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Makoto started to feel alert by the man's kindness. He remembered his older sister's words that he had to be careful in the big city. Not everyone's kindness was pure like in the rural area. And since he's too cute, he could be a target of kidnapping and human trafficking, she said. Recalling this, the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

But he really needed to find the exit. So, for a mean time, he'd tag along, and then find himself to go separated way after reaching the exit. If something's went wrong, then he'd just have to fight his way out or die trying.

"What's the matter? You seem so tense," the man asked, rubbing the boy's shoulder.

Makoto winched, he didn't used to be touched like that by someone who wasn't his relatives. He slid himself away from the man's embrace and grinned sheepishly.

"Uh, I-I'm sorry..." he hung his words, couldn't find the perfect sentence to explain.

The man smiled and patted his head gently, but seeing the boy winched again, he took back his hand.

"No, my apologize," he said, "I shouldn't touch you so casually since we just met."

Makoto just bowed apologetically and kept his distance a little from the man.

When they reached the west exit, the boy bowed once again as his gratitude and excused himself.

"Wait," the man called, "My chauffer will come to pick me up in a minute. I can ride you to your brother's apartment if you wanted to."

The boy shook his head, "There's no need. Thank you for your kindness, I'm fine from here. I-I'll just take a cab there. Once again, thank you."

He bowed once more and ran himself away from the man who called him and asked for his name. But Makoto didn't hear it and jumped right away to the first taxi he saw.

He sighed in relived and gave Kyou's address to the taxi driver. As the taxi drove away, he glanced back and saw a black Mercedes pull over near the man. The chauffer walked out of the car and opened the passenger door and let the man enter. Before he entered, he glanced at the taxi Makoto was riding and their eyes met. The boy quickly turned his head to avoid the inevitable eye contact.

As the taxi ran further from the station, he slapped his head in realization. That man was an attorney, wasn't he? So he couldn't be possibly kidnapping him, right? He acted like an idiot by overreacting and being embarrassed by it. Rumpling his hair, he blamed his older sister secretly for making him paranoid.



On the first day he arrived on his older brother's apartment, he could sense that something was different with him. He was still as nice as he used to be, but he seemed sad, and happy, and confused. He seemed... falling in love.

Kyou said he had a fight with his lover and broke up.

Jealousy was built up inside Makoto's stomach. He loved his brother too much, but he realized that it was impossible for the two of them. They're both male, and related by blood. He jested by trying to kiss Kyou, and directly rejected.

He was almost crying, but somewhat managed to cover it up as a joke.

That night, while his brother was asleep, he kissed him.

"I'm sorry Kyou-chan. I love you..." he whispered.



Though Makoto was jealous over his brother's lover, but he didn't want to see him sad. So he urged him to make up with his lover. And to his surprise, Kyou's lover appeared on their doorstep and was a male!

Once again, if it was for his brother's happiness; it didn't matter whether Kyou had a boyfriend or a girlfriend, as long as he's happy, he'd be happy too.

Excusing himself to buy oolong tea at the convenient store nearby, he went away to let those two lovebirds making up and by the time he came back to pick it up, they're really 'making up' in the broad daylight. Didn't know where else to go, so he guarded the front door and shooing everybody who stopped at the door by the 'curious' sound from inside.

Several days later, Kyou moved in to his lover's luxurious mansion and left his old apartment to Makoto who couldn't get another convenient yet cheap apartment like this.



Somehow, somewhere along the way, between the first day after Makoto arrived at Tokyo and before Kyou moved from the old apartment, Makoto got a job in a law firm.

He didn't want to go to college since he didn't have the brain like his older sister or skill like his big brother. So he decided to work right after graduating from high school. His parents were worried about his future, since a high school grad can only worked as a part timer or some other labor job.

To his luck, Himekawa, one of Kyou's friends from college [different major], said that the law firm he was having internship on needed an errand boy, and said that Makoto was the perfect candidate for it. He said; a good looking pretty boy such as Makoto would be an eye candy for the gloomy law firm.

So, he took the boy to the law firm and introduced him to the personnel manager, and he got the job on the spot.

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It was a cold and gloomy winter night. The young man didn't have to check his watch to look at the time; he knew it was already passed midnight.

The last train had stopped running, and he was too broke to ride a cab. He went to a friend's apartment nearby, but he had already moved. And worse, his cell phone battery had just dried out, right at the moment he wanted to call someone to pick him up.

So he was thinking of sleeping in the park bench for a while until the first train started running. But it seemed the weather didn't agree with him. It was already in the middle of December, and it was snowing a little, if he slept in the park with only jacket he wore, he'd definitely be in the hospital the very next day for having pneumonia, or even worse, he'd end up in a morgue.

Well, perhaps a fire from the homeless men in the park can help a little, he thought.

Though the young man had a handsome face, it was covered by his damp, messy hairstyle—which was looked like it hadn't been washed for a week, and his jacket and jeans were worn of and tattered in some parts, since he didn't bother to treat himself to buy a new ones until the ones he wore were literally torn into pieces. Well, he did look like a bum, so other bums might have a pity at him and let him to warm himself with them.

So he went to the park and saw the light from a fire that came from woods burned in a drum, surrounded by homeless men and women with their removable cardboard houses or tents.

It looks warm, he thought, rubbing his palms together to warm it up.

He put his hands into his jacket's pocket and walked faster in the direction of them, before he heard a faint whizzing sound that came from behind the trees. He halted and sharpened his hearing. He was almost sure that it came from a gun silencer, which he often heard in movies. He shrugged it off since he thought it was impossible, and started walking again before he heard the bushes rustling, cracking twigs that had been stepped on, and a man in an overcoat bumped him as he walked hurriedly out from the bushes.

The bump knocked both of them a few steps back and he caught a glimpse of the man's face. He was around his thirties, slim faced, slanted eyes, thin eyebrow, pointy nose and chin, bucktoothed—well, overall he looked exactly like a fox. The man's eyes widened in surprise as he quickly draw—as what the young man saw was—a gun, with a silencer, from a holster inside his coat. Before the fox-faced man managed to pull it out, the young man screamed as loud as he could to draw attentions; "HELP!! THERE'S A MURDERER!!! HELP!!!"

The scream managed to draw the homeless' attentions, they turned their heads and started to gather themselves and walked toward the source of the scream.

The fox man clicked his tongue irritated, and turned his back before he dashed off from there.

"What? What happened?"

The bums started to questioning the young man who was—at that time—had shifted his sight from the running man and gazing at the bushes where a bloodied hand were poking from beneath it.

And screams broke into the air of that cold December night.




"Excuse me. Excuse me."

A detective was shoving his way into the crowded audience who was curious of the crime scene. A crowd of people—mostly homeless men and women—were surrounding the crime scene; a small woods in the park, where the police line had been spread around it to clear the scene from curious people. Still, people were gathered outside the police line and poking their heads over the ones in front of them to get a clear look. The detective had to open his way through the crowds with shouldering the gaps between men and women while excusing himself before he reached the police line, showing his badge to the guarding officers, and entered the crime scene.

The body had been retrieved and put into a black body bag and placed onto a stretcher. He stopped the paramedic and zipped off a part of the body bag to examine the victim. He winched as he saw a pale young woman's face, with her eyes open and stared into nothingness. He closed the woman's eyes before zipped the bag up and let the paramedic shoved the stretcher into the ambulance. The siren started blaring as it drove off of there.

"Where's the witness?" the detective asked one of the crime scene investigator who was scribbling something on his writing board. He was informed that they got a witness that had a clear look of the culprit.

The man cocked his head at one of the police cars that had its back door open where a young man were sat on the back seat with his feet out on the ground, slouching with a warm cup of coffee in his hands. Even though the coffee was warm enough with the white steam coiled out from the cup, the hands what were holding the cup slightly trembled, yet the police officer who was watching him didn't notice that.

He grabbed one of the police winter jackets that were hung on a broken branch of a tree while he was still busy examining the crime scene.

"Hey," the owner of the jacket noticed and protested.

"Sorry, let me borrow this for a while. I think the boy need this more than you do," he nodded at the young man on the back of the police car.

The police officer took a glance at him and shrugged, "Well, whatever. I just want it back when I'm done here."

"Sure, sure," the detective gave a light answer and left.

He approached the young man and gave a nod to the other officer that was watching him.

"I'll take it from here," he said.

The officer nodded before he left from his post.

"Here," the detective put the jacket over the young man's shoulder, "You seem cold," he gave his best friendly smile, made twin dimples appeard on both of his cheeks.

The young man sniffed and rubbed his red nose before saying thanks. He took a good look at this kind officer, from his look; he might be in his late thirty, quite handsome with a gentle fatherly look, a bit contrast with the obvious scar on his right eyebrow, near his temple. His hair was neatly combed to the back of his head, and his coat, shirt, and suit were ironed perfectly that it barely had a single crumple on it, even though he went out of his house in a rush at 3 in the morning.

He must have been married, then. But when the young man checked his left ring finger, there was no ring on it, only a mark on the flesh deepened by a ring worn for years that was just recently removed; a divorcee. So, even without his wife, this man was a tidy person.

The detective started to talk, "So..."

"I've already told the officers about what had happened," the young man cut through the detective's words bitterly, "If you want to know about it, just read the report. And I don't want to hear you say, "It doesn't matter, I want to hear it one more time." It's irritating." He was lowering his voice as he spoke the quoted sentence.

The detective laughed, "You, my boy, have watched too much movies."

The young man shrugged.

"So, what's your name?" the detective asked and gave an irritated look from the young man in return, "Yes, yes. You've given it too, and I'll just have to read the report. But, come on, how hard is it just to say your name? As the matter of fact, how rude of me, asking your name but I haven't introduced mine, I'm Murakami Haruo, and you are...?" he hung his words for an answer.

"Clever," the young man scoffed, "Luring me into an introduction so I'll say my name."

"You still won't give it? Actually, I'm a detective, you know," he fished out his wallet from his coat inside pocket and showed the badge and his ID to the young man. "So I have more authorities then most of the officers here."

"Fine," the young gave in, "I'm Arisawa Seiichi."

"There. That's not so hard. Nice to meet you, Arisawa-kun," Murakami smiled.

Arisawa sighed and rubbed his nasal bridge with thumb and forefinger, feeling tired, "Sorry, I was just a little irritated since it was a bad day, and I haven't slept, and it was already three in the morning, and my head was kind of dizzy because of booze."

"A goukon?"

"A messed up goukon," Arisawa scoffed, "Yeah."

"So, you've accidentally walked into the park after the goukon?" the detective asked.

"You're luring me again."

Murakami laughed, "Yeah, sorry. Bad habit."

Arisawa gave him the 'uh-huh' look, rolling his eyes.

"Ok,ok," Murakami put his hands out in the air, making a surrender gesture, shrugging, "I won't force you to tell." He crossed his arms on his chest then leaned on the car—right next to Arisawa.

There was a pause for a brief moment before Arisawa finally talked. "Well, he looked like this," Arisawa took out a small notebook filled with scribbles and a pen attached on its cover from his jacket pocket and scribbled a doodle on it before showing it to the detective.

"So..." the detective stared at the notebook page, "He, uh, looks like Suneo?"

Suneo was a character from one of the famous anime TV show, Doraemon. He practically looked like a fox, he's an arrogant rich boy.

Arisawa burst out into laugh, "When you said it like that, yeah, perhaps. Though, I originally wanted to draw him like a fox."

The detective hummed considerately. "This is a good picture though," he complimented, patting the notebook with the back of his hand.

"I can even draw you a more specific one if I had the right tool. Though I might not have it 100% accurate, since I only have a quick look of him," the young man said.

"You mean, you can draw us a profile picure?" Murakami asked in disbelief.

Arisawa shrugged, "Yeah. Consider you guys are lucky to have an illustrator as a witness."

"Why didn't you say earlier?!" the detective's voice rose a pitch higher for excitement.

"Well, no one practically asked the right question. They only asked me to describe verbally what the culprit looked like."

"Then why didn't you say you can draw him?"

"I just did."

The detective huffed. He just realized that the young man needed a little encouraging since he was a bit nonchalant about everything. He would only react if he was on the mood to. The right approach would be very effective rather than forcing him to do as he told.

"Ok then. We'll continue this tomorrow. It seems you're very tired."

A police officer protested when Murakami suggested the idea, but the detective hushed him with a wave of his hand.

"I said, we'll continue this, tomorrow," he repeated in strict tone, glaring sharply at the officer, who nodded obediently. He turned to the young man again, wearing his friendly face, "I'll drive you home. And please restrain yourself not to go anywhere recklessly since you're our precious witness. Please remember that the culprit might come after you because of it too. It's just the matter of time he'd know your identity. We'll place an undercover officer to guard your place."

Arisawa nodded.

"Put the jacket on," the detective told him, "And here," he pulled the officer's hat and put it on the young man's head. "Look down. cover your face with it, we don't want anyone to have a good look at you. We have some TV cameras standing there, if they have your face, you'll be in deep trouble."

Arisawa obediently walked between Detective Murakami and other officer who were guarding him from the reporters who shoved their mikes at him and asking non stop questions. He lowered the police hat so that his face wouldn't clearly seen.

Murakami shoved them away and giving them a "No comment," comment and left the pouting reporters behind.

They chose Murakami's normal car instead of the police car to avoid more attention. Some of the persistent reporters were chasing the car even as it drove away.

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Ever since he was a little boy, Ooguma Makoto was often mistaken as a cute little girl. Everyone would tell him that he was beautiful. Somewhat, he didn't resemble his male siblings at all. His father and older brother had this fierce look and large built, like their family name which literally means; "large bear". Even his twin little brothers showed the signs that they would grow like their father and older brother as they shot up right away when they reached their puberty.

As the second eldest son and the third child in the family, Makoto took his mother and older sister's feature. He had soft face feature, large round eyes, slim nose, and pointy chin. His hair was shoulder length, straight, black, silky, and fell perfectly over his shoulder. His mother and older sister forbid him to cut his hair shorter than that, since they thought it was a pity not to grow such a perfect hair like his. Though he hated that and persisted to grow it long, he subdued the demand. His height was average, with a slender body, and fair skin. Though there's muscles in the seemingly fragile body, it was perfectly hidden behind his clothes. He couldn't get tan, and couldn't make his body muscular like his father and older brother, though it was a relief for the rest of his family because they couldn't imagine a well built body came with such a pretty face.

He hated himself for it. Being popular with both male and female because of his pretty face, wasn't that convenient. Girls would fight over him and he was often being targeted by the boys that would end up in rape if he couldn't defend himself. That's why he couldn't befriend with anybody else.

His older brother, Ooguma Kyou, was his protector, fighting teacher, and his only friend. Kyou was the one who taught him the efficient way of defending himself. It wasn't Karate or Aikido or anything, it was a free fight style Kyou had developed after years of fighting experience [mostly because of misunderstanding since he had very offensive look even though he didn't mean to]. He was the kindest hearted person ever lived, despite of his fierce look and overgrown body. He wouldn't start a fist fight if it wasn't necessarily needed. Usually he would throw a punch after getting beaten pretty badly and ended up defeating his opponents.

They were so close, and Makoto loved and adored his big brother very much. So when he moved to the big city to go to college, it broke his heart into pieces. Makoto intended to move to Tokyo too after he graduated from high school.

And it was soon...




"Mom, Dad, I want to go to Tokyo after graduation."

He said, one night in the middle of January, just few months away to his graduation day.

"What? NO!" everybody in the dining table reputed; his mother, his father, his older sister, his twin younger brothers, and his little sister.

"But Kyou would take care of me there!" he persisted.

"Kyou must be very busy with college, and you know pretty well that he wouldn't—couldn't—refuse,” his mother rephrased her word, "You'll be a bother to him."

"I won't be a bother, then. I'll find my own place and lived on my own."

"Like you can do that," his big sister mocked.

"Yeah," the twins butted in, "Everyone spoils you too much, you can't go independent by yourself.”

"Mako nii-chan still needs to be pampered," his little sister added.

Those comments really pissed him off.

Makoto stood up and slammed the dining table with both hand irritatedly and shocked everybody else.

"Then I'll prove you're all wrong!!" he yelled before leaving the dining room and went upstairs to his room.




And so, he stubbornly left home soon after graduation, ignoring his mother and sisters who begged him not to go, also his twin brothers who mocked him by saying he's too dependant.

Only his father who gave him his blessing. Though right after his son had departed, the big old man got an earful bickering from the ladies in the house, he gladly sent his second son to see the world outside his own courtyard.




Tokyo was a 5 hours trip by train from his hometown, and it was exhausting even though all the boy did was sitting all the way.

He was bored and threw his sight to the outside view. A little further from his window pane, at the small road by the river, not far from the railroad, there was a man riding his old scooter with a huge backpack attached on his back. He wore a worn off jeans jacket which color had mostly faded away over his dirty white t-shirt—which color had turned brownish of the dust—and a jeans that ripped in some place. A helmet and goggles covered his head and eyes so he couldn't see his face clearly, but the man seemed to have big built and a part of his blonde hair that peeked beneath the helmet, blown away by the wind.

Suddenly the scooter gave a surprising jump before it made its dead stop as a thick black smoke came from the engine. The man seemed pissed; he got down and kicked the scooter, only to make the situation worse, the engine cover on the rear fell of because of the kick, and he got panicked more than before.

Makoto chuckled. And to his surprise, by the time they got lined up—as if the man could hear his laugh—the blonde man turned at him and met his eyes, he shrugged and grinned. Makoto just stared back in awe, didn't know how to respond. He kept glancing at the man until he was out of the scene.

What an interesting man, he thought.

After that, nothing came to his interest. So, feeling bored, he put on his headphone, turn on his iPod, and slept his way to Tokyo.




Makoto didn't tell his brother that he would be coming today to surprise him, so no one picked him up at the station. He had the address by the mail Kyou sent to him when he was just moved to Tokyo. But the station in Tokyo is so damn huge! It even had stores in it. Makoto thought the train had stopped in a mall or something.

He was confused by the huge place with so many people walking by and couldn't figure out where the exit was. He looked around to find someone he could ask for direction, but he didn't see where he was going until he bumped onto a stranger.

He staggered back and fell onto the floor.

"Are you ok?" the stranger asked while offering him a hand.

Makoto took the stranger's hand and helped himself up with it.

"I'm fine, thanks," the boy said, "And sorry for bumping you."

"You should be careful next time," the stranger said.

"I-I will, but I'm new in town, so..." he stopped as he looked up and saw the man he was bumping earlier.

The man was tall—almost as tall as his brother—and very handsome! His hair was combed neatly to the back of his head and he wore an expensive suit. His eyes were sharp and looked diligent, but there's also a cunning gleam flashed in it. His gesture was graceful and he spoke in a very polite manner. An attorney badge attached on his suit.

The man smiled. He had this charming smile that made a male like him was absorbed by his charisma.

"So, you just arrived?"

"Huh?" the man's voice snapped him back to reality, "Well, uh, yeah. I'm visiting my big brother. I have the address, but it seems that I can't be going anywhere unless I can find the exit. This place is too huge."

A nervous laugh escaped the boy's mouth. It was almost embarrassing that he had to admit that he came from the countryside.

But the man didn't seem to bother with it.

"I see," he put his hand on his chin, his move was graceful. "May I know where your brother lives?"

"Ah," Makoto took his cellphone and show the stranger the address Kyou had sent him.

The stranger looked at it for a while, and said, "If this is the address you're looking for, then it's better to take the west exit."

"And, where is this west exit?" the boy asked confusedly.

The stranger directly answered, "It's on the west side of this station."

Makoto pouted by the answer.

The man laughed politely, "I'm sorry, that was a bad joke. Come, I'll take you to the exit."

He took the boy's shoulder and guided him to the exit.

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Takashi was sitting alone in the dark; the only light was coming from the muted TV in front of him. There were several cans of beer scattered recklessly on the low table and the floor, while he was holding a half drank can in his hand.

He was supposed to be drunk by now, but his mind was perfectly clear. People would realize what they lost when it was already gone. He regretted letting Shogo go few hours ago. He regretted saying that they were only a mere fuck buddy. He regretted taking him for granted for years.

They've been together for almost all their life. Shogo was the only best friend he had. Shogo was also the only one who could put up with his selfishness and still stood by him in every circumstances. It was Takashi who forced himself at Shogo and it was almost a rape at the first time they had sex together. Takashi was pushy, harsh, careless, and inexperienced. Shogo was crying in pain and bleeding at the first time he penetrated him. When he noticed how hurt Shogo was, he was crying too. But Shogo soothed him by saying it was ok and told him to continue.

And how could he forget how much Shogo tolerated his arrogance and ignorant behavior. They were having fights over silly things, yet, it never last long. Since it was always cleared up easily, Takashi couldn't remember what they were fighting for. And now, they really had a fight over serious matter and he didn't think Shogo would forgive him that easily.

When did it start like this?


When did he start sleeping with people other than Shogo?

Takashi lost his virginity with Shogo and realized that he never slept with another person, yet, a woman. Again, it was all started with curiosity and partly accident. He was in his first year working in the company when one of the female colleagues seduced him in one of the drinking party. Heavily drunk, he ended fucking her in some cheap love hotel.

He saw so many blue films and realized that female bodies are different with male. But experiencing it himself was way different than seeing it through a TV. He couldn't forget the sensation; she's so soft and fragile in his touch, and looked vulnerable. Since then, he had his personal attraction toward female bodies.

At that point, he realized that he was bi. He loved Shogo, and realized that he couldn't love anyone but Shogo. Not even a woman with a nice body and attitude could ever replace Shogo's place in his heart. For Takashi, fucking a woman was only to satisfy his body needs. That was the only justification he had. He knew it was wrong, but his body needs came first than Shogo's feelings. At certain times, he accepted the offer from female colleague and slept with her secretly. To reduce his guilt, he was never be the one who invited them first. The invitation always came from the other party.




The rain poured heavily outside. The strong wind made the window rattled quite fiercely. He chugged down his beer can until the last drip and threw the empty can to anywhere and a clang sound resounding in the quiet room.

"Geez, how come you make a mess in our flat like this?"

He heard Shogo scolded him. And there he was, standing right in front of him, bending a little with both arms on his hip and pouted invisibly with his usual expressionless face of him.

Takashi smiled, he was happy that Shogo came back for him. He must have had forgiven him to come back this soon...

"Sho-chan..." he reached out toward Shogo, but the tall man's body evaporated in the thin air like a mist.

Takashi's hand balled into a fist and he pressed his forehead with it, he was on the verge of tears.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

What should he do?

He never used the 'sorry' words for so long when fighting with Shogo. And now, at the crucial moment, he still couldn't say it. He forgot how it like was to apologize properly since he was always on the winning side. Though 'sorry' was a simple word, it was unbelievably hard to say.

"...ry..."

"...sorry..."

"I'm sorry..."

He curled his body like a ball in the sofa, and chanted the words countlessly like a spell.

But sorry would mean nothing if it wasn't said to the other person. The question was; could he say it properly at Shogo?

To tell him that he was sorry and asked him to come back to him.

His only obstacle was his overly high self-pride.

And if he recalled what Kyou had said to him so many times; "Just eat your own pride if you can put soyu on it. You won't gain anything if you hold onto your pride too much. You'll loose everything, instead."

When Takashi thought of it all over again; Kyou was right...




The next day, Shogo's fever had gotten worse. Kyou pleaded Maou to call a house doctor to treat Shogo, and he said he'd pay the doctor's bill. Which—of course—rejected by Maou who said that he'd be the one who pay the bill. But Shogo didn't want to trouble both of them, so he said he'd pay for the bill. The three of them argued who'd pay the bill until Kyou gave up and let Maou and Shogo continued the argument while he had to go to campus. Kyou was at his crucial moment where he had to do his final task to graduate from college. He just couldn't skip his meeting with his hard-to-find guidance counselor by prolonging the silly argument.

After seeing Kyou off, Maou returned to the bedroom.

"You shouldn't call a house doctor, Mochidzuki-san," Shogo said, "It isn't necessary, I'm fine, really. After resting for a while, I'll be as good as new."

"Are you sure about that?" Maou asked with a disbelief look, "You look white as a paper, and your fever increasing just a while ago."

"I'm fine," Shogo tried to convince the other man.

Maou observing Shogo for a brief moment, "Fine, we'll check on your temperature once again," Maou took the thermometer from the drawer, "If your fever went down just a little, I'll cancel the doctor."

Reluctantly, Shogo nodded. Maou put the digital thermometer in Shogo's ear, it bleeped, and he checked it out. Maou was surprised seeing he was burning up to 39 degree. Shogo couldn't refuse anymore when Maou really called the doctor to come and examined him.

The doctor came a little while later; he examined Shogo and wrote a prescription for him. "It was just because he got himself wet in the rain for quite a long time, and he's all stressed up for some reasons. Just let him rest properly and please maintain the healthy meal for him, also don't forget the medicine. A strong young man like him will be healthy in no time," said the doctor to Maou before he left.

Maou was insisting to pay the doctor, and Shogo finally surrender. But he persisted to pay for the medicines, and Maou agreed.

"You're such a nice man, Mochidzuki-san," Shogo said.

Maou looked bashful at the compliment; he didn't seem to believe of what he said.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are," Shogo said, "I'm just a stranger to you, and yet, you let me stay here and even pay for my doctor bill."

"I am?" he looked confused, "I don't think..." he paused, "Ah... I see. It was all because of him."

Maou smiled so tenderly, his face clearly said he was in love.

"Kyou, isn't it?" Shogo asked.

"Yes. That boy changed my entire life."

"You love him, don't you?"

"Very much."

"But... what if one day he betrayed you?"

Maou's face stiffened at the question.

"What do you mean?"

"What if one day he slept with other people? He was originally a virgin before he dated you, wasn't he?"

Shogo maintained his eye contact at Maou, who stared dagger right back at him.

"No he won't," Maou answered without a trace of doubt in his voice.

"How do you know for sure? You guys aren't together 24/7. What if one day he decided to sleep with other person, a woman maybe?"

Maou crossed his eyebrow; he seemed to notice where this questions lead.

"Shinonome-san... is he..." Maou seemed reluctant for a moment, "Your partner," he repeated, "is he cheating on you?"

That sentence struck him like lightning. Shogo hung his head and closed his eyes. They were burning inside his close lids; the tears were threatening to come.

"Yes."

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Shogo was blaming Kyou for the incident. If the boy didn't encourage him to say those words to Takashi, everything would be like how it was before. They wouldn't break up, and he still wouldn't know that his partner had been cheating him for years.

But did he really want it?

Being cheated and lied for so many years. And sooner or later, the truth will be revealed. It was just the matter of time. And ten years was actually quite a long time for the pus to seep out the rotting wound.

Shogo knew how selfish Takashi could be, if he wanted something, he had to get it no matter what it cost. It was the same when he won over Shogo. A little persuasion broke Shogo's defenses down and Takashi could have his own way on Shogo.

There were times when Shogo had doubts toward Takashi's loyalty. But he loved him great enough to turn a blind eye and hoping Takashi didn't really cheating on him. He did notice the times when Takashi gave him excuses to sleep over at his parents' place, or how he went home very late at night after having drinks with his colleague and smelling like woman's perfume. But he didn't want to think much about it. Not even when he called Takashi's parent's house and they said Takashi didn't go home that day. He thought Takashi just went with his friends and didn't want Shogo to tag along. Now he knew that Takashi didn't want him to tag along.... so he could fuck another men or woman without him knowing.

Why couldn't Takashi satisfied with him only?

Why did it have to be someone else?

No one could answer that but Takashi himself.

He was dying to know the reason, but the truth scared him to death also...




He was wandering aimlessly in the rain without umbrella, hanging his head all the way. He was soaking wet like a drenched rat and people on the street just sparing him a weird glance and walked away.

"Shinonome-san?" someone called.

When he turned around, he saw the juniors in the illustration division who was just coming out from a bar. It made him wonder how long had he been strolling without direction on the street?

And he saw Ooguma Kyou's tall figure came out last from the bar. He strolled at him, gave him a punch on the face without saying anything, and collapsed. Kyou caught his body before he fell onto the hard pavement. He had to give his umbrella up and let his clothes wet by the rain.

"What the...?!" Shinjo Eiki yelped in surprise, "Why did he suddenly punch you, Kyou?"

Kyou looked carefully at Shogo's face, the corner of his eyes were red for crying. He knew that instant, something was definitely wrong with him.

"I think he's just drunk," Kyou said, making up an excuse. "Help me get a cab to ride him home."

Shinjo clicked his tongue and shook his head in sympathy.

"You're too nice, Kyou. Even though he's drunk, he didn't have the right to hit you."

"Maybe he has," Kyou said.

Shinjo crossed his eyebrows in confusion, but before he said anything, a cab pulled over at their other friend's call. He helped Kyou to put Shogo into the cab before it went away.




Shogo awakened by the sound of two people talking. But his mind was still hazy; he wondered what had happened to him.

"Just let him stay here for tonight, Maou-san," it was Kyou's voice, "Do you expect me to let him sleep on the street like that? He has a fever... ouch!" he yelped out. "Gently, please. I'm a wounded person, here."

It seems like the other person was treating Kyou's wound.

"You're overly nice to people," the other man sighed.

Shogo barely recognized the other voice.

"Especially since he punched you before."

I punched him? Shogo asked inside his heart.

"Something must've gone wrong with the advice I told him," Kyou said, "Shinonome-san wasn't a person who punched people out of the blue even when he's drunk. I must be at fault if he did that."

The other man kissed Kyou lovingly.

"You will never be at fault, Kyou. You're too nice for that."

Kyou chuckled.

"Hey, Im only human, you know. I made mistakes too," he kissed the other man back and cuddled him.

The scene roused the jealousy out of Shogo, he was getting angry for no reason. He didnt want to stay long to see the scene so he got up off the bed, but his head spun and his body swayed, made him collapsed again onto the bed.

"Don't move, Shinonome-san. You have a fever," Kyou said, he hurriedly walked toward Shogo and forced him down to bed when he stubbornly tried to get up again.

A beautiful young man in black turtleneck and loose sweatpants stood beside him gracefully. He seemed like a high class and very well mannered person. Yet, he looked a bit childish by clutching the edge of Kyou's shirt, as if he was afraid that someone would take the tall boy away. And that someone was him.

When it all came to him, he just realized that Kyou had a male lover.

"Are you gay, Kyou-kun?" he asked bluntly.

Kyou opened his mouth to answer, but he canceled his words. He paused for a moment before saying, "Well, you can say that..." he grabbed the beautiful man beside him by the shoulder and held him close, kissing his forehead. "I'm gay to this person only."

Kyou's lover blushed pretty hard hearing that, he pinched Kyou's waist and made the taller boy yelped in pain.

"Ooouch! Easy with the nail, Maou-san! You could've torn the flesh there. And relax will ya, Shinonome-san here is gay too."

Color faded from Shogo's already pale face. He was shocked that Kyou would mention it out of the blue, as if he had known for long.

"Yeah, I know your relationship with Kanoe-buchou for quite a while, Shinonome-san."

"Does anybody know that..."

"No. No one seemed to notice, since you guys deliberately put an act like the whole thing was only a joke."

Shogo sighed in relief.

"And I thought I knew you from somewhere..." he said to Maou.

"He's in charge for our company's subsidiary, Mochidzuki Maou-san."

Maou nodded at him, and he nodded back.

Of course, Shogo had seen him several times walking in and out the illustration division, but never knew who he was exactly.

"So, wanna tell me the reason of this?" Kyou asked him while pointing at the band aid on the corner of his mouth. It was an obvious punching wound.

"Well, that's..." Shogo hung his words. "I'm sorry..."

Shogo was quiet, it was hard for him to explain everything to Kyou. The boy waited, but if he didn't want to say anything, then he wouldn't force him to talk.

Kyou huffed, "If you don't want to talk about it, then I won't force you. Just sleep here until your fever broke, we'll discuss about other things later."

Shogo looked around the spacious bedroom and noticed that it was the master bedroom of the host, and he felt bad about it.

"But this is..."

"We have a sofa-bed outside. Sometimes we sleep there too. It's like camping indoor," Kyou joked, "Don't feel guilty or anything, you're a sick person, anyway."

Kyou smiled and took Maou's hand and lead him outside the room.

"And oh!" he stopped and turned at Shogo, "If you happen to hear suspicious sound in the middle of the night, don't bother to look, it'll be just us, smexing each other... OUCH!"

Kyou yelped because Maou pinched and dug his nails onto Kyou's waist again, and dragged him out from the room after apologizing for his partner's impoliteness.

Shogo was in awe, he didn't think that the plain boy could be this perverted. And outside the room, he could hear Maou was scolding the boy who was just laughed over it.

It would be a lot easier if Kyou wasn't such a nice person, so he could blame the boy without feeling guilty like this. As he thought of that, sleep took him away from his consciousness.

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Shogo thought that both of them would feel the same at each other.

So why would it end like this?




On that fated day, they were relaxing on the sofa; Shogo was leaning his back on the seat and watching a comedy show on TV while Takashi laid his head on Shogo's lap, reading a book. When suddenly he got bored and put down his book and stared at Shogo's face for a while until his partner noticed him and he blushed a little.

"What?" Shogo asked.

"Nothing. C'mere," Takashi put his hand behind Shogo's head and pulled his partner's head closer to his and kissed him.

Shogo's lips naturally parted and allowed Takashi's tongue to slide in. They kissed for quite some time before the words just slip out of his mouth.

"I love you..." Shogo said.

Takashi froze. He broke the kiss and sat up the sofa, looking confused.

"Taka-chan?"

Takashi pressed his forehead with his palm and rubbed it down and stopped at his mouth.

"Why do you have to say that?" he said.

"What? What's wrong with saying that I love you?"

"Stop. Stop at that!" Takashi sounded panicking.

Shogo was confused.

"Everything is working perfectly without that word. If you said that, things are going to be complicated."

"Why?" Shogo didn't understand what his partner was trying to say.

"We're perfect just like this. Without any word of love inserted. That one particular word can ruin everything," Takashi muttered his words.

"What do you mean by that...?"

Takashi was silent.

Shogo thought of something awful that suddenly crossed his mind. He gasped and clasped his mouth.

"Taka-chan... d-don't tell me you've been sleeping with other people too?" he didn't want to say it, but those words came out of his mouth just like that. He just had to make sure.

Takashi was still quiet.

Shogo let out a pathetic awkward laugh.

"Please tell me that what I said was a lie."

Takashi stood still and didn't say anything, but his expression said everything. It was the guilty expression anyone could have when they were caught doing something terribly awful.

"So it's true?!" Shogo raised his voice, his eyes wildered in disbelief. It was the first time in so many years that he let his emotion out on the surface.

He stood up and walked back and forth in the living room in agony, pressing both of his temples with his thumb and middle finger.

"Oh my god. I can't believe this. After all these years! I thought we share the same mutual feelings, yet..." he hung his words and sighed, "That's why you never answered my questions clearly..." he looked dejected as he said so.

"Sho-chan..." Takashi tried to reach out his partner, but Shogo slapped his hand harshly.

"Don't touch me!" Shogo shouted.

Just thinking that he was touched countless time by the same hands that were used to touch other people, disgust him.

His chest felt tight and something choked up his throat. His stomach felt funny in an unpleasant way, he felt like throwing up. His head felt like spinning and he almost lost his balance. He reached out to the sofa arm and supported his body there.

How many person has he been sleeping with?

How many years has he done that?

The questions resounding in his head repeatedly.

Takashi was still like a statue and didn't say anything. Shogo tried to calm himself down and subdued his trembled body.

"Are you not satisfied with me, Taka-chan?" he asked. His voice miss-pitched in several words and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. "Am I not enough?"

"Sho-chan..." he hung his words. Seeing Shogo's expression, Takashi couldn't give any reasoning to him.

"You're living with me because I'm convenient to you. Aren't you, Taka-chan? Because I won't ask you for anything and won't be pregnant no matter how many times you fuck me. And by the time you're bored, you just go and sleep with somebody else... You did a great job keeping it from me for so long..."

Shogo didn't know how much it hurt him when he said that. He felt his heart was crushed and shattered into small pieces, so he didn't care if Takashi was hurting by his words too.

"It's not that..." Takashi wanted to defend himself, but failed to find any excuse. Whatever he'd say, he was the one at fault from the beginning.

"How many..." Shogo canceled his words, "No, never mind that. I don't want to know how many people you've been fucking while you're with me. Or how long have you been done that," he took a deep breath and exhaled it out. "We're over."

Takashi's eyes widened. His mouth was opening and closing as if he wanted to say something, but not a single word came out of it.

Shogo paused for a momement before walked his way to the front door, reached out his jacket that was hung near the genkan before taking out his shoes from the shoe rack and put them on.

"Where are you going?" Takashi asked, chashing after him.

Shogo stood up by the door and glanced at Takashi with a cold gaze.

"Out of here. Anywhere. I might pick up some guy along the way and let him fuck me in return for a shelter tonight."

A hard slap ran across Shogo's cheek, the voice reverberated in the quiet room.

Takashi clasped his hand; he was surprised by his own act by impulse. He knew he didn't have the right hitting Shogo. He wanted to say sorry, but the word stuck in his throat. While Shogo just accepted the slap and maintaining his cold gaze.

"Oh, now you're mad? You've been doing it for years, so why can't I?"

Takashi lost in his words. He couldn't even stop Shogo when he walked out through the door...




He was still hoping that Takashi would chase him over and stopped him. Saying he's sorry and pleaded him to come back. Perhaps kissing him and forcing his way at Shogo like the usual to win him over.

But no.

Takashi was a man of his pride, and so did he. It would be hard for Shogo to squeeze out the word of sorry out of Takashi. If they were having a fight, it all would be over in no time without any single apologetic words. And somewhat, things turned to be okay.

But not this time. This wasn't any ordinary fight.

Takashi had betrayed him for years!

While he was being faithful, his partner slipped out at certain nights to sleep with other people. And not even a thousand words of sorry could ever fix their relationship. Ever again...

His heart was torn and ripped apart. His mind was blank. Everything that had happened before was like a bad dream he had. Somewhat he wished that this whole thing was only a mere nightmare. And he waited to be awake beside Takashi in their warm bed and glancing at his partner who laughed at him over his nightmare.

So he waited.

And waited a bit longer while his eyes stared blankly at the unstarry sky above.

As if the sky took a pity to his misarable self, the rain started to pour hard. The water blurred his vision and he didn't even notice that some of the water that was dripping came from his own eyes. It's been years since the last time he cried like this.

At that time, he knew that everything was real...

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Shogo writhed on the bed, slowly opening his eyes and sighed. He was exhausted but sexually satisfied. Though he was still naked, he didn't feel sticky from the leftover cum splattered all over his body. Takashi must had had cleaned him at some point. He shifted his position and found Takashi was lying next to him with several pillows supported his back while he was reading a book with the dim light of the bedside table lamp.

Takashi felt Shogo's movement and turned at him. "Sorry, did I wake you up?" he said, turning the lamp's head downward so Shogo didn't catch the light.

Shogo shook his head weakly, he was still sleepy. "How long have I been out?"

Takashi checked the alarm clock on the bedside table, "A little over 1 a.m., you've been sleeping for 5 hours straight."

Shogo mumbled and rubbed his eyes and made his partner snickered.

"You're too energetic like a wild cat earlier that made you exhausted too soon," Takashi teased.

"Shut up," Shogo punched his partner's arm playfully.

"Now you're being bashful," Takashi teased him again.

"Am not."

"Yes you are. I can see it behind that expressionless face of yours... And now you're pouting," Takashi said, he was almost never failing to guess Shogo's mood behind his plain expressions.

"Am not."

Takashi laughed and snuggled the taller man, playfully bit him all over, and licked his face like an over friendly dog. Forcing Shogo to chuckle when Takashi's wet tongue licked his nose. Shogo loved it when they're being silly like this.

"You laugh only when I do this," said Takashi, rather pouting. "You should laugh more often."

"I can't force myself to laugh just like that."

"Yeah. You're indeed one of a kind," Takashi said.

Shogo missed the meaning since the words had double perception; it meant good or bad of being one of the kinds. He silently sulked.

"But I say, it's better this way since I'm the only one who can see you laugh. It means, I'm special."

Takashi kissed the other man and Shogo tasted a sweet taste of a candy on Takashi's tongue. He's was sucking on lollipop again aftermath, it's pudding flavor this time.

"How about me, Taka-chan?" Shogo asked.

"About you, what?" he asked ignorantly.

Shogo pouted invisibly, "Am I special to you?"

Takashi chuckled, "If you're not, I wouldn't be your best buddy and stay with you for this long."

That wasn't the exact answer Shogo wanted, but at least it was satisfying... for now. He'd try to keep fishing Takashi with his leading questions until he got the answer he wanted.




"How difficult is it, to say 'I love you'?" Shogo sighed, speaking his mind out loud, surprising Kyou who was sitting next to him in the cafeteria.

"Are you feeling out of love, Shinonome-san? Having fight with Kanoe-buchou?" the tall guy asked.

Shogo glanced at Kyou and sighed again. The other boy could tell that he was being depressed.

"No, we're not fighting. Besides, this and that are a very different matter."

Shogo was still trying to cover his relationship with Takashi in the office, though Kyou was already aware that they were an item. He could sense it, since he had a male lover too. But since Shogo didn't want to be honest, he just pretended he didn't know anything.

"Rii~ght," Kyou said with bored look. He definitely didn't buy Shogo's diversion.

Shogo felt a bit awkward by Kyou's reaction, he felt as if the boy could read behind his stoic face.

"I say it every day and every time I had the chance, Shinonome-san," Kyou opened the conversation again.

"Huh??"

"The 'love' word," Kyou reminded him.

"Ah... Err... you say that to your lover all the time?"

"Yap!" Kyou grinned, his slanted eyes turned into a straight line as he smiled, and he looked very happy, "To put our feelings into words are very important. Though there are other circumstances where some people who are being together for so long and everything feel so natural for them, and words don't matter anymore because they already understand each other."

Kyou was putting Shogo and Takashi's relationship in a vague example, hoping that Shogo would understand what he was trying to say.

But Shogo seemed to think quite hard about it, made Kyou thought he was over thinking about their relationship.

"My lover is a bit insecure about our relationship," Kyou talked again, "So, I tell them I love them all the time."

Shogo's expression didn't change, but Kyou could tell by his gesture that he was troubled; he put his fist over his mouth and bit his lower lip.

"Do you feel insecure about your relationship too, Shinonome-san?"

Shogo hung his head, staring at his half eaten kitsune udon.

"Yeah," he said.

"Why don't you say it yourself?"

"Huh?!" Shogo was surprised by the idea.

"Yeah. Instead of waiting your partner to say it, why don't you say you love them yourself?"

"But that..."

"Would ruin your relationship because you don't know what he thinks, right?" Kyou cut into Shogo's words.

Shogo nodded.

"How do you know that?" Kyou asked.

Shogo's hand twitched.

"How do you know that for sure?" Kyou repeated, "At first, I was like that too. Afraid to tell my lover that I love them, afraid that it would ruin our relationship. Understanding each other are enough at some points, but sometimes, you have to put your feelings into words to make the other party know how you feel."

"But it's been over 10 years..."

Shogo didn't mean those words to slip. He clasped his mouth with his hand.

But Kyou acted like it was nothing, he pretended that he didn't know this 'other person' Shogo meant.

"Time doesn't matter," he encouraged him, "If you don't say it soon, it'll be another 10 years passed. And everything just keeps repeating itself all over again. Do you want to torture yourself for another 10 years? If it was me... I don't..."

Kyou picked up his finished lunch tray and stood up.

"Your udon is getting soggy, Shinonome-san,"he said, "I'm going first. I still have work to do."

The boy patted Shogo's shoulder—encouraging him—and left.

Shogo still hung his head and stared blankly at his lunch. And after few minutes later, he stood up with a determined look on his face.

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Shogo kneeled down and undid Takashi's buckle, the button of his jeans and the zipper next. His expensive Aussie Bum brief was bulging inside and wetness smeared the fabric.

Takashi loved those expensive briefs. It was a waste of money to buy such an expensive brief when you have to wear it inside your clothes. But then again, no matter how expensive they were, you just couldn't wear them outside, unless you're some kind of superhero [insert a roll eyes emoticon here], or some shameless crazy person who wanted to draw unnecessary attention. Well, since Takashi's salary was much higher than his, and he could afford to buy those brief and pay half of their rent and most of the living expense, Shogo didn't have anything to complain of.

Shogo licked the damp brief and sucked it. He pulled down the brief, enough to expose the thick, fully-erect penis that was standing proudly in front of his eyes.

It was the thick rod that he used to have inside him and made him come countless times. He licked the tip and sucked the pre-cum before he swallowed it and started to move his head back and forth.

"Ah... god. You're the best," Takashi said between his gasps.

Shogo used to be sucked at this, but after several practices, he could really 'suck' properly.

Then he realized that he was getting hard too.

Damn, this is not good! he cursed. If he couldn't hold it in, this wouldn't stop just by fellatio only.

He tried to concentrate more in sucking Takashi's penis, but he writhed uncomfortably as he clenched on is own erection over his jeans, trying hard to calm himself down. When he looked up, Takashi was smirking. Shogo dropped his gaze and giving more effort in sucking his partner.

Takashi cupped Shogo's chin and tilted his face up, stretching his leg and slipped it beneath Shogo's crotch, nudging his erection over his jeans from below with his expensive sneaker.

Shogo shut his eyes and shuddered. "Hhngh!"

"What a nice sound," Takashi smirked, teasing his partner.

Shogo pulled Takashi's penis out of his mouth and complained, "D-don't do that!"

"Why not?"

"I'll cum..."

"A~nd?" Takashi asked nonchalantly as if it was the normal thing to do in the world.

"I don't want my pants to get dirty."

"I see..."

Takashi took Shogo by his upper arm and pulled him up. Undid his jeans and slid his hand in before Shogo stopped him by the hand.

"No."

"It's ok, we'll do it the old way," Takashi smirked.

He meant a hand job.

"I know, I still don't want my pants to get dirty."

"Relax, I'll catch it, all of it," Takashi said.

Seeing Shogo was hesitating, he kissed his lips and slid his tongue in. His kiss was soothing and could calm Shogo down. Eventually, he was giving in—again—by Takashi's way.

They stand so close at each other, bodies attach to one and another, legs tangling, pants on their ankles, and hands down on the crotch, stroking together in the same rhythm.

Takashi was concentrating on the taller man right before him. He loved that look on his face; it was only times like this that he could actually saw Shogo's expression, which was so sexy, he could barely restrained himself for coming too soon.

Shogo bent his body and leaned his head on Takashi's shoulder. His breaths were hot on Takashi's neck, and his sweet gasps sang an enticing song in Takashi's ear. Shogo licked his partner's neck, gently biting the nape and sucking it. Takashi's free hand moved to Shogo's buttock, massaging it, pressing his finger on its rear, but the finger didn't go anywhere further than that.

Shogo twitched, he needed more than hand job, he realized, but he didn't want to go further than this either. He just needed to concentrate more to the pleasure feeling from his cock.

Both of them stroking together, moving their hands up and down, tightening and releasing in synchronized movement for another minute until their groin tingling as their lower stomach spasm. And finally, semen erupted from the tip of their penises. Takashi put his hand over the tip to prevent it dirtying their clothes. The semen leaked from his fingers and dripped down to the floor. He squeezed it all out until the last drip and wiped his hand with his handkerchief. He folded it and planning on putting it inside his jeans pocket, but Shogo stopped him.

"Take it to the restroom and wash it while washing your hands. It's gross if you take that dirty handkerchief anywhere you go."

Takashi smirked, "It's yours too, mixed in here, you know," he teased.

Shogo blushed faintly, "T-that's not the point."

Takashi chuckled and kissed the taller man, "I know, I was just kidding."

Shogo's 15 minutes break was long over, he hurried Takashi to go to the restroom and washed their hands—and handkerchief—then returned to their own department.

Kawaguchi gave Shogo a long side-glance and smiled meaningfully as he sat on his desk.

That woman was very perspective up to the point that it was scary. As if she knew what had had happened before at the emergency stairs.



For the rest of the day, Shogo could barely concentrate at all. His body hadn't been satisfied, and he was craving for more. Shogo emailed him that he wanted to dine out tonight, but he couldn't wait that long, he was already half erect during work hour and want to fuck right away when he got home. So he declined the offer and said that he would go straight home after work hour. At least he could jerk himself off before Takashi returned. Takashi said that he would fetch some food to bring home. After Shogo said, "Ok," there was no other reply from him.



Shogo was in such a rush when he took his keys off his backpack and misplaced the key and let it slip the hole several times. When he finally managed to put it in the hole, he turned it, and seemed forgetting to take it in since the only thing in his head was releasing himself after restraining it for the last 3 hours.

He slammed the front door, opening his shoes at the genkan by stepping his foot on the back of his shoe and kicked it to wherever and running straight to the bedroom. He jumped on the bed and pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees; he took his erection in his hand and stroked it. He licked his fingers wet before fingering his ass. Pressing the surface and easily slipped his fingers in. He pushed the fingers inside and directly aiming the prostate gland, stimulating it. His right hand stroked on his erection and he closed his eyes. The image of Takashi projected behind those close lids. His voice, his touch, his body heat... Shogo remembered it well... too well, in fact.

His arousal rose, his hand moved faster and pumping his shaft, his fingers continuously stimulating the pleasure point as he kept imagining his partner's handsome face.

As he called out Takashi's name, he came.

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I always thought Maou-san was a person with a first rate taste bud. Since he always loved cuisines that came from expensive restaurant with very experienced chefs and dared to complain at them if something wasn't quite right for him.

But I knew only recently that he actually loved pizza very much.

It was odd for him to like fast food such as pizza, but I couldn't help to think how cute he was when he cheerfully chose the topping and how he had to eat it with his bare hand.



It started just this afternoon when we had to decide where to go for dinner. He visited the office just before my work time was over to pick me up to have dinner together. We were arguing about dining places again—I didn't know how many times we had argued about this. I admit that I was kinda expecting this, though. To have a silly argument at each other just to know that we're already felt comfort with each other that we didn't hesitate to quarrel.

He mentioned some famous restaurant that I knew would be expensive. I refused and suggested some cheaper restaurant I liked and mostly visit with my friends. Steak restaurant down the street near the office, I said. He said, no, because the meat was cheap and unworthy even for a dog to eat. Too exaggerating, I complained. It kinda ticked me off since I like the steak there, it was cheap, but the meat was big and the sauce was nice and in a lot of amount that it filled the plate. Sushi then, I suggested. It was the all-you-can-eat sushi restaurant that I like and he wouldn't mind to visit. The sake was especially good, even I—who didn't drink—loved the sake. Then again, he objected, because it was raining and he didn't want to eat cold food in such weather, it would make him had stomachache.

"Fine!" I said, raising my voice. But I remembered that we were still at the office, so I lowered it down. "Fine. And I bet you don't want to go to the fast food restaurant too, don't you? My last offer is the Pizza House across the street. Take it, or I'll just let you eat alone in that fancy restaurant you adore so much."

I curled down my thin lips when I said that, making a sullen look, knowing that he would object this one either.

But beyond my expectation, his eyes brightened. He didn't overreact or something like that, but I was pretty much sure that he's more than willing to accept that last offer.

He sighed; pretending that he wasn't interested with my idea, "Fine, the Pizza House then," he said.

So, what? He liked pizzas? But since he was acknowledged in having classy taste that he didn't want anyone know he could actually liked commoners' food?

"That settled," I said firmly, "No second thought, okay?" I pointed him with my index finger.

He frowned at my finger and nodded slowly; as if he half-heartedly accepting it.

"Great!" I chuckled. He looked so adorable when he's stubborn to protect his pride like that.

I've finished my entire tasks that day. I slide my mouse down to look at the clock on my computer menu bar. It was 5, so I was free to go. I shut down the computer and collected my things from the desk and stuffed it carelessly into my backpack.

"I'm going, Kanoe-san!" I waved at my boss through the glass wall of his office.

He raised the work schedule paper and pointed at it to ask whether I had finished my tasks or not. I gave him my thumb. He smiled and waved back at me. I bumped onto Shinonome-san from the children magazine's division when he entered the room. I bet he was going to pick his lover home. I bowed politely at him as he passed by, and he nodded in return.

I took Maou san by his shoulder and dragged him out. Not caring about others would think about our relationship. In fact, I had no problem telling them at all. But Maou-san brushed my hand off his shoulder; it seemed that he was concerned about being caught, because he had quite some influence in the company.

I smiled wryly; obediently walk beside him in silent.

After waving at the receptionist girl—who glanced at me while packing her bag and waved back—we walked out of the building. The Pizza House was a 5 minutes walk across the street. The rain had ceased to drizzle, so we didn't have to use umbrella at all. I deliberately walked slowly even when I saw the traffic light had turned green and people started to cross, waiting for the perfect moment as it turned red again. Maou-san didn't seem to notice 'the traffic light tactic' I've planned. I grinned. When we were already in the crowds who were waiting to cross, he was surprised when I suddenly took his hand and shoved it into my coat pocket.

"What the...?!"

I grinned, "You're ok with this right?"

He was quiet, gazing down, blushing, covering his mouth with the back of his fist—his usual gesture to cover his face when he was embarrassed, and grip my hand tighter inside my pocket.

We were still holding hands until we stepped on the other side of the road, and our hands separated naturally as the crowd started to divide and walk to different directions.

My hands were still inside my pocket, maintaining the faint warmth from Maou-san's hand for a bit longer. Even with this small thing, I couldn't help to be happy.



The waiter gave us the menu and kindly said to call him again if we were ready to order. I opened the menu and chose the pizza topping I like; I love tuna and mayonnaise, and it happen that this Pizza House got the very exact topping I liked. But I still have to ask Maou-san, I wasn't very certain of his pizza taste since it was our first time eating pizza together.

"What kind of pizza do you want, Maou-san?" I asked him.

"....."

I waited for a bit more because I thought he was confused to choose.

"....."

Ten minutes had passed and he still didn't even budge.

"What do you want, Maou-san?" I asked impatiently while pulling down the menu that was covering his face with my forefinger.

I was almost bursting in laughter when I saw his face. He looked like a happy child who was getting confused choosing a toy he wanted to buy, not even bother looking up when I pressed his menu flat to the table, his eyes were just following where the menu was going.

I cleared my throat quite loud and knocked the table with my knuckles obviously, earth to Mochidzuki Maou, that he snapped back into reality. He finally lifted his face and met my gaze before hiding his mouth behind the back his fist, feeling embarrassed.

"Have you decided yet?" I asked. My laugh accidentally slipped in one of those words I've said. I cleared my throat again to cover it up.

He stared at the menu, looking grim. "I can't decide," he said, "They all look delicious."

"Then choose any kind of toppings of your liking, Maou-san. We can have it each in small portions, or the large ones that can have 4 different types in one pizza. And don't worry about the left-over. I have deep stomach, remember? Besides, we can also wrap the left-over and take it home."

And whoa, look at all those sparks came out of him after hearing me saying it. He's so happy he looked so bright it outshone the sun.

It was so rare to see him acting childish like this. Since he always put up those businesses smile and acting all calm and composed when he dealt with people. This was new for me.

In the end, he ordered seven different toppings; four was coming in one big pizza, and the rest were each in small pizza portions. One of the small portions was my tuna mayonnaise I wanted.

He managed to eat each five different toppings before he was stuffed and giving up eating more. I ate the rest but left the two toppings he hadn't eaten and asked the waiter to wrap it up for me.

"We can have it tomorrow for breakfast," I said, "It's odd to have pizza for breakfast, but I don't think no one's gonna be objected, right?"

And there goes the sparks in his eyes again.



After we got home, Maou-san seemed couldn't get his mind off the pizzas. He was reading a book, but secretly stole some glances at the fridge where I put the pizzas.

It was partly cute, partly annoying.

I paused my game and put down the playstation controller. "Do you want it now, Maou-san?"

"Huh?" he asked, frowning a bit.

"Do you want the pizza now?" I repeated my question.

"Huh? Oh!" he blushed, and covered his mouth behind the back his fist.

He took my question wrongly. He thought I was asking him for sex.

"I-I'm still full," he answered, this time he hid his face behind the book he pretended to read.

It wasn't fair when he was so adorable looking all shy like that!

Now I've changed my mind.

I turn the console off and stood up. Walking toward him, grabbed him by his upper arm, forcing him to stand up, and dragged him off the sofa, into the bedroom.

He dropped the book he was holding and resisting me, digging his heel onto the floor that I have to hoist him up my shoulder and carried his thrashing body into the bedroom.

I slapped his butt—not hard—to tell him to stop his struggling. "If you want it that bad, let's have some exercise, shall we?" I said.

"What are you talking about?! Put me down! Now! Kyou!!" he raised his voice.

I sighed. My breaths was short and hard full of lust. "I'll do you good until you're exhausted and hungry enough so you can eat that damn pizza."

"What the...?! Kyou!!" he protested as I threw his body onto the bed and topped him.

"Dammit! You started it first!"

I kissed him. He turned away and pushed my head with all his might.

"Let go of me, you horny bear! And who the hell started it first?!" he hit me repeatedly with his fist.

It was a weak punch, which I could ignore easily. I grab his wrists with my big hands and locked them on both sides of his head.

I knew that I was making a very horny face right now, and I didn't even bother to hide it.

"You're the one to blame, Maou-san. Acting cute all night long."

"Cute?! What in the hell are you talking about?!"

I kissed his neck, sucking the flesh there, marking him.

"Getting all confuse when you chose the pizza toppings? That was so adorable," I said, sniffing his hair. Inserting my hands into his pajamas and pinching his nipple, "and eating it with happy face? I could almost cum just looking at your face."

"Wha-? You pervert bear! Wait. Wait! Kyou! No! Aa~h!" he bit his lower lip, restraining those sexy sounds he made

I licked his lips, opening it with mine, so he wouldn't bit it again.

"You know that 'no' means 'yes' in sex, right? And 'yes' means 'just ignore my entire plea and everything, and fuck me more'."

"Where in the hell did you get that?!" he slapped my head. The color of his body turned into peach pink as he did so.

I whimpered and retreated.

Maou-san stretched his slender arms and wrapped it around my neck and pulled me back. He chuckled and gave me a kiss.

"You're the cute one," he said.



In the end, we did it until morning, until both of us were dry and had nothing left to spend.

The sun was rising when I finished heating up the pizzas. We didn't even bother to put on some clothes. I was wearing my Spongebob Squarepants boxers that Maou-san found, 'quite amusing', while he only wrapped himself in sheet.

I pulled the plate from the microwave and put it on the counter by the kitchen. Both of us stared at the steam that puffed out from the heated pizza and laughed.

"It is indeed pizzas for breakfast," I said between my laugh.

"And whose fault is that?" Maou-san puffed his cheek, pretending to be pissed.

I rubbed his hair and kissed his temple and apologized, "Mine, I'm sorry."

"You don't look sorry at all."

"I'm apologizing for making you stay up all night, not for the sex."

"You beast," he hissed.

"Said the demon lord who created this beast. Though, I was originally a bear." I laughed.

Maou-san accepted his defeat and took the pizza from the plate and ate it. I made some tea instead coffee. We stayed up all night and needed our rest; coffee would just keep us awake. After this, I might just skip all my classes today and ask Maou-san to stay home too. We could sleep the day away, to make up for last night, and then, perhaps—if he allowed me to—we could have sex again tonight.

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I was in Haru-san's large bedroom, standing by the side of the king-size bed, making out with him. His kiss was indeed the best, so to say, because I never had others to compare. When his lips were attached to mine, I voluntarily opened my mouth, letting his tongue in and devouring the inside of my mouth. First he stroked my mouth-roof, sending me a ticklish shiver on the back of my neck. Then he licked the back of my tooth, and then playing with my tongue, sucking it.

At the beginning, the first time I received this kind of adult kiss, I had difficulties of breathing, until he told me to breathe through my nose.

When he finally broke his kiss, I clumsily lean forward and followed his lips. Probably with a wanton look on my face, because a devious smile plastered on his handsome face.

Haru-san chuckled and gave me the kiss I wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to his broad shoulder, moaning and gasping under his caresses. He stroked my back and rested his hands on the crack of my butt over my jeans. He rubbed and massaged it and made me moaning more.

I was getting hard, my breaths were heavier, and my body heat rose. I wanted him more; I want to feel him inside me. 

I wanted him to fuck me.

His hand moved to the front of my jeans, undoing the button and the fly before sliding it in and took my half hard penis into his hand.

But something felt wrong...!

Why did the hand came from my back, while I was still embracing Haru-san that was in front of me?

Then I realized that it was a completely different pair of hands...

Warm lips kissed my nape while I felt another body heat was drawing near at me from behind. I turned my head and surprised seeing the doppelganger of my Haru-san, but with longer hair and more friendly expression. 

Natsuhiko!

I protested. "Haru-san, what in the...?"

I stopped at that when I saw the cunning smile of my beloved.

"You want this, don't you?" he said, "Because you can't choose between the two of us."

But I did choose...

I chose Chiba Haruhiko. I think... 

Think?

"But I choose you, Haru-san..." I said with weak voice, uncertain of myself.

"You sounds like you doubted yourself," the similar deep voice came from my back. "You want me too, don't you?"

"Na...Natsuhiko..."

I took turn staring at Haru-san and Natsuhiko in disbelief. I admit that I wanted them both, but not like this!

I twisted my body to escape from them, but they pinned me in the middle and locking me with their hands on my waist and hip. I writhed as hard as I could, but the effort was useless. They still locked me in the middle, trapped like a butterfly on a spider web, caught between their tall, perfectly sculpted bodies.

I gulped when I felt hot, thick, half-erect rod pressing from both my front and my rear over my jeans. Natsuhiko was rubbing his on my butt crack, and gradually getting harder, while Haru-san—still with his devious smile—pulled out my penis from the opened gap of my jeans and stroking it with his hand. On my rear, Natsuhiko was busy pulling my pants down and slid his hands into it; rubbing my butt directly on the skin.

I moaned from the pleasure of both places. Natsuhiko's breath was hot to on my neck, he licked and kissed my nape and bit it gently. Though the bite was gentle, it still hurt a little. I opened my mouth to protest, but Haru-san caught it, devouring me with his. Biting and sucking both my upper and lower lip.

Both of them were not giving me the slightest chance of complaining nor escaping. When I realized, I was already too weak to struggle and had given in to the pleasure.

"L-let me go..." I protested in weak, horny sigh as my last effort to get away.

My face felt hot and my breathing was short and hard. My body was limping and leaning on Natsuhiko who was supporting my back. I lay my head on his shoulder while gazing at Haru-san with flushed face.

"Let you go? Look at your slutty face," said Haru-san cruelly, "You want this. I can tell. When it comes to pleasure, you'll easily give yourself in just like that."

"N-no..." I refuted, shaking my head.

"Then what is this?" he squeezed my penis, hard enough to made me cried in pain.

"Haruhiko!" Natsuhiko scolded him, disliking what he did to me.

Haru-san glared at his twin brother coldly, ignoring his protest and kept torturing me with his words and actions.

"I bet you'll do it with everyone who's willing to fuck you, don't you?"

My eyes was brimming with tears. His words hurt me more than his grip on my cock.

"N-no... it wasn't like that..."

Tears flowing on my cheek.

"Haruhiko!" Natsuhiko growled at him and pressing his tone in every syllable of his brother's name.

"Then what is?" said Haru-san, ignoring his twin again. He leaned forward and glared at me with that evil look on his face.

Tears kept flowing on my cheek as I closed my eyes.

"I-it was because of you... Both of you. Only you can make me feel this way. I-I've never done this with anyone but you, Haru-san..." I opened my eyes, pleading him with my gaze.

"How about me, Mako?" Natsuhiko whispered in my ear. His voice was almost sad, but full of lust.

"N-now I want you too..."

Natsuhiko smiled and took both of my hand before kissing the back of my right hand. Then his head moved closer to my face and he kissed me.

His kiss was different with Haru-san; it's more gentle, more caring, while Haru-san's kiss was biting, intense and more passionate. Natsuhiko licked my lips like a cat before he slid his tongue in to my mouth and started to stroke my tongue tenderly. It was so good that I can't help to voluntarily participated by returning his kiss and moaned.

"Hnng... Nggh... Mmm..."

In the corner of my eyes, I could see Haru-san was frowning. He took his clench off my penis and yanked my hand off from Natsuhiko's grip and made me tumbled toward him. It was Natsuhiko who was kindly hoisted my body so I didn't fall onto the floor.

Haru san took off his suit and tie, unbuttoning his shirt before he unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He pulled out his half-hard penis and shoved my head onto his crotch right in front of his cock.

I could smell his arousal that was start rising. He shoved his penis onto me and pressed it on my lips. Natsuhiko was frowning in dislike, but he didn't say anything. Keeping his silent might one of his agreement with his older twin brother to allow him participate in this threesome. Now I could see why he didn't jump and bashed his brother like he would have done when someone was hurting me.

My head felt blank; I didn't know what to think anymore. I was retracting myself from reality, that way I could put up this whole insanity. Hoping that this was only a mere nightmare. 

Just give in to the pleasure. A voice in my head said.

And so I did...

Haru-san pressed both my cheek with his hand and forced it open. I could taste the pre-cum saltiness from his half-hard penis when he put it into my mouth. I wrapped my mouth over the shaft and start sucking, carefully hid my teeth behind the back of my lips so it won’t scrape him, because he hated if that happened. I moved my head back and forth and licked his penis in the way he like, stroking the base of his crown with my tongue, pulling out and sucking its tip before swallowing it again.

Natsuhiko gulped down his saliva as he watched me pleasing his twin brother. He was rubbing my entrance with his wet finger, pouring some lubricant he must had had prepared. I was used so often that he could push in two fingers easily inside me. It was easy, but when the third one was coming, I winched. That hurt a little.

Natsuhiko prepared me well; he took his time stretching my hole while I was sucking on his brother’s cock. When he finally could insert four fingers in, he took his hand away and made me shuddered. The craving empty feeling was soon fulfilled after he glanced up to his brother, asking permission. Haru-san cocked his head a little in arrogant way as an answer. Permission granted.

Unlike Haru-san who would push his whole length in one stroke, again, Natsuhiko took his time penetrating me slowly. He pressed his thick head through my opened entrance and pushed in, gently moving his hips and gave me shallow strokes until I get used to his shape while he pushed a little deeper in every move.

Haru-san's sex was intense and vigorous—not that it didn't feel good, he was incredible. I could come several times with his technique until I was drained out. But sometimes he didn't think of his partner's feeling. He indeed gave my body pleasure, but I was left empty inside, as if there was a hole in my chest.

Natsuhiko's sex, on the contrary, was so caring, so thoughtful. The way he took good care of me, I could feel that I was loved; every single touch of his was kind and gentle. His technique wasn't as good as his brother, but the hole inside my heart was somewhat fulfilled.

When he finally fully sheathed inside me, he sped up his movement, but not too rough. His thick head was hitting the right spot made my body trembled and cries of pleasure slipped out of my mouth. He noticed and kept attacking the very spot and made me trembled in bliss.

I was too distracted with Natuhiko's sex that I stopped using my mouth and sucking. Haru-san glared at me as I did so. He took my head with both hands harshly, holding it steady and moved his hips and start fucking my mouth. Tears rolled from the corner of my eyes. It hurt and I have breathing difficulties. I tried to protest, but Haru-san didn't even seem to care, he fucked my mouth harder until he winched as his penis was twitching inside my mouth and his semen shot to the back of my throat, choking me as it ran up to my nose.

I pulled back my head and spat the unswallow semen while coughing like crazy. My nose running and my tears dripping. I wiped my mouth with my cardigan sleeve.

I looked up with blank expression and met his gaze. But what was that on his face? Grim? Why did he look at me with that complex expression? As if he was so angry he could cry, and some regret flashed in his eyes.

Haru-san looked at his brother and tilted his head, gesturing the bed. Natsuhiko obediently put his hands behind my knees, pulling me up—with his penis still inside me—and carry me to the bed. As he sat down on it, my body weight made his penis sunk deeper inside me. I shuddered and moaned.

"A...aah... Nnnggh..."

Haru-san took off his shirt and exposed those well defined muscles he work so hard in the gym. I was mesmerized by his sexiness. It was the body that held me countless time in the past half year, yet, I still couldn't get enough of it.

Natsuhiko seemed not wanting to lose with his brother, he also took off his t-shirt and revealing his well built body. His was tanner and brawnier than Haru-san, but since he never got into a gym, his muscles must've been formed by the labor part-time jobs he had for living.

The twins started stripping me naked, while the younger twin pulled off my cardigan and my t-shirt, his older brother took off my jeans and underwear. It was unfair to leave me naked while they both still had their pants on. But I didn't complain.

The bed creaked when Haru-san climbed on it. He took both my knees and spread my legs open; exposing my start-to-limp penis and Natsuhiko's that was still buried deep inside me. It was so embarrassing I could cry.

Haru-san moved forward and pressed his gradually erected shaft on my filled hole. My eyes widened in disbelief, and so did Natsuhiko.

The younger twin finally made his form of protest by stopping his brother by his hand.

"What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! You'll break him if you do that!"

"But our beloved Makoto-chan seems to be unsatisfied," Haru-san smirked evilly. "What do you think, Makoto? Does my little brother satisfy you like I do?"

I was confused.

It was indeed that Natsuhiko could fill the gap in my chest, but I wasn't fully satisfied. Something wasn't quite right. I wanted more. I want harder, more intense sex. I want my ass being filled and ravaged. Natsuhiko was too gentle that he moved too carefully not to hurt me—not that I want it hurt, though. He was good, but it wasn't enough!

However, having double penetration was completely out of the questions! I wasn't a sex fiend that I could take two large penises up my ass.

I shook my head and mumbling a "No" repeatedly, begging Haru-san not to do it.

But that evil glint was still remaining in his eyes. Ignoring his little brother's glare, he forced his cock to enter me, where Natsuhiko's big shaft was already filling me up, there's no space left for a second one.

I cried in pain, or more like screaming.

"No! No! NO!! Haru-san... stop it! It won't be fit! NOO...!"

My eyes brimming with tears again. This time I cried because it hurt so much and for his cruelty.

Natsuhiko gritted his teeth. Haru-san stared at him and smiled devilishly, as if he was challenging him.

My scream was getting louder as Haru-san forcing himself on me. I kept repeating a 'no' loudly. My skin started to break and a drip of blood leaking from the wound. Haru-san wasn't even put a quarter of his thick head in and I was already breaking. I was sobbing hard and writhing away, trying to escape from the pain.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!!" Natsuhiko yelled and pushed his older brother.

Haru-san lifted one of his eyebrows and smirked. "No protesting. No arguing. Just be a good boy and obey me. Remember?" he said, "You just broke the rules."

Natsuhiko clenched his fist but restraining himself not to punch his older twin. He gritted his teeth and slid out of me and retreated back, still holding my body and supported it between his thighs. I could feel the heat from his erection on my back.

"There, you can have him all by yourself," he said angrily.

Haru-san shrugged nonchalantly and pushed his whole length in me in one stroke, penetrating me like he always did. I cried in pain and pleasure. This was still much better rather than having two penises up my ass.

My inside wall remembered Haru-san's shaped, it quickly adjusting his size and squeezing it. Haru-san grimaced as I clamped down his cock inside. From his expression, I could tell that he's feeling good.

Now I know how pissed Natsuhiko would be. Because I could hear his hard breathing for restraining his anger as my head was resting on his chest. I wanted to calm him down and please him, so I took his wet shaft in my hand and pushed his chest gently, as if telling him to move back a little bit more.

Haru-san was fucking my ass with all his might, filling me in and do me in the way I desired. Natsuhiko was confused at first but he obediently backing up with my weak push until my head was reaching his crotch. I twist my body so I could lick his cock. It didn't matter that it was still in me not so long ago. I wanted to repay his kindness, by giving him the best fellatio he ever had.

Natsuhiko cupped my chin gently and turn my face to meet his affectionate gaze. "You don't have to do it if you're not willing to."

I shook my head and smiled, silently thanking him for his gentleness. I took his penis and wrapped it inside my mouth, licking and sucking him. Trailing his long shaft and mouthing his balls. I worked my mouth and my hand on his penis, trying the best I could to make him feel good.

Natsuhiko closed his eyes and sighed. His breathing was still hard, but it wasn't anger now, it was lust. He stretched out his long arm and took my neglected ones. Haru-san didn't even bother to touch it since he was in foul mood and dedicating himself fucking me good and hard.

I was hard in no time in Natsuhiko's touch. The pleasure from my front and my rear dizzied me and I melted in bliss. I was close to come and it won't take long for me to cum in Natsuhiko's hand as he also spasm and shoot his load in my mouth. I coughed and spilled the cloudy thick liquid off my mouth and swallowing the rest.

I was panting hard and tired all over, but it was barely finished. Haru-san hadn't come yet. He hoisted my body and sat me on his lap, pumping hard inside me. I clung on his shoulder like my life was depend on it, yet, slipping a lot because the sweat that covering our bodies. Again, Natsuhiko supported me from my rear, I let go my embrace on Haru-san and lean back at the younger twin, kissing him.

I winched when I felt a hot thick rod rubbing on the crack of my bottom. Natsuhiko was hard again and ready for his second. I was so afraid that he changed his mind and did the double penetration.

Natsuhiko smiled, and telling me not to worry. "I only rub it on you, if you don't mind," he said.

I nodded.

Natsuhiko rubbed his cock on my butt crack and moving his hand to my chest, playing my nipples. I was sighing and moaning in lust. I gazed at Haru-san, craving for his attention. He was neglecting me except only for fucking my lower body. He saw my look and smiled deviously when he finally took my penis and stroked it, leaning his body toward me and gave me his biting kiss, devouring my mouth.

"Ah... yes..." I sighed.

Haru-san was taking care of my body needed while Natsuhiko filled the hollow gap in my chest with his care.

As our body heat rising, the twins moved faster when reaching climax. One came inside me, filling my ass, and the other one came on my rear, soiling my back. I came last and spurted my semen on Haru-san's stomach.

I took both of the twin's faces and drew them close to mine. I smiled as the drowsiness took my conscious away... 

Now I'm feeling complete.

We are one; it can't be either of them. They must come in one set, because I'm incomplete without both of them, I realized before falling into the world of dreams.

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