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He gets privileges so rarely, and when he does they're mostly supervised, so it isn't him who finds the video, it's one of the other guys. He walks into his dorm, exhausted, to a clutch of other boys, and one blurts out, "Hey, Jiang. Ain't this your bitch?"

It took him a second to figure out what he was looking at.

Next weekend, he gets a phone call. He's been sitting on it, waiting for the time, but he's got free time, and his phone, and Proko's number pulled up. He dials it, hand on the back of his neck, thinking about what to say and how to say it.

"Pick up," he mumbles to the ringer. "Pick up, pick up..."

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"You knew how to film it and let people pay to watch you two fuck," Jiang finds himself snarling. Because that's the crux of it. Proko couldn't tell him, someone he said he loved, but he could let the whole world know about it.

They hadn't even ever posted the video of the two of them fucking around, from before he'd gone in the summer. The people he'd spent the past two months with, almost, knew Proko from Parent's Weekend--and now from watching him wail on Joseph Kavinsky's cock.

"It wouldn't have sounded bad if you just said it. But you hid it. And I found out because my dorm mate found that video of the two of you. Are there more?"

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"No," he says quietly. Because he can't deny anything Jiang is saying. He should have told him - he should have told him after the damn substance party, or-- or at least--

Proko tries to remember to breathe. "Will, I'm sorry."

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"How many times?"

Jiang found, asking, that he wasn't mad. He was exhausted, frustrated, a little hurt. But he wasn't mad. So that was a good thing, he supposed. He'd seen his parents mad, and they held onto that for so long, and he didn't want to do that to Proko.

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"Three," he answers helplessly. "A substance party, and then he just showed up here one morning, and-- and the cam." Kav had gone back to New York sometime in between all that, coming back to visit, coming back for Parents Weekend.

Proko counts three encounters. He doesn't want to enumerate the sex had during each.

"He's--" He cuts himself off, trying to figure out how to explain Kavinsky, what he is to him. But he can't. He has no words that are adequate in either language he knows. "I'm sorry," he says again, praying that Jiang believes him.

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Jiang is quiet again for a moment. Then, slowly, he lets out a soft, vaguely hysterical laugh.

"Kav's last substance party was before we moved here," he says, voice aching in his throat. "You're tellin' me you've been fuckin' around for months, and you didn't have time to tell me about it?"

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"Don't talk about it like we've been having this on-going affair," he says. "It was that one time, both of us fucked up beyond standing. Nothing happened until he showed up here earlier in summer."

Proko wants to disappear. He wants to die, dissolve between the cracks in the floorboards. He didn't want to do this over the phone.

But Jiang's right, right? He should've said something before they got there, should've tried to laugh about it or something. But it's too late now.

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"It was not just one time, Illya!"

Now, for a moment, he was mad. He held the phone away from his head again, just held it, and when he brought it back to his ear, he said, "I'm coming over."

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"Can you do that?" Proko sits up, trying to remember if he has a rules-of-plebe-summer handbook somewhere. They usually give it to parents or sponsor families, but he has a copy. He knows Jiang gets weekend liberty once classes start.

"Don't get in trouble because of me."

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"I'm coming over," Jiang says, because he is. Even if he has to find a way to bribe a marine. Even if he gets in trouble. He's not having this conversation over the phone. He needs to look Proko in the face for this.

It takes longer than he wants, but he manages it. An hour later, he's pounding on Proko's door.

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Proko's at the door in a second, assuming that Jiang must have forgotten his key... Or had just been too mad to bring it. He backs up as soon as he opens the door; he doesn't really know what to expect, except that Jiang sounded pissed over the phone.

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Almost as soon as he looked at him, Jiang felt the anger melt. He held onto it, the frustration and ache of betrayal. He needed that right now, just for a moment longer.

He stepped in, kicking the door shut behind him, before he grabbed the front of Proko's shirt and dragged him in, kissing him possessively.

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That-- the kiss is not remotely what Proko has been expecting but as soon as it happens he sinks against Jiang, gripping the front of his uniform.

He would've had to get dressed just to leave the Yard. It's the first time Proko's seen him in a private space since Induction Day. He whimpers softly against Jiang's mouth.

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Jiang pushes Proko's hands off, holds them down at his sides, and bullies him against the wall. They're barely in the door. He kisses him like he owns him, like he can kiss Proko out of him.

But that's hopeless. Jiang has known that for years, since before Proko orbited in so close to Kavinsky. Still--to find out this way that it was anything other than their eyes lingering?

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Proko tries to whisper apologies every time he has enough air to talk, every time their mouths part just long enough to form words. He's pinned to the wall, breathless, and all he can feel and taste and smell and see is Jiang.

He's missed him so fucking much.

"Will," he breathes, tipping his head back. He feels dizzy with it.

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"You? Are not talking right now."

Jiang keeps hold off Proko's wrist, and pulls him along, heading to Proko's room on autopilot. It's more put together now. It looks like someone lives there. Jiang doesn't think about Proko and Kav fucking in bed.

"Strip." He's adjusting himself inside his uniform pants, half hard from kissing. "And get on your knees."

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Proko doesn't resist, nearly tripping up the stairs as Jiang hauls him along. He catches himself once they're in his room and he stares at Jiang for a second, nervous but--

But he trusts Jiang. He's trusted him with everything.

He wets his lips and pulls his shirt off. He hadn't put his binder on after his shower. It's easy to push his sweats off after that, and the shorts underneath it. Goosebumps appear and fade as he sinks to his his knees in front of Jiang.

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Jiang opens his pants and pushes them down just enough to get his cock out. He strokes himself twice, then grabs Proko by the hair and hauls him in.

"It's not gonna suck itself," he says. There are other, more hurtful things he wants to say for a moment. He thinks them, and then lets them slide away.

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He catches himself against Jiang's thighs to avoid losing his balance too badly. Proko doesn't hesitate, moving his head so he can sink his mouth down no Jiang's cock. A little moan escapes him. Almost two months. He hasn't been able to touch Jiang in almost two months.

Proko sinks into it, moving his head to take Jiang as far down as he can. He chokes a little but perseveres before he bobs back, tries to build a rhythm. He tries to do everything he knows Jiang likes.

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Jiang lets him go however he'd like for a moment, and then decides it's not what he wants. He grabs Proko's head, one hand under his chin and the other on the back of his head, and he starts to fuck him. It's a rough, filthy thing. He doesn't really care if Proko gags, except for the mess it might make on his uniform.

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A muffled, almost distressed noise escapes Proko's throat before it's full of Jiang's cock. All he can do is relax his throat as much as he can and hold on.

It feels obscene to be as into it as he is.

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Jiang considers slowing down when he hears that noise. He looks up at the ceiling and fucks into Proko's mouth, focusing on the feel of it, the filthy want and possessive need eating at him.

He goes only for a few minutes, and then he pulls back. His cock slaps against Proko's lips.

"Get on the bed. Hands and knees."

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He pants for breath when Jiang finally lets up and pulls out; he would've gone to his hands and knees right there if Jiang hadn't been standing so close. He manages a nod, not sure he can talk but he's not supposed to anyway, right?

Proko licks Jiang's cock one more time before he turns to get up onto the bed, knees spread and palms to the mattress. He's almost embarrassed that he's wet... he's really fucking missed Jiang.

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Jiang slides in behind him and starts to push him around, until he's almost flat against the bed, hips low but still up, chest pressed to the mattress. He teases his cock against Proko's cunt once, twice--and then just slides in.

He swears under his breath, grinding in deep.

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Prokopenko moves bonelessly as Jiang drags him, pushes him, until he's ass up and shoulders down. His eyes drift closed when he feels Jiang's cock rubbing against him, and the soft little moan that had been building changed into something louder, more ragged, when Jiang just pushes into him.

"Oh fuck."

He's used toys on his show since the last time Kav was there but it's not the same. Proko pushes back like Jiang can get any deeper.

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Jiang slaps Proko's ass and starts to move. It's easy, with how wet Proko is. It's easy to build up speed and force, to fuck into Proko and build back that memory of why they started screwing around in the first place.

Because he thought he couldn't get with Kavinsky, a mean part of him snarls in the back of his head. Jiang tries to ignore it. He braces a hand on Proko's shoulder and fucks into him harder.