Sorry this took so long. I had some trouble logging in and my internet kept going down on me. So...this one needs slight warning. It contains some sexual stuff and, ofcourse, we have gotten to rape...I have some trouble writing these chapters, so please bare with me on this. I hope I captured the characters right.
Chapter 12 (Misaki)
"Stop it!"
Misaki shoved Haruhiko backwards, scrabbling to get out of the bed, but was quickly pushed back down. Again he tried to shove
Haruhiko off, but this time Haruhiko grabbed his wrists and forced them above his head.
"I'm not going to hurt you like Akihiko; why don't you trust me?" Haruhiko growled.
"What are you talking about!?" Misaki cried back, struggling more than listening.
Haruhiko sighed shakingly and pulled off his tie, "relax, Misaki."
He wrapped the tie around Misaki's wrists, tying it in a knot as tight as possible. MIsaki tried to pull his hands apart and winced in
pain; the tie was so tight it felt like it was cutting off his hands. Holding his arms in place, Haruhiko used one hand to pull Misaki's shirt
over his head.
Everything stopped.
Haruhiko stared down at his chest, completely motionless, his eyes wide. Misaki had his eyes fixed on Haruhiko in shock, suddenly
feeling like the entire situation was sick nightmare. Nothing had ever gone this far for Misaki with anyone other than Usagi. He didn't
know what to do.
Haruhiko grazed his fingertips across Misaki's pale skin, and Misaki flinched back. He wanted to sink into the bed to avoid the
man's fingers. Haruhiko wouldn't allow it. His fingers slide down his collar bone and gently ran over his nipple. Misaki blushed and tried
to turn his body to the side, but found himself very firmly stuck under Haruhiko's weight.
The movement from Misaki only seemed to provoke Haruhiko to latch onto the pink bud. Misaki gasped and trembled at the
touches. He shook his head violently.
"Stop it!"
Haruhiko seemed not to have heard anything as he pressed closer to Misaki's body and began licking and nipping at his neck.
Misaki wondered if he had really said anything or if it was only in his head.
Misaki tried to hold back his trembles, feeling sickened by himself for reacting to the touch. Noises crept out of his mouth he didn't
want, tipping Haruhiko off to continue his nips. But he didn't want it. His body was betraying him. He was...
'...Betraying Usagi-san.'
Tears started to well up in his eyes, and he shook his head desperately.
He felt a hand on his waist, and screamed.
"Please, stop!"
Haruhiko looked down at him for a moment, staring at his teary eyes, as if he was contemplating letting him go. He brought his
hand from Misaki's waist and instead cradled his red cheeks.
"I love you, Misaki."
Haruhiko pressed his lips against his, deepening the kiss and exploring his open mouth despite his muffled cries and protests.
Misaki felt his pants being yanked down, but could only curl and uncurl his toes in frantic rejection. His hands felt numb; he didn't know if
this was because of the tie or not.
Haruhiko let off of Misaki's lips to place two more hickeys against his trembling neck and slide his hand towards the waistband of
his boxers. Misaki flung his head to the side, gave into a small moan, and then cried when he realized it.
'Usagi-san!'