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Endo hated him.
Endo hated every single thing about him. His stupidly bright smile, his freakish strength, and the words he was spouting out. Sentences that should be heartwarming, but made Endo want to throw up.
And the worst part? Endo hated him for occupying a position in Takiishi's world.
Umemiya Hajime was someone he shouldn't have been worried about, just some pathetic guy with lofty dreams that could never be achieved. The only reason he thrived was because, at first, Takiishi didn't care about his dumb idea to change Furin. Yet, now, he was all Takiishi could talk about, and Takiishi barely even talked. Of course, Endo loved that Takiishi made it his mission to destroy Umemiya's face – it's what this fucker deserves – but he was bound to lose interest at some point. When that happened, Endo figured that Takiishi would also lose interest in Umemiya's existence, but…it never happened. If anything, that heated gaze in Takiishi's eyes grew stronger when he heard Umemiya's name.
Why? Endo bit his lips over and over again, until they were red and chapped from bleeding. Why did it have to be Umemiya? Why couldn't it be him? He loved Takiishi – he wanted to be in Takiishi's world, but he wasn't allowed to. Every day was a struggle to get a bit closer to his goal, but Umemiya managed to skip the entire course and secure a permanent place.
Those thoughts chased him in his worst dreams, waking him up in the middle of the night, sweating and cursing, wishing he could smash Umemiya into small pieces and get rid of him.
Though, he wouldn't dare. It was quite clear Takiishi didn't want him to intervene, so he stayed away. He wouldn't dare disobey Takiishi, despite hating Umemiya enough that he dreamed several times about crushing him and his little, silly minions.
Unfortunately, there was so much he could handle before he couldn't contain it anymore, and then – he found himself in Furin, standing in front of said person he despited. If he thought that he hated Umemiya, the mere sight of his face made him realize that he couldn't even summarize it with hate. It mingled with ugly jealousy that Endo couldn't deny, but was painful as it beat inside his ribcage.
“I thought you didn't care about Furin anymore?” Umemiya raised his eyebrow. God, his face was just as idiotic as Endo remembered.
“I didn't come to pick up a fight.” Not yet – when Takiishi would ask for it, Endo would make sure it happened. For now, Takiishi was content with other gangs in the new area they settled in, and Endo would never remind him of Furin.
“Then?” Umemiya became even more quizzical, obviously curious why Endo would come to meet with him.
Endo was ashamed to say he didn't have a good answer. He went to Furin over a whim, and he never thought he'd come so far. There wasn't anyone in the hallways to stop him from going right up to the rooftop. How did they even take over Furin? Must've been a mistake, Endo chuckled inwardly.
“What is it?” Umemiya stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, grabbing it firmly enough that Endo let out a stern hmph. There it was – Umemiya's true colors, just another beast which was well-versed in disguising. If it weren't for his leadership, Takiishi and Endo would've spent another year or two in Furin, although – they certainly didn't have any qualms about the fights. Takiishi seemed to enjoy them at the beginning, but when Umemiya refused to let go of his beliefs, it was just a drawn out, boring fight.
“I wonder.” He dared Umemiya with a smirk. He might not be able to fight him, but taunting him was a fair game.
Another thing to add to the list of things he hated about Umemiya – how he managed to get the weirdest outcomes to situations. Endo didn't expect much when he found himself walking to Furin, but he absolutely couldn’t explain why he was naked on the rooftop, bent over an old and dirty sofa, while his backside was exposed to Umemiya.
His grip on that disgusting couch was so strong that his knuckles turned white, but it didn't hurt as much as Umemiya caressing his back.
“Don't be like that.” He meant to say gentle, but he’d rather kill himself before telling Umemiya that. This entire bizarre situation was disturbing enough that he didn't want to say anything out loud, lest he'd admit to it.
“Hm?” Umemiya said, continuing to caress his lower back, before reaching his ass and grabbing a handful of it. “How about it?”
“Fuck you.” Endo spat, lowering his head until it was almost shoved against the sofa. He'd prefer risking touching disgusting furniture over seeing Umemiya at that exact moment, and it was a good thing this position blocked that certain view.
Umemiya chuckled in response, this husky laugh that made Endo shudder, and lowered his hand even further. His fingers were dancing along Endo's crack, teasing the area around his asshole. Sure, Endo disliked how mindful Umemiya was, but he couldn't deny the teasing feeling wonderful. He's spent countless nights in his bed, exploring his hole with his own fingers and pretending it was Takiishi touching him, unsuccessfully of course – because that would never happen – so having someone else touch his entrance without needing to fantasize turned him on.
“That's…” Umemiya leaned forward, until their bodies touched and Endo almost gagged at that realization, and whispered into his ear. “That's good, right?”
“You – “ Endo, trying to form a sentence, instead moaned, because that asshole decided it was just the right time to shove his finger inside. Endo's passage immediately tightened upon the intrusion, but Umemiya didn't let that small obstacle stop him. He persistently thrusted his finger inside, each time shoving it slightly deeper, until his entire finger was inside, fucking Endo mercilessly. “Fuck!” Endo groaned, only allowing this, because that was fucking Umemiya Hajime's finger in him.
“I'm glad you're enjoying it. You do seem more amicable like this.”
The insult burned, Endo turned around to hit him, but Umemiya just pulled out his finger. His cock was pulled out, lined up right at Endo's entrance.
This is so wrong… Endo swallowed his spit and prepared himself. He could tell Umemiya's cock was huge just from seeing it, but it felt even bigger as it forced its way right into his tight ass. His toes curled from the pain, weirdly mixed with flashed of pleasure, and he felt like a puppet when Umemiya easily held his waist and started fucking him.
“You're so good.” Umemiya murmured. in an odd contrast to the way his hips moved. His thrusts were forceful, so much so that the sofa moved from its original place each time he thrusted forward.
For Endo, this was a mix of unbearable feelings. His entire body hurt, especially his ass, that was currently used by the person he hated the most, but all of his limbs screamed from the intensity. His right leg was folded under him, and his left leg was hanging off the couch. His arms felt like jelly, so he couldn't grab anything, and his waist – his waist most definitely was bruising from the way Umemiya grabbed onto it.
And yet, Umemiya still told him how good he was. Sugary compliments that not even his mother would say when talking about him, and it all came out of Umemiya's mouth.
“No…” Endo gritted his teeth. He turned his way to the side to look at Umemiya, hoping to see that inhuman expression.
So why…why does he look so gentle? Endo was shocked, and became even more bewildered when Umemiya noticed him and stopped momentarily to plant a kiss on his lips. Such a modest kiss – when his cock was buried at the deepest part of Endo's ass. It should be laughable, but he was more likely to cry because he was overwhelmed.
That kiss also turned a switch in Umemiya's mind, because – suddenly, he sneaked his hand towards Endo's lower body and began stroking his cock. Being stimulated from both hands, with Umemiya matching his thrusts to his strokes perfectly, quickly made Endo see stars, and within moments, that warmth that pooled in his stomach caused him to shoot his cum on that sofa.
“That was amazing. ” Umemiya praised him. “Now…”
Endo couldn't have guessed that Umemiya would increase his pace further as he chased his own orgasm. At least he felt some sort of pleasure before, now it simply hurt cause he was tired and overstimulated.
Fuck him fuck him, fuck him. He chanted in his head, until he was finally detached, floating in his head. He came back to reality when he felt something sticky and warm spreading inside him.
“There we go.” Umemiya gently turned him so he'd lay on his back. It didn't escape Endo's attention that he came on this sofa moments ago and now he was laying on it. Ew. “Let me get you cleaned.” He smiled at Endo.
“Don't bother.”
“But I insist.”
Goddammit. Endo pulled his arm over his eyes and closed them. If he didn't see Umemiya, he could imagine those fleeting touches were Takiishi's. This time, his imagination could run wild, since there was an actual person cleaning him, albeit the wrong one.
This was a mistake.
Endo knew it, but his heart betrayed his head when definitely-not-Umemiya placed a kiss on his forehead.