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He gasped, throwing his head back, moaning..his member swelled and hardened, feeling hands slid up to his chest, feeling a biting sensation teasing his nipple. Then he realised what was going on. "Stop! What are you doing?!" he tried to push the burglar away who landed with a loud THUD.

He blinked. Burglar? He looked down at the groaning figure. The heavy smell of alcohol and sweat could choke him to vomit - in fact it was him too - when was that?! His thoughts screamed, struggling to piece the recent memories -

"Ah." He remembered. He had a - many - drinks with T-

"TEZUKA?!" Oshitari Yuushi scrambled frantically towards the headboard - and he thought his skull would smash as pain seared into him, reminding him that it was the wall that his head banged onto.

WALL?! The genius looked behind him - a white wall stretched all way to a bare ceiling [except for a fan of such apartment-design that he wondered when did he allowed such a UDT (unidentified disgusting THING) into his life] to - not his bedroom but - a place he could not recognise.

By now the figure named Tezuka was sitting on the UD - uh - carpet (looked plain but it looked as if of a nicer material so it's worth calling it by its thing-name) - NAKED.

"WHAT-" he looked away, realising he had been staring at the figure's member - still hard even after such a commotion. "T-t" he tried to speak but he couldn't. He felt feverish and his head started spinning. Shaking his head, face buried in his hands..I don't understand

A sob broke his train of thought.

He couldn't understand how he found the strength to move his limbs - indulging in that quick yet gentle brush furs of the blanket tingling onto his own member - kneeling in front of the figure whose body could rip in harsh uncontrollable sobs, supporting the well-angled jaws in his hands, gently guiding the tear-streaked face to his groin, feeling the cold hands wrapping around his skin seeking comfort, "Fuji.."

He understood. Understood it all. He lifted himself a little as he cupped the heart-broken lips to the warmth of his swelling and hardened self, gently prying the comforted man to open, feeling himself sliding into the biting sensation of the teeth, gliding along the little bumps of tastebuds - and a hard shove to the back of the throat, surprising the senses which resonded almost immediately as he felt the once cold hands fingering in the wet warmth of excitement.

NOW - his senses screamed as he shoved himself harder and faster and a sudden burst of ecstasy rushed out, weakened as he sank onto the carpet, gasping for every breath that he could muster as he felt hot breath sucking the life of his own. Wash your mouth..disgusting u -

His eyes flared open in shock, his cry of pain harshly muffled as he met the stone-hard glare of response - he found himself suddenly thrown face-down - he struggled, trying to break free but was trapped by a huge weight, a heavy choking smell of warmth filled with remaining traces of his own semen -

Stop - he pleaded, feeling the merciless painful shots deep within him.

Hot breath tingled his sensation as he heard the voice replied, "..but yesterday you-" his senses heightened as he felt the hard painful sensation into him once more - "LIKEd."

Oh he couldn't..just couldn't..he wanted all of it, forcing himself not to concentrate on a face and a body he knew so well. His muffled cries of struggle melted into endless begging for his captor to hold on a little longer, a little more, his anus sore with repeated rapes but he would not want this moment to pass, not even a millisecond..

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His handphone rang in the midst of climaxing - despite Atobe's protests Oshitari grabbed his handphone at the mere glance - faster than his narcissist-lover who was still caught-up in climax - of the name displayed on-screen.

"Na ya! i'm so getting into the shove of things -" he broke in shock as he heard loud music blaring into his eardrums - he recognised that place - long time ago he brought drunken Atobe back from there - and now that same Atobe - slumped in his couch, was glaring at him, lips stiffening a groan of pain as he held back forcefully, feeling the sudden rude coldness of the air on his fair-skinned self.

Oshitari sighed, he was drained out, hoping for himself to be the one to lie down and let someone sore his anus this time. As if in answer by a call, someone would give him a good-shove-of-a-night.

And this wasn't the first time he knew that he would enjoy - from that same someone.

He knew that that someone's lover had left him for no reason whatsoever - or it could be that someone whose stubborness had caused the problem - again. He remembered the coincidental bump-into which ended up an endless..skin-on-skin erect - hmm - conversation..

He sighed as he depressed the 'disconnect' button of his handphone. He walked towards the now-almost-hysterical-naggy bitch of his, zipping up the sulking man's pants, kissing him with the silkiest of tone he could manage - something about an eight-year-old-prodigy-girl who needed advice to finish a musical composition before flying with her father who needed to clinch an oil deal in a few hours' time - and walking away into his car - he'd rather drive on his own, good timing too as the chauffeur was sick.

His poker-face expression was wearing off as he tried to hold back his excited self, feeling his own member swelling and hardened, thoughts running wild remembering Tezuka's tight grip and hard shovings threatening to rip him apart in frenzied progression -

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NOW - he sighed as warm gushed right into him, feeling the hard pressure inside of him, his captor still pinning him down, not letting go.

The fear of loneliess swept into them once more as they had to hold back their seemingly-forever desire - until he shoved himself into his hysterical narcissist of whom had been waiting long for the moment of pleasure - trying not to think of his night-til-morning-captor who would be sliding his into that genius of a blue-azure eyes of a soft husky voice of an almost-female who could send all rationality out of anyone - and to which he himself had the gratifying pleasure of experiencing it - once - many years ago.

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He laid alone in the hotel room, gazing up at the ceiling.

That megane-of-a-weeping-waltzing-cracker finally mustered up the courage and - without a word - left, flushed with - clumsy - embarassment.

He sighed, smoothening the strands of his blue hair as he forced himself to get up as he - felt - the vibrations of his handphone.

Hysterical Narcissist would be hopping mad by now waiting too long - he let that thought passed again - as the message displayed sent all rationality out of Oshitari Yuushi.

"Cuming to thank you for taking care of Tezuka

Fuji"