Alejandra Rosicky: Ohohohoho, enjoy the secrets. They shall come to light soon enough. I'm glad that you liked the chapter. And I'm not really the 'interrupt the hot time' type of author. XD
Guest: Here it is...! After a month... I'm sorry...
Shin-kai Syndrome: The juicy part is yet to come, hohohoho. As the author I enjoy my readers' agony.
Akiyuzu-chan: It's funny, I've been told that in some of my other stories. And half the time I don't even mean to have cliffhangers. It just magically seems to move my fingertips on the keys.
Lolishoujo16: HAHAHAHAHAHA YES SUFFER! SUFFEEEEEEEEEEER!
Lulubell12345678: This is exactly 'soon' but here you go anyway, LOL.
NyxLied: I've pretty much planned out most of the sexy time for the next couple chapters (I don't even have the plot completely planned out but I've got the sexy time planned out XD), but don't worry! Your wishes (maybe) shall come true.
Natalie Edelstein: OMG YOUR FIC IS ALMOST READY IT HAS SINGING BUT NOT ONLY KARAOKE YOU'LL SEE SOON I PROMISE OMG. *wheeze wheeze*
Are you cereal: No, because I always remain nice and crisp with crunch. Thanks for your compliments :)
Haruko: I don't quite reveal a lot in this chapter, but... you learn one or two little things.
HannahBanana000: Allow this to sate your interests for now.
HikaryOtame: Thank you sooo much! I'm glad that you like my story! But I have to work on some grammar points...
I do not own Free! Iwatobi Swim Club or any of the characters in it.
So it's been a while and I understand that it is my fault. I've actually had this chapter done and laying around for the past week and I was like, "Ahh, I'll post it tomorrow." Somehow tomorrow turned into a week. My bad. Please enjoy this chapter with little bits of sexy time.
"Haa... haa... M-Mako..."
"Hmm...?"
Lazy green eyes, darkened with some kind of feral instinct, gazed up at him from his chest. Haruka could see the tip of the tongue poking out from between Makoto's lips, poised right over his...
"W-What are you doing? I told you to stop...!"
"I offered you a choice, Master Haruka," Makoto said, deliberately breathing a warm puff of air over the little perked nub, causing his master to shudder violently. "You rejected the other choice quite vehemently, so... that means that I can lick here, right?"
WRONG! Haruka's mind shrieked. Wrong wrong wrong! On so many levels, wrong!
Makoto took one of his own fingers into his mouth and sucked on it lightly to moisten it. As much as he tried, Haruka couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight. Would he suck on his nipple like that too? And on his... He flushed as he remembered Makoto's 'other choice'.
Sliding out the finger from his mouth with a soft and wet pop, Makoto used the moist tip of his finger to tease his left nipple, rubbing it slowly. Haruka gasped and bucked, his eyes clenched tightly shut.
Then he felt that accursed tongue on his right nipple and he had to clap a hand over his mouth to muffle the shriek bubbling up.
He already knew what Makoto's tongue felt like – he had felt it on his lips, his neck, his collarbone – but he had never reacted as strongly to it as he did now. As the tongue – feeling searing hot against his skin – played with his already abused nub, he felt his sanity slowly slipping away. The burning sensation came back at full force, a small amount of it on his cheeks and the rest traveling down lower into his trousers. He rolled back his head and groaned, wondering what else Makoto could do to make him hot like nothing else.
But nothing prepared him for Makoto's mouth, even hotter than his tongue, clasping over his nipple and ruthlessly sucking on it.
"HYA!" Haruka cried out before he could stop himself. "N-N-No, stop, Makoto...!" he tried to shove his head away but for some reason his hand instead entwined its fingers into Makoto's hair and pressed his head closer.
Makoto's mouth detached suddenly and Haruka shivered at the cool air on moist, sensitive skin. "... Is that an invitation, Master Haruka...?" he murmured, slow and seductive.
"I didn't mean to – " Haruka objected, only to be interrupted by his own wail as Makoto dove in for his opposite nipple that his fingers hadn't stopped playing with. "Ah! Aah!"
His abandoned right nub was tended to by Makoto's other hand. Haruka threw his head back, his hand still clutching at Makoto's hair, while the other clasped at the sheets, wrinkling them between his fingers.
"Ma – Mako – Ma – " he attempted to gasp out Makoto's name only to utter nonsense. He felt a trickle of drool slowly drip from the corner of his mouth and vaguely wondered just how much the maid who washed them would notice.
The burning had not reached its peak – Haruka couldn't believe it – as if there was something else needed to push him over the edge. Feeling this aroused was a first for Haruka, so really he didn't know what the push could possibly be.
His question was abruptly answered as Makoto suddenly bit down on his nipple simultaneously with pinching the other with the tips of his fingernails. "AAH!" Haruka gasped out, experiencing his first wave of orgasm. His body arched to the point of breaking, crying out Makoto's name as he came forcefully in spurts.
At last, his entire body relaxed and sank boneless into the sheets. Makoto raised himself up on his arms and gazed down at his master with an unfathomable look.
Sticky... was the first thought that came to Haruka's mind. It feels sticky down there... and slimy... it's feels disgusting.
"Are you alright, Master Haruka?" Makoto murmured, sounding slightly concerned. The blue-eyed teen gave a dazed nod. Besides the wetness between his legs, he felt a sort of pleasant buzz that was comfortable and left him satisfied. "That's good," Makoto pressed an affectionate kiss to his forehead. "You probably want a bath now, hm? I can wash you thoroughly..."
"Yeah..." Haruka muttered, still dazed. Then the implication of Makoto's words hit him like a cannonball. "No!"
"No?" Makoto quirked an eyebrow.
"No!" Haruka repeated firmly. They gazed into each other's eyes, one prodding and one unyielding. Finally, Makoto simply sighed and smiled.
"Very well. I'll let you wipe yourself down, Master Haruka. Doubtless, you need it," he said this with a glance down towards Haruka's covered nether regions and Haruka immediately crossed his legs. A moment later he regretted it as the sticky slimy feeling became worse. "I'll wash your clothes for you so please lay them out for me."
Flustered, Haruka stripped off all his clothes in record time, flinging them at Makoto before sprinting in the nude towards his private bathroom. He slammed the door shut behind him and took a deep shaky breath.
The pleasure, the pain, the two that intertwined into one... he had never experienced such a thing but he knew enough about sex to know that Makoto had barely scratched the surface of how many ways to violate him. Just thinking about it caused him to stiffen and again grow hard. Glaring balefully down at his telltale shaft, he took another deep breath and loosely fisted his hand around it.
Makoto, he thought, starting to move his hand. Makoto.
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The Nanase household had a large basement which contained many rooms. One room was the wine cellar, where Master Nanase stored all of his precious and beloved wines. Another was a storage room where most odds and ends ended up. Many of Haruka's childhood toys were stored here.
Yet another room was the washroom. It had a fountain in the corner which gave cold fresh water, which the servants used to wash clothing. Fortunately Haruka never came downstairs to the fountain otherwise they would have a hard time convincing him to leave. Makoto was diligently scrubbing his master's clothing, unable to help the smile, remembering of how cute his dear master had been minutes before.
The door behind him swung up and he did not bother turning. He could tell the footsteps were that of a woman, perhaps one of Mistress Nanase's personal maids. She knelt down next to him silently.
"... You aren't from here, are you?" Makoto said, still not looking up nor pausing in his work. The maid moved with too much caution. Her footsteps, while not hesitant, were silent through practice.
"The Lord has a message for you," the woman in a maid disguise murmured, pulling out a scroll from the folds of her clothes. "He hopes that you are well?"
"I'm fine here," Makoto pulled Haruka's shirt out of the water and snapped it smartly in the air to smoothen it. "What he wishes for will eventually come to pass. But I don't want to rush the process," he stood to hang the shirt on a nearby clothesline. Outside was too cold for the fabric to dry properly. Instead he would use the fireplace near the clothesline. "But I will fulfill the mission without fail."
The woman nodded. She left the scroll on the ground next to the fountain and rose to take her leave. Makoto completely ignored her and went on with his washing.
At last he knelt by the fire and struck a match to set it alight. The heat warmed him thoroughly and he dried his hands before reaching for the scroll. He unrolled it and read the message written upon it, his face ever expressionless.
Then with a quiet smile, he tossed the scroll into the fire and tended the coals until all the paper turned to ash.
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"I'm impressed, Young Master Haruka, your literary skills are commendable," remarked Amakata Miho, Haruka's personal home tutor. Amakata, while a noblewoman, was well known not only for her beauty but for her gifted intelligence. To both win favor and stay on good terms with certain families, she offered her tutoring services to many families across the board. The Nanase family was one family in which she had much favor.
"Mm," Haruka merely replied, not really paying attention. Amakata shuffled several papers around and laughed a little sheepishly.
"Though I wish your English skills could be a bit better..."
Again, Haruka only grunted, a bit irately. There was a soft, familiar knock on the door and Amakata did not miss the way her pupil's bright eyes became unusually brighter. "Enter."
Makoto came in, bearing tea and tea snacks on a wheeling cart. "My apologies for interrupting your study session; however it is teatime," he pushed the cart up next to them and delicious smells wafted out. "Today's recipe is traditional Japanese green tea, served with blueberry scones and petit fours. Lady Amakata, please allow me to pour you your tea."
"Thank you very much, Makoto-kun," Amakata said with her soft smile. "We were in the middle of our Japanese literature lesson. The Young Master is quite proficient in all subjects – although his English is still a little..."
"Amakata-sensei," Haruka said warningly. Amakata, who was only teasing, giggled.
Makoto took a look over Haruka's shoulder, his green eyes interested in the words on the page. "'Yononaka wo ushi to yasashi to omohe domo tobitachi kanetsu tori ni shi arane ba'. 'I feel the life is sorrowful and unbearable though I can't flee away for I am not a bird.' Isn't this a choka by Yamanoue no Okura from the Edo period?" he paused as he realized both Haruka and Amakata were staring at him. "Have I done something wrong?"
"Not at all. You're absolutely right," the woman tutor said, amazed. "I'm just quite surprised. I've never meant a slave who could read or so well-versed in history. Can you write and do mathematics?"
"A little," Makoto said truthfully. "Slaves can also be told to read and write by their masters if it is deemed fit. My previous master was quite lenient with me," a small smile crept over his face at the unseen memory and Haruka felt a sudden stab of anger go through his heart. What was with that expression? Had Makoto's previous master been Rin after all? Though it had been almost a week, the blue-eyed teen was still steaming from Rin's previous demand.
"Give Makoto to me."
"Never," he said aloud, causing both his servant and his tutor to stare at him quizzically.
"Young Master?"
"Master Haruka?"
Haruka pouted and turned his face away. "It's nothing!"
Makoto chuckled lightly. While Amakata busied herself with sipping her tea and delicately plucking little bites out of her scone, Makoto picked up the nearby pencil and scribbled something down on the page.
"Well then, I shall take my leave. Please study well," Makoto said lightly, putting down the pencil and discreetly patting Haruka's hand. Amakata barely looked up from her tea. The moment Makoto was gone, Haruka glanced down at his paper. The script was written with a practiced hand.
I will never leave you.
Flushing furiously, Haruka crumpled up the paper. Amakata finally looked up.
"Young Master?" she asked after swallowing the last of her scone. "Is there something wrong?"
"No," Haruka muttered. He reached for the tea and poured himself a cup. His teacher went on to eat a delicately frosted petite four.
While she was distracted with the sugary sweet, Haruka took the crumpled paper and pocketed it.
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It was rare when the entire Nanase family came together to eat dinner. Haruka felt uncomfortable in his parents' presence as he picked at his seasoned vegetables and broiled mackerel. He glanced at his mother, who many said he deeply resembled. The only thing he had in common with his father was his stoicism and, some said, his voice. Even the attending servants seemed uncomfortable from the atmosphere. He wished that Makoto were in the room with him.
"Haruka," Mistress Nanase addressed her son. "Your father and I have decided to host a party for our competitors and business partners for your sake."
"My sake?" Haruka asked, without even looking up from his plate. "What do your business partners have to do with me?"
"You're already seventeen. You're old enough to start helping out with the business," this time it was his father who spoke. "You constantly avoid going to parties and we've spoiled you by letting you leave early. But if you are to be my successor then you need to be acquainted with the people you are going to work with."
"Indeed. You should also acquaint yourself with the ladies of the court," Mistress Nanase added. Her blue eyes, identical to her son's, were stern. "You're old enough to marry soon as well. It's about time you find a suitable partner to carry on the Nanase name."
"I don't want to get married," Haruka's trademark pout surfaced. "I don't care for it."
"Neither did your father nor I," was the dismissive reply. "But we did anyway."
Haruka rolled his eyes. What parents spoke of their clearly loveless marriage in front of their child? The one thing his parents had in common was their desire for perfect results. Having to pull their son out of school for poor behavior left quite a dent in their pride.
They did not speak further until the end of the meal. "One more thing," his father added as Haruka rose from his seat, "have a new suit tailored for yourself and Makoto for the party."
"For Makoto?" the young master asked, clearly confused.
"He will also be attending the party. No questions."
"But why – "
"Haruka," Mistress Nanase warned him. "Your father said no questions. You are dismissed."
"Oh, and tell him to remove his earring for the night as well."
Scowling, Haruka threw down his napkin and stormed out of the dining room. His parents silently watched him go. As his irate footsteps faded away, Mistress Nanase seated herself next to her husband and sighed.
"Such a troublesome temper," she said loftily. A butler came to uncork a bottle of wine and pour two glasses. "I wonder where he got that from."
"It was from you, wasn't it?" Master Nanase easily replied. He took a glass of the dark red liquid and passed it to her. "A toast to our future endeavors...?"
The Mistress gave him a rare half-smile which made her resemble her son even more. "I suppose one couldn't hurt," she said softly. They clinked their drinks together and drank, perfectly aware of a pair of green eyes watching them from afar.
"Do you have something to say... Makoto-kun?"
Makoto softly pushed open the door and smiled lightly, disarmingly. "Am I to attend the party as Master Haruka's manservant?"
"If you already know, then you shouldn't ask," was the cold reply. Master Nanase waved his hand dismissively and the servants in the room, hesitant and curious, obediently left the room. As soon as they were gone – clearly gone as some of the older maids liked a good juicy gossip – Master Nanase stood up to take another wineglass off the shelf. Mistress Nanase gestured for Makoto to take a seat with them while the Master poured him a glass.
"You know your mission for the party, I presume," Mistress Nanase gazed at him through dangerous half-lidded eyes. Makoto gave a quiet chuckle.
"I do indeed," he took the wine and moved the glass so that the wine smoothly swirled around. "Please do not worry. It is something I am very used to doing."
"We will leave it to you, then," Master Nanase sipped elegantly at his drink. "If you fail, then..."
"Yes yes, I know," Makoto said, sounding condescending without meaning to. "If I fail... then Master Haruka will be placed in danger, right?"
Silence was his answer. Ignoring the look on his employers' faces, he laughed to himself. "Please do not worry," his eyes, normally cordial, were dark and smoldering. "Unlike you. I dislike placing him in outright danger."
Again, silence was his answer. Makoto tipped the wine down his throat in a single swallow and gently placed down the glass. "Thank you very much for the wine. Good night, Master and Mistress."
Makoto exited towards Haruka's room and Master and Mistress Nanase sat staring at the empty glass.
"It's too late," murmured Mistress Nanase. "We can't go back anymore."
"That boy never gave us a choice to go back from the start," Master Nanase pinched the bridge of his nose. "Now that he's under our roof, he has complete control over our actions."
Mistress Nanase's hard eyes momentarily softened from worry. "Do you think he meant it when he said he wouldn't put Haruka in any danger?"
Master Nanase gave a tired sigh and ran his hand through his hair. "God knows I hope so," he muttered, his voice thick with concern for his only child.
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"I'm a bit nervous of having to attend such a prestigious party organized by the Master and Mistress, Master Haruka," Makoto remarked, examining the specially tailored suit that he was to wear. "I suppose Master Haruka is already used to events like these?"
"Not really," his master replied, tucking his white silk dress shirt into his black dress trousers. "I have never been a particular fan of large gatherings with fake flattery."
"How negative..." Makoto sweat-dropped. "Well, I suppose I must dress as well..."
Haruka stilled his hands for a moment as he realized that Makoto would soon be stripping off his clothes. Swallowing at the thought of a toned body and rippling muscles, he turned his head very slightly to see out of the corner of his eye.
"Please excuse me, Master Haruka. I will be borrowing your bathroom."
If Haruka was not such a stoic person, he would have fallen over. Instead he watched with disappointed eyes as Makoto retreated towards the bathroom. The door clicked shut and he heard the unmistakable sound of the lock being slid into place.
I'm not disappointed, Haruka thought sulkily, clearly disappointed. He pulled on his black tailcoat and tied his white bowtie, normally steady fingers fumbling slightly because his mind was still fixed on Makoto in the bathroom.
"Master Haruka, I am coming out."
Haruka quickly turned his face towards his full-body mirror. "Hurry up. The party will start soon."
"Yes, Master Haruka," Makoto pushed open the door and Haruka felt his throat go dry. Makoto looked wonderful in cashmere.
The suit itself was not too different from his own, only the color was more of a dark gray than black. The material hugged Makoto's body perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and well-proportioned limbs. His silver earring signifying his lowly status was gone, leaving his ear looking surprisingly lonely. As usual he wore his gloves, this time a pearly white rather than pearly gray. He too was fumbling to tie his bowtie.
"It's easier to tie them for other people," Makoto laughed as his fingers slipped for the third time. Haruka rolled his eyes and stepped closer to do it himself.
Yet again, he later had to scold himself for such a terrible idea.
Focused on tying the bowtie, he did not notice Makoto's hands until they were resting on his toned waist. Stiffening under the touch, he felt his servant slowly slid his hands around to his back so that his hands could fold together just above his rear and lock his master in place.
"Makoto," he said warningly.
"Yes, Master Haruka?" was the lazy reply. Flushing furiously, Haruka tried to ignore the burn he felt building up in his stomach and hastily pulled on the bowtie so that the loops were even.
"Done," he said, using his now freed hands to lightly push at Makoto's chest. "We'd better get going – "
"I'd like to stay like this a little longer," Makoto tightened his grip and pulled his master flush against his body. Unable to stop the soft gasp which bubbled up, Haruka tried his hardest to pull away before his strength gave out on him completely.
Haruka was a good half-a-head shorter than Makoto, so his nose was nearly smothered by the fabric on Makoto's shoulder. That, he tried to tell himself, was the only reason why it was so damn hard to breathe. His hands were uselessly squashed between their bodies and made it difficult to push the larger teen away.
To his utmost horror, he felt himself growing more and more aroused. And he was pretty damn sure that Makoto could feel it too. There was a breathy chuckle somewhere a little above his ear.
Suddenly, Makoto whirled Haruka around to face the full-body mirror and pointed. "Master Haruka, take a look at yourself. I'm sure you could charm anyone you'd want at this party..."
Reluctantly, Haruka turned to face the mirror and he shuddered at his reflection.
His cheeks were practically painted scarlet while his eyes were teary, making them glisten brighter than normal. His lips were red too from being worried between his teeth. Makoto hadn't even done anything; how had he already ended up like this? In the mirror, he looked at Makoto behind him and had to hold back a gasp. His servant was standing directly behind him, hand clasped on his shoulders, green eyes gazing just as intensely at the Haruka in the mirror.
Then he watched as Makoto's eyes slowly traveled down the length of his body and stopped at the obvious bulge in his pants. "Ah..." he clicked his tongue lightly. "That's no good, Master Haruka. Try to bear with it for now."
"Wha – " Haruka managed to stutter out, embarrassed. It wasn't that he expected Makoto to help him or anything...
"Please, do not worry, Master Haruka," Makoto's lips were on his ear, kissing it very sweetly and chastely. Even though it was chaste, his master gave a quiet whimper and the bulge grew bigger. "After the party is over, we can take our time getting you out of that suit," he nipped a little at the cartilage and Haruka's hands shot up to cover his mouth. "And massage out all of your stress..."
Haruka's knees buckled and he would have fallen had Makoto not been there to catch him.
"Oops," the brunette chuckled. "Careful now, Master Haruka."
Haruka barely managed to stand and Makoto let go. Without his touch, Haruka felt strangely cold. "M-Mako – "
"The party is going to start soon, Master Haruka," gone was the lusty desire and huskiness from his voice. Now he was all bright smiles and cheerful attitude. "Well, shall we go, Master Haruka?"
He held the door open for his master, who managed to pull himself together enough to stand up straight. After a brief pause, he took several deep calming breaths and relaxed his body. Glancing down, he was relieved to see his erection waning.
"You have amazing self-control, Master Haruka. I'm impressed."
Scowling because of the teasing lilt in Makoto's voice, Haruka merely replied with a huffy sigh and strode past him as if nothing had transpired between them.
"I look forward to our after party, Master Haruka."
"Just shut up, Makoto."
A lot of the time I feel like Makoto would be the teasing type. He hates to hurt Haruka, sure, but I think that he has a bit of a mischievous side and would tease the hell out of him while Haruka's stoic demeanor becomes completely undone under his fingertips.