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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Major_Character_Death
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Metal_Fight_Beyblade_|_Beyblade:_Metal_Fusion
  Relationship:
      Kyoya_Tategami/Ryuuga
  Character:
      Kyoya_Tategami, Ryuuga, My_Inventions
  Additional Tags:
      Angst, some_heartbreak, Cussing, Past_Rape/Non-con, Ryuuga_dying_in_the
      past, blowjob, Smut, fluffy_Ryuuga, how_is_this_even_possible?, writing
      Ryuuga_is_so_tough, the_end_is_happy_though_as_usual
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-12 Words: 2796
****** All Fall Down ******
by Pompomchan
Summary
     They never say that they love each other.
     Because Kyoya is the King of the Beasts and Ryuuga is the Dragon
     Emperor and it's definitely not their thing.
     Also, neither of them wants to be the one to fall first.
Notes
     Heya, guys!
     So I actually finished this. Never thought I would , though. Now some
     points to be noted :
     1.) I think that it would have been absolutely ludicrous to let
     Ryuuga die in the anime. I never really watched Shogun Steel so I
     don't know if he's alive or what. But I'm assuming that his body
     briefly disappeared from screen and then he was back to being alive
     again. I will cook up a story on that, later!
     2.) As in some of my other works, I believe that Kyoya left home and
     many things happened, which made him what he is. So the non-con scene
     is centered around an 11-year-old Kyoya. If you are uncomfortable
     with child abuse and stuff, beware.
     3.) I'm also assuming that Ryuuga and Kyoya were at least 15 in Metal
     Fury. So they could be in love and etc etc.
      
     Also, this thing was inspired by OneRepublic's "All Fall Down". The
     title is from the lyrics. Though I don't think there's any connection
     between the fic and the song besides the title.
     Anyway, enjoy!!!
     --------
     Dated : 03.11.2015
     Huh... Hi guys. I just went through all my works today and found some
     typos here and there., including this one. So sorry for them. Just
     give me some time and I will correct them. Plus the giant sized
     problem is that I'm crappy with all sorts of devices and haven't got
     a PC. And thank you all for reading. Loves!
See the end of the work for more notes
All Fall Down
 
27.04.2015
 
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They never say that they love each other.
Because Kyoya is the King of the Beasts and Ryuuga is the Dragon Emperor and
it's definitely not their thing.
Also, neither of them wants to be the one to fall first.
Outside, they are rivals, hateful contenders for the top - hurling curses at
each other and spitting venom constantly.
Inside, they are frantic touches, passionate kisses and whispered confessions -
burning away in the heat of the love that they make.
 
Ryuuga, of course, is a douchebag (because who the hell doesn't like tea?).
But Kyoya is in love with the fact that he gets variety sometimes, that Ryuuga
pays about three-fourths of their apartment's rent, that Ryuuga kisses so
fiercely that it burns Kyoya from the inside out but he is never ever ever in
pain.
This is how Kyoya knows that he is in love with Ryuuga.
But he will die before he admits this.
And surely Kyoya is a bastard for kicking Ryuuga awake at an ungodly hour in
the morning, for always taking too long in the shower to wash his ridiculously
long hair, for always putting up a fuss about the food he wants because
technically it's his apartment Ryuuga is living in and Ryuuga can't cook worth
shit, so he has a direct right to the freedom of speech.
But Ryuuga is in love with all these things and - maybe he's a little
masochistic here, but who cares - also the fact that Kyoya fucks so hard that
it leaves him sore for at least 3 days in a row (in a good way).
This is how Ryuuga knows that he is in love with Kyoya.
But he will die before he admits this.
 
In the midst of being douchebag-ish and hormonal 20-year-olds, Kyoya manages to
find a job (because they need the money and beyblading isn't really enough) and
Ryuuga just gets paid for free -
("Are you smuggling drugs or something?" Kyoya says, head peaking through the
bathroom door, narrowing his eyes to slits.
"Will ya at least let me piss in peace?!" Ryuuga growls, turning his face to
look at Kyoya.
"Fine" Kyoya concedes, shutting the door on his not-so-technical boyfriend's
face.)
 
Other times, when they are not having verbal wars ---
("The fuck do you think you know about me?!" Kyoya growls, tackling Ryuuga to
the floor.
Ryuuga hisses when a punch connects with his jaw.
"Fuckin' coward" he spits out. "You ran from all of it when you should have
fought!"
"Fought?"
Kyoya's smirk is not like his usual ones. This one more full of malice than
self content.
"You're one to say, aren't you?" he adds. "Letting us think you were dead, but
you were there all along! I waited for you even when you were fuckin' dead !
Four years, Ryuuga!"
"I did not ask you to!" Ryuuga returns, golden eyes flashing.
Blue eyes widen, a flash of something passes through them and is shuttered
almost immediately and all Ryuuga can think is Shit Shit Shit. He did not mean
that.
But before the punch that flies at him can connect, instinct shoots his hand up
to grab Kyoya's and then throw him off himself, only to be boxed in the side as
Kyoya's wrath breaks free with a "fuckin' bastard")
--- or doing the laundry together ---
(Ryuuga makes a face at the rapidly growing pile of boxers.
"Seriously, how many pairs have ya got?" he asks, poking one with the cleaning
brush.
"Lay off them" Kyoya warns, snatching them away. "'S none of your business."
Ryuuga's chuckle is smug as he saunters over to his (not lover, no) boyfriend,
planting his palms on Kyoya's hips with a - "Shut up and lemme take this off",
thumb running along the waistband of his Bermudas before his fingers slide in
to brush along a slowly hardening cock.
Kyoya allows him to do that with much enthusiasm and after about an hour or so
when he gets off of Ryuuga, he is wearing a Cheshire Cat grin, which sets
Ryuuga's nerves on edge.
"What the --" Ryuuga growls, eyebrows furrowing and supporting himself on his
elbows to look at the clock which displays 12:13 AM proudly.
"You! Jerk, you did that on purpose!"
"Maybe" Kyoya agrees, pulling his shorts up over his hips and then leaning down
to give the silver-haired boy a chaste kiss on the lips. "You seduced me."
Kyoya smiles down at him softly and Ryuuga's breath hitches in his throat.
Something assures him that the bastard was just lucky, that he did not really
believe that he'd be able to pull this off.
Ryuuga knows that the tint that rises on his cheeks is not missed by Kyoya,
even though he does not point it out. Another time, maybe.
"It's technically Sunday, so it's your turn" Kyoya says. "I'm goin' to bed. You
coming?"
Ryuuga somehow manages to not let the "always" slip out)
--- or something else, they make out.
 
"Shit" Ryuuga breathes, fingers snaring in Kyoya's hair as the tip of his cock
gets a nice swirl of tongue. Kyoya looks at him with his cock in his mouth,
cheeks hollowing, fingers squeezing his length from thick root to leaking tip.
The look is so sincere that Ryuuga does not stop himself from pulling Kyoya up
and kissing him thoroughly with tongue and teeth, tasting himself on Kyoya's
tongue.
When Kyoya goes down on him again, he takes him to the back of his throat.
Kyoya's name comes out in all sorts of jumbled forms as Ryuuga thrusts into the
wet heat tentatively slow, cautious of every move, because God knows that he
doesn't want Kyoya to remember. Any of it.
But the moment he feels Kyoya stop, hot puffs of air colliding with his member,
he knows that it's there.
The memories come rushing in all at once --
("C'mon, slut. Give me a nice suck… Others are waiting… Get me off and I'll
give ya something good…"
"Please… No…"
An erection near his face, fingers cupping his jaw sickeningly sweetly, someone
laughing, others joining it…
Kyoya doesn't want to plead, but.
"Hey, Kazu, look he's such a babe! Fuck! Look at that face! I want my come on
it! Woo!"
"C'mon, open that little mouth… You wanna get outta here don't you ?")
"I'm good" he says without looking at Ryuuga, hand still holding his cock in a
death grip because he doesn't want the pity, doesn't want him to think that
he's a coward, always running from his past instead of battling it head on.
"Oi, that's enough" Ryuuga says in a voice that doesn't sound as commanding as
the words should make it seem. "I don't wanna come yet. You're getting to good
at this."
Kyoya's head snaps up at that. For all the mean things he has said to this man
so far, he never expected to hear something like this and that too at a moment
like now.
Ryuuga pulls him up by the arm way too harshly, but the kiss he gives Kyoya is
softer than usual. It's warm in a tingly kind of way that Ryuuga is slowly
beginning to understand. And because he doesn't know how to say comforting
things (God, he doesn't even know what Kyoya's definition of comforting is)
without sounding like a piece of sap, he simply ends up with -
"Where did ya keep the lube, idiot?"
"I - In the drawer" Kyoya says, voice faltering in the middle. So unlike him.
"Go, get it" Ryuuga grumbles and Kyoya almost falls face first while getting
down from the bed. Ryuuga laughs like a friggin' hyena at that, Kyoya thinks
and even says so. But when Ryuuga doesn't stop, he just adds - "Shut it,
jackass!"
Kyoya throws the bottle of lube aiming right at Ryuuga's head, but the guy
dodges it somehow. When he climbs the bed, fingers wrapped around a foil of
condom, Ryuuga pulls him by his shirt on top of himself.
Ryuuga waits for the kiss to come, hot and savage and demanding, like it always
is with Kyoya. When it does, after Kyoya has stared at him for about a minute
or so with an expression Ryuuga cannot understand, fingers brushing his silver
hairs, it is too gentle for his liking and is pressed to his forehead.
He can feel Kyoya's breath against his skin, another kiss on his brow.
"Oi… What're ya doin'?" he asks, voice going gravelly at the end. This is not
good.
Kyoya rises a little to look at him.
"What do you think I'm doing?"
Golden eyes bore into him, all confused and apprehensive. So he smiles a little
and presses another kiss to Ryuuga's nose.
"I love you" he hears Kyoya say and the breath he was going to release gets
stuck in his throat. And all this while, whatever Ryuuga was expecting to find
at the end of this much awaited confession, it wasn't this. This anger.
So he locks his leg around Kyoya's waist and rolls him over with a roar.
"You! You don't get to say this! Understand?! Not now!" Ryuuga screams, the air
seeming devoid of oxygen as he pants.
He sees Kyoya's eyebrows knit together.
"Why?" Kyoya says from beneath him, a thin word hanging by an even thinner
thread.
Why indeed?
Ryuuga doesn't know because he has never known.
He doesn't know what to say, how to reply to a confession he has always wanted
but never expected, how to string together words to keep two hearts joined
instead of breaking one.
He has left his people behind too long ago to remember, hasn't had a a sister
die on him or a father kick him out of a house.
So, no. He definitely doesn't know how to deal with a Kyoya who isn't hurling
slangs at him, isn't looking at him like a competitor but a lover, who smiles
at him, holds him gently, kisses him even softer and tells him that he is
loved.
Because all that he can feel right now is a helplessness that he had felt when
they were trying to stop the Nemesis and the life had drained out of him like
water from a fountain and Kyoya had tried to mask the horror that had been so
evident on his face.
"Shut up" he says in the end, not meeting Kyoya's eyes.
Fingers on his chin turn his head towards a pair of Prussian blue orbs and
Kyoya rasps -
"Okay", slipping the condom into his palm and kissing him hard on the mouth at
the same time, tongue pushing past the barrier of lips to tangle with his.
Ryuuga pulls back from the kiss, breathing haggard, because he knows what Kyoya
is doing. This is Kyoya's way of extracting revenge.
But no matter how much Ryuuga wants this, to fuck Kyoya senseless until he is
screaming his name for days, he is not ready to fall so low.
Kyoya sheds his clothes way too fast, kisses him like a madman before rolling
them over and Ryuuga cannot understand how to take off the shirt Kyoya is still
wearing without losing a hand.
Before he is entirely sure how it ends up happening, Kyoya is on top of him,
two fingers deep inside himself, the squelch of lube ad his hisses mixing
together.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Oi! Stop this right now!" Ryuuga orders, grabbing hold of Kyoya's hand. But
Kyoya shakes him off,u pays him no heed, grabs his achingly hard length and
pushes down onto him in a single attempt.
The breath gushes out of Ryuuga in a hiss and his eyes fall shut.
Kyoya is too hot, too tight around him, and his hands automatically reach
Kyoya's hips to simultaneously pull him closer and push him away, because hell,
this is wrong.
"Kyo --" Ryuuga starts.
"What?" Kyoya hisses and his eyes fly open. The open look of contempt on
Kyoya's face is disorienting.
"Am. I. Any. Better. Than. This?" Kyoya asks, moving his hips up and down on
Ryuuga's dick.
"Ryuuga?"
That does it.
Ryuuga pulls Kyoya down on himself, thrusting into his depth without any
knowledge of where he is going and kisses him. Like his life depends on it.
"You!" Ryuuga growls into Kyoya's mouth.
"Me what?!" Kyoya spits back.
Hands grip his hips tightly, sharp nails digging in as Ryuuga thrusts upwards
into him, hitting his prostate spot on.
"Fuck!" they both growl and Ryuuga hurriedly pulls Kyoya to himself, giving him
a sloppy kiss, whispering into his mouth - "You're so…"
"I'm so what…?"
"Stubborn, idiot…" Ryuuga allows, ramming into him repeatedly, pulling Kyoya's
face up from where it has been hidden in the crook of his neck and mumbles -
"Daisuki."
Kyoya's lips part to let out a gasp as Ryuuga hits his prostate again. Blunt
nails dig into his chest as Kyoya moves over him, taking him in and out, owning
him and rejecting him, all at the same time and Ryuuga doesn't know if there is
anywhere else he wants to be without this man.
He runs his thumb along Kyoya's bottom lip, half bitten between sharp teeth,
and repeats - "I love you."
Kyoya sucks his thumb in, runs his wet tongue over it again and again.
Ryuuga brushes his cheek with the wet finger, pulls Kyoya closer.
"You're more" he breathes against Kyoya's temple. "Than this."
"Yes?" Kyoya asks and Ryuuga can hear the hope in his voice.
"Fuck! Yes!" he replies, snapping his hips up when Kyoya clenches around him.
"You close?" he asks.
"Aa."
With that, Ryuuga grabs onto Kyoya's waist and thrusts upward in a sharp jab.
He sets up a relentless, punishing rhythm because for some reason, he's sure
that Kyoya would love every bit of it.
Even then he doesn't want Kyoya to be thinking of anything other than him and
his cock and this. Them.
So he asks - "Oi, you okay?"
Even mid-coitus, Kyoya manages to glare at him so dangerously with half lidded
eyes that Ryuuga would have lost his balls, had he been a lesser man.
"You shut up and fuck me, bastard!" Kyoya all but growls. "Stop being such a
pussy!"
Ryuuga, of course, obliges.
Before long, he is slicking up Kyoya's throbbing cock with a mix of pre-come
and lube and jerking him off in short, hard strokes.
Kyoya trembles above him, mouth falling open to take in the air, but never once
letting loose a moan, a whimper, a gasp, anything. Ryuuga is not the least bit
satisfied by this, so he digs his thumb into the slit of Kyoya's dick and
watches Kyoya writhe and groan so loud that it's almost addictive. That Ryuuga
will choose not to see or hear anything but this for the years to come.
Ryuuga will swear later that he was not the one to come first, to fall first,
but this is what will always remain the truth of today.
When Kyoya does come at last, it's in thick hot spurts all over their stomachs.
Ryuuga doesn't shy away from licking it off his fingers, because it gives him
the additional benefit of watching Kyoya lick his lips and then suck his
fingers into his own mouth to clean away the remaining evidence of their
activity.
While Ryuuga is basking in his post-coital haze (nearly on the verge of sleep)
and Kyoya bends over him to press a kiss to his lips, hair falling around his
face in a halo, he completely fails to understand why the kiss never connects.
When he opens his eyes, Ryuuga finds Kyoya rubbing their noses together, a
stupid smile plastered on his face.
"They call this an Eskimo kiss" he hears Kyoya say.
Ryuuga snorts.
"'They' who?"
"People."
Another snort.
"Bear-skin wearing people?" Ryuuga quips.
"I do not have an answer to that" Kyoya replies in all seriousness.
"Damn right, ya don't!"
"Oh, shut up!"
Kyoya ends up grabbing his face with his palm and shoving it into the pillow.
Ryuuga rolls over, laughing until his stomach hurts, all traces of sleep gone.
 
Later, Ryuuga will refuse to accept that he fell asleep that night, that he
cuddled Kyoya in the early hours of dawn and that he whispered an "I love you"
for the third time before leaving the bed.
Ryuuga will refute this truth vehemently because it is extremely unmanly and
even more unlike him.
But when Kyoya and he will fall back into their usual routine of laundry,
soccer, groceries, coffee and wars, Ryuuga will know that it is all a cover up
to hide what they are together.
Nothing but a simple ruse.
For now, though, this knowledge is enough.
 
 
~~~ finis ~~~
 
12.10.2015
End Notes
     Oh, and the asterisks were italics and bold.
     Coming up next :
     Sunflowers - SaruMi
     Stardust In My Eyes - RyuuKyo
     The Good Luck Kids - NileKyo
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