Dead End

A loud moan escaped from Makoto's lips as Rin suckled on the most sensitive part of Makoto's neck. The redhead still knew every trick in the book to make Makoto stay with him, and not just stay for a lovely chat. No, the cherry-haired boy knew exactly what he was doing and he didn't give a fuck about the consequences.

"Rin, please stop," Makoto panted as he looked at Rin with wide eyes. It had gone far enough now but somehow, Makoto didn't have the strength to push Rin away. He knew he should do something to make the redhead stop but being this close to him brought back memories, delicious memories of a happy time together. Makoto never wanted to admit it, but he had missed Rin and all the pleasantries they'd shared over the past couple of months. Their relationship only lasted for about six months and it did more damage to the two than either of them wanted to admit. They broke each other and yet they kept coming back for more. Makoto thought that he could make Rin see what true love was all about but he failed. The redhead wasn't interested in that type of relationship, he only wanted Makoto for is damn sexy body. From time to time though, Rin found himself doing fluffy stuff with Makoto and he actually enjoyed those moments as well. After their relationship had ended with Rin saying "I've never loved you and I never will," something changed in Makoto. He would shy away from the thing he had wanted like nothing else in his life, love. He wasn't interested in that kind of relationship anymore, he once gave everything he had to Rin but it didn't seem to work. Makoto felt like he would cause himself pain only once in his life, so he abandoned the feeling of love altogether. He was a lot like Rin now, selfless when it came to physical interactions. It was all about the feeling of pleasure and there was no room for extremely long cuddles and romantic activities. Even when they were supposedly not together anymore, they would sometimes find each other in the dark, waiting and yearning for each other. It didn't mean anything anymore, or at least, that was what they kept telling themselves.

Makoto thought back of Haruka while Rin was still attacking his neck with ferocious bites and nips. He realised that he was being extremely selfish by using Haruka for his own physical needs. Perhaps he should talk to the raven-haired male to see what he wanted and needed.

"Fuck it Rin, get off of me now," Makoto said while pushing the redhead back. Rin was startled and a look of confusion was mixed into his eyes.

"The fuck is wrong with you, you know you want it," Rin growled loudly as he tried to push Makoto back onto his back.

"I can feel it right here," Rin pressed his palm firmly against Makoto's growing bulge and the olive-haired male couldn't help but gasp loudly. Makoto hated his body for reacting so strongly towards the redhead. Would it ever end or would Rin have some sort of power over him for the rest of his life?

"We really shouldn't do this," Makoto panted as Rin pulled his T-shirt over the olive-haired male's neck. Makoto's bare chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart and body betraying his soul.

"Why not, it's not like we haven't done it before," Rin smirked against Makoto's chest before toying with one of Makoto's nipples. The olive-haired male shivered and he found it hard to make Rin stop. If he had any sense of rationalism left, it was now scurrying out of the door.

"Just give in already," Rin growled in Makoto's ear and when their lips collided, Makoto was done for.

Haruka opened his eyes slowly, getting used to being awake. His eyes darted to his right, in hopes of finding the person that had left him a few hours ago. He growled when he realised he was all alone. His lips twitched in aggravation because Makoto always keeps his promises. With a deep sigh, Haruka rolled out of the bed to check upstairs. His hopes were shattered when he realised he really was all alone. There was no sign of the olive-haired male anywhere and Haruka rolled his eyes. So much for keeping promises huh. The raven-haired male shrugged his shoulders and headed into his kitchen. A good breakfast would probably do wonders on his very sour mood. He yearned for Makoto to come back because there was still a certain amount of sexual tension lingering between them, the memory of Makoto's delicious promise still sent tingles through Haruka's body. He made his breakfast but his focus was rather off so he burned his wrist while trying to grab the pan that was about to clatter to the ground. Haruka was able to save the pan and the fish, however, his wrist was burned and he winced in pain. He turned off his stove and held his wrist under a stream of cool water. He cursed himself for not being able to forget Makoto for more than a minute. He wanted to kick himself in the balls, if that was even possible. Or maybe he should kick Makoto? The thought made Haruka smirk even if it only lasted about one second because his burn was sending flares of pain through his body. He growled as he removed his wrist from under the water. He set off to find the first aid kit to tend to his wound.

When Makoto returned to his own house, he was dead tired. Rin had drained every ounce of energy and the olive-haired male just wanted to crawl into his bed to get some rest. Before he did that though, he went into the bathroom to get freshened up a bit. Rin's scent mixed with the heady scent of sex still lingered on his body and he wanted none of it anymore. After his quick shower, Makoto dared to glance at his naked body in the bathroom mirror. His eyes widened as he saw several love-bites spread across his chest. He knew the one in his neck belonged to Haruka but all the other ones were gracefully placed by a certain redhead. He winced as he slowly touched them because the skin was extremely sensitive. With a deep sigh, the olive-haired male left the bathroom, he would find some way to cover them up later. When he dropped down on his bed, he instantly fell asleep, barely mustering up enough energy to pull the covers over himself.

Haruka was utterly bored and he decided to pick up his cell phone. Perhaps a little text message would remind a certain olive-haired boy about his promise.

Where are you? I've been a good boy by waiting for you, but now I'm getting a little bit impatient.

Haruka was pleased with his message and hit the send-button. Now he would just have to play the waiting game. Normally, Makoto would always instant reply to any message he received from the raven-haired male since these types of message were so rare. Haruka had a cell phone but he hardly ever used it, he deemed it to be too much of a hassle. When Haruka didn't receive an answer after half an hour, he became angry, furious even. How could Makoto leave him hanging like this? He decided to run up to the Tachibana residence to go check up on him. Makoto was alone since his family was away on a camping trip. It was the first time that Makoto didn't join his family because Haruka had been a bit sick when they left two weeks ago.

The raven-haired male found himself standing in front of the door. He wondered whether he should ring the bell but he decided against it. He decided for a more sneaky approach by using the hidden key to let himself in. He called out to Makoto softly but when he received no reply, he was getting a bit worried. Perhaps the olive-haired male wasn't home? Haruka grumbled and made his way upstairs. He checked the bathroom and when he noticed the windows were still a little damp, he knew that Makoto had taken a shower a while back. He furrowed his brows and walked into Makoto's bedroom. He sighed a deep sigh of relief when he saw Makoto snoozing on his bed. Haruka softly crept closer, a wicked gleam forming in his eyes when he noticed that Makoto wasn't wearing that much clothing. Haruka could feel his body burn with yearning but he was startled when he stood next to the sleeping form of his best friend. Haruka noticed several small and round bruises on Makoto's chest and the raven-haired male tilted his head slightly. He took a closer look and then his eyes shot up to Makoto's neck. He smiled when he saw the mark he had placed the night before and then realisation hit him. He had similar marks on his chest but they did not belong to Haruka. The raven-haired male felt a twinge of jealousy stab his heart and he could only imagine what had happened. He growled loudly as he tried to gaze at anything but those damn fucking bruises across Makoto's chest. It was like they were taunting Haruka and he felt a rush of fury run through his mind and body. He wasn't stupid, he knew exactly who did this and Haruka could not believe Makoto would leave him for Rin… Fucking Rin of all people. When Haruka pictured Rin in his swimsuit he could only feel even more frustrated. Of course Makoto would go back to him, Rin was fucking gorgeous and ever since he got that fucking nipple ring, Haruka thought Rin was even more sexy than ever. He didn't feel the same way about Rin though, there was only one person that Haruka wanted to fuck and apparently, he was not the only one.

"Haru?" Makoto looked up at the raven-haired male with sleepy eyes and the latter could only groan in frustration. His thoughts had made him even more confused and he felt sick to be honest.

"Where the fuck did you get those?" he asked while pointing at the obvious marks on Makoto's chest. The olive-haired male cast a glance along his chest and he sighed deeply. He wouldn't be able to come up with some silly story to cover up what he had done earlier.

"They're from Rin…"

I'm having so much fun writing this story lately so I hope you're having as much fun reading! Thank you all so much for reading! :)

Lots of love!