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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ookiku_Furikabutte
  Relationship:
      Abe_Takaya/Mihashi_Ren
  Character:
      Abe_Takaya, Mihashi_Ren
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Creepy, Porn, Crack
  Collections:
      Ookiku_Furikabutte_Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-11-08 Words: 2256
****** Nutritional Supplement ******
by comixologist
Summary
     Written to fill a prompt requesting that Abe be ~kimoi~ at Mihashi.
     He's creepy and intimidating and gets a blowjob out of it. Labelled
     crack for Kimobe.
Mihashi was afraid again.
Okay, strike that – Mihashi was downright terrified. He made a soft whimpering
sound like a plea, and tentatively looked up through his trembling hands. Abe
had this look on his face. It wasn't the sunny grin he'd affected in the stands
back when they'd been watching Musashino Dai-ichi for the first time, or the
exasperated sighing half-smile he wore sometimes when talking with Mihashi. It
was a scary look, even though Abe's mouth was curled up and his teeth were
showing. Maybe it was the way he looked down his nose at Mihashi, out of the
very bottoms of his eyes, like some kind of evil catching overlord.
Maybe Abe was an evil catching overlord. Mihashi heard a squeak that he
realized came from himself, and took a nervous step backwards. His
shoulderblades thumped against the wall. He had been backed into a corner.
"Mi-ha-shi," Abe was saying in his most deliberate voice, "I asked you if you'd
been eating properly."
Mihashi swallowed hard, lowering his hands to clutch at his own shirt,
squirming under Abe's unblinking stare. "I--" he started, his voice a pathetic
little mewl, "I h-have been eating the – the onigiri a-and, I --"
"Your weight is down again," Abe said, his voice stern and hard even though he
just kept smiling. Mihashi gave a nervous, melodic whimper and hunched up his
shoulders.
"I-I'm s-s-sorry, A-A-Abe-- A-Abe-- A--" Mihashi was stammering, his eyes
glistening with standing tears. Abe took a step in closer, pressing one broad
hand flat against the wall next to Mihashi's ear. T-Trapped! was the only
thought in Mihashi's head in just that moment.
"You need to be eating more protein," Abe said, voice smooth in spite of the
mysteriously devious edge to it. "You need to find a good, regular source."
Mihashi nodded violently, his knees trembling so much that he slid down against
the wall. He sank to kneeling, his weight on his back where it connected with
the wall of the – oh god, completely empty club room. "I-- I, I – I will," he
promised, his breath coming in a short, sharp gasp that seemed to make Abe's
smile twitch just a little wider.
Abe shifted his weight, keeping one hand against the wall. "You know, Mihashi,"
Abe said, watching with a strange, detached, hungry look in his eyes. "I can
think of a way you can get protein, if you're really dedicated to this."
Mihashi sucked in a heavy breath and blurted, more forcefully, "D-dedicated! I
am! I'm --" and he trailed off, biting his lower lip as he looked up at Abe
from his spot on the floor.
"Really?" Abe drawled, one eyebrow arching as his smile widened a fraction.
Mihashi felt a sudden pang of nervous fear that reminded him of his time at
Mihoshi – but, but Abe-kun wasn't like Hatake at all and so Mihashi immediately
scolded himself, cheeks reddening fiercely with the shame of having betrayed
Abe, even in thought, even for just a moment.
"R-really," Mihashi promised, his shame making his voice more forceful as he
continued. "I'd, I'd d-do anything for A-Abe-kun to be," Mihashi swallowed, a
little embarrassed by what he was saying. "F-for Abe-kun to be h-happy with
me."
Abe made a soft, purring sound in the back of his throat that was not at all
reassuring. He looked like a tiger that was taking its sweet time with its
prey. "Anything, huh," Abe repeated, and then shifted his weight again. He was
pushing his hips forward.
"I'll be happy with you if you just work on this," Abe said. "You need to get
more protein. Are you sure you want my suggestion?" That's right Abe thought
with relish. Prove how much you want it, Mihashi.
Mihashi nodded again, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill. "I – I want
to do what, what Abe-kun says!" Mihashi's voice was plaintive but insistent,
desperate to let Abe know how much he really wanted to make his catcher pleased
with him.
Abe arched his eyebrow and tipped his head back, hand on his hip shifting until
his thumb was hooked through his belt-loop. "Abe-kun says you need to get as
much protein as you can. Will you promise to get it anywhere you can, Mi-ha-
shi?" Abe asked in a voice that was downright solicitous.
Mihashi whimpered, hands clutching at Abe's shirt where it was tucked in, and
he nodded again, enthusiastically. "I promise!" he insisted, "I'll e-eat more
protein, and – and I'll get it wherever, wherever Abe-kun thinks is best!"
Abe pulled his hand back from the wall, reaching down to ruffle Mihashi's hair.
It was enough to distract his little trembling pitcher. Abe's smile twitched,
when the sound of his zipper made Mihashi gasp and open his eyes again.
Mihashi was face-to-face with Abe's – with, with Abe's –
Mihashi looked up at Abe with wide eyes, his mouth parting in surprise and
making a perfectly tempting little pink 'o'.
"What," Abe asked, brow furrowing slightly in the middle. "You don't want it
anymore? My advice?"
Mihashi bit his lower lip, eyes flickering from Abe's face to the dusky,
flushed-red tip of his cock. Mihashi was close enough that he could, could
smell Abe's sweat and skin and the slightly musky hint of pre-cum and – oh, oh
god, Abe wanted him to –
"I w--" Mihashi started, but his voice came out soft and weak and terrified. He
swallowed thickly, licked his lips, and tried again. "I w-want it," he
whimpered, squeezing his thighs together. Whether he was talking about the
advice or Abe's approval or, oh, fuck Abe's dick in his mouth, even Mihashi
wasn't quite sure.
Abe ruffled Mihashi's hair again, before using it to guide him closer. He
watched with that distant, predatory look as Mihashi's cheeks got redder and
suppressed a shudder at Mihashi's hot, moist breath when it hit the head of his
cock. "You want this?" Abe asked in a voice thready with labored breathing. He
shifted his hips forward just a little, tracing the line of Mihashi's lower lip
with the very tip of his dick.
Mihashi was the one who shuddered, licking his lips and – fuck, he could taste
it! Mihashi's fingers curled tight against Abe's hips, and he nodded again. "I
want – I want your --" Mihashi started, before letting his eyes drift half-shut
as he tentatively swiped his tongue along the underside of Abe's dick.
Abe shifted his hips back suddenly, making Mihashi give a little cry and lean
forward – chasing after Abe's cock now that it was just out of reach. "You have
to swallow it," Abe grunted, his voice thick now from arousal and the
excitement of watching Mihashi practically mourn the loss of Abe's dick on his
tongue. "My cum."
Mihashi squeezed his thighs together again, shoulders shaking as he nodded. "I,
– I will," he promised, looking up at Abe with an expression that was downright
pleading. "I'll swallow a-all of it," he breathed.
Abe stroked Mihashi's hair again, thumb swiping at the sensitive shell of his
ear. Mihashi leaned into his touch, and Abe guided him forward again. Mihashi's
mouth was so fucking hot inside. Abe was pushing his hips forward, watching his
dick disappear past Mihashi's lips. Mihashi didn't even gag when the head
bumped against the back of his throat – just whimpered slightly around Abe's
cock, sending a little thrum of vibration along the shaft and directly into
Abe's balls.
"Fuck," Abe groaned, impressed and proud of Mihashi for taking it like such a
champ. "That's good, Mihashi," he said, "that's so fucking good --"
Mihashi gave a little moaning sound in reply, pulling slowly back off Abe's
dick, keeping pressure tight in his lips until he got to the base of the head,
and then leaned in again, sucking Abe back into his mouth. Experimentally, Abe
bucked his hips a little, thrusting into Mihashi's throat and tightening his
grip on Mihashi's hair. Mihashi trembled around Abe's dick, but forced himself
to take it, rocking gently to Abe's rhythm.
This was even better than Abe had thought it could be when he'd come up with
the idea. Mihashi wasn't even having trouble hiding his teeth and – suddenly
Abe's temper flared up and he felt deeply, fiercely possessive of Mihashi (and
his incredibly hot, soft, sucking mouth and his deep, tight throat) because
this was not the blowjob of a first-timer. Mihashi bobbed hungrily on Abe's
cock, one hand sliding down from Abe's hip to finger his balls. Abe gave a
short, punishing thrust – it wasn't really Mihashi he wanted to punish though,
he wanted to track down and kill whoever had had the pleasure of teaching
Mihashi how to do it like this. Mihashi shuddered, his throat convulsing around
Abe's dick, but he managed to take it so deep that his nose was pressed flush
into the curly nest of hair at the very base of it.
"Fuck," Abe said again, his ass tensing as he began to seriously, really fuck
Mihashi's throat. Mihashi whimpered and sucked, used his tongue to cradle Abe's
shaft and to flick at the slit in the very tip of Abe's dick by turns as Abe
pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust deeply back in. Mihashi pressed
his thumb against the underside of Abe's balls, rubbing it in tiny circles that
made Abe rise up onto his toes and grunt.
Abe had thought about fucking Mihashi's mouth before, thought about doing it
slow, about doing it fast, about being gentle or rough, and now that he was
doing it he had none of the control he'd imagined he'd have. Abe had even
jerked off thinking about it, working his dick with one slicked up hand and
trying to build up his stamina so that he could fuck Mihashi for as long as
Mihashi's throat could handle it – but this, fuck, Abe hadn't imagined it would
feel anywhere near as amazing as this. Maybe it was the way Mihashi tensed and
relaxed, his muscles working Abe's cock in waves. Maybe it was that the reality
of having Mihashi on his knees, having begged to suck him off, that had amped
up his sensitivity.
Abe couldn't stop staring at the focused expression on Mihashi's face, at the
diligent way Mihashi made sure to lick and suck and squeeze, at how pink and
swollen Mihashi's lips were getting from the pressure of having his mouth
fucked. Abe felt like he was under some kind of spell, with the way his nerve
endings seemed to register double or even triple the pleasure he'd gotten from
his hand – and Mihashi looked sort of enchanted too, with the hungry way he
tightened his mouth and throat around Abe's cock, like he'd been wanting to
suck him dry for ages, the little slut.
Abe couldn't hold it, the way he'd been able to when he'd been
fantasizing,planning this, and he clenched his teeth, struggling against the
rising wave of pleasure that jolted in little electric shocks along his dick
and into his balls and up and down his spine. It was making his toes curl in
his shoes, being balls-deep in Mihashi's hot, soft, gloriously wet, tight
little mouth.
And then - fucking hell – Mihashi looked up through his lashes, eyes hopeful,
to catch a glance at Abe's face to see and reassure himself that Abe was
enjoying this, that he was doing the right thing, that he was making his
catcher happy. Mihashi was making Abe more than happy, and that moment of
blistering eye-contact, timed when Abe's dick was as deep as it could get in
the back of Mihashi's throat, and when Mihashi's thumb was pressing against the
sensitive spot just behind Abe's balls while his slender, calloused fingers
squeezed Abe's sac – well.
Abe came. He came hard, his hips jolting even further forward, as though he
could get any deeper. Mihashi gave a muffled cry of surprise (and maybe
satisfaction that he was doing a good job) and as Abe shot what felt like the
biggest, hottest load of his life down Mihashi's throat, he felt Mihashi
swallow convulsively around him in rapid succession. Mihashi drank every last
drop of Abe's cum, whimpering around Abe's dick even as it started to soften,
making sure he'd gotten it all.
Abe groaned, breathing heavily, and so fucking slowly shifted his hips back,
pulling out of Mihashi's mouth with a soft, wet popping sound. Mihashi was
trembling, gazing up at Abe with uncertain eyes even as he gingerly tucked Abe
back into his pants. As he pulled Abe's zipper up, Mihashi nuzzled against the
warm bulge, breathing in deeply the scent of Abe's cock and balls.
Abe stroked Mihashi's hair, drawling that Mihashi did such a good job. He
couldn't help the wolfish grin on his face as he looked down at his pitcher –
his pitcher, damn it. Abe's voice was rich with satisfied lust and self-
indulgence. "You need to be sure you get enough from now on, Mihashi," he
growled, tipping Mihashi's face up and leaning down, swiping his tongue across
Mihashi's swollen lower lip. Mihashi whimpered into the not-quite-kiss, and
sucked briefly, gently on the tip of Abe's tongue. Abe was pretty sure that the
taste of his own cum in Mihashi's mouth was more delicious than he ever
could've imagined – and so he told Mihashi as much.
Blushing deeply, Mihashi nodded, bit his lower lip, and glanced to the side
before confessing, "A-Abe-kun... Abe-kun tastes a lot better than those protein
shakes."
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