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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Persona_5
  Relationship:
      Kamoshida_Suguru/Sakamoto_Ryuji
  Character:
      Kamoshida_Suguru, Sakamoto_Ryuji
  Additional Tags:
      Dry_Sex, Painful_Sex, Implied/Referenced_Incest, Punishment
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-07 Words: 2034
****** Track Traitor ******
by lemonquails
Summary
     Kamoshida makes one last effort to show his power over Ryuji before
     letting the track team fall to his disobedience.
Notes
     This fic should be able to stand on its own pretty easily, but is
     nonetheless intended to tie into Nhitori's "Leblanc Royale"
  This work was inspired by
      Leblanc_Royale� by Nhitori
As far as Ryuji Sakamoto was concerned, the darkest day in the history of
Shujin Academy was the day that Kamoshida stepped up as advisor for the track
team. The previous coach had been amazing, but circumstance dictated the
change. How kind of Kamoshida, to step up and ensure the track team would
continue even after their advisor was fired. How kind indeed, to let the track
team play second fiddle to his popular, award-winning volleyball team.
How kind of him to step in before any other teacher could, to undermine their
efforts from the inside so that they would truly be forced to disband by the
school board.
Ryuji considered the few weeks Kamoshida was in charge of the track team to be
a whole pile of bad happenings which led to the departure of everything good
he’d built up for himself. He had been getting along with his teammates and
working towards a track scholarship, to take the burden off of his mom. His
entire first year of high school was great, moving forward from his reclusive,
volatile behaviors in middle school. For once in his life, he didn’t feel like
he was good for nothing. Kamoshida ruined that.
The real shattering of every hope that Ryuji had came at the end of those
weeks. He’d stood against Kamoshida at every step of the way, keeping him from
beating up his teammates too much or pushing them too hard by both calling him
on his shitty behavior and becoming the sole punching bag. Even so, that was
fine. Ryuji could deal with it for the sake of the track team. The problem came
after a few weeks of putting up with this.
“Hey, Sakamoto,” Nakaoka called him after practice, and he looked up from
putting on his normal shoes, having already changed back from his PE clothes to
his uniform. Nakaoka seemed concerned, “Kamoshida told me to send you up to the
PE faculty office…”
“Dammit,” Ryuji muttered under his breath, then stood up straight and rolled
his shoulder, “He probably just wants to tell me off again for getting in the
way of his ‘training methods’. I can’t tell if he hates the track team, or just
hates me…”
“I think it’s both,” Nakaoka frowned, “You know, maybe we’d be better off if we
all just kept quiet. The volleyball team is excelling, after all, so maybe
Kamoshida’s onto something with the aggressive training methods…”
“Bullshit,” Ryuji shook his head with a grimace, “I’m not just gonna shut up
and let him beat you guys up! We’ll do better than the volleyball team, and we
won’t all have injuries to show for it!”
“I’m just worried,” Nakaoka shook his head with a sigh, “If you keep acting up
to Kamoshida, then he might decide that the track team isn’t worth coaching.
I’d rather have a coach who’s an asshole than have no team at all, you know.”
“Well, I’m not gonna stop sticking my neck out,” Ryuji rolled his eyes and
crossed his arms over his chest, “But I am gonna go up to the PE office. I’ll
do what he says, I’m just not gonna let that shitty narcissist come in and step
all over our team. See you later, Nakaoka,” He raised his hand and waved as he
turned around and left the gym, making his way up to the office. He opened the
door when he got there and stepped inside, slowly, “You asked to see me,
Kamoshida?”
“That’s right, Sakamoto,” Kamoshida nodded, getting out of his desk chair and
walking towards the door. He sidestepped Ryuji and shut the door behind him,
then leaned against it to face him, “You’ve been a real thorn in my side ever
since I was kind enough to step in to coach your shitty team, you know that?”
“Yeah, I’m aware,” Ryuji grimaced, glaring daggers at Kamoshida but unable to
make eye contact, “If you called me here to talk about that, then there’s
nothing to discuss. I’m not about to stop just because you tell me off. I dunno
if you’re like this to everyone, or if you just really hate the track team, but
you’re a serious fool if you think I’ll let you hurt my friends or try to
control us.”
“Talk?” Kamoshida questioned, a grin splitting the left half of his face as he
crossed his arms over his chest, leaning forward towards Ryuji, “No, Sakamoto,
we’re beyond the point of talking. It seems that we’ve come to the tragedy of
an unstoppable force against an immovable object. I won’t change my coaching
methods just because of some shitty kid, and that shitty kid won’t stop getting
in my way because he thinks he’s a hero.”
“Well, if that’s how you think, that we have nothing to talk about… Then I
guess that I have no reason to be here?” Ryuji questioned, reaching past
Kamoshida for the door, only to find that the knob wouldn’t turn. He looked up
at Kamoshida with a grimace, his heart starting to pound in his confused fear
at the meaning of this.
“I already knew there was nothing to talk about, and I still called you here.
The reason you came to this office was never to speak with me,” Kamoshida shook
his head, leaning closer with his face right in front of Ryuji’s now. His
breath stank.
“What the Hell, man?” Ryuji stepped backward, only to trip over some of the
debris on the ground and fall onto the pile of PE equipment that was being
stored in the corner. What were Kamoshida’s intentions, then? To kill him? “I-
I don’t wanna die, asshole!”
“I couldn’t get away with killing you, dumbass,” Kamoshida hissed through his
teeth, stepping forward to tower over Ryuji. Ryuji looked around for a way out,
but found that between falling into this corner and Kamoshida’s broad frame, he
was absolutely trapped. Kamoshida bent over towards Ryuji, once more getting
too close for comfort, “I just need to show little shits like you who’s boss.”
“W-WHat?” Ryuji’s voice cracked in his terror as Kamoshida reached for him,
then grabbed the back of his blazer and pulled him out of the corner by his
clothing, tossing him onto the open floor in the office space so hard that he
felt his nose crack, and while trying to lift his head watched as the bloodflow
stained the linoleum below him. At this point he still had no idea what
Kamoshida’s intentions were, but that confusion would be remedied within mere
moments as he heard the sound of a zipper. He couldn’t even turn to try and
assure himself that wasn’t what he thought it was when Kamoshida’s hand pressed
down between his shoulderblades again, pushing his face into the small puddle
of his own blood.
Beginning to panic, he tried to struggle, but all he could do was kick his legs
wildly with his entire upper body being pinned to the floor as it was.
Kamoshida moved his knee to pin down Ryuji’s ankles, and though he continued
trying to move, this strength was simply too much for him to fight against.
With his free hand, Kamoshida dug his fingers into the waistband of Ryuji’s
pants and boxers at the same time, then dragged them down past his hips in one
movement. Moments after this was done, he felt a weight on the small of his
back.
“Look here, Sakamoto. This is gonna be unpleasant for me too, going in dry and
all, but I think I can put up with that to give you what you deserve,”
Kamoshida taunted, rubbing his cock against Ryuji’s back.
“Don’t do this, shit!” Ryuji shouted, “I’m gonna report the Hell out of you!”
“Yeah right, and who’s gonna think that’s anything but a bitter kid making shit
up about a respected adult he doesn’t like?” Kamoshida moved, lining up with
Ryuji’s ass, “Not to mention how little sense it makes for a prestigious
olympic athlete to give two shits about a shrimp like you…”
Shrimp.
That wording, it wormed its way into Ryuji’s brain and brought a whole other
host of memories flooding back. He tried to yell again, but found his breath
catching in his throat as he began hyperventilating. He whimpered, then forced
out words which weren’t quite sitting to his current situation, with the
flashback he was pseudo-experiencing, “Dad, don’t-”
Kamoshida thrusted into him, and he screamed.
“Dad?” Kamoshida questioned, leaning over him as he started to move already,
keen on making this as uncomfortable for Ryuji as possible, “Oh, I see! That’s
why your ass was so easy to get in. Your daddy used to do this same shit to
you, yeah? Well, for two entirely different people to decide to do this,” He
emphasized each movement, forsaking speed for intensity. The strength he had in
the muscles all throughout his body was overwhelming to Ryuji’s much smaller
form, and his face scraped against the floor with each movement, “Then it must
be your fault, you fucking shrimp-ass little shit! Learn some goddamn respect!”
“Let me go…” Ryuji whimpered against the tile, his cheek getting scraped up by
the friction. Kamoshida evidently knew what he was doing, each movement
calculated to cause him as much pain as possible. He didn’t even have an
erection; that was how unpleasurable Kamoshida was managing to be.
“Not till you understand!” Kamoshida shouted at him, pressing against his
shoulders with the one hand harder, and reaching out with the other one to grab
onto his hair and pull sharply, “If you don’t fucking respect adults, then
they’re just going to keep looking for a way to make you! Disobedient children
are useless to this world. You’re good for nothing except a goddamn onahole!”
“I don’t want to be useful to adults like you,” was what Ryuji would have said
if he could manage any words, but instead it just came out as groans of pain.
Moments later, Kamoshida pulled out of him. He couldn’t feel it through the
layers of fabric, but he was sure by the moan he heard that Kamoshida had just
cum all over his back. The ‘teacher’s next words confirmed this.
“Would you look at that, I seem to have made a mess of your uniform,” He
taunted as he stood up and tucked his dick away, as Ryuji could tell by the
repeated sound of a zipper, “But I guess if you managed to get your father on
your ass too, then you already know how to get stains like this out. Or maybe
your mom does. Gonna run home and squeal to your mother, like it’ll do any
good?”
“No, sir…” Ryuji’s voice was devoid of feeling, and his eyes were glassy. At
the moment, he was in a trancelike form of shock, all the light gone from his
expression at a time like this. Without another word, Kamoshida unlocked the
door of the faculty office and sat back down in his desk chair. It took Ryuji
another several minutes till he could stand up, at which point he pulled off
his blazer, folded it with the stains on the inside, and carried it out of the
room, stumbling.
Sadayo Kawakami saw him in the hallway that afternoon, and would always wonder
if she could have helped, had she not been worried about sticking her neck into
the lives of ‘problem students’.
The next day, Ryuji’s feelings would manifest through the void in the form of
anger when Kamoshida told the rest of the time about the problems with his
father. He’d have his leg broken, and the track team would be disbanded.
A few weeks later, he would find himself faced with the shadow of Kamoshida,
who told him that the disbanding of the track team was entirely his fault. Just
like, somehow, being victimized by shitty adults twice over was his own fault;
and he would refute that claim, and awaken to a power which would finally let
him make a difference.
Days later, Shiho Suzui would attempt to kill herself because of Kamoshida, and
Ryuji would wonder if that could have been him.
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