SAMAICHI ONESHOT - Ichiro's Birthday

Happy Birthday

Loud screeching and cursing is this momentary backsound- no, is the only sound filling up flooding this room. It seems that these two so called humans are fighting with words and rough clutches into eachothers neck. It's a logical reason for samatoki to not activate his hypnosis mic and start a rap battle with his boyfriend. He wouldn't want to hurt ichiro that way, at this unnecessary time, at his birthday even worse.

The racket they're making is more and more loud. Samatoki then finnaly screeched a lout shout from his mouth, direct to ichiro after he tossed ichiro's body aside and displayed his middle finger right in front of ichiro's face.

"FUCK YOU!!!" scream samatoki, having enough of this. Ichiro's face didn't soften, his head is thinking of various thoughts and words that'll be his reply. Not long, ichiro replied with a screech no more softer than samatoki's.

"FUCK ME YOURSELF YOU COWARD!!!" was the words spilled out inadvertently. Did he really meant to say that? Samatoki smirked at ichiro's answer. His body approaching ichiro's. Ichiro slowly stutter backwards in reflex. His head hit the wall from behind.

Ichiro has his body trapped by samatoki. He's pinned to the wall.

"Who 're you calling coward, huh? Shitty brat!" said samatoki, whilst pinning ichiro to the wall behind. The room that was hecticv before, came silent as a graveyard after samatoki's action on pinning ichiro in a 'kabedon' position.

A horrified look on ichiro's face whilst his wrist is gripped tightly by samatoki. He hid his blush. But samatoki obviously notice him holding back his blush. Ichiro said something wrong, and ichiro regret it immediately. How can he escape now.

The horrified look intensifies. Ichiro can't hold his shaking body. Samatoki glared intensely against him. "Heh, who's the coward now."

Ichiro gulped at his words.

"I'll make you regret calling me a coward, you won't be able to walk for a week!" samatoki declared. "I think im regretting it already now."

"But don't regret doing 'this' with me," he said. 
"Then again, it's your birthday today. Why did we fight,"

'YOU WERE THE ONE WHO STARTED IT!!' scream ichiro inside, not saying it out loud. Especially with samatoki pinning him to the wall.

"Ichiro," ichiro looked at his eyes, after his name was called.

"Take this as a punishment, an apology, and the first birthday gift from me this year."

Ichiro knew what samatoki is about to do to him. Samatoki began stripping ichiro off. He startled, clenching samatoki's hands in shock, preventing to let him go further. Samatoki tilted his head.

"Are you afraid? This isn't our first time-"

"WHAAAATT??? AFRAID?? NOOOO OF COURSE NOT!!" said ichiro, tightened his clench. Samatoki continued to strip ichiro off harshly, with a smirk on his face. Ichiro gave up on fighting against him.

Ichiro clenched samatoki's wrist again after he moved against ichiro's chest. "What? You said you weren't afraid?"

"Y- yeah.." ichiro stutter at his words.

"Well then,"

Samatoki clenched both of Ichiro’s arm, it hurted, Samatoki’s grip was so strong. Ichiro’s body is dragged roughly, Samatoki slammed his body down. The hardwood floor which Ichiro was slammed against to, isn’t anywhere near comfortable to have slept on. Moreover being fucked on. Ichiro knew his back will hurt more than ever, far worse than if they did ‘that’ on a bed.

‘Being fucked on a bed already hurts my back like hell, how much will it hurt if we do it on a damn floor?!’ mufled Ichiro. He didn’t know how much it’ll hurt, and absolutely don’t wanna know how much it’ll hurt. So he tries to stop Samatoki before it’s too late, before he starts this ‘punishment’.