anon: Whatever you say, anon :P

cleangamer220: He does go a bit insane and, erm, ukeish. Mostly because I can't picture Makoto any other way.

Haruko: Technically it is expected of personal servants to live after their Master's death. A lot of the times it is because the Master becomes very attached to their servant and the servant has the duty to be alive until their Master's death. As for their childhoods together... huhuhu, a bit of it is revealed in the next chapter. Wait for it!

Guest: That is something that will appear in later chapters! I didn't forget! I'm not the best at dirty talk... but I can give it a shot. I experience a lot of secondhand embarrassment when I write smut, so...

rainbow-electra531: Right-o, I'll get on that.

Guest: STOP MAKING ME BLUSH OMIGOD.

Akiyuzu-chan: Ahahaha, oh King, my terrible creation thought up of on the spot. He makes this a lot of fun.

kyouno-aru: Thank you~ I'm glad that you like my story! I might actually speed it up a little bit anyway though, LOL.

Shin-kai Syndrome: Rei and Nagisa will have their time. On the bottom of this chapter is a little thing between Rei and Nagisa's father, the Prime Minister.

Alejandra Rosicky: LOLOL YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO REALLY CAUGHT THAT. But then again, does it have relevance~? Does it not~? Unnecessary information can sometime be key, and things that were never mentioned can be important~ But whether or not the reader can discern the truth is all up to them.

WolfPacFaan: In way you can say it was Rin's fault that Haruka appears to be in fault.

Abiding Angel: Thanks for you PM! There is a lot more intricacy within this story that is yet to come.

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

So who else is excited about Season 2 coming out? I can't wait to meet Sousuke and see if I can incorporate him within the story. EEEEEEEEEE~

Haruka was highly amused by the way he could feel the erection under his palm stiffen even as Makoto stammered denials. It was amazing, he reflected, how someone so bestial and dominating could become such a puppy dog when directly confronted. Sniggering to himself, he dipped his hands into Makoto's pants and pulled his cock out, which, Haruka was satisfied to see, was still rock hard.

Perhaps some of Makoto's dictating perverseness had rubbed off on him. At the moment he wanted nothing more than seeing Makoto's face when he came.

"Wait, Master Haruka!" Makoto cried out, trying hard not to shiver as the blue-eyed teen stroked him tortuously. "You don't have to do that! I can – "

"Take care of it yourself, I know," he felt his breath quicken and his heart beat a little faster as he gazed upon Makoto's cock for the first time. Though it was dark, he could still see its outline. He expected it to be long, since Makoto was so tall and it would look strange otherwise, but he didn't quite expect it to be so... thick. It seemed to pulse with life in his hand and, shakily, he lightly traced the bulging vein with his fingertips. He licked his lips and wondered if his mouth was really big enough. "But I'm ordering you to let me do it for once," he commanded, sinking down on to his knees on the floor.

His servant, anxious, sat up straight to look down at the figure kneeling between his legs. "B-But, Master HarukaaAAH!" Makoto's voice ended in a drawn-out whine as his master determinedly stuck out his tongue and followed his fingertips along the vein. The taste was strange; musky, bitter, salty... but rather than deterring him it fueled him to do it again. Particularly since Makoto was making very appealing noises.

"M-Master..." Makoto breathed, one trembling hand rising up to run its fingers through dark locks. "I don't – "

Stop talking, Haruka thought, irritated. It was both distracting and a turn off. With a resolute goal to shut his servant up, he parted his lips and sucked the leaking tip between them.

Makoto's hips jerked, nearly choking him as the hardness slid deeper into his mouth. Makoto was muttering indiscernible things, but his voice was lustful and pleading and oh god, his own cock was starting to grow hard all over again. Trying to be discreet, Haruka rubbed at himself with his free hand as he firmly stroked at Makoto's erection with his tongue.

That hand had buried itself into dark hair, clenching so hard that it was almost painful. Haruka, however, did not wince and continued on with his fellatio, trying to take Makoto in even deeper. Unconsciously he hollowed his cheeks and lowered his head further till he felt it hit the back of his throat.

The hand in his hair promptly yanked him up and off as he felt himself choke. For a moment he had to bow his head and cough. He felt Makoto's hands, soothing and worried, rub comfortingly at his back and neck. "You shouldn't try to do too much your first time," Makoto advised. "Take it slow."

Haruka couldn't help but smirk. "Now you're willing to let me try?"

"You might as well finish what you've started," Makoto smirked back. "Ah, but," he tilted his head at Haruka's obvious erection, which just seemed to keep swelling, "you too, shall I do it for you?"

"After I'm done," Haruka pressed a kiss to the head in his hand and relished in the way Makoto twitched. "Then you can do me."

"... We can do it at the same time."

"Eh?"

"Come here. I'll show you."

Uncertainly, Haruka allowed Makoto to pull him up by the hips and pull him forward onto Makoto's muscled chest. His servant fell back onto the mattress, dragging his master with him. They kissed for a while, sloppy and loving, before Makoto pushed him back slightly. "Bring your knees over to both sides of my head," he instructed.

"Both sides of your..." Haruka's face turned scarlet. "No!"

"Why not?" Makoto rubbed at Haruka's behind to distract him from finding a decent excuse. Not that he himself could think of any.

"B-Because – ah! Because," Haruka said dizzily, trying hard to think of a reason to refuse but his servant's calloused hands kept massaging his ass and it was difficult to think in general. "I-I don't want you to see – mm! – e-everything!"

"It's too dark to really see anything properly," Makoto offered a mild retort. "Instead of 'seeing', I'll just be 'feeling' for it like I usually do."

"P-Pervert – ahh..." he gasped quietly as one wandering finger came too close to his entrance, still twitching in excitement to be filled. "F-Fine... but whatever happens – nn! – n-next, doesn't leave this room!"

"I can do that. Among other things," Makoto grinned as he felt the mattress beneath him dip. Haruka was trying to rearrange himself, the embarrassment making him clumsy. Makoto couldn't help but give his ass a little slap on its way over, making Haruka give a surprised whimper on the way over.

"Do you like pain, Master Haruka?" the brunette sounded very amused.

"No," Haruka snapped emphatically, finally settling into place. He could practically feel the heat rolling off the cock in front of him in waves. Without hesitating, he gripped it in one hand and stroked it teasingly. "Now behave."

"Oh Master Haruka," Makoto's voice sounded very thick with desire. "The good thing about this position..." Haruka jerked forward, a low moan leaving his throat. Sinfully good fingers had wrapped themselves around his aching shaft, "... is that we can tease each other at the same time."

"T-That's not fa – aah!" his master gasped, bowing his head with his teeth grit. "Y-You're more – mmn! – skilled than me!"

"You mean experienced," Makoto corrected him, running his thumb over his master's leaking slit. "Don't worry. If you are willing to continue this type of relationship with me, Master Haruka, then you will learn. Now why don't we stop talking for a bit," he added as his tongue darted up to lick away a drop of precum. "Use your mouth properly, Master Haruka."

Groaning loudly as he felt that accursedly warm and moist mouth wrap around his arousal, Haruka similarly leaned down to take the head of Makoto's cock into his mouth and sucked, bobbing his head up and down to an instinctive rhythm. Everything was quiet for a while, with only the sound of soft slurps and wanton sighs. It became almost a contest of who could force the other to make the louder noise. A hand slapping his ass made Haruka keen softly, while a brief scraping of the teeth made Makoto gasp. However, when a thick finger made its way into the recently breached hole, Haruka ripped his mouth away and moaned.

"N-No fair!" he complained, arching his back as the digit worked away in him. Simultaneously, Makoto's mouth engulfed the majority of his cock while his free hand tickled his balls. "Y-You don't have that kind of – ah, ah – handicap!"

Makoto merely laughed in his throat, the vibrations shooting up Haruka's spine like electricity. Shuddering, he gripped tightly on to Makoto's trousers, murmuring things that he couldn't even remember but probably sounded like please please please please. Then suddenly the hand playing with his balls left and was on the back of his head, pushing him down.

"Concentrate, Master Haruka," Makoto said pleasantly. Haruka abandoned all reservations that he had – if he even still had any at this point – and assaulted his servant's cock with his tongue, teeth and saliva. He heard Makoto groan and his own cock was abandoned as Makoto laid his head down on to the pillow. "I'm close, Master Haruka," he breathed. Haruka felt the back of his thigh being rubbed encouragingly. "Don't keep your mouth on it. You shouldn't swallow it."

Haruka ignored him and almost choked as he felt an explosion of warm, sticky substance in the back of his throat. What really got to him, however, was the sound that Makoto made as he came. It was a soft, feral growl and he felt the hand on the back of his thigh tighten its grip. Something inside him gave and Haruka spilled onto Makoto's chest, his essence spreading across his pectorals.

"Oh, Master Haruka," Makoto sighed as he felt Haruka swallow. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Haruka choked out. He crawled off of Makoto and sat on the edge of the bed, coughing slightly. Makoto sat up next to him and kissed his cheek.

"I love you," Makoto said softly into his ear. Haruka felt himself blush to the roots of his dark hair and allowed his servant to wrap his arm around his naked shoulders. "Do you want to go back to your room and bathe?"

"No," Haruka murmured. "I'll sleep here... with you," he added in case he didn't make the implication obvious enough. Makoto laughed.

"Are you okay with being all sticky?"

"... I'll live for one day," Haruka laid down on the mattress and curled up under the blanket. Makoto slipped in next to him and they kissed each other softly until they fell asleep.

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At around five in the morning, Makoto arose from his bed and glanced at his master sleeping at his side. Haruka was still deeply asleep. Quietly, so that he wouldn't wake him, Makoto stood from his bed and went to rummage through his dresser to find matches to light the candle. The flame flickered softly and cast dark leaping shadows on the walls. Shaking the match flame out, Makoto pulled out the note from King and put it over the flame to burn.

Then he pulled out yet another note. It was the note that had been tied underneath the first on the pigeon's leg. He unrolled it and smiled at its contents.

...

My Makoto,

Because it annoys me so to see you under Nanase Haruka's control... why not speed things up a little? Let's play a little game with Nanase Haruka. Drop this note somewhere that he can find it and see how he reacts.

I love you.

Your King

...

Makoto chuckled and also fed this note to the fire, allowing the ashes to settle among the dust. "It certainly sped things up," he murmured. Turning around, he reached for the shelf holding his books and pulled out a particularly old tome which had an ominous circle design with littered symbols on the front – a spell circle.

There was a silk blue bookmark stuck in the book. Makoto allowed the book to fall open in his hands and it opened up exactly to the bookmarked page, showing that it had been read many times. A single sentence was underlined in blue ink.

"With the proper sacrifice..." Makoto murmured, "... even the dead can be revived."

He shut the book and glanced over to his slumbering master, still oblivious under the influence of the sandman. Placing the tome back into its place, Makoto strode over and sat on the bed and placed a single hand on Haruka's exposed cheek.

"I've given up too much to turn back now," he said softly to deaf ears. "Master Haruka, for the sake of everything I have worked for... please become my perfect sacrifice."

In his sleep, from the familiar warmth on his cheek, Haruka naively smiled in his dreams, dreams of deep blue water and a kind voice and dearly beloved green eyes.

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"Master Nagisa, it's time to wake up," Rei knocked on the door to Nagisa's room. It was currently breakfast time and, as he had mentioned the previous night, Nagisa was to eat with his father, the Prime Minister, and discuss modern day politics.

A sleepy, protesting voice came from inside. "I don't wanna go! Rei-chan can go! Let me sleeeeep~" the blonde could be heard complaining. A passing by maid giggled at the cuteness of it all.

"... Shall I inform your father of your absence this morning, Master Nagisa?"

"Yeah. And bring me back something to eat," a light snoring was heard almost immediately afterwards and Rei sighed before striding down the hallways to the dining room two floors below to inform the Prime Minister of the change of plans.

Within his room, Nagisa stopped his fake snoring and went back to busily packing a large travel bag with his clothes and other necessities. "The deadline is really approaching, isn't it?" he sighed aloud to himself. "If I don't hurry, then Rei-chan may really just whisk me away with no warning... I don't want to be caught without some of my things to go... Oh, but since, Rei-chan is playing dumb, I guess I should just hide the suitcase until it's time to leave," he plopped down onto his bed and rolled his eyes. "This would be so much easier if Rei-chan would just be honest with me!"

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"Hiya, Lord Matsuoka!" Mikoshiba said cheerfully the next morning as Rin sat outside in his front garden, having his morning tea. Nitori stood at attention by his side, a teapot ready in his hands. He walked up to him cheerfully, hands put behind his back. "So about that deal I mentioned yesterday, would you be interested it addressing it now?"

"I'm not making any deals with you. Ever," Rin replied flatly. "Now get the hell off my property. I'm eating here."

"Lord Matsuoka, it's really imperative that we discuss this."

"I fucking said no. There is no way that I would possibly ever work together with you on anything. I told you everything I knew yesterday. Just go and burst into flames, okay? Even though your hair already looks like it's on fire."

"I knew you were going to say that," Mikoshiba sighed. "Well, not the whole burst into flames part, but I did know that you would refuse."

"Then why the hell are you still here?"

Mikoshiba sat himself down without asking. Nitori hesitantly hovered over the table, unsure if he should fill the empty cup meant for Gou in front of the police chief. Rin held up a hand to still him and glared at the redhead across from him. "Get out of that seat. That's my sister's seat."

"Ah yes, about that," Mikoshiba smiled at him pleasantly. "I'm afraid that Lady Gou will be unable to join you on this fine morning."

Nitori gasped and promptly dropped the teapot which landed in the grass and cracked. The scent of liquid jasmine filled the air as Rin bolted out of his chair and grabbed onto Mikoshiba's collar, eyes blazing and furious. "What have you done to my sister?!"

"Nothing. And nothing it will remain, provided that you cooperate," Mikoshiba grasped Rin's wrist and did some sort of jerky motion that had Rin collapsing on his knees in pain. "Lady Gou is safe for the time being. I'm hoping that she will remain that way," Mikoshiba looked at him with uncompassionate golden eyes. "I would so dislike ruining a pretty face."

"I thought you were supposed to be the head of the police!" Rin snarled, rubbing at his injured hand. "Aren't police supposed to be agents of justice or something?! Since when were you relegated to being kidnappers for young girls and subjective to bribery?!"

"We are agents of justice, Lord Matsuoka," Mikoshiba smiled widely. "But since we are co-working with our, ah, associates, we are prone to join them in their work. Temporarily of course. Normally we do good old-fashioned honest work. Just this once, we've made an exception."

Snarling, Rin allowed Nitori to help him back into his seat. He did, however, slap away his servant's questing hands as they tried to examine his injury. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Well, there's a little something that your trustworthy servant is hiding from you," Rin felt Nitori's hands freeze against his arm. "You see, he isn't exactly just a normal servant. He's also a Baron."

"What?" Rin frowned at Nitori, who was staring very determinedly at the cracked teapot still on the ground. "Were you part of a Baron's family before you became a servant, Ai? A fallen noble of some sort?"

"... Lord Matsuoka Rin," Nitori finally said. Bright blue eyes looked up and directly stared into Rin's reddish ones. "We of Ácweorran, New Order of the Underground Nobles, cordially invite you to join our ranks," instead of bowing, he sank down to his knees to perform a full dogeza in the grass. "Should you accept, you will be granted a social power beyond your imagination. Should you decline, we require an item from your household as payment."

"This is rare, you know," Mikoshiba offered, ignoring Rin's nonplussed face. "Most of the time Ácweorran does not offer the opportunity to become a member. Many times, people seek them out to join. What they gain from joining, however, certainly varies from person to person," a sly smile. "You may ask your 'friend' Tachibana Makoto for details."

Rin's attention snapped towards him. "Makoto?" he questioned, momentarily distracted. "What does Makoto have to do with anything?"

"Ácweorran offers a large range of desires, from belief in the divine to illegal narcotics," Mikoshiba went on without missing a beat. "If you join, you have a vast amount of contacts at your beck and call. If you want drugs, a brother within the group would be willing to give you some. If you have belief in the supernatural, you can find many more in-the-closet maniacs who are willing to sacrifice living humans to make a deal with the devil," he shook his head and made a distinctive tut-tut noise. "It's amazing, what the limits of acceptable human societies will do to us. What is forbidden is made all so much sweeter when finally obtained."

"Fuck your damn philosophical crap!" Rin bellowed. "Where is my baby sister?!"

"Lady Gou is in a safe location. Depending on your answer to Nitori, we'll determine on a course of action with her. Now then, please reply quickly."

Both redheads looked at Nitori who was still prostrating himself on the ground. His silvery-gray hair provided an amazingly sharp contrast against the green grass and spilled brown tea. "... I require an answer from you, Lord Matsuoka Rin."

"... What's in it for you, Ai?" his master asked him, his rough voice taking on a softer tone he usually reserved for Gou. "Is there a reason that you need me in the Áccy-whatever? If you had just asked me," he glanced disdainfully at the golden-eyed policeman sitting properly across from him, "I might have given it serious thought."

"... Of all people, I absolutely did not wish to ask you to join," his gray-haired servant replied quietly. "I respect you immensely, Master Rin, I really do. I've enjoyed serving both you and your sister. But I..." he swallowed. To Rin's shock, a single tear ran out of a sky-blue eye. "There are few options left, Lord Matsuoka Rin."

"What options? What the hell does that mean?"

"The Ácweorran run on a sort of hierarchy, you see," Mikoshiba interrupted to explain. "The more people you bring to the group, the higher your rank. Nitori has succeeded in convincing five other people to join, including myself," he nodded to Rin. "Nitori needs only one more person to rise to the rank of Viscount."

"You need me to raise your rank?" Rin glared at Nitori, baring his sharp teeth. "And tell me exactly why you need to give yourself an ego boost?"

"It's the only way that he'll be able to participate in the annual grand event of Ácweorran," Mikoshiba sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly. "Last year he couldn't participate because he didn't even qualify for a nobility title. This year, however, with you he's a shoo-in."

"... And what will happen to my sister if I refuse?"

"... Lady Matsuoka Gou," Nitori spoke again, his normally chipper voice bereft of emotion, "will be taken away by Ácweorran and sold into slavery."

The galaxy seemed to explode before Rin's eyes. All he saw was red, brilliant scarlet red painting the skies, the grass, the two people beside him. Wordlessly, he seized his nearby cutlery knife and attempted to stab Nitori right between those sorrowful blue eyes.

"Ah ah ah," cautioned Mikoshiba, grabbing the hand with the knife and twisting painfully so that the knife fell silently to the ground. "Nitori stated it pretty clearly in his invitation, remember? 'Should you decline, we require an item from your household as payment.' By 'item', he meant a member of your family. It's pretty standard within the organization. I'm pretty sure the current Archduke was recruited in a similar manner. Oh, don't worry though," he added with a grin. "If that happens, I'll buy Lady Gou myself. I like her too much to give her to other people you see."

Like the silent killer of the deep, Rin did not make a sound. Instead he merely twisted himself around so that he was facing Mikoshiba. The next thing the policeman knew, he felt sharp teeth sink savagely into his neck. Dropping his casual façade, Mikoshiba shouted in pain and attempted to wrench Rin's head away with extreme force. The other redhead allowed this, just for a moment, before his fist came up and smote Mikoshiba hard on the nose.

Only pure rage and adrenaline gave Rin the strength he needed to pound the Samezuka Police Chief into a bloody pulp. All injuries inflicted on him were brushed off as trivial in comparison to his absolute need to kill Mikoshiba then and there. The thing that stopped him, unbelievably enough, was not the 9mm revolver that Mikoshiba had drawn from his belt, but the cracked teapot in the grass which was smashed against the back of his head by Nitori.

Rin collapsed, small drops of his blood dripping on to the shattered pottery. Nitori indifferently threw aside the remainder – more like survivors – of the poor pottery in his hands. "Are you alright, Captain?"

"Right as I'll ever be," Mikoshiba groaned. His nose was bleeding profusely and there was blood pouring out of the bite marks on his neck. "I really wasn't expecting him to just chomp on me like that."

"You kind of deserved that," the gray-haired servant bent down to check on his master, who was groaning feebly. His tone was exasperated. "Of all things to say, you should have known better than to say, 'I'll buy your sister'. Why not just slap a jewel earring on her while you're at it?"

"Now there's a thought... I was kidding! Kidding! Put down the teapot shards!"

"So what now?" Nitori asked, still holding onto a particularly large and jagged shard.

"Don't worry about it," Mikoshiba grinned wickedly. "I've got a Plan B."

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Rei stood respectively in front of the Prime Minister of all of Japan, hands clasped behind his back, which was straight and tall. The Minister sipped at his coffee, eyes on the serious bespectacled servant in front of him. Prime Minister Hazuki was an older man – or perhaps it was the toll of having to rule a country and deal with three daughters and a son – with streaks of graying hair. He and Nagisa did not look a thing alike – like his sisters, Nagisa highly resembled his mother.

"So Nagisa has wormed out of breakfast with his dear father?" he shook his head. "That boy has never done a single thing I've wanted lately. When I ask to spend a little quality father-son time together, he always makes an excuse!" he shook his head and put down his cup. "I just want for my boy to spend time together with his old man when he has the chance. Is that so bad?"

"Of course not, Your Lordship," Rei replied calmly. "Master Nagisa is simply passing through that age in which all adolescent boys wish to make an identity separate from their parents. It's a common phase which will pass eventually."

Nagisa's father squinted at him. "Aren't you supposed to be younger than him?"

"Yes, Your Lordship."

"None of this 'Your Lordship' nonsense," he waved an impatient hand. "If you want, you could even call me 'Uncle'."

"That would be highly inappropriate."

"Don't be silly. I'm the Prime Minister. I can decide what is inappropriate."

Rei inwardly groaned and rolled his eyes. Who said that Nagisa and his father didn't resemble each other? "As you wish... Oji-sama."

Prime Minister Hazuki smiled at him and nodded. "Better. Being called 'Your Lordship' by family gives such a stuffy feeling."

"While the notion is most flattering, I am afraid I am not a member of your family, Oji-sama."

"That's what you think."

They stared impassively at each other for a long time. The Prime Minister gazed with a probing, annoyingly all-knowing look. Rei was the first to break the silence.

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"Oh, I think you do."

More silence. More meaningful stares. This time, the older man was the one to break the silence.

"Rei-kun, I'm not proud of the things I did to your mother. If you resent me, want to hurt me or kill me in any way, then I'm okay with that."

"I have no wish to harm you in any way. I still do not understand."

"You do understand. Play dumb all you want, you and I both know what your true objectives are."

A final last stare, neither willing to give in. It drew out for one minute... two...

All at once, both sighed at the exact same time and Rei exhaled before a very wide smile appeared on his face. "Then, are you alright if I take Nagisa-kun away with me, Father dearest?"

"Take him away?" the Prime Minister observed Rei's expression before breaking out into a slow grin. "You goddamn bastard," he said almost gleefully. "You're one of them, aren't you?"

"Not always," Rei replied smoothly. The Prime Minister threw back his head and laughed heartily. "So, about Nagisa-kun...?"

"Nagisa, eh?" the Prime Minister contemplatively stroked his chin. "Well, why not. It's a shame because he'd make a great Prime Minister in the future. But well, the things that you'll do to him after you take him away will probably drop his approval ratings. If he's happy to go, then I'll oblige."

"Are you sure?"

"I've still got three daughters who can give male grandchildren for future heirs. I sure as hell won't be lonely," Nagisa's father shook his head again. "I've never realized it before now. You're one of them, huh? One of those hidden people who work on the darker side of society, lurking in the shadows..."

"You are romanticizing it a bit, Father dearest."

"Can you blame me? I like the thrill of it," the Prime Minister's grin dimmed slightly. "... When you take Nagisa to the organization, don't rough him up too badly. He's the kind of kid who won't ever admit to being scared or overwhelmed."

"I know that," Rei said lightly. "I also know that Nagisa-kun is stronger than you think, Father dearest."

They grinned at each other, faces mirroring identical looks of sinister glee.

I wonder how many of you can pick up on the true meanings within this chapter.

Anyways, the birthday extra should be coming out in exactly a week then it's back to the original story. Let's see what I can do with dirty talk, smut, bondage, fluff, and mermaids. Also, can anyone give me a bit more knowledge about merman autonomy?