A/N Woo, new chapter ~

This chapter is a very long flashback into Morinaga's mind, to see what really happened to make all of this happen between the three of them. You'll see what I mean.

The characters can get very OOC, but it's necessary to make this plot. So please don't complain that I didn't keep them in character or that I changed too much.

And the whole Asian rule of writing/saying your last name first, it's honestly weird in my opinion, but I follow the rule anyway.

Title: The Puppet Paradox

Disclaimer: Characters not mine, idea mine.

Characters: Souichi, Tetsuhiro, Masaki, Kunihiro, Hiroto, OC

Rating: M

Warnings: Sexual scenes, language, slight BDSM

PS: All Asian words are translated at the bottom in the ending author note.

Enjoy c:

His thoughts haunted him. He felt as if someone had locked him inside a cryogenic freezer; he had nowhere to run from the ghosts in his mind. Not only was his life now in danger, but Morinaga's was also, and that just wasn't okay.

What the hell did Masaki mean? He wanted him? He wanted him? What happened to Tetsuhiro and his brother? And who in their right mind would thirst for Souichi? Souichi, of all people. Morinaga didn't have a right mind, so he didn't count. Souichi was the farthest thing from being someone's one night stand. And he was with Morinaga, wasn't he? Well, not exactly with him, but he wanted him to stay, right? He had told him himself to stay. Right?

"Damn you, Morinaga..."

This was all Morinaga's fault. If he had never made a move on Souichi those many years ago and blackmailed him into spawning feelings for him, then none of this irrelevant shit would be happening. He had a life, studies, a family, and now he couldn't even look at them straight. Everything was twisted. He didn't need some bastard shoving his dick in other people's business where it didn't belong. That was disrespectful to Morinaga, after having wasted so many now useless feelings to appease Masaki. He had suffered so much at the loss of his first love, so why the hell was Masaki hurting him even more now? What did he even do to him? Something must've happened to bud this hatred from Masaki. This was solely between Masaki and Souichi, so it should've been resolved between Masaki and Souichi.

Why was Masaki targeting Tetsuhiro? Souichi could've handled just lust for himself, but why was Tetsuhiro's life on the line here? It was such an unrelated part of this "elaborate" plan of his. But why him of all people? Why was he targeting his beloved ex-boyfriend that he tried so hard to get back, and not in a good way?

What did Tetsuhiro do to Masaki? Was there something that he had neglected to mention to Souichi when he was recalling his past events? The wrist cutting, the hospital bracelets, the depression, all of these things he told Souichi which spurred on his Senpai's cute jealous rage. What was he hiding? Souichi couldn't help but tap his foot in annoyance, head pounding as the questions thundered in his brain.

What was Morinaga lying about?

He lived a wild life after the heartbreak. He couldn't control himself, the primal urge to dominate taking over his whole form. He needed contact; he needed to feel loved and appreciated. He needed the close proximity of another person, and so it led him to becoming a lecherous person for a period of time. He couldn't cope with the loneliness, so he found his own way to fill the emptiness inside him.

He would stay at the bar almost all day and talk to his close friend Hiroto about his latest catches in bed, and sometimes take an hour or two out of his day to work out at a nearby gym. He needed to stay fit, after all; he was the biggest playboy known around these parts of town.

After his family had abandoned him, he left Fukuoka to move to Nagoya, where he lived in an expensive penthouse filled with pictures he'd kept of all of his one night stands. It was like a shrine, to remind himself of all the times he had made them succumb to his will. He felt empowered, immortal, and superior to everything and anything.

And it wasn't even just males that he attracted, although most of them went weak at the knees when he even so much as smirked at them. Local females started taking an extreme liking to him, and his homosexuality didn't bother him much at the time. If he wanted a fuck, he got it.

But what had started all of this? Why had he gone from a quiet, sincere person to a carefree animal?

After Masaki had cheated on him with his own brother, he felt unloved. He felt as if he were unappealing, as if people he tried to develop a relationship with had treated him like he were infected with the Black Plague. Why was everyone avoiding him lately? Why was he so offensive to others?

The rejection tore him up like nothing ever had. First he was upset, but then he was angry. Then that anger grew into hatred, boiling hot and coursing thick through his veins like adrenaline. It blinded him, and all he wanted in that instant was revenge. He couldn't think or see straight, but that didn't matter. Masaki had hurt him when he had practically poured his entire heart and soul out to him on his sleeve, but the blonde simply brushed them off as though they were flies.

It had been only three months since Masaki had left him. It had been only three months since he completely lost his state of mind. It had been only three months since he felt the heavy weight of dislike press down on him. It had taken only three months for him to want to make Masaki pay.

"Hah... ha-ah! T-Tetsu...ku~n... jo ahyo~...!"

The delighted squeals of ecstasy rang out in his ears. It was the sound of pure nirvana to him, and that was all he ever wanted to hear again. The slapping of skin on heated skin felt like music to his ears, and he wanted more of it. He needed more of these delicious noises. He needed to know that people appreciated what he had to offer and that he wasn't just a waste of space.

"You fucking whore." Rough hands grabbed at her thighs, forcing them up over his shoulders. She happily complied, nails digging into his flesh. All he could think about at that moment was alabaster skin and long black hair, and he was in heaven. He didn't even know her first name.

"Ne, I'm your whore, aren't I, Tetsu-ku~n?" She leaned up to whisper in his ear. She wasn't that amazing of a bone, but he didn't care. She sufficed well enough for him to get his fill.

She was some Korean-American girl he'd found in the bar, god knows how old, but all that Tetsuhiro knew was that she wasn't underage. She had been interested in him, he'd been interested in her, and that's all that mattered. She was his to do with as he pleased.

"You better damn well be." He continued to ride her harder, feeling his end quickly rising, wanting to stretch his body and soul out to the gods as they took him away on a cloud of orgasmic bliss. How he loved the sins he dared to commit. He had no morals; who cared about them anyway? He was suffering, god dammit! It wasn't like he was the only one that had sinned in the world. Masaki had sinned, so he had all the right to as well.

Masaki.

Suddenly the mention of his ex caused him to clash his hands with her behind rather sharply, causing her to yelp. A wave of hot anger overcame him and he began to dig his nails into her skin so hard that she started to bleed, as he imagined closing his hands around the fucker's neck. He was too drowned out in her heated moans and screams, as well as his blind lust, to hear her protests for him to stop.

He felt the familiar tightening in his groin, and quickly ground his pelvis into hers, filling her as she begged for more. Fucking slut, he thought. Doesn't know what the fuck she's doing, playing with people's hearts like this just for a good fuck. The irony of his statement was deafening.

He slid out of her after she had leaked out onto his lower abdomen, setting her legs back down and allowing her to sleep. God knows she would be exhausted after a round with him. He never went easy on any of his volunteers, as he liked to call them. This wasn't about how they felt. It was about how he felt inside, the coldness creeping over him. It was a dark evil that threatened to absorb him wholly, and only the constant abuse of sex could calm it.

It wasn't until hours later that she awoke, small welts scarring her creamy skin. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was just a young girl and he had unwillingly hurt her. She was innocent but yet she wasn't. He got too caught up in the moment, memories of someone unwanted taking over his mind.

He had returned to the bedroom to see her sitting up, wrapped in a sheet, brushing her long black hair with manicured fingers. She had a small face with rounded charcoal eyes and a small yet long body. She was cute, he supposed.

"Hey... sorry, I just... I went too far." He apologized. He wasn't sincere in his apology, but she didn't need to know that.

She giggled. "It's okay. But... is there anything you want to talk about? You seemed really disturbed last night." She looked up at him with worried eyes as he sat next to her on the bed. His hand smoothed the back of her hair in a comforting manner. He did feel guilty for hurting her like that, but he had no control of his mind at the time. He was really messed up. "You know you can tell me anything."

"No, it's nothing you need to worry about."

"You sure?" She stroked his arm gently. She acted like he was a cat she was about to scare away if she was too rash. "I mean... I don't know how many people come in here like this just for a night of sex, but... and I'm not saying I want a relationship either... but... I'll listen to your problems if you need somebody to talk to. I'll be your friend if you'd like me to."

Not that he needed one. He had Hiroto. Hiroto was all the friend he'd ever need. But then again, Hiroto didn't have the soft personality of a female.

"You really don't mind?" She was slowly breaking down his walls of distrust.

She smiled at him. "I really don't. You can tell me anything. I won't care."

He sighed. "I've just been... well... I was... dumped in a pretty bad way, and... it made me feel like nobody really appreciated me."

That caught her slightly off-guard. "What happened?"

"The person I was with cheated on me with my older brother." He didn't want to tell her that he had been gay in case it made her worry that he couldn't get it up with her. Although she should've known that it wasn't a problem after last night.

"Oh god, I'm... I'm so sorry, I..." She trailed off, unsure of how to continue. "Is that why you've been having sex with so many people? To feel appreciated?"

She's a smart little shit, he thought. He couldn't help but grin a little. "How do you know they're all for sex?"

"Your pictures over there... of all those people... surely they couldn't all be family."

"Basically." He didn't feel like going into detail. "By the way, how old are you?"

She looked up at him, chewing at her lip. "Yaul ahob sal." Her voice came out thick with accent.

"Ah." He knew she wasn't underage.

"What's your name?" She asked quietly. Obviously, he had told her his first name. She must've meant his full name.

"Morinaga Tetsuhiro. Anatawa?"

"Choi Younghee."

"Are you just visiting in Japan or do you live here?"

"Oh, I was here on vacation with a couple friends. I'm originally from Mokpo, South Korea." He wondered how much Japanese she knew just from a simple vacation.

"Kokowa suki ni narimashita ka?"

"Ne." Apparently she knew enough to be conversational. "The people are very considerate. You have been very kind to me as well, Tetsuhiro-kun."

"Oh, you're welcome." He offered a soft smile to her. "I've just been trying to find my feet again. I really am sorry I took advantage of you. You're a good person."

Younghee smiled. "It's okay. You can do it. I believe in you."

She gathered her things and got dressed, ready for Tetsuhiro to bring her back to her friends.

"So where do I take you?" He glanced over at her, popping his jeans button through its frayed slit.

"Mwoyo? Oh, you can just drop me off at the bar again. My friends are probably still there. It's only what... three thirty in the morning?"

"Yeah, you didn't sleep very long."

"Choesonghamnida..."

"It's okay. I didn't want you to sleep all night long. You ready to go?"

"Yeah."

She was a nice girl, nicer to him than anybody had been in a very long time. He had had disrespectful thoughts about her, but now he regretted even thinking them. She was a sweet person, and didn't deserve to be treated in the shit way that he treated others and more importantly that he himself was treated.

They were outside the bar by the time she had even realized that they were driving. She was still sleepy, as she didn't get much sleep after they had sex. She was prepared to go home with her friends and sleep all morning, praying for the welfare of a man by the name of Morinaga Tetsuhiro.

"Oyasumi nasai, Younghee-ah."

A month had passed and Tetsuhiro had slowly gotten better. He was becoming friendlier with people and he kept in constant touch with Younghee, using her as his personal counselor. She listened to him when he needed it and gave him a glimpse at her own personal problems, which she would use to build of off his and make him a sturdier person. And for a while, this method of hers was working. She consoled him while he continued to build off of his past to become a better person.

But that progress abruptly halted one day.

It hadn't been any certain type of day, just a regular day. Something in the back of his mind had told him to skip going to the bar to see Hiroto, so he did. He had always been one to trust his conscious thoughts. Perhaps he should've gone, and he would've had his head on his shoulders. But he didn't.

He decided to stay home instead. His feet dragged him along the sidewalk back to his penthouse room, anticipating the familiar breeze of air conditioning and not this damp humidity.

He hadn't heard from his brother in over a month. It was a nagging worry in the back of his mind, but nothing that made him rush around and check nearby hospitals and free clinics to find his AWOL brother. Besides, that lying bastard would want him to leave him to rot. He would pay for the fucking things he's put me through, Tetsuhiro thought.

He had been pressing his brain to empty itself of all thoughts concerning Masaki and Kunihiro, and this along with Younghee's counseling was like amoxycillin to him. It cleansed him of every worry and every spiteful tick that he had, and he felt better. He felt sane again, like he could be himself once more. After this was all over, he was planning on settling down and attempting to find love again.

But as he entered the penthouse foyer, he immediately felt a change in the air. It didn't feel the same as it always had when he was home. It didn't feel welcoming to him in the least bit. It felt stale, and it felt mischievous. Tetsuhiro didn't like it one bit.

He didn't feel like bothering the personnel about his suspicions, so he just headed up the stairs to his room, gently raking the key card out of his back pocket. He nervously bent the thin plastic back and forth, as each step increased the heavy feeling. His feet barely stopped at his floor when he heard noise.

Now, he wasn't one to freak out over noise around him; he knew that other people liked to live here too. He had often heard the soft talking of a man and woman and the blare of their television next-door. This didn't sound to him at all like a man and a woman talking. He could hear a man screaming, and screaming in pleasure.

It made him blush, recalling when he used to only pick men as his one night stands, the many pleasure-filled and high-pitched whimpers and moans filling his ears once again. He was the one bringing them that pleasure, but now his stomach roiled as he heard somebody else doing it. It brought back the very same haunting feeling from years ago; he was unwanted.

Curious, he decided to investigate, not knowing that it was the last thing he ever expected to come across.

Ear pressed against the door, he listened closely, hearing various gasps and moans accompanied by the bed rocking and creaking.

"Does that feel good?"

"Y-yes... ha-ah! Ah... d-don't... tease me..."

"I don't want it to hurt."

"It doesn't... hah... m-more... want it..."

The voices sounded familiar to him, but his mind was too clouded to distinguish them with faces.

"I'm going to move now."

...Brother?

"Hah! Y-yes! A-aishiteru... yo... K-Kunih... iro..."

...Masaki-san?

His body jolted away from the door as if it were on fire. He felt sick to his stomach, and his head ached terribly. He couldn't think to save his life. All he felt was white hot anger, and a desire to inflict pain.

How dare they! He screamed internally. Not only to continue this habit of fucking like rabbits in heat, but to DARE come to where I live? I fucking told Kunihiro I was staying at this penthouse! How dare they!

He stormed out of the foyer, slamming the door behind him with a lot more force than was necessary. He was surprised it didn't shatter, but he didn't have the conscious will to worry about that out of all things.

He couldn't breathe. His chest felt like it was tightening with each second, as if he were about to go into cardiac arrest. His nape felt damp, and everything felt like it was spinning, but he didn't care. He was tired of being taken advantage of time and time again. Masaki didn't know how to keep his dick out of other people's business? He would fucking teach him to.

He waited.

The dark silence welcomed him, and he waited.

He waited for even the slightest shuffle of footsteps outside the door to indicate someone's return.

He could've had to sit here for days on end until someone came home, but he waited.

Kunihiro was never smarter than Tetsuhiro, neither in common sense nor book smarts. He never left his apartment locked, even if he would be gone for days. Tetsuhiro didn't need days to get his point across. He only needed an hour.

The apartment was silent and pitch black, save for the ticking of the wall clock and his calm heartbeat. He sat in the closet behind closed wicker doors, waiting. Kunihiro never used this closet, but Masaki did. Luckily it had a back section that neither of them knew about, which led to a secret bathroom.

If this was how it felt to sin, he didn't mind it one bit.

The jingling of keys outside the door startled him slightly, but every cell in his body clenched so that he didn't move or make noise. The lights flickered on, and that's when he stood up.

The door closed, and the keys were placed on the coat hook.

"Kunihiro? I'm home."

Curious footsteps tufted around on the carpet, as if he were gazing around.

"That's right... he's on a business trip."

A little closer, Tetsuhiro thought to himself. A little bit closer, Masaki. Let me show you how much you really fucking mean to the Morinaga family.

He shifted backwards until the thin wood panels behind him opened with the weight of his backside, and he was met with the cool air of the dark, hidden bathroom. Careful to leave the lights off as to not draw attention to himself, he closed the panels back up and peered through the small crack that they created in the middle. Masaki had just opened the closet door to pick out clothes.

"Hm... what would Kunihiro enjoy me wearing to sleep?"

Tetsuhiro's temper flared, nails digging into his palm until it turned white from the pressure.

Masaki's hands delved further into the layers of clothing, separating them. He couldn't notice Tetsuhiro through the dark crack between the panels, but Tetsuhiro could notice him. Just a little closer.

"Where are my harem capri's? Oh..." He gingerly pulled out the rosy fabric and folded it over his arm, snatching a white wife beater to go along with it. He ruffled his bleached hair, pushing it back past his forehead as he went into the bathroom to change. Tetsuhiro noticed that he still had yet to take his makeup off.

The side wall of the hidden bathroom also had a one-way panel which opened into the real bathroom, but it couldn't open into the secret bathroom. Quietly and stealthily, he crept over to the other wall, peeking through the crack as Masaki combed his hair with his long fingers.

His hands fumbled with his belt, pulling the leather out of the buckle and sliding his jeans down his hips. Offensive words melted into Tetsuhiro's head. Whore. Slut. Prude. Cocksucker. Cheater. Liar. All things he wished he could practically burn into Masaki's skin.

Thin hands pulled stretchy pink fabric up over feminine hips, and he wiggled them slightly as he slid the shirt over his head. The added stress caused his hair to tangle, and he quickly ran a wire brush through it. Setting it back down, he backed up a little to admire his handiwork in the mirror.

Conceited bitch.

Unable to wait any longer and body practically seething with hate, Tetsuhiro shoved his hand through the panels and clasped around Masaki's wrist, pulling sharply.

"H-hey!"

He tossed the lithe body on the floor, the darkness giving him the perfect advantage.

"W-who's there?! Where's the light switch?! Where am I?!" Masaki stumbled to get up, but Tetsuhiro wasn't having it.

He grabbed both of his wrists, dragging him over to the tub.

"Let go of me! You fucker! Who do you think you are?! Help!" Masaki thrashed in his grasp, but he remained unmoved. Pale hands were shoved up against cold porcelain as handcuffs crunched around them.

Masaki's heavy breathing was met by frantic pulling, hoping to feel the sweet relief of his wrists flinging free, but they remained bound where they were.

"Kunihiro, if that's you, this isn't funny! You're supposed to let me know ahead of time if you want to do these kinds of things! I would've been okay with it!"

He couldn't resist.

His hand collided hard with Masaki's face, the sickening crack echoing around the empty bathroom.

"W-wha..."

His legs kicked and flailed against the bottom of the tub, hoping the loud banging would alert the personnel.

Tetsuhiro wasn't having it.

His hands trailed agonizingly slowly from Masaki's throat to his nipples to his groin, where they kneaded the non-virgin skin for a few seconds before moving down to his calves. Once there, his nails dug into the skin like knives.

"O-ow! K-Kunih-hiro, s-stop! That hurts! P-please!"

His legs continued to kick and buck to get out of the man's reach, and Tetsuhiro's patience was running extremely thin.

Getting up to go over to the medicine cabinet, which he knew was where Kunihiro kept his SM keepsakes, he pulled out a few things, the clacking of glass on hard plastic chiming and mingling with Masaki's erratic breathing.

"Th-this isn't fucking funny! Who is this! Tell me now!"

"Shut up."

It was the first thing he'd said since he came here, but he couldn't take it anymore. He just wanted him dead.

"Wh... Tetsuhiro?"

"I said shut up, you ungrateful prick!" His hands stumbled with removing the screw cap of the little bottle he'd taken from the cabinet. He didn't need lights to tell him what it was. "Drink it."

"What?"

"I said drink it. You should know how. That's all you're good at, after all."

"You traitor! What did I ever do to you?!"

Ignorant.

There really was no getting across to Masaki with what he had done to scar Tetsuhiro for life. He grabbed Masaki's jaw and forced it open, hands rough like sandpaper, the same hands that had given Masaki unimaginable pleasure so long ago. He poured the contents of the bottle into his open mouth before snapping his jaw shut, making sure he swallowed all of it.

"How's it taste?"

"Tastes sweet... you-you better not be drugging me! I'll kill you!"

Tetsuhiro couldn't help but chuckle darkly at that. Masaki killing him. Oh, that would be a sight to see.

"It's strong stuff. Even your body which was trained to take lots of pleasure before climax won't be able to handle it."

"You... you slipped me something?!"

"Oh? You want it to go in dry?"

Masaki choked in his words, tears mixed with his saliva as he sobbed quietly. This was it. He knew why he was in this situation. He was paying for all the shit he'd put Tetsuhiro through.

"P-please don't... gomenasai... g-gomen..."

"I don't want to hear it. You've put me through so much, Masaki-san. I loved you, god dammit." A hand clasped Masaki's rapidly rising member, causing a startled moan to erupt from the blonde's mouth.

"I'm s-sorry!" Masaki couldn't hold back a loud, erotic whimper as plastic clamps were closed on his nipples, vibrations seeping into his skin. The drug was kicking in. It had only been a few minutes, but Tetsuhiro was right after all. This stuff was strong.

"Why do you do this to me? Why? Why do you enjoy hurting me? I was never a bad person to you. I did everything for you!" His voice had raised multiple octaves and it frightened even himself. He couldn't stop the urge to shout; the frustration was crippling.

"Shirimasen! I didn't mean to!"

"Liar! You meant to the whole time!" His voice broke. "You didn't care about me!" The bathroom shook with each word he said. He took advantage of the drug causing weakness to Masaki's body and pulled down his pants, separating the blonde's legs as he kneeled at the edge of the tub.

"Honto wa..." Masaki panted, sweat forming along his face and neck. His chest heaved, nipples puckering under the thin cotton of his shirt. Desperate whimpers filled the air as his hips bucked up, yearning for friction. He was so hard, so prepared for the deed. He didn't need to look at himself to know that he was leaking.

"You never cared about how I felt at all. I poured my entire god damn heart out to you and I didn't receive anything in return! Anything!"

"G-gomen..."

"You're worthless. You fuck everything with a pulse and a dick. I won't ever be subject to your shit again."

"T-Tetsuhiro... p-please... it hurts..."

Selfish.

"Good."

His fingers slid down the blonde's parted thighs, the contact sending sparks to his groin.

"Hah!" His head whipped sideways, hair in disarray.

Tetsuhiro's fingers reached the blonde's hard sex, barely paying it any attention before they circled the puckered entrance. Masaki let out a loud whimper, hips bucking against Tetsuhiro's hand.

"Y-yatta!"

He ignored the plea and pressed the first finger past the ring of tight muscles, feeling them contract around him as to try and push him out. They tightened as much as they could so he couldn't go any farther, but he simply pressed in deeper. He was sure the force had torn him slightly, but he didn't bother to check.

Even as he pleaded to stop, Masaki's hips stuttered in response, bringing the fingers in deeper.

"Look at you fucking my fingers. You desperate slut. That's all you care about, having someone's dick inside you. Isn't it?" Tetsuhiro thrust another finger in, harder this time, causing Masaki to bite his lower lip. They found what he assumed to be Masaki's prostate, as the loud startled moan and the rough buck of hips were enough proof for him. "Suki desuka? Koko?"

"I... iie... hah... h-hurts..."

"Sumimasen."

"P-please stop... hah..."

"You want me to stop?"

"H-hai..."

"Fine."

And stop he did. In fact, he stopped altogether, leaving Masaki sitting on the edge of an orgasm. His body trembled and convulsed, the vibrations originating from his nipples causing him to shake. He couldn't keep his heavy eyes open, but once he felt something rolling down the length of his cock, he was sure they couldn't have bulged more than they did in that moment.

"N-no! Not that! Please!" Whimpers turned into hoarse screams as his legs banged against the edge of the tub, frantic to satiate his need.

"You say you're sorry for causing me pain, causing me all this emotional trauma, but you don't care. Don't act like you're so high and mighty. You don't have any love inside you. It's a wonder my idiot brother busted his ass to stay with you. You have no love for anybody other than yourself."

"T-that's not true... hah... I was worried about you..."

Tetsuhiro looked at him like he had asked him to murder the king of England. He let out a loud, sarcastic laugh. "Bullshit! You weren't worried about me! You fucking knew I was staying here to try to distance myself from you and build a life again, and yet you insisted that you two come here to fuck like animals while I'm trying to sort out my mind! You don't care about anything! You do whatever you god damn please! You have no care whatsoever about how I'm fucking doing or how I cried myself to sleep every night for months after we broke up! I may be young but I'm not fucking stupid, Masaki."

"I'm... s-sorry... I didn't... know..."

"Bullshit!" He was screaming now, and he was sure that the staff could hear, but he really didn't care. "Kunihiro was the only god damn person I could talk to and I know for a fact that he told you everything! You knew how I was suffering and you only sat back and indulged yourself in your selfish pleasure. You like pleasure so much? I'll teach you to fucking hate it." He flicked the button on the remote to the cock ring, one that he knew Kunihiro had ordered special, and the vibrations throughout the blonde's body increased exponentially.

Tears sprang from Masaki's eyes, the sensations becoming too much to handle. "AH! Ha... ahh! Hnn... ahh... n... no... s-sorry..."

"You're absolutely revolting. You think my family likes you? They treat you like you're scum. A tramp. I worked my whole life for them to accept me after they found out that I was gay, and they still haven't. But then you come around and sit back and at least SOMEBODY in my family appreciates you! You're just so goddamn amazing, you know that Masaki? Everyone fucking likes you in this selfish world. You've had partner after partner buying things for you and I can't even keep one fucking relationship, because YOU messed everything up! I can't even think straight anymore! I don't even know who I am and you're too wrapped up in fucking my brother that you can't take one hour out of your day to ask how I'm doing. You expect me to be here crying over you and asking for you back?"

"T-Tetsu... pl... ease... ah... g-gomen..."

"Don't ever touch Kunihiro again. You're worthless." His hand roughly grabbed Masaki's member, the contact sending him over the edge. His body arched up, hips shaking as he painted his chest and Tetsuhiro's hand with his seed.

Tetsuhiro stood up, leaving the lights off, and pushed open the panel on the side wall, walking out into the apartment. He would leave Masaki there to rot. He deserved it after putting him through such hell. Part of him tried to calm his jealous rage, but his brain had shut down long ago. He rummaged through the kitchen cabinets, smashing glass against the tile floor. Kunihiro would have a lot to clean up when he came home.

He slammed the door shut and walked out into the hallway, all concerns for his brother and his ex boyfriend burned out of his mind. He wanted to be left alone. He never wanted to see them again.

Years had passed since that incident, and Tetsuhiro had found it in his better interest to forget about it. He had grown up since then, and he had found love once again. It felt so good to have someone day and night there to care for him, albeit reluctantly. He often cried in Senpai's presence, the only person that he would dare let his guard down around. Senpai had never once, in the many, many years that he'd known the man, done anything harsh to him. They'd had some pretty bad fights a few times, but afterwards, Senpai would ask him to stay with him and never leave his side again. He felt sorry, and Tetsuhiro was happy. He had someone there for him and he was grateful. He would never let Souichi out if his heart and sight. He wanted to be bonded to the man for life.

When they had gone to the picnic with Masaki, Tetsuhiro had hesitated to meet with him at first, remembering what he did to him many, many years ago, and also how Masaki had tried interrupting his and Senpai's relationship. He would be damned if Masaki even dared to put his hands on Senpai. He'd kill him before he got the chance.

A/N So yeah, lol. I think I went too far.

I basically wrote this whole chapter in probably seven hours, but the reason why it hasn't been uploaded for a couple weeks was because our wifi decided to commit suicide on us and we had to replace the router and the modem. My wifi was connected, but it said it had no Internet access from it, so I couldn't go online to upload the chapter. So I ended up typing six thousand words on my phone into the Fanfiction document editor. Feel lucky. Took me FOREVER.

But seriously, I love myself for writing this. I don't know about you guys, but I'm in love with this story and I made it. It's one of those stories that portrays the manga in an entirely different aspect, and I just love it.

Translations:

Jo ahyo - It feels good/ It's good

Ne/Hai - Yes

Yaul ahob sal. - I am nineteen. (literally "I am ten and nine.")

Anatawa? - And you?

Kokowa suki ni narimashita ka? - Do you like it here? (as in a country)

Mwoyo? - What?

Choesonghamnida/Gomenasai - I'm sorry

Gomen - Sorry

Oyasumi nasai - Good night

Shirimasen - I don't know

Honto (wa) - Really (I really)

Yatta - Stop

Suki desuka koko? - Do you like it here? (as in having sex)

Iie (iie) - No

Sumimasen - Excuse me

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