Shuichi stirred in his sleep before his eyes slowly opened to an extremely
bright room, causing his eyelids to
yield and close again.
"You awake, Shuichi?" came Hiro's tired voice.
Shuichi turned around to face his friend and open his eyes. Their eyes met. A smile came to Hiro's face.
"Sleep good?"
"Hai," Shuichi said, then yawned.
Hiro continued to smile. "I can't believe you're still talking to me for what happened the other day."
Hiro shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. It's all right. I expected that sort of reaction from you. We're only supposed to be friends, but I guess I just took it a little too far. I missed you, probably more than words could say. Sorry."
Shuichi smiled as his fingertips slowly ran up and down Hiro's arm, giving him goose bumps in a matter of seconds.
"It's okay Hiro. I was just angry with Yuki and what happened. I wasn't thinking. Aizawa's up to his no good tricks again, isn't he?"
Hiro nodded once.
"Still friends?"
Hiro gave him a one armed hug and sealed their upper halves together. Just as he was about to think how great it was to be friends with Shuichi again, the virus popped into his head, causing him to push himself back and jolt out of bed.
"Hiro?" Shuichi questioned.
He was rather shocked of Hiro's expression. Shuichi slid out of bed at Hiro's end and stood in front of him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
It was now or never. Shuichi had a right to know he was dying. As much as it pained him, he had to explain it and act strong for his sake.
"Hiro...why are you crying?"
The salt taste he previously had in his mouth grew back as he looked at Shuichi. How long did he have? A month? Half? Maybe two if he was lucky.
He covered his mouth to muffle the sobs.
"Hiro, you're scaring me." Shuichi placed his hand on his arm lightly.
Hiro lost it. He couldn't help it. In just less than a few months, he would have to be standing over his dead best friend's casket with a single flower, surrounded by emotional souls who would miss their pink-headed baka with all they had. Just the thought of him having to say a little speech at the funeral about how he'll miss him and the thought of never seeing him again brought him to nearly a screaming sob and to his knees.
Shuichi's eyes went incredibly wide as he saw his friend experience emotions that he had never even seen before. He knelt down with the hope to meet him eye to eye. Hiro had his eyes tightly closed, paining him to open them.
"Hiro, please tell me what's wrong. You can trust me."
Before he could even have a change to take in a breath of air, he was enveloped into a tight embrace.
"H-Hiro?" "Shuichi, you're my best friend in the entire world, never forget that, never!"
Question marks flew out from the top of Shuichi's head.
"...Uh...I won't."
This was it. Hiro had to tell him. They separated. Hiro had struggled to keep his eyes open and looking directly at Shuichi's.
"They told me...that you should know this when you're strong enough to handle it."
"Who? What are you talking about?" Shuichi blurted.
"Just...listen. Don't interrupt please. This is hard enough for me as it is..." Hiro swallowed the lump in his throat and started again. "When Aizawa...set up that trap...one or both of those kids...they...were infected, Shuichi."
His last words were barely heard and he had lost all eye contact with Shuichi.
"Hold it, what are you talking about?" he asked, forcing Hiro's eyes back into his. Hiro wanted so bad to look away. Shuichi's eyes lost all happiness and were turned to instant fear.
"The nurse...said it might possibly be HIV or AIDS."
"Impossible!" Shuichi screeched. "Are you saying that I'm dying?!"
Hiro grew limp.
"...Hai..." he said in a barely audible voice, staring at the floor.
"This isn't a joke, Hiro! If this is something to get me back—"
Hiro viciously seized Shuichi's head and crashed his mouth onto his, struggling his hardest to silence him. If anything, he couldn't hear how worried and hurt Shuichi was.
Shuichi pushed him back just the same.
"Don't cover it up!" he cried. "Tell me what you know!"
"That is what I know!"
He got up quickly. "Don't yell at me Hiro!" Shuichi said, standing with him. "You're not the one dying here!"
Hiro shuddered at the ferocity in his voice.
"I'm not going until you tell me everything!"
Hiro's hand went to his face. "Oh please Shuichi," he whispered. "This is hurting me much more than it could ever even reach you. Please..."
Hiro's breathing quickened as he tried to ward away the dizziness. Shuichi pressed both hands on his chest and nearly flinched at the rate his heart was pounding.
"You're not kidding are you?" he whispered feebly to a hand. "I'm really dying."
Hiro released a shuddering breath. "Oh Shuichi...don't say that. I beg of you."
Relaxing his face and deeply stunned by the way his friend was acting, even if he did know the reason, he slowly embraced him. The moment Hiro felt his arms wrap around him, he closed the rest of the space off in a matter of seconds.
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Ryuichi laid Suguru on the couch, placing a wet a cloth on his forehead, helping him regain consciousness. It was a few good minutes before he got anything from him, even a stir.
"Can you hear me?"
Suguru's eyes opened to the sound of his voice. "Where am I?" he muttered.
"You fainted," Ryuichi reminded.
Things came back to his head slowly in a blur. He gasped and sat up swiftly.
"It's okay," Ryuichi said in a comforting tone, resting his hand on the lower part of Suguru's arm.
Suguru was forced back down with strong stomach pains. He groaned, alerting Ryuichi.
"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Suguru's head waved. "No. I'll be fine...my stomach just got a little nauseous, that's all."
Ryuichi set his hand flatly on Suguru's clothed stomach, moving in soft circles. "Better?"
Suguru frowned in shock. "Ryuichi?"
Ryuichi set his eyes to Suguru's and didn't pay any attention with what his hand was doing. Suguru tensed as he brought his hand slowly up the center of his chest.
Suguru let his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes as Ryuichi's fingertips brushed slowly across each pair of nipples almost seductively. Moans escaped Suguru's lips. He had never been touched like this before.
"Do you like that?" he whispered into his ear, sending chills to every corner of his body. Suguru nearly flinched as something wet and warm traveled along the edge of his ear and, then inserted itself into the opening to the canal. Suguru's head jerked to the side when a strong scent of alcohol filled his nostrils.
"What is it?" Ryuichi asked.
His hand never stopped curiously wandering its new surroundings. It journeyed the opposite way to Suguru's outer thigh.
"This is wrong," he breathed. He couldn't help but ravish Ryuichi's talented fingers, even if he wasn't himself.
"Then why does it feel so right?" Ryuichi countered, running his tongue across his pale cheek and outlined his lips, dipping his hand and massaging Suguru's inner thigh.
"I've always loved you Tohma. Mika always got in the way of us ever having a relationship," he respired. "Not any longer. I want you to be mine."
Helpless, Suguru opened his mouth and received an electrical surge of passion through Ryuichi's kiss. It was soft at first, but the more tempted his hand got, the more furious he was.
Tohma? He thinks I'm Tohma? Oh god...
It was when his hand got a little too far to Suguru's personal area that he pushed his head away and brushed his hand off.
"No Ryuichi," he said firmly.
Ryuichi looked almost hurt. Suguru's eyes seemed roughly terrifying.
"Why don't you like me, Tohma-san?"
Suguru nearly started up crying again. Ryuichi was creating something he had hoped he'd never have to see or be a part of. Ryuichi was larger and much older than he was, making Suguru vulnerable to his physical and mental attacks.
"Tohma's dead, Ryuichi," Suguru whispered through burning tears and heartbreak. "My cousin is gone."
"Cousin?" Ryuichi questioned, his pupils growing to an extraordinary size. Suguru cringed. His eyes left Suguru's and took in his body, every inch with relish. He was hardly paying any attention to Suguru's words. In his mind, it was Tohma before him, blonde hair, and bluish green eyes, sending him back into his thoughts and dreams for the handsome keyboardist. To Ryuichi, Tohma may as well be as good as there. His binging of alcohol made his brain see anything he wanted to see. He had no idea that right before him was a crying mess sixteen-year-old Suguru he was about to badly hurt.
Suguru sank into the back of the couch as best he could, scared of the crazy look in Ryuichi's eyes.
"You're drunk," he whispered helplessly.
"Ryuichi's not drunk!" he said in a bit of a laughing slur, then pulled out Kumagoro. "Am I...Kamagaro?"
The bunny was forced to shake its head, pleasing Ryuichi.
"See? Kamagaro knows all."
That didn't change Suguru's mind the least. Lip trembling, he was afraid of the hyperactive singer for the first time in his life. Ryuichi couldn't even say his damn rabbit's own name correctly!
There was still a way he could escape this horrible torture. Biting his lip, he threw his legs over the side of the couch, excusing himself shakily.
"Where's yoo going?" he asked sloppily, on his hands and knees, looking upwards at Suguru.
"I need...to go to the bathroom."
Ryuichi smirked. "Oh no you don't!"
He grabbed Suguru's ankle, sending the young teen falling on his backside with a small cry of shock. Ryuichi crawled over him, a silly, sloppy smirk spread on his face.
"I know what you're doing...you're trying to get away from me!"
Ryuichi sealed himself on top of Suguru, breathing the god-awful fumes into his sensitive nostrils, making his face cringe.
"Why don't you like me, Tohma? I know you've always had a thing for Yuki Eiri, but...I can be just as good!"
Suguru tried to free at least one of his limbs, but failed greatly.
"Ryuichi...I'm not Tohma!" he cried, desperately struggling to free himself. "Tohma's dead!"
Ryuichi froze. Those words got to his mind and struck him heavily. Tears budded up in his eyes.
"Tohma..."
"I'm Suguru, Ryuichi, not Tohma. Stop before you regret this...please."
Nevertheless, Ryuichi's mouth crashed down on top of Suguru's where he kissed painfully hard. Suguru refused to let his tongue go any further than at the bottom of his lip. When Ryuichi began to whine, Suguru had no choice but to open his mouth and let the probing tongue enter.
The alcohol was tasted inside Suguru's mouth now. It nearly made him want to gag. Ryuichi choked himself full of any kind of drinks he could pull to get Tohma off his mind. Since that was the only one thing he had thought of the entire time, the first person he laid eyes on was the knocked out Suguru lying on his couch at the time. He had been sober before when Suguru came over, but changed drastically suddenly.
His hand snaked under Suguru's shirt, fingers tweaking the sensitive, young nipple. Suguru yelped inside his mouth, nearly swallowing his tongue.
"Oh my Tohma, I could have taught you so much..." he whispered, kissing and sucking at Suguru's neck next. It was fruitless to try and stop him now. Once Ryuichi's mind was set on something, he did it. Suguru bit his lip and never stopped his tears as Ryuichi continued his onslaught.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. His hand traveled down to Suguru's semi-hard member and grasped it through his pants, making him gasp sharply.
"Did I hurt you?" Ryuichi asked in an indistinct baby tone. He didn't stick around to hear the answer, for at the end of his sentence, he slithered down Suguru's tiny body and yanked at his belt with his teeth. While his mouth was busy, his hands securely kept Suguru to the ground so he wouldn't even think about moving.
Someone, please help me! Noriko! Anyone!
No one answered Suguru's internal pleas, for Ryuichi's mouth performed expertly and had the belt undone in a matter of seconds, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
Suguru's eyes went wide as they were being slowly and seductively pulled off.
"No!" he cried. "Sakuma-san!"
Ryuichi froze to place a finger of Suguru's mouth. "Patients are a virtue. If I do it fast, it won't be any fun. Let me make love to you the right way. Sit there and relax."
Suguru's eyes widened horrifically as Ryuichi's talented hands went back to work. Suguru dug into the carpet, trying to fight back his involuntarily body actions taking place at his lower half. He was unknowingly growing harder and harder by the second, his body betraying him.
After the pants were discarded, he choked on a gasp as Ryuichi fondled his arousal above his boxers.
"You like that, don't you, my love? Don't fight it. I know you want this."
He rubbed his face over it and traced his finger around the outlining. Suguru couldn't help but moan at this newly wonderful sensation.
Ryuichi heard the moan and became harder himself. He ripped the boxers free from the small body in a microsecond and took one last look at his target, then dove his mouth onto it, extracting a cry from Suguru. He ignored this and bobbed his head up and down at the speed of light. Suguru clawed the floor below him and bucked his hips unknowingly.
"No...no I don't want this!" he cried. "Ryuichi!"
Ryuichi stopped. Suguru had almost sighed with relief, but in opening his tightly clenched eyes, she saw that Ryuichi had only paused to remove his own clothing. His shirt was thrown to any random place in the room, followed by his pants and boxers. Suguru had never seen anyone naked before, especially another male. It frightened him and he backed up, praying he could escape Ryuichi's penetrating glare somehow.
It took a couple seconds to realize that his beloved had backed up, but quickly caught back on and pinned his legs down.
"No!" Suguru cried, knowing what was coming next. He struggled, even when he knew it was hopeless. His body thrashed wildly from side to side, trying to free his legs. Ryuichi pushed down so hard that it hurt. He pounced onto him and claimed his mouth again.
Suguru felt his erection jut into Ryuichi's stomach, causing him to whimper. He moved underneath him.
"Don't worry, I'm going," Ryuichi whispered into his ear, then slithered down and spread Suguru's legs open to his satisfaction and stared at his target for only a matter of seconds. Suguru screamed his loudest as he jammed a dry finger up into him and moved it around before ripping it out. Suguru panted afterwards. The pain was unbearable. Tears leaked out from the corners of his eyes as he whispered pleadingly for him to stop.
"Did you like that? Bet you'll like this one even more."
Ryuichi's target became visibly clear now. Suguru bit his own lip as something wet and warm encircled his precious virgin area and dipped inward.
"No more...please...oh god."
That didn't last too long. Ryuichi stared back into the eyes of his captive.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, still infused with alcohol.
"No!" Suguru cried, still trying to wiggle his way out of Ryuichi's iron grip.
Ryuichi smirked. "Don't worry, the best part is next."
He draped Suguru's legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at the tight, unprepared entrance. Suguru panicked.
"S-Sakuma-san, please, it's me! It's Suguru! Stop! I'm not Tohma!"
Not a single word was heard. Instead, he stood, smirking.
"Relax, you don't have to do any work."
White spots shot through Suguru's eyes as Ryuichi forced himself swiftly and roughly into him, not stopping for anything.
Suguru cried out for him to stop the entire time, but that only got him moving faster. Suguru brought his hands up to Ryuichi's hair and grabbed a handful, tugging it hard, trying to relieve some of the pain.
He felt like he was going to snap in half at any given second. It was getting much easier to thrust now, for Suguru's insides were completely torn in every spot.
Ryuichi wouldn't stop. Suguru's cries kept him going until he reached his climax. He screamed out Tohma's name before letting go inside the abused entrance. Ryuichi collapsed tiredly on top of Suguru. Suguru shook violently and painfully. His face was soaked with tears and he couldn't stop sobbing.
"Was that good for you?" Ryuichi asked tiredly. "I can feel your heart beating fast. I guess that's a good sign. I've always loved you Tohma...I'm sorry about the lyrics..."
After that, he spoke no more. His content breathing told Suguru that he had fallen asleep.
"Why?" Suguru sobbed. "Why?!"
A/N: Yes, I am highly aware on how bad I made this chapter. Who knows what goes through my mind, especially at night. Review please ^^
"You awake, Shuichi?" came Hiro's tired voice.
Shuichi turned around to face his friend and open his eyes. Their eyes met. A smile came to Hiro's face.
"Sleep good?"
"Hai," Shuichi said, then yawned.
Hiro continued to smile. "I can't believe you're still talking to me for what happened the other day."
Hiro shrugged.
"Don't worry about it. It's all right. I expected that sort of reaction from you. We're only supposed to be friends, but I guess I just took it a little too far. I missed you, probably more than words could say. Sorry."
Shuichi smiled as his fingertips slowly ran up and down Hiro's arm, giving him goose bumps in a matter of seconds.
"It's okay Hiro. I was just angry with Yuki and what happened. I wasn't thinking. Aizawa's up to his no good tricks again, isn't he?"
Hiro nodded once.
"Still friends?"
Hiro gave him a one armed hug and sealed their upper halves together. Just as he was about to think how great it was to be friends with Shuichi again, the virus popped into his head, causing him to push himself back and jolt out of bed.
"Hiro?" Shuichi questioned.
He was rather shocked of Hiro's expression. Shuichi slid out of bed at Hiro's end and stood in front of him.
"Did I do something wrong?"
It was now or never. Shuichi had a right to know he was dying. As much as it pained him, he had to explain it and act strong for his sake.
"Hiro...why are you crying?"
The salt taste he previously had in his mouth grew back as he looked at Shuichi. How long did he have? A month? Half? Maybe two if he was lucky.
He covered his mouth to muffle the sobs.
"Hiro, you're scaring me." Shuichi placed his hand on his arm lightly.
Hiro lost it. He couldn't help it. In just less than a few months, he would have to be standing over his dead best friend's casket with a single flower, surrounded by emotional souls who would miss their pink-headed baka with all they had. Just the thought of him having to say a little speech at the funeral about how he'll miss him and the thought of never seeing him again brought him to nearly a screaming sob and to his knees.
Shuichi's eyes went incredibly wide as he saw his friend experience emotions that he had never even seen before. He knelt down with the hope to meet him eye to eye. Hiro had his eyes tightly closed, paining him to open them.
"Hiro, please tell me what's wrong. You can trust me."
Before he could even have a change to take in a breath of air, he was enveloped into a tight embrace.
"H-Hiro?" "Shuichi, you're my best friend in the entire world, never forget that, never!"
Question marks flew out from the top of Shuichi's head.
"...Uh...I won't."
This was it. Hiro had to tell him. They separated. Hiro had struggled to keep his eyes open and looking directly at Shuichi's.
"They told me...that you should know this when you're strong enough to handle it."
"Who? What are you talking about?" Shuichi blurted.
"Just...listen. Don't interrupt please. This is hard enough for me as it is..." Hiro swallowed the lump in his throat and started again. "When Aizawa...set up that trap...one or both of those kids...they...were infected, Shuichi."
His last words were barely heard and he had lost all eye contact with Shuichi.
"Hold it, what are you talking about?" he asked, forcing Hiro's eyes back into his. Hiro wanted so bad to look away. Shuichi's eyes lost all happiness and were turned to instant fear.
"The nurse...said it might possibly be HIV or AIDS."
"Impossible!" Shuichi screeched. "Are you saying that I'm dying?!"
Hiro grew limp.
"...Hai..." he said in a barely audible voice, staring at the floor.
"This isn't a joke, Hiro! If this is something to get me back—"
Hiro viciously seized Shuichi's head and crashed his mouth onto his, struggling his hardest to silence him. If anything, he couldn't hear how worried and hurt Shuichi was.
Shuichi pushed him back just the same.
"Don't cover it up!" he cried. "Tell me what you know!"
"That is what I know!"
He got up quickly. "Don't yell at me Hiro!" Shuichi said, standing with him. "You're not the one dying here!"
Hiro shuddered at the ferocity in his voice.
"I'm not going until you tell me everything!"
Hiro's hand went to his face. "Oh please Shuichi," he whispered. "This is hurting me much more than it could ever even reach you. Please..."
Hiro's breathing quickened as he tried to ward away the dizziness. Shuichi pressed both hands on his chest and nearly flinched at the rate his heart was pounding.
"You're not kidding are you?" he whispered feebly to a hand. "I'm really dying."
Hiro released a shuddering breath. "Oh Shuichi...don't say that. I beg of you."
Relaxing his face and deeply stunned by the way his friend was acting, even if he did know the reason, he slowly embraced him. The moment Hiro felt his arms wrap around him, he closed the rest of the space off in a matter of seconds.
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Ryuichi laid Suguru on the couch, placing a wet a cloth on his forehead, helping him regain consciousness. It was a few good minutes before he got anything from him, even a stir.
"Can you hear me?"
Suguru's eyes opened to the sound of his voice. "Where am I?" he muttered.
"You fainted," Ryuichi reminded.
Things came back to his head slowly in a blur. He gasped and sat up swiftly.
"It's okay," Ryuichi said in a comforting tone, resting his hand on the lower part of Suguru's arm.
Suguru was forced back down with strong stomach pains. He groaned, alerting Ryuichi.
"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Suguru's head waved. "No. I'll be fine...my stomach just got a little nauseous, that's all."
Ryuichi set his hand flatly on Suguru's clothed stomach, moving in soft circles. "Better?"
Suguru frowned in shock. "Ryuichi?"
Ryuichi set his eyes to Suguru's and didn't pay any attention with what his hand was doing. Suguru tensed as he brought his hand slowly up the center of his chest.
Suguru let his head back into the pillow and closed his eyes as Ryuichi's fingertips brushed slowly across each pair of nipples almost seductively. Moans escaped Suguru's lips. He had never been touched like this before.
"Do you like that?" he whispered into his ear, sending chills to every corner of his body. Suguru nearly flinched as something wet and warm traveled along the edge of his ear and, then inserted itself into the opening to the canal. Suguru's head jerked to the side when a strong scent of alcohol filled his nostrils.
"What is it?" Ryuichi asked.
His hand never stopped curiously wandering its new surroundings. It journeyed the opposite way to Suguru's outer thigh.
"This is wrong," he breathed. He couldn't help but ravish Ryuichi's talented fingers, even if he wasn't himself.
"Then why does it feel so right?" Ryuichi countered, running his tongue across his pale cheek and outlined his lips, dipping his hand and massaging Suguru's inner thigh.
"I've always loved you Tohma. Mika always got in the way of us ever having a relationship," he respired. "Not any longer. I want you to be mine."
Helpless, Suguru opened his mouth and received an electrical surge of passion through Ryuichi's kiss. It was soft at first, but the more tempted his hand got, the more furious he was.
Tohma? He thinks I'm Tohma? Oh god...
It was when his hand got a little too far to Suguru's personal area that he pushed his head away and brushed his hand off.
"No Ryuichi," he said firmly.
Ryuichi looked almost hurt. Suguru's eyes seemed roughly terrifying.
"Why don't you like me, Tohma-san?"
Suguru nearly started up crying again. Ryuichi was creating something he had hoped he'd never have to see or be a part of. Ryuichi was larger and much older than he was, making Suguru vulnerable to his physical and mental attacks.
"Tohma's dead, Ryuichi," Suguru whispered through burning tears and heartbreak. "My cousin is gone."
"Cousin?" Ryuichi questioned, his pupils growing to an extraordinary size. Suguru cringed. His eyes left Suguru's and took in his body, every inch with relish. He was hardly paying any attention to Suguru's words. In his mind, it was Tohma before him, blonde hair, and bluish green eyes, sending him back into his thoughts and dreams for the handsome keyboardist. To Ryuichi, Tohma may as well be as good as there. His binging of alcohol made his brain see anything he wanted to see. He had no idea that right before him was a crying mess sixteen-year-old Suguru he was about to badly hurt.
Suguru sank into the back of the couch as best he could, scared of the crazy look in Ryuichi's eyes.
"You're drunk," he whispered helplessly.
"Ryuichi's not drunk!" he said in a bit of a laughing slur, then pulled out Kumagoro. "Am I...Kamagaro?"
The bunny was forced to shake its head, pleasing Ryuichi.
"See? Kamagaro knows all."
That didn't change Suguru's mind the least. Lip trembling, he was afraid of the hyperactive singer for the first time in his life. Ryuichi couldn't even say his damn rabbit's own name correctly!
There was still a way he could escape this horrible torture. Biting his lip, he threw his legs over the side of the couch, excusing himself shakily.
"Where's yoo going?" he asked sloppily, on his hands and knees, looking upwards at Suguru.
"I need...to go to the bathroom."
Ryuichi smirked. "Oh no you don't!"
He grabbed Suguru's ankle, sending the young teen falling on his backside with a small cry of shock. Ryuichi crawled over him, a silly, sloppy smirk spread on his face.
"I know what you're doing...you're trying to get away from me!"
Ryuichi sealed himself on top of Suguru, breathing the god-awful fumes into his sensitive nostrils, making his face cringe.
"Why don't you like me, Tohma? I know you've always had a thing for Yuki Eiri, but...I can be just as good!"
Suguru tried to free at least one of his limbs, but failed greatly.
"Ryuichi...I'm not Tohma!" he cried, desperately struggling to free himself. "Tohma's dead!"
Ryuichi froze. Those words got to his mind and struck him heavily. Tears budded up in his eyes.
"Tohma..."
"I'm Suguru, Ryuichi, not Tohma. Stop before you regret this...please."
Nevertheless, Ryuichi's mouth crashed down on top of Suguru's where he kissed painfully hard. Suguru refused to let his tongue go any further than at the bottom of his lip. When Ryuichi began to whine, Suguru had no choice but to open his mouth and let the probing tongue enter.
The alcohol was tasted inside Suguru's mouth now. It nearly made him want to gag. Ryuichi choked himself full of any kind of drinks he could pull to get Tohma off his mind. Since that was the only one thing he had thought of the entire time, the first person he laid eyes on was the knocked out Suguru lying on his couch at the time. He had been sober before when Suguru came over, but changed drastically suddenly.
His hand snaked under Suguru's shirt, fingers tweaking the sensitive, young nipple. Suguru yelped inside his mouth, nearly swallowing his tongue.
"Oh my Tohma, I could have taught you so much..." he whispered, kissing and sucking at Suguru's neck next. It was fruitless to try and stop him now. Once Ryuichi's mind was set on something, he did it. Suguru bit his lip and never stopped his tears as Ryuichi continued his onslaught.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered. His hand traveled down to Suguru's semi-hard member and grasped it through his pants, making him gasp sharply.
"Did I hurt you?" Ryuichi asked in an indistinct baby tone. He didn't stick around to hear the answer, for at the end of his sentence, he slithered down Suguru's tiny body and yanked at his belt with his teeth. While his mouth was busy, his hands securely kept Suguru to the ground so he wouldn't even think about moving.
Someone, please help me! Noriko! Anyone!
No one answered Suguru's internal pleas, for Ryuichi's mouth performed expertly and had the belt undone in a matter of seconds, then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
Suguru's eyes went wide as they were being slowly and seductively pulled off.
"No!" he cried. "Sakuma-san!"
Ryuichi froze to place a finger of Suguru's mouth. "Patients are a virtue. If I do it fast, it won't be any fun. Let me make love to you the right way. Sit there and relax."
Suguru's eyes widened horrifically as Ryuichi's talented hands went back to work. Suguru dug into the carpet, trying to fight back his involuntarily body actions taking place at his lower half. He was unknowingly growing harder and harder by the second, his body betraying him.
After the pants were discarded, he choked on a gasp as Ryuichi fondled his arousal above his boxers.
"You like that, don't you, my love? Don't fight it. I know you want this."
He rubbed his face over it and traced his finger around the outlining. Suguru couldn't help but moan at this newly wonderful sensation.
Ryuichi heard the moan and became harder himself. He ripped the boxers free from the small body in a microsecond and took one last look at his target, then dove his mouth onto it, extracting a cry from Suguru. He ignored this and bobbed his head up and down at the speed of light. Suguru clawed the floor below him and bucked his hips unknowingly.
"No...no I don't want this!" he cried. "Ryuichi!"
Ryuichi stopped. Suguru had almost sighed with relief, but in opening his tightly clenched eyes, she saw that Ryuichi had only paused to remove his own clothing. His shirt was thrown to any random place in the room, followed by his pants and boxers. Suguru had never seen anyone naked before, especially another male. It frightened him and he backed up, praying he could escape Ryuichi's penetrating glare somehow.
It took a couple seconds to realize that his beloved had backed up, but quickly caught back on and pinned his legs down.
"No!" Suguru cried, knowing what was coming next. He struggled, even when he knew it was hopeless. His body thrashed wildly from side to side, trying to free his legs. Ryuichi pushed down so hard that it hurt. He pounced onto him and claimed his mouth again.
Suguru felt his erection jut into Ryuichi's stomach, causing him to whimper. He moved underneath him.
"Don't worry, I'm going," Ryuichi whispered into his ear, then slithered down and spread Suguru's legs open to his satisfaction and stared at his target for only a matter of seconds. Suguru screamed his loudest as he jammed a dry finger up into him and moved it around before ripping it out. Suguru panted afterwards. The pain was unbearable. Tears leaked out from the corners of his eyes as he whispered pleadingly for him to stop.
"Did you like that? Bet you'll like this one even more."
Ryuichi's target became visibly clear now. Suguru bit his own lip as something wet and warm encircled his precious virgin area and dipped inward.
"No more...please...oh god."
That didn't last too long. Ryuichi stared back into the eyes of his captive.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, still infused with alcohol.
"No!" Suguru cried, still trying to wiggle his way out of Ryuichi's iron grip.
Ryuichi smirked. "Don't worry, the best part is next."
He draped Suguru's legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at the tight, unprepared entrance. Suguru panicked.
"S-Sakuma-san, please, it's me! It's Suguru! Stop! I'm not Tohma!"
Not a single word was heard. Instead, he stood, smirking.
"Relax, you don't have to do any work."
White spots shot through Suguru's eyes as Ryuichi forced himself swiftly and roughly into him, not stopping for anything.
Suguru cried out for him to stop the entire time, but that only got him moving faster. Suguru brought his hands up to Ryuichi's hair and grabbed a handful, tugging it hard, trying to relieve some of the pain.
He felt like he was going to snap in half at any given second. It was getting much easier to thrust now, for Suguru's insides were completely torn in every spot.
Ryuichi wouldn't stop. Suguru's cries kept him going until he reached his climax. He screamed out Tohma's name before letting go inside the abused entrance. Ryuichi collapsed tiredly on top of Suguru. Suguru shook violently and painfully. His face was soaked with tears and he couldn't stop sobbing.
"Was that good for you?" Ryuichi asked tiredly. "I can feel your heart beating fast. I guess that's a good sign. I've always loved you Tohma...I'm sorry about the lyrics..."
After that, he spoke no more. His content breathing told Suguru that he had fallen asleep.
"Why?" Suguru sobbed. "Why?!"
A/N: Yes, I am highly aware on how bad I made this chapter. Who knows what goes through my mind, especially at night. Review please ^^