I AM A FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT WITH UPDATING ISSUES I AM SO SORRY.
*breathes deeply*
Q: King is a terrifying guy, I'll tell you that much. Even so, mysteries are all part of the fun~
Guest: Oh Sousuke, you used to be such an adorable child. What the hell have I done to you? I RUINED THE BARASUKE.
Guest: To be perfectly honest I feel like even the regular Makoto is more like a seme because Haruka always complains about how Makoto "always manages to get his way". And the little glimpse we saw of Killer Whale Makoto in S2EP3... GOD THAT WAS HOT.
Awesome Empress: Did you? Did you really? Think about it.
WolfPacFaan: Makoto has a lot of his own reasons (at least in here) of why he treats Haruka the way he does. I would normally say be patient, but with my shitty updating problems I would actually urge you to bug me more.
NyxLied: My smut needs work :P Dude, I've been reading NSFW stuff for research and DAMN they are amazing and I feel so inadequate. Haruka's headaches aren't from hypnotism or anything, rather it's something that he's trying to suppress.
Ali sanpei: I'm so glad that you like the mystery! I do my best to keep my readers interested in the plot ;)
Abiding Angel: I'm trying to put ALL of the characters in, but it's pretty difficult considering. ESPECIALLY NOW THAT A CERTAIN PINK-HAIRED NAGISA SUDDENLY COMES IN AND SCREWS ME UP SOMETHING TERRIBLE.
Sire Ruby: I'm not actually entirely sure how it's supposed to be pronounced, but I think it's Ac-war-ran, maybe. The meaning is important!
Iidapop: I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I AM A PIECE OF SHIT WHEN IT COMES TO UPDATING I AM SO SORRY.
Scented Candles: There's something that everyone loves about unpredictability that makes it tantalizing for readers. This is also why I love Dan Brown to bits and pieces.
Haruko: DUDE DUDE DUDE IT'S BEEN SO LONG. THAT LAST EPISODE THOUGH. THE FUCKING FEELS JUST WENT THROUGH THE ROOF! And, uh, I pretty much gave up on the summary for now because of college. I'll revise it later.
JuviasPOV: YES, YES IT WAS :D
Guest: Eh?! You knew? How would you know that?! 0_0
Sou-lder-suke: First of all, TOO DAMN SOON FOR YOUR PENNAME, TOO DAMN SOON. Secondly, I would agree but I don't actually plan out the ending of my chapters, usually. It just kind of... happens. The only time I ever 'plan' the ending of a chapter is when it's too long and I have to cut it off somewhere.
Chiisaiuki: I am FAIRLY sure that I have never made Makoto say that he dislikes Haruka. I think. It's been a while. AND I KNOW I AM SO SORRY I WILL TRY TO UPDATE FASTER FROM NOW ON I PROMISE.
Guest: I KNOW I KNOW I'M SORRY BUT THE ENDING OF THE ANIME THOUGH WAS AMAZING I'M SORRY.
I do not own Free! Iwatobi Swim Club or any of the characters in it.
It has been so long since I updated this story that I actually had to reread all the previous chapters just to make sure I didn't make a plot hole mistake somewhere. Jesus.
I deeply and sincerely apologize for the wait. The next chapter, I hope, will be out in at least the next two weeks. I'll try to update faster from now on.
The carriage that Haruka and Makoto were riding in was extremely comfortable with seats of red velvet satin and mahogany. The master and servant sat across from each other, with Haruka's blue eyes boring into Makoto's guilty green ones.
"What were you doing with Yamazaki?" he demanded, arms folded tightly across his chest. "Where did you meet him? How long have you known him for?"
"Lord Yamazaki is..." Makoto started, but Haruka cut him off.
"I already know that you know him from when you were young... probably from when you were still a member of nobility," his master snapped angrily. "Just call him how you usually would when I'm not around."
"Then, Yamazaki-kun," the servant knew better than to argue, especially when Haruka was in this type of foul mood. "It's true that he's someone that I've known when I was younger. Rin introduced us. We became friends. This is the first time that we've been able to meet up since about seven years ago."
"Liar," Haruka's voice quivered. "You know him way better than that."
"It's not a lie," Makoto said gently. "Really, I haven't met with him until today. We have communicated though, via letters and such..."
"Letters," Haruka jumped in on that. "Letters, like the one King sent to you?"
"What? King?" green eyes widened innocently. "Why did you bring King up? What's going on?"
"You said it before in your conversation," Haruka said, voice almost trembling from anger. "You said that Yamazaki preferred things. Like suits over yukatas... or kings over emperors."
"So you think..." the brunette shook his head and started to laugh softly with an amused glint in his eyes. "No, Master Haruka, that wasn't something that had to do with King at all, I swear it. Don't you know what the Yamazaki family works as?"
His master frowned. Rin had mentioned it to him once before. He said that the Yamazaki family was a family of tailors... "Clothes?"
"Right. Specifically Western-styled clothes," Makoto said, still very amused. "Yamazaki-kun himself is quite talented in sewing his own clothes. I'm sure that your family has purchased goods from his store, or maybe from one of the chain stores?"
Come to think of it, the suits that he and Makoto had both worn on the night of the party had been specially handcrafted and delivered by Yamazaki Tailoring. Had Sousuke personally made Makoto's suit himself? The thought of it made Haruka's teeth clench. "Makoto," he tried to say a little more calmly, "you and Yamazaki... what exactly is your relationship then?"
"We're just friends," Makoto smiled sweetly, innocently. "Just good friends who haven't seen each other for a while."
Liar! Haruka's mind screamed. Outwardly he was calm and quiet with a thoughtful look in his blue eyes. "I see," he said instead, pretending to be understanding. He didn't really know why he was pretending. Somehow, he didn't want Makoto to get the gratification that Haruka was in fact...
Jealous?
Haruka shook his head. He didn't want to be jealous. He had seen jealous people before: jealous women who had been spurned by the men they loved and jealous men who turned the jealousy into misdirected anger. Jealousy was ugly to look at and to feel.
But ever since Makoto came into his life his emotions had been flung around, as if a hurricane had swept them all up and thrown them halfway across the world. He didn't know how Makoto managed to slide past his defenses so easily and implant himself in his life so easily. It had only been several months, but it only took Makoto a few weeks to make it feel as if he had just always been there. Always been in Haruka's life, so permanent and irreplaceable.
Unhappily, he sat back against the back of his seat and propped his chin on his palm. Makoto was still smiling at him in his innocent fashion. Part of Haruka wanted to slap the expression off of his face.
Another part of him very badly wanted to kiss him.
He wasn't sure exactly where that urge had come from. But Haruka wanted to mark Makoto... like in the primitive way an animal would mark their territory. He wanted everyone to know that Makoto was his servant and nobody else's. It was a terrifying possessiveness that thrummed through his entire being.
"Makoto," he said, his voice sounding oddly distant. "When we get back to the house, come up to my room after you've freshened up."
"Eh? Is there something that you need, Master Haruka?"
"Yeah, something like that," Haruka looked out of the window and thought of Sousuke and how seeing him and Makoto together made something within his belly boil like lava. "... Something like that..."
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Within his study room, Rin rubbed the feeling back into his wrists and ankles as Nitori undid his bonds. The next thing he did was to give Nitori a hardy punch in the face. His servant fell back with a loud squeak. "That's for tying me up," the redhead snapped. "Now get up and turn the other cheek so that I can punch you for this Ácweorran crap."
"I wouldn't call it 'crap', Master Rin," Nitori said mildly, rubbing his swelling left cheek. He made a mental note to find ice afterwards as he obediently stood and faced his master with his right cheek. "It's an ingenious method for those who hide in the shadows of proper etiquette to cut loose and run wild."
"Yeah sure; buying and trading in the slave market, drug dispensing, freaky occult believers, and sex sex sex," Rin said sarcastically, practically spitting out the words. "I can understand the feeling of being cut loose, but everyone needs to come down from the high eventually and move on with their life, not be stuck permanently there."
"True. That's why those sorts of people don't become executive nobles," Nitori smiled slightly. "I'm glad that you agreed to join. With you, being a well-known company head for your age and ability, I'm a shoo-in for becoming the new Viscount. Especially if Tachibana-san is permanently promoted to becoming the Archduke."
Rin's head snapped upwards. "What?" he asked in a strangled tone. "Makoto? What are you talking about? Or are you talking about his father? Is he alive?" he searched Nitori's light blue eyes to seek explanations, only finding nothing but the bare truth.
"You didn't know?" Nitori sounded genuinely surprised. "I thought that since the two of you have been back in contact..."
"Liar! Makoto wouldn't be a part of a twisted group like that!" Rin yelled, slamming his fist down on to his desk. "He's the purest idiot that I know! Ever since he was a child...!"
"A lot can happen between childhood and near adulthood," Nitori pointed out mildly. "Besides, he was recruited at a very young age by King."
"King? Who the hell is King? Is he your boss?" Rin questioned viciously, taking a few steps closer to his servant, who, to his credit, did not cower and step away. "What did he do to Makoto?"
"You misunderstand," Nitori shook his head. "Tachibana-san is the one who went to seek out King to join Ácweorran. He came to us searching for power."
The blood seemed to drain from Rin's face all the way down to his feet until it pooled onto the carpet beneath. "You can't be serious," Rin said, trying to inject some sanity into the conversation. "Makoto wouldn't go to a crazy ass group like that and ask to join of his own free will! You must be insane!"
"He did. And he told me this firsthand," Nitori observed the redhead's face, taking in the dilating pupils, slightly open mouth, and panicked breathing. "Tachibana-san joined Ácweorran of his own free will. He looked for us and found within our ranks friends whom he grew close to and were willing to do anything for. Especially King," Nitori paused. "King is very fond of Makoto to the point of perversion. Getting between them is dangerous."
"Who the fuck is this King guy," Rin said, trying to control his breathing instead of wheezing it all out at once like a suffocating old man. "Are you going to make me meet him? If so, I'm going to go way gung-ho on his ass."
"He's someone that you may be familiar with," a gray bang slipped over Nitori's eye and he absently pushed it back. "Then again, perhaps not, if we're speaking about depth."
"But why would Makoto want power?" Rin tried to return to his main point of confusion. "Not that most people wouldn't, but Makoto isn't the type who looks for something like that... He's usually comfortable taking the backseat with a lot of things."
"I don't know all the details. Tachibana-san didn't tell me everything. All I know is that Tachibana-san is most likely seeking out the number 1 perpetrator of his family's death... Master Rin? Master Rin! What's wrong?"
At the words 'at his family's death', Rin's face had slowly turned red before turning blue – he had stopped breathing.
"Master Rin!" Nitori shouted again, suddenly giving his master a punch in the stomach. All the air that the redhead had been holding in came out with a whoosh and he reflexively sucked it all back in. His pallor returned to normal.
"Fuck, Ai, that hurts!"
"I was just trying to help... you're still quite pale. Are you alright?"
Rin, at that moment, was not quite alright. Through his mind whirled memories and thoughts, about Makoto and about Makoto being at the Nanase household, and what that idiot Mikoshiba had said to him before...
"It seems like before the Tachibana family went into debt, they did have several sponsors whom supported them. However their biggest sponsor, the Nanase family, suddenly withdrew and canceled their contract, leading to the Tachibanas imminent money disintegration and eventual death. Would you happen to know the reason why?"
And suddenly everything fell into place. About why Makoto was at the Nanase household, and why he was so fixated on Haruka, and why Makoto would join a group like Ácweorran in the first place.
"Shit," he said aloud. "Makoto thinks Haruka is the reason for his family's death."
And with that, he raced out of the room, knocking Nitori flat down on to his buttocks. A minute later, the gray-haired servant could hear the whinnying of a horse and rapid clip-clopping of hooves as Rin rode one of his best carriage horses away into the dusk.
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"Shall I fill the bath for you, Master Haruka?" Makoto asked innocently, completely undisturbed by the fact that Haruka had just forcefully dragged him up to his room with no explanation. How he could be so damn relaxed despite the fact that his master had just caught him with another man seemed to defy all logic.
"No," Haruka muttered. He sat down on his bed and crossed his legs primly as if he were a lady at a banquet. "Makoto, come here."
The brunette obeyed and found himself being pulled down onto the soft sheets by his master and straddled around his middle. Mildly surprised (and yet at the same time not really, because he was expecting this, just not so boldly) at Haruka's behavior, he rested a hand on each of his master's clothed thighs. "What is it, Master Haruka?"
Haruka bit his lip as he hunched over slightly to plant his own hands on each side of Makoto's head. He shifted his seat a little, as if trying to get comfortable.
Then he rolled his hips against Makoto's groin and the servant let out a surprised whoosh of air.
"M-M-M-Master Haruka?!" he squeaked out. He was not expecting this. He was not expecting this. Not that it made it any less pleasant, but still. He tried to lift his hands to grip onto Haruka's hips to stop him from moving, but his hands were instead grabbed by the wrists and shoved back down onto the bed.
"Don't move," Haruka ordered him, still shakily rubbing their groins together. He bit his lip again harder – he had honestly not thought about how he was going to get Makoto to confess the truth to him. This had been done at a last minute attempt and Haruka hoped that he could keep his mind long enough to ask the right questions.
But damn, this felt a lot better than he thought it would.
He felt Makoto's arousal stirring against his own and he swallowed thickly. Makoto had obeyed his order and laid there with his eyes squeezed shut, his breathing becoming slightly erratic. Entranced by the reddish color settling on the brunette's cheeks, Haruka leaned forward to plant open-mouthed kisses on them. He heard Makoto giggle as he somehow managed to magically shake his grip off. His servant did not, however, try to push him off.
"Master..." he murmured, reaching up a hand to brush Haruka's sweaty bangs away. "What would you like me to do?"
"You can tell me the truth," Haruka said quietly, emphasizing his control with another pleasurable roll of the hips. "I don't like how many secrets you keep from me, Makoto."
"I've always told you the truth, Master Haruka," Makoto said softly, trying to take his master's hands into his own. Haruka slapped them away again and grinded their groins together again. He felt his cheeks heat up, as well as his climax approaching. He bit his lip and tried to hold back; if he came first, then his 'persuasion' would be all for naught. He had to control himself too.
"Liar," he gasped out. Makoto moaned faintly and he bucked his hips, causing Haruka to jerk in surprise. "Don't move!"
"Please don't say the impossible..." Makoto thrust his hips upwards again and Haruka gave a little breathless mewl, his body responding far too easily to his servant's touches. Ever since Makoto had come to him, his body had felt strange... "... What would you like to know?"
Heart skipping a beat, Haruka stilled his movements, which elicited a whine from Makoto but he was too excited to care. He brought his flushed and sweaty face closer to Makoto's and kissed him lightly on the lips. "Yamazaki Sousuke," he murmured, hot breath fanning across Makoto's face. "Your relationship?"
"He... He's someone Rin introduced me to," Makoto said, apparently so eager that he forgot to use his usual honorfics. His large hands moved to cup Haruka's bottom and this time his master did not stop him. "We became friends..."
Haruka frowned and moved his hips in a circular motion and stopped again, making Makoto keen softly. "Liar," he murmured again. "You looked like more than friends to me."
"We – mm – started our current relationship only recently," Makoto murmured. He tried to make Haruka move more, but the dark-haired teen stayed stubbornly still. "But it really isn't serious..."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Haruka demanded, now working on undoing their pants and yanking them down. His servant breathed a sigh of relief as his erection was released, only to inhale sharply as he saw his master's erection too, proudly standing between his legs. Haruka edged closer, aligning their cocks together and barely brushing them together.
"We..." Makoto groaned as Haruka wrapped his hand around their cocks and squeezed softly. "It's strictly professional. It's not something we – oh, god – w-we are willingly doing...!" green eyes slid shut and his breathing became more and more labored. "I-It's only a necessity...!"
"A necessity for what?" it was getting difficult to breath, let alone talk. All of Haruka's senses were screaming at him to forgo the interrogation and just abandon everything to desire. Makoto's face, bright red with tears at the corners of his eyes, was not helping.
"Master Haruka... please..." his heart nearly stopped as he heard Makoto beg between clenched teeth. The brunette looked ready to lose his mind.
"Tell me the truth," Haruka whispered, throat dry. "About you. And Yamazaki."
"I've already told you everything I can," Makoto said in a breathy voice. Haruka could feel the solid wall of muscle beneath him twitching from holding back. "Master Haruka, please, move..."
"No!" Haruka snapped, his anger coming out in a short burst. "Listen to me!"
Makoto went very still, his eyes wide. There was a darkness dancing in the back of them, combined with wariness and lust.
"I love you."
The words slipped unbidden past his pale lips and the small gasp from Makoto pushed him further. Overflowing with emotion, Haruka displayed his rare passionate side as he clung tighter to his servant.
"I love you. That's why I want to know. I don't like it when you're with other people, like Yamazaki and those women that you always come back smelling of. I want to know what you're doing with people who aren't me. I want to know why, even though I don't remember what kind of past we shared together, I feel so nostalgic whenever I see you truly smile," he paused to catch his breath and he noticed small tears glistening at the corners of green eyes. "I want to understand," he emphasized, "why I feel the way I do."
"Master Haruka..." Makoto's voice and face were filled with wonder. Haruka felt as if he wanted to curl up and hide, as he had never before felt so exposed with his feelings. However, he swallowed down his fear and laid himself bare for Makoto to see, to look at, to realize that he wasn't lying...
"Haruka..." Makoto breathed, his eyes dilating. His master let out a little surprised gasp from hearing his name and then suddenly Makoto reared up and pulled Haruka into a passionate kiss. Sparks flew through the air and the next thing either of them knew, they were rolling around in the sheets, grabbing, groping, and exerting their utmost efforts to bring the other even closer. Because as entangled as they were, it just wasn't enough.
"I love you," Makoto whispered back to him. His voice was pure adoration. "I've always loved you."
Haruka moaned, and his hands clutched at the fabric between Makoto's shoulder blades, fingers slick with perspiration. He felt teeth nipping at his ear almost savagely. He pulled back suddenly and Haruka could not help but gasp as Makoto yanked viciously at his own shirt, buttons flying, and revealed his bare skin in all its glory.
It was the first time he had ever properly seen Makoto's completely bare torso so of course he stared. All sorts of scars were littered carelessly across his skin: long ones which looked like whip marks, burn scars that came from hot pokers, stab wounds which had been clumsily healed after being reopened constantly. The long knife wound was still there on his upper chest and Haruka was overtaken by the wild desire to kiss it.
But why did Makoto suddenly willingly take off his shirt when he was normally so reserved? With a breath of clarity, he came to a sudden realization: Makoto had yet again lost his self-control.
A thrill ran through his body and he pressed his own lips to Makoto's ear. "I love you," he said again, breathlessly, and he gloried in the ripple that ran through the brunette's body and the skin-on-skin contact. Strong fingers dug into his skin and oh god, the burn. He bucked his hips to clash almost painfully together and suddenly he heard Makoto growl and a trickle of fear ran through his heart, as he realized that he really may have awakened a sleeping beast...
Hands shoved at him almost roughly and Haruka fell back, black hair spreading beneath his head and looking almost like water on the white pillows.
"Clothes off, Master Haruka," and Haruka was struck by how terrifying it was to have a monster with a pleasant voice hovering over you. Perhaps Makoto had not completely lost himself after all; his voice was calm and light, as if he were casually announcing what was for dinner instead of asking his master to strip naked.
Even so, Haruka found his hands fumbling over his body, searching frantically for buttons while never looking away from secretive green. Secretive because for once, Haruka had no inkling to what Makoto could be thinking of.
Other than sex. The sex was kind of obvious.
Feeling particularly coy – because this Makoto was a sight he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but want to see more – Haruka attempted to regain some of his composure by biting down on his bottom lip and slowing his hands. His fumbling ceased and he found the buttons and undid them as slowly as he possibly could. He reveled in the way Makoto's eyes locked onto his fingers, watching each movement with hunger.
Eventually his shirt was all the way undone, and if he didn't know any better he would say that Makoto was panting. A strong hand smoothed its way up his abdomen and Haruka felt himself flinch slightly in surprise. Makoto's palm was burning against his skin.
"You're trembling," it wasn't a question, and Makoto's smile was anything but sympathetic. "Do I scare you?"
"Never," Haruka whispered. He clasped his own hand over Makoto's and gazed straight into his eyes. "You don't have to hold yourself back anymore."
A flicker of surprise flashed through his servant's face, but it was only for the briefest of moments. Then Makoto smiled.
Again, it was an expression that Haruka could not read. It was a blank smile with no emotion or thought behind it. Or at least, none that could be seen.
"I... don't want to hurt you."
Makoto's voice was cautionary, and Haruka hated himself. Just mentioning that Makoto had lost control caused Makoto to regain it. As a reply (or perhaps a form of protest), Haruka wrapped his legs around his servant's waist to draw him closer, causing him to sharply inhale.
"Hurt me," Haruka murmured, and in the depths of Makoto's green eyes, he saw something snap.
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Rin urged his horse on faster, body bent low over his steed. He ignored the wind whipping about his face and instead concentrated about exactly what he was going to say to Makoto when he saw him.
Hey Makoto, none of that shit was Haru's fault. Well, not directly, but still.
Hey Makoto, what the fuck are you doing with an organization like Ácweorran?!
Hey Makoto, guess who really killed your family!
Rin shuddered. That last one was going to be hard to say.
Rin suddenly thought of Sousuke, whom he could see a lot of parallels in with Makoto. Both of them had a best friend they would do anything for (and admittedly, Rin would do anything for Sousuke too); both of them were freaking giants (not relevant, but still); both of them were bitter over a loss. For Sousuke, it was his shoulder. For Makoto, it was his life.
Thinking of Sousuke made him wonder what he was up to. He hadn't seen Sousuke for the longest time, not since Makoto had come back into his world. But then, Sousuke had remained oddly quiet about Makoto ever since he disappeared for good. Rin thought it was because they both just didn't want to discuss it.
I should probably tell Sousuke that Makoto is back. He'd like that.
Smiling despite himself, Rin squeezed the sides of his horse with his knees, urging it on.
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"Ahh... Ahh...!"
"Shhh... lower your voice, Master Haruka..."
Easier said than done, Haruka thought bitterly as Makoto's fingers stretched out his insides. Their lovemaking was, as usual, slow to the point of insanity. Only this time, Makoto was rough – as in 'marks-in-places-I-didn't-know-even-existed' rough. His nipples were slick and shiny with spit and aching from abuse. If he could move his hands – which he couldn't because they were trapped behind his back via bed sheets – he would be able to feel teeth marks and punctured skin all over his torso. Tiny drops of blood were forming, growing from his wounded flesh like flower buds.
Makoto was biting – not kissing, not licking, biting – at his inner thighs, working the flesh between his teeth like a dog with a bone. It hurt and formed dark bruises on Haruka's skin, but even so the young master made soft, encouraging noises and bucked his hips. It was the first time that Makoto had completely lowered all of his defenses, and Haruka didn't want to waste this opportunity. Inhaling deeply, he could smell the scent of the oils – how much of this stuff did Makoto have? – and the heady scent of sex and sweat.
Thick fingers rubbed over that spot and Haruka moaned lowly in his throat, grinding his hips against Makoto's hand in a desperate need to get off. Makoto laughed, softly without gentleness, sweetly without amicability. The sound made Haruka think of the spaces between stars. Absolutely fathomless.
"Put it in," Haruka managed to choke out between labored breaths. Makoto stuck out his lower lip and his fingers rubbed more insistently, effectively killing off Haruka's voice. Arching with a gasp, Haruka squirmed away from the pleasure. A crease formed between Makoto's brow.
"Master Haruka..."
"Put. It. In," Haruka insisted. Ignoring all feelings of embarrassment and instead concentrating on his needs, Haruka slowly spread his legs open and tilted his hips. His hole, completely visible, was bright red and twitching, excess oil and fluids slowly leaking out in a thin stream.
Makoto made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. "You're going to kill me," he whispered, eyes not looking away.
"I'll murder you if you don't stick it in," Haruka muttered between clenched teeth. He wished his hands were free so that he could spread his ass wider. Maybe that would make the brunette more pliable in his opinions. A little of his embarrassment showed through and he closed his eyes and bit his lip.
There was a soft click that sounded like Makoto taking off the cap to the oil bottle again and Haruka couldn't help but scowl. He was probably going to lube him up even more, meaning that he still wasn't going to –
Suddenly Haruka found his hands freed and the brunette was smearing them in oil. Then, carefully and deliberately, his hands were guided to the throbbing heat between Makoto's legs – when did he undo his pants? Even his legs were covered with impressive scars –and his face blazed.
"Master Haruka," Makoto said very softly, putting a hand on the back of Haruka's back to pull him closer, enabling him to whisper in his master's ear. "You know what I will do next, don't you?"
Trying very, very hard not to whimper, Haruka jerked his head up and down as his eyes were glued to the object of his desire. God, Makoto was huge...! It was bigger than he remembered, bigger than he remembered being in his mouth. He breathed heavily and his hands slowly moved up and down, smearing the oils all over Makoto's cock. The servant tilted his head back and moaned encouragingly.
Then Haruka's hands were pulled away and Makoto fell backwards, staring up at Haruka with sly eyes. "At your leisure, Master Haruka," he said almost tenderly.
Haruka realized what Makoto was implying and tried his absolute hardest to keep a bland expression on his face. He crawled stiffly over Makoto's inert body to position himself over the upstanding erection.
"You need to open yourself, Master Haruka, or it may not go in," Makoto said sweetly. "Would you like help?"
Haruka shot him a glare and perched himself on his knees, hands cupping over his own ass cheeks to spread himself wider as he lowered himself. He swore that he could feel the heat radiating off of the thick shaft.
The blunt head pressed against him and Haruka very nearly jumped out of his skin. The size already gave him a very good image of what he would feel when it was inside; a throbbing stretch that would feel sore for days to come.
He tried to lower himself even more and much to his surprise he could feel his inner walls contracting around Makoto, and to his utter humiliation he realized that his body was sucking him in.
Judging by his smirk, Makoto could feel it too, the smug bastard.
The ache grew steadily the more he went down and Haruka had to breathe deeply to prevent the tears from coming out. It was starting to overstretch and it hurt. He felt a hand gently wipe away the tear settling at the corner of his eye. Makoto's eyes were kinder than they had been all day.
"Don't push yourself," Makoto said in a strangely serious voice. "You already feel the pain. Anymore, and..."
"I'm not a girl," Haruka grumbled, feeling slighted. He wiggled his hips slightly and grinned as Makoto tilted his head back and groaned softly.
They went centimeter by centimeter until finally Makoto was fully sheathed inside the warm wet heat that was Haruka. The pain was excruciating, but the unfocused look on Makoto's face was well worth it.
"Can you move?" Makoto managed to say coherently, placing his hands lightly on Haruka's hips. "Should I help you?"
"I'm fine," Haruka breathed, making a little broken oh sound when Makoto stroked his hipbone with his thumb. "I-I just need to... adjust..."
"Take your time," was the slow encouragement. "Whenever you're ready."
Swallowing, Haruka shifted his legs and made small whimpering noises through his nose as he felt the thick shaft inside shift as well. Slowly he raised himself on to his knees, wincing slightly as he felt Makoto slipping out.
"You're clamping," the servant's eyes were darkly amused. "I don't think you want me to leave."
When just the head was still inside – Haruka was clamping, much to his embarrassment – he slowly sank back down to engulf Makoto once more. Hearing Makoto's soft hitch of breath made Haruka's head spin.
He was burning on the inside. The heat radiating in his insides was like a miniature sun. Every time he moved it would rub against his inner walls in a way that he was fairly sure was not supposed to make him feel good. Even though the pain – there was a lot of pain, and Haruka was sure something in him had torn – was excruciating, the fact that Makoto was inside him at last was worth it.
Besides, it was sure to feel good soon... Makoto was skilled after all.
"Master Haruka, you are in pain," a statement, not at all a question.
"... Yeah," Haruka murmured. There was no point in denying it now, not when he was so naked in more ways than one. Makoto stroked his thighs, cooing softly and rubbing little circles on his skin.
"Do you want me to move?"
"... Yeah..."
Makoto gripped firmly at Haruka's hips and moved him up again, making both of them shiver as the heat shifted. He helped his master to balance on his knees and held him steady; Haruka's legs were trembling so badly that he couldn't stay still without assistance. The head of Makoto's cock was only half in, making Haruka shiver from the even bigger stretch.
"I'll move?" Makoto asked. His green eyes were asking, "are you ready?"
I'm ready, Haruka communicated back, bracing his hands on either side of Makoto's waist.
Makoto moved his hips slowly and leisurely upwards and Haruka keened.
The slow pace was maddening, and the slick sounds his entrance was making as Makoto slid in and out were highly embarrassing. Each thrust, though unhurried, were exceptionally deep, with Makoto's balls resting snuggly against his ass each time. To top it off, Makoto would grind while deep inside, brushing over Haruka's sweet spot and making him whine deep inside his throat. The look on Makoto's face was concentrated, though the short breaths and furrowed brow made it clear that he was enjoying this as much as Haruka was.
Though it felt like hours, maybe even years, minutes passed by and a burning desire made itself known.
More.
Haruka wanted it faster. Harder. Rougher. Thrust in so deep that it would hit his stomach. He craved it like he craved water or mackerel. Maybe even more than that.
"Mako – unngh – to!" he gasped out, mind oblivious more need. "Faster...!"
Makoto obeyed without question, and the next thing Haruka knew he was bouncing up and down on Makoto's cock, his need for more overcoming his tiredness as he matched Makoto thrust for thrust. He felt the heat coiling in his stomach, ready to break at any minute, and then suddenly Makoto jammed himself inside deeper than he thought possible and the heat inside fucking shattered.
He cried out loudly as he came, his milky-white essence spilling over Makoto's abs. Even so, Makoto didn't stop thrusting and he didn't stop until he had come himself and Haruka had come a second time.
He carefully pulled out from Haruka and watched with no small amusement as his semen trickled out of Haruka's abused hole, enticingly dripping down the inside of Haruka's thigh. "I might have gone a little overboard. I apologize, Master Haruka."
"Don't apologize," Haruka grumbled, a wave of sleepiness overtaking him. He was still lying on top of Makoto's body, relishing the bareness. At last, at last, at last, he and Makoto were completely naked and entwined together, sharing mutual feelings...
He lifted himself up slightly to run his eyes over Makoto's body. His muscles underneath the scars were impressive and firm to touch. He ran his hands lightly over his servant's sides, memorizing the shape to sketch later in his many sketchbooks of Makoto. His right hand passed over Makoto's hips and he paused.
Just now, was that... a dip?
His fingers had passed over something that felt like a rough groove rather than a swell. Scars weren't supposed to feel like that...
"Master Haruka? What's the matter – oof!" Makoto grunted in surprise as Haruka suddenly flipped him over with a surprising amount of strength. Alarm shot through him. "Wait, Master Haruka, don't look...!"
Haruka's eyes landed on what he had felt with his fingertips and his breath caught in his throat. And not in a good way.
"What happened?" he whispered as his gaze took in the deep gouge in Makoto's skin. Like a crater on the moon, there was a deep hollow on the lower right side of Makoto's back. It looked as if a piece of his flesh had been dug out and left untreated. Out of all of the scars on Makoto's body, this one looked to be the freshest.
Makoto swiftly flipped over. "It's nothing special, Master Haruka," he tried to look nonchalant but he would not meet Haruka's eyes. "Please, forget that you saw it."
"But – "
"Forget it," Makoto said, a little more sharply. Master Haruka inhaled and for a moment, anger like blue flames blazed in his eyes.
"How dare you order around your master – "
He was thoroughly silenced as his lips were crushed against Makoto's and he was pressed flat against the bed. Fingers entered him suddenly and he cried out as his abused prostrate was again forcefully pressed.
"W-Wait, Makoto – "
"Prepare yourself, Master Haruka," Makoto said very softly, voice like pitch black velvet. "Soon you won't have any time to think about such trivial things."
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Approximately three hours later, Makoto went to step outside for the night's fresh air. There were several bites all along his neck and scratch marks where Haruka had clawed at him. He had emerged victorious, however, by pinning his master down and doing him until he had fainted, just a few minutes ago.
Part of Makoto wished that he could smoke – it was a habit he had dropped shortly before coming to work for the Nanase family – but he didn't have anything to smoke, and so he swiped a few sugar cubes from the kitchen and sucked on them. His mouth was still bitter from swallowing Haruka several times over, as well as words he had swallowed along with him.
A breeze blew by and he shivered slightly – he had left his shirt mostly unbuttoned. Nobody was around to see anyway. Well, at least that's what he thought.
"I see you met with some resistance," came a familiar voice above him. Without even flinching, Makoto glanced up at the tree he was sitting under and made out the color of pink in the shadows.
"A little," Makoto agreed listlessly. "This job is starting to tire me. Fortunately the deadline is approaching soon."
"I'm surprised. Since you first joined the organization, your life has been completely made of lies," was the mirthless reply. "But it seems that you're finally starting to crack along the edges."
"I'm starting to get tired of lying. I miss being able to be so open with Haru-chan," the brunette sighed wistfully. "But then again, if he knew what I had done in the past seven years, he would have every right to be terrified of me."
"You're too hard on yourself," the man with pink hair and amethyst eyes dropped down beside him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You've done everything you needed to for the sake of survival. If you had not done those things, you would have long been dead."
"... Sometimes death seems like it could be better," Makoto replies quietly.
"Don't talk like that," was the sharp reply. "Don't talk like that..."
Their lips met briefly and Makoto couldn't help but smile. "I probably don't taste that good right now."
"Fine by me," the pink-haired man retorted. "I've always accepted you; the good and the bad. Ever since we were children, I've been at your side. Unlike that ungrateful Haru – "
"Why are you here, Prince?" Makoto interrupted him, eyes weary. He lifted one hand and cupped his companion's face with it.
"... The deadline is going to be moved up. Has the product been prepared?" the man called Prince asked a bit more gently. He leaned into the hand on his face, smiling at the touch.
"Not completely, but I should have him ready by next week," Makoto's tone was dull. "... Am I really doing this, Prince? To Haru-chan..."
"You are the one who chose to take care of Nanase Haruka. You were not assigned, but you chose," Prince pointed out sharply. "And if you need any help, I will gladly oblige, because I have already sworn to follow you for life."
The brunette laughed a humorless laugh. "I'll admit that my rank is higher than yours... but shouldn't your alliance be sworn to King?"
"I swore my allegiance to you," Prince said quietly. "Because for us, our goals are similar... For you, it is your entire family... and for me, it is my brother."
"Prince..."
Prince's eyes snapped towards the front gate, where he could hear the soft clip-clopping of hooves. "Someone's coming. I need to leave."
"Prince – "
"Do not forget your mission, Archduke Makoto. I will see you soon," a final chaste kiss to his lips and the Prince was gone like the wind, and Makoto was left alone with the sound of someone coming closer.
"Looks like I have to put on a different mask," Makoto muttered to himself, standing up and brushing away dirt from the seat of his pants. He buttoned up his shirt completely and smoothed his hair to look presentable. "Good thing this job is going to end soon..."
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Rin patted his horse's muzzle as it whinnied quietly and shook its head. The journey had exhausted it and all it wanted were some carrots. Rin wondered if he could sneak a few from the kitchen. He did know where the servant's backdoor was...
"Isn't it a bit late, Master Rin?" Makoto's voice said pleasantly right in his ear.
A hand clamped over his mouth as he predictably opened his mouth to shriek his alarm. Makoto gave a soft sigh. "Please, Master Rin. I would prefer not to alert the Master and Mistress."
"Do not scare me like that ever again," hissed Rin as he yanked Makoto's hand away. "And don't call me Master. We're alone."
"Right," Makoto dropped all formalities like a rock. "So what are you doing here, Rin?" glancing at the horse he pulled out some extra sugar cubes from his pocket and fed them to it. The horse gratefully accepted the treat with a soft nicker.
Rin squinted at Makoto. "Shit. You look like hell. Did Haru do that?" he pointed at the visible bites and scratches along Makoto's neck. "What the hell did you to him?"
"Various things. None of them your business," Makoto smiled at him, but Rin still frowned.
"What pissed you off? You're normally the really patient sort."
"I'm just... tired," Makoto shrugged. "You haven't answered my question though, Rin. Why are you here?"
Rin paused and Makoto watched those sharp teeth grit against each other. "Makoto," Rin said finally after an uncomfortable period of silence. "There's something you need to know."
"Is it that important that you can't come during the day like a decent person?"
"Yeah."
The brusque reply left Makoto momentarily speechless.
"Well, what is it then?"
Rin's fisted his hands tightly at his sides while he stared down at the ground as if wondering if it would swallow him where he stood. "... It's hard to say."
"Then can't it wait? You can stay over tonight in one of the guest rooms, probably, but I don't think – "
"Makoto," Rin interrupted him. "Haru didn't kill your parents."
Makoto stopped short and stared at him. Then he laughed and oddly enough his eyes seemed to twinkle with the stars. "What are you talking about, Rin? Kill my parents? Of course Haru didn't do that."
"Yeah," Rin's fingers twitched. He slowly lifted his face from the ground to meet hardened green eyes. "Not directly."
"... Of course not," Makoto murmured. His gaze was growing more dangerous by the second, much like the face he had shown Nagisa when the other had mentioned Ácweorran. "I still don't see what – "
"But I know who did."
Makoto was really shocked into silence this time. He pressed his lips together and stared contemplatively at Rin for a long moment, searching for suggestions of a lie or a joke. When he couldn't find any, he exhaled slowly and his voice was hushed.
"Who?"
"..." Rin looked up to the starry sky as if expecting a thundercloud to fly across and strike him with lightning. When it didn't happen he shut his eyes and gave a sigh of disappointment before stating, quite bluntly:
"Me."
So yeah, the whole new summary thing. Completely abandoned for now. Because I suck at it that I actually cannot think of anything better. I AM STILL OPEN FOR ALL SUGGESTIONS HOWEVER.
Yeah. Next chapter. Cliffhanger. Derp.