A Rather Unusual Request
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If for some reason you thought they were I know the number of a good doctor. Go get your brain checked.
A Rather Unusual Request Part 3
Hiro gruffly pulled up Suguru's shirt, hiking it up so it rested under the boy's arms. "Hiroshi...please..." He didn't respond, instead ipping sharply Fujisaki's lip, almost creating a bloody breach in the skin with his teeth. The boy was writhing, whimpering piteously. He ignored the small noises, not wanting to think about what he was doing. He had begun and would have to face repercussions eventually, might as well do as much as he could now.
The former thought made Hiro more determined, he would conquer his goal, would achieve what he had started. Forecully, he silenced the boy with his calloused hand, finding he rather liked the muffeled sounds. He bent down, settling on his knees and grinding a sugar pink nipple somewhat tenderly between his teeth. He stroked the soft flesh of Suguru's belly, his fingers roaming the flat planes.
Suguru continued to sob and keened, much as a puppy would. His hands were caught behind his back, and Hiro was holding him against the wall to forcefully for him to move. This wasn't what he wanted. This hurt, it was painful. Too painful. He despised Nakano for doing this him. But he despised himself more, for not preventing it, for not being able to stop, and for the aching need between his legs.
Although this wasn't love, it was HIRO. It was still the same guitarist who had given him a ride here on his motorcycle, still the same Hiro who had said he could spend the week. Somewher, beneath the brutal, twisted mind of the creature that was doing this to him, it was still Hiro.
But this wasn't what he wanted!
This would stop, it had to. No matter who it was, this still needed to end. Here and now. So he used the only means of self-defense he had. He bit down on Hiro's hand. Hard.
With a sharp yelp Hiro jerked backwards, breaking the torturous contact. Suguru sunk to the floor, his hands resting on the carpet to steady his quaking body. He panted, drawing in breaths between his sobs. His nipple was sore, slick with saliva. His cock was unbearably hard, and he wanted nothing more than to beg Hiro to take him, but gently.
"Suguru..." He felt a hand on his shoulder, the same hand that had prevented him from protesting loudly. Suguru jerked away, crashing his head into a wall but not noticing the pain. "Why? Why the hell did you...why did I? Why the fuck did I enjoy that?" Suguru collapsed onto his side, weeping furiously and shaking violently.
Hiro knew he should comfort him. After all, it was his fault the kid was so upset. But there was that fact again. That kid. Just a kid. Not only was he in love with Suguru, he had all but raped him. Nost likely would have too, if Suguru hadn't bitten him. He was a child molester for God's sake! Suguru was 16, almost definitley a virgin, and he had almost raped the child.
"Hiro." He glanced at the boy who still had tears running over his cheeks. "Hiro. I, I don't, I don't understand. Why?" Hiro closed his eyes briefly, not waning to face the inevitable. "Why? Why did I enjoy that so much?"
Huh?
He most certainly hadn't expected that.
"Why? Why did you hurting me have to feel so good? How come I almost wanted you to continue? Why was it that I didn't want you to stop? Why? Why? Why?" He pounded his fist to the ground for emphasis.
And that's when they both heard it. The soft jingeling of keys. The curse of the spare key.
Shuichi.
"Hellooooooooo Hiro! Suguruuu! You'l never guess what Yuuuuukkkiiiii did?" Judging from the replacement of Shuichi's usual eyes with huge purple heart, neither wanted to know. A choked sob from Suguru made him glance around the room.
"Shuichi." And the singer summed up the entire situation more efficiently than either of the other two could.
"Shit."
TBC...
A/N: I know the chapters are short and full of mistakes, but I'm trying to get about one done per day. Sorry! Hope it's decent! Now, I must go up the rating because of this chapter!
Disclaimer: They aren't mine. If for some reason you thought they were I know the number of a good doctor. Go get your brain checked.
A Rather Unusual Request Part 3
Hiro gruffly pulled up Suguru's shirt, hiking it up so it rested under the boy's arms. "Hiroshi...please..." He didn't respond, instead ipping sharply Fujisaki's lip, almost creating a bloody breach in the skin with his teeth. The boy was writhing, whimpering piteously. He ignored the small noises, not wanting to think about what he was doing. He had begun and would have to face repercussions eventually, might as well do as much as he could now.
The former thought made Hiro more determined, he would conquer his goal, would achieve what he had started. Forecully, he silenced the boy with his calloused hand, finding he rather liked the muffeled sounds. He bent down, settling on his knees and grinding a sugar pink nipple somewhat tenderly between his teeth. He stroked the soft flesh of Suguru's belly, his fingers roaming the flat planes.
Suguru continued to sob and keened, much as a puppy would. His hands were caught behind his back, and Hiro was holding him against the wall to forcefully for him to move. This wasn't what he wanted. This hurt, it was painful. Too painful. He despised Nakano for doing this him. But he despised himself more, for not preventing it, for not being able to stop, and for the aching need between his legs.
Although this wasn't love, it was HIRO. It was still the same guitarist who had given him a ride here on his motorcycle, still the same Hiro who had said he could spend the week. Somewher, beneath the brutal, twisted mind of the creature that was doing this to him, it was still Hiro.
But this wasn't what he wanted!
This would stop, it had to. No matter who it was, this still needed to end. Here and now. So he used the only means of self-defense he had. He bit down on Hiro's hand. Hard.
With a sharp yelp Hiro jerked backwards, breaking the torturous contact. Suguru sunk to the floor, his hands resting on the carpet to steady his quaking body. He panted, drawing in breaths between his sobs. His nipple was sore, slick with saliva. His cock was unbearably hard, and he wanted nothing more than to beg Hiro to take him, but gently.
"Suguru..." He felt a hand on his shoulder, the same hand that had prevented him from protesting loudly. Suguru jerked away, crashing his head into a wall but not noticing the pain. "Why? Why the hell did you...why did I? Why the fuck did I enjoy that?" Suguru collapsed onto his side, weeping furiously and shaking violently.
Hiro knew he should comfort him. After all, it was his fault the kid was so upset. But there was that fact again. That kid. Just a kid. Not only was he in love with Suguru, he had all but raped him. Nost likely would have too, if Suguru hadn't bitten him. He was a child molester for God's sake! Suguru was 16, almost definitley a virgin, and he had almost raped the child.
"Hiro." He glanced at the boy who still had tears running over his cheeks. "Hiro. I, I don't, I don't understand. Why?" Hiro closed his eyes briefly, not waning to face the inevitable. "Why? Why did I enjoy that so much?"
Huh?
He most certainly hadn't expected that.
"Why? Why did you hurting me have to feel so good? How come I almost wanted you to continue? Why was it that I didn't want you to stop? Why? Why? Why?" He pounded his fist to the ground for emphasis.
And that's when they both heard it. The soft jingeling of keys. The curse of the spare key.
Shuichi.
"Hellooooooooo Hiro! Suguruuu! You'l never guess what Yuuuuukkkiiiii did?" Judging from the replacement of Shuichi's usual eyes with huge purple heart, neither wanted to know. A choked sob from Suguru made him glance around the room.
"Shuichi." And the singer summed up the entire situation more efficiently than either of the other two could.
"Shit."
TBC...
A/N: I know the chapters are short and full of mistakes, but I'm trying to get about one done per day. Sorry! Hope it's decent! Now, I must go up the rating because of this chapter!