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You're the Only One I hate

Once upon a time there was a handsome young man named Akashi Seijuuro. Seijuuro was smart, good-looking, rich and had everything a girl would be after. Guys envied him, girls wanted him, parents were left impressed and teachers amazed.

He was an only child, he had everything he needed but… he was all lies for that was just an appearance he had to keep up. What lay inside that head of his was something they would not imagine, something that had to be kept a secret. Something no one could stop, because it was his own sick addiction.

His house is huge with vibrant colors all around. Gardens that leave you breathless and enough rooms to make this house pass as a hotel, a garage with cars of every type you can imagine, closets with clothes you most likely can't afford and a kitchen of your dreams. But in one room… no vibrant colors are present; it is painted scarlet red with matching red and black sheets. In the closets, kinky costumes for a girl, handcuffs, whips, other stuff… a chain connected to the bed post holding delicate hands. Those delicate hands belonging to a pale beauty with rosy lips and baby-blue hair, eyes as blue as the clear sky, saddened and emotionless, the pale skin filled with love marks and each with a painful memory.

"I'm home," the voice made the boy cringe, he was back, he needs to be a good or he will be punished, he had to be good… he had to obey him.

"Welcome home," he greeted, no emotion sipped in his voice, his gaze turning to his heterochromatic orbs, a smile spread across Akashi's lips. That smile…

"Come 'ere," the boy obeyed, only clad in a yukata he made his way to him, keeping his gaze on the wood floor, cold fingers pulled his chin up. "Don't you know to look at me only," it was an order, he nodded and apologized silently. He left his chin and went to the bed, he patted his lap; the small boy went to him.

He hugged his body close to his, the chains making noise. He removed them and let them fall, grabbing his hands in his, he kissed them. He whispered something in his ear, he stood and went on his knees; he took gulped as he unzipped the pants. He was looking at him with that hungry look, like he might jump him any minute now. Releasing his shaft, he played with it a little, giving it soft strokes and a massage.

Getting bigger, he came near the top and gave it a gentle kiss. Akashi cringed, he was feeling good. He inserted the dick into his mouth, his head going up and down, almost gagging from the length; soon Akashi's fingers became intertwined in the blue locks as he forced him down on him. He was choking, his dick hitting the back of his throat. He came in his mouth; he had to drink it all otherwise that'll be punishment. In big gulps he made it.

"I love you, Tetsuya," Akashi merely whispered, there was something in that voice that made, Tetsuya, want to puke.

You're the only person I'll ever hate…

"I love you too, Akashi-kun," Akashi picked him up and made him sit on him. Akashi held his hands behind his back and so Tetsuya began riding him. Tetsuya didn't try to stop his voice, that would anger Akashi, so he moaned his name over and over again for him to enjoy the feeling.

"I'm coming, Tetsuya…" Tetsuya pursed his lips together as he felt him bite down on his neck, he eventually screamed from the pain, something that made Akashi move faster to be able to relieve himself, he let go of the hurt flesh and sucked on it, sucking blood that had come out from the strong bite. Tetsuya cried, his eyes showed no emotion but his body felt the pain. He came inside him.

"Tell me you love me," Akashi ordered

"I love you." I hate you so much

"Tell me you'll never leave me,"

"I'll never leave you." I'll scape your clutches the first chance I have

"Tell me you need me,"

"I need you." Someone help me…

"You will always remain by my side, Tetsuya, you belong to me and nobody else can touch you, nobody," Tetsuya closed his eyes, hot tears began to fall, how foolish of him to think he could be saved from him… or was it…?