The Devil has Blue Eyes

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Chapter 4 - The Tutor
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A/N: I would, once again, really, really like to apologize for the huge-mungus time it takes in between updates. My only excuses being: 1) This chapter was nearly twice as long as the ones I usually write, and 2) there is no better excuse than the sorry excuse of my life, which I assure you, really, really sucks. You may just assume that's angsty whining, but just take my word for it. Plus I suffer from attention deficit disorder. I know this, because after every paragraph (or sometimes even sentence) that I write, I have to go do something else. I'll be like, "Oh, I think I want a drink of water now," "Oh, I think I want to go play with my cats," "Ooh, I think I just remembered something I wanted to look up on the internet," or "Gee, I'm hungry." The other day I was trying to read a book and I actually kept a tally of how many times I got up to do other things. It was 25 times for the day. Its begging to be a huge problem lately because now that I don't enjoy anything, I can't concentrate on anything. So, I'm sorry, but bear with me because this story is a priority.
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Keiichi spent the next two days in his bed. His mother figured he'd been picked on by bullies and that he needed a day off from school to get over the embarrassment. But when he still refused to go to school the day after that, she became worried.

Amber thought that it was strange to get a call from Mrs. Takahashi, but she came over with notes and homework assignments for Keiichi when she was told that he was sick in bed. For a moment she wondered if his staying at home had something to do with all that crap being talked about him at school, but then she figured he couldn't possibly be that lame.

Keiichi didn't look too happy to see her; he didn't even bother to get out of bed.

"What do you want?" he yawned out while scratching his balls under the blanket.

"Your mom called. I came to give you your homework." As she expected, he didn't look all that thrilled.

"Fucking great."

Amber sighed. It really didn't suit her to stick around and take this kind of abuse, but he was her best friend so she figured she owed it to him. "Look, Mr. Gough and Mr. Stein said that if you don't start showing up to class soon, your going to fail."

He covered his eyes with his arms. "Splendid. That's all I need." He started to cry.

Amber, who hadn't seen her friend cry like this since Natalie Rodriguez had dumped him in the fifth grade, briefly contemplated running from the room. Unfortunately, her conscience got the best of her and she sat down on the side of his bed, patting his arm awkwardly. "Umm . . . there, there."

He threw his arms around her and buried his face in her hair, sobbing. Amber, who was not used to this kind of behavior from him, started to cry too.

"Keiichi, what's wrong?"

It was at that moment that he knew he could never tell anyone, and that he was going to have to lie to his best friend. He pulled back. "I - I'm worried about my grades. I just can't keep them up!" Which was true too, but not the reason he'd been stuck in bed for two days. No matter what happened, he would never be able to talk about the events that had occurred in the chemistry room that day.

Amber sniffled and wiped her nose with the edge of her sleeve. "Oh, is that all?" One last tear fell and she wiped that away too. "You had me worried, you freak."

"Yeah, I just . . . it's very stressful."

"Hey, you know, don't even trip over that. I can tutor you."

He stared at her. "Amber, you only have a C average."

Her face turned crimson as she stuck her nose up indignantly. "So, it's better than nothing."

Keiichi sighed, wanting to tell her it was more than just his failing grades, but he knew he would never be able to get the truth out of his mouth without completely losing it. "Yeah, I'll let you tutor me tomorrow at lunch, and then maybe even after school."

Amber smiled. "Okay, we'll do that."

He cuddled into his blankets. "Okay, but not today though, I need to catch up on my sleep."

" . . . You've been asleep for two days."

He closed his eyes and waved her away with one of his hands. "Huh, uh, uh, turn the lights off on your way out."

"Ugh, fine. I left your homework on your desk."

"Yes, yes. That's nice. Now go." I want to be alone.

She left, mumbling under her breath what an ungrateful little brat he was.

I'm sorry Amber, I can't tell you what's wrong.

When he heard the door close behind her, he was once again flooded with the thoughts that had been haunting him for the past two days. Over and over they reverberated in his head, bouncing around off the inner walls of his skull until he wished he could close his eyes and wake up as someone else, or better yet still, disappear entirely. Two days ago, on the third floor of his school, inside the chemistry lab, Mark Stevens had raped him wile the rest of the school was downstairs at lunch. Why had Mark done this? Was he really gay? Or, had he just hated Keiichi enough, and just happened to be sadistic enough to do something like that? Keiichi wondered how he could be important enough for someone to hate him that much. He closed his eyes tighter and curled into a ball as he remembered how Mark had violated him. He remembered cumming in Mark's mouth. He'd even spread himself open and allowed Mark to use him like a woman. His brow furrowed. Did that make him gay? He couldn't imagine having to go to school tomorrow, having to face Mark. He fell back into the blackness of his long sleep.

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First period Keiichi had advanced Japanese class. Since he'd already learned so much from his parents, it was an easy "A" for him. He was really more like a teacher's aide than a student, tutoring his classmates and correcting papers. It really wasn't that much work, there were only ten kids in the class, and that's that the intro, intermediate and advanced classes were all crammed into one. He couldn't really concentrate that day though, due to the cold, heavy hand of fear that had a death-grip on his stomach.

His first sighting of Mark was when he was on his way into their second period class. All the blood in his head drained to his feet as they momentarily brushed past one another. He couldn't even bring himself to look up at Mark to gauge his reaction. If he kept his eyes down and got lucky, he wouldn't have to look at Mark again for a whole other period, seeing as Mark's desk was situated a two seats behind his own.

It was weird, to be in this room again. It was in the same room during lunch three days ago that Mark had raped him. He turned both hot and cold at the realization that there must have been a big stink made about the overturned desks, or the broken and fallen items from Mr. Stein's desk. Or maybe Mark had cleaned it all up before he'd left that day. Either way, no one seemed to be thinking about it now, and the day's lesson progressed with relative ease. Luckily for Keiichi, Mr. Stein didn't call on him once.

But he was not to escape chemistry class unscathed, however. Instead of having a teacher's aide do it, Mr. Stein handed back their test results himself. When he handed Keiichi back his test paper from the week before, there was a discreet note attached by paper clip. It said: "Please see me after class." Keiichi knew it must be about his failing grades. He glanced at his test paper. Sixty-one percent. Barely a "D" minus. It made him sick to think that Mr. Stein perhaps also wanted to talk to him about missing or broken items from his desk as well.

Waiting for the bell seemed like waiting for the gauntlet to drop, and when it finally rang, he gathered all his things extra slowly, not wanting his classmates to see that he was staying behind. As he made his way to Mr. Stein's desk, he could see that only one other student was still there. It was Mark, getting his things together extra, extra slowly. Keiichi wondered if the teacher would wait until Mark vacated the room too start their meeting. He did not.

Mr. Stein was a big smelly old guy. He had grey hair, and was freakishly tall. Keiichi could see a particle of food stuck in his wiry, grey beard. "Keiichi, I really think it's time for us to see if it would be in your best interest for you to consider transferring you into a less advanced class."

The funny thing was that he hadn't even had good enough grades in chemistry to be placed in this class in the first place. He'd gotten strait C's in the subject since the beginning of high school. But his stupid family had other things planed for him. His parents even had a special chat with the principal, which is what was required to get into the advanced class if you didn't have above a "C" for the previous year. He wondered if word would get back to his uncle, who paid his tuition, that he was failing classes. Thinking about all of this, along with the fact that Mark was behind him, made him want to cry. He felt sick to his stomach. He wanted to throw up.

Mr. Stein looked at him. It was his turn to speak. He was going to open his mouth and the only thing that was going to come out was vomit. He was going to open his mouth and . . .

A hand clapped on his shoulder from behind. Before he could work out what was going on, he could hear a voice from beside him saying, "Mr. Stein, excuse me for interrupting, but Keiichi has just hired me to be his personal tutor. We will be starting today, after classes. I feel that with my help, it will not be necessary for him to drop any classes." The voice coming from beside him was Mark's. And Mr. Stein was answering back.

"Well, Mark, thats very good to hear. You are a very capable student and I trust we will be seeing Keiichi's grades improve shortly."

Keiichi was having an extremely surreal moment. This disoriented feeling of unreality caused him to stay still while the rest of the world moved forward. Mark gave his shoulder a reassuring pat before leaving the classroom. Mr. Stein went back to his paperwork. Keiichi stood there and blinked. He caught himself just short of looking stupid and left the class. He walked out into the hall blindly, instinctively going in the opposite direction Mark would have taken to get to their next class. He walked against the tide of students who were scurrying to get to where they needed to be.

He burst into the boy's bathroom at the end of the hall, startling a student who had been washing his face at the sink. The boy was Mark, and he turned to look at him. When he saw Keiichi, his tired face turned into a look of abashed surprise. A drop of water fell from Mark's open lips. Embarrassed, Keiichi reversed his steps, quickly exiting the bathroom and making a dash for his next class. He had caught Mark with his guard down. It was strangely intimate, and to Keiichi it felt almost as if he'd accidently seen him naked.

Why am I acting all embarrassed, he's the one who . . .

He barely made it to calculus class. Mark wasn't there, but he dreaded his coming. Everything passed in a blur. He could not shake the fingers of panic and fear that gripped his stomach with their unrelenting metal talons. After twenty minutes passed without Mark, Keiichi wondered if he had ditched. If that was the case, then he wouldn't have to see him again until . . . when? Later that day? Was Mark really going to try and tutor him? He could leave school the back way and Mark might never see him. He wondered if Mark would actually go through the trouble of tracking him down.

The person in question walked through the door to the class room. Mr. Gough didn't look pleased, but said nothing. Mark didn't look at him as he sat down. He took his things out of his backpack and went strait to his text book. Keiichi didn't have any of his things on his desk, as he was not paying attention. But soon he realized that he would need something to distract him on his desk in order to keep from staring at the back of Mark's head. He tried to get his book out of his backpack as quietly as possible. It didn't really matter, nobody was looking. He opened the book to a random page and stared at it emptily. This was the most horrible day of his whole life. Snippets of memory would play back at random and he would start shaking.

Time went slowly and each minute seemed longer than the last. He decided time would go quicker if he willed himself not to think about it and tried to stop glancing at the clock. He kept staring at his calculous book and tried to think about nothing, but time just seemed to stretch out into infinity. Finally, just when he had started to think that this was hell and he was now being punished for all eternity, the bell rang. Keiichi got up and started to put his things away. He felt like a mindless drone.

His zombie-like state was interrupted by the low voice of Mr. Gough. "Mr. Takahashi, Mr. Stevens, I would like to see both of you after class." The students remaining in the room let out an infantile round of "oohs" as they left. Once the room had cleared the teacher began. "Mr. Stevens, if you could please wait outside for a moment, I have to speak to Mr. Takahashi here in private."

Mark explained to Mr. Gough that if it was about Keiichi's grades he needn't bother and why. He was very polite and respectful, and Mr. Gough praised him for helping out a fellow classmate.

Keiichi, who had stopped breathing again, left without a word when it looked like Mr. Gough was finished speaking. Mark made to follow him, but was called back. "Mr. Stevens, why were you late today?"

Mark blinked. "I had the runs."

His teacher made a slight choking noise. "Um . . . right. You may go now."

He followed Keiichi out into the empty hall. Keiichi had been walking very fast, but still Mark caught up with him in just a few strides. He walked besides him without saying anything.

Keiichi fell to the floor and started throwing up, vile yellow stomach fluid splashing onto the white tiles. On his knees, sweaty palms pressed against the cold hard, dirty floor, he coughed and sputtered.

Mark crouched down beside him. A strong arm slid around his shoulders. Keiichi knocked him back. "Just stay the fuck away from me!" His words echoed throughout the hall as he left Mark laying there next to a puddle of vomit.

He though that once he got through the doors of the cafeteria he would stop hearing the echo of his own voice in his head, but the voice carried on, becoming an annoying sneer as he dodged students with lunch trays. He walked out the other exit, to the grassy area in the back. He met Amber underneath the shade tree they had claimed as "theirs."

"What's the matter? You look like you've just been sick."

"I'm fine."

They spent most of lunch studying, Amber shoving various snack foods in her mouth, spending more time saying "like" and "um" than actually teaching him anything of value. Keiichi, who really wasn't in the mood to study anyways, just kept nodding and saying "yes" whenever she asked if he was getting things.

Physical education was supposed to be spent running laps as a punishment for him cutting so many times this month. But the instructor could tell he wasn't feeling well so she sent him to the nurse's office. He saw a wisp of blue smoke come from the window of the sport's utility closet as he passed.

Usually Keiichi would have been thrilled at being sent to the nurse's office because the school nurse slash receptionist was young and had big boobs. But watching her DDD cups jiggle and shake as she took his temperature held no joy for him now. Today just sucked.

English was spent sitting with Amber in the back corner of the classroom, trying not to stare at the back of Mark's stupid, good looking head. Miss Olsen had them watch a movie, The Grapes of Wrath as she graded the pop essays she had them write at the beginning of the class about that very book. Keiichi, who had already read the book a couple of days after it had been handed out, had scribbled some words down on a sheet of paper and handed it in. Amber kept him amused throughout the period by drawing funny caricatures of their teachers on notebook paper and passing them to him. Kenneth turned and shushed them loudly whenever they laughed.

The day almost over, Keiichi slept through government. He hadn't meant to, but the day had just been so harrowing that he couldn't help it. He drifted off thinking that at least he wouldn't have to see Mark this period if he was asleep.

But unfortunately, after a good bout of dozing, he slowly awoke to the sound of Mark's voice. He tried to ignore it, but it was insistent.

"Yo, Takahashi! Wake up already."

Bleary eyed, he could very nearly make out a blurry Mark in front of him. "Mmm?"

"School's over, it's time to go."

Keiichi blinked and tried to figure out what was going on. Mark was still staring at him. "What?"

"You're drooling."

Keiichi got up immediately, wiping the wet around his mouth with the cuff of his blazer.

"You were snoring pretty loudly, the whole class heard it. But don't worry, no one could tell exactly where it was coming from."

Keiichi stared at him. "Do you want something?" Mark was being strange. But Keiichi had by now guessed that Mark was usually very strange. He had raped another guy on his teacher's desk for Christ's sake!

"The tutoring. I thought I'd give you a ride to my house." Strange, strange son of a bitch.

"Fuck you! I'm not going anywhere with you!"

Keiichi grabbed his backpack and rushed out, with Mark shouting behind him, "Okay, if you really want to fail!"

He found Amber waiting for him at their usual after school meet-up spot. He took her by the arm. "We have to go the back way today."

"What? Why?"

"Uh, I was at the urinals earlier and I accidently pissed on Phil Johnson's foot. I think he wants to kick my ass."

"What? How the hell did you accomplish that? Never-mind, I really don't want to know. Ooh, Phil's buff, we'd better hurry!" She followed him without a fuss. He felt relieved that things were finally going his way for once. They had been walking along the suburbs for about five minutes when they heard a particularly noisy and expensive sounding car pull up behind them. Oh shit.

It was a convertible blue Mustang with the top down. "I just don't understand why a girl as beautiful as yourself doesn't have a ride home." He cruised beside them as they walked.

For a moment, Keiichi thought it was impossible for Mark not to be addressing him, so he almost thought Mark had referred to him as a beautiful girl.

Amber immediately stepped into the role of the coquette, looking down and teetering appropriately. For a moment, Keiichi thought that she was going to say: You can take me for a ride whenever you want. But she came back with something slightly less slutty. "Actually, every day when I get started walking home, someone like you pulls up and offers me a ride."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, I'm totally serial."

Oh my God, I cannot believe she fucking said that again. She's so fucking stupid, I just want to slap her whenever she says that! Little did he know that what she would say next would be worse.

"Well, are you?" she asked.

"Am I what?"

She giggled. "Going to give us a ride?"

Mark laughed. His laugh was strangely beautiful. It gave Keiichi goose-bumps to know that someone that evil could laugh so charmingly. "I thought you would never ask. Hop in."

Great. This was just great. If he didn't get in, he'd make a scene. If he protested, Mark might let something slip about what had happened and Amber might overhear. Or worse, she would ask him what was wrong and he would start to cry.

Amber slapped him on the back. "I call shotgun!" she shouted as she went around to the passenger side of the car. He followed her numbly. He planned on bailing as soon as the car reached their homes; he had no intention of going to any sort of "tutoring" at Mark's house.

Splendid, he thought as Amber opened the car door and Mark helped her bend the seat down so he could climb in the back, I'm volunteering myself to be crammed in the back seat of a sexual predator's mustang. Mother and father would be so thrilled.

Amber an Mark talked and flirted as they drove. It was sickening. Talk about fraternizing with the enemy! Then he heard strange words coming out of Amber's mouth.

"So I went to Mr. Stein today after class to tell him I would be tutoring Keiichi, and he told me that you had already volunteered! I'm so glad; I really suck at calculus and bio chem. I only took it because Keiichi's parents forced him to take it. I thought for sure we'd be in the same class, but we have them completely opposite of each other! Doesn't that suck? It's cool you guys are getting along now."

That girl sure likes to talk her mouth off! Keiichi fumed.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, he was supposed to meet me after school so I could give him a ride to my house, but he must have forgotten." To Keiichi, his tone seemed to take on a deadly edge. Great, now he wouldn't be able to leave the car without Amber asking him why he wasn't going to Mark's. And then he would start to cry in front of them both.

"Oh, that was probably because he peed on Phil Johnson's foot when he was in the bathroom after school today. He was really in a hurry when we left . . . " Keiichi could have killed her right there and then without any remorse. He heard Mark chuckle.

He didn't seem to need much direction from Amber in order to make it to their houses. Oh great! The freak already knows where I live! I bet he's stalking me . . .

Amber wished him luck with his academic endeavors and left her cell phone number in Mark's capable hands. Usually, in polite society, the person in the front passenger seat scooted it forward when leaving so the passenger in the back could have more room. But Amber had never been polite. Or at the very least, the driver would ask the passenger in the back if he wanted to climb in front. Mark drove off without asking any such thing. Probably so Keiichi couldn't escape, just as he'd blasted up the stereo so he couldn't speak. He cursed inwardly.

Keiichi and Amber lived in the ritzy part of town, but Mark lived in the ritzy, ritzy part of town, in the same area that congresswoman and her two sons lived on. The houses here were fewer and farther apart here. Mark's house was on the end of a long road quite a bit into the woods. They pulled up to a gate. He doesn't really think I'm going in there with him, does he? Mark didn't even have to open the window, just pressed a button on the dash and the gate opened. They drove around a large fountain get to a garage on the side of the house. He parked inside. Then he killed the ignition and went around the side of the car to let Keiichi out of the ridiculously cramped seat. I'm so out of here. Mark walked into the house. Keiichi realized the garage door had closed behind them. There was no way out. Shit! Shit! He followed the other boy into the house. Anxiety had made him silent, but after a while of trailing Mark through the big house, he decided to speak up.

"You know I'm not actually staying, righ - "

"Mark, darling, you simply must introduce me to your little friend, I don't believe I've ever seen him here before," the aging blond smarmed. She was having coffee while opening the mail, looking elegant while wearing a long, flowing black and white floral print caftan.

"Mom, this is Keiichi Takahashi. Keiichi, this is my mother."

"H - hello."

"You boys play nice."

"We will."

He followed Mark up the stairs. Should he make a scene in front of his mother? While he was still debating, the door to Mark's room clicked behind him. Damn right I can make a scene . . . He turned to leave.

"Get your books out." Mark was already at his desk getting things ready. "I already marked the things you will need to know for the test."

Keiichi wondered what the hell was going on. He's acting as if nothing ever happened! He was about to bail when thoughts of his Uncle Andrew popped up in his head. Scary Uncle Andrew who paid his tuition. Oh, come on, it's not worth this! Mark was sitting at one of the seats at the desk, going over his notes, completely ignoring the fact that Keiichi was standing near the door, hovering like an idiot. He wouldn't . . . not with his mother downstairs, anyway. He walked over to the desk and sat in the seat next to Mark's. He felt as if he might throw up again. I can kick him in the nuts and run if he tries anything funny. He got his textbooks out and swallowed. Kicking and running hadn't exactly worked so well the last time.

He was silent as Mark looked over his notes for a while longer. He felt his face turned hot as, out of the corner of his eye, he watched the other boy's blue gaze read across the paper. For the first part of the lesson he felt very uncomfortable until he saw that Mark was strictly business. The lesson was long and arduous. Mark discovered that Keiichi's problems went way beyond chapter eight. Keiichi was embarrassed at how little he actually knew, and was surprised by the way Mark patiently explained everything he had trouble with, sometimes going over it two or three times until he grasped it. Things went on like this for nearly two hours until Mark asked him if he would like anything to drink.

"Uh, just water."

Mark stood and walked across the room to a little black mini-fridge that was near the bed, pulling out two bottles of fancy water and handing one to him. There was the sound of a car pulling out of the garage. Mark went to the window and followed it with his eyes.

Keiichi was busily trying to solve the problems Mark had given him, but he couldn't help but notice the blond by the window, framed by the light of the fading day. Mark stretched his arms back, pulling them until his chest arched out just a bit. Guiltily, he watched him again out of the corner of his eye. When Mark let out a gentle sigh, Keiichi felt a crackle of electricity hit him in the gut. He decided this strange, unsettled feeling must be a jab of fear. The hand that hovered above the currant equation on the paper shook and he felt it hard to get a grip of his pencil. Mark took the tight pony tail out of his golden hair, scruffing the scalp with his finger tips. Keiichi couldn't help but glance, breath caught, as Mark tipped his head back to drink from his water bottle. The yellow pencil in his hand nearly slipped from his fingers as he watched Mark's Adam's apple bob up and down, and he shivered thinking that's what Mark's throat must have looked like when he had swallowed him. Mark stopped in mid-gulp, he had opened his eyes and had not expected Keiichi to be looking at him. He immediately looked away.

"Are you done with all the problems?"

"Um, no, not quite. I'm having trouble."

"Let me see."

He came up behind Keiichi, bending over him to read his paper. Golden hair spilled over his right shoulder. Keiichi froze. The low timbre of Mark's voice resonated from the shell his ear all the way down to the base of his spine. "Hmm. I think that's enough for today. I can see that you're getting tired."

Oh no, I think he's going to kiss my ear, I think he's gonna -

Mark stood up. Keiichi's ears buzzed with electricity. He gathered his things as quick as he could without seeming rude.

"Well, um, thanks." He made to leave. He was stopped by Mark's steely grip on his upper arm. "Wha - "

His blue eyes narrowed with a fatal gleam. "You don't think I tutor people for free, do you? I charge fifty dollars a session."

Keiichi was too surprised to be outraged. "I guess I could pay you tomorrow."

His voice lowered as he pulled the smaller boy closer to him. "Are your going to leave without paying me?"

"I - I don't have anything on me . . . " He tired to extract his arm from Mark's strong grip. He had been stupid. Really stupid.

"Well, you're going to have to find some way to pay me . . . " His chilly eyes traveled down the other's body.

Shit! SHIT! This guy really is crazy! "Ugh! No! Get away from me!" He tried to pull away with more force, but Mark yanked him back.

"You wouldn't have come here if you didn't want it. You knew what you were getting into." They struggled. Suddenly, all the excuses Keiichi had made to himself, like not wanting to cry in front of Amber or not making a scene in front of Mark's mom, sounded more than feeble to him. He should have told him to go to hell and damn the company. He should have gone to the police or the school authorities, his parents even. He could find no excuse for putting himself in this position.

Keiichi yelped as Mark kicked him in his side and threw him down on the bed. Keiichi was face down and Mark climbed on his back, pinning him down. He yanked Keiichi's shirt off, mashing his arms in painful directions as he pulled it over his head. That task finished, he leaned over to reach under one of the pillows, pulling out a role of silvery duct tape.

That sick fuck, he was planing this! "Get the hell off me, you sick, demented fuck! Isn't your mother downstairs? Help! HELP! Somebody!" Someone . . . . someone would hear him, wouldn't they?

"Everyone has left the house, I can assure you. You can yell however loud you want." He laughed. "Yes . . . I suppose I am very sick." The sound of unrolling duct tape momentarily rivaled Keiichi's screams. Mark taped his wrists together above his head.

He slid down to Keiichi's waist, long fingers curling under him to undo his zipper. It tickled and Keiichi squealed. His pants were forced off roughly as Mark, it seemed, was impatient. His shoes were torn off his feet painfully. He kicked and scrambled wildly, hoping one of the blows would make contact with his attacker. He heard Mark swear as one of them did. Mark lunged for him, pulling his taped arms down Keiichi's front. He bent Keiichi over, pulling the boy's bound hands through his legs, where he quickly struggled to tape his wrists to his ankles. Keiichi, with his face turned sideways against the mattress struggled franticly, Oh shit was a constant mantra going through his mind. He was naked and duct taped and his bare ass was sticking up in the air and he was about to be violated for the second time by the crazed lunatic behind him.

"Ahh!" Hands caressed his back and sides, fanning over his cheeks before spreading them apart. "You crazy . . . fucking psycho!" He felt the press of a warm, wet tongue against the base of his spine, leaving a wet trail as it dragged down his crack. "No! You don't wanna - fuck! It could be dirty! Stop!" He tightly held all the air in his lungs when Mark's tongue swept past his hole. He tried to wriggle away and think of other things as Mark's tongue trailed up and down his crack. He let all the air out of his lungs with a whimper as Mark licked his exposed sack, taking the balls gently with his fingers and placing them inside his mouth, suckling them. When Keiichi started to tremble, he worked his way back up to his hole, swiveling his tongue around it in circles until Keiichi cried out for him to stop. He then stuck his tongue in, feeling the shivers as Keiichi cried. The tongue disappeared and Keiichi sobbed as he waited for what would come next. He heard Mark shuffle around in one of the drawers in the night stand next to the bed. And then he heard a bottle uncapping. He shuddered and tried to pull away as cold wetness dribbled down his crack.

"Don't worry, it won't be bad this time. I know how to prepare you now."

The thought that Mark sat around thinking about ways to "prepare him" disturbed Keiichi greatly. "Why are you doing this?" he croaked out. "Pervert!"

Mark reached around the front of him, grabbing his erect cock. "What are you talking about? You're as hard as a rock." Keiichi shut his eyes tightly as the strong hand jerked him off. "If I'm a pervert, then what does that make you?" One long finger tried to squeeze inside Keiichi's ass. He clenched tightly. "It would be much easier if you didn't fight it." He jammed his finger all the way in. He curled his finger and wiggled it around, massaging the prostate.

"No! Ugh! It feels like I need to pee!" Mark ignored him and added another finger, getting a rhythm going in and out of him. "Ugh! Ugh!" He kept on and on, until Keiichi started to shake.

He pulled his fingers out. There were sounds of him getting more lube. Slippery bluntness pressed against Keiichi's exposed opening. His hips were gripped with dirty, lube slicked hands. "Ngh . . . agh . . . no!" Mark put it in very slowly, wedging himself between small, trembling hips. When it was all the way in, he slowly pulled it out and then put it in again, causing Keiichi to whimper loudly. Mark groaned and started to pound into him. He pounded him harder and harder, until the bed frame shook so hard that Keiichi thought the bed would collapse. Keiichi tried to suppress the sounds coming from the back of his throat, but Mark kept hitting him just right, harder and harder, until his thoroughly neglected erection was in danger of exploding on its own.

Mark slowed down. He reached around Keiichi's front to grasp his throbbing member with a slick hand. Keiichi groaned and bit into his lip. His heartbeat sounded like thundering waves braking in his ears. Mark slowly eased his cock in and out of him as he masturbated Keiichi's front.

"I can tell you are trying to hold back, but I won't let you. You're going to bust your nut right here, in my fucking hand." Keiichi whimpered as Mark coaxed him with one hand while pumping into him from behind.

"Ah . . ahh . . . ahh!" Keiichi's hips shook, totally out of his control. He wanted to hold back, even if it killed him. Mark plunged in deeper, hitting him in the same sweet spot over and over again. His entire body felt on fire as he tried to resist his impending orgasm, refusing to embarrass himself in Mark's hand.

Mark kept pushing into him, groaning behind him and coaxing him with his voice. "It's alright for it to feel good. It's okay for you to cum, I want you to."

Keiichi moaned and shook, more tears seeping through his tightly closed eyes. He whimpered, unable to stop the explosion that came from deep within him. He cried out as cum splurted all over his chest and in Mark's hand. Mark let go, grabbing him around the waist and surging into him one last time. It just kept coming, wave after wave, harder than he'd ever cum in his life, so hard that it actually hurt and light burst behind his eyes. The last thing he remembered was Mark, whose weight was on him, stroking his trembling body.

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Keiichi awoke to the sounds of someone snoring softly in his ear. The room was dim due to the fading light outside. He was in a bed. He was under the covers. And he was naked. Very naked. With a naked Mark sprawled out all over him.

Well, this was just fucking great. He carefully scooted out of the sleeping blond's grasp, gently trying to move the leg wrapped around him aside so he could leave. He held back a groan of pain. Not only did his balls still hurt, the testicles feeling like they had been shriveled dry like raisins, but his bottom hurt too. He was amazingly clean though, and wondered how he got that way until he spied a bowl full of water and a few washcloths on the night-stand table. His arms and legs still felt sticky from the duct tape though, and tender, like whatever thin hair he did have there had been taken off with the tape.

This totally sucks, he thought as he tried to gather his clothes in the dim light. He would have to sneak out of the freaking house. I hope to God that nobody's home. He made sure he had all his things before quietly exiting the room. There seemed to be no one else in the house, but there was barely any light, making it difficult for him to know where to put his feet as he walked. He walked downstairs and luckily the door was where he figured it would be, strait down from the stairs. He got through the door and through their yard okay, no guard dogs, no parents. He realized he'd have to hop the gate though, and hoped that there wasn't a security guard roaming around to catch him. The top of the wrought iron gate looked sharp. Damn you, Marcus! He cursed out-loud too when he realized that he would also have to walk home.

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A/N: Thank you all for joining me for yet another chapter.

miles: Yes, like most people who develop deep obsessions and unhealthy fixations, Mark is crazy. Trust me, him and his entire family are absolutely bonkers! But I think they are all very lovable in their own way . . .

teeta: Thank you! Your review made me all giddy. I love long reviews! Let me take a moment to give you some answers that I probably should have done better to incorporate into the story in the first place. And now for the meat of my long winded response:

The reason Mark did that is because he’s obsessed with Keiichi. I will go into why and how more deeply in the next few chapters. He is jealous of Amber, very jealous. He’ll probably get even more jealous still in chapters to come. And also, he’s gay.

Keiichi is not feminine, he’s strait. Well, at least so far he is. More and more people these days, especially young people, are finding out that they are bi, even if they hadn’t thought so before. But if any of you do find any of this interesting, you should probably rent the movie Kinsey staring Liam Neeson and the ever so dreamy Peter Sarsgaard. Anyhoo, the point of this was that people do change, or re-evaluate their sexual preferences. Hope I didn’t open up a whole big can of worms with this!

As for Mark acting out of character, he really is beggy and needy and arrogance is just his veneer against dealing with Keiichi.


Semme: Wow, I’m glad you didn’t find it cheesy. I’m always afraid of writing cheesiness, although I’m sure I have and I probably will again seeing as sometimes I just can’t help it. Think of this as an apology should any cheesiness occur.

Trix: So sorry, I didn’t even know the disable anonymous review button was checked! I could almost swear I didn’t check it, although I may have one of the many times I was surfing the internet drunk, and who knows what I was thinking then. Anyways, it’s been turned off, so please review!

Amber is just a bitch who is sometimes sweet and cute as some bitches often are. She hates other females and only gets along with guys. I think this stems from deep seated jealously of her sister as a child. Perhaps I will incorporate that aspect of her into the story.

Michael will have to remain a mystery for now, spoilers and such. Although there will be many surprises about him to come, some of them probably cheesy.

Mark really isn’t arrogant or snobby, he’s just like that to Keiichi. Everyone else at the school likes him so much because he’s really kind and outgoing. I’ll try to put this more into the story somehow. I’m sorry! He really isn’t a cool bastard. He’s just sensitive and insecure. Don’t be too disappointed I hope.

Yes. It hurts a lot without lube if one hasn’t been prepared. I can see why he really didn’t enjoy it that much. But Mark’s just an ignorant teenager and doesn’t know this.

Thanks for the review, hope this cleared up a few things. Or does me giving these long answers just make me look pompous, pretentious ass? ‘Cause I’m sure starting to feel that way . . .

Once again, sorry about the no anonymous reviews!

Paputsza: Love you’re name by the way. Sorry to leave you hanging there. I wish I could write all the time, but stupid lice gets in the way. Erg. I meant life, not lice. I don’t have lice.
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