I'm just chilling, writing and proofreading and watching animal planet's too cute show. Yeah. puppies are just TOO CUTE!

So, I will be writing quite slowly because of the upcoming exam week. I hope I won't be abandoning my studies and fleeing back to my stories because that has happened so many times before...

This might have bad grammar but I'm too tired to do anything about it ahahhhhh. Enjoy and remember to stay hydrated with water, not with energy drinks that shit will eat away your teeth.

Oh yeah, I DO NOT own Free! or any of its characters, but the plot belongs to me. you try and steal it I will behead you like the old times.

The engine roared and the car started to move. A quite buff man with reddish hair who had a bright purple suit on was behind the wheel, taking every once in a while a glance from the rear mirror to check on his boss.

"S-sir?" The boy asked quietly, he was still blindfolded. Listening to the car's engine hum somehow made him less nervous.

"Yes, babydoll," the man answered, his voice full of affection. He started to massage the boy's neck, which the boy found a bit disturbing and soon wiggled under his touch.

"Why?"

The boy was truly confused of his situation and wanted to find out more about his social status and the buyer. "W-why did you pick me? Moreover why was I for sale, I still have parents and we have a dog." The boy turned his head where his owner was, but only saw black because of the cloth on his eyes.

The male lifted the fragile body to his lap and started to play with the younger male's hair with his fingers. "You are perfect for me, that's it." No more words were needed for him. The boy was perfect for him and that's enough of a reason for him to buy him. "I will train you well, feed you well, use you well. If you oppose me you will regret it with all your heart" the possessive statement shocked the boy a little, but got over it as fast as it came.

"I will take your blindfold off and you will behave, understand?"

He felt the man take his blindfold off, first starting with his tied hands. The older male then started untying the tight knot that the twig had done. You can see that the twig had gone to a boy scout.

Off came the cloth and the first thing the boy saw was the male's olive green eyes which were a bit droopy, enhancing his nice guy look. His light brown hair was stylishly slicked back with only little hair gel to keep it real. He wasn't sure if he had his own scent or if it was his cologne which smelt very rich and manly and beachy, almost like bitchy. The boy snickered in his mind a little.

"Such beautiful face, and those eyes," Makoto breathed out longingly staring at them for a while, "and those eyes that reflect the whole ocean within them, perfection, Haru. Ahh, yes, your name from now on is Haru. My Haru." He moaned as he saw Haru's everything, taking note of every little detail the newly named boy's little face had— His shiny big blue eyes fitted perfectly with his jaw and cheeks, his jet black hair that has partially side swept bangs. He did not see everything everything, just his face and a little of his creamy white chest, hell everything was creamy white on this little boy and the hungry man loved every bit of it.

"Um… sir—"

"My sweet child, call me Makoto."

"... Makoto." Haru flinched when Makoto slid his cold fingers from his face to his open chest, touching and feeling every area visible to the old man. Haru pushed the hand away and looked down mortified when he saw Makoto's angry expression.

Makoto took forcefully of his hand which he had slapped with and shook it violently "Don't touch me like that without my permission! Do you understand?!"

The boy sobbed, leaving small tears trailing down his puffed cheeks and nodded. Poor little things was shaking like a leaf on the male's lap.

"You need to always look at me when I am talking to you, seeing as I am your new owner." Makoto took Haru's chin and pulled it so that Haru was facing him again.

"Haru-chan, you are just too cute. I want to eat you up." Makoto shivered with delight and inched closer to Haru's face. He moaned softly to Haru's ear and stuck his tongue ever so softly inside, licking the interior and moaning a little more. His hand was groping Haru's small chest which slowly started to slide down town to lazy town. Something in Makoto's pants said other than lazy town, though.

Haru twitched and moaned to his owner's touches, and embarrassed took an accidental glance at the driver, they locked eye-contact for a second through the mirror before the flushed driver turned his focus back on the road. The driver cleared his throat and gripped tighter onto the steering wheel. He could feel his arousal grow more and more as the boy kept moaning and groaning.

"Haru-chan, don't ignore me, let the driver do his job" Makoto whispered to Haru's ear in a childish manner. His cold fingers slid past the elastic of Haru's boxers, which weren't that tight on him, because of Haru's small figure. They were quite loose fitting to him, maybe they would suit better for Makoto.

Haru's legs slightly opened, his one hand holding onto Makoto's shoulder to prevent him from falling off his lap. Haru wasn't sure if he wanted him to keep on going, but it kinda felt good so he didn't give any signs of protest, for now.

But good things have to come to an end. The car had come to a stop and the driver was now turned towards the two "s-sir, we have arrived to our house." He waited in his seat for further instructors, but was dismissed by Makoto's waving hand as his mouth was busy licking a delicious meal that was the boy.

"But sir—"

"Leave us. Now."

Makoto's voice was stern when he spat the words, but his actions remained gentle and soft towards the boy. He placed Haru on the leather seat and loomed over the bright red boy in between his legs. The boy had shivered as he was placed on the cold seat, because the jacket that the twig had given him was thrown out of the window before Makoto had started his crusade on the boy.

Makoto pinned Haru's hands above his head and attacked his neck and abdomen while his other hand massaged the boy's bum. Haru moaned like a Japanese adult video star and was thrashing at the forceful contact, but shrieked when the car door opened where a man few centimeters shorter than Makoto was standing hands crossed. He had blue hair and red framed glasses, which he pushed up from the sides with his thumb and index finger. Like the rest of the team, he also had a suit on.

"Boss, would you please get out of the damned car?"