The Savage Stand had officially moved into a Dangerous Game. Daisetsu spent the whole morning acting like Ryuji's personal dog, following the icy Principal's orders to intimidate some old rivals in the district. But every time Daisetsu looked at Ryuji, he was imagining the different ways he'd break those expensive glasses. The blackmail was a heavy chain, but the Iron-Fist wasn't a slave—he was a predator waiting for the perfect opening.
Daisetsu's skin felt dirty from being around Ryuji all day. He needed to wash off the Malicious energy of the school office. After the final bell rang, he headed to the gym showers, making sure the coast was clear. But someone was already there, waiting in the steam.
Yasuo stood in the back stall, the hot water turning his skin a Fierce Blush pink. He had heard about the blackmail, and he was heart-broken seeing his protector forced into such a dark corner. When Daisetsu stepped into the stall and ripped the curtain shut, the Physical Touch was enough to boil the water.
"Daisetsu... did he hurt you?" Yasuo whispered, reaching out to touch a new bruise on the teacher's Tough, Muscular Chest.
"No," Daisetsu growled, his voice a Gravelly vibration that echoed off the wet tiles. "But I'm sick of his face. I'm sick of him thinking he owns us."
The Physical Payoff was instant. Daisetsu pinned Yasuo against the slick wall of the shower, the hot spray drenching them both. He didn't want to talk about Ryuji. He wanted to feel the Primal Bond that kept him sane. He crashed his mouth onto Yasuo's, a thirsty, Passionate kiss that tasted like soap and Extreme desire.
Daisetsu's hands were Possessive, sliding down Yasuo's wet back to pull him flush against his Scarred body. He lifted one of Yasuo's legs, hooking it over his hip as he leaned in to bite the boy's collarbone. He was leaving a Territorial Promise right where the steam was the thickest.
This wasn't like the kitchen counter; this was Fluid and Wild. Daisetsu entered Yasuo with a Heavy, Rhythmic Force, his movements splashing water everywhere. The sound of their bodies hitting the wet tile and Yasuo's Frantic moans filled the shower room, drowning out the world outside. Yasuo clung to Daisetsu's Broad Shoulders, his fingers slipping on the wet skin as he tried to pull the Stoic Protector even closer.
Daisetsu turned him around, pressing Yasuo's face toward the wall. He gripped Yasuo's hair gently, pulling his head back so he could whisper into his ear. "He can watch his cameras all he wants. He'll never have this. You're mine, Yasuo. In the fire, in the rain, always."
The Very Heat peaked as Daisetsu drove himself deeper, his Wounded Soul finding its only release in the middle of the storm. Yasuo's climax hit him like a Lightning Strike, his body shuddering under the hot water, quickly followed by Daisetsu, who let out a Savage groan that echoed through the gym.
They stood there for a long time under the spray, letting the water wash away the day's stress. The Shared Focus was stronger than any video file Ryuji had on his laptop.
"I have a plan," Yasuo whispered, leaning back against Daisetsu's chest. "Tenshin found where Ryuji keeps the backup server. It's not in the school."
Daisetsu's eyes turned fierce "Then tonight, the 'Iron-Fist' makes a house call."