Author's Note:

-sigh- Is it really this hard to find a real life (male) uke? I feel like their everywhere online, even really cute ones exist on the internet. Perhaps I've just already dated the ukes in this area? Angst angst single angst. Oh well. I suppose I'll just right out my frustrations. Enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Six: Betrayal

"Shu-chan, are you feeling alright?" Yuki said as he sat down on the couch in their hotel suit. "You look pale. Perhaps the caffeine from that drink is disagreeing with you?" Shuichi just shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his throbbing temples. "Come sit next to me," Yuki commanded.

Collapsing on the couch nest to Yuki, Shuichi buried his head into his lover's head and tried to shut out the pain that shivered through every vein in his head. Yuki placed a large hand on Shuichi's forehead and felt his temperature. "I don't have a fever," Shuichi mumbled.

"No, you don't," Yuki said as he felt Shuichi's cheeks with the back of his hands, "If anything, you feel cold. Do you need a blanket or anything? I could turn on the T.V." Yuki started to stand but Shuichi just held onto his shirt and kept him in place.

"I don't need anything right now, just sit with me, Yuki." Shuichi took in a deep breath of Yuki's scent, the smell that had so often comforted him. This time, the second the air hit his nostrils, he shuddered and leaned over, feeling sick to his stomach.

"Shuichi!" Yuki said as he patted the boy's back, "What's wrong with you? If you throw up on me, you'll sleep outside tonight."

Smiling, Shuichi sat up straight and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Why are you also so mean to me? And all I ever do is love you." Shuichi nuzzled against Yuki's chest again, careful to breathe through his mouth to avoid smelling Yuki.

"I guess I just don't know any better," Yuki said while stroking his head, "But don't be so quick to make yourself into a victim. You know you love, you stupid masochist." Leaning over, Yuki kissed Shuichi's forehead and worked his lips slowly down to Shuichi's mouth.

"No, Yuki. I don't want to get you sick," Shuichi turned his head away and closed his eyes. The pain had begun to come in waves. Like water pounding against a sandy beach during the high tide. With each crash, everything would get a little deeper, just as the essence that brought this pain to Shuichi became fuller within him.

Taking Shuichi chin gently in his hand, Yuki turned the boy's head so that they were facing each other. "I'm a tough guy, Shu-chan. You're little singer germs don't bother me.

"But, Yuki-" Shuichi protested, only to be silenced when Yuki pressed his finger against his lover's delicate lips.

"You're mine. And all I want right now is to taste you flesh." Yuki closed his eyes and leaned in. Shuichi cooed and smiled, waiting for the kiss.

The second Yuki's warm lips touched Shuichi's mouth, Shuichi stood up, overcome by powerful nausea and ran to the bathroom, leaving Yuki alone and confused on the couch.

Crouched over the toilet, Shuichi emptied the contents of his stomach and collapsed on the marble flooring. Slowly lifting himself, he stood on his shaking feet and turned to look at himself in the mirror.

Everything had begun to grow blurry, and the glass before him looked warped and distorted. He wasn't even sure if he could see his own reflection in the mirror anymore. Turning on the faucet, he let the water grow warm before cupping some in his hands and splashing it across his face.

The droplets ran over his face and flooded every pore. Filling his lungs with the steam that had begun to rise from the hot water, Shuichi opened his eyes and faced the mirror again.

A.F. was staring back at him. Throwing himself against the back wall, Shuichi opened his mouth and tried to scream, but no sound could escape from his now dry throat. Through the mirror, he could hear A.F. laughing at him.

Grabbing the doorknob, Shuichi tried to force it open, but found that it turned slippery in his hand and refused to turn. Instead, he raised his fist to bang on the door, hoping Yuki would hear and come save him.

Reaching from out of the mirror, as if the glass were nothing but mere fog, A.F. grabbed Shuichi' wrist and pulled him away from door. A.F. ran his long, warm tongue against Shuichi's shivering skin and smiled. "It's been so long since I've been able to taste your sweet flesh, my boy."

Shuichi wanted to scream Help me, Yuki! Get K! He's Back! But the presence of the figure leaning out of the mirror was so powerful that all he could do cower and tremble while those long, cold fingers touched his body.

"Don't be so scared," A.F. said as he brushed a loose strand of pink hair out of Shuichi's eyes. "I'm not going to hurt you. This is all in your mind." A.F. forced a kiss onto Shuichi's mouth and pushed his tongue down Shuichi's throat. With the force of a freezing gust of wind, Shuichi suddenly found himself sobbing on the bathroom floor.

Looking around, Shuichi gulped cold air into his lungs as he searched everywhere for a sign that A.F. was there. Shuichi stood up, raised his courage; then looked into the mirror again, only to see himself looking back.

I don't what the hell you're looking for.

Shuichi spun around. He had just heard A.F.'s voice!

Stop making a damn fool of yourself. I told you that I'm in your mind.

Bracing himself against the sink, he fought back stinging tears as he mumbled, "Please. Please just leave Yuki and me alone. We haven't done anything to you… Just let us be happy."

Booming laughter erupted in his thoughts. What? A.F. demanded, And miss all this fun?

Shuichi raised his hand to smack himself in the face, hoping to shake his mind free. Instead, He found his hand was lowering itself and sliding down his pants. "What the hell are you doing?!" he shouted.

Mmm, I need you nice and hard for what I'm planning. Ha ha ha! In fact, I don't need you awake for what I'm planning at all. You can go to sleep now.

"Get the hell out of my head!" Shuichi screamed. "I won't let you hurt Yuki! Never! I'll kill myself first!" Shuichi fell to his knees and threw open the drawer connected to the sink. In it were some sleeping pills Yuki occasionally used to help him rest. Breaking the seal and spinning off the cap, Shuichi held the pills to his lips just as he heard Yuki knock on the door outside the bathroom.

"Shuichi! What's wrong? I heard you scream," Yuki said as he tried to pull open the door. "Unlock the door before I have to break it down. Do you hear me? Dammit, Shuichi, answer me! Are you ok?"

Choking through the thick tears that ran in rivers down his face, Shuichi whispered, "I'm so sorry, Yuki… but, I love you so damn much. I won't let that monster hurt us, not again."

"Shuichi!" Yuki shouted again, "I'm going to break the door down! Answer me now!" Yuki raised his foot and smashed it against the wood. A crack ripped through the wood but the door held.

Thinking of Yuki's face, Shuichi smiled and tilted the bottle back, letting countless pills fall into his mouth. He threw the bottle to the ground and cleared his head. Don't do this, Shu-chan. I won't let you!"

"Don't you ever call me, 'Shu-chan,'" Shuichi forced the pills down his throat and slumped onto the floor. His vision grew foggy as he heard Yuki's foot pound against the door again. More cracks, but the solid wood still held.

No! his thoughts raged. Your body. His head began to spin as he noticed his hand rising by itself again and crawling towards his half open mouth. Belongs. Fingers erect, Shuichi's hand forced itself to the back of his throat, causing Shuichi to gag and his stomach to churn. To. Shuddering, a long stream of vomit pumped itself through Shuichi's throat and splashed across the floor, carrying the pills with it. "Me," A.F. said through Shuichi's voice just as Yuki burst through the door and picked Shuichi up in his arms.

"Oh my god, Shuichi!" He said as he held A.F.'s head close to his chest. "What the hell happened? Why didn't you answer?"

A.F. looked up at Yuki through Shuichi's eyes and smiled, "I felt really sick, so I took some pills that I thought were Motrin, but they were your sleep medicine. I got sick and threw them up before passing out."

Yuki kissed A.F.'s forehead and patted his pink hair. "Fuck, you have to stop scaring me like this, you damn brat." Yuki chuckled and carried A.F. out of the bathroom and laid him down on the couch. "Stay here," I'm going to get you some clean pajamas to change into."

Sitting up, A.F. wiped the corner of Shuichi's mouth and laughed. He unbuckled Shuichi's pants and sat there, waiting for Yuki to return.

Walking back into the room, Yuki threw some silk pajama pants next to A.F., "Put these on. I'll send your clothes out to be dry cleaned."

"Are we going to fuck tonight?" A.F. asked in Shuichi's innocent voice.

"What?" Yuki said as he sat down on the chair. Watching A.F. stand up, Yuki suddenly felt a strong essence of fear radiating from the body of the one who looked like his lover.

A.F. laughed hysterically, "Yuki, I want to slide my cock into your ass. Ha ha! Mmm, biting and scratching! Would you let me carve my name into your bare back?"

"What the hell is wrong with you, Shuichi?" Yuki asked as he stood up and tried to walk to the door, only to have his wrist grabbed A.F. and his hair pulled back to the small body.

"What's so hard to understand, idiot writer?" A.F. asked as he slid a hand down the back of Yuki's pants. "I want to fuck you. Is that so hard to understand?" All of A.F.'s strength was coursing through Shuichi's muscles. Yuki yelped as he felt A.F. push his finger into his tight hole. "Look! Your slutty pussy wants it, ha ha ha!"

Trying to shove A.F. off, Yuki saw a hand fly in from the corner of his left eye and smack him across the face. A fist pounded into his gut as an elbow cracked across his back. Lying on the floor, he looked up at Shuichi's body and tried to stand, only to feel a foot crash into his ribs.

"Sh-Shuichi," he stammered, "What th-the fuck?" Yuki shuddered as he felt his pants and underwear get ripped off. His bare flesh exposed, Yuki clenched as he felt flesh press against him.

"Now, Yuki dear," Shuichi's voice said, "If you tighten your hole like that, it will only hurt so much more." A hand grabbed onto Yuki's hair and smashed his face against the floor. Spasming with pain, Yuki loosened just long enough for A.F. to plunge Shuichi's dick deep into his ass.

Yuki screamed as a trickle of blood ran down his chin and dripped onto the floor. Clawing against the floor, he struggled to escape. Shuichi's dick kept pounding into him. No matter what, it wouldn't stop. Giving up, Yuki slumped to the floor and waited for the monster, who he thought loves him, to finish.

Tears pooled against his eyes before breaking free and streaming down his cheeks. Whispering, he said, "First Kitazawa, now you."

He felt hot semen burst from the penis and dribble into his ass. Turning around, he glared at Shuichi's body and pulled himself away. A.F. just stood up and laughed at him. "Useless whore," A.F. said as he pulled up Shuichi's pants. "At least your tight and warm."

Yuki wiped his eyes dry and screamed. "How could you, bastard!" he shouted at A.F. in Shuichi's body. "You know what I've been through!"

A.F. chuckled and replied, "Of course I do… That just makes it all the more funny. Ha ha! You're so adorable when you're furious like this."

"Explain yourself, asshole."

A.F. pretended to think for a moment. "Well, I felt like I wanted to rape you, so I did. You are a very nice piece of meat. It's a shame your sensei will never know what he missed out on."

Fighting back his tears, Yuki pointed at Shuichi's body and said, "I killed him without hesitation. If I had a gun right now, I'd blow out your fucking brains as well." Yuki turned around and made for the door. "I'm leaving you. Keep the fuck out of my life from now on."

Sitting down on the couch and leaning back, A.F. said, "Fine by me. Don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. I doubt it can handle much more abuse."

Yuki screamed again and picked up a vase full of roses and chucked it at Shuichi's head. It shattered on the wall next to the boy's body. Opening the door, Yuki stormed out of the room and slammed it shut behind him.

Once alone, A.F. burst out into a booming laughter that shook him to the ground. Rolling around, he shriek with joy and tugged on Shuichi's hair. "Excellent job! Wonderful! Now! Now let the games begin!"

A cold burst of wind shook the room and A.F. was gone from Shuichi's body, leaving the small boy asleep on the floor. Unaware of the horrors that his body had just committed. Dreaming about waking up next to Yuki tomorrow and kissing the man he loved. Dreaming about what life was like before this nightmare had begun.

After Note:

Well there you go. A.F. has knocked over the dominoes and is now watching them clash together. One thing I hate about some sequels is that they just seem to be rewritten versions of the first one. Maybe different characters, but about the same events. So, while writing this, I'm trying to avoid making it like the first one. I want things to be fresh, to take you down turns you never expected. However, I've picked up on some key similarities. Perhaps the more things change the more they stay the same? Anyways, I hope my story still provides a fresh thrill to you and your are enjoying the experience ^^

Your humble author,

-Allen Frost