Recap: Rikuo makes a move on Kazahaya that the boy interprets as a love confession, but turns out… he was simply horny. Hurt and confused to the extreme, Kazahaya buries his feelings and turns their situation into a “friends with benefit” thing, on the condition that Rikuo only goes with him – he agrees… but why? Guilt… or something more? Now we can continue.

Chapter #7: Questions

Written in 3rd person limited – Rikuo’s, to be exact

Saiga said something today that pissed him off. Kakei agreed. It pissed him off even more. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He wanted to punch those bastards. He wanted to scream… No. He wanted to fuck Kazahaya into the sheets until he could force a scream from those thin, pouty lips – and keep going until he…

Fuck. Just thinking about it…

It was Wednesday, which meant Kazahaya was in the back room… which was perfect. There was something completely and wonderfully impersonal about fucking in a storage room – really anywhere outside the romantic bedroom setting could do it.

Rikuo located the boy easily enough and could only think about kissing him, driving him against the nearest wall and going at it. His large had covered the boy’s small shoulder, guiding him to turn around, see him, fall into the kiss he was about to –

Except… he spoke before he had a chance to cover it. “Hey… Rikuo? I was just wondering –”

Fuck. Conversation. He groaned unenthusiastically. “Yeah?”

“I was wondering about, um, well… (he slid back a step and lowered his gaze) I mean, Kakei-san and Saiga-san said that you, um… well…Tsukiko-san.”

“They told you about Tsukiko-san?”

Kazahaya looked startled at the hard edge the other’s voice had taken. He seemed to have already over-stepped boundaries, so he kept going with the rushed statement. “They said you were still in love so I was wondering if that was true.”

God-damn. Them.

“Gomenasai! I know it’s none of my business, but… I was just wondering-”

“Yes. The answer is yes, I still love her. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I mean,i-isn’t she-?”

“No, she’s not.”

Kazahaya fell silent, looking very much like he wanted to disappear. Rikuo felt he wasn’t in the mood anymore. He left abruptly, hell-bent on leaving. Kazahaya’s voice caught up to him with a single question. His anger spread widely to another person. Hell, it would spread to anyone that dared looked at him.

Fuck this job. And fuck these people.

He was going for a walk – a long, fuckin’ walk.

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Lightening. Thunder. It was storming outside. Not so much that he heard it as he was distracted somewhat, but, fuck, he could see it. The sudden light that tried to illuminate the dark room from such a small window. Didn’t do so well. It only seemed to echo the glistening swear between their bodies, pouring like the rain itself. Kaza had been even more quiet than usual – the escaped groan that was so heavily suppressed gave such a feeling of satsification, the little masochist beneath him now gasping every time he tugged his hair back, or sank his jagged nails into his flesh – even more so when he thrusted at a certain angle.

Gazing at his flushed cheeks after coming and cradling his trembling, warm body for the next hour in that cold storage room – all of this was not “love” and couldn’t be considered anything more than it was…

“Hey, if you’re so in love with Tsukiko-chan, then why have you started messing around with the young one?”

“Yes,exactly! Partaking in these sexual encounters with Kudo-san – is that not like you are cheating on her as she claim that she must still be alive.”

“Being with me, Rikuo… isn’t this… cheating?”

Sex wasn’t an act of love. It was just an attempt to coping.

-x- To Be Continued –x-

It’s been so long, dears. Can you believe me? How shameful… but I’m working on finishing this now, so better late than never! And besides, me writing when ideas spark is much better than it being forced. And if this whole feng shui/colorology experiment works… well, you’ll get a TON of updates out of no where. My last note is an apology on the extremely vague sex scene… there’s a reason for it, I promise.

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