Unconditional

By: bloodysword99

"Uncomfortable"

Refreshed after a nice hot shower, he draped his towel around his waist and made his way out. He had to. He didn't like the stickiness of soup on him. Mihashi stepped out of the bath and went straight to his drawer just for him to panic.

"W-W-Where a-a-are my clothes?" He opened ever drawer, closet and anywhere that could possibly have garments but the only he found was his underwear. This wasn't a great time to scavenge for some to wear. And the only thing on his mind was what the hell happened to his clothes.

Just then, he remembered. His mom did his whole laundry that day. She even gave a warning not to change much this day. Oh no, what to do? He needed a miracle and that miracle just so happens to be in a form of a call.

His cell phone rang; he snatched it from his bed and read the caller ID. It was Miss Yuuko.

"Good evening, Mihashi. Did you accept my gift?"

"G-Gift?" Does she mean the metal box?

"It will fit you just fine. Trust me." Yuuko then mysteriously hung up. What does she mean 'fit you just fine'?

Curious, the pitcher took the box and tried to pick the lock with a paper clip. He then remembered he had a key in his pocket. He tried again and this time he had the key. The sound of old machinery was heard when the key was twisted, he slowly lifted it's rather heavy case and just couldn't say any more.

"I-I-I can't wear this!" It was clothes but it's just not right. He has no other option though…

Abe Takaya was left at the table. Every scrap of amazing food was gone. He admits it was an unforgettable meal he ever had but it made him feel a little tipsy. He couldn't raise his head from the table. His cheek was smacked right there a few moments he gained some heat and headaches. He was panting like he ran a thousand miles. And weird enough, he felt…whorny. Was it the red liquid?

"Oh god…What's happening to me?" He lifted his hands to see them but its image was blurry to even tell it was a hand. He needed to puke or something to ease these foreign symptoms of whatever illness this was. So, he searches for a bathroom. He opened the doors gently at first until he started to get hotter and whornier; he kicked the rest of the doors open.

"Darn it, Where's the damn restroom?" His head was heavy and his mind was clouded, he ventured upstairs slowly to find a comfort room or at least find Mihashi.

"M-Mihashi…" Voice trembling, He called softly as the catcher made his way through the hall way. Fast heart beats blocked his hearing; Abe gave all his strength to his feet to at least reach the nearest door. With a boost from his arms, he pushed himself to the door and twisted the knob.

"A-A-Abe-kun!"

Mihashi attempted to cover himself with his towel yet it was useless. Abe could see everything. Stunned by the pitcher's appearance, he thought blood rushed out of his nose and steam came out of his ears. He mumbled useless babbles seeing this other side of Mihashi. Don't worry he was wearing something.

"M-Mihashi…" It's not like anything he's ever seen. Sure, He's been in maid cafes before but none of the girls seemed to have that mind numbing presence. And, Wow, Mihashi has that and more.

Abe was aroused by that maid outfit. Black and white was never really the pitcher's strong color but this look worked for him. White apron, black corset, white petticoat, black choker, white head dress and the black uniform, it was all there. He looked sweet, sexy, fragile and most of all beautiful. The black dress was half way up his thighs which did good if he was showing his flawless skin. And the corset seemed uncomfortably tight but that gave him that sexiness. That shy look was so adorable on him; Mihashi's sex appeal was through the roof. Abe's eyes were wide and jaw hanging as wide as he can go. The catcher just thought he died and went to heaven.

"I-I-I-I had n-nothing else to wear." With slow batting of his eyes, Mihashi looked so…No words can be said. And this unspeakable beauty was more than enough to make Abe snap.

"Mihashi, I can't…hold back."

"A-Abe-kun?" The catcher walked up to him. Something was wrong, he acted boozy as he came over, how he stared at him like a hungry animal and the way he caressed his shoulders with his hands. Eyes glazed over, He wasn't himself anymore and this scared Mihashi.

The catcher then planted a kiss on the weak one's exposed shoulder and planted another on his neck and another on his other shoulder. Mihashi bit his lower lip to keep himself from giving a moan. But his resistance was not prepared when Abe traced his tongue gently and slowly on the pitcher's neck to jaw.

"A-Abe-Kun! Ah!" He yelped when he pecks his cheek just a centimeter from his lips. Abe's warm breath touched Mihashi's face and it gave him the chills. The pitcher was heating up badly.

"You're so cute…" He ripped the choker violently from his neck and pushed her roughly on the mattress.

Abe then mesmerizes at his prey before slowly taking his ankles and spreading the legs. And poor little Mihashi was too shocked to move. He would just quiver.

"Don't worry; tonight I'll take you places that you couldn't even imagine." He crawled to him as he snuck under the dress, through layer of puffy petticoats and just lovingly touched Mihashi's inner thighs.

"Ehhhh!" The pitcher grasped his bed sheets for dear life. As Abe's caresses went up and down, the weak one arches his back. The pleasure was too much for him. And when he thinks the pleasure couldn't get any higher, Abe touches his...

"N-N-No! A-Abe-kun! Not there, p-please!" Trying his best not to make much noise because of the neighbors, Mihashi found that very difficult. Abe was toying with him. The pitcher was so hot; he felt he was going to explode.

"You like that?" The catcher whispered as he continues to play under his maid uniform.

"N-No…" He uttered still gasping and groaning.

"Then, you'll like this one." Abe ruthlessly ripped the skirt to reveal the rest of legs and waist. Mihashi was cold and now he was even colder when Abe's wet tongue touched his thighs.

"AH! AH!" He attempted to kick but he just couldn't. He couldn't bear to hurt him. No, he would never harm him, the person who believed in him from the start. The person he truly cares about… The person who he fell for…

"Mihashi?" Abe noticed the prey was lying perfectly still. He then wondered what happened. Soon, he was curious enough to look. And what he saw broke his heart.

Tears flowing down his rosy cheeks, he was shivering. Eyes lost, filled with sorrow and emptiness. Body was lifeless and pale. Mouth slightly agape with some saliva trickling down, the poor thing looked violated.

"M-Mihashi?"

Abe himself broke down to tears realizing what he's done. His eyes widened looking down at his dirty hands; he clenched his fist and regretted every single action. He then pulled poor little Mihashi into his arms.

"I'm so sorry, Mihashi! Please, I'm so sorry!" He yelled but nothing, he looked the same. Eyes filled with depression and body motionless, He was breathing like any other human but Mihashi didn't feel like he was human at all. He was treated like an animal. He felt betrayed and uncomfortable.

"Wake up! Please! Please!" Abe pleaded but no…

It was an uncomfortable night…