"I want a divorce."
Rukawa's hand stopped in the process of turning the doorknob to their bedroom. His whole body stilled. His sports bag was slung over his shoulder after an especially intensive practice at the gym today, the Americans believed in practicing long hours, which suits him just fine. The last thing he expected to find when he got home was this. Vaguely he wondered if the red head was feeling well. His hand moved to twist the knob again.
"I'm not sick."
For the second time, his hand stopped half way in twisting the door open again. He wondered if the red head was joking.
"I'm dead serious."
Cold fingers brushed against his heart. Dead serious? His mind went blank, one word floated in the empty abyss. Why?
A stilted laughed was heard from the room, "You don't even know what you've done don't you? How typical of you, I suppose it's too much for me to expect that you'd even think about what you've done…What you've been doing to me."
His hands gripped the metal knob so hard, that Rukawa was surprise that the metal didn't just ooze out from between his fingers. His mind was still a total useless confusion that centered on why? What had he done?
"I'm divorcing you, get that into your head first."
Divorce. His hand went slacked the death grip he had on the metal loosened as the word finally nailed in. Hanamichi is going to divorce him. Suddenly, his mind shifted into fifth gear, his body already fully prepared to burst in when the red head's next word drifted over.
"I can't live with you anymore."
Can't…live…with him?
A heavy sigh, "You just never notice it, you never notice anything I do anymore. Unless it bothers you" Another forced laugh.
His hand fell off entirely from the doorknob. This was it; he didn't pay enough attention, never paid enough attention to whatever the red head do. It was so like him, like his father, to take something so precious for granted.
"I hope you don't mind to a prenuptial divorced. You did sign the papers for it you know. Or you don't know, you should never sign anything without rereading everything at least twice, baka. But then, all hell will break loose before you take any advice given from a lowly being like me."
Energy seemed to drain away from him. His legs, too weak to support him collapse, sending him kneeling on the cold floor. His chest hurt, where his heart is supposed to be.
"You didn't even bother to look at me once the honeymoon's over. I'm hurt you know, so very hurt, and lonely. But you were busy, you're always too busy."
He's hurting now, the pain in his chest intensified with every word driven like spikes into his heart. In spite everything, he dared to hope. To nurse a tiny fragile seedling against all odds.
"It's too late, I can't trust you any more."
With those words, Hanamichi snuffed out the tiny hope just like that. So cruel, thought Rukawa, his head bent, eyes squeezed shut. He was afraid that, if he open his eyes, he would see blood all over the place. Blood from his torn bleeding heart.
"My lawyer will see you tomorrow,"
Somewhere, the sound of a door being slammed shut echoed through the house. That galvanized him into action. He can't, won't let the red head leave without a fight he'd hog tie and abduct the red head and chain him to the bed if it take that to keep Hanamichi from leaving. Hanamichi was HIS for goodness sake, no one will get his, or her hands on HIS Do'aho without stepping over his battered tortured and very dead body. Even then he'd haunt them for the rest of his ghostly life.
With all this blind rage building up, Rukawa burst through the door like a dark avenging angel from hell. Eyes wild and breathing hard, his eyes focused on one thing only. Sakuragi Hanamichi. He ignored the startled yelp from the red head and swept a pile of papers off
the bed with a sweeping motion. He ignored the protest from the red head, his blood lust brain could only think of one thing. To make the red head his, permanently.
With a vicious wrench he tore off the shirt Hanamichi was wearing, and used the shredded pieces to tie the protesting hands to the bedpost. The daily practices and his mindless anger had made him physically stronger than the red head. Even as Hanamichi tried to twist away, he managed to secure the red head to the bedpost. When Hanamichi tried to voice his protest, he covered the lush red mouth with his, sucking and grinding their mouths together until they were both bruised and breathless.
Hanamichi whimpered and moaned from the unexpected attack, and Rukawa reveled in the sounds coming from the red head's mouth. So at odds with those cruel words spoken just now. He wanted to hear them say his name. With deceptive casualness his hand went down to stroke the red head through thin shorts. Using the friction of the material to stimulate him. The other hand snaked around the red head to tweak a nipple. His mouth moved to cover the other one.
Soundless screams came from Hanamichi as he felt the strong rhythmic suction, coupled with the ceaseless stroking. He could feel himself hardening, feel Rukawa's hardness pressing on his thigh. His head thrown back to expose vulnerable expanse of throat, as he writhe from the sensation coursing through his body. He could feel Rukawa's predator brand of lust enveloping him.
So lost he was in the strong feelings that he never notice his shorts being tore to pieces as well. Rukawa, impatient and blind with lust, didn't bother to drag the small scrape of material down the long expanse of legs to remove it. Instead, he simply uses his hands and teeth to tore the shorts and under wear along the seams and pushed them out of his way. With long callous hands, he stroked the red head, watching the play of emotions across his face. Bringing him to the edge before mercilessly tugging him back again.
Finally, Hanamichi couldn't take it anymore. He abandoned all thoughts of pride and began to beg. With his mouth, with his velvet brown eyes, he begged Rukawa to take him.
"Kitsune… please…please…Kaede…"
With a self-satisfied smile, Rukawa leaned over until their noses almost touch. Hanamichi could only stare, mesmerize by the smile. It was a smile of a fox that had found the way into the farmer's chicken house, totally undetected. Hanamichi only had a second to stare however. With a quick practiced thrust, he pushed into Hanamichi's unprepared entrance.
The red head's eyes dilate from the pain.
"Scream for me…"
He screamed.
Hours later, shaky and spent from the roller coaster ride from pleasure to pain and pleasure and more pleasure. Hanamichi lay in the arms of his tormenter and lover combine, his head tucked under the brunette's head as a sign of acknowledgement to his higher authority.
He still felt sore from the first thrust and winced every time he moved. He was about to drift off to sleep when a voice came.
"You're mine."
Hanamichi blinked, then yawned "Mmm… looks like it."
Rukawa frown at this easy victory, "Mine, you understand?"
Unconcerned Hanamichi replied, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Hanamichi?"
With a tired sigh, Hanamichi said, "I am yours to keep, to rule over, I belong to no one but you, you are the higher authority, I yearned to belong to you. Happy?"
Rukawa frowned, "You are not taking this very seriously."
"No, but I have a question for you. What's that all about? You know… the sudden sex drive. Even that is unusual for you, a terrible pervert under all that ice."
Rukawa hesitated, "You…didn't know?"
"Uh- uh."
"You were going to divorce me."
"WHAT!!??" Hanamichi's head came up so quickly that he hit Rukawa's chin with a crack.
Rubbing his head, Hanamichi scowled," Who's divorcing you, we aren't even married! We're… oh, "
"I thought you want to break up with me," Rukawa's cheek was stained with red. It seemed so ridiculous now that they had it out in the open. Especially since Hanamichi was right, they really weren't married.
With a strange look on his face, Hanamichi leaned over the bed to scoop up the papers Rukawa had swept off so carelessly earlier. Without a word, he handed the bunch of papers to his lover.
A suspicious thought enters his mind, it couldn't, it can't be. Warily, he glanced down at the first page. It was a dialogue. Between two persons, the title was printed in bold letters on top.
SCHOOL PLAY : WHAT DIVORCE COULD DO TO YOUR FAMILY
Still wearing that strange look, Sakuragi explained. "My sister asked me to proof read the story and test its effects for her. That one was the scene where the husband decides he didn't want a career oriented wife"
"You know, I must say it was very effective." He said conversationally, "This has to be the first time I ever saw you drop your jaw that far."
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