Author's Note: This is a roleplay, please realize that there WILL be changes in POV and do not relay that in your reviews. Reviews, otherwise, are encouraged and welcomed.

If I've learned anything about being a social outcast, everything can be told from a person's eyes. Yes, everything. From their wide-range of emotions to their mental well-being. This occurred to Shuuichi as he gazed into those beautiful round orbs of Natsume's. If he hadn't been sure of what he was doing to the other, he understood it in full force now. He'd known what he was doing since he'd convinced the teen to take him to his room and allowed the paper dolls to bind and gagged his friend.

Natsume might think that Shuuichi had no choice in being taken by the curse's power, but he was probably the only one that had a choice in the matter. At least, he had at first. If he had turned around and run when he noticed what the curse was and what it would do to both of them, then it wouldn't have been him playing with Natsume so sexually. He would rather all memories of this start with him, scar their friendship instead of ruining that of his friends or teachers. No matter what Natsume might say, since Shuuichi was the first, the memories might be dampened quite a bit for the future doers.

His lizard tattoo had run down his body and was visible just below the boxers, but closest to his inner thigh. It scurried around on his skin in a thoughtful way, the youkai attached to him making no real threatening manner towards either of them. A simple black creature that only Natsume and those like him could see, else, Shuuichi might have had trouble in acting if it suddenly appeared amongst his movie scenes. Actresses wouldn't want to be around him with such a creepy thing moving about his body.

Shuuichi bent down, shifting his lower body to rest firmly on Natsume's ankles while the torso moved down to press his well-tended lips against his friend's right knee. His mouth brushed lovingly against the white skin, moving upm ever so slightly and then back down again.

He was sure that the curse was effecting his other senses as well. For instance, his taste of the other and how it felt like he was lapping at the sweetest berries when his tongue ran against his precious skin. It effected his sight as well, at least toward the teen. The way his skin glistened with the simplest droplets of sweat or how his hair and eyes seemed to only magnify his beauty.

His journey only moved further up, his hands placing themselves under Natsume's knees for support, his lips brushing up along the skin until he reached the blockade underwear and found himself immediately drawn to it. "Damn this curse... I can't just... leave it be." He looked up at Natsume with another apologetic grimace. There was no way in the history of Hell that Shuuichi wouldn't be able to just do one constant fuck as he'd hoped. No, he couldn't leave the kid's nipples alone, or that tender face, or ignore how his moans of pleasure seemed to come from when he teased Natsume's body. "Fuck..."

The left hand released the knee it was held onto to reach up and hook under the top band around Natsume's waist. pulling at it wantonly.

He had all the power in the situation and somehow still felt that he wasn't allowed within the walls Natsume had blocked off. As if he needed permission to enter, but he had to finish it. Making it longer was only making it worse.

What's wrong with me, I'm not able to focus! My mind... it keeps struggling.

Even now, Shuuichi's erection was almost as visible as Natsume's. Pulling slowly on the final defense, he kept his eyes open and unblinkingly stared down at what was revealed. Forgive me... as if you could.

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Natsume's breath hitched, his breathing turned into short, sharp, shuddering gasps that was heard clearly through the papper, his eyelids closing as he felt his blood rush to his face, along with some other unmentionable, more private areas of his body, and he found himself almost...enjoying it. Almost. It still left him with butterflies made from lead and smog in his lungs, a cold steel box squeezing his heart, bile in his belly and hell clawing at everything else. A part of him was still wondering, thinking "What did I do to deserve this?"

And another part was thinking, "This isn't how I wanted this."

Natsume may not have had such an active libido like the other boys...but he still had one. He had sometimes woken up from dreams with Shuuichi on his mind, with a great discomfort at what the dream had left over. Past dreams, however, Natsume never did have any sort of sexual experience, not even with himself. While most boys might masturbate, Natsume didn't. To be honest, it made him feel...dirty to do so. And while he did sort of...desire the actor/exorcist, it was not something he was generally proud of or voiced.

But now here he was, with his underwear being pulled down, and the truth of his emotions being revealed, springing out full and completely erect. It was almost like a wet dream come true...and that both sickened and pleasured Natsume on it's own.

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His eyes widened as he set his light brown orbs onto the throbbing member, standing before him completely erect and in need. It was almost begging for his touch, screaming that he stroke it, play with it. Shuuichi could feel his upper body moving down to get closer to it, but soon halted his movements to look up and stare at his captive.

The small pink tongue of his slipped out and played on the edge of his lips in a teasing way.

"It looks a little dirty, I guess it's up to me to clean it up." He smiled a cat-like grin, index finger stretching out and running along just the underside of Natsume's manhood.

It ran along the vain, up and down, barely touching it before finding a better project down lower. The right hand had found its job and took hold of the other's balls, feeling the soft skin caressing his palm.

Shuuichi bent down the rest of the way, licking at the slit where some pre-ejaculation had come out. There had been wet spots on Natsume's underwear from when the cock had been pushing against the cloth. He felt that it was his duty to clean up the teen a little so that there wasn't a mess to deal with afterward. "You're so responsive, it's like you're begging for it."

He turned his eyes back onto Natsume's beautiful face. "If I ungagged you, would you be begging me to touch you?" It was just something he had to voice aloud, a thought he'd been mulling over for the past few minutes. Though, the situation was awful enough for the other and he wouldn't let Natsume say anything that he might regret later.

There must be a way for me to save him from the others. Only have him hate me... Desperately, he tried to think of what he knew of the curse, its inner workings, how it might be possible to get rid of it some other way, but as far the exorcist knew, there was no alternative.

As he paid attention to the groin with his lips and right hand, he used his left to prepare for his next objective. His hand reached out and placed itself on Natsume's stomach, feeling its way up blindly passed the chest and the neck, to find itself on the teen's lips. Just as it had before, the paper moved obediently, almost dissolving where Shuuichi's fingers lay. "Wet my fingers, Natsume. You'll want them as wet as you can get them." They delved in between the kid's lips, fingertips entering the moist cave and pushing against the inhabitant there.

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Perhaps it was the curse. Perhaps it was affecting him deeply, a change that would soon completely take over his mind and body. Or perhaps it truly was just him. Perhaps the curse had nothing to do with it. It didn't matter, really. Whether it was the curse or himself, it wouldn't change the fact that he let out a sound that was almost a moan as he felt Shuuichi simply touch his length, a simple feeling, but with intense pleasure, maybe from the curse or maybe from Natsume's true desires and pent up sexual frustration.

It wouldn't matter what it was. It didn't change the fact that Natsume shivered at the touch, the rape now starting to dissolve into pleasure, into the word 'sex' and where the molestation was dissolving into a consensual, true pleasure. It didn't stop him from practically bucking his hips as he felt the man's tongue licking at the slit of his cock, a loud surprise gasp escaping the teen, his cock throbbing in want, in pure, desperate need for the actor to give it more attention.

He didn't know what the answer was either. WOULD he be begging Shuuichi? He would've either beat the crap out of him or run away in tears had he managed to break free earlier, but now? Now, he didn't know. He was almost contemplating on whether he would actually stay. Would he?

Almost. Almost yes.

He could've bitten the fingers, he could've bitten so hard that he'd have drawn blood, he could've bitten so hard that the actor would have found himself without them. He could've bitten so hard that the actor would snap out of it, curse or not.

But he didn't. Instead, he allowed them into his mouth, almost sucking on them, running his tongue across the skin and getting them slick with saliva, helping Shuuichi with the next part of this scene.

And he didn't regret it.

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Giving off a soft sigh, Shuuichi closed his eyes to take in all the sensations he was feeling. It was nothing compared to what Natsume seemed to be having, but he wanted to enjoy what he could of the horrendous situation. That wasn't his only reason. He had to gain some control over himself, at least a little to keep his wits about him and not just start fucking Natsume in the ass without preparing him a bit.

Asses weren't meant to have cocks run up them, so it'd hurt at first and bleed a little, but if Shuuichi could tone it down a little and make it more pleasurable for Natsume, then he'd have done his best. It'd make the others that came and who didn't fix him up less painful.

He let his tongue slip out of his mouth completely, the flat of it pressing all of itself at the base and slowly raising up to flick the head. With the throbbing organ before him, it would take control to not just shove the whole thing in his mouth and deep throat it. Slowly, Shuuichi took a higher approach, pressing his lips against the head of the cock slowly taking in an entire inch. The elder thought it was best to coat it completely in saliva before continuing.

Higher up, his fingers ventured in farther. It was due to the welcome Natsume's tongue gave them, sucking and running the tongue along the nails and finger tips.

Good boy... Shuuichi thought, holding a moan back. He could barely contain himself. Natsume wasn't the only one pleasured by everything. "Natsume..."

In went another inch to his mouth, repeating the same motion of coating the organ in saliva.

They wouldn't be interrupted any time soon doing this, because the school day was far from over and only the hallway had made soft squeaks and sounds to the lower floor. For once, he was glad that there was nothing to stop him from going all the way, at least for an hour or two, but it shouldn't take that long.

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Natsume's eyes widened, a strangled moan coming out of his mouth as he felt the man take in a bit of the erect cock in his mouth, a sensation so new, so foreign and so infinitely good to Natsume. His hips raised a bit, out of want, need and impatience, out of inexperience of a teen's first time, out of a teen's innermost desire coming true.

He allowed the fingers to slide into his mouth a bit more, and he continued to get them wet, to cover them with his slick saliva to make it easier on himself, and to take pleasure out of...Perhaps, that was one of the biggest turn-ons right now. Here he was, with the man who he secretly lusted after...and he was bound, all tied up, completely subdued by Shuuichi.

Just the thought of it made him even harder than before.

He continued to suck and lick at the fingers, as if trying to prove himself, trying to show Shuuichi just how good it'd feel if he stuck another certain part of his body in his mouth. And perhaps that's what he relally wanted right now. Perhaps. His mind was so cloudy, so hazed and filled with uncertainties. This wasn't the curse.

This was...pure Natsume.

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It was hard to ignore Natsume's body, even when the curse wasn't shoving lustful needs and wants through Shuuichi's brain. He wanted to bite his lip to hold himself back from what he was thinking now. The way the kid's tongue swirled around his appendages, what he wouldn't give to have it massaging his own manhood in such a way, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. As far as he knew, Natsume was being tortured by the experience, only doing as he was told in hopes that when Shuuichi said it would be easier that his words rang true.

Another inch entered his mouth, the head pressing against the roof of his mouth and spurting small doses of ejaculation into his throat. He moaned, which was muffled, and it vibrated around the teen's cock. An idea struck Shuuichi as he began to hum softly, running another coat of saliva around the organ now heading toward his throat.

As all of this was happening, the hands kept busy with a constant roll of Natsume's balls. They moved as if water were doing what Shuuichi's hands were doing. Moving them around and rotating them. he felt so hot.

He hadn't quite noticed what his mind had been creating as he had his eyes shut closed. A scene where he was pleasuring a willing Natsume. His voice almost echoed inside Shuuichi's mind.

"More, Shuuichi-sensei! Please!" Oh, what I wouldn't give...

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Natsume let out another moan, his face flushed darkly as he could feel intense pleasure, wishing for more, desperate for more. It was almost too much for him, all the pleasure, all the many sensations. He could feel his body heating up, sweat shimmering on his skin and the air feeling incredibly cold compared to his body. Was this what sex was like? It...felt amazing.

Truly and simply: Amazing.

Perhaps it was the curse that was clouding his mind, but it was Natsume that reacted to all of this. No, all the curse did was block out all other thoughts. Perhaps Natsume truly was a pervert, truly craved sex. It was a hidden side to him, a hidden, lusting side. And now it was the only part of Natsume's personality that was active.

He had had enough, though. He stopped sucking on the fingers, stopped running his tongue along them to slick them with saliva and...bit them. Hard enough to hurt. He could hear Shuuichi hiss in pain and draw his fingers out of his mouth, and took that opportunity to speak.

"Sh-Shuuichi! P-Please..." He begged, his eyes shining with lust. Pure, uncensored lust. "More...please, Shuuichi-sama. "

His fingers shot out at the sudden pain, Shuuichi opening his eyes to examine the damage, soon finding that no blood had been drawn. He'd expected to be bitten from the beginning, but hadn't been aware of the sudden lustful words that reached his ears. Shuuichi blushed at the sound.

Shuuichi refused to take the organ from out of his mouth, a meal that he wasn't willing to give up, quite yet.

The paper began to reconfigure, covering Natsume's mouth once more and leaving Shuuichi with a new mind-set. He nodded, immediately stopping his hands from playing with the balls and moving to slip between the slit of his boxers and pull out his (much larger and throbbing) manhood.

It stood there in the air for a moment as Shuuichi's weight lifted off of Natsume's legs.

He moved like a spider, using his legs to carry his body carefully over to hold his cock over where he figured Natsume's mouth was. It had taken much concentration to make sure he didn't plunge the other's cock deep into his mouth while moving around. The ultimate control.

His lower body moved down, the head of his cock already emitting quite a large amount of seed from the tip touched the paper and began to dissolve it again.

Imagine, freedom to speak only to lose it once more... His cock twitched.

Once he was sure that he was entering correctly, he moved his moist hands and slid them underneath Natsume's lower back, searching for the crack that would lead his fingers to the asshole. He found it and soon blushed mumbling a warning through his mouthful before inserting his index finger soon joined the the middle and began to slowly scissor the teen's hole.

Shuuichi was a man to be admired for sure, because as he was preparing his friend: he was sucking and licking on the amount of cock he had in his mouth, taking in more as he went along; he was slowly lowering his cock down into the awaiting Natsume's mouth; and he was keeping Natsume's first experience as hot as he could with his now free hand which ran along Natsume's stomach and chest, pinching a nipple every so often.

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Perhaps this is the reason why he alone had been chosen to be cursed. Why the youkai went so far out of it's way just to damn Natsume into a sex and lust filled nightmare. Perhaps it was because he didn't have much of either. Perhaps the youkai saw Natsume as truly beautiful and wanted to curse him for having friends unlike it. Perhaps it cursed him for not using his beauty to gain the affection of many people, of having many lovers like it wanted to have.

Or perhaps it was just a damn pervert with a sick and twisted mind.

Natsume opened his mouth, face flushed redder than ever before as he felt the man's cock lower into the waiting, open moist cave. His eyes closed along with his mouth, the tongue licking at the head of the cock before he began to suck on it, moaning slightly as he did. Definitely something like a wet dream come true. That's how it felt. And if he was forced to endure this...he'd endure it whole-heartedly.

Wait! This isn't me! This is the curse! I-I have to Fight it! I have to break free from this somehow! I-I have to...I have to...

Natsume gasped as he felt the fingers slide into his hole, eyes popping open wide and surprised, feeling slight discomfort and pain. But he tried to ignore it and continued trying to concentrate on sucking off Shuuichi. This was what he wanted, after all.