Sweet Chocolate: Short Erotic Pieces

Title: Bath Time Fun Part 2

Warnings: None

When Mikeru awoke the first thing he noticed was that he was still nude. Before the boy had a chance to panic, an arm wrapped around his waist and he was pulled back against another person’s body. He could tell without even looking which brother it was. Sammael always smelled like expensive cologne; while Michael had no distinguishing smell at all.

“Sorry about not dressing you,” Sammael said, and the sound of the older boy’s voice in his ear made him shiver. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

At least with the covers on him he was not exposed, but once Mikeru reminded himself that Sammael would never hurt him, it made it easier to calm down. Had it been Michael, he probably would have jumped out of bed in fear of another repeat of what had happened in the bathroom.

And the minute it entered his mind his entire face turned red. Had he actually enjoyed something like that? That was more frightening than anything else. Michael had been gentle with him and it had felt really good. But did that mean he was a bad person now? If he liked that, then that meant that it would be okay to do everything else, right?

“Hey, what are you thinking so hard about?” Sammael asked as he ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. He was pretty sure he had a clue about what the boy was thinking about.

“I-It’s nothing,” Mikeru said, and he was glad that he was facing away from Sammael.

Sammael smirked when he heard that. “You know. Liking sex doesn’t make you a bad person,” he said as gently kissed the back of the boy’s neck. “And it doesn’t mean that you have to do everything else either.”

Sometimes talking to Mikeru, and trying to explain things to him, felt like talking to a small child, but Sammael had the patience to deal with it. He, like Michael, had noticed how timid and jittery the boy was around them. At first he had thought that Mikeru was simply shy, but there was something about the boy’s mannerisms and behavior that seemed more like a cry for help than simple shyness.

Despite the boy living with them for nearly a year, they hardly knew anything about him, or what events had led the boy to living on the streets. When ever they asked Mikeru about his past the boy would never give them a clear answer, and neither of them wanted to pressure the boy into telling them something he wasn’t ready for them to know.

“But, what if Michael wants to go further than what we did?” Mikeru asked, and then he remembered what Michael had told him about Sammael. How could Sammael be holding him like this when he really wanted to do something like that?

“Then tell him no,” Sammael answered. If it had been anyone else besides Mikeru he would have been insulted; Michael was a lot of things, but he was no monster. “He might seem big and tough, but he would never force you to do anything you don‘t want to do.”

He felt Mikeru relax against him; sometimes he wished he could know what the boy was thinking. That way it would make things a lot easier for him. As much as he wanted to sleep with Mikeru, he also wanted to help him out too.

When Mikeru fell back asleep he drew the covers up around them. He knew Michael was probably waiting for him in their room; not that it really mattered to him, this would be a good punishment for going behind his back and agreement they had.

Besides, there was always tomorrow.

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“Explain this to me again,” Michael said as he fiddled with the cross that hung from the silver chain around his neck. “Just why the hell are we here?”

By “here” Michael meant the local grocery store, a place he had swore never to step foot back in after running into his mother and her new family and getting into a fight with his mother’s new husband. Technically, because of that little incident, Michael was no longer allowed in the store but that was one rule that never got enforced in this place.

“Weren’t you the one that promised him we’d do something with him,” Sammael said as he walked alongside his brother. Michael just knew that the bastard was smirking.

“This ain’t what I meant,” he muttered as he looked around.

Michael knew that the three of them must have made quite a sight. Him dressed up in a pair of baggy jeans, tennis shoes, and white t-shirt with an oversized basketball jersey on over it. Sammael dressed in his “I’m a good boy” outfit consisting of slacks, a dress shirt, and shoes. And then there was Mikeru, who was getting all the attention in the world in his “Cute not pedo” Gothic Lolita style dress.

‘One of us looks like he just stepped out of a frat house, the other looks like he came from a cosplay party… I’m the only one that looks normal’ Michael thought to himself as he stuffed his hands into his pant’s pockets.

“I got a basket!” Mikeru announced as he pushed the rickety old thing towards them.

“Jeez, did you have to get the noisiest one there was?” Michael asked, not in the mood to mince his words.

When Mikeru got that ‘kicked puppy’ look on his face Michael quickly ducked out of arm’s reach of Sammael. His brother could get awfully pissy when it came to the way he treated Mikeru (although Michael liked to think of it as trying to toughen the boy up).

“Don‘t worry about it. Sammael will get another cart” he muttered as he threw his arm around the boy’s thin shoulders. “Hey, let’s go get some junk food. We have enough healthy crap at home.”

“Are you sure it’ll be okay? What if Sammael-” Mikeru started to ask, only to be interrupted.

“Who cares what Sammael wants,” Michael said as he led the boy towards the snack aisle. “Come on. We’ll get some chips and stuff and have a party or something.”

He also planned on buying some liquor as well. That would be something that would have to be sneaked, but the thought of being able to see Mikeru drunk was one that was too enticing to pass up.

Author’s Note: I had such a hard time writing this one. I might end up writing a separate one for these three. That way I can go into detail about everyone’s past. Thanks for the reviews! I hope you enjoy this one too.