"... Like a Rabbit"

Chapter 3

Alright, the 3rd chapter, I hope you guys like it! For some reason I'm having issues uploading on I had to upload this as a notepad doc. It's pretty rediculous! I hope you guys can bare with me with this problem, I'm going to try to have a chapter out every tuesday, since that's the day World of Warcraft is down for updates, and that's about the only time I have nothing to do, I'm either at work or playing with my BF or playing WOW, some life.

It had been 3 days since Ayame last talked to Hotori. 3 days since the doctor answered his phone, at least, but Ayame had called several times, as he usually did every day. Hotori always answered, he at least did that much. So after three days the snake was naturally worried. As he approached the door of the house, he noticed there wasn't any sound, only a low thumping sound.

Very strange, Ayame thought as he knocked, there were at least SOME normal sounds. Usually the scratching of a pencil on paper, some news over the radio, the fan blowing. He waited a minute after knocking, but not even the sound of footsteps sounded, just the low thumping still.

As he went to knock again a soft whimper echoed from inside, "Momiji?" He whispered, that's definitely who it sounded like, and then the thumping stopped, "Momiji! Are you all right? Where's Hari? Is he there?"

No answer.

Ayame blinked, his heart almost stopping, as a rush of memories of similar events from the past flashed through his mind, "No. . ." He knew he was overly dramatic sometimes, but . . . "Oh god, no," tears stung his eyes and began to fall.

It was summer break. Always the gang's favorite time of the year. Ayame was on his way to spend the night at the Soma vacation home with Gure and Hari, they had saved up all their money for the year and couldn't wait. He was arriving 2 days later then the others, because his grandmother chose a very convenient time to visit.

The silver haired beauty let out a sigh as he stepped off the bus and made his way up to the home. It was such a beautiful day, he just had to enjoy the rest of what was left of it. Highschool was just around the corner and he couldn't wait.

After the long walk and greeting from the keepers of the house he stood outside the room, "Wow you guys are quiet," he giggled, he had asked the lady if they were in, and she said that they hadn't left for the past couple days, so he let himself in.

The room was a mess, clothes thrown everywhere, and the smell, he gasped, it smelled like blood and something strange and sharp. He looked toward the bedroom, the door was open, inside was a mess, clothes littered the room, and someone lay on the floor, only his hand was visible.

Ayame rushed over, "Shigure!" his friends eyes were open and blank, his breath shallow and forced. Ayame's eyes wandered down the boys body. Bruises and bites, cuts everywhere, blood and what Ayame guessed was semen, crusted the young dog's ass and thighs, "Oh, god . . . what happened?" he was raped, but by who, "Hari!" Tears streamed down his cheeks, what had this Rapist done to his friend? He was afraid to find out.

Ayame looked up to meet the glaring eyes of his friend, "H-Hari!" He jumped back in fear.

Hari licked his lips, blood staining them, his hand fell on his blood-stained penis, stroking erotically.

"How could you Hari? How could you do this to him?" He was sobbing.

Hari stalked over to the smaller boy, his eyes vacant of feeling, he simply pushed Ayame onto the floor and ripped his clothes off with an unnatural strength.

Ayame struggled, trying his hardest to get away, "No, Hari, plea-" he was cut off when the dragon boys fist snapped forward into his jaw. His head spun and for a second he didn't know which way he was facing, his sight blurring and growing dark.

Hari forced the boys legs up over his shoulders, examining the tight entrance. He suddenly forced a finger in, his eyes waiting for Ayame's reaction.

The silver haired boy didn't move. Despite the burning pain in his asshole, only silent tears answered. Shigure was much bigger then Ayame, if the dog didn't stand a chance, neither did he. He didn't want to move, his body was growing heavy and his mind was ready to go to better places. Ayame shook his head, that wasn't the self he knew, he was much more determined in life then this. He didn't know what had caused his friend to suddenly flip out, but he had to put an end to it. He was the snake, he could wiggle out of anything! His legs wrapped around Hari's neck, "Stop it right now!" and with all the strength in his body he forced Hari, sideways to the floor.

Hari wasn't about to stand for it, his finger wasn't inside now, but his hand went for the smaller boy's balls grasping hard.

Ayame screamed, crippling against the painful grip. He had to stop it! He lifted his body just enough to start pounding his fist into Hari's face, "Fucking low! You mother fucker!" he didn't stop, he kept swinging, "Wake the fuck up! This isn't you!" He sobbed.

What happened next? Ayame couldn't remember, he only remembered waking up.

Hari cried, "What have I done? Oh god..." blood was flowing from his nose, he looked over at the now conscious boy, "Ayame... I'm sorry..."

Ayame jumped into the taller boys arms and sobbed, "Hari!"

They both cleaned Shigure, the boy was gone mentally. He would never be the same after that, they tried for several days to get him to even respond, trying to fix the damage that was done. Keeping it a secret from the outside words. By the last day the physical wounds were healed, even the bruises were barely visible, but his eyes failed to meet those of his friends, and whenever the dragon came near he'd shudder and sometimes faint.

Hari didn't want to do it, but he didn't want to leave his friend broken. Ayame and he both agreed that they'd keep it a secret, and so they went on and erased Shigure's memories of that week, replacing them with the fake memories of a well enjoyed summer. But Hari and Ayame would always remember. Another curse, they'd have to live with for the rest of their lives.

Ayame slammed open the door to meet a similar scene from before, everything was trashed, chairs were on their sides, clothes littered the floor, it was dark, and it smelled.

He walked through the house toward Hotori's room where he started to hear the thumping noise again, the door was ajar, and he slowly opened it.

Momiji straddled on Hatari's cock, riding the older man vigorously.

Hatori's fingers dug into the boys legs, as he growled in pleasure.

Ayame blinked, "Momiji..."

The boy looked back at Ayame, his eyes full of lust, "Aya-san..." he panted.

Hari didn't seem to notice, he had the same vacant look in his eyes, but he also looked exhausted beyond all reason.

Momiji climbed off and went to get off the bed, only to collapse on the floor.

Ayame rushed to the boy's side, "Momiji, are you all right?"

Momiji smiled, "No . . . I need more . . ." he pulled Ayame into a tired kiss.

Ayame pulled away, what the hell was going on? He looked at the boy's eyes, the little boy was still there, but innocence no longer reflected from them, lust radiated from him, so strong that Ayame couldn't help the stiffening in his pants.

Momiji smiled, "Help me Ayame," he fumbled with the slender mans pants.

Ayame blinked and fell back onto the floor, his pants were around his ankles, his hard dick peeking out from the flaps of his clothing.

Momiji immediately crawled over, lapping up the length of the older mans staff.

Ayame moaned as the boy took his entire member in his mouth, suckling, his tongue wiggling up and down from base to tip, "AH!" he placed his hand on the boy's bobbing head, "I-I'm no better . . ." he sighed in pleasure as the child preformed wonders, his rationality left him, and he gave into the soft motions of the boy. He reached behind the small boy, gently fingering the moist and ready opening.

Momiji sat up and gasped as he moved against Ayame's fingers, "Ah . . ." he looked up at the snakes beauty, his hand still working on the warm cock, "Aya-san . . . let me get on you . . ."

Ayame slowly withdrew his fingers, panting, and lay back on his elbows, his cock throbbed in need as Momiji's delicate hands left it, the little boy quickly crawled up to his lap and lowered himself down the vessel.

Momiji gasped and licked the man's neck, gently nipping the flesh every so often as he began to move up and down.

Ayame moaned, he knew this was wrong, but couldn't bring himself to tell the boy to stop, he couldn't bring himself to speak at all, he was in utter shock of the turn about of the situation. Hatori lay on the bed snoring, he was a mess of sweat and cum. What happened? Hari was obviously not there, he was the Hari he had encountered before when he was young. Momiji seemed different, he wasn't traumatized, he wasn't on the floor raped and bleeding, there were a few bruises, but he was still willing and begging for more sex. The Momiji Ayame remembered was seemingly innocent, not like this. What was going on? It was too much to handle, so the snake gave in. That nice place was approaching again, along with the darkness, the little bit of sanity left in him began slip away, he no longer cared what he was doing, what Momiji was doing and what was going to happen.

Momiji moaned softly, "Oh, Aya!" he began to orgasm as waves of passion pulsated through his body.

Ayame looked at him, his eyes filled with pleasure, "That's right, little one... come for me..." he grasped the boys small member and stroked it as the boy orgasmed. He pulled Momiji close and kissed him, forcing his tongue into his mouth, gently sweeping it through and letting it dance with the smaller boy's, the world was cooler now, and the weight on his shoulders didn't seem to exist. He took the boy by the hips and began quickening Momiji's motions.

Momiji cried out loud, "OH!" his body was spasming uncontrollably, "Faster! Faster!"

Ayame did as the boy said bouncing the boy on his cock at an amazing speed, he felt his climax approaching and let it wash over him, "Ah!" he went limp suddenly. What had he done? His hand cupped his mouth as his eyes went wide, "Oh god..." he pushed the boy off and stood up, "oh god! Oh god!" panic hit him hard and he began to weep.

Momiji blinked, "What's wrong Aya?" he didn't understand, or atleast his lust shielded him from any understanding of the limits that were being broken.

Ayame pulled up his pants and ran to Hatori's side and took some clothes from the mans drawer and quickly dressed him, "I've got to get you out of here." he was moving a million miles a minute. Quickly moving from the now dressed man to the little boy.

Momiji had a shirt and boxers on in an instant, both forced on by the hurried man, "Aya?" the man took both of them and Hatori's keys, no words were said, he only led the two out of the house and into the car, Ayame took off as quick as he could, "I've got to get him out of here..." his only concern was Hatori, nothing else mattered now. Only the little rationality left made him stop at Shigure's house.

"Get out," Ayame demanded as he looked at the boy though the rare-view mirror, "Tell Shigure that you have to stay a while with him, Hatori had to leave for an emergency."

Momiji hurried out of the car. Just as he closed the door, the car sped off. It had all happened so quickly, not even 10 minutes had passed between Aya's orgasm and his stepping out of the car. He looked at the house and sighed, he was a little embarrassed to have to show up in Hari's shirt and boxers, but he walked to the house anyway, his body tired and aching, tears streaming down his cheeks.