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"This is RIDICULOUS!" Souichi slammed the newspaper he was reading down on the table with enough force to shatter glass, irritation skyrocketing towards his lover who still had yet to come home that day. Morinaga had begun to avoid him ever since the other's assertion that he was going to be the one topping for once, and that very thought drove him absolutely nuts. Was Morinaga not serious about all of his past declarations of 'love and affection'? Was it all just some disgusting trick being played on his mind to turn him gay and then leave him to fend for himself? No… he wasn't going to allow the other to continue pussy-footing around while he had to sit and suffer! Tatsumi would wait… wait until Morinaga continued to show himself.
It wasn't until half past midnight that Morinaga finally returned from who knew where, the keys clicking into place as they turned and reversed the lock so that he could gain entrance to the apartment. It was painstakingly obvious that he was on edge, the way he poked his head in first to look around, glancing from one end of the house to the next before his eyes finally settled on the frame of Tatsumi passed out on the couch. Little did the raven-haired man know that Tatsumi wasn't really asleep, so as he slowly began to creep his way towards the bathroom, he was given quite the scare when an arm rapidly shot out and snagged the loop of his belt. Neither of them would have been surprised if Morinaga's yelp of alarm was loud enough to rouse the neighbors.
"MORINAGA!" Tatsumi's growl was lethal enough to ensure terror in the hearts and minds of the weak, which at this point likely included his lover whose eyes couldn't grow any larger than they already had. "You despicable coward, did you think you could easily avoid me all day and then just sneak on in when you thought all was quiet and calm?"
Morinaga stammered as he tried to cover for himself, "N-no, that's not it... I was-"
"You where what, going out to buy milk? Taking a walk? Drinking at the bar with all of your pretty little homo friends?" hissed the other, his voice growing noticeably with each accusation that spilled from his lips. It eventually got to the level that even Souichi could hear himself snarling and thus he gave his companion a shove and flopped back around on the couch to bare his back to him. "You know what, fine! I'm too tired to deal with this shit right now… go crawl into bed where you think it's safe."
"Senpai…" Fingers reached out to touch the other's shoulder, but they hesitated and then retracted as the ebon-haired man let an audible sigh shake him. It was times like these that the best thing to do was just give the other some space… Morinaga couldn't help but wonder if he even remembered the crazy promises he had been jabbing him with that very morning. He would have asked, but that might have sparked another unneeded debate that just ended in him running for his life; it wasn't that he was… afraid of bottoming to Tatsumi necessarily, but the thought was a bit overbearing. He had always been in charge in all of the relationships he had been a part in, and he was used to that sense of control. Not once in his life had he submitted to someone else, and although the thought was intriguing, it was simply too much, especially coming from the person he held so dear.
"I'll be up in time to make breakfast tomorrow… good night," whispered Morinaga, and he cautiously drew fingertips through the soft flaxen strands atop his senpai's head and then turned for the bedroom.
Tatsumi listened as the door closed with a soft click and let out another sigh, face scrunching up in contemplation. Judging by the other's reaction, he had been correct in assuming that Morinaga was avoiding him because of his earlier accusations. However, he was a man of his word and he was not going to allow the man to get away with everything he had done to him… Diabolical plans started brewing just as he could hear the gentle pitter-patter of rain begin to fall.
The first opportunity to execute his schemes came to Souichi the following evening, an hour after Morinaga had bid his senpai a good night and left to go catch some sleep. The minutes that trickled by seemed like an eternity to the impatient man, and he tapped his fingers irritably on the tabletop until finally he could wait no longer. Tatsumi stood and rolled up his sleeves, inwardly steeling himself as he trudged down the hall and stopped in front of the closed door that led to their shared room, brows furrowing. For a split moment he wondered if he seriously was going to go through with this, as normally given his personality he would have never even thought of doing something so… so…
Tatsumi shook his head furiously. He was not gay… he was just… extracting revenge, that was all. There was nothing gay, homo, perverted, or anything that remotely suggested as such about his plans to screw his housemate. Nope, definitely not…
Coming to this resolve, the man slipped off his glasses and folded them neatly so that he could slide them into the pocket on the front of his shirt, taking care not to make any noise as he turned the doorknob and crept inside stealthily. He could see the form of Morinaga within the recesses of the sheets, the steady rise and fall of his chest telling him that he was most definitely asleep, for which he was thankful. Had Souichi attempted this while Morinaga was still conscious, the outcome would have most likely ended in the other simply slipping away again and running for his life with his furious senpai in tow.
Tatsumi silently undid his belt from around his waist, sliding it out of the loops with practiced ease as he crept ever closer to the slumbering man in the bed. He held the article of clothing poised, and step by step he finally came to the bedside and stood over the other with a determined look on his face, breathing shallow yet quick as he stared down at the one who had eluded him since his decision to 'punish' his lover. Souichi pursed his lips in concentration and gracefully peeled back the sheets to reveal Morinaga in his sleeping pants, the soft browns and plaid formations making the elder look over them in marvel. Even he had to admit, Morinaga was quite fit; he'd seen those toned muscles flex and strain as he'd rammed his aching length into Tatsumi time and time again, until it seemed like morning would never come. And at first glance, it might have appeared that legs were on the scrawny side, but a few shouts and threats from his senpai's lips would have proved that those legs were in fact trained to run like the wind.
He shook his head; he was getting distracted. Somehow, he had to move Morinaga's arms above his head, and currently they were wrapped about a pillow and hugging it tightly to his chest. It was as if the slumbering youth had predicted the assault in his subconscious and was attempting to make Tatsumi's attempts as difficult as possible… sad to say it was working. Tatsumi grit his teeth and reached forward to softly allow his digits to graze the other's arm, pausing as he waited to see if the slight touch would disturb Morinaga from his slumber, and he sighed silently in relief when nothing happened. He grasped his arm and carefully pried it from the pillow so that he could gradually pull it up and rest it with his palm up next to the headboard. Fortunately, his victim didn't stir one bit and only wrinkled his nose when the pillow was picked up and placed on the floor.
Just one arm left to go, and then he could quickly use the belt to truss his wrists together with as much speed as he could muster. Then there would be no way that Morinaga could escape him, and he could flail and fight as much as he wanted to no avail. Biting his tongue in deep concentration, Souichi leaned forward and reached for the remaining arm with his hand not currently occupied with holding his belt, the pads of his fingers only getting as far as to make skin contact before Morinaga quite suddenly turned over in his sleep. The arm Tatsumi had tried to grasp swung up and over to smack him straight across the face with his fist, causing the man to let out a sharp yell of alarm as he stumbled backwards into the bedside table resting not too far from where he had been standing only moments before. Much to Tatsumi's horror, the lamp that sat atop it shuddered as the force of his weight jostled the table just enough, and the object launched itself off and down to the abyss of the floor where it promptly shattered.
Morinaga's eyes flew open at the jumble of noise and sat up in alarm, bewildered eyes darting around and expecting to see a burglar, and his senpai panicked. His plan had been utterly ruined in a matter of a few seconds due to his lover's spastic sleeping fits and twitches; he lunged from where he had fallen upon the floor before Morinaga could exactly get a grasp on his surroundings, but that didn't stop him from breaking into a panic as he felt someone tackle him to the bed.
"H-HELP! Somebody, I'm being-" shouted the ebon-haired youth, struggling as the other grappled at him and their limbs crashed together almost painfully, tangled as one was trying to gain the control and the other wanted desperately to escape.
"No, no you are not being robbed or mugged, just shut the hell up and… rrgh… hold still, goddamnit!" Tatsumi growled as he attempted to wrestle the other's wrists together, which was not going particularly well because Morinaga was continuously pulling his hands out from the loop of the belt just as the other was about to pull the other end through the buckle. The elder cursed his hands for not being as nimble as he wanted them to be.
Being the stronger of the two, Morinaga finally got the upper hand and maneuvered just enough so he could whip out one of the pillows from behind him, sending it flying into Tatsumi's face with a flick of his wrist, which in turn made the latter curse and drop the restraint. Morinaga had just enough time to make a dive off the bed and tumble to the floor, landing in a jumbled heap and hissing softly from the abrupt contact. He didn't get much time to sit up even as the pillow quite suddenly found itself thrown back into his face by the furious man still sitting upon the bed, now staring at him with a potent glare, and Morinaga winced as he looked up into his eyes.
"Tch!" Souichi's lip twitched before he rose and snatched up his belt, not even bothering to say another word to his lover as he promptly stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving Morinaga to remain in utter confusion as to what exactly had just transpired.
"Senpai…?" He called after him, but he was given no answer and he simply sighed as he got back onto his feet, rubbing the back of his head where he could feel a tender spot starting to form on his skull from the fall. He never quite expected Tatsumi to go to such measures to subdue him… his body was still attempting to recover from the shock and even as he sat back down on the mattress of his bed, Morinaga couldn't help but think about it.
The other was really serious about this, wasn't he…?