Disclaimer: I do not own Fushimi Saruhiko or Yata Misaki. Nor do I own K. :U ThoughIreallywishIdid -HIT-

Anywho…I really hope that you guys enjoy this little story I conjured up. ; w; It's been ages since I wrote fanfiction, so please bear with me. And I'm sorry if It's not all that good. I'm hoping to get back into the game again, aha. Nice to see you all again here on .

Please tell me what you think of it after reading. ; w;

On a side note, this will be rather short.


He struggled around in the bluenette's grasp, desperate to get away from him. Blue orbs gazed back into hazel ones, never daring to look anywhere else in the room. No…He didn't want this. Not at all. Why? Why was this asshole doing such a thing?

Pursing his lips together, Misaki screwed his eyes shut, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Was Saruhiko really going to make him drink down something so bitter tasting?

"Oi…Open up. You wouldn't want all of this to go to waste now, right?" Purring softly, Saruhiko caressed one of the teen's cheeks, tilting his head to the side.

Misaki wasn't opening his mouth anytime soon. Not for that traitor. Saru would have no choice but to resort to force. Gripping a handful of his auburn locks, the man pulled him closer, tightening his grip every now and then.

"You will drink down what I give you, whether you like it or not…" He hissed, leaning in towards the redhead's face.

"Che. Think I'm gonna give in to you so easi-…Ack…!" His eyes shot wide open as he felt the liquid being poured into his mouth. He should have never opened his mouth at that point.

"…Nngh…!" Eyebrows furrowed, Misaki drank the liquid. White had begun to spill from the corners of his lips as he was forced to drink down that vile stuff his ex-comrade was forcing down his throat. It felt cold and it tasted pungent.

"…Swallow it. All of it." The taller of the two demanded, not releasing his grip on the teen's auburn locks. Letting out a small groan, he complied, swallowing down the thick liquid. He shuddered as he felt it travel down his throat and rest inside of his stomach, tears stinging the corners of his eyes as the other male let go of his hair.

"See? I told you drinking milk wasn't that bad, Mi-Sa-Ki~" Saruhiko chimed, snickering.

Misaki placed a hand over his mouth, coughing and gagging. Damn that traitor.

"Urgh…F-Fuck…You stupid monkey. F-Forcing me to…Drink milk…"

He was already starting to feel sick to his stomach. Sure, he did learn to drink his milk and all…But there were sometimes where he still had some trouble with it. Damn Saruhiko. Misaki was definitely going to get him back soon enough.


I may write something a little more smut oriented the next time around, if I ever get to it. c:

But I hope you all enjoyed it~!