Guest: Don't well all want an innocent Haruka and seductive Makoto in our rooms? Or even better, both.

Anonymous: The mysteries will only continue from here on out~ Please read patiently with your hands either waving in the air from excitement or in your lap to prevent your panties from getting in a bunch. Thank you for reading this fanfic~ Have a nice day~

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Abiding Angel: I'm glad that you stopped by to read too! Mwahahaha, you all are free to speculate until your minds blow out. This fanfic isn't as mind-fucking as, say, Pandora Hearts or Inception, but I do my best. Have fun!

Akiyuzu-chan: Here is the more that you asked for! A little off schedule but I tried! T_T

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I do not own Free! Iwatobi Swim Club or any of the characters in it.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA YEAH. So that promise to have another chapter out by the end of Spring Break? Nope. Fail. Super fail. I'm sorry.

When Makoto came back, oils in hand, he saw Haruka standing nervously by the window, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He had only gotten the tailcoat off, which was lying neatly folded on the window seat.

"Oh, Master Haruka? How unusual. Normally you strip yourself in record time for a bath," his servant commented lightly. The oils were placed down on the bedside table. "Shall I help you?"

"N-No need," Haruka hated how his voice was trembling. "I'll do it myself."

He fumbled with the top button before managing to shakily unbutton it. His exposed skin felt hot and only got hotter as he glanced up and realized that Makoto was staring.

"Don't look!" he snapped, whirling around so that his back was to his servant. He heard a soft chuckle behind him. Ignoring it, he continued to undo his buttons one by one. All the while, little prickles of electricity seemed to run up and down his spine.

What... he wondered, putting his head up to look out the window. What is that feeling...

The light was off and the door was locked to discourage late night visitors. The only light came from the open window where the moon and stars graced them with light. Faintly, oh so faintly, could Haruka see the reflection of green eyes in the window.

He's... staring at me... Haruka felt his heart begin to thump wildly. Although he was still clothed he felt exposed. It's like... he's the one undressing me...

Shuddering hotly at the thought, Haruka reluctantly stripped off his shirt, unknowingly giving Makoto quite a show with his shyness. Unheard by him, Makoto quietly gulped at the slowly revealed pale skin, made ethereal by the moonlight. He had seen his master naked plenty of times before, but this hesitant manner of removing the clothes made him feel particularly sinful tonight.

"Master Haruka," he murmured, letting his voice go deep. "You are beautiful."

Ethereal skin turned rosy pink. Haruka didn't turn around but his movements became jerkier, more nervous than before. He fumbled with his trousers for far too long before finally yanking them down, alone with his fundoshi. Even so he still refused to turn around. "Master Haruka?" Makoto asked softly. "Why won't you face me?"

Haruka could still feel the little prickles of Makoto's stare running up and down his naked form. "I don't want to," he managed to say despite his dry mouth. His head was bowed, staring down at the engorged cock which stared back up at him. Blood pounded in his ears.

He failed to notice Makoto coming up from behind until he felt hands on his hips slowly turning him around.

"Ahh," Makoto stared unabashedly at his master's erection. "So that's the problem," he smiled understandingly. Haruka weakly tried to push him away but he stood no chance against Makoto's solid body of muscles. "Don't worry, Master Haruka," Makoto lifted a finger to his mouth to wet with saliva. "I can take care of that easily."

"Wha – " Haruka sucked in a breath and latched on to Makoto's shirt as he felt a single finger, moist and warm, lightly rub the head of his cock. "Mm!" he gave a closed mouth whimper and buried his face into Makoto's shoulder. The finger traced down his length, teasingly going lower to just trace the outline of his tightening balls.

"What's the matter, Master Haruka?" Makoto purred into his ear. Haruka could only whimper and clutch at his servant tighter. He felt Makoto's head move off at an angle before a wet kiss was pressed on the side of his neck.

"Ah!" he gasped out, knees giving away. Makoto caught him around the middle, green eyes drinking in the hazy expression on his master's face.

"I suppose that was a bit too much for now," Makoto lightly clicked his tongue. "Here, Master Haruka. Lay down on the bed."

Too stimulated to protest, Haruka felt himself being laid out on his mattress and downy covers. Hands that felt far too good slid down on his hips. "M-Makoto..."

"Please turn over, Master Haruka," Makoto requested. Without even thinking, Haruka obeyed.

"Unh!" he quietly moaned as he felt his cock being pressed against the sheets. He tried to lift himself up on to his knees, as the very least, to avoid the wild desire to rub himself off on his own bed. Makoto's hands forced him back down.

"No, Master Haruka," Makoto slid his calloused fingers down the curve of Haruka's back, making him spasm. "For a proper massage, you need to hold still."

How can I?! Haruka thought desperately. He shakily reached out to grab a pillow to bury his face in. Stupid Makoto!

He felt Makoto shift over him, and felt the bed dip slightly on either side of his legs – Makoto had placed a knee on either side of him, effectively trapping him from escaping.

He felt far too vulnerable like this, being completely naked and looked down upon by Makoto, who was currently reaching for a bottle of oil. A heavy scent of herbs wafted through the room as he opened it.

He jerked as the oil, too cold for his liking, was dribbled on to his back. "I thought you said you went to warm it!"

"I did, Master Haruka," Makoto capped the bottle and put it aside. "Perhaps I didn't do it well..." he tone turned devilish. "Or perhaps you took a little too long undressing, hm?"

"S-Shut –unh," Haruka's tongue turned to mush as Makoto slowly began to rub his oil-covered hands up and down his back. "W-Wait..." he rasped out, his words muffled as he pushed his face deeper into the pillow.

"Are you sure? You're quite tense, Master Haruka," Makoto said lightly, digging his palms and fingers in with a little more force. "You need to loosen up these muscles quite a bit."

Haruka arched as Makoto's hands glided to the small of his back, working magic with teasing fingers and pleasant pressure. "Nngh..." he bit down on to the pillow to muffle his voice. "Mmm..."

Makoto kneaded the tense muscles one by one, watched as his master became more and more undone. "How do you feel, Master Haruka?" he slid his hands further down. He felt his master's ass flinch under his slick palms.

"Y-You don't have to massage there..."

"I suppose not," Haruka could feel Makoto smirking. "But this oil is of a particular brand. It has a special infusion of herbs and minerals which is good for the skin and increases its softness and sheen. A light coating over all of the body is recommended," he gave an extra hard rub and Haruka gasped into the pillow. "And I do mean all over."

"W-What are you – ah!"

Taking a firm cheek in each hand, Makoto spread them open and smiled as he felt Haruka tremble. "Just relax, Master Haruka. Just relax."

"I-I can't – " his whine trailed off to a groan as Makoto once more uncapped the bottle and poured a thin stream of it directly into the crack of his ass. It dribbled obscenely downwards and he felt it slid over his hole.

C-Cold... it feels like it might drip in...

"All that is left is your legs, Master Haruka," Makoto was saying while Haruka writhed. "Then I can flip you over and do the other side."

Huh? "T-The other side?"

"Hm? Didn't I say that it was a full body massage?"

Haruka merely gave a shuddering sigh and buried his face back into the pillow.

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"Rei-chan, could you pour me a cup of tea?"

"Certainly, Young Master Nagisa."

"You can just call me Nagisa..."

"That is very inappropriate, Nagisa-sama."

"Well at least you've dropped the 'young master'..."

In a bedroom that was surprisingly pink and frilly with lots of lace, Nagisa laid belly-up on a very fluffy looking bed. His sleeping yukata, at least, was black but also had pink cherry blossom imprints on it.

A tall and handsome young man was standing next to Nagisa's desk, which was thankfully a normal color of brown. He had short blue hair and rather flamboyant looking red-rimmed glasses, unusual for a servant.

"C'mon, just try it," Nagisa wheedled, rolling over on his stomach. "Just Nagisa. Na-gi-sa."

His servant named Rei rolled his eyes. "As your servant I am unable to call you by such familiar standards. While I have no right in telling you what to do, please give up on that idea."

"Just once. Please?"

"... Nagisa... kun..."

His little master sighed. "Well, that's a start."

Rei coughed. "I am never doing that again."

"Aww, Rei-chan! You can just call me that when we're alone! After all, you're not just a servant, you're a noble too."

"Ex-noble. And despite my former status, my current status is the one to be preoccupied about. Please refrain yourself from doing things that are not necessary nor wanted."

"So mean, Rei-chan. Even though we've become such good friends!"

"We are master and servant. Though admittedly I am also supposed to be your private tutor as well," Rei poured tea from a china teapot into a matching china teacup with a rose design. "Now please sit up. The tea is ready."

"Waah! Thanks, Rei-chan!" Nagisa sat up to eagerly receive it. "It smells so good!"

"Of course! The temperature of the water, the amount of tea leaves, the timing of the steeping, everything was perfectly calculated to ensure that the utmost taste will be brought out!"

"Rei-chan, that's great and all, but life isn't all calculations and boring math, you know. There's also good food, fun events, cute girls..." as he spoke he placed the teacup and saucer on the bed, watching as it made a little dimple on the sheets with its weight.

"And all of those things can be obtained through precise calculations!" Rei said adamantly. "Good food if you know how to properly mix ingredients, great events if you calculate every possible risk, and cute girls are obtainable through premeditated plans!"

"You don't need cute girls, Rei-chan, you've got me!"

"Excuse me?"

Nagisa giggled and rolled around on his bed. Fortunately the bedding was soft enough for the cup to remain upright. Nevertheless, Rei rushed forwards to save the poor cup. "Ne ne, Rei-chan!" he asked happily, completely ignoring his servant's panic. "Are you happy that you're going to see Haru-chan and Mako-chan?"

Rei placed the teacup and saucer on the bedside table with a sigh of relief. "... Yes," he answered, now calm again. He lightly pushed up his glasses with a small smile. "It had been a long time since I have seen Makoto-senpai and Haruka-senpai. I am sure they have not changed a bit."

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"Ah... ngh... nn! Ma-Makoto, sto – ah!"

"Hmmm?" Makoto's voice was husky and drawled out. "What's the matter, Master Haruka?"

Eyes watery and face flushed, Haruka clung harder to the pillow and again buried his face into it. "D-Don't rub me there..."

"Here?" Makoto massaged Haruka's chest slowly, his oiled fingers brushing hardened nipples every few seconds. "What's wrong with here? Aren't you enjoying it, Master Haruka?" he playfully tweaked one and watched with enjoyment as Haruka's entire body flinched. "At the very least, your body is enjoying this immensely."

"Idiot!" Haruka muttered, his voice slightly higher pitched than usual. "You did that on purpose..."

"Perhaps," Makoto chuckled. "I enjoy hearing your pleasured voice, Master Haruka. But that pillow is getting in the way..." with that, Haruka found his pillow ripped out of his arms with an easy jerk.

"Makoto!" Haruka bit his lip as his face was revealed in all of its wanton glory. His cheeks were red. His eyes were filled with tears. His hair was a mess. A small trickle of drool ran out the side of his mouth. He heard Makoto suck in a breath. "Ma-Makoto... What's wro – mmph!"

Haruka gasped as his lips were suddenly attacked by another pair, followed by teeth and tongue. Slick fingers trailed lower over his quivering abs, going even lower until they settled among dark strands of hair.

The young master pulled away his abused lips and managed to gasp out, "What are you doing all of a sud – " again he found himself cut off but this time by himself. The Makoto hovering over him was not the Makoto that he knew.

The Makoto he knew had always a sense of control. No matter what he had done to Haruka before, he had always kept his composure and teasing eyes. He always had maintained his senses and never before had he looked at Haruka the way he was looking now.

Because this Makoto did not have any control over himself. This Makoto had a burning desire, white hot and glowing in his eyes. This Makoto looked to have completely left his sanity and gave himself over to wild abandon.

"Master... Master..." he breathed, kissing Haruka again desperately. "Haruka..."

Haruka felt himself writhe, suddenly a thousand times more sensitive just from the mere uttering of his name. Just his name. Before this, before anything, before these strange feelings which stirred him up inside, he would have scolded Makoto for calling his master so familiarly. But all he wanted was to hear it again. He could not request it, however, as his mouth was fully occupied.

Makoto's hands strayed even lower and Haruka jerked as he felt fingers graze over his erect cock. His arms, which had been laying stiff on the sheets, rose up on their own will and wrapped around Makoto's shoulders.

At last Makoto pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips. His eyes were still wild and needy. "Master..." he murmured again. Haruka felt a large hand, still slick from the herbal oil, fist around his throbbing arousal and he moaned. "You need to be quiet, Master Haruka," Makoto murmured, sliding himself down slightly to bite at a nipple. "Otherwise you may wake others up..."

There was no one else close enough to wake, but then again a few guests from the party might have stayed over in the surrounding guest rooms. Haruka tried his best to stifle his cries as he felt Makoto's curled hand slide up and down.

"Mm... nn... ah! Ah!"

"Shhh," Makoto crooned, kissing Haruka to silence him.

Obediently, Haruka pressed a hand against his mouth in order to quiet himself. His other hand remained draped over Makoto's shoulder. Eventually, however, as Makoto continued to pump him, his hand gradually began to slide down over Makoto's clothes, wishing it were bare skin.

His hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, went down further and made its way to Makoto's hip, where it began to trail his front and rubbed at a growing bulge in his servant's trousers.

Ah...

Hazy as his mind was from pleasure, he felt a flood of relief go through him.

... So... it's not just me... Makoto also feels it... he wondered if Makoto felt the exact same burn that he himself did when they touched. Making up his mind, he undid the button to Makoto's pants and tried to slide his hand inside to grasp at him as well.

Then Makoto's other hand was suddenly there and pulled it away, holding it down against the bed. Haruka blinked in confusion. He caught Makoto's eye and realized that his touch must have sent Makoto crashing back into reality. His eyes were no longer feral or burning – it was the normal, self-controlled Makoto.

"I appreciate the thought, Master Haruka," he murmured, squeezing Haruka's hand to confirm his feelings. "But you aren't ready for that yet. Please, do not push yourself."

I'm not pushing myself, Haruka wanted to object, but Makoto resumed stroking his shaft at a tortuous pace and his words were killed before they left his mouth.

"Perhaps someday soon," Makoto was murmuring, planting open-mouth kisses along his master's neck and collarbone. "But not yet. Just for now, concentrate on feeling good..."

It was almost impossible to concentrate on anything but feeling good as Makoto seemed to double his efforts. One hand remained on his cock, stroking him to oblivion. The other hand was deftly rolling a nipple between his fingers. Makoto's mouth kissed him over and over again, muffling his cries and protests and words of almost-love.

"Are you close? Master Haruka..."

Haruka whimpered, clutching hard at the sheets. "I-I'm cumming...!" he managed to hiss out between clenched teeth. "I-I..."

Suddenly Makoto let go of Haruka's erection and his master cried out at being denied his release. "M-Makoto! Why did you stop...?"

"Shh," whispered Makoto, his head bending down. "Shhh."

"Mako – ah! Ah! N-No, stop...! Ahh!" Haruka flung his head back and made a loud keening noise as Makoto took the tip of Haruka's cock into his mouth and began to suck. "I-I'm cumming! Wait, Makoto...!" he tried to push Makoto away, but Makoto was stronger than Haruka whose muscles were turning into oatmeal. "Makoto...!"

Haruka came hard into Makoto's mouth. Said servant did not stop or even flinch at the sudden explosion of salty bitterness across his tongue. As Haruka fell back into the sheets, his chest heaving up and down, he watched dazedly as Makoto calmly swallowed and licked his lips. "... Thanks for the treat," he murmured, eyes shining with amusement and a bit of smugness.

Haruka turned scarlet and whacked him across the face with a pillow. Makoto laughed, quietly because it was quite late in the evening.

"I suppose that puts the end to our massage," Makoto licked his lips again and made a face. "That herbal oil, however, really isn't for consumption. Or for tasting pleasure."

"You didn't have to do... that," Haruka muttered, referring to the sudden blowjob at the end. Makoto merely smiled, unfazed.

"I wanted to," he said gently. "To me, it was something that I couldn't stop myself from doing."

Feeling both shy and strangely satisfied, Haruka glanced down at the very clear bulge in Makoto's trousers. It looked almost painful, straining against the fabric to the point where he thought the threads would rip. "I can..." he swallowed nervously. "I... can do it too. For you."

"Hm?" Makoto glanced down at himself. "Oh. Oh dear. How long has that been there?"

Haruka whacked him with the pillow again.

"It's quite alright, Master Haruka," Makoto reassured him with his trademark smile. "I can take care of it myself. For now, it is more important that you get your rest. Tomorrow, Lady Amakata is coming again to tutor you. Please prepare for your lessons. I hope you will pay attention properly."

Haruka frowned at him. "Won't you be there tomorrow?"

"Unfortunately not. In fact..." Makoto brushed his master's bangs away from his face. "After today, I may not be able to spend time with you as much anymore. My deepest apologies, Master Haruka."

Haruka's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to protest when Makoto thoroughly subdued him with a kiss that left him lying flat on his back. "Go to sleep, Master Haruka, please."

"But you're still – "

"As I have already said, I can take care of it myself," Makoto chuckled. "Please let me borrow your bathroom, Master Haruka. And no peeking."

With that, Makoto rose from the bed and slipped quietly into Haruka's private bathroom, leaving fantasies swirling around his master's head and an unquenchable curiosity to explore them.

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Later that night, when Haruka had finally fallen asleep (and no doubt having many, many dreams...), Makoto had already excused himself from his chambers and was wandering down the hallway, chuckling to himself about how very adorable his young master had been. However, a deep voice called out to him from an adjacent hallway, interrupting his memories.

"Long time no see," a man stepped out of the shadows twirling his mustache in an attempt to be impressive. "It looks like you've settled into your life here."

"Sakaguchi Ryousuke-san," Makoto addressed him, his green eyes narrowing slightly. "... It has been a while."

"It has, it has. How long has it been? It's been, say, perhaps a month or two since I saw you last? That was when you were first assigned here, wasn't it?"

"Yes, it was," Makoto considered him with shrewd eyes. "... Is there something that you wanted to speak with me about?"

"Well, yes. It has already been a month or two, after all..." Sakaguchi stopped suddenly and glared at him. "Why haven't you been following my orders?"

Makoto raised an eyebrow. "... Sakaguchi-san, these things take time. Have patience. It won't be long until what you desire will be ready. Perhaps in another month or so..."

"Too late!" Sakaguchi snapped, looking furious. "You have no idea what I've had to go through in order to even be able to place an order! You don't – "

"Indeed, I do not," Makoto replied calmly. "Unlike you, I was considered worthy from the start."

Sakaguchi scowled, feeling slighted. Shuffling his feet, he mumbled, "So long as you get what I want prepared, I won't complain..."

"Ah, well, we'll have to see," Makoto patted Sakaguchi on the shoulder. "Why don't we take a walk in the garden to talk? The moon is full tonight, and," he glanced around him, "less eyes and ears to deal with..."

Reluctant, Sakaguchi agreed and allowed Makoto to lead him outside. The moment he stepped outside, however, he realized that he was alone. Turning, he saw Makoto standing within the threshold, the shadows seeming to hide everything but his eyes. They gleamed like stars in the night sky.

"Sakaguchi-san, I am afraid that I bring you regretful news," Makoto drawled softly, not sounding regretful at all. "It has been decided within the organization that your services will no longer be required."

"... Eh?"

"You are hereby stripped of your rank and your fortune shall automatically be transferred to us."

"What?!" Sakaguchi's mouth dropped open as a temple began to pulse in his brow. "What are you saying?!"

"Quite simply, you are no longer needed and so we have unanimously decided to, how you would say, throw you out," Makoto smiled charmingly, though Sakaguchi could not see it for the shadow. "Was that clear enough?"

"You bastard! You can't do that!" he was practically shouting now. Makoto pressed a finger to his lips in a shushing manner.

"Please be quiet, Sakaguchi-san. You will wake the family."

"Don't tell me what to do!" Sakaguchi screamed. "You can't do this to me!"

"We already have," the brunette tilted his head innocently. "And what we have done is perfectly under our jurisdiction. You are – ah, pardon me – were under the boss's command," that smile couldn't have been more poisonous. "Though it was only to use you once and throw you away like a tissue."

Letting out a wordless scream of rage, Sakaguchi charged at Makoto, hands outstretched and ready to strangle. His face was turning purple with his fury and with madness in his eyes, he made a terrifying attacker. "YOU DAMN SLAVE!" he roared.

Makoto did not move. He didn't have to.

Ropes appeared from all sides from within the surrounding shrubbery and wrapped themselves around Sakaguchi, effectively stopping him and nearly suffocating him as well. A figure dressed in black, including a black mask, suddenly dropped in front of him out of nowhere. The figure silenced Sakaguchi by stuffing a gag into his mouth while his companions pulled him backwards, closer to the tall bushes near the gardens.

"Sakaguchi-san," Makoto spoke softly. "Please do not forgot that while you may outrank me by the ordinary titles, within Ácweorran, I have a much higher standing than you."

Sakaguchi made a noise into his gag that was most likely an insult.

"Right back at you," Makoto smiled cheekily, though his eyes held a trace of sorrow. "You may take him away."

The unseen captors pulled again on the ropes and Sakaguchi was dragged backwards into the garden shrubbery, lost from passerby's sight. The last thing he saw and heard were Makoto's final words.

"Good-bye, Sakaguchi-san. I am sure that somewhere on the other side we shall meet again."

There was a loud rustling of unseen struggles in the bushes, sounds of cracking bones and ripping flesh, then it was suddenly very, very silent except for the chirping of crickets.

Makoto sighed. "I never do get used to this," he said to the figure beside him, the one who had stuffed Sakaguchi's mouth with the gag. "Even though I am sure this happens quite frequently to you, considering who your boss is."

"You have no idea," the figure grunted. Makoto chuckled.

"Well? If you are still here, I suppose that means you have more orders to carry out?"

The figure pulled off his mask, revealing golden earrings. From within a hidden pocket in his uniform he also pulled out a letter with an official-looking stamp made of red wax sealing it.

"Orders from the boss," he handed it to Makoto. He also gave the brunette a strange looking knife, which had a wavy curve on one side. Makoto used the knife to slit the envelope open and pulled out the heavy and fine paper within. "The date and times are all in there. In other words, it's your deadline."

"I'll make sure to have everything prepared by then," Makoto scanned the paper, memorized it by heart, and folded it up small before handing it back to the man with golden earrings who nonchalantly popped it into his mouth.

"Is that safe?"
"It's only paper and the ink is consumable," he swallowed it without trouble. "Well, I'll be in contact with you again. My knife, please."

Makoto handed back the knife with a wavy side and nodded his goodbye. The man jumped up into the trees and then was gone, weaving his way through the branches with ease.

Makoto turned and strode back into the mansion, his eyes uncharacteristically cold and forbidding.

No matter what I must do or what lies I must tell, I will always follow my Master's orders, he thought grimly. No matter what, he is the man that I will forever obey.

I am sorry, Master Haruka, but in order to follow my Master's orders, I will do anything.

... Even if it means hurting you.

And the plot thickens and twists even more! What will happen next? You will all have to wait and see~ Kekekekekeke~