Sprict Gone Mad

Fandom/Pairing: s-CRY-ed, Ryuhou/Kazuma
Title: Sprict Gone Mad
Theme: #19: The Gymnasium, or, \"Who Likes Short-Shorts?\"
Rating: NC-17/M
Summary: Unkei’s script goes in a MUCH different direction than he intended. Alt-ending to episode 8. Written for 30_Lemons theme #19: The Gymnasium, or, \"Who Likes Short-Shorts?\"
Disclaimer: We don’t own ‘em. Wish we did, there’d be much more boys kissing in the show.

A/N: \"LoveFloop\" is the brainchild of fic authors Eloy Brightdreamer and Lennith. If you enjoy these co-authored fics, perhaps you\'ll like our individual ones as well!

Blinding light blocked out everything but the opponent in front of him. Cheers of an unseen crowd echoed from the darkened bleachers of the fighting auditorium. Rubber mats squeaked under his wrestling shoes. The unfamiliar tightness of padding on his head and hands restricted movement. All surrounded and pulsed through Kazuma\'s body, sending a thrill to his very core. \"Come on...\" he muttered to the green-haired man in front of him, his enemy--no, simply an opponent in this fight-game.

Kazuma strikes...!

Darting forward, he leveled a blow at Ryuhou\'s head...

Ryuhou blocks...

...which was blocked by a quick forearm. Settling back into a defensive position, he readied himself for Ryuhou\'s attack. He felt a smile spread across his face as his heart raced with the thrill of the fight.

Kazuma smiles...

He saw the same expression on Ryuhou\'s face as they launched blow after blow at each other, settling into a familiar dance... though this time with no threat of death or injury.

Ryuhou smiles back... and then...

As the final buzzer sounded, the two men landed one final hit to the side of each other\'s helmets, ending the match in a tie. As Kazuma lay on the cool mat and pulled off his helmet and gloves, he felt another shudder run through his body. It felt so damn good to fight Ryuhou like this... as an equal, not an enemy or rival. Why had he wasted all his time trying to kill him? This felt so much better... he never wanted it to end.

Ryuhou offers friendship...

Vaguely, he heard the other man\'s voice, saying that he was accepted as a member of HOLY, and he raised his head, seeing the bare, outstretched hand in front of him. Reaching up, he firmly grasped Ryuhou\'s fingers, pulling himself to his feet.

Kazuma takes his hand...

After he stood, panting, he continued to clasp Ryuhou\'s hand tightly, feeling an almost electric surge pass through the touch. Raising his eyes, he met the intense ruby gaze across from him, and he gasped softly. Something in those eyes reflected a desire he felt deep within himself... and he knew that Ryuhou wanted more, just as he did. Despite his words that the fight was over, he had a feeling something else was just beginning. \"Whaddya say we get out of here?\" he said, leaning forward to whisper the words almost directly into the other man\'s ear.

They decide to be the best friends ever... the unstoppable team, Kazuma and Ryuhou!

Ryuhou looked vaguely surprised at the sudden shift of their tension from physical to sexual in nature... but at least he looked interested. The crimson eyes swept over him briefly, and the other man smiled slightly in approval. \"Alright,\" Ryuhou replied, the corners of his mouth curving.

Ryuhou accepts Kazuma\'s friendship with a smile.

\"I don\'t know about you, but I could use a shower,\" Kazuma suggested with obvious innuendo, picking at the front of his sweat-soaked tank top for emphasis.

The smoldering in Ryuhou\'s eyes flared and banked itself once more. \"We can use the officer\'s locker room. Rank hath it\'s privaleges,\" he said evenly, leading the way.

Ryuhou graciously offers to use the officer\'s facilities, wanting to bond with his new teammate.

Kazuma snickered, allowing his rival to tow him like an errant child. \"RHIP, eh? That\'s what\'ll be on your headstone,\" he chortled. To his surprise, Ryuhou did not rise to the bait. In fact, the elder man chuckled lightly at the joke, elegantly typing in the code to the locker room.

No sooner had the door closed and locked behind them than Kazuma grabbed the taller man by the shoulders, fingers hooking under the thin straps of his tank top as he pulled him close for a rough kiss. The rows of lockers stood like silent grey soldiers, impassively watching as Kazuma shoved Ryuhou against one of their doors. Without wasting time, Kazuma pressed his body flush against the other man\'s, anxious hands already working up under the hem of his shirt.

The two men talk in the locker room... wait, what are you doing?

Groaning roughly, Kazuma ground his hips against Ryuhou\'s, his eyelids fluttering at the sensations that raced through his body and focused in his groin. The thin spandex shorts each were wearing did little to hide the fact that they were both quickly becoming aroused. Biting at Ryuhou\'s lower lip, Kazuma slid his hand down his body, trailing together the beads of sweat on his chest and stomach before rubbing over the hardening bulge he could feel through the thin material. God... he could feel... everything. Grinning, he traced his fingers over the ridge just under the head of Ryuhou\'s cock, caressing him through the material. \"And here I thought you didn\'t like me...\" he murmured against his lips.

This isn\'t the script I wrote! What are you doing?

Kazuma licked his lips as Ryuhou moaned and thrust his hips into his hand. The redhead felt his cock twitch as the body against him struggled briefly for breath. Who\'d have thought the ice-cold prodigy of HOLY could make noises like that? \"Liking... wasn\'t the issue,\" Ryuhou replied finally. He rolled his hips again, encouraging Kazuma to get on with it and go in for the kill.

How could this possibly happen?! What is going on? Why won\'t they obey me?

\"Is that so?\" Kazuma chuckled, working his fingers over the hard length insistently, though still keeping his hand on the outside of the cloth. After a few moments, he paused in his attentions long enough to strip off his own shirt and Ryuhou\'s, tossing them negligently on the floor. Pressing himself back against the other man, he sighed in pleasure at the feeling of bare skin against his own. \"So, how about that shower?\" he asked with a smirk, pressing his thigh between Ryuhou\'s legs.

How dare they change the ending to my perfect story! It was beautiful! A work of art!

Ryuhou arched against him, brushing his hands up Kazuma\'s back. \"Sounds good to me,\" he said breathlessly. He tried to still his hips, obviously frustrated by Kazuma\'s inconsistent touch.

The redhead\'s smirk widened. He tightened his hand around Ryuhou clothed cock and backed off. \"Well,\" he grunted. \"Let\'s go then.\" The newly initiated HOLY member proceeded to lead his senior officer to the shower, pulling him along by his dick.

Wrong, wrong, this is all wrong!

Ryuhou gave a strangled cry, but luckily the shower wasn\'t far. He muttered at Kazuma to wait a moment as they passed the door and hastily punched in the lock code. Good thing, too, because moments later the two men were naked, writhing against one another under water so hot that sweat mixed with the spray.

Kazuma forced Ryuhou back against the wall, his palms on the cool tile on either side of Ryuhou\'s head. The view was rather nice. Kazuma had always admitted to himself that Ryuhou was hot when his eyes flashed with anger. That was no comparison as to how he looked pressing against him, erection dripping and hard as steel against his, face red with lust and embarrassment. Kazuma bit back a groan. \"So, sempai,\" he drawled huskily. \"Wanna give me orders or something?\"

My God, it\'s like a bad porno flick! What have they done to my masterpiece!?!

Panting, Ryuhou looked down at Kazuma through hooded ruby eyes, darkened by lust. His hips rocked against the other man\'s, seemingly of their own volition. \"Fuck me,\" he commanded, a slight tremor in his voice. \"Now.\"

A smirk twisted the corners of Kazuma\'s mouth. \"Yes, sir,\" he replied with a two-fingered mock-salute. Grabbing Ryuhou\'s waist, he spun him around, forcing him to brace himself against the tile with both hands. Stepping forward, he positioned himself between Ryuhou\'s long legs, spreading them apart. \"You want this?\" he murmured, reaching down to trace his fingertips around the other man\'s entrance. His cock throbbed almost painfully, and he couldn\'t help thrusting against the enticing curve of Ryuhou\'s ass.

\"God, y-yes...\" Ryuhou nearly whimpered, his arms visibly trembling. Kazuma wondered a bit at that... the other seemed to be giving in way too easily. He\'d expected to have to fight a bit for seme... but all doubts were overwhelmed by the lust sweeping through him.

They\'re not following what I wrote... they\'re not... but... this isn\'t a bad ending...

Grabbing a bottle of conditioner off the shower caddy, Kazuma dumped a liberal amount into his palm and slicked up his demanding erection. He wanted nothing more than to slam into the trembling body in front of him, but he decided he\'d be at least a little considerate. Spreading a bit more on his fingers, he probed for Ryuhou\'s entrance again, then pushed inside of him, trying to go as slow as his hormone-charged body would allow.

Hmm... maybe this will be an even better ending. I can change my script a little...

Ryuhou let out a low keen and bucked back against the seeking fingers. Curling his fingers in startlement, Kazuma was rewarded with another cry and a shudder as his fingers pressed against Ryuhou\'s pleasure zone.

\"God... Hurry up... Ka...\" Ryuhou pleaded, again sounding strangely passive. The rogue didn\'t know how to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. That was all the permission he needed before his hastily prepared erection was pushing forward into Ryuhou. Searing heat and slickness wrapped around him, squeezing him and drawing him deeper. It was all he could do to bite back a moan from the pain/pleasure of being strangled within Ryuhou\'s body. Finally he was fully seated within his rival. Kazuma stilled, allowing the elder man to adjust. He was so fucking tight. Kazuma hadn\'t thought a person could BE so tight. The muscles of Ryuhou\'s back jumped. It had to hurt.

\"M... move,\" came the low command.

Kazuma quirked a brow. \"Yes, sir,\" he repeated. He pulled back, drawing himself almost completely out of Ryuhou before driving home again.

They\'re not... they\'re not doing what I told them... but still, it\'s a good ending... a better ending! They will be lovers and comrades, stronger than ever!

The sound of moaning and harsh panting echoed off the tile walls, reverberating around the two men as they moved in desperate unison. Kazuma thought he heard a few pained whimpers and pleas from Ryuhou, but he was too far gone to care. Already, his climax was fast approaching, and he bit his lip hard to stave it off. Wrapping one arm around Ryuhou\'s waist, he reached down with his free hand and began to stroke the other man\'s twitching cock. Ryuhou cried out, arching back against him, his wet green hair falling into his eyes. The cry strengthened into a scream, and with a few more rough, insistent strokes and slamming thrusts he was pushed over the edge. Kazuma wished he could have seen the other man\'s face better, but the sounds he made, the evidence of his pleasure splattering against the tile and over his fingers were enough to get him high. Muscles convulsed around his cock, drawing him into the great oblivion of orgasm. With a fierce growl he rocked into Ryuhou one more time, causing the man\'s knees to buckle, and released himself into his rival with sharp jerks.

Ooooh, the climax of the story! Mine would have been far more powerful. Er...

Ryuhou let out a sound something like a mix of a gasp and a mewl, as some of Kazuma\'s cum spilled over, trickling down his thighs. Both men relaxed, still breathing raggedly, their limbs limp as noodles.

With a groan, Kazuma reluctantly pulled out of Ryuhou\'s body, a residual shiver running pleasantly through him. \"Damn, that was fucking great,\" he murmured, pressing a sated kiss to the warm, wet skin of Ryuhou\'s shoulder. To his surprise, he felt the other man\'s body shake, and heard what sounded like a choked sob. \"Oi... what\'s wrong?\" Pulling back, he grabbed Ryuhou\'s shoulders and turned him around, frowning as he saw the tears mixing with sweat and water on his cheeks. He didn\'t think he\'d been THAT rough... \"What\'s your... ack!\" He was cut off as Ryuhou\'s arms flung around his shoulders, and the other man buried his face in his shoulder.

\"Ka-Kazuma... that was so... wonderful...\" Ryuhou sniffled. \"I never thought... but it\'s happened, and... I love you... I love you, Kazuma!\" Another sob shook his body.

A tearful confession of love solidifies their budding relationship...

Kazuma felt his blood suddenly transmute to ice. \".... Wha?\" His inadequate response tore another fit of bawling. The redhead twitched. Sure, pawing and warm sticky substances being rubbed on him was fine during sex, but after it...?

Kazuma comforts Ryuhou, patting his shoulder compassionately. Their mutual emotion draws them closer!

He forced the other man back by the shoulder. Although he put all of his strength into the gesture, he was only able budge Ryuhou a few inches. It was if Ryuhou had been turned into lead. Sticky, needy lead. \"What the fuck is going on?\" Kazuma demanded roughly. \"If this is some way of mocking me I\'m gonna give your ass ANOTHER pounding!\"

Gyah! I had it there for a moment! Now what\'s happening?

Ryuhou blinked up at the rogue through his tears. The glow of his crimson eyes, forest green hair and blushing cheeks was so lovely it made Kazum feel the need to vomit. \"But Kazuma... Don\'t you feel as if we are closer now? Don\'t you feel as if we\'re one?\" Ryuhou\'s eyes dimmed. The fuzzy stare sharpened, awaiting agreement.

The red-head shook his head in disbelief. \"L-look, uh, I don\'t thi-\"

\"Kazuma, I love you.\"

Kazuma returns Ryuhou\'s respect...

The native alter shoved Ryuhou back with little tenderness. \"Something\'s not right here,\" he husked, desperately trying to evade the creeping fingers trying to clutch at him.

\"Kazuma, I love you, marry me,\" Ryuhou gasped, panting and sniffling as he slid on the tile.

Somewhere, in a distant universe, time stopped and imploded on itself. \"You are NOT Ryuhou!\"

\"But I need you! We could have children!\"

They would be a happy HOLY family, so deeply in love... wait, he\'s not following the script again!

\"What. The. FUCK?\" Kazuma backpedaled frantically, slipping on the wet floor. Alarms, gongs, and klaxons were blaring madly in his subconscious. This... was not Ryuhou. Ryuhou was not a weak, weeping, clingy person, he was... Kazuma\'s... enemy! \"You\'re not him!\" he shouted, his Alter forming over his arm. \"Who the fuck are you?\" How could I forget... Kanami, Kimishima... everyone... what the hell am I DOING? With a cry, he launched himself at his enemy, ignoring the high-pitched scream as his fist approached.

Nooooo! My script!

In a flash, Ryuhou, the shower, everything in the room shattered and disappeared as Kazuma\'s fist made contact. Abruptly, he found himself fully clothed in his normal attire, standing in the middle of what appeared to be an empty lot.

Kazuma looked about himself, dazed. He was alone, dry and cold with a rather unforgettable stain soaking the front of his pants. \"W-what the FUCK is going on? These HOLY bastards are FREAKS!\" The concrete ground of the lot suffered for his frustration. It shattered to pieces under his Altered fist, giving him acess to the HOLD levels below. He remembered his purpose. It wasn\'t to have wet dreams of fucking Ryuhou in a shower.

Elsewhere in the HOLY compound, a bulking uniformed figure with a distinctive pink afro clutched reams of paper in his fists.

\"Why did it go wrong... Mad Sprict...\" Unkei groaned. The paper only crumpled under his fingers, offering no response. \"Some powerful force must have interfered, but what?\"

The moments ticked by in silence. \"Although... If it weren\'t for Kazuma\'s impudence at the end... It was actually not bad.\"

The paper crinkled in agreement.

\"Maybe I should become... a fanfic writer!\"

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