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The Thrill of The Fight

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To Asakura, the raw thrill of a fight was unlike anything else one could experience.

To hit, to be hit, sweat forming all around, blood painting itself across skin… It was an invigorating and visceral combination that caused Asakura’s body to be consumed with an all encompassing heat. It made his blood rush like nothing else ever could. There was nothing that could ever compare to what a good fight gave him.

Fighting was all Asakura knew, but it was also all he really ever needed to know.

Back in that prison, and with that damned lawyer… It could have possibly been the end of the line. But it wasn’t. Shiro gave him a chance to fight, the only means of an escape he had out of there. To become a Kamen Rider looked to be his only shot out of there.

Not like he’d turn down a chance to fight though. And boy, did these battles spark something within Asakura unlike anything else.

As he sat in a warehouse, he began to think about it: The thrill of battle, the rush of the kill— The same heat pooled up inside of him just thinking about it all.

Already he felt his pants tightening up. Biting his lip as he palmed at the erection forming in his pants.

Languidly laying back against the cool concrete, he opened up the fly of his pants. Fumbling a bit to free his cock as fast as possible. Rubbing his thumb at the tip, head arching back as his thoughts began to wander. That lawyer still needed to be given some well deserved payback for failing him…

Stroking his cock, he could see it now. Kitaoka writhing on the ground, gasping for dear life. The smell of fresh blood and sweat. Him groaning with each hit that Asakura would lay on him.

Of course, Kitaoka just wouldn’t go down without a fight. Shiro selected him to be put into this war too.

As he continued to fantasize, his breath became shaky. It hitched as his fingers slowly stroked up and down the shaft of his cock. A vivid picture formed inside his mind: Kitaoka desperately countering back at Asakura as they’d continue to battle, punching and kicking him in retaliation. An act of futility. Only being able to further delay the inevitable—

A low moan bubbled in his throat from the thought. Gradually speeding up his strokes, matching them in sync with the accelerating pace of the fight happening within his fantasy.

Biting down on his lip harder, a bead of precum formed at the top. Rubbing it all over his cock, whimpering as he frantically thrusted into his hand. Thinking of kicking that damned lawyer’s helpless body around on the ground. Stomping on it with reckless abandon. Feeling him writhe and squirm underneath his foot.

Right now Asakura needed it more than anything, to put Kitaoka in his place.

His cock twitched at the thought of Kitaoka fighting back. Laying blow after blow on his face, following the rest of his body. Forming bruises all across every inch he could, and drawing blood. Asakura could just feel the sensations of the beating he’d give him.

Fuck.

To feel his hands and weapons crush and destroy flesh, to grind his bones into dust. To wipe out the very flame of Kitaoka’s life with the newfound power being a Rider gave him. More than anything else at this moment, he needed this.

Asakura’s moaning became louder, whimpering more as he pumped his cock as fast as he possibly could. He could feel just how close he was. Continuing to play out the fantasy in his mind.

Oh, to be hit back with all the desperation Kitaoka would have as he fought for his life. Violently being crushed in return, and in kind. To hit, to be hit… Asakura needed it now— Now!

This drove him over the edge, cumming all over his hand. Letting out a deep and throaty moan. Panting as he came to from the high of his orgasm.

He pushed himself harder onto the cold concrete wall. Taking in the cold feeling of the material, that sharply contrasted the overwhelming fire that laid deep inside his body.

Smirking and laughing as he looked up to the ceiling. Asakura felt so alive. Being a rider was pretty fun so far. Now all he would have to do is fight. This was a perfect excuse to not only give Kitaoka what he had coming, but also to snuff out the light of the others in this battle as well.

Not that having an excuse was ever of any concern to him.

Including that idiot he met in the restaurant… They had few interactions, but already Asakura could see he was so naive, so dumb. By all accounts, that guy shouldn’t be in this fight. But crushing him would be all the more fun because of how unsuited he was for this.

For now, Asakura was quite satisfied. But he couldn’t just sit around for long either. What would be even more satisfying was to make his desires come true.

After all, nothing else got him off like how a good fight does.

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End Notes: Hi I'm 20 episodes into Ryuki, and am normal about Asakura despite knowing him for a small handful of episodes so far. I'm extremely normal about him. Just the most normal you could be about him. He's such a freak and I love him. I'm still thinking about the line where he said "I love to fight. It gets me off."

I can feel him changing my brain chemistry in real time. I need to see more episodes, but I got possessed and wrote this out. I still need to reach the eating dirt scene, well in context at least. I've seen a clip of it. But I know that scene will just take me out completely once I get there.

Originally Posted on: June. 13th, 2023

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