Statutory Rape

A/N: In response to mini-fiction challenge. Had to start with 'Who in their right mind...' and had to be in a Work/City/Family genre.


“Who in their right mind…?”

Kousou stopped fucking a young man long enough to glance over at the door. He showed no real concern about being caught, though the male under him stiffened, eyes going wide. Kousou gave another thrust, slow and sliding, just to hear the man whimper, mortified at being caught, pleasure shivering across his nerves all the same.

“Well, you see, ‘right mind’ is a relative term.” This was punctuated by another sharp thrust. The boy under him gripped the metal shelf tighter, fingertips going white.

“What the…? Kou, we’re supposed to be working!” Forest glanced nervously behind him and then stepped in, shutting the door and eyeing the boy that Kousou was fucking. Pretty little thing, but still…

“These actions may not be considered ‘right of mind’ by many people..,” Kou continued, as if Forest had said nothing, “But I’m very much in my right mind. Well, for me. What I consider to be ‘in my right mind’ is probably very different to what -”

“Alright, I get it, already. Shut up,” Forest muttered. “This is very you, yes.”

“I know it is.” Kousou gave another sharp thrust.

The boy was very confused. His shirttails were hiding the joining of their bodies and keeping his modesty. “Is he… will you stop? Is he a friend or something?” he asked, after a long, panting pause. He was close; he just didn’t feel comfortable with the fucking continuing with someone watching them. Not his kink.

“I second that. Stop. We have work to do.”

“Fuck off and get eaten by a rabid baby with radiation poisoning, I’m almost done. And you, shut the fuck up,” Kousou snarled, gripping the boy’s slim hips as he started to struggle and starting to thrust into him again. His cock slid into view for a moment, shiny and slick. Then there was a… squelching sound as it was pushed back in. The boy moaned again. Forest made a face.

“Noooo… stop it….” He didn’t seem to be making any real effort to get away, though.

“You’re gonna get him fired. He’s meant to be at the counter…” Forest’s eyes were the devouring the scene before him, brown orbs flickering over it. Despite himself, he liked the scene. He was half hard.

Kousou simply grunted at that both and continued fucking the boy.

“Is that…? Are those handcuffs?” Forest asked, blinking and taking a step forward. Yes. They were. Wrapped around support that held two shelves together.

“Well, he was a little… reluctant at first…” Kousou muttered, really starting to fuck the boy, now. His hands were probably going to leave bruises on the pale hips. He didn’t care.

“You… you’re /raping/ him?” Forest asked, eyes wide, unbelieving, horrified. “Kou… that’s just… not alright. I’m… I’m going to get someone. That’s just… wrong.” He was hard; he felt so guilty, especially under the intense scrutiny he could feel, blue eyes sweeping over him. He wished that he’d worn looser clothing; his state was obvious.

“Oh. You want some?” A lascivious grin.
“No! No, I do not ‘want some’. You’re… this is just plain wrong. I’m going. Right now.”
“You’re hard.”
“Going.”
“He has a hungry mouth.”

Forest paused, hand on the doorknob. Kousou grinned; he had a hook. Now all he had to do was reel it in. “Yeah, real hungry. And he wants it, don’t you, boy?”

The young man actually moaned, back arching wantonly. He wanted it… a cock in his mouth, fucking his face, beyond his control. A thin stream of pre-come drooled toward the floor, hanging from a cock so hard that it hurt. “I… yes. Please. Harder. Kou…” A sharp yank on the pretty brown locks. He yelped. “Master! Please!”

All of this, of course, made Forest hesitate even further. He couldn’t… it would be wrong… but the boy said that he /wanted/ it and he was hard. So fucking hard. “I… I don’t know, Kou. He wants it?”

Kousou knew he had the man, now, angling the boy’s hips and sliding deep, brushing over that sensitive gland deep inside and chuckling as the younger male responded, giving a choked cry as his hips bucked back desperately. “Are you fucking blind? Been playing with yourself too much lately? Yeah, he wants it. Moron.”

Forest hesitated a second longer, but that sound really got to him. That little cry; they’d be caught. The boy needed shutting up. He slid over slowly, and then ducked under the boy, pushing him away from the shelf a little. This put a little strain on the handcuffed wrists, but he found he didn’t care nearly as much as he should as eager lips mouthed him through tight jeans. Forest led out a slightly surprised sound. “He… ah, is quite eager…”

“Shut up and enjoy,” Kousou grunted back, moving faster, now, nearing his finish.

Forest frowned a little and undid his jeans, sighing as the pressure was released, cock bobbing out into open air.

Lips were immediately upon the proffered erection, sliding over the head, the sudden warmth so shocking it was almost unbearable. He couldn’t help himself; a hand fisted into the boy’s hair, pulling the eager lips from his cock. It was too much, he would come too soon.

There was a sudden noise from Kousou as he came, thrusting through his orgasm, riding the boy and the orgasm for all it was worth before pulling out quickly. The boy keened at the loss and at his own need to come. Forest shut him up quickly by shoving his cock into the warm mouth again, eyeing the door nervously. Couldn’t get caught. They would get arrested… or something. He didn’t know.

A tongue prodded at the head of his cock and he promptly forgot about the door, hips jerking reflexively into the warm mouth.

“Oh, just fuck his mouth. He won’t care; he wants his, now,” Kousou murmured in a drowsy, sated tone, sitting on a box and eyeing the proceedings.

Forest hesitated before cautiously drawing his cock out of the slick heat and sliding it back in again. Oh… that felt good. But he still didn’t feel right… “Kou, I dunno…”

Kousou paused, and then grinned, walking over. He gave Forest a lazy grin and reached under the boy, gripping his cock firmly and pumping. The boy’s cry was muffled by his mouthful. “Tell you what. You set the pace and I’ll stroke him to it. Plus, sooner you get off, less chance of being caught.”

Forest hesitated and then nodded, slowly starting to slide his cock back and forth between the pretty lips, watching Kousou’s arm as he stroked the young man that was servicing him in every sense of the word. The boy was getting desperate, trying to fuck the elegant fingers wrapped around him, making tiny noises that vibrated up the twitching cock in his mouth.

Forest, seeing that the boy really was enjoying the situation, became less shy, properly fucking his mouth, eyes locked on Kousou as his cock was stimulated. The boy came, splattering across the floor with a guttural moan, audible even with his mouth as full as it was. It stimulated Forest further, the older male jerking forward, cock forcing its way down the other’s throat.

Kousou lapped the come from his hand, eyeing Forest naughtily, a smug grin on his face. The boy swallowed. Forest found himself in sensory overload and came, thrusting jerkily in and out of the boy’s mouth as he did so. His face went slack with pleasure for a few moments. Then he slammed back to himself, releasing the boy’s hair and looking at the scene with horror. He tucked himself away, unable to believe what he’d done.

“Um…” There was nothing he could say. Nothing /to/ say. What has he just done? He’d just… raped some kid. At the least, he’d helped Kousou rape him. That was just… wrong. His face twisted; he looked almost like he was going to cry. Without another word, he fled, slamming the door behind him.

Kousou snickered and walked over to the boy and brushed back the hair clinging to the sweaty face; an oddly tender gesture. The boy sighed, slowly recovering from the bone-melting orgasm, rattling the cuffs impatiently. Kousou produced the key and undid them, watching as the boy rubbed at his wrists and stretched.

“You gonna tell him that I’m your lover?” His voice was husky from the abuse of his mouth.

“No,” Kousou said and smiled, “I like seeing him agonise over his conscience.”

The boy nodded and started to get dressed. “I need to get back to work.”