This story is for all the AkaitoxMikuo fans out there. Just a little smut that came into my head while reading up some things the other night. I might re-write this some time, but for now, please enjoy it in it's current state!

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He didn't want this to go on any longer. He didn't want to be stuck in this position that he was right then, letting his vulnerability consume him like a flu virus.

But what is he supposed to with both wrists handcuffed to the bed posts, a blindfold covering his eyes and having no knowledge as to what his lover will do next?

Sweat poured down his sides, hot pants and deep breaths being the only thing escaping him.

This isn't what should be happening! Akaito always, always asked him if he was ready for things like this, never did he go and do them without even popping a single question over it!

Why was tonight any different?

In any case, the hands ravishing him all over and the red-head's constant grunts of pleasure seemed to prove that the one in control surely had more fun then the one being controlled.

His mouth wasn't gagged, he could cry out for it to stop, and maybe it would.

What if it didn't? Akaito could just have easily taken it to mean for him to go faster, do more, touch more.

Tears stung in the back of his blinded vision. Mikuo didn't want to do this! He felt humiliated for being so unable to do anything about the situation that it made him wish to cry.

"A...Akaito..." He spoke between breaths. There was no response from the older male. "P-Please...Stop...Ah..."

Though try as he did to muster the courage, the words he spoke only made Akaito go with using faster, more rhythmic movements. He moved to reach his arm up, maybe push the man away a little. The handcuffs made themselves known at that time, restricting his wrist from even moving a few inches away and pulling it harshly.

Wincing, the tears finally let go as the aqualette tried to calm himself, but it was no use.

Akaito didn't even seem to notice.

His mind racked for something, anything to make this stop.

A word, some word that would make Akaito stop and think. Like a safe word. Did they have one? He couldn't even remember now...

Wait a minute, they did! It was a long time ago that they even talked about such a thing. Before they had even shared a bed for the first time. But it was still there...Did Akaito remember it too?

Lips quivering with hesitence, Mikuo took in the deepest breath he could and spoke as loudly as possible despite his cracking voice.

"H...Habanero...Habenero!" He screeched it this time, and again once more. "Habanero! Habanero!" His voice rose loudly for a minute before quietly dispersing into a myriad of soft cries. After a moment, he heard Akaito mumble something before the blindfold was quickly removed from his sight.

The taller male stared down with worry into those mint-colored, teary eyes. He had almost forgotten all about that word, that promise. It had seemed like a joke at the time, but now...Seeing how upset he'd made Mikuo...

"...Y...You remembered..." Mikuo said meekly, shivering a bit all over.

"Of course I did..." Akaito's voice sounded more gentle right now then any other time he'd heard it. Mikuo almost didn't notice the handcuffs being unlocked quickly until he was free of them, his arms now having no restriction.

Turning onto his side, he curled himself into a ball in the bedsheets, legs folded up to his chest while his arms covered his face.

Was Akaito going to be mad at him? After all, he'd clearly been enjoying all of this until he'd made him stop...

"I'm sorry..." He wiped at his eyes while speaking.

With a firm look, the red-haired man wrapped his arms around the younger boy and brought him close, nuzzling his wet cheek. "No, don't be sorry. It's okay...I'm the one who should be sorry..."

"B-But you were happy with it...You d-didn't even ask..." He didn't turn around to meet Akaito's gaze, merely letting his hair be tousled and kisses run over his cheek.

"I know, and I'm sorry...I did not mean to make you upset...Something got into me and I just don't know what..."

Quite honestly, he really did not know at all why he just decided to go and do whatever he pleased without so much as consulting with the one whom would be bound. It was wrong of him to do so, and part of him really didn't want to remember that the amount of trust he may have just lost could very well never come back.

"I'm so sorry, Mikuo...So sorry..." Akaito leaned himself towards his lover's neck, gently planting kisses and tiny nips along it to bring about comfort. How out of hand things had gotten...

But he was proud of Mikuo. Proud that he had gotten the courage to go and do what it took to stop. Even more proud that both of them could remember that word they'd discussed such a long time ago.

"I want you t-to be happy..." Mikuo shivered, turning just ever so slightly so he could glance back into Akaito's eyes.

"How I feel doesn't matter...I just want you to be okay..."

"...Y-You're not mad...?"

He actually gave a little laugh at this. "I could never be mad with you, especially not over something like this. I went too far and you did the right thing, Mikuo...So promise me that if I ever do it again, you'll say our safe word...I'll even stop asking about this stuff, okay?"

The mint-haired boy paused a moment, silent. He didn't want to deny Akaito the idea of even asking about things like this. Maybe he wasn't ready right now, but what if he was someday?

What if he wanted this?

"I-I can't promise that...I want you to ask me, Akaito-san..." Turning fully to face the man, his tired arms wrapped around the stronger frame, which in turn pulled him into a protective embrace.

"...Then I'll ask from now on. But please, tell me if I go too far again...I don't want to hurt you, Mikuo, I really don't..."

He had to smile at the tenderness of Akaito's words. He had never been one to let such a soft side of himself be known in public. But when they were alone together, the facade dropped away all together.

"I promise...T-Thank you, Akaito-san..."

A chuckle escaped the red-head's lips. "I love you, and I want it to stay that way..." He planted a chaste kiss on the boy's cheek.

"It will...I love you too..."

In the back of his mind, that safe word filed itself away for when it had to be used.

Though he secretly hoped he wouldn't need it again.