Mmm, i dont own the characters, they belong to Takanaga Hinako, so please read her manga (they're super good!)

Please, tell me what you think. Im sorta new at writing fanfics. i have a chapter 2 planned out, but would it be ok to leave it like this? too long? too short? tell me! *frantic*

Over the last few weeks, Morinaga had been completely angry. He wasn't one to bet, and he didn't really know why he did it, but Senpai was giving those stupid little remarks, and something just…snapped.

He was used to the insults, the name-calling, the punches. He was used to the angry rants, the cold shoulders, and the locked bedroom door. But when Senpai started ragging on his bedroom skills—when he had shown him time and time again that the bedroom was where he dominated!

Senpai was cocky. He bet that Morinaga couldn't go one month without touching him (most likely in an attempt to make Morinaga stop molesting him every chance he got), and he had stepped up to the challenge. Obviously, Senpai had forgotten that he had waited for the better part of five years to touch him intimately, and then had been forced to wait two months, and then it was another week, then another. The waiting cycle was endless. But waiting, though torturous, was something Morinaga was very good at.

However, it didn't stop there. Senpai had insisted that Morinaga was going to cave, and when that happened, he was going to be forced into having horrible sex with the man.

"Horrible sex?" Since when? Their lovemaking had never been horrible! If it was so bad, why did Senpai moan and squirm in pleasure, huh?

So, Morinaga would go a month without touching Senpai, and when he did, he was promised a full week of coming home and going at it. If he lost, it was one more month to pay. But he wouldn't lose. This was his game! He was mad that someone, especially Senpai , dared to challenge him at it. He wanted to get back at him. If Morinaga had to suffer, then so did Senpai.

Souichi had gone home early. His idiotic, but usually affectionate kouhai was mad at him almost all the time. He wasn't used to this side of him.

He had made a bet that if Morinaga didn't touch him (other than what was necessary) for one month, then for a whole week, he would consensually have sex with him. The only reasons he had even bothered to make the stupid bet was to A) to get the idiot off his back for a while and B) he really didn't think Morinaga could hold back, which, as a condition of the bet would equal another month of no touching. That was practically two whole months without the almost constant assault!

He knew from experience that Morinaga had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. It was obvious that he was willing to take a hit in order to get some action. He expected the idiot to cave within the first week—telling him to his face that he was aware that he was going to be forced to have horrible sex with him. But what he didn't expect was his reaction.

He had simple asked for the tweezers and practically had his hand stabbed; he handed Morinaga the data papers and had them snatched from him. Morinaga barely talked the whole three weeks, and when he did, his words were cold and his sentences were clipped. Most of the time at home was spent in his room, and when he bothered to come out, it was only to make dinner or go to the bathroom. Souichi really couldn't stand being around this newfound side.

Was he so desperate to have sex? Even if he was, Souichi expected Morinaga to beg and plea, bitch and moan, instead of being so harsh. It was weird.

When Morinaga got home later that evening, he went straight to his room and slammed the door. Souichi flinched then scowled. The idiot is having a temper tantrum! Guess dinner is up to me. He got up, went to the fridge and searched for some leftovers.

He was about to heat up last night's curry when Morinaga's door swung open. He wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes. It felt eerie, wrong. In his hand he held three long, yellow pieces of cloth. Souichi recognized the material from that ugly yellow shirt he found while drunkenly ambling though Morinaga's draws the night he was first assaulted. Why was he cutting his shirt up? The younger man went over to where Souichi was standing and looked him straight in the eye.

"Senpai," he started quietly, "I have a little compromise for you."

A smile curled up over Souichi's lips, despite the fact that he was feeling rather nervous. He knew this would come. "Lemme guess," he almost laughed, "you don't wanna wait? You want to just do it today. Are you willing to take the punishment?"

Morinaga wore the same smile. His face didn't move, except for his eyes, which narrowed threateningly. It caused Souichi's own smile to drop into a confused frown. It was rare that he was afraid of Morinaga except for when he was forcing him into bed. Grumpy Morinaga was scary.

"Not exactly." Souichi watched as the younger man marched to the kitchen and grabbed a chair. He tied a piece of yellow material to each arm and held on to the third one.

"I know it isn't as bad for you as it is for me," he announced almost proudly, as if he had just figured this out. "I know you don't want it that badly. But I do know you want it, even just a little."

"The hell? Of course I don't want it! I'm not a homo—I don't want to do that sort of stuff with a man. You're the only one who—"

Morinaga's expression had changed from eerie to somewhat hurt. He thought that Souichi was still very much in denial about them, and was lying to himself. His body was more honest than he was, so Morinaga often went with what he got from there. But right now, he wasn't allowed close enough to interpret what Souichi's body wanted. However it had been a few weeks. Had he jerked off by himself?

Morinaga seriously doubted that.

"I'm not talking about doing it. I'm talking about making you come. I know it's been hard on you, so I'm allowing you some relief, Senpai." Morinaga's voice faltered a bit at the end. Did Senpai notice? Would he take the bait?

Souichi remained quiet for once. He wanted to make him come, but didn't want… that was unlike Morinaga. Usually, he couldn't hold back to save his life, and now he just wanted something like this. No way.

He didn't want to admit it, but I had been a little difficult these last few weeks. For years, he had gone without constant contact. He wasn't some social butterfly, and he strayed away from the common people—most of them were idiots anyways. But when Morinaga swept into his life, it was suddenly there—the little shocking touches, the reassuring pats on the shoulder, the light brushing of fingers. It wasn't enough to make him notice, but now he missed it.

But then the touches became more intimate, his fingers now brushing those private places that made him blush, the caresses making him more aroused than he should be. He would never admit it out loud, or even to himself, but over the last few weeks, he had begun to miss those too. Not the sex—certainly not!—but the feelings that came with it. Souichi was a slave to the sensations, and although he would continue to fight it, once he gave in to Morinaga, it was...it was something else.

After a long silence, Souichi finally whispered, "What's the catch?"

Morinaga finally smiled a sincere smile.

Hook, line, and sinker.