To Akihito's relief, Mirai, Mitsuki, and Sakura didn't remember ever holding a trial with Hiroomi and him and Ai. That meant Hiroomi didn't have to follow him everywhere with his hands in his armpits. Upon hearing this, he relaxed and went about his day as he normally would.

"Senpai!" turning, he smiled as Mirai trotted up to him, arms full of books. "C-can you meet us in the clubroom? Mitsuki-senpai called a meeting during lunch, so please bring your food."

"Sure, thanks for telling me, Kuriyama-san." Akihito smiled widely, reaching up to pat her head, something he had been recently getting into a habit of doing. The pale pink-haired girl blushed before tipping forward in a slight bow and dashing in the opposite direction. Smiling, Akihito began to walk to his class, a slight bounce in his step. Unbeknownst to him, Hiroomi had seen their interaction, and for some reason, not liked it one bit.

Frowning slightly, he retreated around the corner to return to his class, a heavy feeling settling in his chest.

...

Later that day, Akihito brought lunch to the Literary Club room and sat at the table, sipping a glass of water. Behind him, the sun had just begun to fall, and the soft orange light streamed through the window. A small piece of paper caught his eye, labeled: To Senpai. Picking it up, he scanned the note.

Senpai,

Mitsuki-senpai and I are going to make copies of the itinerary! We'll be back soon.

~Kuriyama Mirai

Smiling slightly, he held the note in his lap, eating a rice ball with one hand and staring at the wall. After he finished his lunch he set the tray on the bookshelf and fell back against the chair, the note still in his hand. Tilting his head back, he stared at the ceiling, bathed in silence. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

...

Akihito became away of a soft pressure on his face and lips. His eyes were still closed, but he suddenly became aware that he was being kissed. A part of him hoped it was Mirai; how wonderful it would be to have a bespectacled beauty taking interest in him! The other part of his brain, however, told him that Mirai's lips were not so big, nor so cool or chapped. His hand twitched, and his eyes flew open when he realized the note was gone. Above him, Hiroomi stood, his eyebrows furrowed and a small frown on his face.

Pushing away, the back of Akihito's chair fell against the bookshelf as he wiped his mouth. "Wh-wh-wha-what the hell?!" he gasped, staring at Hiroomi with a bright red face. Hiroomi brought the note up in Akihito's face.

"So now you're leaving notes?" His voice was low, and it caused a shiver to go down the blonde's spine.

"L-leaving notes? What are you talking about?" he gaped, pressing farther against the chair as Hiroomi leaned forward. Akihito could feel his breath brushing his cheeks. It caused goose bumps to form and another visible shiver roll down his spine. Akihito's hands automatically came up to push against Hiroomi's shoulders, but the black-haired male grasped his wrists in a tight grip, the note fluttering to the ground.

When Hiroomi pressed his lips against Akihito's once more, the other male gasped and jerked his arms forward, trying to shake off Hiroomi's grip. It didn't work, and Akihito moaned in surprise when teeth bit down on his bottom lip. His mouth opened to protest, and a warm tongue pushed past his lips. Saliva dripped from the corner of Akihito's mouth as he panted harshly through his nose. In a quick movement, he bit down on Hiroomi's tongue before shoving the older boy away. The legs of his chair made a loud crashing noise as they hit the floor, and he jumped up, adrenaline rushing through his veins.

A hand around his wrist jerked him back, and a foot curled around his ankle caused Akihito to fall forward, He reached out with his free hand, grunting when he slammed against the wooden boards. He felt Hiroomi climb atop him, pinning his hips and shoulders down with a strong hold. Jerking violently, Akihito cried out, only to have something thick and soft cover his mouth. It was Hiroomi's scarf, and he yelled and cursed, his voice muffled in the fabric. "No one's going to come in, I locked the door." Hiroomi stated calmly above him. Glaring, Akihito thrashed his limbs, trying to throw Hiroomi off. The loss of pressure, and he cried out again as he was flipped onto his back, arms pinned above his head and eyes wide with fright.

Above him, Hiroomi held his arms down with one hand and loosened his tie with the other, before binding his wrists around the table leg tightly. Akihito winced as the metal leg dug slightly into his wrist. "I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, so just be quiet and stay still, will you?"

Like hell I will! Akihito shouted in his mind, struggling some more. Hiroomi ground his hips against Akihito's, causing the blonde to shiver and moan. Hiroomi's fingers began to undo the buttons of his school uniform, green eyes locked with hazel as his jacket was pushed out of the way. The buttons on his shirt were undone as well. "I don't know how to explain my actions," Hiroomi began, slipping a finger into Akihito's tie. The blonde shivered and twisted his head away. "All I know is that I find you interacting with Kuriyama Mirai... unpleasant. This might be love, Akkey." Hiroomi's voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned down to lick Akihito's cheek.

"Mmph!" Akihito twisted away, hips thrusting up as Hiroomi's hand cupped his erection. "Mmnn!" He stared up at the older male, trembling. Leaning down, Hiroomi placed a gentle kiss on each cheek and eyelid, unzipping his trousers and tugging them down. Akihito shook his head, but Hiroomi gently bit his exposed neck, sucking on the soft skin.

"Relax, Akkey," Hiroomi murmured, palming his erection. Akihito jerked his hips up and moaned. "I'm going to remove my scarf, so just bear with me for a while." After carefully removing the scarf, Akihito opened his mouth to scream, but Hiroomi placed a finger of her lips. "There's a cage around us, no one will hear." Akihito closed his mouth, biting his lip slightly.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked, voice strained.

"I was just thinking I never got to see your face properly last night."

"You couldn't have waited until another time?!" Akihito glared.

"So you would have let me do this at your house?"

"N—..." Akihito paused, before turning his gaze away. The throbbing heat in his lower regions made him squirm. Hiroomi slipped his finger beneath the band of his boxers, and Akihito jerked in surprise. "No—" Hiroomi pressed his lips against Akihito's hungrily, biting and sucking the soft flesh before plunging into his mouth with his tongue, tasting and curling Akihito's tongue. The blonde moaned helplessly. Tugging down Akihito's boxers, Hiroomi traced the tip of Akihito's cock, causing the younger to writhe and whine. "H-Hiroomi—"

"Ahh, your voice, so lovely." Hiroomi leaned down to bite and suck Akihito's nipples. Akihito arched against his mouth and bit his lip to suppress a loud moan. Smirking against Akihito's skin, Hiroomi began to pump his hand, causing Akihito to fall against the floor and pant, his hips bucking against Hiroomi's hand.

"N-no, Hiroomi, sto—Hnng...!" Akihito cried out, tears of pleasure stinging his eyes. "Nn..! St—sto...!" the half-youmu clenched and unclenched his hands, thighs trembling. Hiroomi quickened his pace; his own breathing labored as he shrugged off his school jacket and pulled his vest over his head. Akihito watched as Hiroomi unbuttoned his shirt slightly. The pressure in Akihito's nether regions began to steadily build, and his thrusts in Hiroomi's hands became uncontrolled and jerky. Hiroomi had pushed his own erection against Akihito's, intensifying both their pleasures. Hiroomi's hand was slicked and warm, and Akihito arched as he heard Hiroomi groan and felt liquid shoot onto his stomach and chest.

However, something was wrong, as Akihito still felt unbearable pleasure. It was then that he realized Hiroomi's hand was so tight around his erection that it stopped him from climaxing. "H-Hiroomi," he gasped, trying to pry the older male's hand away, "r-remove your hand." Hiroomi, who was breathing heavily, looked up to see Akihito's face twisted with painful pleasure. Suddenly, he smirked, and began to pump his hand again, making Akihito cry out and whimper loudly. "H-Hiroomi...! L-Let go!" he whimpered, hips thrusting against Hiroomi's hold on his weeping erection.

"Why should I?" Hiroomi asked playfully, rubbing his thumb over the tip of Akihito's cock. The blonde arched into Hiroomi's chest, his hands trembling as he twisted against his restraints. They became looser, and Akihito was able to pull one hand from the tie. "You look so helpless, it's a little cute." Akihito glared at him as best he could, face twisted with painful pleasure. "Maybe I should leave you like this," Hiroomi whispered against his neck, biting the salty skin. "What would you tell Kuriyama if she saw you like this?" Shaking his head numbly, Akihito tried to push Hiroomi away with his foot in an attempt to force him to let go. In response, Hiroomi bit harshly on his collarbone, and Akihito's free hand flew up to the back of his head, curling his fingers tightly into Hiroomi's hair.

"Hnn...H-Hiroomi! S-stop...!" Akihito whined, his body trembling. Hiroomi placed a gentle kiss on his jaw, pumping his hand quicker. Akihito fell against the floor, tears falling down his cheeks, moaning helplessly. He didn't even have enough strength to properly push him away. "Hiroomi! Let g-go!" He gasped, nearly breathless.

"Beg for it," Hiroomi whispered, stopping the movements of his hand.

"Wh-what?" Akihito gasped. Hiroomi smirked against his neck.

"Beg. For. It." He punctuated each word by rubbing the tip of his erection. Akihito threw his head back, crying out loudly.

"Th-this is ridiculous! We don't have the time for this!" He protested.

"We've gotten this far, haven't we?" Hiroomi questioned, looking down at Akihito through long eyelashes. Akihito gritted his teeth.

"L-let me come... P-please, Hiroomi!" he moaned, "P-please! Let me come...!" Hiroomi kissed away the tracks of salty tears, smirking triumphantly.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," with that, he released his grasp on Akihito's cock before kneeling down and engulfing him in one fell swoop. Akihito's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his hand flew to his mouth, and a loud scream like moan ripped from his lips. His fingers curled harshly into Hiroomi's dark locks, and the male beneath him grunted slightly. Curving his body over Hiroomi's head, Akihito panted heavily as his climax tore through his body. The table he was tied to scraped against the floor as it was tugged forward slightly, and Hiroomi held Akihito's waist as he cried and trembled, climaxing into his mouth. Hiroomi swallowed, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

Akihito was panting heavily, eyes wide and face flushed. The sudden knocking on the door caused him to jump. "Senpai, we're back! There were some problems with the copy machine!" Hiroomi stood, walking towards the door, when Akihito caught his ankle with his foot. "Senpai? Are you alright?"

"D-don't..." Akihito whimpered, tears still dripping down his face. "P-please, Hiroomi." The knocking continued.

"Senpai? Are you asleep again? Er... the door's locked, and Mitsuki-senpai's still at the copier!" Hiroomi looked down at Akihito, shirt and jacket hanging off of his arms. His wrists were red from the tie and his legs were trembling. His face was twisted with despair, a desperate pleading look in his eyes. Hiroomi kneeled beside him, untying his wrist and watching as Akihito relaxed, hands thudding softly to the floor. Hiroomi's arms came around him, and the dark-haired male shushed him quietly as he began to button his shirt.

...

"Senpai? Senpai, are you oka—Eek!" Mirai stumbled back, glasses askew and arms full of paper as the door was opened and Hiroomi stepped out carrying Akihito in his arms. "Se-senpai?!" Mirai gasped.

"He feels sick, so I'm going to take him home. Nothing to worry about." Mirai's arms tightened around the stack of papers.

"But—!"

"I-it's alright, Kuriyama-san. I-I'll be fine." Akihito said, turning to smile weakly at the smaller girl.

"Don't talk, you're going to hurt your throat," Hiroomi said, holding Akihito closer to his chest. Akihito shivered slightly and buried his head in Hiroomi's jacket. Hiroomi smiled at Mirai, before brushing past her.

"U-Um! Feel better, senpai!" Mirai called after the pair. In Hiroomi's arms, Akihito's eyes burned with tears.

...

Hiroomi lay Akihito on his bed, drawing the covers over the sleeping male. Hiroomi brushed strands of hair away from his eyes before leaning down to kiss his closed eyelid. Akihito shifted slightly, burying his face deeper in Hiroomi's pillow. Smiling slightly, Hiroomi changed into his pajamas and slipped under the covers with Akihito, wrapping his arms around the smaller male and nuzzling his cheek against soft hair.

...

When Akihito woke up, he realized he was lying on something soft and warm, and pressed against something even warmer. Twisting around, he could barely make out the form of another person behind him. When his eyes adjusted, Akihito saw it was Hiroomi, fast asleep. His mind blanked, before rage overtook his features and his fist came down on Hiroomi's head. In an instant, he was flipped onto his back with a forearm pressed against his throat firmly and his hands held above his head. Struggling, he tried to thro Hiroomi off, but was easily overpowered.

"What the hell, Hiroomi?!" He whispered harshly into the darkness. The pressure on his throat lessened.

"Akkey?" A yawn. "You know, it's not nice to punch people while they're sleeping."

"Why did you do that stuff to me?" Akihito demanded. Hiroomi tilted his head.

"What do you mean, Akkey?"

"You know! Today in the club room... you..." Akihito swallowed. "You forced me to...and I..." Hiroomi sat back on Akihito's hips, still pinning the blonde.

"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it," Hiroomi said, almost bewildered. Akihito's eyebrow twitched angrily.

"That's not the point! The point is you assaulted me—Mmph!"

"Shh, you'll wake everyone up," Hiroomi put his hand over Akihito's mouth. The blonde rolled his eyes and pushed Hiroomi off with his feet. The black-haired boy sat back, watching as Akihito pushed himself into a sitting position. "I'm disappointed, though. If we hadn't been interrupted, I would have gotten to hear more of you." Hiroomi sighed. Akihito's eyebrow twitched again, then his eyes widened.

"Kuriyama-san! What did she say?"

Hiroomi's dark green eyes lingered on Akihito's lips. "What do you mean?"

"Did she... did she seem worried?" Akihito asked.

Hiroomi's lips twisted down in a slight scowl. "Don't you remember?" Akihito shook his head. "She wished for your good health."

"Ahh~ How wonderful to have a bespectacled beauty worry over my health! Ah, crap! I forgot I wanted her to try on some pairs of glasses that would suit her so well—" Hiroomi placed his palm at the center of Akihito's chest, pushing him back against the pillows. "Hiroomi, what—"

"Why do you keep going on about that girl?" Hiroomi asked, eyes narrowed slightly. Akihito pushed his hand away from his chest.

"Kuriyama-san is a beautiful person! Why wouldn't I want to talk about her—Gah!" He jerked as Hiroomi's knee pressed in between his legs. "N-no! No more, Hiroomi!" He gasped,, throwing his head back as the dark haired male ground his knee into his hardening cock. Hiroomi's mouth tilted in a cruel smile.

"Hm? But you seem to be enjoying it, Akkey." The blonde couldn't help but moan and thrust his hips, and Hiroomi took the chance to lean down and crush their lips together. "You're mine, Akkey. I've marked you, and now you're mine." He whispered, pulling Akihito's head back to bite at the male's bruised throat.

"N-no, nng..." Akihito protested, struggling against Hiroomi's hold. Within minutes, he had Akihito writhing underneath him, and seconds later, he came, staining the crotch of his pajama pants and falling tiredly against the sheets. Hiroomi placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Sleep Akkey, you'll need it." Akihito protested weakly, but fell asleep anyways.

Slipping out of bed, Hiroomi rummaged under his bed, looking for a certain cardboard box. "Ah, here it is~" he smiled as he pulled it out. Though it was dark, Hiroomi used his hands to feel around in an attempt to find what he was looking for.

There were times when Akihito tossed that Hiroomi stilled, but when he showed no signs of waking up, he continued to look. "Aha~ I found it." He smirked triumphantly, holding up the item and examining it. He chuckled lowly, looking back at Akihito's sleeping form. "Oh Akkey, I can't wait until tomorrow~"