The rest of that summer passed in much the same way. Souichi was becoming quite terrified at just how comfortable he was with that. Morinaga's room became the new sleeping quarters, for they were always together. They spent the warm, sun-filled days outside exploring the grounds. Though Souichi's skin remained snow white despite the amount of sun-absorption, his arms and legs regained the muscle mass they had lost in his months of captivity. College was fast approaching, however, and Morinaga became more and more busy completing the summer work for his impending classes. Souichi now sat on the bed, one of the new textbooks open in his lap, while a slightly panicking Morinaga typed away at the computer desk.

In their little sanctuary, the chain had become unused, its length coiled up by the door in case they wanted to venture outside. As he attempted to teach himself Advanced Molecular Biology, Souichi found his mind wondering. Dark hair would flash in the corner of his eye when Morinaga turned to look at his handwritten rough draft and, before Souichi knew what was happening, he was staring. Morinaga's neck peeking out from his collar. The way the muscles in his arms moved when he reached for something. 'When was the last time he…Why am I even thinking about that?!' Souichi snapped his head back down to his lap, determined to focus on his self-studies. What he saw made his face burn with mortification. 'Why the hell am I-?!' The bulge was quickly covered by the textbook, just in case Morinaga decided to look over. The sudden, jerky movement, however, did nothing but attract the dark-chocolate eyes to Souichi's rigid form.

"You alright?" The question was asked with a distracted glance back at Morinaga's unfinished essay. Everything could go unnoticed if he could just answer normally.

"Y-Yeah." 'Shit.' The uncharacteristic stutter brought Morinaga's full attention to the fiercely blushing boy. His face became more concentrated as Morinaga wheeled over to the bed in his desk chair. A soft hand gently pulled at the bottom of Souichi's chin, angling him up to look into Morinaga's scrutinizing face. Souichi had to suppress a shiver at the simple touch.

"Are you sure? Your face is really red. Do you feel sick?" A palm came up to feel Souichi's forehead and the silver-haired boy squirmed uncomfortably. A confused look befell Morinaga's features.

"You're a little warm…Are you sure you're alright?"

"I already said I'm fine." The irritation in the words did not sound sincere as Souichi lifted his hand off the textbook to swat Morinaga's away. Souichi felt the covering slip off his knee and dove quickly; bringing the heavy book back to cover his building bulge. Morinaga's confusion deepened as he took in Souichi's beet-red, down-cast face and the frantic way with which he clung to the book in his lap.

"What are-" The sentence never finished and Souichi looked back up to find a knowing smile spreading on Morinaga's face. The smirking boy inched closer, his lips brushing against pigment-less bangs.

"Can I see that book for a minute?" Souichi remained silent, though he clung to the bundle of paper a few seconds longer before Morinaga eased it out of his grip. The smile grew and a chuckle accompanied the next question.

"Souichi…Are you hard?" Defenses immediately flew up and Souichi backed away a few feet.

"NO! I mean, well, yes. But it's not my fault! You…You've made my body…strange…an-and you haven't…" A shaking voice trailed away at the threat of expressing his dilemma. 'And you haven't done anything to me in weeks!' Morinaga got up from the chair and, crawling across the bed, made it to where Souichi sat huddled against the wall. A gentle hand stroked his hair, sending shivers down Souichi's spine.

"Why didn't you just say something?"

"Who in their right mind would say something about this?! And besides, you've been really busy lately." Morinaga's other hand pressed lightly against Souichi's crouch and a hissed breath was taken at the tingling sensation it created.

"I'm sorry for neglecting you. And, since it's my fault, will you let me take responsibility for it?" What little resistance that remained vanished completely as Souichi's pants were undone and his erection was released. After a few pumps, Morinaga said silkily.

"Take off your pants and get on your hands and knees."

"Wha-?" Clouded eyes struggled to focus as Morinaga began slipping the fabric off pale, sweating legs. Still unsatisfied, Souichi's body began aching for more of Morinaga's touch. Vaguely understanding his last command, the desperate boy slowly lowered himself to his hands and knees; ignoring the burning mortification of his actions as best he could.

"Good boy." Morinaga tilted Souichi's head up and gave him a kiss that made his mind scramble and body yearn. He thought about the anger that should result from Morinaga's dog praise, but Souichi could feel no emotion for the lust that was seizing control of him.

"Now, turn around so I can satisfy you." Shaky arms and legs immediately obeyed, putting Souichi's most sensitive areas within Morinaga's reach. A single finger rubbed gently around the twitching entrance and Souichi let loose a groan of frustration at the deliberately unsatisfying movement. Then, suddenly, as if Souichi's moan had been a signal, the digit plunged inside; causing a surprised gasp as Souichi's body jumped. Arms trembling unsteadily, Souichi lowered himself onto his elbows as he slowly became accustomed to the intrusion. Another finger was quickly added but, instead of relieving the unbearable neediness, the probes seemed to do nothing but cause more frustration.

"Mm…Mo-Mori…" His quickly-evaporating pride kept Souichi from voicing what he so desperately wanted.

"What is it? Is your "good spot" not getting enough attention?" Morinaga smiled as Souichi's hips began to rock; attempting to push his fingers in deeper. But he made sure to keep him unsatisfied; he wanted to see how far his pet would go. Yet his fingers had not been in for long before Morinaga's own arousal reached its limit. It had been quite a while…

"Try to relax." He purred as he removed his fingers. Undoing his pants, Morinaga positioned himself. The insertion was faster than he had ever tried with Souichi before and the top boy took a hissed breath as the walls around him massaged and contracted. It was much tighter than usual; he usually prepared better…

"Ah! Ow…ow! Nn…" Clawed hands clutched the sheets as pangs of pain that had not been felt to that extent for quite some time shot through Souichi's body. But, above the discomfort, was the sensation he had been waiting for; the feeling of Morinaga hitting that glorious spot.

"W-Wait! Ow! Unh…Mori-wait! I'm-!" Morinaga, surprised, stopped moving as Souichi writhed and convulsed beneath him.

"…Already?" Souichi could not find the voice to answer as he slowly calmed from the long-awaited release. Morinaga leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of his face; but could only see a river of flowing, silver hair and one red ear.

"Do you maybe like it better…when it hurts a little? …When I'm rougher?" 'Have I been using the wrong strategy all along?' Morinaga had been worried that he was crossing a line with this more…direct approach to seducing Souichi. But the reaction seemed to prove otherwise…

"What the fu-?! Of course not! Why would you-Hey! Ah! St-Stop! I…I need a minute to calm down-STOP MOVING!" This was going to be a long night, and Morinaga hoped the endless ecstasy would make his badmouthed pet a little more honest.