Hiya, I'm Kyogou. This here is your general disclaimer saying I do not own these characters or the series. They belong to that awesome mangaka... whose name escapes me currently. Anyhow, enjoy the story and there is more to come~

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Morinaga raised the cup of steaming tea to his lips, taking from it a gentle sip before he let it set upon the table again, looking out the window at the sunlight that had just begun to dawn. Early fall had descended upon the quaint household shared by the young ebon-haired man and his lover, but the remnants of summer still lingered and left their beams of sun to trickle through the glass and onto the man watching them. This was the best time of the year, Morinaga decided, especially because it was the time when all of the leaves changed from green to shades of auburn and gold. It was ironic that Tatsumi shared his opinion, as upon hearing his agreement Morinaga had nearly performed a dance of joy. It wasn't often that they agreed on something without there being an ensuing struggle, but the younger man always knew it to be a sign of good luck whenever it did occur.

Things between them seemed to be going well as of late, save for the minor- and Morinaga used that word very lightly- outbursts his lover would explode with the morning after they had partaken in sex. Today was one of those days, and the younger was doing his upmost best to not think about how close the clock was ticking towards seven in the morning. One minute to go, and then the door would fly off its hinges and pave way to the demon that lay dormant within. Fingers coiled around the handle of his cup before withdrawing them just in time to watch the clock's second hand strike twelve.

SMASH. BANG. CRASH.

Right on cue… the raven-haired individual sweatdropped as he raised an arm to shield himself, just in case Tatsumi really did break the door this time. When the door handle sharply turned, Morinaga braced himself for the storm.

"Mo-ri-na-gaaaa….!" Tatsumi glowed with an eerie violet aura as he shoved the offending door out of his path. He held a discarded sheet around his waist and it was clear the man was cold as a layer of goosebumps prickled along his skin from the shoulders down, shivering lightly even as he stormed over to his roommate with every intention of severing his head clean off his shoulders.

Morinaga's lip twitched as he steeled himself and refused to let his muscles do as they so desperately wished and run for it. "H-Hai?"

"Don't you dare try and be smart with me! You know exactly what I'm talking about, you perverted homo!" A finger pointedly accused him point blank in his face, making the other lean back just a bit so his eye didn't get poked out. Morinaga couldn't help but make the mental note that Tatsumi hadn't yet spoken of anything, so how exactly was he supposed to know what the other was thinking? However, it didn't take a rocket scientist to make a simple guess.

"E-eh, senpai… just so you know, yesterday was-"

"And now you're back to relying on excuses!" the blonde snapped at him before reaching forward to grasp the collar of the open shirt Morinaga had put on earlier that morning. For a moment, the other could have sworn this would finally be the end of his life, but when Tatsumi did no more than draw him close enough so that their noses barely touched, he turned a deep scarlet and did his best not to give into the temptation that came with such close proximity.

"Just who the hell do you think you are, anyway? I don't ever recall giving you any sort of permission to do whatever you felt like to me all fucking night long!" Tatsumi continued to growl out, eyes squinting as he focused his narrow vision upon the man he held in a singular death grip. His fingers trembled both with rage and the muted chill of the morning air. When Morinaga attempted to meet his furious gaze, the former found that there was something almost… different about the way his senpai's face pulled into its usual glower. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but… there was something definitely different.

Morinaga cleared his throat and softly placed a hand on the other's wrist holding his shirt collar, soothing it. "Senpai, yesterday was our scheduled date, remember? We arranged this weeks ago."

"Tch, you and your lowly scumbag methods of blackmail, Morinaga!" Tatsumi practically spat, though he refrained from doing so directly in his lover's face.

"I-It's not blackmail, senpai! It's…"

"It's what, Morinaga? What is it if it's not blackmail, you tell me!"

The dark-haired man paled a bit as he fought to come up with some sort of intelligent retort that his senpai would accept; doing so was not as easy as it should be. "That's because… uh… it's… my undying love and adoration for you?"

There was a long pause of silence as Tatsumi processed this comment with a twitching brow, giving Morinaga a lengthy glare until his lips curled and both hands shot out to grasp his collar fully, shaking him in a rather violent manner. "BULLSHIT! You're blackmailing me and you know you are! You think everything is just fine and dandy and that you can do whatever you want, well guess what? It's time you started to think again, Morinaga!"

"E-Eh?" Morinaga attempted to gain his balance as he was practically throttled, grasping the other's bare arms to try and loosen their death-like grip. As he dug fingers into his flesh, the teen slowly started to realize that in the process of Tatsumi grabbing him, the sheet he had been using to cover himself had fallen to pool around his feet in a heap; the obligatory look-over began and poor Morinaga couldn't stop his gaze from trailing from the top of Tatsumi's toned chest and then clear down his abdominal muscles, then past his waist to…

The dark-haired teen gulped suddenly and tore his eyes away before things progressed any further.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?" Morinaga's senpai throttled him for a few moments longer before his grip finally began to slacken, allowing the poor victim a reprieve from the onslaught of physical assaults. When their eyes finally met again, Tatsumi noticed the severe flush upon the other's face and his scowl only deepened. "What, dare I ask, is going through that lewd mind of yours now?"

"Senpai… your, ah… sheet fell." He decided to go with being honest.

Tatsumi followed the indication of his gaze before he too turned a deep shade of crimson, rapidly gathering up the hems and holding them flush to his form to get some sort of privacy from peering eyes. "Y-You! There you go again; that's all you ever think about, I swear to God!"

"That's not true, senpa-"

"I've had enough! My pride as a man has been shamed beyond belief and hell if you think I'm going to just stand around and let you have your disgusting way, Morinaga!" Tatsumi swelled visibly as he grit his teeth and jabbed a finger in Morinaga's direction, looking every bit as intimidating as the other knew him to be at his worst.

"I'm going to top and see how YOU like being made a mess of all night! I will personally see to it that you understand what torture you put me through every night you deem it a wonderful idea to do just exactly that, so don't think you're going to get away from your crimes, Morinaga!"

The silence that fell about them was eerie and unnerving, every second that passed adding to the mass bewilderment that was starting to register on Morinaga's face. When it finally started to dawn on him the intentions his senpai was throwing in his face, he simply gaped and sputtered when he tried to make a reply. "W-what?"

"Do I have to spell it out loud and clear for you, you pervert? I, as in me, Souichi Tatsumi, am going to fuck you for once and see to it that you are put in your proper place!" Tatsumi repeated the last three words with an accentuated point to each one, adding to the effect with another prod of his finger until it was deathly clear that Morinaga knew what he was in for.

To say that Morinaga was fearful for his life would have been an understatement.