Chapter Six: Without(?) Love

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Haru was starting to get aroused, again. He had not gotten to the point of release with the water bottle, but the tears he was shedding in grief plus the rain was just too much for the raven haired boy. He had always told himself that he hated the rain yet he knew deep down that he could not help but be in love with it. However, though he jested about the rain loving him, he knew the rain did not like him. How? The rain was a total slut, it hit on almost everything and even penetrated his ocean.* Though the ocean was not really his anymore, the thought hurt just to think about.

Now, any outsider would point out Haru could also be considered a slut, but that concept never entered the water-lover's mind. In his opinion, the rain was the only slut, it flirted with everyone, and had sex on the first date. Actually, it did not even bother to have any dates at all. It did not even ask for consent! He was not even close to that level of promiscuity. Most people were unaware of what it was doing, but Haru was all too aware. He was getting distracted by the problem at hand which was that he had killed a water bottle. Oh wait, problems, somehow he had gotten distracted from his throbbing erection. Though the teen knew it was not an actual crime to brutally murder a water bottle, he could not help but be devastated over what he had done.

He needed to clear his head, and he knew of only one way to go about it. Standing up, eyes still locked on the shallow grave, tears refused to stop streaming down his face, joining the rain as they hit and were then absorbed into the ground. The thought of his tears and the rain mixing together and becoming one was so hot to Haru. He could not help but lick his lips. Getting aroused by tears was problematic. Especially at funerals. Funerals could get seriously awkward. He did not like them at all, not just because he gets aroused of course, but that it played a rather large role.

As he entered the house, his raven hair was dripping wet, his vision remained blurry from his ocean colored eyes overflowing, pants stained from kneeling on the ground, hands covered in dirt from digging the grave, oh, and an erection from the rain. As he trudged through the house he realized he had just been wandering in the dark, the sun had long ago sunk below the horizon, lighting up his ocean as it did so, but there was no light streaming in from the windows anymore. Finally calming down, tears still fell but much slower than before.

Stretching his arm out, he felt along the wall with his hands attempting to find a light switch. Finally finding one, he flicked it on. Well, it should have turned the lights on, but nothing happened.

Eyes wide and unseeing in the darkness, he tries the light switch multiple times before giving up. Maybe it was just that one. He did not want to think of what he would have to do if the power was out. Trying many other light switches in his house, not caring about the mess he made as he dragged himself through the house, he finally gave up when none of them worked. Collapsing onto his knees, Haru laid his head down on the floor and pounded the ground with his first in frustration as the tears began to pick up speed again, streaming down his face. The position was kind of awkward with an erection, but he still managed to do it.

Distraught, the poor teen did not know what to do. Why was his luck so horrible? What had he done to deserve this? Not even murder justified this. No longer able to deny what was happening to him, he considered his options. He could not think of any in his current state of mind except about what appeared to be his current doom. Power outages were, to Haru, the worst possible things to exist. All he could think of was what he knew happened with power outages. They meant the boiler would not be working. If the boiler was not working that meant no hot water. No hot water meant if he wanted to take a bath it would have to be cold. A cold tub would definitely get rid of his erection, but it would not allow him to get away from his current grief in the way he desired. Resigned to his fate, Haru curled into a ball in the middle of his house, that was now in complete disarray from when the water logged teen was trying to turn on the lights all across the house. Over and over and over again.

As he began to shiver from the cold, he realized something. If he really wanted to… he could outside… and have sex with the slut pounding at his door. And roof, and lawn, and just about everything it could possibly touch. Technically, having sex with the rain like that while it was having sex with everyone and everything it could get on. It made so many people wet, causing them to shiver as it pounded into them… just the thought turned him on even more. Haru did not know when the power would go back on, and he was already shaking with desire. Sadly, he knew he would have to wear his swim suit if he did, because he worried someone would stop by randomly and just try to go around back when he did not answer the front door.

That would be more than a little embarrassing, even though he was actually indirectly having sex with everything else the rain was having sex with, he did not particularly want to be exposed in such a in public was one thing, but being naked in his backyard just was not something that appealed him. Oh well. He did it before Mako came in every morning, then again, Mako comes in every morning to see the pool-blue eyed boy bathing in the afterglow of orgasm. Not that that would ever cross sweet innocent Mako's mind. He just thought Haru loved water, but not to the extent that he made love to the water. Enough thinking! He was horny, being horny is not a time to think! It is time to act without considering any consequences whatsoever! Besides not going outside naked. That was something important to not do. Haru realized that he would find his way outside with no lights. It should not be too hard, right?

Wrong. As soon as he tried to stand up he realized that he originally sunk down right next to the table in the room, and when he had curled up into a ball he had shifted so he was under table. So, when he tried to stand up, he succeeded in smacking his head on it. Still wincing, his hand was covering the top of his head, hoping that he would not hit it again.

He did not hit his head on anything, but he did manage to walk into a few walls. Of course the night where there is almost no moon light is the one where the power goes out. Cursing the cruel mistress known as fate, he stumbled around his house and finally back outside. Would the ocean ever forgive him for sleeping with the greatest slut to ever exist? At that moment, Haru did not even care. Mostly because all he could think of was the feeling of ecstasy he got as the rain fell on his bathing-suit covered erection.

Moaning, his back became a perfect arch, trying to get the rain to touch him more. Toes curled into the muddy service he was on, head on the ground gathering becoming almost as dirty as he was sure to feel after having sex with the rain, raven hair plastered to his face from his sweat and the rains fluids, he could not have been happier. Wait, he could…

He had been horny and unsatisfied for so long that it did not take him long to reach completion. He blushed, face turning red out of embarrassment. He had not even lasted five minutes. However, his mind was successfully distracted, the feeling of release and after glow of orgasm was already upon him. Due to his almost non existent refractory period, it only took minutes for him to get hard again. He probably should have gone back inside, but moving inside would require thought, and that meant he would have to think, and then remember.

So instead he just lay there, satisfied over and over again as the rain pounded into him, its fluid covering his body, not a single space on his body was untouched. He felt so dirty, but then again, going for rounds and rounds of sex with the biggest slut could do that to a person. That and laying down on the wet ground. And having sex within five feet of a fresh grave.

He did not even try to stand up until about thirty or so minutes had past, the power had come back on and then he had to wait until he was finished… that round anyway. After that last completion, he slowly started to get up. Finally standing, he entered the house, ignoring the fact that he made it even more dirty. It was almost as dirty as him, and he smiled at the thought.

He quickly went to the bathroom, immediately stripped down, and entered the tub as soon as it was prepared for him to enter it. Then the promiscuous boy had the tub lap up all of the rains fluids as well as his own, since he got it all over himself. That was what happened when he released inside his swim suit over and over again.

He could not help but get aroused again the display. The tub was so dirty, it had no issues splashing against his skin to remove everything on it, even the dirty filled it. The rain had removed all his tears, but the tub, which had never before been out the rain, had just greedily taken in all it could Haru's body, it did not allow a single drop it remain behind. Of course, what made it even dirtier was that the tub did not clean itself, if Haru did not do it for the tub, it would always be dirty. Because of that, everything the tub had sucked off of him was still rubbing sensually against him, it turned him on once more.

Who was he to deny the tub what it wanted? He did realize that he would need to actually get clean after, but it was just such a sexy display. Back arching once more, moanings spilling from his lips, Haru could not help but give in to his desires. Maybe that was why his relationships never wor- sorry, no thoughts, just focus on the euphoria of the moment. Thoughts were for afterwards. It was not until he had finally reached his release again that he realized to some extent what he had done. He felt so dirty. Dirty as in he did not get clean from the tub. He was not the dirty one in the relationships, it was always the others. In his mind anyway. So, as he drained the tub he started talking to it."

"Tub, I know we have never talked before but I could really use your help," he said, trying not to get aroused by the tub sucking down all the fluids.

The tub as it was draining was making the sounds that it always made when it was doing so, but Haru chose to take the answer as if the tub had said "Sure! I would love to help you in absolutely everyway possible Haru. And I mean every way."

"Well I am having issues with the ocean and I was wondering if you had any tips for me."

The tub did not respond, and Haru realized that it must have been jealous, since it was so willing to obey his every whim based off its last response.

"It does not mean I would leave you! The ocean and I had an open relationship!"

The tub did not respond again, obviously wanting to keep Haru all to itself. Haru could picture a look of greed on its face. If it had a face. Haru turned the tub back on, as it finished draining.

"It is just that you both mean so much to me and I could really use your help!"

The tub did not answer, even though it made sounds as the water from the spout, Haru did not interpret either of those as a yes or no. The tub was just being difficult.

However as the tub slowly began to fill, Haru could not help but be aroused by the fluids that slowly built up, getting slightly dirty already from the particles that had managed to cling to the sides. Maybe he should go and talk to the ocean himself…

No, that would never work. He had to confront his past before he could plan his future. Also, it may be a bad idea to tell the ocean that he had just finished having sex with the rain and tub right after he had killed a water bottle.

He had always tried to be kind of honest and not hide secrets from it. Mostly honest, and he wanted to make sure nothing would hold him back! Not even murder, though the orgasms kind of got his mind off of it. The water bottle did not even pleasure him back, so that was one thing to be annoyed about. It was, of course, the water bottles fault. Nothing was ever Haru's fault, see, that would mean he was in the wrong, and how could he accept that? Oh well, that was not some that was particularly bothersome to Haru, not something he chose to think about, when he chose to think with his brain instead of with his… other appendages.

He had already confronted the pool, and a few orgasms was all it took for him to get mostly over the murder, but those were just a few of many. He was not quite sure where he should start. He never really talked with any of his ex-lovers. Except to break up with them. Should he start with the deepest wound that started it all, the waterfall, or should he go with the least offensive and confront the rain? Or maybe some of the others who had not really hurt him, but he was unsatisfied about how the relationship ended?

Considering his options, he figured that there were just way too many choices. Sometimes he wished he was less attractive, all of the bodies of water lusting after him was kind of hard to handle. Being irresistible was not something he was able to control, though it did mean he could have sex with almost every body of water out there with a hair flip. He would just think of it tomorrow, after his morning bath of course.

*Slightly modified line given to us by FoamyMouthGuy via his review on Complicated Relationship with the Ocean
Story name changed to fit the way we are naming chapters.

We decided to start responding to reviews here also: Can you tell if one or both of us responded here?

But first!: I promised longer chapters to many people. Why? I was told author's notes made the story seem deceptively long. Apparently the Author note : Story text was to high?. Since I wanted to do this, I insisted on longer chapters.
Word count (including A/Ns of all 5 chapters): 4,673 words
Length of this Chapter NOT including A/Ns: Over half of that.
My Conclusion: I am going to try to keep it around this length if not more.
Authors notes~ Yay~ -Caitlyn

FoamyMouthGuy - Thank-you for the line, it gave us the idea for this.
makuroshi - Have we been doing better with our tenses? We hope so! We have been putting more effort into it after your review.
C.A.M.E.O1 and Only - Your review has encouraged Caitlyn to add more water puns to the story (what have you done?)
Maybe at some point he will try to talk to the ocean again, but he is not quite sure how the ocean will respond ^.^ Also… more water puns on the way~
MiniMochi-x - You will have to wait and see~ A few of the lines here were inspired by your review. Did you find them?