Words: 1751
Which universe: Normal world
Which label: Making out
Top: Giyuu
Bottom: Sanemi
About: Sanemi and Giyuu are at the same school. Giyuu is the typical mysterious rockstar kid and Sanemi the school bully with a few secrets. Giyuu is performing on the school concert.
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One day, the entire school was called to attend a rock concert that was to take place on a Saturday night in the school auditorium. Sanemi, being popular, went to the front of the audience to watch the show from the front row. What he didn't expect was that Giyuu was the guitarist and vocalist of the band, and Giyuu was going to play.
But seeing Giyuu, with his rocker outfit and exposed piercings, along with his tied-back hair, Sanemi's heart started beating faster, and he couldn't take his eyes off Giyuu. The lights dimmed as the band took their places on stage. Giyuu strummed his guitar, testing the sound. He glanced at the crowd, and when his eyes landed on Sanemi, a smirk formed on his lips.
He knew Sanemi was there, and it seemed to fuel his confidence even more. Sanemi clenched his fists, trying to maintain his cool facade. The smirk on Giyuu's face was infuriating yet captivating. The drummer counted them in, and the first song started. Giyuu leaned into the mic, his voice deep and raspy. "This one's for the haters."
He looked directly at Sanemi as he sang the words, a challenge in his eyes. Sanemi's jaw tightened. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks, both from anger and something else. The music was loud, the crowd was hyped, but all he could focus on was Giyuu's performance. The way he moved with the guitar, the way he owned the stage... It was maddening how good he was. Giyuu continued to perform, occasionally stealing glances at Sanemi, as if to see his reaction. Each glance seemed to have a hint of mockery mixed with an undeniable intensity. The set went on, with Giyuu growing more intense. He played harder, sang louder, and his eyes never left Sanemi for long. During a slower song, he began to circle the stage, microphone in hand.
He approached the edge, dangerously close to where Sanemi was standing. He sang directly to him now, his voice dripping with both sarcasm and a strange kind of passion. "You like what you see, pretty boy?" Sanemi's eyes widened at the nickname. He was caught off guard, and for a moment, his tough exterior cracked. He quickly recovered, though, and shot back with a scoff. "In your dreams, rockstar." Despite his words, he couldn't help but admire Giyuu's skill again.
The man was magnetic on stage, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the effect he had. Giyuu chuckled darkly into the mic, loving the response. He leaned down, closer to Sanemi's level, still singing but addressing him personally. "Oh, I dream about you plenty. Just not in a good way." He winked, before backing away and returning to the center stage. The band played on, and Giyuu seemed to be putting on a show just for Sanemi now, his movements more provocative than before. Sanemi's heart was racing.
He was supposed to hate this. He was supposed to hate Giyuu. But the way he moved his hips while playing, the way his fingers danced over the strings... It was driving him crazy. He gripped the railing in front of him, knuckles white. The concert was nearing its end, and Giyuu knew it. He decided to end it with a bang. Literally. "This is our last song. And I want everyone to look at my enemy down there." He pointed directly at Sanemi, grinning widely. The crowd follows Giyuu's finger, all eyes now on Sanemi.
He felt exposed, like a deer in headlights. Giyuu began the final chorus, his voice booming through the auditorium. "This one's for the bastard who thinks he's better than me!" He smirked at Sanemi again, challenging him to look away. The band played the outro, and Giyuu bowed dramatically, blowing a kiss in Sanemi's direction before exiting the stage. The kiss made several girls squeal, but Sanemi just stood there, dumbfounded. The kiss wasn't for them; it was for him.
A declaration of war, wrapped in flirtation. The band packed up, and Giyuu disappeared backstage. The crowd began to disperse, but Sanemi remained rooted to the spot, conflicted and confused. In the backstage area, Giyuu was changing out of his stage clothes.
He had removed his jacket and was wiping the sweat from his face with a towel. He could hear the faint sounds of the remaining students leaving the auditorium. He smirked to himself, thinking about how flustered Sanemi had looked. He had seen the way the other boy gripped the railing, how his eyes followed him. It was satisfying, knowing he could affect him so much. In the backstage area, Giyuu was changing out of his stage clothes.
He had removed his jacket and was wiping the sweat from his face with a towel. He could hear the faint sounds of the remaining students leaving the auditorium.
He smirked to himself, thinking about how flustered Sanemi had looked. He had seen the way the other boy gripped the railing, how his eyes followed him. It was satisfying, knowing he could affect him so much. Giyuu heard footsteps approaching and glanced up. He recognized the sound of Sanemi's boots.
"Well, well. Look who decided to show up." He leaned against a wall, crossing his arms. He was still in his band shirt, but his hair was down now, framing his face messily. Sanemi stopped in the doorway, his expression a mix of irritation and something else. He hadn't planned on confronting Giyuu, but his legs had brought him here automatically. "Did you enjoy the show, pretty boy? Or were you too busy staring at me to enjoy it?" He teased, a smirk playing on his lips again. Sanemi scowled at the nickname again, but didn't deny it. He stepped further in, closing the distance between them.
"You know, you're cute when you're angry." He pushed off the wall, taking a step toward Sanemi. The tension was thick in the air. "Shut up, Tomioka." His voice was low and gruff. He tried to sound angry, but there was a hint of breathlessness. Giyuu chuckled, unfazed by the command. He tilted his head, studying Sanemi's face. "Make me." He challenged, taking another step closer.
They were only a few feet apart now. Sanemi's eyes darkened at the challenge. His fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to punch that smug look off Giyuu's face, but something else told him to do something else entirely. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He taunted, his voice dropping to a whisper. Giyuu was taken aback for a split second, not expecting the kiss. But he quickly recovered, responding to it fiercely.
He grabbed Sanemi's collar, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Sanemi let out a low growl against Giyuu's lips. His hands found their way to Giyuu's waist, gripping tightly. The kiss was rough and passionate, filled with all the pent-up tension between them. Giyuu pushed Sanemi against the wall, pinning him there. His tongue invaded Sanemi's mouth, claiming it as his own. One of his hands moved to the back of Sanemi's neck, fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss was bruising, teeth clashing, as if they were trying to devour each other. Giyuu's other hand slid down to Sanemi's hip, holding him in place. Sanemi's breath hitched as Giyuu tugged his hair. He bit Giyuu's lower lip in retaliation, drawing a small gasp from him.
The kiss grew more desperate, more needy. Giyuu's thigh slipped between Sanemi's legs, pressing against him. He broke the kiss momentarily to whisper against Sanemi's mouth. "You taste better than I imagined." Sanemi's cheeks flushed at the comment. He hated how affected he was by Giyuu's words. He tried to maintain his composure, but his body betrayed him, leaning into the touch. "Fuck you." He panted, voice hoarse. Giyuu chuckled darkly again, loving how stubborn Sanemi was even now. He moved his lips to Sanemi's jaw, nipping at the skin there.
"You first." He murmured, his knee applying more pressure. Sanemi's head fell back against the wall with a thud. He tried to suppress a moan, but it escaped anyway. His grip on Giyuu's waist tightened, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. "Let go of your pride for once, Sanemi."
He whispered, his voice sultry. Sanemi's pride was his strongest trait, but Giyuu was chipping away at it with every touch. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to submit. Yet, his body was already responding to Giyuu's dominance. "I can feel how hard you are."
Sanemi's eyes snapped open, a mix of embarrassment and anger flashing in them. He tried to push Giyuu away, but his body wasn't cooperating. "Shut up. You're imagining things." His voice was shaky, betraying his lie. Giyuu smirked against his neck, feeling the lie. He rolled his hips, grinding against Sanemi deliberately. "No, I'm not. You're rock solid." He teased, his hand sliding down to Sanemi's thigh.
Sanemi flipped them, pinning Giyuu against the wall. Giyuu let out a surprised grunt as he was flipped. He looked up at Sanemi, his eyes widening slightly at the display of strength. A thrill ran through him at being pinned. "Oh? Taking control now?" He challenged, though there was a hint of excitement in his tone. Sanemi held him firmly, his hands on Giyuu's wrists, keeping them above his head. He leaned in close, his face inches from Giyuu's. "You talk too much." He said gruffly, before capturing his lips again in a possessive kiss. He bit down on Giyuu's lip, harder this time. Giyuu moaned into the kiss, enjoying the roughness.
He struggled against the grip on his wrists, not to escape, but to test Sanemi's hold. He loved being at his mercy, even if he'd never admit it. He parted his lips, letting Sanemi dominate the kiss. His body was tense with anticipation, waiting for Sanemi's next move.Sanemi deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Giyuu's mouth. He released one wrist to grip his chin, tilting his head for better access. His other hand remained firm, keeping Giyuu's arm in place. He broke the kiss again, moving to Giyuu's ear. "You're mine now." He growled possessively.