CHAPTER 114

Gen moved as he felt a hand run though his hair. Groaning he opened his eyes and met with brown.

"Mitsu..." He said groggily. "What are you doing back?"

"You know it's two in the afternoon." He said as he watched the others eyes widen.

"I'm late. Where's Sei and Syu? They said they would be back just before one." Sitting up he looked around the room. "Where's Ryoma?"

"Drinking ponta. Syu and Sei have gone to the town and will be back later. They tried phoning, but you didn't pick up." Nodding Gen stood, moving his neck until he hear a satisfying click. With that the vice-captain got sorted before leaving the house.

Ryoma stood at the kitchen door watching as Mitsu went though the cupboards trying to find something he could eat without having to prepare first. Giving up, he finally sat on one of the kitchen chairs. He looked as Ryoma just kept looking at him not even blinking. Frowning Mitsu suddenly remembered a picture of Horio picking on his cat. 'Time to tell him the truth.' The Seigaku captain thought with slight dread.

"Ryoma, do you know what a love bite is?" He said as he pushed his chair back and patted his lap for the boy to straddle it. Shanking his head, Ryoma closed his eyes as Kunimitsu started to give his neck small kisses. "It's another word for a hickey." He felt the boy stiffen as he pushed against his chest and pulled back slightly.

"Love bite? But does that mean it has the same meaning as a hickey." Mitsu gave Ryoma a soft smile. As if he was telling him that he was sorry for not telling the full truth.

"It is the same thing. Just another word for it. But I didn't lie when I said that it was a gift in some way. Letting someone put one on you can mean that you trust them with your body and it's a way of them telling others that your taken." He tried not to show how amused he was at seeing Ryoma blush and look away.

"But I gave both Syu and Gen one. It's bad right?" Ryoma felt hands on his cheeks. "I shouldn't of done that if I don't love them. It's your fault." He came to his final conclusion. "Why did you lie to me?" Mitsu managed to pull the boy back so they were chest to chest.

"Because back then you were so distant. Do you realize how afraid all of us are of losing you? And Syu really needed cheering up after you got upset when he wanted a kiss." Ryoma looked into his eyes. Biting his lip in thought he rubbed his nose against Mitsu's.

"Why tell me the truth now? You could of just not said and knowing me I would of eventually forgotten." The cat closed his eyes when he felt Mitsu kiss the corner of his mouth.

"I want you to understand what it means." Kissing Ryoma's cheek before going back to his original spot on the boy's neck. "Right here." He mumbled into the skin as he gently bit it, which earned his a small squeak from the cat. Breathing in, Mitsu took in the boy's scent as he started to suck causing a whimper to escape the younger one lips. Wanting to hear it again, he applied more pressure to the spot.

"Mitsu..." Ryoma moaned as his hands came up, running though the dark brown hair of the other. Wasting no time, Kunimitsu slid off the chair with his arms round the boy's waist and slowly lowered him to the kitchen floor. Laying him on the floor, he took his lips off the boy's neck and used his hand to support his body as he looked down. Ryoma felt slight unease at what was going to happen. From what he thought would be kissing had now, in his opinion turned into something more.

Mitsu didn't take in the cat's expression as he only stared at his neck, now seeing a mark appear. Leaning down he gave Ryoma a small kiss as if he was still trying to hold himself back. The Seigaku captain knew he had lost his will in all this. He wanted more and like hell he was going to stop after he has just gotten the boy under him like this. "I love you." He whispered and before he knew it he was back at Ryoma's throat, using one of his hands to lift the cat's top as he ran a finger over the scar going up his chest.

(Flashback / Ryoma POV)

I was afraid. Hands everywhere. Touching me. Holding me down. That was how I found myself.

Before I was sitting in the lab. Master had gone out saying he had some business to attend to. So here I was left with 5 scientists. Normally I would watch them to see if they were doing anything. The chain weighing my neck down and my hands chained behind my back. I stood. Walking to a far corner and slumped down.

Everyday became more and more of a struggle to keep what sanity I have left. That ounce left that made me deify the man that gave me a reason to live. I wanted to sleep more now. Just to close my eyes. I was always afraid though. The older I got the more frightened that I would once again find myself on that cold metal table unable to move.

I never took my eyes off the men. It was then that I noticed one staring at me, but not in the usual way. His eyes had gotten darker.

"Hey," I heard him say. "Since we have Beauty all to ourselves for a while, why don't we have a bit of fun. It's not like the master would know." They all exchanged glances before smiling. They turned their attention towards me and I knew I wasn't going to like this on bit. They approached me. Until one was standing right in front.

Reaching down he grabbed the metal collar and pulled me to my feet. "Come on Beauty. I want to try a little experiment with you." Dragging me across the room to one of the tables, I could feel my heart starting to race. Trying to move my hands which were bound behind me. "Now, now. We can't have you killing us today."

They laid me on my back. Unchaining my neck and strapping it down onto the table. The cuffs on my wrists dug painfully into my scarred back, where some of the wounds from punishments not long ago still needed much healing.

That's when I felt it. A hands slowly making it's way up my chest before stopping. As it descended back down the man doing the action commented. "It's a shame you're not at your full strength Beauty." He said mockingly. "If you were I'm sure you would enjoy this much more." My instincts kick in and I squeezed my legs together. I don't know why, but it felt right. Like they were going to do something to me in that particular place. I closed my eyes wishing this was just a dream.

I could hear a growl of disapproval coming from the man touching me. "Open his legs." I felt it. My knees being grabbed and forced apart.

"NO!" I roared. Something was terribly wrong. I don't want this. What is this anyway? A hand was rubbing the inside of my thigh. I was scared. As I was about to scream out once again a gun shot was heard and as if he heard my distress, I heard masters voice.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my Beauty?" More shots were heard. I could tell master was angry. After the fifth shot had sounded it was silent. I couldn't see what was happening my neck still tied onto the table. Something was running over my body. A liquid. I heard as foot steps approached and my master looked down at me. His eyes filled with hurt. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

My cheeks had tear tracks and I watched his face as he undid the bound round my neck. I was brought into a hug. Tighter and tighter he held, I felt myself being carried over to another table. He sat me on it and undid the cuffs on my hands. "I'm going to get rid of them. I'll come back in a bit. Then I'll wash you. Don't run." I watched as he took the now dead scientist and shoved them into another room. He'll probably get rid of them later. I saw him grab a bucket and left the room completely.

I'm beauty age 13. As I waited for his return, running away never once crossed my mind. When I needed him most he was always there. Never once did he let me do things alone. Waking up from being experimented on he was always standing over me. When I had killed someone he was always right beside me, weather it was to punish me for what I did or for comfort.

I watched as he came back in. A bucket full of water in one hand and in the other a cloth. But one thing I knew more than anything was that I never wanted to see that look of hurt in his eyes again. I will stay with master until he no longer needs me and by that point if he doesn't want me to exist I will happily die by his hand and his alone.

(End Flashback / Normal POV)