This fic is rated M, right? Well this chapter will have a preview of why…I think.

Chapter Four: Breaking Point

The kitchen; of all the places for Seto to… Honda shook his head, sitting in the seat of Otogi's little sports car. He sighed, looking anywhere but at Otogi, What have I gotten myself into? He held his head up with his hand; I don't want to do this with Otogi. That's so how I didn't want it to happen!

"I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself, Honda." Otogi said casually, but it seemed like the boy was reading the other's thoughts. He laughed a little through his nose as he turned into the driveway, "Just imagine I'm Kaiba."

You don't even fucking compare. Honda scowled as he opened the door to the car. He slammed it shut behind him and waited for the gamer to lead him. Not even close, Otogi. He knew there was a lot at stake if Otogi was to tell his secret. If everybody found out he wanted to be with the CEO…Honda didn't even want to think about it.

The two walked into Otogi's apartment; one feeling calm and casual, the other feeling completely nuts. There was no trouble who was who.

Otogi slipped off his black jacket, throwing it onto a chair, "Come on in." he looked over his shoulder with a sly smile, "I'll get us some drinks."

Oh Goody. Honda rolled his eyes, removing his jacket and taking a deep breath.

Otogi quickly returned with two wine glasses filled with a sparkling champagne, "I'm sure you drink." He offered the glass to Honda, "Please, get comfortable."

He says it like it's so simple. Honda took the glass, choosing the armchair instead of the couch. Now he can't touch me. He smiled at his own genius.

However, the dice master had other ideas, "Oh." He said, sitting in Honda's lap, "I didn't know you would get that comfortable." Otogi, clinked the other's wine glass and laughed a little through his nose, "Cheers, Babe." He took a sip.

Honda took a little sip, trying not to get too intoxicated. He wiggled underneath Otogi, trying to silently say, "Get off of me!" Though there was no such luck. He sighed and looked up at him with his almond brown eyes, "Otogi-"

"Oh please call me something more endearing. You pick." Otogi had yet to lose that smirk of his.

"Otogi," Honda said firmly, "if you plan to do something with me, can you speed it up a little bit?"

"Can't hold your want any longer, Babe? No problem." Otogi downed the last of his champagne and put the glass on the table. He took hold of Honda's glass and placed it beside his, "Here." He said and leaned down, firmly pressing his lips to Honda's.

The other boy's eyes went wide. He quickly pulled away, feeling as if he wanted to throw up all of his lunch…which wasn't very much, mind you.

Otogi laughed politely, "Did you want to do this somewhere else?" he tapped Honda's nose with his finger, "Come with me." He climbed off of his boy toy and grabbed his hand, "My room is way more comfortable." There was that word again. Honda sighed, feeling Otogi thread his fingers with his. He felt it was best to keep his shoes on. He never knew when he had the chance to run out of that house.

When the two got into the bedroom, Otogi pushed Honda down onto the bed, climbing on top of him like a hawk on a rodent. His eyes had that look too; the hunger or a predator. He licked his lips, leaning down to grab Honda's into a sweltering kiss of pure lust. He moaned, grabbing Honda's shoulders to somehow deepen the kiss more.

Hiroto's eyes went wide, not liking the situation he was in now. Oh for the love of-

Otogi had pulled away, standing at the foot of the bed topless. He still had the gleam of hunger in his eyes, "Hiroto…are you still feeling nervous?"

"I was never nervous." Honda protested, sitting up in the bed, "I don't want to-"

"Don't ruin our evening of love, Hiroto." Otogi said, grabbing a pastel green bottle from the dresser. He walked back over to the bed and grabbed at Honda's shirt, "Take it off."

"What?" Honda said with his mouth slightly open in shock.

"I'm going to help you relax." Otogi leaned over and lit vanilla candles that sat in a stand beside the bed.

Honda sighed and, with heavy reluctance, lifted his shirt over his head. He felt a little embarrassed, but due to the lack of light in the room, Honda didn't feel as if he had to worry too much. Though, that didn't stop the faint blush that grazed his cheeks.

Otogi grinned, running a hand down Honda's bare chest, "Mmm you look a little thin, Hiroto." He licked his lips, kisses the other's neck, "Have you been loosing weight?"

"I don't know. Usually when people are thinner, it means they've lost weight." Honda rolled his eyes. He was dying to just get out of there.

"Anything negative you say, I will become temporarily deaf and won't be able to hear it." Otogi stated and opened the bottle, "Lay on your stomach."

Honda took a deep breath, obeying the orders and lying on the bed as instructed. He bit his lip. Being unable to see what Otogi was doing was making him nervous. There was silence and some slight shifting of the bed before Honda gasped. A cool lotion was being spread onto his back and massage into Honda's shoulders.

Otogi chuckled darkly, "Surprised you, did I?" he leaned down and kissed between Honda's shoulder blades, "Oh Hiroto, isn't this great? It's just you and me in the most romantic scene." He massaged Honda's back, using great skill to remove the knots from the stress Honda had been feeling.

Ironically enough, Honda was enjoying the massage. It was really just what he needed. All of his problems, all of his stress, was thrown into the wind and replaced with the burning pleasure he was receiving. Otogi or not, the man knew how to massage.

Honda didn't know if hours or less than a minute had passed. He felt dazed and tired from his busy day. Don't fall asleep. Don't fall asleep. He kept chanting in his head, but he knew that if this didn't stop, he was spending the night in Otogi's bed; something he definitely didn't want to do.

It then just happened way too fast. Honda's eyes had shot open, feeling something slick slipping into his entrance, "Ah!" he cried out in pain. Honda tried to move, but Otogi had mistaken his back for a chair and was entering another finger into his virgin rear. He never remembered feeling Otogi slip the pants off his hips.

"STOP!" he croaked out, grinding his teeth together while Otogi stretched his walls.

Otogi began to scissor his fingers, smirking broadly, "I'm just helping you relax." He chuckled a little, "You're so tight. Are you a virgin? Or maybe you like the act of giving." He laughed at his own joke.

Honda was squirming around. He could get Otogi off of him. He let out a groan as yet another finger went into him. "This isn't what I wanted." He growled softly, smacking his forehead against the mattress in anger.

The dice master had heard, "What's wrong, Hiroto?" he asked, digging his fingers deeper, "It doesn't feel good?"

"No, it DOESN'T!" Honda yelled, using all of his strength to help himself up. He shoved Otogi off of his back and onto the floor. Re-buttoning his pants and grabbing his shirt, Honda made a run for it.

"Hiroto!" Otogi called out, following him down the hallway, "Stop! I'll tell everyone your secret!"

Honda stopped just as his hand grabbed the doorknob. He bit his lip. Was it really worth it? He let go of the door, looking over his shoulder at the green eyed gamer.

Otogi smirked, "Come back to me and I promise not to punish you, Darling Hiroto."

He saw red, but Honda did as told; walking over to his master. He looked him dead in the eye and said strongly, "Never call me 'Hiroto' again." He lashed out, punching Otogi across the face. He returned to the door, throwing it open and running out. Get the FUCK out of here! was all he could tell himself. It didn't even occur to him until he was under the covers of his own bed that night that he had just ruined the one thing he told himself to keep silent.

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Short chapter, I know. It was only a page less than the last one, but Oh NO! Honda's secret is going to be leaked out! What's going to happen now? Find out in the next chapter of Ramune!