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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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2,775
Reviews:
3
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0
Currently Reading:
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Training Schedule
Fandom/Pairing: s-CRY-ed, Kazuma/Ryuhou
Title: Training Schedule
Authors: and
Rating: R for spanking the HOLY monkey.
Format: One-shot, PWP
Summary: Ryuhou trains to defeat Kazuma, but his subconscious apparently has other ideas. Written for challenge #21, \"Alone Time\" (or, \"When I Think About You, I Touch Myself\").
A/N: \"LoveFloop\" is the brainchild of fic authors Eloy Brightdreamer and Valkyrielennith. If you enjoy these co-authored fics, perhaps you\'ll like our individual ones as well!
Ryuhou slammed his palms into the wall at the empty HOLY gym, bending over nearly double as he gasped for breath. Sweat dripped into his eyes, running in rivulets from his ragged-cut bangs plastered to his forehead. His bare arms trembled under the effort of holding himself steady, muscles pushed far beyond their limits by lifting increasingly heavy weights. Ryuhou\'s legs threatened to buckle, having been forced to run faster and harder on the treadmill than ever before. Yet... it still wasn\'t enough. Pushing away from the wall, Ryuhou straightened his back, tossing his soaked hair out of his eyes. He could do more, push harder, continue his training. It was late, and nearly everyone at HOLD had retired for the night, but Ryuhou was determined to work at least another hour before his body collapsed. He had to. Kazuma... you are mine... my enemy... I will defeat you! His teeth clenched, Ryuhou dropped to the floor and began a set of one-arm push-ups.
Over an hour later, Ryuhou stumbled back into his quarters, utterly exhausted, yet thrilled that his body had withstood so much punishment. Yet, there was something he was lacking, something that he couldn\'t quite reach, no matter how hard he pushed. It would require some thought... perhaps he would add another round on the treadmill tomorrow. He would get stronger, no matter what the cost. That man... Kazuma... would not even have a chance against him the next time they met in battle.
Moving slowly to the bathroom, Ryuhou stripped his sweat-soaked clothes from his body, tossing them in the clothes hamper on the way by. A warm shower would relax his muscles and prepare him for the day tomorrow. Stepping under the streaming hot water, he released a private, almost indulgent sigh. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he let the water run over his face as he tried to let his thoughts go blank. But one face kept filling his mind... the smirking, defiant visage of NP32... no, Kazuma, would not leave him alone.
The images surfaced so vividly. He could almost taste the air of the interrogation room. He could almost still smell the man\'s scent, remember the sensation of his smooth skin breaking so prettily under his fist. The intense golden gaze fixed on him with raw hatred and challenge in his mind’s eye, and Ryuhou gasped as a sudden heat rushed through his body. He could see Kazuma glaring at him through the security camera, grinning in feral rebellion, another jolt causing him to groan and take a ragged breath.
\"Kazuma...\" He didn\'t notice or care that he\'d said the name aloud, or that his hand had moved to slide gracefully down his body, tracing the lines of hard muscle on his chest and stomach, then lower.... Kazuma’s defiant voice echoed in his ears, and Ryuhou clenched his teeth, shaking his head as if to rid it of the persistent sounds. Another tremor ripped through his body, focusing in his groin as he pictured the images recorded by the security cameras, watching Kazuma lie dejected and drained in his cell... yet with his eyes still staring upward with fiery passion and hatred.
It was almost a surprise to Ryuhou when he felt his hand wrap boldly around his quickening erection. “Kazuma...” he repeated, his voice harsh rough with lust as he began to move his fingers over himself. I want to destroy everything you are... The hot water sluiced over his skin, making even the gentle but insistent strokes on his cock tug and pull nearly painfully. I want to break you. The insolent smirk, the fanatical competitive drive. I will possess you.
Ryuhou struggled to take in breath, tilting his head back under the hot spray. Of course, he\'d indulged in this activity before, like any other hormone-driven youth, but never had it been so intense, nor had the impetus been the same... not that it mattered. At the moment his entire existence had a toothy grin and amber eyes. Groaning, he reached out and grabbed the bar of soap, coating his hand with the slick substance before lowering it again to pump his arousal more insistantly. The soap allowed his fingers to slide more easily over his hard flesh, and he gasped in near-startled pleasure. Moaning, he leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall, jerking himself harder and faster as he gave in and let the mental images wash over him like the water raining down from above. Kazuma would never stand a chance... Kazuma would be broken, crushed, defeated by Ryuhou\'s own hand... the same hand currently rubbing frantically over his cock. \"Kazu... ma,\" Ryuhou choked out, his voice cracked with a groan as another shudder of pleasure rippled through him.
Unbidden, a new image blared behind his eyelids. He almost gagged as another rush left him trembling, harder than he had ever been before. Kazuma, naked beneath him, hot and vibrant, groaning and calling Ryuhou\'s name while Ryuhou drove into him furiously.
\"Fu... Fuc-aaaahh!\" His body began to move in time with his breath and strokes, hips snapping forward to meet his fist. Kazuma\'s body gripped around him tightly, his fingernails raking red gashes down Ryuhou\'s back. Precum leaked heavily down his erection... he was so close, his body aching for release from this torture.
The scenario shifted again. This time he was on his back, Kazuma above him, biting at his neck as he rocked into Ryuhou\'s vulnerable body. With every thrust he hit something inside of him that caused him to cry out with pleasure. Kazuma watched him lazily through a amber eyes, smirking and grunting as Ryuhou screamed his name.
In a violent lurch, the knot in Ryuhou\'s stomach let loose. He groaned hoarsely into the quiet patter of water, body convulsing and thrumming in pleasure as his seed spurted over his hand, stomach and the tile wall before slowly dispersing in the stream.
Panting harshly, Ryuhou held his hand out under the water, watching the whitish fluid wash away. He shivered... where had those final images come from? He didn\'t want Kazuma in that way, not in the slightest. Frowning, he reached for the soap again and began to wash himself, trying to work out the problem in his head. Perhaps it was the effect of thinking of Kazuma as he... did that. He had started by fantasizing about defeating him... naturally, his mind had warped it to something sexual as his level of arousal increased. Yes, that was a perfectly logical explanation. He would just forget about those mental pictures... the imagined feel of Kazuma\'s bare skin beneath his hands... the heat of him inside his body... no. Those were simply twisted products of his body\'s lust and his mind\'s desire to destroy the rogue native Alter user. Nodding firmly, he returned to the task of washing, already planning his next day\'s training schedule. Now, he was more determined than ever to find Kazuma, and make him pay.
FINIS
Title: Training Schedule
Authors:
Rating: R for spanking the HOLY monkey.
Format: One-shot, PWP
Summary: Ryuhou trains to defeat Kazuma, but his subconscious apparently has other ideas. Written for
A/N: \"LoveFloop\" is the brainchild of fic authors Eloy Brightdreamer and Valkyrielennith. If you enjoy these co-authored fics, perhaps you\'ll like our individual ones as well!
Ryuhou slammed his palms into the wall at the empty HOLY gym, bending over nearly double as he gasped for breath. Sweat dripped into his eyes, running in rivulets from his ragged-cut bangs plastered to his forehead. His bare arms trembled under the effort of holding himself steady, muscles pushed far beyond their limits by lifting increasingly heavy weights. Ryuhou\'s legs threatened to buckle, having been forced to run faster and harder on the treadmill than ever before. Yet... it still wasn\'t enough. Pushing away from the wall, Ryuhou straightened his back, tossing his soaked hair out of his eyes. He could do more, push harder, continue his training. It was late, and nearly everyone at HOLD had retired for the night, but Ryuhou was determined to work at least another hour before his body collapsed. He had to. Kazuma... you are mine... my enemy... I will defeat you! His teeth clenched, Ryuhou dropped to the floor and began a set of one-arm push-ups.
Over an hour later, Ryuhou stumbled back into his quarters, utterly exhausted, yet thrilled that his body had withstood so much punishment. Yet, there was something he was lacking, something that he couldn\'t quite reach, no matter how hard he pushed. It would require some thought... perhaps he would add another round on the treadmill tomorrow. He would get stronger, no matter what the cost. That man... Kazuma... would not even have a chance against him the next time they met in battle.
Moving slowly to the bathroom, Ryuhou stripped his sweat-soaked clothes from his body, tossing them in the clothes hamper on the way by. A warm shower would relax his muscles and prepare him for the day tomorrow. Stepping under the streaming hot water, he released a private, almost indulgent sigh. Tilting his head back and closing his eyes, he let the water run over his face as he tried to let his thoughts go blank. But one face kept filling his mind... the smirking, defiant visage of NP32... no, Kazuma, would not leave him alone.
The images surfaced so vividly. He could almost taste the air of the interrogation room. He could almost still smell the man\'s scent, remember the sensation of his smooth skin breaking so prettily under his fist. The intense golden gaze fixed on him with raw hatred and challenge in his mind’s eye, and Ryuhou gasped as a sudden heat rushed through his body. He could see Kazuma glaring at him through the security camera, grinning in feral rebellion, another jolt causing him to groan and take a ragged breath.
\"Kazuma...\" He didn\'t notice or care that he\'d said the name aloud, or that his hand had moved to slide gracefully down his body, tracing the lines of hard muscle on his chest and stomach, then lower.... Kazuma’s defiant voice echoed in his ears, and Ryuhou clenched his teeth, shaking his head as if to rid it of the persistent sounds. Another tremor ripped through his body, focusing in his groin as he pictured the images recorded by the security cameras, watching Kazuma lie dejected and drained in his cell... yet with his eyes still staring upward with fiery passion and hatred.
It was almost a surprise to Ryuhou when he felt his hand wrap boldly around his quickening erection. “Kazuma...” he repeated, his voice harsh rough with lust as he began to move his fingers over himself. I want to destroy everything you are... The hot water sluiced over his skin, making even the gentle but insistent strokes on his cock tug and pull nearly painfully. I want to break you. The insolent smirk, the fanatical competitive drive. I will possess you.
Ryuhou struggled to take in breath, tilting his head back under the hot spray. Of course, he\'d indulged in this activity before, like any other hormone-driven youth, but never had it been so intense, nor had the impetus been the same... not that it mattered. At the moment his entire existence had a toothy grin and amber eyes. Groaning, he reached out and grabbed the bar of soap, coating his hand with the slick substance before lowering it again to pump his arousal more insistantly. The soap allowed his fingers to slide more easily over his hard flesh, and he gasped in near-startled pleasure. Moaning, he leaned his forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall, jerking himself harder and faster as he gave in and let the mental images wash over him like the water raining down from above. Kazuma would never stand a chance... Kazuma would be broken, crushed, defeated by Ryuhou\'s own hand... the same hand currently rubbing frantically over his cock. \"Kazu... ma,\" Ryuhou choked out, his voice cracked with a groan as another shudder of pleasure rippled through him.
Unbidden, a new image blared behind his eyelids. He almost gagged as another rush left him trembling, harder than he had ever been before. Kazuma, naked beneath him, hot and vibrant, groaning and calling Ryuhou\'s name while Ryuhou drove into him furiously.
\"Fu... Fuc-aaaahh!\" His body began to move in time with his breath and strokes, hips snapping forward to meet his fist. Kazuma\'s body gripped around him tightly, his fingernails raking red gashes down Ryuhou\'s back. Precum leaked heavily down his erection... he was so close, his body aching for release from this torture.
The scenario shifted again. This time he was on his back, Kazuma above him, biting at his neck as he rocked into Ryuhou\'s vulnerable body. With every thrust he hit something inside of him that caused him to cry out with pleasure. Kazuma watched him lazily through a amber eyes, smirking and grunting as Ryuhou screamed his name.
In a violent lurch, the knot in Ryuhou\'s stomach let loose. He groaned hoarsely into the quiet patter of water, body convulsing and thrumming in pleasure as his seed spurted over his hand, stomach and the tile wall before slowly dispersing in the stream.
Panting harshly, Ryuhou held his hand out under the water, watching the whitish fluid wash away. He shivered... where had those final images come from? He didn\'t want Kazuma in that way, not in the slightest. Frowning, he reached for the soap again and began to wash himself, trying to work out the problem in his head. Perhaps it was the effect of thinking of Kazuma as he... did that. He had started by fantasizing about defeating him... naturally, his mind had warped it to something sexual as his level of arousal increased. Yes, that was a perfectly logical explanation. He would just forget about those mental pictures... the imagined feel of Kazuma\'s bare skin beneath his hands... the heat of him inside his body... no. Those were simply twisted products of his body\'s lust and his mind\'s desire to destroy the rogue native Alter user. Nodding firmly, he returned to the task of washing, already planning his next day\'s training schedule. Now, he was more determined than ever to find Kazuma, and make him pay.
FINIS