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There is a low whine that forms in the back of Akehoshi Subaru’s throat.
Seiya chases it, seeks it out like he’s a man desperate for water in the middle of the desert. His fingers curl again and he feels himself come alive with each tear that streaks down his son’s friend’s face. He’s overstimulated and Seiya can see that, he can feel it, but it’s not enough.
Subaru has to feel for the both of them, to make up for all the time lost.
“Akehoshi…” Seiya whispers. Subaru responds by pulling against the restraints overhead, tugging on them like he could leave. Like he wants to leave.
Seiya remembers the way his father acted the same. The game the two of them would play.
“Let me take care of you,” he says instead of drawing comparisons aloud. He does not say you look just like your father, does not bring up something so sensitive right after he was put on display for the entire SS to judge. No, this isn’t about Seiya, this shouldn’t be about Seiya, it should be about Subaru. In the end, it’s all about that Akehoshi.
Subaru looks up at him with watery eyes. Seiya’s pressed three of his fingers up to the second knuckle, curling them and pressing against his sweet sensitive spot. He’s rewarded with another whimper, Subaru’s untouched cock twitching as he presses in deeper.
When his fingers are pulled back there’s another whine, this time more frustrated than anything. Seiya thinks about how Akehoshi didn’t really talk much when they fooled around like this, how he too would whine and blink back tears. He thinks about all the ways he took him, how he made him cry out his name over and over again – and how he’s going to make Subaru do the same.
He thinks that if he turns him over, puts his ass in the air, he can pretend that he’s someone else.
It’s tempting, but he lets that thought pass by. He wants the boy under him as much as he wants the man that’s dead. Pretending otherwise is disingenuous.
Seiya leans in close and touches down his chest. He runs his finger over Subaru’s nipple, wondering if it’s sensitive. It is, if the way Subaru bites his lower lip is any indication. He enjoys the reaction for just a moment before leaning in and running his tongue along it, flicking and sucking and not stopping despite the desperate little gasps. Seiya feels himself aching through his pants, his button down too oppressive and tight on his aroused body.
He resists the urge to pull his cock out and press it into Subaru’s cute, tight little ass. He’s in too good a position, tied up and naked and flushed and desperate. Seiya likes it this way. Likes the way that he’s in complete control, likes to pretend he’s the one who is orchestrating this entire thing.
Deep in his mind, he knows that the real director of this scene is the ghost of a man long-since dead.
Seiya pulls away from Subaru’s chest. He looks down at him, at the expanse of pale skin that is yet to be bruised and bitten. He decides then that this is what he’ll need to work on next. Still, he’s only human, and he’s feeling a growing heat in the pit of his stomach; he reaches down and lets his cock slip out between the zipper of his trousers.
He does not miss the slight widening of Subaru’s eyes. He does not miss the way his wet, inviting lips part with a silent ‘o’. Seiya considers himself to be hardly human, considers each move he makes to be robotic and with a careful set of pre-determined instructions, but something about this boy’s expression makes him feel alive again.
“Good boy,” Seiya says. Akehoshi shivers.
He moves between his legs. Subaru spreads his thighs apart and silently begs for some sort of stimulation, something that Seiya finds he needs just as much. Sometimes, in brief fleeting moments, he feels alive. He wants to chase it until the high comes down, and he wants to make sure Akehoshi feels it too.
To make up for time lost, of course.
“You’re a very good boy, Akehoshi,” he says. He enters Subaru at a painfully slow rate, making him whine again. “You’ve done such a good job. This is your reward for taking care of my son through all of this.”
Subaru wraps a leg around Seiya’s waist. The feeling is familiar, a tight desperate little embrace that’s purely sexual in nature. It makes Seiya’s head spin, and he begins to move immediately. The way Subaru under him shivers and gasps just urges him to keep moving.
“That’s right. That’s a good boy, aren’t you?”
Subaru opens his mouth and moans – the sound is loud, so loud that Seiya is pleasantly surprised. This is something unlike that Akehoshi, who was always loud in his laughter and his jokes but never in bed. The stark difference always delighted Seiya, but he finds this delights him too.
“Am… am I…”
Seiya leans down close, but doesn’t kiss him. He moves his hips harder, angling himself to hit just right – the exact same way he used to take Subaru’s father. “Are you what, Akehoshi?”
Subaru’s eyes close. There are twin tears that streak down his cheeks. Seiya doesn’t know what they mean, but he finds them fascinating nonetheless. “Am I like him…?”
Seiya nods. He does not think about what the right answer is, he does not think about what would be best for Subaru to hear. Instead, he simply answers him. “Yes… you’re so much like your father was…”
That seems to be the answer he was looking for. Subaru moans again, loud and a little desperate. He nods his head, eyes still closed. “I… I want to be like him…”
“You are,” Seiya breathes. His fingers are digging into Subaru’s thighs, holding him apart, making him act like an offering. “You’re just like him, you’re a good boy, you’re so well behaved and you feel so good…”
Subaru whines again. Seiya leans down and bites down on his shoulder. He bites again and again – this is what Akehoshi’s skin looked like the last time they’d fucked like this, when they were young and stupid and just getting ready to go out into the world. He bites down and leaves marks anywhere that the Trickstar uniform won’t show. It’s a reminder for Subaru later, sure, but also it satisfies Seiya’s imagination.
Subaru comes first. His cock is neglected, but much like his father he has the ability to finish with nothing but this one source of stimulation. Seiya feels him tighten and release, and hears the whine that comes with being overstimulated. He doesn’t stop.
“Just like your father…” he whispers. “Amazing… look at you, that’s impressive… what a good boy…”
Subaru nods again. More tears spring forth, but it doesn’t take too long for Seiya to finish inside of him. He fills him, doesn’t bother asking if he should pull out. Akehoshi never asked, so his son won’t either.
He lets himself enjoy a moment of bliss before he slowly pulls back. Subaru looks spent and tired beneath him, his legs still spread and the remnants of his orgasm still spread out along his stomach. Some has gotten onto Seiya’s shirt, but he finds he does not mind.
In silence he unties his hands and helps him to sit up. Subaru looks tired but happy, and Seiya holds onto that moment before he drifts back towards peaceful apathy. He watches as Subaru gets up and puts on his uniform, his legs shaking a little. As he’d thought, the bite marks do not show up above the collar of his shirt.
The silence stretches on. It’s not uncomfortable. Subaru smiles at Seiya, and Seiya reminds himself to smile back. Someone else might have said something here, but he doesn’t – he’s watched both Akehoshi leave without proper goodbyes, knowing that all they needed to say was expressed between bite marks and moans.
Subaru gives Seiya a little wave, then slips out of the room. Seiya, of course, doesn’t stop him.