TA DA! I finally got it up! *Confetti falls from the sky*
but seriously, I am really sorry it took this long. Between the stomach flu and graduation, and now my internet being so spotty, its been hard to work on the story (and for a few hours I thought I had lost the last few chapter notes I had written down). But coming from my local Target I finally finished it.
Now there is only two or three chapters left. Final stretch!
Sorry about the writing of this one, I usually edit it a few times, but didn't have time today. Also, I hate writing sexual stuff...so, yeah. Sorry ^^"
Chapter 15 (Misaki)
Misaki was crying again.
He bit down on his lip try and hold back shameful moans at Haruhiko's touches. Hickeys sprinkled his chest and hips as Haruhiko
fixated over each inch of pale skin, returning over and over to the spots especially sensitive. His hand held firmly on Misaki's manhood
as his mouth wandered.
Misaki couldn't stop his body from responding. He shook at each touch, his voice betraying his sensitive body. He was hard, and he
hated it. He had struggled against the restraint on his wrist until his skin was raw, but it did nothing. He couldn't move under Haruhiko,
and what was worse was his body started not wanting to move, and his mind started to fog..
Misaki suddenly realized his mouth was open, letting all his gasps and moans out, and bit down on his lip again. A new stream of
tears escaped his shut eyes.
Haruhiko's lips suddenly left his nipple and his hand stopped.
Misaki opened his eyes slightly feeling Haruhiko's weight let off a little, then shut them again feeling his hand wander down. He tried
to close his legs, but found Haruhiko had slid in between them already.
"Please, stop," he hiccuped through sobs, "p-please, stop."
"Relax, Misaki."
He slid a finger into the shaking boy. Misaki gasped roughly and bit back down on his lip so hard blood formed around his teeth.
His body felt like it was burning, and it was getting harder and harder to keep aware. He could hear moans and panting, but
couldn't seem to stop them. His tears still ran, and he managed another plea to stop, but it kept fogging. His mind was starting to drift...
Disoriented, and locked in his shameful pleasure, Misaki moaned as a hand gripped his member again.
"U-Usagi-san."
Haruhiko's hand tightened painfully, snapping Misaki back to reality.
"Why him?" Haruhiko's growled, "Why can't it be me!? I love you, Misaki!"
Misaki cried and trembled in pain, trying to beg through his sobs. He almost didn't hear the rapid footsteps in the hall.
There was a loud, floor shaking, bang against the door. Haruhiko let go of. Misaki and sat up at the second bang followed by a
muffled line of curses. Misaki turned his head weakly towards the door, and at the third bang it swung open.
Usagi stood in the doorway.