AN: Hi I have no idea why I didn't have a into to this chapter before but I'm doing it now. I hope you like this chapter and it excites you as much as it did me as I wrote it please enjoy!
The Runt and The Master Chapter 2
They packed up the few things Atsushi had and put it in his little suitcase and went back downstairs everyone was lined up in two lines all the way to the door waiting to say goodbye. Some of them Atsushi had actually become friendly with, and he waved and smiled shyly to them. On his left close to the door he saw Jubei Sakamoto scowling with tears in his eyes. Atsushi thought he knew why he looked this way, so he reached out and leaned close to Jubei and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear.
"Don't worry Jubei I forgive you."
Jubei's eyes went wide and he began to hiccup cry as Atsushi pet him gently.
"I-I I'm so-sorryyyy...A-Atsushi!" Jubei sobbed.
"Bye bye Jubei."
Atsushi walked further and right into the headmaster's open arms.
"We're gonna miss you Atsushi, be happy in your new life." The headmaster said swaying lightly with the lavenderette in her arms.
Atsushi squeezed her as hard as he could. She was the closest thing he had to a mother and she was wonderful. He would miss her most of all. She pulled back to look down at Atsushi and smiled.
"You've become so strong and brave in the last month! I'm so proud of you!" And you've grown a bit too. The headmaster beamed.
Atsushi smiled at her pleased that she had noticed the change in him.
"I supposed we have you to thank for that Seijuro Akashi. The headmaster smiled turning to the mismatch gaze of the impressive little red head boy.
"You take good care of him Seijuro."
She said squinting and wagging her finger at him playfully.
"Of that you can be sure of Madame." Seijuro stated bowing at the waist.
That was that, Atsushi moved into Seijuro's family mansion. He had his own room which was as big as the room he and all the other boys slept in at the orphanage. He couldnt have been happier even if he was with his biological parents.
Atsushi was hoping to meet Seijuro's parents, but that didn't happen for another six months they were always away on business. Though when he finally did meet them they were lovely, and they seemed to be very fond if him too, but not even a month after the returned they left again. Which left Atsushi and Seijuro alone a lot. They still had the mansion staff and Tanka the family lawyer, the man who had come to pick up Atsushi with Seijuro when he was adopted. That was fine for Atsushi but he wondered if that might be one of the reasons Seijuro had his parents adopt him in the first place, maybe Seijuro was...lonely.
For the first few years Atsushi stayed relatively small and girlie looking, and though Seijuro had him learning self defense the little lavenderette just didn't have that fighting spirt. He knew all the moves and he was exceptional at any martial art he was taught. He had bluffing and telling people "no"down pat, but when it came to fighting he just didn't have it in him to cause other people pain even if they were picking on him.
On the first day of school one of the schools biggest bullies Saito Fujimori came in late that day and decided to pick on Atsushi seeing as he was new and small. Little did he know that the amethyst eyed doll was Seijuro's adopted brother. Everyone knew not to mess with Seijuro.
Fujimori had decided it was a good idea to hang Atsushi up like a coat in the class coat room. It didn't take long for word to get to Seijuro. So he decided he'd go survey the scene and lend a hand if need be.
"Haha your feet don't even touch the ground pip squeak!" Fujimori chortled.
Atsushi didn't cry he was finally over his crying stage at least in front of other people he still did it when he was alone sometimes but lately he'd hadn't had any need for tears. So he just glared at the bully.
"Why're ya just staring at me ya little brat! Why don't you cry!" Fujimori yelled.
Atsushi just stared at him blankly.
"Fine! I bet you'll cry if I hit you!"
Atsushi was now very afraid, not because he feared Fujimori would hurt him. Atsushi feared he was going to be forced to to defend himself, and Atsushi didn't want to hurt Fujimori.
Little Atsushi saw Fujimori's arm pull back to punch him and he knew he'd have to defend himself. Atsushi was small but he hit hard and was a lot stronger then he looked. All the training with Seijuro's instructors and sparing with Seijuro had paid off.
"Atsushi...there you are." Seijuro cooed sweetly.
Atsushi saw Fujimori's eyes go wide with fear, and he froze with his arm cocked back. Fujimori turned his head and looked into the red heads deadly gaze.
Seijuro walked slowly toward him with his hands behind his back. Fujimori was caught in the grip of Seijuro's unnerving stare. Seijuro had a natural persona that told you, he was a predator and you were prey. Your every instinct screamed that he was deadly. He very rarely had to use his actual strength to make his point or get his way.
"Uhhhh h-hey A-Akashi...uhhh I I..." Fujimori stammered.
"Hmmmm...funny I don't recall speaking to you. In fact I was speaking to my new adopted brother Atsushi Murasakibara. I see you've met him." Seijuro said smiling deviously at Fujimori.
Fujimori began to shake as he watched Seijuro lift Atsushi off the hook he had placed him on.
"A-Akas-sshi-i I-I d-didn't kn-"
Seijuro turned back around and faced Fujimori still grinning like an evil doll.
"Hey Fujimori I wanna show you something, you wanna see it?" Seijuro asked with his head cocked to the side leaning forward staring into Fujimori's frightened gaze.
Fujimori gulped unable to rip his gaze from Seijuro's mismatch glower.
"Y-yes?" Fujimori answered
"But of course you do!" Seijuro replied gleefully leaning back and bringing his hands in front of himself.
Somehow Seijuro had acquired a rather good sized pair of very sharp looking scissors. He placed them on Fujimori's big belly and twisted them a bit, as he simpered up at him. Fujimori swallowed audibly looking down at the scissors poking his belly.
"You see these scissors Fujimori? I really want to see how sharp they are, you know? But I just can't think of anything that I want to try them on." Seijuro said pushing the scissors harder into Fujimori's stomach.
Fujimori began to quake in his shoes as the scissors steel blades scratched his soft flesh through his thin shirt.
"A-Akas-shi I-I!" Fujimori exclaimed.
"Ah ah ah! Don't move Fujimori I wouldn't want to cut you, now would I?" Seijuro replied sarcastically.
"N-no A-Akashi y-you w-wouldn't want to d-do that."
"Now seeing as you didn't know that Atsushi was mine I'll let you slide without trying my handy dandy new scissors on your worthless hide. Though I do recall telling you not to bully anyone. Hmmmm...what to do what to do...? Ah! I know!"
With one swift move Seijuro cut Fujimori's leather belt and his pants fell to the floor.
"Oh my! These are sharp I didn't even have to squeeze hard to cut through your belt. Ugh! but now I wish I hadn't please pull up your pants I don't want my Atsushi to see such unsavory things!" Seijuro scorned.
Seijuro grabbed Atsushi hand and made his way around Fujimori. Just as he and Atsushi got to the doorway he turned and smiled.
"Oh! And if you ever even look at my Atsushi funny I won't be so lenient next time. Have a nice day!" Seijuro said cheerfully.
Atsushi blushed bright red he was so happy that Seijuro had called him "his" Atsushi. He was beside himself with joy. Until he remembered that Seijuro had saved him again. Then he was a little disappoint with himself.
"Um Seijuro I'm sorry you had to save me again." Atsushi whispered softly.
"I didn't save you Atsushi, I saved Fujimori. Seijuro replied.
"Huh?"
"I could see that you were fully prepared to defend yourself and you would have done so had I not come upon you, but you also would have been upset if you hurt him. I don't want you upset behind someone like Fujimori. I on the other hand have no problem using menace to sway people's bad decisions." Seijuro replied grinning evilly.
Atsushi thought about that for a bit. Seijuro was right he really would have felt bad if he'd hurt Fujimori even if he deserved it. Atsushi stared at the little redheads profile as they walked down the hall to make their way to the play ground. He loved everything about him. From the top of his ruby red head to his dissimilar expressive eyes. All the way down to his perfectly dressed toes.
That was the first time Atsushi felt that sweet flutter in his chest. Atsushi and Seijuro only grew closer, and the little lavenderette began to realize that his love for Seijuro wasn't brotherly.
By this time Atsushi had been living with Seijuro for a little over 4 years now, he was 9 and Seijuro 10. They had both thinned out and gotten taller, but Seijuro was still a bit taller then Atsushi. He desperately wanted to catch up to Seijuro. So Atsushi ate all the time over the years. It had been a great 4 years the best years of Atsushi's life, but as Atsushi's got older things got even more complicated.
Atsushi would get "excited"when Seijuro touched him and blush when he would hold him, and when they shared bathes he always had to hide his private part so Seijuro wouldn't find out how he really felt. Seijuro had come to believe his little lavenderette was just bashful. Atsushi didn't know if Seijuro felt the same about him, and he loved him way too much to make Seijuro uncomfortable. So he kept his growing love to himself.
The hardest part was sometime Seijuro would suddenly stare at Atsushi then he'd pull him close and kiss the little lavenderette right on the mouth. The first time it happened they were watching TV in Seijuro's room. When Atsushi was about 6 or 7. Out of nowhere Seijuro pushed Atsushi down on the bed. Atsushi stared up at the amorous red heads divergent orbs. His heart beating so fast it was like a humming bird fluttering in his chest. Slowly Seijuro lowered himself down and pressed his soft warm lips to Atsushi's perfect pout.
"Mmmmmm..." Atsushi moaned.
As Seijuro moved his lips slowly over Atsushi's while holding the back of his head and neck. Atsushi mind was a blur he was nothing but sheer sensation. He quivered as Seijuro's tongue slipped into his little mouth exploring him as Atsushi gripped his adopted brother's shoulders with his tiny hands, and just as Atsushi felt he would pass out Seijuro released him. He just simply sat up, then sat Atsushi up and once again began watching TV like nothing.
After that it happen more often, sometimes Seijuro would rub his body against Atsushi's. It felt so good. Atsushi loved it and he loved Seijuro but they never spoke about what they were doing. They only did it then stopped when Seijuro seemed somewhat sated. The one time Atsushi gathered up enough courage to ask Seijuro about it, he simply said it was because he was his little brother and families kiss each other. For some reason that answer really hurt Atsushi, he expected another answer but he didn't know what it was. He just knew that wasn't the one he was looking for. That was the first time he had wanted to cry since coming to live with Seijuro.
Seijuro realized how hurt Atsushi was about his answer and he stopped kissing Atsushi for a long time. Trying to keep his desires at bay. Atsushi missed Seijuro's kisses but he never asked him to start it up again. Seijuro seemed to be fighting himself about it and Atsushi didn't wanna cause him anymore stress then he was already having.
Then after months of abstaining Seijuro finally broke down, and just like before, Seijuro just jumped the amethyst eyed boy. They were taking a bath and suddenly seijuro was on him. Thrusting his tongue into Atsushi's warm,wet mouth.
"Hahhhhmmmnnn..." Atsushi sighed as he slid his hands up Seijuro's soapy wet skin pulling him closer.
Seijuro broke from the kiss, surprised by Atsushi's lusty response, as he held Atsushi's naked wet body in his own soapy arms.
"Oh my little Atsushi did you miss my touch?" Seijuro cooed.
Atsushi blushed and nodded. Happy to have him near. Suddenly the lavenderette moaned as Seijuro's firmly griped and stroked the his little Atsushi's private part.
"Ahhhh...No S-Seijuro d-don't." Atsushi begged.
His whole body was shuddering and he panted softly against Seijuro's open lips. Seijuro gazed down into his sweet Atsushi's lavender eyes.
"Do you really want me to stop? I will if you want me to Atsushi." Seijuro replied.
Atsushi didn't know what to say he didn't want Seijuro to stop but he knew something was off. Something needed to be said or understood but Atsushi didn't know what it was he just knew he needed more. But his body was to needy for Seijuro's touch so he just shook his head no.
With that Seijuro grinned and began stroking Atsushi's member as he kissed him.
"You're so cute Atsushi, I'm sorry I just can't resist you. I need to touch you too."
Seijuro returened his lips to his little cherubs kissing him softly and slowly as he continued to pump Atsushi's now swollen shaft. Atsushi gripped Seijuro's shoulders groaning and bucking against his loves amorous strokes.
"Ah ah S-Seijuro..." Atsushi moaned dropping his head back panting softly.
Seijuro smiled and slipped his tongue into Atsushi's mouth again and it was glorious. All the feelings he had bottled up broke free as he fiercely devoured Atsushi's lips. Seijuro's pumping became more urgent, and the sensations that were surging all over his body were new and amazing.
Atsushi couldn't stop his voice from coming out and the more noise he made the more urgent Seijuro became kissing, grinding and touching all over all of a sudden Atsushi's whole body went rigid and shook. Atsushi had never felt anything so intense. He'd had dreams about Seijuro and doing things to him and woken up "wet", but never anything as good or as intense as this.
"Ahhhhhhh! Seijuro! The little lavenderette cried as he gripped Seijuro,digging his nails into his back.
When little Atsushi finally relaxed a bit he saw that he had shoot his cream all over Seijuro's hand and chest.
"Oh no Seijuro I-I'm s-sorry I-" Atsushi whispered apologetically.
"Shhh...Atsushi I'm happy that I was able to bring you to release that was my intention." He replied leaning forward and kissing his little love's lips.
"Don't be ashamed, I'm not."
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