The Devil has Blue Eyes

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Chapter 3 - Confusion
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A/N: Thank you for reading this far. One non-con lemon coming up! Hmm, I know I promised a quicker update, but I suck. Sorry. Light editing to last chapter, not even noticeable and not as much as I’d wanted to do. Oh yeah, I just got done translating this from the handwritten version and maybe there are still errors. Idunno, I didn’t look over it yet. I’m so tired. I wish I had no job and I could just spend all day writing smut. Yeah, a job like that would rock.

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On Monday morning, Keiichi awoke fresh, Saturday night’s events having been pushed to the way back of his mind. He ate his cornflakes in the breakfast nook while his mother cooked for herself (she never cooked for anyone else) and his father sat and listened to news on the kitchen radio wile reading the newspaper. Keiichi had always thought this was very odd behavior and occasionally hassled him about it, but the kitchen radio was still turned to nothing but news in the morning. Keiichi’s father looked almost like Keiichi himself, except perhaps more rugged seeing as Keiichi had also inherited many of his mother’s delicate features. Although he worked out a lot, his bones were small and he never seemed to gain much weight no matter how many protein shakes he downed. He also felt that his chin was way too angular to be considered masculine. His father tried to console him by telling him he would fill out as he got older, but his mother would just laugh and tell him that girls liked frail looking men, which mad him feel even worse because he had never thought he looked “frail” in the first place.

The Takahashi family lived in a large house, a house that was way too large for a meager family of three. Keiichi’s mother was an interior designer for some of the wealthy and most of the wealthy wanabes in and around town. Although strangely enough, she never seemed to have the time or inclination to properly decorate their own residence. This didn’t matter seeing as none of them liked to entertain much.

Keiichi’s father had been unemployed for going on three years and claimed he was busy writing “the great American novel.” But to Keiichi it looked like he was busier working on the various flower beds he’d planted around the property. Not to mention the greenhouse he’d built in the back.

Keiichi’s mother ended up paying for everything, including Keiichi’s $40 a week allowance which he earned for mowing their huge yards and helping his father with the gardening. Although after hearing what the Sterlings paid their landscapers, he was seriously thinking about going on strike. But every time Keiichi, who was saving for a car, tried to ask for more, his mother would just grumble something about retirement. At this rate he would never be able to afford anything that actually ran. He contemplated expanding his horizons and applying for a job at The Burger Bum in town. But with the way his grades were, he seriously doubted that was an option.

They did quite well living on just his mother’s salary. But they would never have been able to live in a house so grand if Keiichi’s great aunt on his father’s side had not left it to them in her will. Now all they had to pay were they yearly property taxes. The aunt herself had died when Keiichi was just a baby, and although his father would sometimes go on and on about “dear old Aunt Kaede,” it was understood to Keiichi that he’d barely known the woman. In fact, his father had never met her, and didn’t even know that she was still alive until she died.

Most of the Takahashi’s rich neighbors knew they had no real money behind them, but nobody really cared seeing as this was the day and age where no one gave a rat’s ass about anything that was not interesting, hot, juicy gossip. Had his mother been a lesbian and his father a confused transvestite with illegitimate black offspring, they would have been looked down upon while tongues wagged, but alas they were normal, and normal was boring so although they were never really accepted, they were never actually shunned. They were treated civilly by most of their neighboring families, except Mr. and Mrs. Sterling who treated Keiichi like crap. But to their credit, they treated everyone else like crap too so it didn’t really matter all that much.

After breakfast, Keiichi stopped by Amber’s house and waited for her so they could walk to school. Keiichi had a license but no car, and Amber, who could get her parents to buy her any car she wanted at anytime, refused to get her license. When pressed, she would reluctantly admit that she was “afraid of handling a two ton potential death machine.” Sometimes she could talk her parent’s into letting Keiichi drive one of their cars, but rarely. So every day they walked about twenty minutes to and from school. Luckily there weren’t any steep hills around.

When they arrived on campus that day, something peculiar happened. People were talking about them. Girls were talking about them. They would look at Keiichi, giggle, and then whisper to themselves. Keiichi looked confused. He took Amber aside. “What’s going on around here? Do I have something on my face?” He wiped his lips with his sleeve, trying to find the offending cornflake he thought was stuck there.

Amber looked at him. “Nope, nothing.” She kept on walking.

During first period he actually had to check the mirror and make sure she hadn’t lied to him. All the girls in his class, he could swear they were talking about him. This was confirmed during second period biochemistry when he heard one of them actually whisper his name as he walked by. He looked at Mark to gauge weather he knew anything about this, but Mark seemed to be avoiding looking at him all together.

By advanced calculus, he was on pins and needles, not really sure what to do. Sydney Walnack, one of the most popular girls in school and the girl he had seen hanging onto Mark in front of Creep actually came to his desk and started talking to him.

“Hi Keiichi,” Sydney gushed. He was stunned that she even knew his name seeing as they had absolutely no classes together. “I was just so happy to see you last night. Do you go to The Terrace often? I just love – ”

“Sydney, what are you doing here?” Mark had come up on her from behind. His voice was cold, as if he were annoyed. Sydney did not even take advanced calculus, or any calculus for that matter.

She looked very nervous. “Oh, Mark, I didn’t know you were in this class . . .” She laughed skittishly.

“Do you even know what class you’re in? Or even, for that matter, what planet you’re on?” She looked wide eyed and confused, as if she didn’t know weather to run or to cry. Mark continued. “If you need directions back to home ec., I could always draw you a map. . .”

Mr. Gough appeared behind them both. “Mr. Stevens!” his voice boomed loudly. “Who is this young woman?”

Un-rattled, Mark relied dryly, “I’m not sure sir, she appears to be lost.”

Gough glared at all three of them. “Stevens, I do not in the least bit find that funny. Now please, return to your seat.” He turned to Sydney. “And you, young lady, please return to your class.” The whole room snickered as Mr. Gough led her out by the arm.

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At lunch time Keiichi walked franticly to their usual spot. “Amber, what the hell is going on?”

She pretending she did not know what he was talking about. She stuck her chin out. “I’m afraid I don't know what you are talking about.”

“Don’t give me that shit! Every girl in school is whispering about me behind my back. Sydney Walnack came into my third period class just to say ‘hi.’”

Amber snorted. “That’s because Sydney Walnack is a stupid slut.”

Keiichi ignored the comment about Sydney's supposed sexual promiscuity. “Aaaammmbeeerrr! Why are all the girls taaaaalkiiiiing about meeee?” he whined.

She sighed. “Because now then think you’re hot. They saw you at The Terrace on Saturday night all dressed to the nines and now they all want you. Mostly because you were with me and all the girls want what I have so it’s only natural that – ”

“Ugh,” Keiichi interrupted. “I can’t believe it.”

Amber rolled her eyes. “A bunch of hot girls from our school want to have sex with you. Now unless you are gay, I don’t see a problem with this.”

Hmm, she did have a good point. This new development could prove quite beneficial to his sex life, or lack there of. He momentarily forgot that Amber’s sole purpose in life was to make other females angry and jealous and that she had probably used him in some sort of evil plot to that effect.

“I’m telling you my friend, they’re ripe for the picking. You’d better strike while the iron is – ”

There conversation was suddenly interrupted by an obtrusive presence. Mostly everyone in the school knew that they didn’t like to be bothered and only let other people hang out with them seldom. But apparently someone had not yet received the memo. It was Kenneth, an annoying boy from his and Amber’s English class. Keiichi, who had been in a sour mood all day was needlessly harsh while addressing him. “Yes, Kenny, did you need anything?”

The nerdy boy with the large glasses looked about ready to pee himself. “Uh, I uh, it’s Kenneth actually.”

Keiichi was getting frustrated. He didn’t like having to talk to people he didn’t know or even want to know. “Yes, Kenneth, what do you want?”

Kenneth looked at Amber with a flushed face. Amber was pretty popular with the guys, and although most of their attention went unreturned, she got asked out by a different guy every week. He looked to the floor. “A-amber, is it true? Is it true you’re going out with Keiichi?” This last bit was fairly shouted and people started to look.

Amber, too stunned to say anything just stood there with her mouth gapping open, staring at him as if he were some sort of alien. Keiichi, who was feeling especially cruel that day, decided to play a joke. He blinked coldly at Kenneth. “Yes. As a matter of fact she is.” More stunned still, Amber made a slight noise as she coked on a bit of her own saliva. Keiichi turned to her. “Isn’t that right, darling?” Grabbing her shoulders, he turned her to face him, kissing her square on the mouth. Kenneth gave a wail of distress as he ran in the opposite direction, arms flailing. All conversation around them stopped as the entire surrounding student body turned to watch. Amber, not wanting to make a scene, but not wanting to let him continue humiliating her, made a tentative, concealed struggle against his chest. When he finally decided to pull back (he was having trouble controlling his laughter) her face was red and wide eyed and she was huffing angrily, ready to kill him. Before she could gather her wits he decided that now was a great time to make a speedy exit. “Sorry sweetheart, but it seems I have forgotten something in one of my classes, if you’ll excuse me.” And with those words he left her standing there, murder in her eyes.

Well, he really had forgotten his biochemistry homework up at the lab. He waited for the disabled person’s elevator (the one you were not aloud to use unless you were disabled) to take him to the third story. He’d been planning to get it and it had made a convenient excuse. He laughed to himself. Amber was going to kill him. Hell, she probably wouldn’t even speak to him for about a week. After killing him of course. Maybe he could start hanging out with Philip at lunch in the mean time. Eh, screw that bitch anyway, he thought to himself as he entered the science classroom. Lucky for him Mr. Stein had left the door unlocked. Nobody else was there so he headed strait for his regular desk. He bent to retrieve the homework he had left in the basket underneath his seat. He whistled as he stood there and looked it over. The door clicked as someone else entered the room. Keiichi stopped whistling, but didn’t bother to turn around. It was probably just Mr. Stein anyways. He was trying to figure out how in the world he was going to solve number five when he heard breathing behind him. Mr. Stein was getting awfully close . . .

He was about to turn around when strong, young arms wrapped around him from behind. He kicked and struggled to remove himself from the steely grasp of his unknown attacker, knocking over the desks in front of him. The arms around him held fast.

“Don’t run.”

Keiichi froze. He recognized the rough, shaken voice breathing in his ear. It was Mark. Never could he have imagined such heated, shivering words falling from those aristocratic lips. Lips which were now fervently kissing the lobe of his hear, biting it when he renewed his struggles, sending chilled shocks down his spine. What the hell is going on here? He gathered the last of his quickly dissipating strength and whirled around violently, ripping himself out of Mark’s arms.

“Marcus! What the hell, man?” He tried not to show his fear, but his tough act was belied by his flushed face and shaking breath. His head was dizzy and light with adrenaline and he could feel panic churning deep within his stomach.

Mark said nothing, only stared at him with pale blue eyes which burned with glacial fire. Gone was his usual air of arrogant distain, and in its place was something like . . . desperation? He was trembling visibly and though it seemed like he was starting to say something, he could not for the life of him, coax a single word from his throat.

At first Keiichi thought this must have been some sort of a weird joke, but now it occurred to him that the other boy might have cracked. Maybe he was even on some sort of drug. They stared at each other in deadlock. Keiichi had the sudden, frantic thought that if he didn’t escape now, he might not be able get out alive. He bolted for the door, but was yanked back by the collar of his blazer, which was now pulled down tightly nearly to his waist. His hopes of escape were dashed by the sound of ripping seams as they struggled. His damaged jacket prevented him from raising a hand to Mark no matter how desperately he struggled to get his arms free of it. He gritted his teeth and tried to head butt Mark, but only succeeded in uselessly grazing his shoulder. Mark pushed him into a row of desks. Every part of his body seemed to have hit something on the way down. He groaned in agony. He lay there stunned, in too much pain to move or even struggle as Mark fell atop him. He cringed, waiting to have the crap beaten out of him. It took him a moment to realize that he was not being beaten up, he was being kissed. He was being kissed gently, on the side of his face at the juncture where his jaw met his ear, on his cheek, on his neck, on his collar bone and in the hollow of his throat.

What the hell? What -

He heard the sound of his shirt being forced open and a strange noise emerged from his throat as Mark’s hands with his long tapered fingers caressed his chest with feather lightness. He choked out a breath as something warm and wet closed around his nipple. “Aaah! Crap man! What the hell are you doing?” he gasped. He tried to force his head up to face his attacker, but hard, sharp pain in the back of his neck pushed his head back down. His nipple was being bit and sucked and there was not a thing he could do about it. Any attempt at struggle he made was subdued by his torn blazer, which, aided by Mark’s weight, forced his arms uselessly to his sides. He felt both burned and chilled where Mark’s tongue traced a path down his chest. He moved lower, his weight suppressing the struggles of Keiichi’s kicking legs. He lifted Keiichi’s shirt and blazer up an inch or to, revealing his smooth, well sculpted belly.

“Agh!” Keiichi’s voice strained as Mark nuzzled his navel with the tip of his nose, softly pressing kisses around it with his heated lips. He screamed when Mark’s tongue darted into his navel, searing him to his core. “Stop! What the fuck? Fucking STOP! Keiichi struggled harder, jerking his torso from side to side, violently trying to rid himself of the weight on top of him.

This can’t be happening. He felt a strange panic, wanting to flee but not being able. He was also deeply angered at his own vulnerability.

“Is this some sort of sick joke? Stop!”

Mark shifted his weight off of him and Keiichi’s heart beat heavily with relief. He sighed. Right now he just wanted to run away and cry. But it wasn’t over.

Terror as he never knew flooded him as his pants were unzipped and moved down along with his boxers. Keiichi yelled, knowing no one would hear him because everyone else was three floors down at lunch. He tired to kick, but the pants and boxers around his ankles were unable to slip off his feet because of his shoes. It made a restraint better than rope. Mark positioned himself between his caught up legs. Ignoring the pain, he found the strength to force his head up just in time to see Mark ravenously take his semi-hard cock into his mouth. Keiichi yelled again, grabbing at Mark’s hair with arms made short by the hindrance of his jacket. He tried to pull Mark off, tried to dislodge him, but Mark’s mouth was relentless, moving up and down and taking him in whole.

Panting, he tried to get Mark to listen to reason. “You – you can’t to this. Please! Please stop! Plea – ” his voice broke as Mark continued, holding down trembling hips which now undulated as if forced. He didn’t know why he was reacting this way, why his body had betrayed him at the worst possible time. All he knew was that he felt like he was going to die, like his entire body was going to shatter in one shimmering explosion. He didn’t want to cum in Mark’s mouth, but just the concept of it made him nearly explode. He was going to. It was a certainty. Inevitable. He moaned and panted and his fists clenched around Mark’s hair so hard he thought he was going to pull it out. “Uh! Oh God. Oh God no, please. Please stop!” His voice was now frantic, his hips now undulating hard and fast, meeting the thrust of Mark’s unrelenting mouth. “Please stop! I – I’m – ” One last plea was whispered before no more words would come out. He gripped the sides of Mark’s golden head tightly, thrusting so hard he could feel himself hit the back of Mark’s throat. He whimpered brokenly, burying his face into the soft hair on the top of Mark’s head. He shivered and moaned. He caught a glimpse of Mark looking up. His neat hair was tousled and had come undone from his pony tail. Evidence of Keiichi’s orgasm poured in a thin string from his bottom lip. Blue eyes burned into his, singing his soul. Keiichi lay back down, shaking. He covered his face with his hands, not wanting the confused tears to be seen.

He was brought abruptly back to reality when he heard the sound of another zipper unzipping. He forced himself to take action with strength he didn’t even know he had left. He scrambled onto his stomach and then to his feet, knowing that if he tripped over his pants there would be no chance of getting away. His arms finally shrugged free of his blazer, and it was left hanging around his waist. He had a good chance now, if he could just get up fast enough! But the whole world seemed a dream, and in his weakened state he could only move in super slow motion. Unfortunately Mark was much, much faster. Keiichi yelled as the air was forced out of his lungs. Mark had caught him from behind and forced his torso onto the teacher’s desk. Objects smashed and clattered as they fell. Mark pressed himself firmly against Keiichi, subduing his struggles. When Keiichi wouldn’t cease his squirms, Mark roughly grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his cheek against the cold, hard desk. Keiichi yelled and struggled like a frightened animal when he felt something hot and blunt poke him between the buttocks. It tried to force its way in, but couldn’t amidst Keiichi’s violent struggles.

Finally, Mark grabbed him around the middle, wrapping both arms around him, holding him close and tight. Keiichi, light headed and weak, sagged in his arms. Hot, shaky breath whispered in his ear. “If I – If – I’ll die if I can’t be inside you.”

His graphic words robbed Keiichi of all thought. His heart beat hard and he could no longer think. He relaxed submissively. Mark lowered him gently atop the surface of the desk. He could hear Mark behind him, moistening the tip of his cock with his own saliva. He then slid the palms of his hands between Keiichi’s inner thighs, spreading him apart. Keiichi shook and closed his eyes tightly, opening his legs at Mark’s urging. Mark positioned himself and then let his hands travel upwards underneath his shirt and hanging blazer, gently grazing his smooth skin until he firmly grasped his lower back, hands squeezing into Keiichi’s delicately boned pelvis. The hard, hot object that had prodded and poked now pressed against his tight opening. And pushed . . . and pushed. “Aggh!” As Mark pushed the head of his erection past his sphincter, Keiichi felt an intimate, searing pain in his most private of places. He obviously had not known what he was getting himself into. He tried to shirk away from the huge cock pressing into his ass, but Mark’s firm grip never wavered as he pressed himself into Keiichi bit by bit, every inch agonizing, until he had slid in to the hilt.

Keiichi writhed and squirmed and cried aloud. “It doesn’t feel right! Take it out! Take it out!”

Mark bent over him, placing a kiss on the nape of his neck, making his hair stand even more on end. “Keiichi, I – ” His hips suddenly jerked, as if he were trying to hold back but he couldn’t. His body was now operating entirely on reflexes. “I can’t. I can’t – hold back.” He grunted and slammed into Keiichi once, and then again. Keiichi screamed in pain. He slammed into him again and again, until shortly a noise erupted from him that sounded as if it had been torn from the throat of a wild animal. Mark trembled, collapsing on top of him. He could feel Mark’s member, still pumping inside of him, and he could hear the sounds of harsh nasal breathing coming from above. As Keiichi slowly realized where he was and what he was doing, his world crashed. He now found himself in the middle of the most uncomfortable moment of his whole life.

Mark was lying on top of him, stroking his back, whispering in his ear, “You’re good . . . you’re . . . so good . . .” Keiichi stiffened uncomfortably. Mark paused. “Are you . . . okay? Do you need me to finish you off?”

At that moment, Keiichi came fully to his senses. In one swift movement, he shrugged Mark off of him, groaning in pain as Mark’s penis slid out of him. He turned around and shoved him back as hard as he could, not even looking to see where he landed. But as Mark fell he did too, having forgotten the pants bunched around his feet. He didn’t even think as he darted up again, quick as lightning, his only intent to get away from this situation as quick as possible. He didn’t even think about stopping as Mark yelled at him to wait. He held his pants up with his hands as he burst out the door and down the hall. His legs nearly tumbled and gave way from under him as he flew down the stairs, not even wanting to wait for the elevator.

He left school the back way, making sure to avoid all people. The walk home was uncomfortable to say the least. It was painful and he felt dirty and sticky. When he got home, his father was in the front garden, tending his flowers. He scolded him for ditching school, but trailed off when he saw the state his son was in. Keiichi went strait for his room and locked himself in the bathroom. He undressed, folding his soiled boxers into a wad and burying them deep in the trash can. He didn’t want his dad to see them when he did his laundry.

He stayed in the bath for a long time, so long in fact that his mother knocked on the door when she got home. Under the impression that he was sick, he was immediately sent to bed. His mother made chicken soup, which was served to him in bed, and which he ate all the noodles and the vegetables out of but left the chicken. After all his parent’s fussing was over, he closed his eyes and headed for a deep, dreamless sleep.

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A/N: Sorry. Probably a lot of errors, I didn’t even get a chance to look at it while I was typing it. Just tried to get it out there as fast as possible or else I might put it off forever. This was my first slash scene, hope it wasn’t too cheesy.

Kyandoru: Thanks. Remember, back up that hard drive!

Vandalizer86: Glad you stuck around, hope I didn’t disappoint.

bambi4real: Thank you for your condolences. I hope I get this story finished soon so you all won’t have to wait.

miles: Thank you muchly, hope you enjoy the rest of the story. The plot will thicken.

Yaoi-Chan: This chapter was handwritten, and it was supposed to be typed at the same time as chapter 2, but chapter 2 just ended up being so long . . . And then I have that time lapse thing where a month to me is like a day, that also explains some of the long periods between updates.

jadering: Hope you don’t mind the dark turn Mark’s personality has taken. But I guess there’s more there than what’s on the surface.

madlodger: Wow, thanks! I hope I didn’t disappoint you with this chapter. I’m always afraid that I’ll just blow things and everyone will start to hate my story.

Thank you everyone for reading!!!!!!!!!! You make my day!

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