A/N Chapter 3!

Not much to say here, other than: here comes the smut~ o3o

Also, I forgot to mention in my warning in the first chapter that there will be OOCness~ like Takahiro for instance.

But you probably figured that out already.

Anyway, here's Chapter 3!

Misaki's eyes widened in shock. "W-what?"

"You're mine," Takana repeated. "I bought you, you're my slave," he said as he brought a hand to Misaki's cheek, caressing it. "So soft," he whispered.

Misaki did not move, he couldn't. He couldn't speak, or think. He couldn't take anything in. He heard Takana, but couldn't process the information. Takana took advantage of Misaki's silence.

"Don't understand?" he asked. "Well then, let help you to understand." He suddenly grabbed Misaki's wrists which still had the broken chains around them, and forced him down onto the bed. Misaki was too shocked over it all to react until it was too late. Takana had him pinned and was towering over him with a devilish smirk on his face.

"W-wait!" Misaki cried, weakly trying to push the older man off of him. "What are you doing?!"

"Exposing you to the irrevocable situation in which you have found yourself," Takana hissed before forcefully shoving his lips against Misaki's in an intoxicating kiss.
Misaki's eyes widened with panic and fear when he came to his senses. He turned his head to the side to make it stop, but no matter what he did, Takana was there, shoving his tongue in Misaki's mouth and exploring every inch of the cavern. Tears rolled down Misaki's cheeks. He felt dirty and tainted. His life had been nothing but a hellish nightmare for the past ten years, but he never saw himself in this situation. Takana finally broke the kiss, looking down at Misaki who was gasping for air.

"P-please..." Misaki whimpered. "Please stop this!"

"You don't tell me what to do, love, I tell you. Now, take that coat off."

Misaki's eyes shut tight in fear. "N-no! Please! Let me go!" Misaki squirmed forcefully under Takana's grip.

"My, my, this is a surprise," Takana said lowly. "They said you wouldn't put up a fight. It seems as though I've been lied to." Misaki's struggling ceased when he heard Takana speak. His eyes opened in fear. "No matter," Takana said, holding Misaki down tighter, causing him to wince in pain. "It only gives me the honor of teaching you to never put up a fight against me."

He moved Misaki's wrists to one hand, holding them in place while his free hand found its way to the coat, parting the fabric to expose Misaki's chest. He rubbed his hand up and down the fair skin, causing Misaki to gasp and flinch in surprise. "I've barely touched you, and you're already jumping? This will be fun... they did say you were a virgin after all... I bet you've never been touched like this."

Misaki swallowed hard. He wanted to protest but he couldn't find the words. He couldn't find the strength to speak at all. He felt too scared and too sick, and continued to struggle.

Takana's hand sneaked up Misaki's chest until they reached one of his small pink nipples, squeezing it and rolling it in his fingers teasingly. Misaki's back arched at the sudden intense feeling. He cried out loudly, still swaying back in a desperate attempt to escape. Takana leaned down and brought his lips to Misaki's neck where he planted kisses, and bit and sucked rather sensitive parts of that area. Misaki moaned louder in discontent, tears still rolling down uncontrollably as his efforts to get away became more and more useless. He was already weak from his painful past, and this current situation, and from the sudden sexual contact with this man that he didn't even know.

"Stop! Why are you... aaahhhh!" Misaki cried when Takana's mouth left his neck and moved to his other nipple and began to suck there. "Please! No more!" Misaki pleaded, but Takana did not stop. "Please!"

Takana chuckled darkly. "You're saying no, stop, but just look how hard and wet you're getting for me, love..."

Misaki's eyes shot open. Was he really becoming aroused from this? He felt horrified, but his body was betraying him. This was only the beginning he realized, when Takana slid down further to find Misaki's length and take it in hand. Misaki gasped louder than ever. Takana stroked it frantically, determined to pleasure his slave into complete obedience. However, Misaki saw the situation differently. He cried out into the night as he was violated. The intense feeling of Takana's strong hands on his manhood were too much for him to handle. He felt a pool of need forming in his stomach. Afraid of the foreign feeling, Misaki continue to plea. "Stop! Stop... I can't... I can't take it anymore...!" Misaki cried.

"I've barely even touched you," Takana said huskily. "But you look like you're about to come already."

Misaki didn't understand, but what Takana had said must've been what he was feeling deep down. It grew stronger and stronger by the second until Misaki released a loud cry, and a flash of white liquid spilled from his abused member. Misaki laid still, breathing heavily. Takana brought his white-coated hand to his face, licking off the substance as if it were a rich chocolate.

"Mmm, seems I was right," he said. "All it took was a few strokes in a matter of minutes to make you scream in pleasure. Honestly, love, I had no idea you were such a slut."

Misaki continued to cry pitifully, taking in Takana's harsh words. His mind was lost and his emotions stirring.

"Please..." Misaki whispered again. "No more..."

Takana chuckled before kissing Misaki forcefully on the lips again. Misaki didn't struggle this time, he didn't want to upset Takana any further. He just wanted this to end. Takana pulled away, looking down at Misaki. "Oh, you poor little thing... the fun hasn't even started yet," he said darkly.

Misaki's breathing sped up uncontrollably as his fear ate him more and more from the inside. "No... no..."

Takana hoisted Misaki's legs over his shoulders in a penetrative stance. Misaki began to struggle once again against Takana, knowing what was about to come but didn't want to believe it.

"No!" He continued to scream.

"I can't let you have all the fun, love," Tanaka cooed as he shoved his pants down, revealing a rather large erection. He positioned himself in front of Misaki's small entrance.

Misaki panicked unbearably. He had lived in a room for years but even he knew that in this situation, the victim, especially virgins, required gentle care and preparation. Takana neglected to take mind to any of these needs, and Misaki could feel his rotten heat poking his own entrance. The fear was overwhelming, Misaki couldn't take it anymore. He lost all sense as he began to feel very hot and tense.

"No... no... NO!" Misaki screamed, kicking Takana in the face. Takana mewled in pain as he fell back, collapsing to the floor after falling off the end of the bed. Not having time to feel surprised at himself for taking action, Misaki immediately sprang out of the bed and ran for the door. He was still uncoordinated from the drugs the auctioneers used on him, but he kept going as fast as his legs could carry him. He ran out of the room and stopped, not knowing where to go next. He looked around the room quickly, looking for the front door. This apartment was small, so he found it quickly and made a break for it. He was surprised to feel two strong arms grab him by the waist and yank him back.

"No!" Misaki screamed when he predator caught him. "Let go of me!"

"No," Takana breathed darkly, obviously displeased with Misaki's behavior. "You're mine."

"Let... me... go!" Misaki kicked and screamed and did everything in his power to escape. He elbowed Takana in the stomach, clawed his face with his fingernails, and threw his head back to pop Takana in the face, but all was in vain. Finally, he turned around and kicked Takana right in his erection, finally causing him to collapse once more and release his hold in Misaki. Misaki once again ran for the door, and made it out this time.

The building that topped the men's club was quiet. It was well past the middle of the night, and two men walked out of the front doors, locking them behind them and shutting off the lights. A silver-haired man from a hot red sports car watched them as they did so.
The man sighed and snuffed out his cigarette.

I'm too late... the auction has already ended.

He laid back in his seat with a look of concern on his face. After a few hurtful, silent moments, he started up the car again and began to drive home.
He stopped at a red light, which was uncanny for the time being. Nobody was around, the light had no reason to be red. He sat for a few moments, waiting for it to turn green. When it failed to do so, he was a second away from simply running it, when he noticed something run out of the shadows of a building on the other side of the intersection. It caught his attention, and he drew it to that direction. He squinted when the figure came into the light, ran to the right and just kept running.

Is that... no, it couldn't be... could it?

He shifted into the right turn lane and turned right himself, following the questionably unidentified person.

A/N Misaki is stronger than he looks! And..

We finally saw Akihiko! But, he's acting a bit strange.

Like he knows Misaki from somewhere already.

How is this possible?! *dramatic gasp*

TBA. (: I'm off to sleep. I will most likely update tomorrow! Good night! Thanks for reviews! And if you haven't, please R/R! It's very inspiring!

-Tiny