Cops and Robbers

A/N: Well, in episode 15 there\'s a scene where Tohru is talking to Uo and Hana and suddenly, Momiji hops through the window. Turns out he\'s playing Cops and Robbers with four of his classmates. They come through the window and chase him off down the hall. This story is my take on what might happen after that. Hah. Mind you, I, for some reason, believe that Momiji would be very dirty and flirtatious (in his adorable playful way) if the show wasn\'t so... chaste. So yes. Mindless smut and the like. Ah, and I took the liberty of naming Momiji\'s classmates. They are in no way OCs, however.
Warnings: Sort of dark, semi-consensual. Plus it\'s a gang bang. *cough*

Disclaimer: Obviously not mine. Otherwise Momiji really /would/ be screwing all his classmates. :D
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The chase was surprisingly short. The blonde giggled as he ducked into the sports equipment room at the edge of the field. His pursuers threw open the door. Their leader announced to him, “We know you’re in here, Sohma Momiji! Come out or we’re coming in.”

The blonde just giggled and blew a raspberry at them from his hiding place behind the ball rack.

The four boys entered the room, sliding the door closed after them. They spread out in a solid sweep of the small shed. Momiji was easily discovered and captured.

“We have you now, you criminal!” their leader, a dark-haired boy by the name of Kimihiro Joutaro, grinned.

Two of the other boys, Shinamori Renji and Itzaki Koto, held Momiji’s arms to his sides. The blonde boy just smiled up at his captors. “Oh no! What are you going to do to me, officers?”

“Well, Sohma-kun,” Kimihiro started, advancing on the captive, “we’re going to have to administer a strict punishment.” He took Momiji’s chin in his hand and forced the boy to meet his eyes, smirking down at him. “You’re going to pay for your crimes.”

Momiji just smirked back. “Do your worst.”

Kimihiro slowly released the other boy’s face. After a brief pause in which the two locked eyes in some sort of battle, the captor raised his hand and brought it down harshly across the blonde’s face. The cry that escaped Momiji’s throat was music to the four captors’ ears.

Kimihiro turned to the fourth boy, Hitomi Hiten. “Stay by the window. Watch for anyone that might... interrupt.” He started to turn away.

Hitomi stopped him. “Wait! I want a go, too.”

His leader just smiled eerily at him. “Don’t worry. You can switch off with whichever one of us finishes first.” He turned his smile back onto Momiji.

Momiji met his gaze calmly. “If you’re trying to scare me, Kimihiro-kun, it won’t work.”

Kimihiro shrugged and signaled to the two boys holding Momiji. In moments they had him down on the ground. They removed his school slippers, then dragged his little blue shorts down over his smooth white legs. They had his briefs off soon after. That left the blonde boy half-naked and vulnerable before the hungry eyes of his captors.

Shinamori wrenched Momiji up and forced him onto all fours. The sounds of zippers descending filled Momiji’s ears. He laughed to himself slightly, as this was rather different from how he had expected the game to end, though he couldn’t relieve the apprehensive feeling that was beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach.

Kimihiro moved in front of him and dropped to his knees, presenting his endowment to the captive boy. Momiji looked up into his face, but Kimihiro fisted a hand into his blonde locks and shoved his face at the length in front of him. “This is your punishment. Take it like the bitch you are.”

Momiji was a bit taken aback at the name-calling, but he dutifully took Kimihiro into his mouth. It was then that he noticed the probing one of the other boys was doing behind him. He gasped around Kimihiro’s length as one vaguely moistened finger slipped into his entrance. He was given no time to adjust as another joined it. He shifted uncomfortably, though it went either unnoticed or unheeded as a third finger came inside him. He gave a soft whimper of pain, the vibrations of which seemed to please Kimihiro.

The fingers left him. Something larger brushed against his opening. Momiji closed his eyes and covered his teeth carefully, lest he bite down in pain.

The head was inside in a flash. Momiji screamed in pain, though it was lost to the length in his mouth. With a grunt and another thrust, the other boy was completely inside. The blonde’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, though tears were escaping down his cheeks. He vaguely registered the grunt as Itzaki’s voice. So it was Itzaki inside him. He felt very violated. He usually got a little foreplay, maybe a kiss or two, but this...

His thoughts were cut short as Itzaki began to thrust in and out of his depths. He squeaked uncomfortably, but his attention was drawn back to the captor in front of him as Kimihiro shifted impatiently. His hand still threaded in Momiji’s hair, he forced the boy a bit further down.

Shinamori had moved behind Itzaki, feeling no particular desire to take advantage of the blonde boy.

Hitomi was barely paying attention to what was going on outside the storeroom. His eyes tended to stray to where Momiji was. His hand was down the front of his trousers, working furiously.

Momiji was trying to ignore the vague discomfort he was feeling. At least the pain was disappearing. He began paying more attention to his technique on Kimihiro, running his tongue against the underside, sucking gently on the head.

This did not go unnoticed. Kimihiro smirked at him, groaning at the feeling. “Nn, you’re awfully good at this, aren’t you? Had a lot of practice, you little slut?”

Momiji tried to pull off to let Kimihiro that the insults were not okay. However, at that moment, Itzaki gave a particularly rough shove, forcing Momiji’s throat back down onto Kimihiro. The blonde choked and coughed violently around the erection in his mouth. His captors seemed to pay this no mind, relentlessly seeking their own pleasure.

Kimihiro gazed down at Momiji with a condescending expression. He tugged at those blonde locks and growled, “Back to work, you filthy whore.”

Once Momiji had caught his breath, he grudgingly continued working on Kimihiro, using his best techniques in an attempt to get it over quicker. He couldn’t wait for this to be over. Though that changed as one of Itzaki’s stray thrusts caused his vision to go white. He cried out at the sudden pleasure.

Itzaki hit the spot a few more times. Momiji moved back against him, eager for that feeling. He sucked hard on Kimihiro’s erection as his breathing became ragged. The captor before him groaned and tightened his grip on Momiji’s hair.

Kimihiro pulled out halfway and wrapped a hand around himself. He began pumping the base as Momiji bobbed on the head. With a groan, he pulled all the way out and, after pumping a couple more times, reached nirvana, letting loose his seed onto his captive’s face.

With his mouth empty, Momiji began moaning loudly. He moved back against Itzaki’s hard thrusts, which were becoming erratic. He felt a hand encircle his own length and was taken to a new level of pleasure.

Itzaki gave a few more rough thrusts before he came, deep inside Momiji. The blonde mewled in disappointment, having not quite reached his own climax. The hand left his erection as Itzaki fell away from him. Shinamori was still within his friend, though he appeared to have finished as well. The two became more concerned with each other than the others.

Kimihiro moved to the window. “Your turn,” he muttered to Hitomi.

Momiji had rolled onto his back and was stroking himself, desperately seeking his own relief. Hitomi caught his arm and wrenched it over his head. He pinned Momiji’s wrists with one hand while he used the other to hitch one of the blonde’s legs over his shoulder. He moved into position, trusting the seed of his comrade to serve as the lubrication he needed.

Hitomi was inside him in one swift thrust, earning a strangled cry of both pleasure and pain. Hitomi smirked slightly. Momiji looked just the way he had always dreamed, sweat-soaked and wanton, his beautiful brown eyes gazing up at him, begging him for release. He began to move inside his captive, not wanting to give himself enough time to become lost in his usual fantasies.

He thrust hard, searching for that special spot that, he hoped, would make Momiji scream. The boy was already moaning wildly, raising his hips to meet the incoming thrusts. Finally, he found it. Sure enough, the blonde screamed, his back arching sharply.

Hitomi ceased his moving and looked down into his captive’s half-lidded eyes. “Is that what you want?”

Playing along, Momiji nodded fiercely.

Hitomi smirked down at him. “Beg for it. Beg like the whore you are.”

“Please...”

“Please what?”

“...Please...”

“Please what? Beg for me!”

“Pleeease, Hitomi-kun!”

His name on those beautiful lips made Hitomi’s hips shudder. He lost the will to tease and began thrusting harshly against the spot he had found. Momiji cried out, arching wildly, bucking his hips up to meet the thrusts.

Mere moments later, Momiji gave another scream and clenched his muscles around Hitomi’s length before reaching climax, coating their stomachs and uniform shirts. Hitomi followed soon after, filling Momiji for the second time that day. Fully spent, they collapsed.

There was a heavy feeling in the air. All five of the boys were panting, though some harder than others. Kimihiro was the first to be able to speak.

“We need to get out of here.”

He and the other three captors slowly climbed to their feet, pulling up their pants and straightening their uniforms. They left soon after, leaving a semi-conscious, semen-covered Momiji alone on the floor.

Kimihiro paused in the door to turn back to the blonde. “If we catch you again, the punishment will be far more severe, you dirty crook.” He smiled as he said it.

Momiji returned the smile, despite how exhausted he felt. “I can’t wait.”

~FIN?

A/N: That could\'ve been better.