Read Yato the yakuza :: The taste of metal

Toshiaki's phone rang as soon as the main door of the building closed behind him.

In luminous characters the nickname 'Naoki' appeared on the screen, and, by then habitually, the boy pressed the green button, and dragged his finger horizontally to initiate the call.

He didn't have time to bring the phone next to his ear that a worried voice began to cover him with questions.

He cut him off, just saying the address where he was, adding "Could you come and give me a lift?" and stood waiting with his back against a wall, under a canopy that protected him from the drops of rain that were thickening more and more.

After a few minutes that seemed interminable, the familiar golden headlights of the black car turned into the street at high speed. It seemed to slow down momentarily, and when the driver spotted the boy's figure the car accelerated again towards him, and as soon as the car braked the door opened.

Toshiaki leaned forward, before getting on, smiling to the dark-haired boy on the driver seat, and then entered to get closer to his face in an attempt to kiss him; but before their lips could meet, the other's blue eyes lowered to notice how he was dressed.

"Since when did you have this shirt?"

At first Toshiaki seemed taken aback for a moment, but moving his head back he looked down, and then realized what he meant.

"Oh, I just forgot my jacket today, so I asked my client to lend me his shirt."

The other, as soon as he finished the explanation, smiled, and Toshiaki already felt safer, until the older opened his mouth again insinuatingly asking "So you had a customer up to his house tonight? I bet he payed you pretty much."

Toshiaki felt shivers down his spine, when the car regained speed.
"Actually..."

"You've started to make less money these weeks and now you're just telling me that you didn't take his money because you 'felt like it'!?"

"I- just- he seemed like a good man! And we didn't even have sex!" Toshiaki raised his head, looking at the boy seated next to him.

"But that's your job!"

The blond boy nervously put a hand behind his neck, trying to delude himself that he didn't already know where this discussion would lead, and turned watching at the sky outside of the car window.

"N-Naoki, I can explain. And still, we always have enough money for the apartment..."

"I don't give a fuck!" The other boy violently slammed his hands hard on the steering wheel.
The smaller boy could already feel his own blood freezing and his heart stopping. That wasn't the first time.
"Love, let me explain-" but he didn't have time to finish that a loud smack could be heard in the car, and his cheek started burning with pain.
"Don't call me that, dumb piece of trash!" Naoki shouted to him, who was keeping his fingers around his flushed cheek, barely holding back his tears and looking down.

When his trembling lips began to part to try to speak between sobs, the other boy caught his own breath in his throat, swerved abruptly and braked, both of them slightly jolting forward.
Toshiaki was in total shock, on the verge of shaking; they were on an isolated street, in the middle of the night, in a car alone.

Naoki unfastened his seat belt abruptly, and tentatively took the boy in his arms. The other was perplexed, and it took him a while to figure out what was happening instead.

"Oh my God baby, I'm so sorry," and buried his face in his neck "You know I never mean to do that, I love you, you're only mine. Ok? Got that?"

Toshiaki nodded, placing a trembling hand on the other's back, though not genuinely convinced.

They had been together for years, yet Naoki's mood swings had increased sharply since they had decided together that the best chance for both of them to get some money was for Toshiaki to become a stripper, because Naoki had not received any school license due to his numerous expulsions, so it was difficult for him to find a job.
"Tomorrow I'll treat you somewhere, ok?" Toshiaki tried to be highhanded and refrained from answering, but the other never allowed a choice. "Tell me that's ok." and tightened his grip until the other almost emitted a groan of pain. A few seconds of silence followed, accompanied only by the patter of rain on the windshield, and then a faint "Y-yeah. Ok."

How many times had he been treated like this only that week?

He felt frustrated and trapped. He knew Naoki loved him, he cared so much.
He was just stressed too in that period, and economic problems always create tension in a couple. That was all.
Naoki was justifiable. It was his own fault. He was sure about that.
"L-Let's go home."
"Yeah, let's go." The dark-haired boy almost whispered.
The end of the journey was passed in complete silence, and them two occasionally looked at each other and then immediately retreated if their eyes accidentally met.
Damn, that slap hurted.

As soon as they returned to the house, Toshiaki didn't have time to unbutton a button on his shirt that was immediately pinned against the wall of the living room.
"Naoki, I don't feel like it today..." but the other kissed him hard, sliding his hands around the other's wrists.

He broke the kiss simply to whisper "You're mine, just mine." and allow the other to catch his breath for a few seconds.

When Toshiaki emitted a groan of protest in the heated kiss, Naoki brought one of his legs between the other's, pressing his knee on his inevitable erection.

"Your customers don't mean anything to you, right?"

Their lips were still very close, but now they could properly look each other in the eye.

Without thinking about the actual answer, Toshiaki improvised a "What the hell are you taking about? I don't even remember the names of any of them."

"Tell me that you love me."
He pressed his body towards the other's, blocking it almost completely.
"I... love you."

Violently their lips met again, and two nimble hands unbuttoned his shirt and then moved on to his pants.
He tried again in vain to resist, weakly bringing his hands around the forearms of the other, who was definitely stronger than him physically.
"Pl-Please... stop..."
But the other ignored him, lifting him up and slamming him onto the sofa beneath him, not leaving any inch of his body, covering it with bites and licks.
"You're beautiful." But the other, in response, brought his shirt cuffs near his eyes, to wipe away the hot tears that were pouring out.

Only when he let out a loud sob the other stopped, looking up.

A deafening silence filled the room, with only a few dogs barking far away.
"What is happening, darling?" but contrary to his words, which might sound comfortable, he tightened his grip tightly around his hips, making the other squeak in pain.

"Crying again?" Toshiaki opened his trembling mouth, but no words came out. Naoki took the opportunity to continue "But you love me, don't you?" and when Toshiaki lowered his gaze, noticing how the other was staring at him maniacally, with those icy eyes wide open between his bleeding legs from the numerous bites, he felt fear again as before.

And in that case he was right to have it.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking several times to adapt to the strong light coming through the windows, and looked down trying to regain full control of his body.

He rolled nauseatingly on the soft, scented mattress he was so familiar with, in complete confusion, until he managed to get up.

The sheet covering his body slid down to his waist, revealing numerous bleeding marks of teeth and... he didn't want to be sure what.

When he began to slid his cold hands down his body trying to remember exactly what had happened the night before, he slightly moved the blanket covering his legs and noticed he was naked, and his thighs felt wet and sticky.

Why was that situation so familiar?

He looked at the nightstand, and under a pair of glasses there was a note.

"Had to leave early for personal reasons.

Love you, see ya tonight after you finish work!"
Why was that situation so familiar...?

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