CHAPTER 6

A/N: So far I have been writing in Misaki's POV, so I thought I'll try something different this time and explore the inner thoughts of Sumi instead for the first part of the chapter.

Ah, also, this fic is rated 'M' for a reason, so if you are uncomfortable with descriptive boy on boy action, please skip this chapter, since it gets really dirty from here on.

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SUMI's POV

My name is Sumi Keiichi, a student at M University majoring in Economics. My father is an established writer, and growing up surrounded by books, I was led to spend most of my childhood years reading various literature works, be it fiction or non fiction. Actually, I don't really like writers. I feel that the painted lies they've conjured up in their heads called 'stories' are forced upon readers, and I still feel that they are worthless. But when I read Akihiko Usami's debut work, I cried. It was irritating, because of that one book, and others that Usami sensei wrote, all my principles have been destroyed. Unknowingly, I have fallen for the author who have messed up my belief and emotions.

My turning point in life came when I met Misaki Takahashi, a fellow student at the same University I'm attending. At first glance, there was nothing special about the slim, short and ordinary looking brunette. He piped my interest when he arrived at the opening ceremony in a flashy foreign sports car, driven by none other than the object of my admiration. What was the relationship between the two? Were they relatives? I had to know. The other students avoided Misaki, and it was easy to get close to him, especially when he created the opportunity himself by tripping and falling in one of the classes we shared.

I have never met any other my age that has such open expressions, looking straight into my eyes with complete honesty. As I got to know Misaki better, I could see that in the depths of that trusting nature, was someone who has experienced hardships in life. Although we spoke of various topics, somehow it will come back to the author he is staying with. His description of Usami sensei's habits, behavior and actions were like an oasis to quench my thirst of curiosity. I knew Misaki was also in love with the novelist, and this made me irritated. From how Usami sensei drove Misaki to and back from the University, it was obvious that the writer called about Misaki too. I just wasn't sure if it was love, or affection.

My doubts about their relationship were cleared, when I chanced upon them having sex in the familiar sports car in a deserted carpark. Even though it was night, and in a dark place where people will rarely come to, it was still…bold of them. I was frozen in place, captivated by the thrusting motions of the taller author as his body covered the brunette. A beam of moonlight highlighted the two lovers as the clouds parted, and I caught a glimpse of the ecstatic, lewd expression on Misaki's face in the throes of passion. Now, I wasn't a stranger to sex, or gay sex, but somehow, the look on Misaki's face made me felt something I've never felt before. That trusting, naïve brunette, who seems more like a child then a college student at times, was having public sex with a famous author, with a lustful appearance. The contrast between what I know, and the reality before me caused complicated emotions to surge in me. Why aren't my eyes drawn to the author whom I have always admired? Why am I so interested in Misaki's expressions? As my mind churned in confusion, one thought stood out among the rest clearly. I want to see that lewd look on Misaki's face again, and I want to be the one to make him look like that, as he writhes in pleasure. My hands clenched as I watched the pair climaxed, and with the show over, I left for home, scheming on how to achieve my latest goal.

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Back to MISAKI's POV

"Please…wait…ah…back to the house…Nn…" It was the usual routine, with Usagi san picking me up from University after my classes ended. However, the novelist have been locked in his home office for the past three days rushing to meet a deadline, and it seemed that the days with abstinence towards sex has made him snapped and becoming a hungry beast.

"I won't wait. I want every minute and second with you to the point that I want to hold you forever."

"You are really…" I struggled futilely.

"It has to be now." Arms tightened around me.

"Saying such childish things again! Even though you are the adult…"

"I will say anything to embrace you. I love you, Misaki."

"Idiot, that's cheating…"

"If you make such an adorable face, the more I can't stop now."

The award winning author really deserves his popularity…he has such a way with words, that always makes my heart beat faster, and even managed to make me forget (or ignore) that we are in public. My hands tangled in Usagi san's hair as I kissed him passionately. A string of saliva lingered between our parting lips as I panted.

"Just as I thought, your kiss relays better than your words. I understand, I have accepted your emotions."

"Oi, wait, don't you decode it anyway you like!"

"I won't believe you even if you say you have no intention of doing it when your tongue is so seducing…"

"Like I said it, it is because…you are…"

"What did I do? You want to say my kiss was too good?"

"No one said that!"

"I shall confirm that…"

"Usagi san…" I gasped out in pleasure as he gave a particularly hard suck on my tongue.

"You feel it, don't you? Your body is sweating…this part is also reacting." Hands lightly touched my raising member."

"It's because…I couldn't resist it…"

"That means you will acknowledge that my kiss is the best."

"…I won't deny that…"

"Then, this part as well…"

When did he take off my pants? Ah!…the ero-novelist has such skillful hands, he's making me crazy with his fondling.

"I shouldn't neglect this other side as well. I want to enter you as soon as possible. You also want me so much that you can't wait anymore, right? I can't be wrong since my fingers can enter so easily now." He wet his fingers with his mouth thoroughly, and proceeded to slide them into my rear. No matter how many times he has done this, I still feel embarrassed every time.

"Wait…even if you said that…you can't enter so quickly…"

"Come on, widen your legs more. If I do it this way, I can see your expression more clearly when you feel it." Waaaaah! It is not necessarily to open my legs so wide! But…why do I feel more excited than usual? Is it due to the thrill of being discovered while we make love in his car, parked at a deserted carpark? This devouring lust…I never knew such intense desire lay dormant inside me.

"…Enter me…now…" I begged shamelessly, face flushed as my hole twitched impatiently. He didn't disappoint, as he entered in one swift thrust.

"Ah!"

"Can you feel it? It has gone in completely. Amazing, your insides are so hot that I'm melting..."

"Ah…Usagi sa…"

"I'm going to move more…strongly. I know. Even if you don't squeeze me so tightly, I'll make you feel good. You have such a wonderfully sensitive body."

"…Usagi san…that spot…ah!"

"Your expression when you feeling it is…most delicious. This part also looks like it's going to erupt."

"If you do it…so strongly…I will…"

"It's okay to cum, I'm going to too…let's cum together…"

"Usagi san…"

"Misaki…"

"Nn…ah…Aaaah!" Two voices shouted out their release simultaneously.

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THE NEXT MORNING…

"Good morning! I've made breakfast! There's miso soup, fried eggs and…ah, I made it Japanese style, is that all right with you?" I greeted the grumpy novelist cheerfully, being in a particularly good mood this morning.

"…"

"Usagi san? What's the matter?" I gave him a puzzled look, as he seemed to be contemplating something deep.

"What's the matter you say? Putting on such an energetic face…and looking so cute in an apron, Misaki, are you wearing something like that to seduce me?"

…WHAT?

"I mean, you still have the energy to be up so early cooking breakfast? If I'd have known, I wouldn't held back so much last night. Well, this works out great. Yesterday wasn't enough to satisfy me either."

"Waaaah! I'm so sorry! Please have mercy, Usagi sama!"

Both of us went back to bed once again, and I nearly passed out this time from the number of times he tried to 'satisfy' me. Nii chan…I never thought of myself as unfit, but I seriously think I need more stamina in order to survive being Usagi san's lover! The only lucky thing is that it's a weekend and I have no classes. Hmm, my cellphone is blinking - there's a message from Sumi senpai.

From: Sumi Keiichi

Subject: Drinks tonight

Misaki, would you like to join me for drinks tonight? It's my birthday, actually.

Oh! I didn't know that it's Sumi senpai's birthday today! Of course I will celebrate his birthday with him! If I had known earlier I would have prepared a present, but it's too late now. Actually, tonight is a good time to meet up with senpai, since Usagi san has to attend this commemorative party thing sponsored by Marukawa bookstores, one of the largest chains of bookstores in Tokyo. He was invited to give a short speech, and though he refused initially, his tenacious editor, Aikawa san, dragged him off with the help of Isaka san, the editor's boss and Usagi san's childhood friend. It helped that the perverted author was in a particularly good mood after the 24-hour sex-marathon we had.

I was also invited to attend the party but I declined, since my body was totally worn out and I wasn't in the mood to mingle with large crowds of strangers. However, since Sumi senpai's birthday is a special occasion, I certainly have to gather strength in my legs to attend the celebration of my good (and only) University friend. Leaving a note behind to let Usagi san know where I am going in case he is back home before me and gets all panicky, I headed towards Sumi senpai's house where the birthday celebration was held. I'm so excited! This is the first time in a long while that I have been invited to a celebration by a friend! I wonder who else is attending the birthday party?

Sumi senpai's house was in a popular residential district, well known for its traditional Japanese architecture and generous open space between each house in the neighborhood, giving a sense of privacy that is rare in densely inhabited city like Tokyo. I was greeted by a smiling Sumi senpai, who lead me through a maze of corridors and finally into a spacious tatami carpeted room. To my surprise, though there were drinks and food on the table, we were the only persons there.

"Sumi senpai? Where are the rest of your friends?"

"They couldn't make it, I'm glad you could though, otherwise I would be spending my birthday all by my lonesome self."

"Oh! I almost forgot, Happy Birthday senpai! Sorry I didn't prepare a present for you."

"No worries, your presence here is the best present I could ever receive." Again, Sumi senpai smiled at me, though there was a glint of something I couldn't describe in his eyes. Was he angry that his other friends couldn't attend his birthday party? An embarrassing growling coming from my stomach interrupted my internal musing.

"You must be hungry, let's eat! And feel free to help yourself to the drinks, they are foreign imported beer that are sold only in exclusive stores."

"Wow! That's cool! Hmm hmm, the food tastes great too!" We finished up eating and started drinking leisurely. It was nice to spend time with a friend relaxing with beer and chatting about nothing in particular. Sometime in the middle of our conversation, I turned off my cellphone upon senpai's suggestion. I complied easily, since I was feeling a little guilty about not giving a birthday present to Sumi senpai, especially now that he had all this delicious food and drinks prepared for me.

"Senpai, what would you like for a present? I feel bad not giving you anything, can I buy a make up birthday gift for you later?"

The birthday boy gave me a strangely satisfied, yet passionate look. I fidgeted in discomfort. As the silence grew between us, I felt a strange something surging through my body. Is it the beer? This is not the first time I have tasted alcoholic drinks, so why am I feeling like…like I'm drunk? No, no, this is not the feeling of being drunk, it's something else…something strange. What am I feeling? It's getting so hot, as my thoughts blurred.

"Sumi senpai? …what…what is happening to me? I feel…strange…"

"Good…it's time."

"Huh…time? What…?"

"Time to receive my birthday present. Didn't you say you wanted to give me something?"

"Ah…yes…yes I did…but what do you mean? I…I don't understand…" My body temperature rose further, as my urge to do something grew. My skin is itching, and the comfortable clothes I was wearing suddenly felt constricting. It's irritating me. Argh! I'll just take them off!

(A/N: I was going to stop this chapter here, but I felt that it would be too mean so…I shall continue, my dear readers. Warning: Non con here, as Misaki is obviously drugged)

"Sorry, Sumi senpai, I just feel so hot!" I apologized, struggling to remove my clothes. I seemed to have developed a 'butter-fingers' syndrome as they slipped off the buttons that I was trying to unbutton from my shirt. I ripped off my shirt impatiently, ignoring the buttons that I had so much trouble with.

"There! It's finally off!" A giggle erupted out of my uncontrollably. Somehow, everything was so funny to me at that moment.

"Good work, Misaki." Sumi senpai was sitting so close to me, I smell the fresh detergent of his freshly laundered clothes. Hmm…lemon scented…nice…

"I can do better, Senpai!" I really like being praised! The cool air hitting my bare chest was nice, but my pants were getting tight for some reason. I know! I will get them off too! Unbuckling my pants, I wriggled and finally managed to get them off. Looking down at the remaining clothing article on my body, I could see that my boxers were tented in front. Oh! Am I having an erection? How strange…

"You look uncomfortable, Misaki. Why don't you just do what feels good to you? I don't mind at all." Sumi senpai is so nice, so encouraging! Hmm…what would make me feel good though? I don't quite understand…and my mind is getting foggy. I lay down on my back and stared at the ceiling in puzzlement.

"What's wrong, Misaki? Maybe…I should help you feel better…" Sumi senpai's face loomed above me blocking out the lighting from the ceiling. His hands felt nice and cool against my burning, bare chest. Ah…that feels good…

"You have such a lewd, sensitive body... your nipples are hardened…I love how pink and perk it gets when I rub against them."

"Ah…ah…senpai…"

"They taste as good as I've imagined them to be…" A warm, wet tongue lapped hungrily, making me feel even hotter.

"Nn! Nn…more…" Does that lustful voice crying out belong to me? It's so…weird…

"I'll give you more, so much more than that lover of yours can give you."

Lover? …who is he talking about? Oh…something niggled at the back of my mind but it kept slipping off in the haze I'm experiencing now. All this licking and touching is making me crazy!

"Ah! There…touch me there…" My cock's wept for attention, yet I couldn't seem to gather enough strength to touch it myself. The last piece of clothing on my body was removed, and I grunted in satisfaction as Sumi senpai finally paid attention to that part.

"Does my tongue feel good?" Wet slurping echoed in the room.

"Good…so good…" Fingers fondled my balls, as the tip of my member was sucked.

"Ah! Ah…ah…cuming…"

"And there it is, that lewd look I've wanted to see on your face ever since I saw that lustful side of you…"

What…what is he talking about? Ah! My body arched as I released white spurts out into that skillful mouth. I fell in a slump back onto the tatami mats…really relaxed, a white haze clouding my mind.

"Don't be so satisfied yet, things are just getting heated up." The sound of clothes rustling could be heard, and I turned my head to see Sumi senpai undressing. Oh…I didn't know senpai had such a well-chiseled set of pecs. Nice…really, nice…I licked my lips, feeling strangely hungry as my body tensed up, temperature rising once again. Senpai smirked and leaned down on me, grinding our members hard.

"I can't wait to break that naïve, trusting nature of yours, when I take you completely and make you mine. You don't even know that you are drugged now, submitting that delectable body to me docilely. I will train your body to respond only to me, you will belong to me and nobody else!"

Suddenly, the door to our room crashed opened, and I turned my blurred eyes towards the person stomping in.

"You bastard…I'm going to kill you!" An enraged roar followed by fists, as the two tumbled around the room in a fight. Ah…my head hurts…why are they fighting?

"…Usagi san? What's happening? I…feel strange…" Suddenly, I felt nauseous and really sick. Through the fog descending not only upon my mind but also my sight, I saw Usagi san giving a final hard kick at the fallen, unmoving figure before approaching me.

"Misaki, oh my beloved…sorry…so sorry…" I was embraced tightly as he buried his face into my hair. I breathed in Usagi san's familiar, comforting scent as I drifted in and out of consciousness. Vaguely, I knew that I was dressed and placed gently into an enclosed space that smelled like Usagi san's sports car. I kept hearing a soft mumbling…someone apologizing over and over again, while reassuring me that I'm safe now. My body still felt hot, and I begged for relief.

"Nn…Usagi san, please…feel so hot…I need…" Wriggling in discomfort, I tugged at my shirt.

"Please endure just a little longer, once we reach home I will make you feel better."

Okay, Usagi san…for you, I will wait…a little…but please, please…hurry…

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A/N: This chapter just kind of wrote itself, as I was distracted with some BL drama cd sounding through my headphones. Maybe I was possessed or something. Anyway, please don't hate me, blame Sumi senpai for the non-con thing…he was standing over my shoulder and urging me on, that devil!

Somehow, Misaki makes me feel like torturing him…he makes such a good little 'm'…I could just visualize his crying face as he gets bullied…so delicious…ok ok, I admit I'm just a little sadistic. Hehehe…