. I could kick him in the face.

But honestly, Rin's a little curious. It seems that Seijuurou is feeling especially dominant today, and that can be fun. This gag is new though.

Rin hisses as Seijuurou belts his hands behind his back again. He attempts to yell "Cut that out, my wrists hurt like a bitch from yesterday", but it comes out as a series of muffled and unidentifiable noises.

"That's better," Seijuurou says, squeezing Rin's ass. He chuckles and pulls Rin's pants down around his knees.

Rin has to wonder what Seijuurou is planning. For one thing, Rin's usually not wearing clothes at this point, let alone shoes. At the moment, his school jacket and shirt are hiked halfway up his back, and Seijuurou is running his fingers along Rin's spine. He reaches the base and keeps going, rubbing the knuckle of his middle finger against Rin's entrance. Rin moans through the gag and twitches a little bit at the sensation.

Rin's thinking he might never get used to the fact that lube is really cold and Seijuurou never bothers letting it warm up before pushing his fingers in. He starts off with two, and Rin inhales sharply. It doesn't hurt much, but it surprises him. What surprises him more is that he doesn't get a third, and Seijuurou's fingers leave him.

Something harder, smooth and cold – metal, maybe? – presses against Rin's ass, and he tries to turn around to get a look at what the hell Seijuurou is doing, but he can't. Whatever it is slides in, and Seijuurou's fingers push it deeper. There's a string or a cord or something attached to it. Rin tenses. And then the thing inside of him starts buzzing, and Rin's back arches and his eyes squeeze shut and he bites down on the gag as hard as he can, because fuck.

"So you like that," Seijuurou muses, his fingers still playing with Rin, pressing the toy deeper and then almost pulling it out, and then he pushes it hard against the perfect spot and Rin is shaking so hard he can barely breathe. "Oh yeah, I think you do."

He turns up the dial, and Rin's eyes are rolling back in his head and there's a whimper in his throat. And yes, he's a little humiliated and a little pissed off at Seijuurou's tone. But goddamn.

"Now, I've got an order for you," Seijuurou murmurs, leaning over the curve of Rin's back to nip at his neck. "Well, more of a bet. I'm going to bet you that you can't keep that in until practice tonight without touching yourself or taking it out." He knows that if he makes it an order, Rin will deck him the moment Seijuurou lets him up. He might do it. But he'll definitely punch Seijuurou first.

The captain turns down the dial a bit and unbuckles the gag, taking it out of Rin's mouth and inspecting the tooth marks.

"Damn. I guess I need something stronger for you."

Rin can't even speak for a minute or so. He's panting, moaning low in his throat and trying to be quiet and failing miserably.

"What… do I get… if I win?" he gasps. He doubts that he's going to win, because even with the toy on the lowest setting, he's not sure he can stand, let alone walk normally.

Seijuurou hasn't really thought about that. He probably should have, because Rin really might be stubborn enough to get through the day.

"Well if I win, I think I'll fuck you in the showers and turn up that toy in your ass while I do it," he says with a grin, and Rin is almost intrigued enough by that to forfeit. But Rin is more stubborn than even Seijuurou gives him credit for.

"And?"

Seijuurou sighs.

"And if you win… I don't know, I'll suck your cock or something. You're not going to win, just look at you, you're a mess."

Rin tries to snarl, and it turns into a whine as Seijuurou cranks up the intensity again.

"Turn it down," Rin groans. "People'll fuckin' hear it."

Seijuurou considers turning it up and letting people wonder what that odd buzzing noise is.

"Please, Rin, that's not even half of what this thing does. I can barely hear it," he says, tugging lightly at the cord as he tapes the control to Rin's thigh. Rin bites his lip trying to shut himself up and tastes blood.

"Seijuurou, goddammit – !"

"Shut up or I'll send you to class with the gag on." Seijuurou says, freeing Rin's wrists and delivering an almost affectionate smack to his ass. Rin's breath hitches, and then he mutters something obscene under his breath and tries to get up. It takes a second attempt before he manages to stand long enough to pull up his pants. He hopes that his trembling legs aren't as noticeable as they feel.

Seijuurou watches him go, sitting against the wall with his arms folded behind his head. He wonders if Rin will be able to walk by the time practice comes around.

He guesses that one of the reasons he's so hard on Rin is that he's trying not to think of him in the same context as Gou. The hair makes it difficult. Rin's foul mouth and the occasional fist to Seijuurou's face make it easier.

Seijuurou does miss her. She's sweet, beautiful, a hell of a lot nicer than Rin, and it doesn't hurt that she's a girl and Seijuurou was pretty sure he was straight until a few weeks ago. He still thinks he might be. He sure as hell doesn't love Rin. The fact of Rin being attractive and a good fuck is fact, not a matter of sexual preference.

The first couple of times with Rin, Seijuurou really did pretend that he was with Gou. Then that got really painful. Rin sank his sharp teeth into Seijuurou's hand when the captain tried to play with his hair, and Seijuurou ended up in the school nurse's office pretending he'd been bitten by his sister's dog.

Seijuurou shakes his head and forces himself to his feet. He has class in ten minutes.

Rin is very inefficient in class today.

All he wants to do is run to the bathroom and get himself off and then he thinks maybe he'd be able to get through the rest of the day. But Rin is determined to prove Seijuurou wrong. He doesn't even care that much about the bet, though the image in his head of the captain's mouth on his cock isn't bad.

Between the toy, people asking him if he's sick because his face is red, and cursing Seijuurou (he's been doing a lot of that lately), Rin actually doesn't manage to fall asleep in class like he usually does. He gets approximately the same amount of work done, though. Exactly what is the point of maintaining a higher grade than is necessary to stay on the swim team?

Around lunchtime, though, Rin stops caring about proving Seijuurou wrong.

He's in a stall, one hand wrapped around his cock, breathing hard. And then he hears the door open just as he's about to come, and he freezes.

"You do realize you're really loud, right?" Seijuurou asks casually.

"Yeah, yeah, I lose, fuck you," Rin growls, zipping up his pants and stepping out.

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to go back to class with that," Seijuurou says, gesturing to the front of Rin's pants.

Rin sighs and shakes his head.

"Let's see," Seijuurou begins, "I could fuck you in here, let you come, see if you can make it through the rest of the day. Or I can leave you here to finish yourself off. Either way you lose and I'm going to fuck you in the showers later."

Rin lets a long breath hiss through his teeth.

"I don't have a gag. You have to shut the fuck up if we're doing it in here," Seijuurou says.

"I can do that," Rin says through clenched teeth.

Seijuurou pins him against the granite counter where the sinks are set, bent over in front of one of the mirrors. Rin decides that he'd rather look at his hands, and Seijuurou grabs his hair and makes him look up.

"I want you to watch me fuck you. You make some pretty faces." He undoes Rin's pants and yanks them down, pulling a tube out of his pocket with his other hand. Before putting his fingers in, though, he runs a hand down Rin's inner thigh and turns the dial up. Rin trembles and bites his lip, gripping the sink hard.

As it turns out, Seijuurou isn't bothering with fingers today. Rin gasps as he feels Seijuurou's cock press against his entrance and start to slide in, stretching him around its length until it touches the vibrator and Rin would love to scream but he doesn't.

"Fuck, Rin, that feels good," Seijuurou mutters. "And you're so tight like this."

"You didn't fuckin' prep me, bastard, of course I'm goddamn tight," Rin hisses, and Seijuurou smacks his ass.

"Quiet," he says, and he starts to move, hitting the toy with every stroke until Rin can't control a couple of quiet moans. He really doesn't want anyone to come in and see this.

After Rin comes, a low whine issuing from his throat, Seijuurou pulls out and says he doesn't want to get the toy all dirty just yet. He tells Rin to go to class. Luckily for Rin's sake, Seijuurou does turn down the dial a bit.

Practice. Rin's legs are still trembling slightly when Seijuurou corners him in the locker room and pulls out the toy, leaving it on while he does it and only turning it off after it's out.

Rin isn't nearly as fast as he usually is, but he still manages to win his time trials in freestyle and fly.

After most of the team has showered and left, Seijuurou pins Rin against the shower wall and hands him the toy.

"I want you to get yourself ready and put that in. And then I'm going to turn it on and fuck you against the wall. Got it?"

Rin nods and closes his eyes as he works a couple of fingers into himself, stretching enough that it doesn't hurt to push the toy inside. Seijuurou looks satisfied, and he grabs Rin's hips and shoves his cock in quicker than Rin was expecting.

"Fuck!" Rin kind of yelps, and that's kind of embarrassing, which is weird because he's not really embarrassed that he's got Seijuurou's cock and a vibrator in his ass.

Then Seijuurou cranks up the dial, from nothing to almost the top setting, and Rin lets out a little scream and it echoes a bit. Seijuurou twists his fingers into Rin's hair, pushing his head against the wall as he starts to thrust, harder than earlier, stronger, pushing the toy deeper with every movement, and he's moaning now, one hand on Rin's hip and one on the control, playing with the setting. Any kind of attitude from Rin is gone for the moment – he's breathing hard, mouth open, back arched, moaning like a whore and begging "please, more, harder".

Seijuurou actually comes first, the combination of Rin's tightness and the vibration of the toy driving him over the edge. Rin's not far behind once Seijuurou's hand starts pumping his cock.

Rin, as always, takes a few minutes to get his "raging asshole" behavior back. Seijuurou finds that he's not really disappointed when it surfaces. He doesn't want to break Rin, exactly.

He's okay with spirit.

End Chapter

Um. So this is what happens when I let myself write kink.