Eiji feels an arm under his knees, along with one prying under his back. Eiji's eyes slightly open, revealing to him a blur of white.

" Yoru-sama.. " Eiji lets out, struggling to keep his eyes open, his face rests on Yoru's white T-shirt. Yoru walks him over to the brown couches, he lays Eiji down gently, kissing his forehead. " Sensei- " Yoru puts his a finger to Eiji's warm lips, Eiji shuts his mouth, his cheeks burn a bright pink. Yoru removes his finger, Eiji listens to his footsteps fade from him. They soon return, Eiji opens his eyes as much as they will allow. Yoru lays a thin bed sheet over him, Eiji makes sure not to move. Yoru pauses, looking into Eiji's barely open, exhausted eyes. He bends over him, kissing his eyelids. Yoru strokes Eiji's butter colored ear with his thumb and pointer finger. " Koneko, my little kitty. " Eiji's eyes flutter from opened to closed, wanting to see the caring Yoru. " Keep them closed, you need to rest now. " Yoru demands. He now stands, gazing at Eiji, actually wanting him to disobey so he can watch the deep chocolate view trying desperately to remain seen. Yoru's eyes scan over Eiji once more, his right ear gives a twitch, adjusting to losing the warmth of Yoru's fingers. Yoru smiles, almost evilly, he walks towards the kitchen, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. He pours him a cup of tea, setting the cigarettes down on the counter. A phone call and a few cigarettes later, a ring at the door. Yoru walks silently through the living room, to the apartments front door, he unlocks and opens it.

" 25.50, Sir. " Yoru hands the man a bill. " Thank you. " He replies, he hands the bags to Yoru. Yoru closes the door with his foot, not bothering to lock it back, he sets the bags on the table. Slight purring sounds release from Eiji, the rise and fall of his chest in perfect time. Yoru lowers himself on top of Eiji, his eyes open widely in shock.

" Yoru-san " He says catching his breath, Yoru's long, black, wavy hair now lays on Eiji's arms.

" Did you dream of me? " Yoru asks. Eiji's deep chocolate eyes look into his.

" I dreamt of endless candies and sugary treats " He answers.

" You're so foolish, " Yoru kisses Eiji's pale face, he kisses his lips.

" Sensei- " Yoru's mouth silences Eiji's, his heart-rate doubles. Yoru releases Eiji's lips. Eiji's eyes lock, staring in one place.

" Are you hungry? " Yoru asks, biting at Eiji's chest through his shirt. He pushes up on Yoru's shoulders.

" Please stop " He asks. Yoru pushes Eiji's hands down to touch him between his legs, Eiji pulls his hands away from Yoru. " Please stop " He says again. Yoru pushes Eiji's shoulders into the couch, he flicks the little bell on Eiji's tight collar with his tongue. Eiji gasps. Yoru bites his neck, letting the skin naturally pull back. " Ehnh, please " He pleads, Yoru presses his hips against Eiji's warm body. " Please don't do this! " Yoru lifts to his knees, he begins to pull off his shirt. Eiji grabs the sheet tucked in the couch beside him, he pulls it over his upper body and face, only leaving his eyes and above revealed. " Please! " Yoru looks down at the frightened eyes looking up at him, he pushes his shirt back down. Yoru climbs off of Eiji, he pulls out a cigarette as walks to the table.

" Come eat Eiji. " He demands. Eiji drops the sheet, he swings his legs off the couch, the smell of nicotine spreads through the air. Eiji steps into the light of the kitchen, he gets down to his knees, crawling on them over to the now sitting Yoru. Eiji leans his head against him, eyes set straight forward. He sits on his feet, hand gripped tightly around the smooth wooden chair leg. Yoru ignores Eiji's presence for a while, he blows smoke into the air. Yoru reaches over and pats Eiji's head, carelessly, feeling his ears snapped back tightly against his hair. Yoru gently pushes Eiji's head from him.

" Your food is over there. " Eiji bends over to his hands and knees, he crawls to the other side of the table. He raises cautiously, careful not to have his head above Yoru's. Yoru watches him quietly eat, he blows smoke from his nose. Eiji looks up at him, Yoru's dark green eyes stare relentlessly back. Yoru tosses his dark curls back behind him, he taps the ashes from the cigarette down onto the floor. " Get the salt. " Eiji ducks his head down as he walks to the main kitchen, he reaches for a high up cabinet, the salt just out of his reach. Eiji lifts to his tiptoes, the salt-shaker finally in his grasp. He sharply inhales as it shatters on the floor in-front of him, he steps back.

" Gomen ne! " He exclaims. Yoru lets out a deep breath in frustration. Eiji drops down to quickly pick it up. " O-ne! " He pulls his hands back towards his chest. Yoru now stands, he walks towards him. Eiji tries again to clean it up.

" Come here. " Yoru says.

" Gomen ne, gomen ne, gomen ne- "

" Come here! " He demands, now livid. Eiji walks to him, head bowed. Yoru grabs his wrists, he leads them over to the counter. " Let go of the glass, Eiji. " Eiji releases the glass from his hands, Yoru lets him go.

" G-Gomenesai, Yoru-sama- " Yoru starts to unbuckle his belt, Eiji looks down at his feet, fear trickles down his spine.

" Hold your hands out in front of you. " Yoru demands. Eiji obeys. " Palms facing down, Eiji. " Eiji turns his hands to the other side. SMACK!

Eiji cringes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Eiji lets out small whimpers and gasps. The belt hits against his hands fiercely. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Eiji sniffles in, a tear rolling down his face. Yoru throws the belt to the floor, Eiji keeps his hands extended. Yoru wraps a hand around the back of his neck, pushing his head down, Eiji's golden bell jingles. He leads him towards the study, he lets go of his neck at the door. Yoru walks in, he sits at his desk chair. Eiji drops to his knees, hands still extended out to him. " Raise your ears, Eiji. " Eiji lifts his ears from his snow white hair, resisting the urge to force them back down. " Put your hands down. " Eiji puts his hands on his knees. " Get over here, now. " Yoru points down by his feet, Eiji obeys. Yoru unzips his pants, he grabs one of Eiji's hands and rests it between his legs, on his underwear, an unexplainable sensation sweeps through his body as he runs the boys soft touch across his erection. Yoru's body answers in accomplishment and pride. Eiji removes his hand from Yoru, his head bowed low. " You disobeyed me in the kitchen, Eiji. "

" Gomen ne " He replies, slightly louder than a whisper. Yoru strokes his length in his hand, grunting periodically.

" Look at me. " Eiji looks up at Yoru reluctantly.

" Pl- "

" Don't even finish. You're not getting out of this, this time. " Yoru informs him. Eiji looks at Yoru's chest, his eyes lock there. Yoru nips at his bottom lip now, already about to burst with excitement of Eiji's eyes on him. " Eiji, this is what you do to me. " He moans to him. Eiji's eyes stay on his chest. Yoru wipes Eiji's plump lip with his free hand, making sure to get a bit of wetness from his mouth, Eiji slightly edges back. Yoru swirls his wet thumb around the head of his dick, teasing himself with Eiji's saliva. Yoru grunts and bucks his hips into his hand, moaning and slightly licking at his bottom lip. Yoru grips firmly onto his hard-on, pumping like he'd do in the shower, when only thinking of Eiji. He squeezes under the head, finally showing Eiji what he'd been doing all along, when alone. Yoru moans louder now, pumping faster and wildly. His hips also involuntarily pump forward into his hand.

" Look- look at me, E-iji " Eiji's frightened eyes gleam up at Yoru, Yoru grabs one of Eiji's golden tinted ears, he strokes it rhythmically. Yoru grunts louder, his fingers press harder into the pale-honey colored ear, disrupting the fur. He feels his erection start to swell and fill, he grabs Eiji's shirt and pulls him closer.

" Please! "Eiji turns his head away. " I'll be good! " Yoru puts a hand behind Eiji's head, turning it back, he whimpers. His thick, white, sticky sex squirts onto Eiji's face. Jet after jet hits his face, releasing violent noises of pleasure from Yoru. He releases his head, pulling his underwear back over his length. Yoru steps past the still Eiji, he returns with a towel, wiping his sex from Eiji's face along with the tears that never escaped from the corners of Eiji's eyes.

" Don't ever, disobey me again. " Yoru walks from the study, slamming the door behind him.