Chapter 2

It had been a few days since the incident had occurred. Akihiko made no attempts in asking Misaki the reason for his outburst or the dream he had that night. He wanted Misaki to grow comfortable around him, he wanted Misaki to confront him with his problems on his own.

Misaki had been thinking. He couldn't keep his secret from Usagi-san forever. He didn't know how Usagi san would react. He had no idea if Usagi san would still love him. He didn't know if Usagi san would want an impure Misaki, someone who had been tainted. He made up his mind. He would absolutely tell him.

Misaki, 9 years old

Misaki was waiting for his Nii-chan, who spent day and night working his ass off just to support Misaki. It had been one year since he lost his parents but he didn't couldn't feel down, not when his brother was working so hard. Misaki was way mature than required for his age, he didn't want to feel like burden, he wanted to help his brother in any way and if that meant being mature, he would gladly be that.

Misaki had finished his homework and few a chores around the house. He wanted Takahiro to praise him, compliment him on how independent he was.

"Tadaima!," Takahiro yelled,"Doku ni iru no Misaki?"

Takahiro's greeting was returned by an excited and gleeful Misaki.

"Okaeri Nii-chan!"

"Misaki, I want you to meet my senpai at work. His name is Arata Fumihiro."

"I'm Misaki. Pleased to meet you."

"Oh~ What a polite child he is!", Fumihiro exclaimed.

Misaki turned red, happy that he made a good impression on his brother's important colleague.

Arata Fumihiro was 2 years older to Takahiro, an elder brotherly figure. Someone Takahiro could lean on if he needed help.

Arata soon became someone who always came over to help Takahiro take care of Misaki and soon Misaki also looked upto him as a reliable older brother. He was to fun to hang around with and also helped Misaki with his homework, things that were a tad too difficult for him.

"Arata-nii! Look! I got 95 points on the math test you helped me prepare for!" Misaki said happily. He was truly grateful for Arata-nii, his method of teaching was easy and he wasn't hard on Misaki if there was something he couldn't understand.

"Subarashii Misaki! You've done me proud." Arata exclaimed.

"Senpai! If it's not a problem, can you please go check up on Misaki for me? I'll be running late today.", Takahiro said running up to Arata.

"Sure it's no problem", said Arata, smiling warmly.

He had to do it today, while Takahiro wasn't around. He couldn't let this opportunity slip by, after all he'd been waiting.

"Misaki? Where are you?"

"Arata-nii? Why are you here? Where's Nii-chan?", Misaki asked, genuinely concerned about his brother's whereabouts.

"He'll be running late today, so why don't you show me to your room? We can play~"

"Seriously?! You'll play with me? Nii-chan is always too tired to play with me. My room's right this way!"

"Oh, sugoi ne~ What a wonderful room!"

Arata couldn't keep himself still. Blood was coursing throughout his body with renewed vigour, his heart was pumping blood faster than ever.

He switched off the lights.

"Eh? Arata-nii, why'd you switch off the lights?"

Misaki felt himself being lifted up and being thrown back onto the bed. He felt his shirt being ripped and pants removed.

"Arata-nii! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"JUST SHUT UP AND STAY QUIET. IF YOU DO, THIS'LL GET OVER FASTER AND IT WON'T HURT."

He moved his hands all over Misaki's small figure. Arata felt Misaki shiver, probably because his hands were cold, but that just made Arata way more restless. Arata bent down to suck on Misaki's soft, pink nipples as if it was the sweetest thing on Earth.

"STOP! LET ME GOOO!", Misaki yelled while thrashing his arms and legs about hoping to push Arata off of him and run away.

But his efforts were in vain. Arata soon held both his wrists and locked them, making it hard for Misaki to get free. Misaki soon heard the unbuckling of a belt and rustling of clothes. He felt something cold and sticky spread itself across his butt. He yelped when he felt a finger enter him. He was scared. So scared that he couldn't scream, so scared that his voice got caught at the back of his throat and refused to come out.

Arata left marks all over Misaki's body, his pale body bruising instantly.

"Aahh, what a wonderful body. Misaki you're truly something else.", Arata hoarsely said.

Soon after, whilst Misaki was still trying to catch his breath, Arata entered him. Misaki screamed, he didn't know what this foreign object in his body was. He was confused, he didn't know what was happening anymore. All he could feel was pain and all he wanted was his brother to hold him in his arms.

Arata went in and out of Misaki's small frame and couldn't stop. It was pleasure he never experienced before. He greedily kissed Misaki on his lips and moved down. He pulled Misaki up in such a way that he was in his lap and thrust harder into his body. Misaki screamed, excruciating pain coursing throughout his body. He didn't know what to do, he didn't know what was happening, he didn't know who this man was. The Arata-nii he knew was a kind man who always helped Misaki when his brother couldn't.

"Ugh… you're so tight Misaki!", Arata said with a voice that seemed to be drowning in pleasure.

Blood slowly trickled down Misaki's thighs and onto the bed, but that didn't stop Arata. He just kept going harder and harder, thrusting continuously without checking up on Misaki. He finally climaxed, but he wasn't done yet. Just when Misaki thought the worst was over, he was flipped, his head smashing down the bed with tremendous force. Arata wrapped his hand around Misaki's neck threatening to kill him if he made a sound.

Misaki didn't know how long he'd been tortured. His tears wouldn't come out simply because there was nothing left in his body to produce tears. He was dehydrated and tired. He didn't know what he had done to deserve such treatment from Arata-nii.

An hour later

"Tadaima Misaki!", Takahiro shouted. He had bought Misaki's favourite dessert to make up for coming home late that day.

No answer…

"MISAKI? MISAKI WHERE ARE YOU?! DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME YOUNG MAN, TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE!", Takahiro yelled frantically searching for Misaki. Misaki wasn't in the living room or in the bathroom.

He made his way to Misaki's bedroom and switched on the lights.

He felt his heart stop. He felt his blood leave his face and palms. He couldn't move. He saw his young brother, sprawled on the bed, completely naked, bleeding from multiple places.

"MISAKI!"

TBC.