Never would Usagi have pictured, imagined, or even the let the idea of what was happening before him. It couldn't be real, IT WASN`T REAL! Misaki would come waltzing through the door like he always did. And then he did.
Misaki had been missing all day and that really worried him. But he received a text saying he`d be home late.
Hi Usagi,
Ill be home late tonight. I promise to text you when
I need a ride. BTW I`m at school with Toru.
-M
But now as Misaki stumbled in bleeding from his head and arm it was obvious that wasn` t where he was.
Misaki fell face forward onto the ground. He breathed in the familiar scent of cigarette smoke and weakly smiled. Finally after many, many hours of horrendous torture, he was home. He knew as he drifted off in his lovers weeping arms of the pain and humiliation he`d soon be forced to endure when his lover peeled off his clothing to reveal horrible marks, how his lover would question him, and how his over would never look at him the same after watching the video of his cruel abuse.
Misaki wanted nothing more than to sleep now though. To sleep and sleep and sleep. And sleep he did. Until finally he awoke with a gasping start. Misaki was next to his lover who was resting peacefully. There was no blood, no scars, and no pain. His lover stirred lightly. Misaki shifted so as to gingerly touch his entrance, a place he remembered getting bruised most. He pressed gently and sighed when he felt it was tight, tight but OK.
"Feeling frisky?"
Usagi was now hovering over Misaki with lust glazed eyes. Misaki froze. Usagi lowered himself down to Misaki`s lips and grinned against his lips. Misaki knew pleasure lied before him.