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Reki knows he's really not supposed to be here. He's far enough away from Adam's giant house that he's pretty sure no one inside can see him, though. Plus it's starting to get dark, so he can blend into the shadows.
Since he's not entirely sure where Langa went, he's crouching behind some bushes trying to plan his next move. Langa had said he was going to hang out with Adam tonight, and it's not like Reki is going to interfere with Langa making friends with other people. But he still doesn't quite trust Adam, so Reki's going to keep an eye on the two them just to make sure nothing weird happens. If he can figure out which windows to peer into.
"What -" says someone behind him suddenly, and Reki startles so badly he yelps and falls backwards onto the smooth, manicured lawn.
"- are you doing here?" concludes the same level, flat voice.
It's the guy from the love hotel - Snake, or Tadashi, or whoever - looming above him.
"Uh." Reki scrambles to his feet, brushing grass clippings off his pants. Tadashi's eyes track him, but otherwise he's unmoving. It's pretty weird.
Reki takes a step towards the tall brick wall that surrounds the giant garden. He'd climbed a tree on the other side to get in - but it's too tall to reach from this side, and he doesn't notice any trees on this side of the wall.
"I'm - nothing, I'm just leaving -"
It doesn't seem like Tadashi moves much, but his hand closes whip-fast around Reki's wrist. Reflexively Reki tries to jerk free, but Tadashi's too strong, fingers firm around his wrist.
Reki's heart stutters in his chest. Tadashi is probably the worst possible person to have caught him. He looks up - maybe he can plead his way out of this? - but Tadashi's face is stern and unmoving.
Tadashi's gaze cuts to the house, hulking a few dozen meters away, and then flicks sharply back to Reki.
"Is this because Snow is visiting?" he asks forebodingly.
Reki's pretty sure that Tadashi will be able to tell if he lies, but admitting it definitely won't help. So he just glares at Tadashi and tries to yank his arm free again.
It doesn't work, and Tadashi's grip only gets tighter. "I will not allow you to make trouble for Ainosuke-sama," he says coldly, and then he's dragging Reki away from the house. Reki staggers and almost falls before he gets his feet under him and is able to stumble along behind.
A small shed emerges from the dim light. Tadashi wrenches open the door, shoves Reki inside, and follows him in as he closes the door behind himself. It's dark inside and smells like dirt, until Tadashi clicks on a small light overhead, and then it's poorly lit and smells like dirt. There are big, bulging plastic sacks of soil stacked against a wall, plant pots clustered in the corners, and a tall worktable taking up almost a third of the floor space.
Reki's not sure why Tadashi locked him in here or what Tadashi's going to do to him, but he's pretty sure he's not going to like it.
Tadashi seizes Reki's arm again and twists it up behind his back - Reki gasps and leans forward to relieve the pressure, and finds himself bent chest-down over the dusty worktable.
In a flash Reki remembers the love hotel, when he thought Tadashi was going to fuck him, and a thrill of terror shoots through him. He frantically clamps his thighs together -
- but instead something harshly slams into his ass. Reki yelps and twists around as best he can, trying to see what Tadashi is doing.
"What the fuck?" he spits.
"I could have you formally charged with trespassing," Tadashi says flatly. "Or tell your parents." He holds Reki's gaze as his hand thuds down a second time, and Reki flinches at the blow. "I don't have to do either of those, but you will face consequences."
Reki stares back over his shoulder disbelievingly as Tadashi lifts his hand, but there's nothing he can do to stop Tadashi spanking him again. The burst of pain flares across his skin, sinks down into the flesh of his ass, and Reki gasps.
Tadashi keeps going, and Reki doesn't have any time to get used to it or catch his breath. He keeps tensing up at each smack of Tadashi's hand against his ass, and he's struggling not to cry out - but little hurt noises keep escaping, even though Reki's clenched his jaw to try to keep himself quiet. It's embarrassing to be so noisy, when Tadashi's completely silent behind him. The only sound besides Reki's whimpering is the faint rustle of Tadashi's suit as he lifts his arm and brings it down, over and over again.
Tadashi's strong - the impact feels about as hard as landing on the pavement when Reki falls off his board, implacably bruising. Usually he gets a longer break between falls, though - this builds heavy hurt over hurt, heat blooming in the cheeks of his ass. Reki presses his thighs together, trying to do something to spread the pain out and let it fade, but Tadashi is relentless. The clap of his hand on Reki's ass echoes around the bare shed, punctuating the faint, strained sounds Reki can't help making.
Reki's almost starting to go numb, like his body has given up noticing the pain, and at length he's able to blink open wet eyes and peer over his shoulder again. Tadashi's still staring back impassively, as though Reki, squirming and red below him, is no more interesting than anything else he's seen today. Tadashi pauses, hand stilling and resting lightly on Reki's ass for a moment, and Reki slowly lets out a breath, slumping against the wooden table. That's been a perfectly reasonable punishment - Reki's sore and hot when he cautiously shifts his weight from foot to foot. Probably Tadashi will let him go now.
Tadashi slaps him again, sharp and quick. Reki yelps as stinging heat flares under his skin and feels his body tense in response - and then his stomach lurches with fear as Tadashi's hand reaches underneath him, grappling at his waist. Reki's jeans fall off his hips, and then he panics when Tadashi drags his boxers down too, the waistband dragging slow and scratchy over tender skin.
"No, wait! What are you doing?" Reki asks frantically. He tries to stand and turn around, to get away, but Tadashi shoves him back down against the smooth wooden table. Reki struggles uselessly against Tadashi's grip, desperate to get away.
"I want to keep track of how badly I'm bruising you." Tadashi says calmly.
Reki gasps through his open mouth as he looks back at Tadashi, not quite believing that he's going to keep going when Reki's ass is already throbbing and sore. Expressionless, Tadashi stares back as his hand cracks down again, and Reki sobs against the cool wood under his cheek.
The spanks sting more against naked skin, heat building and pain sparking bright with each blow. Tadashi hits him fast and steady in a regular harsh rhythm, not giving Reki any time to catch his breath or brace himself for the next blow. Reki squirms where he's trapped against the table, his free hand scrabbling at the surface and his breath broken up by pained gasps.
Reki drags his eyes open - he's facing a window that might have looked out in a useful direction once, but now it's crowded with dark branches from a shrub outside. There's just enough light inside the shed that Reki can see his own reflection in the dark glass - tears shining where they've trailed sideways across his face. Tadashi's hand comes down again and Reki sees himself grimace in pain, eyebrows drawing in and mouth falling open as his whole body jolts with the slap.
Reki's cock swings below him in the cool air as his body jerks with another smack, and his heart clenches with horror as Reki realizes he's hard. Pain splashes over his ass, pushing tears out of his eyes - but the lingering heat of the smack, or the jolt of movement travelling down his thighs and around his hips, is winding tight at the base of his spine.
Tadashi's hand comes down hard on his ass again and his dick jerks, and Reki panics.
"Stop, stop!" he says frantically, thrashing to get away. Tadashi tightens his grip on Reki's arm and keeps going, slap after slap landing loudly and prickling Reki's skin with heat.
"Something's wrong!" Reki's throat is tight, his voice coming out strained and uneven. His whole body is drawn tight, free hand clenched into a fist atop the wooden worktable, toes curled in his shoes.
Tadashi pauses. Reki waits for what feels like hours, tensed up in case he gets smacked again. His breath is as quiet as he can make it, so he can hear the rustle of fabric if Tadashi lifts his arm.
Instead shoes scuff across the floor and Tadashi steps closer, into Reki's field of vision instead of being mostly behind Reki. There's a faint line between his eyebrows as he peers down into Reki's face.
"It's impossible to seriously injure someone doing this." Tadashi looks suspicious, and Reki knows that if Tadashi thinks he's inventing a problem to get a break, he'll only make things worse for himself.
Reki swallows. "I'm not injured, it's - I don't know what's happening," he says tearfully. His heart is pounding in his chest with panic - there's got to be something seriously wrong with him, for his body to react this way.
Tadashi's gaze drags coolly over him like the touch of a leather glove - and then lingers on Reki's burning ass. Before Reki can think of hiding himself, Tadashi leans down to look underneath him. Reki frantically slams his knees together (not that that does anything) and twists away to hide his face against his arm, breath coming fast and shallow.
There's a rustle of clothing as Tadashi straightens up, and his looming presence moves back to where he was standing behind Reki before.
"I don't care if you enjoy this," Tadashi says. He doesn't sound surprised, or weirded out, or like Reki getting an erection from being spanked is even interesting at all.
Reki whips his head around to protest - he's not enjoying this! His body's just gotten some wires crossed, something strange is going on - but Tadashi isn't finished speaking.
"Touch yourself if you want, but I'm not going to stop until I'm done."
Reki gapes at him, aghast. That's not - obviously he isn't going to jerk off in front of Tadashi. Even if he'd sort of, briefly, tried to imagine what having sex with him would be like, when he'd woken up in a hotel room with Tadashi -
Preoccupied, Reki isn't prepared for the next slap. After the short break any numbness has faded, and the strike reignites the burning pain in his ass and makes him cry out - and somehow, heat jolts through to his cock as well.
Now that Reki has noticed he's hard, he can't stop squirming and making embarrassing noises. When his hips jerk to pull away from each slap, his cock swings up and bounces off his stomach. It's only a fraction of a second of touch, but the faint brush of pleasure still feels so good that he can't help chasing it. Reki shoves forward for the light touch on his dick, arches back - and realizes too late he's leaving himself vulnerable to each spank. Tadashi changes his pace to time each strike with Reki's thrusts, landing searing smacks to the sensitive lower curves of Reki's cheeks.
Reki whines through clenched teeth at this new spot receiving attention, heat prickling over his skin and making his dick throb. He can't stop himself any longer - he reaches his free arm underneath himself, letting his cheekbone grind into the wooden surface of the worktable. His cock is hot and dripping when he touches it, and a strangled moan tears free of his throat as his hand closes around himself.
Touching his dick feels good, and Tadashi's hand cracking loud and harsh on his ass is a bolt of pain each time, but somehow they mingle and Reki is moaning brokenly against the tabletop. His cock throbs in time with each spike of pain slamming into his ass, and he can't catch his breath. If the table and Tadashi weren't holding him up, Reki would have slipped weak-kneed to the floor.
Reki's taken by surprise when his orgasm hits him - most of his attention has been on the pain of the spanking, the frantic build of pleasure almost ignored. Release rushes through him as he jerks and cries under the force of Tadashi's hand. It's bizarre, but each slap has him gently squeezing his dick to draw out the strangely mingled sensations just a little longer. Finally, shuddering through the sting of a blow that catches him squarely in the middle of his ass, Reki collapses limply to the tabletop.
He kind of expects Tadashi to keep going. But after one more hard smack to his thighs that makes Reki yelp, Tadashi releases Reki's arm and steps away.
Reki's frozen in surprise for a moment - are they really done? He wasn't sure Tadashi was ever going to let him up. In case Tadashi starts to change his mind, Reki hurriedly bends down to grab his pants from around his knees and drag them up over his brutalized ass. He can't help a whimper escaping as the fabric drags painfully across tender skin, reawakening the rawness and heat.
Tadashi watches as Reki straightens his clothes and prepares to escape, not offering help or saying anything.
"If you ever come back again, it'll be much, much worse," Tadashi promises him gravely.
Hand on the doorknob, Reki looks back over his shoulder in shock, and Tadashi smiles very faintly.