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“What did you wish to discuss, Aoba?” Shu glares at the man, crossing his arms. Aoba had practically begged him to meet him in the dressing room that afternoon, but was now refusing to discuss anything further. Instead, he simply stood across from him, looking sheepish. For minutes on end, he had dodged Shu’s questions, refusing to give him a straight answer as to why meeting in person was necessary. Shu’s eyes narrow. “You’d better not be wasting my time. Even someone with stitchwork as poor as yours can make an outfit, so if you’ve come to bother me when you know I’m busy I’ll have your head.”
Aoba sighs. “Shu-kun…”
“Non! You will not refer to me by my first name,” Shu snaps. “I’ve had it with you. I will not stand around while you shuffle your feet. If you refuse to even give me the courtesy of an explanation, I will be taking my leave.” Shu strides towards the door, only to be yanked backwards by a hand on his wrist. He sputters, turning back towards Aoba, trying to rip his arm out of his grasp. Aoba only grabs on tighter.
“Please, Shu-kun, just wait a few more minutes,” he pleads, glancing towards the door before he refocuses. Shu follows his gaze, confused.
“Wait? Wait for what? Why are you trying to keep me here? Let go of me!” He squeaks in pain as Tsumugi pulls on his arm again, less gently and more demanding.
“Don’t worry about it, why don’t we just take a seat on that couch over there, I remembered what I wanted to ask you about…”
Shu redoubles his efforts to escape Aoba’s grasp, but it proves to be futile, his grip like iron. “Do not lie to me! A-Aoba, you’re hurting me. Let go. What on earth are you doing? What are you waiting for!?”
A new voice cuts into the conversation, one that turns Shu’s blood to ice. “It’s ‘who’ he’s waiting for, actually. And that would be me.” Eichi Tenshouin stands at the entrance of the room, hand on the doorknob. There is a twisted joy on his face as he sees Shu restrained in Aoba’s hold, and he shuts the door behind him. Shu feels his heart drop as he hears the distinct click of the lock being turned.
He looks back towards Aoba, panic beginning to set in, only deepened when he sees the enamored look on his face. Aoba grabs his other wrist as well, caging him in. “Eichi-kun! You’re here!” Tenshouin smiles at him, an expression so loving that anyone would be able to tell it was fake. Aoba happily takes what’s offered, though, gesturing him over while he shoves Shu onto the couch. Shu’s breath quickens, searching desperately for a way out of this. His tormentors stand over him, Aoba pinning him to the cushion and Tenshouin simply leering down at him.
After a second, Aoba turns towards his companion. “How did you want to do this?”
Tenshouin looks thoughtful for a moment, before apparently making up his mind. “Itsuki-kun loves to boast. I think I’d like to put his mouth to better use,” he says, hand going to his belt.
This can’t be happening. Shu has always known these two are awful people, but he’d never thought they would go this far. This has to be some sick prank, another way for Tenshouin to try and mess with his mind. The last shred of hope leaves him as Aoba maneuvers him so that he’s laying on his stomach, groping his ass. “Don’t worry, this will be fun!”
Shu looks at them with blank eyes. “Are you really going to… this is a joke, right…?” Tenshouin laughs, leaning closer to Shu’s face.
“I can assure you, this is very real, Shu. Can I call you Shu? I’m going to, after all, we’re about to get a lot closer.” He laughs to himself as tears begin to well up in the corners of Shu’s eyes. “It’s nothing against you personally, but being away from ES for so long seems to have corrupted your mind. You’ve just forgotten your place. Do you understand why we need to correct this behavior? I am still your emperor. I am still in charge. Tsumugi was kind enough to agree to help me rehabilitate you.”
Aoba nods along to Tenshouin’s words. “I’m sorry Shu-kun, it’s really for the best… I promise we’ll take good care of you though!” His hand slips below Shu’s waistband, the other unbuttoning his pants.
“No… no, please! You don’t have to do this…”Shu thrashes desperately. He’s sobbing at this point, tears streaming down his face. “I-I’m begging you! Don’t do this to me…” He kicks out, fear fueling his desire to escape, and hears a hiss as he connects with something. Aoba yelps in pain, and Tenshouin sighs, frowning down at him.
“You’re not making this any easier for yourself, Shu. I’m going to have to punish you for that, you know?” Shu tries to fight back fresh tears, his mind going blank. They pull him onto his hands and knees, Aoba keeping him restrained from behind while Tenshouin climbs in front of him.
Tenshouin places a hand on Shu’s cheek, the touch almost gentle. Shu feels like he’s going to throw up. With his other hand, Tenshouin pulls out his cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with Shu’s mouth. This is real. This is real. Shu can already tell that it’s going to be too big to take comfortably, and he whimpers, knowing exactly what’s to come.
“Oh, don’t be like that. I’ve had enough of your attitude. You’d better not cause any trouble. In fact, if you don’t want the whole world to know that Valkyrie’s sovereign is a little cockwhore, you’ll keep your teeth in check. I have some photographs I think the tabloids would be very interested in.” He takes his hand off Shu’s face, pulling out his phone before Shu can process what’s happening. “One more for luck! You should smile, you’d be much cuter~” Shu flinches instead, scared and overwhelmed. What did he mean? Was Tenshouin about to blackmail him too?
He feels the drag of hands on his hips next, Aoba is undressing him, rubbing gently at his naked thighs. “You have such a nice body… you should let me squeeze your tits too, Shu-kun, they’re practically popping out of your shirt! Maybe next time…” Shu lets his head hang, humiliated. They’re treating him like an object, touching his body with no regard for his feelings.
He hears a throat clear in front of him. “Look at me,” Tenshouin commands. Shu has no choice but to look up, still crying softly. Why is this happening to me? Tenshouin grins sadistically as he sees the extent of Shu’s misery, his breath already short. “You’re everything I hoped you would be… This is such a nice view, Shu~ I can’t wait around much longer, you’re getting me so worked up… So open wide for me, ok?”
He wants to refuse, to make a stand here. He can’t let this go any further. At that moment, though, Aoba takes the opportunity to prod at Shu’s hole, a finger easily sinking into him. Shu cries out in surprise, and Tenshouin takes that moment to slide himself into Shu’s mouth, groaning at the tight heat that surrounds him. It’s absolutely disgusting. Shu feels completely violated from both ends, and it’s only going to get worse, he realizes, as Tenshouin begins lightly thrusting. Aoba presses deeper into him, adding another finger before starting to scissor him open. “He’s super loose already, Eichi-kun! Looks like we weren’t the first ones that got to him today, ehe~”
Tenshouin laughs too, and Shu wants to curl up and die right there. This is too much. What had he done to deserve this? Was he really that terrible of a person? He prays that this will at least end quickly.
In a way, he gets what he hoped for. Tenshouin speaks up again, voice shaky. He’s buried his hands in Shu’s hair, pushing him further onto his cock. “If he’s already prepared, you might as well fuck him. He’s slutty enough to handle it, go ahead Tsumugi~” Shu makes a muffled noise of protest, but all that does is make Tenshouin sigh in pleasure. “He’s so good at this… I wish I could just lock you away forever Shu~” Shu gags as Tenshouin forces himself all the way inside. He doesn’t get a chance to recover before he feels pressure against his ass, Aoba having decided to agree with Tenshouin’s judgment. There’s a painful stretch as Aoba fills him, and Shu weeps harder, the dick in his mouth and the mess from crying making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.
Aoba doesn’t give him any time to adjust, forcing himself in entirely before pulling out again, thrusting erratically. It hurts, it’s too much, but Aoba doesn’t seem to take notice, or at least doesn’t seem to care, happily chasing his own orgasm. Tenshouin presses forward as well, and soon they’re both fucking him harshly, filling him from both ends, shoving him between them. Tenshouin seems to be getting close already, his poor stamina showing as he pants heavily. His eyes are glazed over in lust, and after another minute he holds Shu’s head down as far as he can go. “Make… hah, make sure to swallow all of it Shu, we wouldn’t, ah, want you choking.” Shu feels despair overtake him as Tenshouin spills his load deep into his throat, refusing to pull back until he’s entirely finished filling Shu’s mouth with cum. Meanwhile, Aoba continues to pound into him, disregarding his need for air. Shu wishes he would just pass out already, escape the pain and humiliation, but his God is an unmerciful one.
As Tenshouin finally pulls back, Aoba grabs Shu’s waist, changing their position. He drags Shu backwards and restrains his arms, looking to Tenshouin, awaiting approval. Pathetic. “Is this ok? Can I have him?” Shu hears Aoba ask, his mind beginning to fog over.
Tenshouin nods, still catching his breath, eyes trained on them. “Go ahead. I want to watch.”
Aoba begins to fuck him again, even more roughly than before. Shu feels like he’s being torn apart. He’s in agony, and as he sees the man he hates the most staring at him, touching himself once more, watching with intense interest as Shu is brutalized, Shu realizes this is his own personal hell on earth.
Shu doesn’t know how long it continues, but it feels like hours, days. His mind is gone by this point, but he knows Aoba just kept going, and at one point Tenshouin comes back for more as well. They use him until they’re satisfied, dumping him unceremoniously back onto the couch when they’re finished. Tenshouin says something that Shu doesn’t process. He’s not even thinking right now, completely ruined.
They wait until he’s slightly more lucid to leave. Clearly, they want him to remember everything. Tenshouin grabs him by his hair again, forcing a kiss onto him. Somehow, it feels more violating than anything else that had happened. “Thanks for the cute photos. Remember what will happen if you tell anyone, ok Shu-chan~?” They leave the room together, Aoba taking care to leave the door ajar, increasing Shu’s chances of being found in this state. Just one final act of cruelty from the boy that tried so hard to pretend they were friends.
Shu doesn’t know how he’s supposed to process anything that happened. He was just raped by two of his rivals. Horrible bits and pieces of memory flash through his mind. He remembers Tenshouin’s cock in his throat, and the taste of him spilling into his mouth. Shu gags, forcing his fingers down his throat, choking out cum and bile. It’s not hard to throw up everything, considering.
He wipes his mouth and sits up, his lifeless eyes taking in the clothes hanging around the room, some of them made by his own hand, and for the first time he truly realizes what they’d done to him. They’d destroyed him again. Tenshouin had seen him happy and healing, and decided Shu didn’t deserve to recover. Maybe he’s right. Maybe Shu is meant to be broken. Shu collapses again onto the couch, too exhausted to even cry. He’d lost. Once again, Tenshouin had found a way to take everything from him.