*THROWS UP MAKOHARU FEELS* Okay hi so I saw a lot of people wanting to read break up fics and I was like yesss pain and angst but I also wanted smut and a happy ending so SURPRISE you get them all in one fic. 3-shot, smut in the last chapter. ENJOY

(I do not own Makoto, Haru, or any characters from Free! or High Speed)

"Makoto, you were doing it again," Haru sighed from the kitchen table, the only sign of frustration from him visible in the wrinkle of his brow.

The brunette tried to hide the wince on his face, but the ever so slight bitterness of his boyfriend's tone had caught him off guard. He looked away from the pan of mackerel he was currently grilling for Haru and put on his best smile, "Doing what, Haru-chan?"

"You were being overprotective."

Makoto laughed off the edginess of the accusation, doing his best to sound like it didn't bother him, "What are you talking about? Just because I stopped you from jumping into that fountain in the mall doesn't mean-"

"No, Makoto, not that," Haru interrupted blankly, watching with disinterest how his fingers left pooling droplets of condensation on the glass of water in front of him.

"I thought you had fun with Rin and I today. Are you just upset because we didn't let you buy another swimsuit?" He teased gently, hopefully easing some of the tension. The other boy gave no answer though. Haru was probably just tired and a bit crabby, hence the foul mood. A warm soak in the tub and then a long, cuddly nap after would surely help. "No? Hmm, lets see then… Is it that shirt that I bought for you? Do you not like it? I can wear it a few times before you take it home if you want," Makoto smiled softly to himself and chuckled. "I know how you like your clothes to smell like me." Still no answer though, and Makoto checked over his shoulder again to make sure Haru was even still there. He was though, quiet as ever, raven hair falling limp in his eyes as he gazed at the cup in front of him with an oddly distant look. There was a long pause, the sound of sizzling seafood filling the dead air.

"You don't like Rin, do you, Makoto." It wasn't meant to sound like a question, and Makoto certainly picked up on that the moment the harsh words were spoken.

"Not like…Rin? Haru," his laugh came out weak, "why would you say that? Of course I like Rin. He's our friend; I've liked him since we were kids. But I'll always like my Haru-chan more," he winked at the smaller boy, plating the grilled fish and setting it on the table in front of him.

"Why don't you let me be alone with him then?" Haru asked accusingly, the irritation in his voice definitely detectable, yet just barely enough to be alarming.

Makoto stopped short at the question, green eyes growing wide with surprise. Did he really do that? He'd never really noticed it before. He'd always just assumed that when Haru said that Rin wanted to hang out, it meant all three of them. That's how it had been when they were kids, so why would it change?

"I… didn't know you wanted to be alone with him. I'm sorry, Haru-chan," he spoke, a little offended and hurt by the idea of his boyfriend not wanting him to come with. "But I guess-"

"And will you drop the fucking –chan already?" Haru suddenly growled uncharacteristically, voice strained and tight, and Makoto took an instinctive step backward. They were silent.

"…H-Haru."

"Are you jealous of him? Is that why you wont let me be alone with him?" He barely spoke, the words coming out as an ominous murmur.

Makoto was so confused and put off by all of these strange questions coming up from seemingly nowhere, and it took him several moments to compose himself and make sure that the stinging in his eyes was merely just a slight irritation and not a threat of tears. "Why are you asking me all this? Did I do something wrong to make Haru angry?" His voice just surpassed a whisper, afraid of agitating his lover again.

"I… I can't handle the way you treat me, Makoto. I'm not a child, and I'm certainly not property either."

Every word seemed to sting Makoto's heart even more than the last. Child? Property? Where was this all coming from? Makoto had been sure that he was giving Haru nothing but affection, kindness, care… love. Okay, he could admit that sometimes he was a little overcautious when it came to Haru's safety and well-being, but he had no idea where the notion of being treated like an object rather than a person was coming from. "I don't think you're any of that!" He said hastily. "I was just trying to be a good boyfriend. I gave you everything I thought you wanted, Haru. I gave you all that I could…" He could definitely feel the burning tears welling up now. "Was it not enough for you? Is it not what you wanted?" Makoto moved over to where the raven-haired boy sat, kneeling before him and taking his hands in his own. "Tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it for you."

Haru's dim blue eyes remained cast downward, refusing contact. "I don't want to be with you like this anymore," he said simply.

Makoto could feel the color draining from his face, his stomach lurching at those words, sweat pooling at the base of his neck. "Haru, Haru please, don't say that. Tell me what's wrong, tell me what I did and I'll never do it again. I promise!" Voice cracking and tears falling down his cheeks, Makoto pulled Haru's hands to his heart and held them there within his own, begging, "What did I do to make you feel like this? Tell me, please."

Haru was clearly holding back some of his anger when he spoke, body tense along with his tone. "I'm my own person, Makoto. And when I'm with you… I feel like a pet. Like a cat you keep around and feed and play with and adore, like an animal should be treated. I'm a human being, Makoto. I can make my own decisions, I can go out by myself, I can talk to Rin, or Nagisa, or Rei or anyone for that matter and I shouldn't have to worry if you're there listening to every word. It feels like… like I'm on surveillance." Icy blue finally met Makoto's emerald eyes, drowning. "I can't deal with it anymore."

"Haru," he hiccupped, "I didn't mean for it to feel like that. I thought I was just giving you the love you wanted, the love you deserved."

"I don't want it anymore."

"No, Haruka, please no. Don't say that. D-don't," he began to cry, "you can't leave me. I love you so much, and… I thought you loved me too. You said you loved me!" Makoto was practically screaming, fear and anger and confusion swelling and bubbling within. How could Haru do this to him, with no warning and no second chance? Didn't he understand that Makoto's entire life depended on him? Hadn't he realized that Makoto had given up everything for him? He could have gone to school at a University, he could have gotten educated and gotten a real job and had the life his parents expected from him, but now? What was he supposed to do without the one thing he dedicated every inch of his being to? How could he explain his failure to his family and their friends? How could he survive without his Haru?

"Stop it, please just stop!" Haru's eyes were now clouding too, and with a jerk he pulled his hands away from Makoto, making the brunette reflexively sob and choke at the loss, desperately reaching for something to hold on to. "We're just h-hurting each other more. It's over, Makoto. Just s-stop," he spoke through quiet whimpers, forcing his friend away and getting up to leave.

"Haru! Haruka, please don't go," Makoto bolted after him to the front door, gripping his shirt from behind just as Haru turned the knob. He pulled him back against his chest, wrapping his arms around the shorter boy from behind with a grip so strong even he was afraid of it. "This d-doesn't make any sense. I thought we were fine, I thought everything was okay with us-"

"Makoto st-"

"I thought we were happy, you said you were!" He cried, salty tears falling onto Haru's neck and shirt collar. "What about getting married and h-having a family? What about for-forever?

Haru muttered quietly, "Just forget about it all. It will hurt too much to remember."

Makoto felt the throbbing pain within turning into boiling anger, furious that after all these beautiful… lies that Haru gave him, he expected him to suddenly pretend it never happened, and he started to scream. "You want me to forget about the past two years I gave to you? You expect me to be able to just pretend that all those times you said you loved me it was meaningless, that it didn't matter?" His mind was going haywire, and suddenly none of Haru's excuses were good enough, none of it added up to him. "Just tell me the fucking truth!" He forced Haru to face him, gripping him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly. The look of terror on his lover's face made his heart drop, but nothing could cool the rage inside of him now.

"I am telling the truth!" The other raised his voice back, hands coming up to hold Makoto's wrists with caution.

He ignored the retort, continuing feverishly, "You're lying. There's more to this, there has to be. Is it Rin? Is he the one you're leaving me for?"

"I'm not leaving you for anyone else!"

"I knew you always liked him, I knew it. Why didn't you just go with him in the first place? Why did you torture me like this?" The tears were back again, and this time Makoto could barely bring his voice to yell. "Why did you make me fall in love with you?"

Haru's eyes flooded at the words, and with as much force as he could muster, he threw Makoto away from him and turned on his heels, racing out the door of their apartment without a glance behind.

Makoto stumbled back onto the floor, unable to find the strength or will to stop himself from falling. His head smashed against the hall-table in the process, and immediately bursts of colored spots blocked his vision.

"Haruka… Ha… Haru," he called, but the words came out as barely audible gasps, "don't go. P-please, tell me… tell me how to… fix… it…" The colored spots slowly turned dark though, and soon Makoto found himself willingly drifting into a painful, dreamless sleep.