"Argh, stupid phone..." Hiro moaned as he hoisted himself out from between his warm covers to lunge for the phone. "This had better not be any more of those goddamn phone seller people! I DON'T NEED ANY MORE WINDOWS! NO MORE WINDOWS! AHHHHHHHHH!! Hello?"

"H-Hey... Hiro?"

"Oh hey, what's up Shu-chan? You sound a little... Violated."

"Y-Yuki! He! He! There were spatulas! And porridge!! And! Ahhhhhh!"

"Oh my god! Hang in there Shu-chan! I'll be right over! That bastard! You're too good for him... He doesn't deserve you!!"

Hiro slammed the phone down in anger, cracking the flimsy plastic case as it made impact with his dressing table. He was shaking with rage at his best friend's lover; he felt like tracking Eiri Yuki down like the dog he was and castrating the fucker. But he controlled himself; he had to be there for Shuichi.

Throwing on a jacket, Hiro grabbed his keys and hurried out the door, pausing only to brush his sleep-tousled locks.

"Shuichi! Shuichi! Answer the door!"

Shuichi hauled himself up from the wooden floorboards, and limped as well as he could towards the door. It seemed to take several excruciating hours before he collapsed against the door handle, panting heavily, causing the door to swing open. Hiro's eyes widened in surprise as a pallid Shuichi fell into his waiting arms.

"Shu-chan! Are you alright??"

"Oh Hiro... I-I'm so g-glad y-you came..." Shuichi's usually GENKI voice trembled as he greeted his best friend.

"Come on... Let's get you inside..."

Hiro picked Shuichi up and carried him, bridal style, into the sparsely decorated apartment. He laid his friend's lithe body on Yuki's sofa.

"Stay there, and I'll get you some water."

Hiro walked through to the kitchen, noting the bloody door as he passed it. What on earth had Yuki done? He shuddered inwardly; somehow, he didn't even want to know. Suddenly, he heard a loud squelch from beneath him. He looked down, to see that he had stepped in a puddle of a reddish goo. He covered his mouth with his hand, feeling all at once rather nauseous. What the hell...

"Hiro..."

Shuichi was leaning in the doorway, a painful expression crossing his graceful features. Seeing Shuichi like this... Hiro could hardly control himself. He felt a mixture of anger... And jealousy. He had liked Shuichi since they were in high school together. He was jealous, that Yuki got to do these things to Shuichi, but he couldn't. Then, Shuichi began to cry.

Something wrenched in Hiro's heart, and seconds later, he was pulling his friend into a tender embrace. Then... Out of the corner of his eye... He saw it, just sitting there on the surface, glimmering in the dim sunlight. Its smooth steel contours called out to him, Hiro! Hiro! Use me! Use me! A maniacal grin spread across his previously concerned face, and a twinkle appeared in his eye. Yes. He would use it!

Hiro pinned Shuichi against the door frame. He stopped crying and stared at Hiro, his face transforming into a mask of terror. Hiro looked like a monster, like those scary ones he'd read about, the ones that ate up cute little boys like him! Oh no! Hiro was going to eat him! Shuichi clamped his eyelids shut and waited to be eaten, but...

Hiro was kissing him!? His eyes shot open as he felt Hiro's tongue enter his mouth. What was happening?! Both boys collapsed to the floor, panting.

"Hiro... Wh-What..."

"Sh... Don't cry, Shuichi."

"Y-You're s-s-scaring me!!"

"It's ok... I won't be like Yuki."

And suddenly Hiro was on top of him, caressing his milky flesh with guitar-callused fingers. He could feel the ends of Hiro's luxuriously soft hair ticking his naked skin, Hiro's warm breath making his whole body tremble.

"No..."

"It's ok, Shuichi. Besides, I can't stop myself now, even if I wanted to."

Shuichi could feel himself getting hard... Why was his own body betraying him like this?! Wasn't once in one day enough?! Ugh, it hurt so much... He was sure his insides were already torn to pieces.

"Wait a second Shu-chan... There's something I need to get."

Shuichi closed his eyes for what seemed like an eternity, grimacing with the pain that still throbbed through his body. When he opened them again, he let out a horrified gasp. Hiro was standing over him, with the handheld whisk in his hand! What was he going to do with that?! Oh no... Shuichi was sure that he would never set foot in another kitchen, no, never again!

Hiro knelt down on the wooden floor with the whisk in his hand. He was certain that Shuichi had been sufficiently stretched earlier, by Yuki. Well, that was one thing he could thank that bastard for. He spread apart Shuichi's porridge-splattered thighs, and gazed down at the tender hole that would so perfectly accommodate his beloved whisk.

"Perfect..."

Shuichi screeched like a dying cat as the whisk was inserted into his bowel, teasing open the barely-closed wounds. Hiro was supposed to be his friend! How could he betray him like this? But worse was yet to come, as Hiro turned the handle of the whisk, slowly at first, but gradually faster and faster until Shuichi was certain that he was going to die. His angelic voice was beginning to go hoarse. Meanwhile, Hiro was thoroughly enjoying himself. All of his darkest fantasies were finally coming true! It was like a dream... A dream from which he never wanted to wake up!

Shuichi was on the verge of passing out from the sheer agony, his eyes beginning to roll into the back of his head, when Hiro stopped. As he removed the whisk from Shuichi's ruined asshole, the enormity of what he had done hit him, and he screamed. What had he done to Shu-chan?! The blood-drenched whisk now terrified him, and he dropped it onto the already stained carpet, before vomiting violently. Shaking, he stood up and left quickly, leaving the body of his friend catatonic on the floor.