Titolo: Codardo
Fandom: Sumomo (doujinshi originale)
Personaggi: Suda/Momo
Genere: erotico, angst
Avvertimenti: dub-con, underage, orgasm denial, in inglese
Parole: 1031
Note: Per la prima settimana delle Badwrong Weeks @ maridichallenge, visto che di AU su Free! ne ho scritte abbastanza e non mi veniva in mente niente per la sougisa prof/studente!AU XD

He stinks, he's all messed up. His hair is all wrong, his clothes are stained with a week's worth of neglect, his face is dirtied with cum, which also landed on his hair a bit. Yet, neither he or Suda seem to care about his complete lack of hygiene.
"Please."
His chest heaves, as his wrists and fingers fight against the knot keeping them tied up together. His eyes flash with tension, his tongue darts out wetting his lips as his entire mouth seems painfully dry. And then, a wide grin appears on his face.
"Please what, Momo?" The adult man asks, pressing his foot down between the kid's legs, which makes him whine with something weirdly akin to arousal or pain. One day Suda will wipe that stupid smile from Momo's face. He's not supposed to smile. He's supposed to thrash, cry for help, escape. But Momo never does. He seems to be able to stand any kind of pain or slow sexual torture. As long as Suda keeps a roof over his head, food on the table and provides for everything Momo wants or needs - it's comical and tragic how the two things barely ever coincide - then Momo will stay. No matter what Suda does to him, no matter how much it hurts, as long as it keeps being convenient then Momo will stay. And on Suda's end, it all depends on how long it'll take before the entertainment he gets from Momo being his toy stops being enough to justify the crazy amounts of money that kid costs him in support alone. At least, that's what he always says. In a way, it's a sort of equal exchange: humiliation and weird sex in exchange for everything Momo needs - or says he needs.
He presses his foot down on the hard swelling in Momo's pants. The kid groans, while his eyes flutter close through the messy strands of dark hair covering his eyes. His smirk keeps cutting the dim light through, somehow, insane and broken like an old, abandoned building's window pane.
"Make me cum, Suda."
Suda glances down at him, clicking his tongue with an intimately satisfied huff pushing out of his lungs.
"I don't wanna. Not yet."
"Eh, come on, gimme somethin' here. C'mon," Momo hisses, pushing his waist up to grind against the sole of Suda's dirty shoe, with a wild glint in his eyes as his grin spreads wider like butter on hot bread. "I made you cum."
"That doesn't matter. You'll only come when I want you to, since you're mine," Suda replies, with a sadistic glance down to his foot, then his head tilts as the pressure of it diminishes in favor of taking a step back. "That is, if you're gonna come at all."
"Aw, naw, Suda, you can't do that," Momo giggles, desperate, with that stupid big, sad, bitterly euphoric smile of his.
"I can and I will," Suda hums, zipping his pants up. "I came, that's all I needed. Besides, your reactions aren't even fun to look at these days. You take everything too easily," he mutters, shoving his hands down the pockets of his pants.
"Dude! Come on, Suda, at least untie me so I'll do it myself!" Momo complains, trying to wiggle out of the rope which ties him to the radiator. He throws a fast, calculating look over to the adult.
"No," Suda replies quietly, glances at Momo once or twice again, more than it's necessary. Then he turns around getting ready to go out, leaving him there to stare at the entry door after it slams shut.

When Suda goes back home, Momo is not there.
He looks around, with his chest increasingly thrumming an angry, desperate beat, he goes through the house yelling rude remarks about how Momo shouldn't leave his clothes around, until he finally gives up, tired, sliding down one of the walls in his house. His gaze falls on the radiator where the rope still hangs limp from the knots having been undone. Eventually. Somehow.
He can still hear the kid's graceless guffaw echo against the narrow walls - Dahaha! - and as he lights a cigarette up he turns empty eyes towards the ceiling, without caring that probably the fire alarm will go off in a minute.
So he's gone. Eventually, he weighed out the humiliation and decided it was not worth the kind of love Suda offered him. After all, he's just a whore. He'll suck men dry in every sense of the words, and then leave them hanging as soon as they stop being convenient to be around...
Actually, no, he argues silently. He knows the kind of gestures he reserved for Momo were not enough to keep him around, he knows he was wrong from the start. He should've known better, should've shown his feelings instead of acting like Momo was just a toy, even though it definitely started out that way. He just assumed it was okay on both ends... because Momo didn't seem the kind of kid who enjoys affection. He was broken, useless to everyone else. Suda was the only one willing to keep him, that is what he kept telling himself.
He couldn't have known though, could he? That Momo evidently wanted something more. He never said so.
Of course, Suda reproaches himself. That's because he never asked. That's because he assumed Momo would never leave, that he was too dependent on Suda to be able to stand on his own two feet. Although, of course, Suda doesn't think that's what Momo is doing. He'll probably wind up sleeping on the sidewalk, among the filth and dog shit. He'll probably go on getting fucked and abused by pretty much any stranger who's willing to give him a dime. He'll live like a stray for another while... probably because that's all he knows.

Suda's eyes droop bitterly. It'll be easy to get him back. He just needs to wait it out and offer Momo a deal when the kid will be nearly starving. Some food and a bed will definitely help his case. And Suda will have him back... sounds about right.