Title: A Sigh Is Just A Sigh
Pairing: Keita/Ryuichi
Author: venenatus.venustas
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, unfortunately. But do own story. I do not presume to know anything of their private and/or business lives. This is all FICTION, meaning I MADE IT UP. I do not claim truth in anything you may read from this story. Except for their hairstyles.
Warnings: Continuing with the darker themes; ev0L!William (for all those that like him, I'm sorry!), BDSM (inc. Non-Consent, no Rape); my questionable imagination.
Inspired by: Ryuichi’s ringlets.
Summary: But a kiss is never just a kiss.

Continued from:
Prologue = Regret/Refusal
Part 1 = Plans/Denial
Part 2 = Confessions/Admissions
Part 3 = Substitution/Jealousy


Part 4: The bubble bursts.




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“What did you do to your hair?”

Ryuichi looked up from putting his shoes away. Keita was standing just outside the kitchen, holding an apple.

“What about my hair?” Ryuichi asked as he straightened up, stiffening defensively.

“It’s – it looks…”

“What?” Ryuichi fixed Keita with a challenging stare.

Keita’s eyes narrowed. “It’s like you’re asking to be fucked up the ass.”

Ryuichi tossed his head, waving his curls. “That’s exactly the look I was going for.”

Keita’s mouth dropped open, which he closed hurriedly as he glared furiously. “You’ve changed since you’ve been with that William.”

“How so?” Ryuichi said airily, shaking a hand through his ringlets, flaunting them to Keita.

“You went from being a virgin to being a slut that begs for cock.”

There was a momentary flash of hurt in Ryuichi’s eyes, but it was gone before Keita could even properly register it. “Not much difference from you,” he said, still in the same light tone, although now it sounded considerably more forced. “At least I do it with my boyfriend. You should be careful of catching something, you know.”

Keita had just opened his mouth to reply when Ryuichi spun on his heel, fishing his phone out from his pocket. “I think I’ll invite William over,” he said, and glanced back at Keita. “And then he could tell me if he thinks the same way about my hair.”

Ryuichi’s bedroom door slammed shut.

Keita stared off in the direction that Ryuichi had gone off in for a few moments before shifting to stare down at the apple he was holding instead. He turned back to replace the apple in the refrigerator, and then went directly to his room.

He needed to get ready for a night out.

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The door flew open, and William’s smile faltered until he saw Ryuichi, even though he was scowling fiercely, though the expression softened when he realised it was William, tilting his head up to accept William’s kiss. Ryuichi stepped back, opening the door wider. “Come in.”

William wondered what was wrong, until he looked in and saw Keita standing further into the flat, his face carefully blank, and it became obvious that he had just walked right into the middle of a situation.

Keita gave a stiff nod and William returned it.

“Let’s go. My room.” Ryuichi set his hand on the small of William’s back with the slightest pressure, but William paid him no heed.

“Hello, Keita,” he said.

Keita’s lips pursed slightly before he replied, “Hello.”

“Going out?” William lifted his chin to indicate Keita’s choice of clothing.

“Yes.” Keita’s eyes darted towards Ryuichi for one fleeting second, and William could see Ryuichi tense up from the edge of his vision.

“Clubbing?”

“Yes.” Another glance at Ryuichi.

“William. Let’s go.” Ryuichi pushed a little harder.

“Ryuichi…tells me you like to go to club.” William raised his eyebrows slightly in question.

Keita shrugged. “It’s something to do.”

“Maybe you should find a girlfriend. Something to do, right?” William’s eyebrows inched higher.

“William. Come on.” Ryuichi tugged at William’s arm.

William could practically taste Ryuichi’s frustration and Keita’s irritation.

Keita’s eyes hardened. “Perhaps,” he said, carefully maintaining a neutral tone. “Is Ryuichi something to do?”

William glanced over at Ryuichi beside him, whose hands curled tightly into fists that clenched at his side. A muscle tightened in Ryuichi’s jaw as he blinked – once, twice – and William realised that Ryuichi was trying to contain his emotions.

He looked over at Keita again as he slung an arm around Ryuichi’s shoulders and pulled him in close. “What we have is different,” he sang out. “Me and Ryuichi – it is love.”

Keita let out a short bark of a laugh. “Love,” he said scornfully, and Ryuichi tensed further and William’s grip on him tightened, fingers digging into Ryuichi’s shoulder.

“Fuck off, Keita,” Ryuichi growled.

William smiled blandly at Keita, whose face drained of all expression, and he curled one of Ryuichi’s ringlets around his index finger.

Keita’s eyes caught the movement, and William saw this. His eyes met Keita’s. “Don’t you love Ryuichi’s new hair?” he asked. “He looks beautiful. Don’t you want to debauch him when he looks like this? It’s what he likes, you know. Being corrupted.” William’s smile grew and he nudged Ryuichi lightly, who looked up at him with a frown.

Keita’s lips thinned into a hard, white line.

“William.” Ryuichi sounded distinctively pissed off. “Let’s go.” And this time Ryuichi shrugged William’s arm off him, pulling at it instead to drag William towards his bedroom.

“Have fun tonight, Keita.” William winked at him with a sly smirk. “I know I will.”

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Ryuichi sat down hard on his bed, scowling. “Why did you have to say those things to Keita?”

“What do you mean?” William sat down next to him, and Ryuichi immediately stood up again.

“You didn’t have to say all those things to him! We could’ve just come in here instead.”

“What’s wrong with me talking to him?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you talking to him, but why did you have to talk about – about –” Ryuichi waved his arms around vaguely.

“Well it’s not as if he shouldn’t know already. You’re MINE, Ryuichi, and it’s obvious to anyone that looks that he doesn’t want you to be with me!” William stood as well, voice rising with each syllable, and Ryuichi took a few steps backward.

William took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for getting angry,” he said, and held out his hand, palm up, which Ryuichi took hesitantly, allowing William to draw him into an embrace. “I just don’t like the thought that Keita might have designs on you. He looks at you different.”

Ryuichi buried his face in William’s chest. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

“But didn’t he say it? You told me yourself on the phone earlier. He said you looked like you were begging to be fucked. You know why? Because he wants to fuck you.”

“Don’t say that,” Ryuichi said again, more weakly now. “It’s not true.”

“It is. And you know what?” William lowered his head and voice, murmuring, “I see how you look at him, too. I know you want it from him. That’s why you’ve been refusing me all this time. But you love me, don’t you, Ryuichi? You told me yourself. So give yourself to me.”

Ryuichi looked up, shocked, eyes-wide. “What? That’s –” he barely managed to say before William tugged him upwards roughly for a kiss, tongue pushing its way into Ryuichi’s mouth at his gasp of surprise and teeth nipping at Ryuichi’s lips.

William shoved Ryuichi away, gripping him by his shoulders. “I won’t let him have you,” William said. “You’re too precious for him, Ryuichi.”

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Keita closed the front door to their flat as quietly as possible. He didn’t know why he came back so suddenly, without even getting what he had gone out for. The taxi driver had been perfectly willing to drive him back when Keita hadn’t gotten off at his stop. There was something intrinsically masochistic about wanting to be in the next room as Ryuichi and William got it on, but Keita somehow felt the desire for it.

Ryohei was out tonight, spending the night at a friend’s place, and Keita knew that Ryuichi had counted on this and on Keita’s going out to have the flat to himself this night. It didn’t matter, Keita decided. He would just go to his bedroom and stay there. If they heard him and came inquiring, he could always feign illness.

Keita was tiptoeing past Ryuichi’s bedroom, hand stretched out to his doorknob, when his ears registered the muffled cries coming from Ryuichi’s bedroom. His stomach twisted, a sour taste rising to the back of his throat.

“Fuck you, William. You won’t get away with this.”

Keita paused, hearing Ryuichi’s voice, strained and trembling.

William murmured something softly in reply, and then there was the sound of Ryuichi crying out again.

“Fuck you!” Ryuichi screamed, and Keita recoiled in surprise. He held his hand up, hesitating, before knocking once.

“Ryuichi? I came home early. Is everything alright?”

“Keita? Keita! I –” and then Ryuichi’s voice was muffled, but Keita could still hear the muted shouts, and his heart beat fiercely in his chest. His hand trembled as he tried the doorknob.

“Ryuichi?” he called again; it was locked, obviously. “Ryuichi? Ryuichi!” Keita banged on the door. “Hold on!” He ran to his bedroom, where he kept spare keys for each individual room, and he almost dropped them in his haste to open the door.

When he finally managed to get the door open, Keita froze in the doorway, unsure and stunned into silence.

Ryuichi lay on his bed, naked and spread eagled, arms and legs raised and tethered to the corners of the bed by chains that had cuffs on the end to wrap tightly around his wrists and ankles. The chains tinkled almost prettily as Ryuichi pulled on the restraints and tried to move his limbs. William, fully clothed, was kneeling between Ryuichi’s spread thighs, tracing Ryuichi’s hard cock with the tip of a feather, dampened from Ryuichi’s pre-cum, as Ryuichi thrust his hips up uselessly, moaning into the bandanna that was tied around his mouth, unable to stop his body’s reactions.

William turned his head to smile at Keita. “You’re interrupting,” he said. “If you’d please excuse us.”

Keita stared at him blankly before he swallowed thickly and his gaze involuntarily turned back to Ryuichi on the bed. “You – you tied him up,” he managed to say.

William laughed. “Ryuichi likes this. See? He bought the chains for us to use.”

Keita’s eyes drifted to the restraints. They certainly looked authentic enough. William hadn’t brought anything with him, so they must’ve come from Ryuichi. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to smuggle them in without Keita noticing. “He – he called my name.”

William’s eyes gleamed. “It’s part of the game. Don’t you know how this works?”

Keita nodded, still dazed by the scene before him, and William raised his eyebrows.

“Then, do you mind? We just got started and you’re kind of spoiling the mood.”

Keita blinked, and by chance his eyes met Ryuichi’s, which he had steadfastly tried to avoid before.

Ryuichi stared back, unblinking, eyes dark and shining with the tears that had gathered.

Keita stepped forward. “Let Ryuichi go,” he demanded.

William’s smile disappeared, and he shifted to face Keita properly. “Ryuichi’s mine,” he snarled, and Keita felt a pang of fear.

“Get away from him!” Keita shouted, and before William could react, he had pulled him off Ryuichi’s bed and onto the floor.

“You can’t have him!” William swung a fist at him, but Keita caught his punch and swiftly delivered one of his own. William stumbled back, but only for a second before he pounced and tackled Keita, determined to wrestle him down like he had done, Keita suspected, with Ryuichi, using his height and weight advantage to force Ryuichi into submission.

Unfortunately for William, that tactic only worked because Ryuichi was smaller and lighter than him. Keita, having the tiniest height advantage and also the benefit of working out virtually every day, won the grapple eventually, pinning William down to the floor and raining punches down on him before he straightened and kicked William instead – in the torso, in his back, legs – anywhere. When William finally stopped struggling, Keita leaned down and pulled William up by his collar, leaning down to speak softly, slowly. “Get out of our home. If you come here ever again, I will call the police. If you try to contact Ryuichi ever again, I will call the police. And if you ever try to lay a finger on Ryuichi ever again, I will call the yakuza and then I will eat your remains after they are done with you.” Keita stepped back, watching William carefully as he picked himself off the floor, hunched over in pain and clutching his middle.

“You’re fucking INSANE,” William shouted, and a trail of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth. “Fucking INSANE. You sodding motherfuckers bloody well deserve each other!” But he was not one to test Keita’s patience just then, and he stumbled out of Ryuichi’s room as quickly as he could.

Moments later the front door slammed shut.

Keita let out a sigh of relief, rubbing his side where William had gotten a good punch in. I told you so, he really wanted to say. I told you so. I told you that you couldn’t meet proper people in a bar. I told you so and you didn’t listen to me. But now wasn’t really the time to be smug.

He turned back to Ryuichi on the bed, and the sight of Ryuichi, in the same position and still fully erect, shocked him back into silence once more. His eyes travelled down the length of Ryuichi’s body, stretched out like a sacrificial offering, and something inside him sent sharp sparks of arousal straight to his groin. He stared at Ryuichi’s cock, fixed on the dark red of the head before drifting down its length. And then he received another surprise.

Ryuichi had a cock ring fitted at the base of his erection, a solid silver ring that encircled his balls and cock together. Keita’s mouth fell open slightly and suddenly he became very aware of his breathing and he struggled to control it.

Ryuichi said something but his gag stifled his words, and that seemed to break through Keita’s trance enough for him to pull the bandanna over Ryuichi’s head.

“I’m sorry,” Keita said.

Ryuichi said nothing and didn’t even pull on his chains. He laid there, head lifted to watch Keita, breaths harsh and shallow.

“I should –” Keita turned, scanning Ryuichi’s room, and picked up Ryuichi’s t-shirt, the thin fabric torn. Keita didn’t want to think about how it came to be ripped down the entire side, and instead covered Ryuichi’s body with it, studiously ignoring Ryuichi’s erection. Ryuichi inhaled sharply when the fabric grazed his cock before settling down.

A wet spot appeared on the white t-shirt almost immediately.

“Do you need keys for the…” Keita gestured vaguely to Ryuichi’s wrist cuffs, staring determinedly at the silver of the cuff. “Oh, wait, never mind.” He pushed on the clasps and managed to unhook it, moving onto Ryuichi’s other wrist. Ryuichi drew his aching arms close to his body, rubbing his wrists, the skin of which were marred by angry red marks.

Keita moved to release Ryuichi’s feet, and once those were done, Ryuichi sat up, drawing his knees and arms up to his chest into a foetal position, hiding himself from view.

Keita cleared his throat. “I’ll just, uh, you know, leave you to take that, um, that off yourself.” He turned, heading for the door, when Ryuichi’s voice caused him to stop in his tracks.

“Keita.”

He turned, and Ryuichi was on the bed, still curled up. Keita tried very hard to keep his eyes on Ryuichi’s face and not on Ryuichi’s ass.

“Do you need anything?” Keita frowned, immediately feeling guilty when Ryuichi wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.

“Keita, I’m dirty,” Ryuichi said, and shivered; he was cold, but made no move to cover himself or get under his comforter. The t-shirt that Keita had draped over him was tossed off the side of the bed.

“Do you need a bath?”

Ryuichi nodded, sniffling, head lowered.

“Can you walk?”

Ryuichi choked back a sob, and Keita stepped forward, panicked. “It’s okay, Ryuichi! I’ll help you – it’ll be okay. Here, just let me –” He went to Ryuichi’s closet, and pulled a clean towel off a shelf to wrap around Ryuichi’s shoulders. “Put your arms around my neck, Ryuichi, I’ll carry you, okay?”

Ryuichi shook his head. “Don’t look at me!”

“Ryuichi…” Keita paused, unsure of what to say. And then he saw Ryuichi covering his lap and suddenly understood.

Ryuichi’s cheeks flushed with shame. “It doesn’t come off until…”

“Until what?” Keita asked, before realising the answer himself. “Oh. Does it, uh, hurt?”

Ryuichi shook his head, and his blush darkened further.

“It’s okay, I’m a guy, too, and it’s nothing me or Ryohei hasn’t seen before.” Keita decided to ignore the fact that he was blatantly lying, because seeing each other’s naked bodies when they went bathing in hot springs or during communal showers was one thing, but seeing Ryuichi with such a – there wasn’t even a word for it – mouth-watering – erection was something else entirely.

Ryuichi didn’t seem convinced by Keita’s reasoning.

“It’s okay, Ryuichi. Really. You want a bath, right? I’ll just set you in the bathtub, and everything will be alright, right?” Keita wheedled as best as he could, and managed to coax a nod from Ryuichi. “Good Ryuichi,” he said, and slid his arms around Ryuichi, lifting him off the bed with a grunt and managing to manoeuvre them into the bathroom and set Ryuichi down in the bathtub.

Keita turned the taps on, testing the water before turning to smile gently at Ryuichi. “I’ll just wait outside while you, uh, take off your, um.” He looked away, standing up to leave. “Just call for me when you want me to draw your bath for you, okay?”

“Keita!” Ryuichi was curled up again, but he looked up at Keita imploringly. “Don’t leave me, I’m…I don’t…”

“I know, Ryu-ryu, I do. But you need to take that off, and I’ll just be outside. Call me if you need me.”

“Don’t close the door,” Ryuichi said.

Keita hesitated. “Okay.” He drew the bath curtain shut, and went to the doorway, easing the door closed behind him.

“Keita!”

“I’m not closing it,” Keita said, and hurriedly pushed it open all the way. He sighed when Ryuichi didn’t reply and sat down on the floor, his back to the bathroom.

The sound of running water didn’t manage to completely mask the sound of Ryuichi’s quick breaths, nor the hitch when he must have done something that felt extra good. Keita swallowed a whimper, and curled his fingers around his ankles to keep from touching himself.

Ryuichi had been bound and erect long enough that a few firm strokes were enough to make him bite down on the back of his other hand as he came, and the cum washed away almost immediately as the water from the tap swirled it away. He reached down to remove the ring with both hands, and rinsed it under the tap before placing it by the side of the bathtub. “Keita?”

“I’m here.” Keita drew the bath curtain back, and kneeled by him on the floor. “Let’s get you cleaned up now, shall we?” He tucked Ryuichi’s curls behind his ear. The ringlets had relaxed in the steam and now hung in wavy locks past Ryuichi’s chin. Keita twirled a lock in his finger.

Ryuichi closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands and he didn’t make a sound, but Keita knew he was crying.

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Onto Part 5 = Security/Broken

P.S.: Okay, so I know this chapter seemed all, like, whoa! But really, there’s a plot. I will try my best to answer questions in the next part, so if you have any, please tell me! Cheers!

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