Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Belated Gift 2: The Gift that Keeps on Giving ❯ Play-Date ( Chapter 3 )

Shigure woke slowly, feeling warm and oddly off kilter. He was in the wrong room. He was in a bed. His room didn't have a bed.

He rolled on to his back and ran a hand over his face. "Ah, right... my little flower's bed..." He sat up and ran a hand through his hair trying to banish the last of sleep out of his mind. He looked to his side, hoping to see again Tooru's sweet sleeping face.

His little flower was not in bed.

He threw the comforter back and dangled his legs over the side listening carefully. Now that he was concentrating he could hear light movement downstairs. A metallic clatter and the smell of warm food that slowly wafted up letting him know she was in the kitchen.

He felt a bit stupid, there had been a flash of panic when he'd first realized she wasn't there. He thought that she might have run away from him.

But of course, she wouldn't run. And besides, where did she have to run too? Shigure grinned evilly to himself. No, she was well and truly his till the class trip ended.

He shrugged himself back into the yukata he'd so casually discarded last night and decided to investigate the interesting smells that were going on downstairs. He smiled and leaned against the kitchen doorway, watching her putter around the kitchen. It was always nice to watch her when she was unaware of his presence.

She still wore his pajamas, and had refastened her apron over the top of them. The kitchen was truly her element. It was one of the few places where she hardly fumbled, where she never misstepped. She smiled and hummed to herself as she finished up breakfast, and then casually glanced at the doorway.

Shigure smiled as she visibly started and jumped back.

"Shigure-san! You startled me!" She laughed with a smile, putting a hand over her beating heart.

"I was startled to find Tooru-kun gone this morning." Shigure said walking over to one of the pots warming on the stove. Yum, miso soup. He gave her a dark eyed smile and leaned over for a gentle kiss.

They broke apart and Shigure smiled to see her ready blush, "We're even now, ne?"

Ah!" Tooru protested, face red from the kiss and the memory of what had happened last night, "N-no, no! I'm sorry, I didn't realize I'd be startling Shigure-san. It's just that I woke up early, and Shigure-san has been so kind these past couple of days. I had Shigure's handmade breakfast and such a lovely dinner last night..."

She blushed again and Shigure grinned. He loved seeing her lovely panic, her rapidly changing faces. He decided not to interrupt her quite yet.

"So when I woke up I thought that I should make Shigure-san a good breakfast as a thank you." Tooru babbled, her eyes starting to swirl. Shigure wasn't saying anything. He must be upset. "Next time I'll wake Shigure-san first, or stay till Shigure-san wakes... or..."

Tooru's face went beet red. Ah! She just said "next time" so casually.

"Ah! Ah! Not that... I don't mean to say... That is-!" Tooru babbled, how did she say it? That she shouldn't presume there would be a next time?

Shigure felt a warmth flood through him. "Next Time," she said...

"Ne, Tooru-kun," Shigure asked, finally putting her out of her red-faced misery. "What's for breakfast?"

Tooru jumped and began listing off all the things that she'd made, and urged him to go sit in the living room while she served him. He acquiesced, stealing one last kiss before he did. If she hadn't gone through so much trouble to make breakfast, he thought he would have rather made a meal of her.

He smiled to himself as she served his food and sat across from him... There was always "lunch" to consider.

They ate companionably for a bit, lapsing into a comfortable silence. When the phone rang it so startled Tooru that she dropped her chopsticks with a clatter.

"Ah!" she said, already half out of her seat in surprise, "I'll get it!"

Shigure let her run to catch the phone. He was expecting a call from Mit-chan, and it would be easier to avoid if he didn't answer himself.

He ate a few more bites, expecting that Tooru would return quickly. She didn't get phone calls herself. It would be for him...and he'd just tell her to take a message. He didn't feel like being disturbed in these few precious days alone with Tooru. When she didn't return he frowned.

Who could be calling? Hopefully it wasn't some telemarketer. Last time Tooru had tried to deal with one of those they'd ended up with 6 magazine subscriptions. Though, he thought, getting up to see, she had thought to subscribe them to 2 adult magazines. So he hadn't complained too much.

Apparently, she hadn't realized what type of magazine "Cutie Pie" and "Daring Ladies" were going to be...

"Ah! So where is Yuki-kun now?!" Tooru burbled excitedly into the phone.

Shigure froze in the shadow of the hallway stair. It was somehow shocking to be reminded of the existence of Yuki and Kyou. He watched her clutch the phone excitedly, a wide smile breaking across her face. She was smiling so wide that Yuki must be able to feel it on the other end.

"Is it warm there? It's still cold here..." Tooru's face was positively beaming.

Shigure felt a ping in his chest, she hadn't looked that happy, that carefree, in days.

His hand clenched convulsively against the railing on the wall. Just hearing from Yuki made her so happy? He watched her lean against the wall and listen intently to whatever Yuki was saying.

"Ah! No, it's fine." Tooru reached up to play idly with a ribbon in her hair.

Shigure became fascinated with her fingers wrapping the ribbon around them. A gift from Yuki, he remembered, when had she put those on? Had she been wearing them all weekend? Did she need to keep a reminder of him so close to her?

"Yuki-kun had such a busy itinerary planned for the class trip I'm surprised you had time call at all. I'm so glad that you did." She smiled sweetly, her voice and face gentling.

Had she ever shown that face to him?

Shigure thought of the faces she'd presented to him, flinching, scared, teary, needy... but no... Not so gentle, not so sweet.

Her face changed again, becoming concerned and worried, ""Yuki-kun isn't missing anything, is he? I would feel terrible if you were missing out on precious school-trip memories just to phone me."

Shigure shook his head. Why did she care so much about that stupid mouse?

Her face saddened again, becoming full of regret and longing. That was a look he'd seen before, at least it had been his alone. Now she was sharing it with that...that child. "I wish I could be there too..."

Shigure moved, coming up behind her in a silent fury. He roughly grabbed her from behind, reaching around to cup her breasts through the thin fabric of his pajamas.

How dare she talk about wanting to be with Yuki when she wore his clothes, bore his mark? He nipped at the lover's mark on her neck.

"Ah!" Tooru gasped, falling back. Shigure dragged her to the ground and sat her on his lap. She still clutched the receiver in her hand. She heard Yuki's frantic questioning on the other end. "Yes! Yes! I'm fine!" She gasped into the phone.

She rolled her eyes trying to look at Shigure. He pushed his face against the side of her neck and whispered into her ear, "Now, don't worry Yuki-kun. We wouldn't want that..."

Tooru shook her head and tried to concentrate on what Yuki was saying while Shigure's hands continued to manhandle her. What had happened? Shigure looked so angry, felt so rough. It scared her a bit, the way he'd said Yuki's name. It...it was like he hated him.

Shigure smiled at her obedience. He'd show the mouse who was master here... and he'd show her as well.

He tugged at a nipple, pinching it roughly. Tooru gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to squeak into the phone. "N-no... Yuki-kun shouldn't w-worry..." She barely managed to reply to his question. The dog's other hand snaked down to rub at her roughly through her pj bottoms. "Ah... I'm... uh... feeling much better."

"N-no!" Tooru protested as Shigure's hand started tug down her bottoms. Shigure bit her hard on the shoulder, half bare from him tugging down the neckline. She had better not be speaking to him. "EE! No!" Tooru's head shook back and forth as tears pricked her eyes, "The fever is c-completely gone."

Satisfied that her protests had been meant for Yuki, Shigure smiled and kissed his bite mark. Finally divesting her of her bottoms he started working on her top, expertly unbuttoning it from behind.

I don't like that word..." Shigure whispered into her ear, "No is such a boring word. Don't use it." Tooru nodded that she understood as she felt Shigure take the top and slide it down her arms.

"Ah... Ah..." Tooru said uncertainly, her skin pimpling in the cool air, "N-nothing much is happening here..."

Shigure cupped her breasts in his hands, and rolled the nipples between his fingers. He kissed down her back. So he was nothing?

Tooru arched as he licked down her spine, one hand dropping between her legs. "What?! Oh...Yes! Sh-shigure-san..."

Shigure looked up at the sudden mention of his name, he bit her earlobe gently.

"Sh-shigure-san has been t-taking it easy on me."

Shigure whispered into her ear, "Maybe too easy..." and plunged a finger into her pussy. Tooru clutched the phone, squeezing her eyes shut. Shigure moved his finger back and forth and quickly added another.

"I-I'm glad to hear that things a-are g-going w-well." Tooru managed.

She was dripping around his fingers, so quick to respond. Shigure growled and nipped at her neck. Was she getting excited listening to Yuki's voice?

"N-" Tooru began, then arched as Shigure twisted a sensitive nipple. "That is...r-really...everything is f-fine..."

Shigure twisted her around so that she was facing him. He spread her legs so that they lay atop his. Tooru rocked back and grabbed at his yukata for support. In this position, one wrong move from him would send her sprawling across the floor.

Shigure looked into her teary, startled eyes. He was moving so quickly she didn't know how to respond, but her body did. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard, her pussy wet. She still clutched the phone to her ear like a life-line...

Shigure's face was dark and blank. Tooru was terrified.

The bite on her shoulder throbbed, and there was an answering throb flowing between her nipples and her pussy. She was wide open for his inspection.

Yuki's voice floated in again. "Ah... well..." Tooru tried to speak, feeling Shigure's fingers again examining her down below. "We've just been spending time at h-home..."

Suddenly she felt something much bigger at her entrance... She looked down in shock... Shigure had pushed aside his yukata to free his member.

"AH!" Tooru gasped as he jutted into her with no warning.

"Ah-ah..." She whispered into the phone... "I j-just stubbed my t-toe..." Tears leaked down her face. It was too sudden. It hurt.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," she repeated. "P-please..." Shigure moved a little, and brought his hands up to her chest. He put his mouth to one breast and took the nipple of the other between two knuckles and rolled it roughly back and forth. "P-please, don't w-worry about me."

"Move a little, Tooru-kun," Shigure said from around the nipple, not so gently nipping at it. "Make it good for me."

Tooru squeezed her eyes shut and began to move her hips as much as she could in her precarious position.

"D-does Yuki-kun h-have to go?" Tooru hoped she could get him off the line. It was somehow horrible having to talk to Yuki while Shigure did this. She felt so confused, he was hurting her... but it still felt good. She felt horribly embarrassed, but she still throbbed for him. Talking to Yuki while he was in her... it just felt like it was shining a spotlight on how needy she was.

"Ah-ah...keep him on the line..." Shigure growled.

Tooru's eyes flew open... "Ah, no!" She gasped again as he bit her nipple. She'd forgotten, she wasn't supposed to use that word. "Th-that is," her body shuddered as she tried to keep moving her hips, "I-i don't have anything e-lse to do."

"I-I just w-wanted to m-make sure that Y-yuki-kun wasn't missing anything."

Shigure shifted himself so that Tooru could fold her legs over his, allowing her more leverage. She took the invitation to move a little bit more up and down on his length.

"Ah..." Shigure said, "But he's missing so much... Tooru's sweet breasts, her willing pussy..."

"Such a greedy little girl is Tooru-kun." He whispered, watching her eyes open wide at his words, "Most girls couldn't do this... wouldn't be so ready..."

He nuzzled at her breasts, "but look at how ready you are..."

"Ah, I'm sorry Yuki-kun?" Tooru managed, trying not to whisper. He was right... she was too needy...there was something wrong with her.

"Ah... Yes... that s-should be exciting." She tried to keep the fact that tears where running down her face from her voice.

"You know what they call greedy girls like you, Tooru-kun?" Shigure asked idly as he thumbed at her clit. She bit her lip hard, squirming on his length. She shook her head as Yuki continued to talk into her ear.

"They call girls like you a slut." Shigure kissed gently at the hollow of her breasts.

He looked at her from between her breasts, up at her face to see the reaction of his words. Would they strike home?

Tooru squeezed her eyes shut, a slut? That's what she was?

Shigure could see the stunned disbelief in her face. It was no less than she deserved. Talking to Yuki so freely, on his phone...

"This excites you doesn't it? Yuki's voice in your ear? Me being inside you?" He thrust his hips for emphasis.

"Ah...Yes! That would be nice." Tooru replied to whatever Yuki had asked. Oh, yes, she was excited. Wasn't she supposed to be? Why was Shigure doing this if he didn't want her to respond? She couldn't help respond to him, whatever the circumstance. It must be true then. She was what he said... a...a...slut.

"This is all happening..." Shigure said, stimulating her movement again with his fingers at her clit, "because you wanted it."

"I could tell." Shigure kissed her nipple, then bit it. She shuddered, "Tooru-kun is so obvious."

"Tooru-kun is lucky, ne? That I'm so understanding?" Shigure watched her face, loving the hopelessness that chased there.

Tooru nodded with tears coursing down her face, "L-lucky..."

"T-that is..." She managed, trying to fix her non-sequiter to Yuki, "That is... It's l-lucky that you are all having such fun..."

Shigure frowned to see her looking concerned at Yuki's response. "I don't think Yuki-kun would understand. He'd be a little bit disgusted, don't you think, if he knew what you were doing right now?" He pressed her down on to him.

Tooru looked at him in shock, if Yuki knew... If he knew she was a slut...

He'd be so disappointed.

"Don't worry," Shigure smiled, "It's lucky that I'm here to satisfy Tooru-kun. Yuki-kun doesn't have to know about Tooru's insatiable needs."

"Y-yes..." Tooru tried to keep her voice steady. Insatiable? Is that's what it's called? "Sh-shigure-san is being v-very helpful."

Would she respond to anyone this way? If Yuki or Kyou had touched her... would she have been so greedy? She had a sudden flash image of Yuki pumping into her the way Shigure had... or Kyou licking at her the way Shigure had.

"Ah." She cried as Shigure pushed her back, making her fall to the floor. She cried, the thought was exciting, but it was Shigure inside her that was driving her wild right now.

She must be a slut. She must be insatiable. Shigure had known it, did everyone? He said she was obvious...and surely she was around him...

"Ah...what's that?" Shigure was thrusting into Tooru. He loomed over her, watching her face as she spoke. She arched and spread her legs, letting him thrust deeper.

"Oh... D-does Yuki-kun really have t-to go?" She looked up in panic at Shigure... would it be all right if she let him off the line? Would he be upset? Would he...stop?

She didn't know which she feared most.

Shigure nodded. It was okay. "Ah... then...I-I'll be looking forward to Yuki-kun's n-next call."

She waited until she heard a dial tone and then let the phone finally roll out of her hand.

"AH!" She cried, finally screaming as loud as she'd wanted to earlier.

Understanding her pent up need, Shigure thrust into her faster. She'd responded so well to him. "Louder Tooru-kun...if it feels good you should say so... "

"It feels good!" Tooru cried.

"Ne, Tooru-kun is so eager... did you like it? Doing dirty things while you spoke to Yuki?" Shigure wanted to hear her response.

Tooru threw her head to the side, embarrassed, "Y-yes... it felt good..."

He pushed into her in response, "Tooru-kun is such a bad girl, liking such dirty things..." He watched her cry in response to the building feelings inside her and his words. It was a lovely sight.

"It's so hard to satisfy Tooru-kun." He pushed into her, gratified at the sight of the naked girl below him. "You make me work so hard."

He pulled her back up into a sitting position, making her gasp at him. "Ne... I'm tired... You do the work now..." He leaned against the wall.

Tooru was desperate to keep up the rhythm he'd started. She rose up and down, keeping the friction going. Shigure groaned; she'd caught on so quickly. If she kept this pace he'd come long before she did.

He looked up at her, her tear-stained face screwed up in frantic need. It was no less than she deserved, driving him to such distraction all the time. He decided not to hold back. He spurted inside her, coming before she'd reached her pleasure.

Tooru arched at the feeling, hesitating in her rhythm. She started to move again, but Shigure lifted her off before she could begin.

"Ne... I'm sorry Tooru-kun," he said smirking, "But...I can't satisfy you right now... too much..."

Tooru sat gasping at him on the floor... Too much? She was too much. Her nipples ached and her pussy still throbbed... How was she supposed to deal with this feeling?

Her excitement still zinged through her, but Shigure was already standing and starting to straighten his yukata. She looked up at him, scrambling to her hands and knees. It-it was over? There wasn't going to be anymore? Tears tracked down her face. She was awful.

She started to reach for Shigure's discarded pajamas.

"Ne," Shigure said shortly, looking at her from the end of the hall, "You're dirty right now. Please don't put those back on."

She stood hesitantly in the hallway. What was she supposed to do?

He went into the kitchen and threw back her apron at her. "I suppose that would be okay to wear for now."

"Y-yes..." Tooru said timidly. She tied the apron around her neck and about her waist. She was still practically naked. Her whole back was exposed. Her nipples tightened at the rough fabric riding against their sensitive peaks. She was shamed to feel an answering throb between her legs... Insatiable.

She demurely followed Shigure back into the living room where he was nonchalantly finishing his breakfast. She sat down across from him and picked up her chopsticks... She looked at the meal in front of her.

She was supposed to eat? Sitting here, practically naked, feeling like she wanted his... his...cock... inside her?

The doorbell rang, and she started. She kept her eyes fastened on her plate. Oh, god, who could be here?

Shigure looked at the clock and smiled. The doorbell rang again. "Ne, Tooru-kun? Didn't you hear that?"

Tooru looked up at him, "I'm sorry, I'm so tired from before...couldn't you answer that?"

Tooru gaped at him; answer? She looked down at herself. Like this? He looked at her expectantly. She rose unsteadily to her feet. He-he really wanted her too?

"Hurry, they might leave." Shigure prompted, "What if it's something important?"

Tooru went white, but how could she say no?

She walked slowly to the door and took a deep steadying breath. Who ever it was, would know for sure...just like Shigure knew... that she was a slut. She opened the door, a wide-eyed stranger stood there.

"S-sohma R-r-r-esidence?" the man sputtered, holding up a package.

"Hai." Tooru said softly. She was so embarrassed. The cold outside air was making her nipples stand out like eager soldiers through her thin apron.

The man stared at her, "Uh-uh... for Shigure-san." He held out the package to her. "There-there is still a p-partial bill..." Tooru took the package and looked inside, it was her dress!

"I-it- took more cleaning than expected." The man explained addressing her chest. The dress had caused quite a bit of remark at work. Now he could understand, if such a girl had been wearing it.

"AH! Soooory about that!" Shigure said from the end of the hall. "It's hard to keep up with her you see."

Tooru flamed.

The man looked at her, and her taunt nipples and mostly bare skin. Obviously.

Tooru could feel his eyes examining her and knew it, that he knew what Shigure knew. A slut. Insatiable. She wanted to flee, but the man was looking at her expectantly. He still needed his money.

"Ah...S-shigure-san?" She said hesitantly. She looked pleadingly over her shoulder at him.
Shigure could read easily her plea. End this... she wanted. Not yet. He was still upset.

"Tooru-kun, don't make the man wait. Come over here and get his money." Shigure waved a couple of bills at her.

"I'm sure he's very busy." He reminded her, as she stayed frozen at the door. If she turned and walked to him... The man would see everything.

Tooru shivered, but finally turned. She heard the man's gasp as he saw that yes... she was truly bare... Her skin was a unified rosy hue. Shigure waited till she was almost to him before he dropped the bills on the floor.

"Oops!" he laughed waving a hand, "I'm so clumsy!"

Tooru's eyes pricked with tears, but she bent immediately to pick up the bills. She turned and looked at the man, he had an obvious erection at this point.

"He can see," She thought to herself, her cheeks flaming, "He can see what my body wants..." Insatiable...

She handed him his money, and he fumbled for her change. His hand lingered on hers obscenely when he pressed the change into it. She flushed, feeling his caressing fingers.

She drew back and quickly bowed out of habit, rewarding the man for his lewdness with a glimpse of her bare breasts. She realized it at the last minute and put her hand to the apron top in shame.

He bowed back and left finally, allowing her to close the door.

She turned to face Shigure. He smirked at her. His eyes roved over her tight nipples, rosy flesh. "Enjoyed that did you?"

She ducked her head, it had been torture... but her body had never calmed from before. The embarrassment and humiliation were beginning to blend in to her continuing arousal. Did that mean she liked it?

Shigure shook his head, "So many things get you excited...how will I ever keep up?"

In truth, he was ready to take her on the floor, right then, right there. He was thankful for his loose yukata.... she needed her lessons, obviously. Better to make her wait, maybe he might get to hear her beg. He'd show her that she needed him, that she was his.

"Put on your dress, it suits a girl like you." Shigure said shortly turning back into the hall. "I knew it when I bought it."

Tooru flushed, her pretty maid's dress, a slut's dress. She stumbled up the stairs. She fled into the bathroom to wash up, and then into her bedroom to change. The bed was still a mess from Shigure and her the night before. How had things changed so quickly?

She looked at herself in the mirror as she struggled into her newly starched dress. Her breasts were visible through the cloth, nipples still tight in arousal. How could she not have seen it before? What she was? Shigure had known...that she was a slut...he'd bought this dress for her because of it...

Tears leaked at her eyes, and she still felt it... that hot throbbing feeling he awakened. It wouldn't go away. In fact, it kept strong, and made her tremble with each brush of her skin against the cloth.

She stumbled back down stairs, what was she supposed to do? She couldn't keep imposing her..her...needs on Shigure.

She cleared the table as Shigure read the paper indifferently at the table. She didn't see him watching her breasts dangle in the loose cloth in appreciation.

She walked back into the kitchen and dropped the dishes in the sink. She breathed deep, and gasped as her nipples zinged against the cloth of her dress. The worst thing about the dress... was that she couldn't forget what she had done in it. The memories of what Shigure had done, what she had done, what they had done to each other flowed through her.

"Does Tooru-kun want a snack? She should do it herself..." Shigure's words floated through her mind. Herself... If she couldn't impose on Shigure, then she should do it herself.

She hesitantly brought a hand up to her bodice, and rubbed herself through it. It felt good. Not as good as when Shigure did it, but... She pulled up her skirt, perhaps if she could just get a little relief...she could think more calmly... and Shigure wouldn't be so disgusted with her.

She put a finger below her panties and flushed, she was still so wet. Insatiable... She hesitantly started to run her finger over her lips..."Ah..." She said softly.

"To! Ru! Kun!"

Tooru jumped and spun towards the kitchen door. Shigure stood glowering at her.

"What do you think you are doing?" He said dangerously.

He'd thought she was taking a long time to come out of the kitchen. And then what did he find? His Tooru-kun, acting like she had permission to do things she hadn't. Naughty girl.

"Ah, ha... Shigure-san!" Tooru said startled and humiliated. She was ashamed to feel an answering surge of wetness between her legs.

Shigure was on her before she had a chance to draw another breath. He lifted her up on the counter and thrust two fingers inside her.

"What did you call me?" His voice was dangerously low. He refused to move his fingers, and his firm hand on her hip kept her from thrusting against them. She could squirm all she want, but she wasn't going to get what she wanted, what she needed without his permission.

"I'm sorry... Master!" Tooru couldn't keep her body from trying to move against him.

"Don't repeat the error, " Shigure said gently, "Or you know what could happen."

Tooru remembered her punishment and trembled around him. "Y-yes, Master."

"Did I give you permission to snack, Tooru-kun?" Shigure asked her, still not moving her fingers. She was clenching around him, sopping with need.

"N-no, M-master." Tooru averted her eyes. Of course, she should have asked permission. Stupid, stupid.

He drew out his fingers and casually wiped them on her apron. "See that you remember who is in charge here." He turned and walked out of the kitchen. "I'd like some tea."

Tooru unsteadily slid down from the counter, "Y-yes, M-master." The memory of his fingers inside her was making her weak.

Oh, Oh, God, Tooru thought to herself as she made up the tray. She felt like she was ready to fall on her knees and beg for Shigure's forgiveness. She was throbbing, and she was so embarrassed. Shigure must be sick of her already, sick of her neediness, her disobedience.

But what would she do without him? She put together the tea tray and tried to calm her breathing. All she could do was be the best she could for Shigure. If she was good enough, might...but she shouldn't hope for it...

She walked into the living room and began to set out the tea. Tooru was just about to serve it when they heard a noise on the back step.

With a startled EEP! Tooru ducked back into the kitchen, leaving a wide-eyed Ayame and a white-faced Hatori standing in the back doorway.

"Aya! Ha-san!" Shigure's eyes widened over his glasses as he put his paper down. He glanced quickly at the kitchen where a blushing Tooru was peeping from around the corner. There was no way his two friends hadn't seen what the girl was wearing.

Tooru shot a panicked look at Shigure. He couldn't want them to see her like this...


He sighed and thought, "oh well!" He closed his eyes and then opened them stretching his face into a wide smile, "You've come to visit? Great!"

He smiled darkly to himself. This was a perfect opportunity. This girl had gotten too entrenched here. He'd gotten too attached. Little girl needed to be shown how unimportant she was. He couldn't allow her to keep affecting him so strongly.

He couldn't keep allowing her little moods and faces and smiles to turn his world upside down.

"Tooru-kun, why don't you bring us all some tea?" He looked at his friends in the doorway. Aya would be easy, start the show and he'd play along. Ha-san... would be difficult. But he could be worked around. He knew the prim doctor was attracted to the girl. He just wasn't enough of a man to admit on his own.

Tooru peeped her head around the corner, face flaming. "Umn...Ano...Mas-er...Shig..."

"It's alright, my little maid-chan. They already saw." Shigure's tone was light, but commanding.

Shigure glanced again at Hatori and Ayame standing in the doorway. Hatori was white-faced, and there was a fury beginning to build there. Ayame however was already starting to smile again, and his eyes held a glowing light of anticipation.

"Gure, Gure... was that my creation?"

"Mmm, mmm," Shigure nodded emphatically. "Come out, Tooru-kun, Ayame wants to see his handiwork."

His handiwork? Tooru swallowed heavily. Then he knew too, what she was? He must have to make this dress for her.

Tooru stepped out hesitantly. She glanced up at Hatori still frozen in the doorway, and graduated to another impossible shade of red. Hatori couldn't help but notice that it was a full body flush, chasing down her neck to the snowy cleavage of her chest. He looked away deliberately his brow furrowing.

Tooru glanced at Shigure who nodded approvingly. She straightened a bit under his appreciative look and raised her head. That was the first time today he looked pleased.

She nearly jumped back when she found herself nearly eye to eye with Ayame who was bent to peer down into her face.

Ayame did a rapid circle of her, examining her from top to toe. "Mmm...."

Tooru shrank from his frank and appraising gaze, her hands trembling enough to make her hands shake. Ayame's golden eyes were impressive so close and so serious looking.

Then, in a flurry, Ayame moved. Taking the tray out of her startled hands he placed it gently on the table. In a quick fluid movement he turned her around and tugged on her apron ribbon. He deftly untied it, cinched it tight enough to make her EEP again and tied it into a big fluffy bow. Before she could react he grabbed the neckline of the dress and pulled it down across her shoulder to reveal even more of her creamy shoulders. He then took the corset-like bustier and perfunctorily pulled it up. This served to bring her breasts closer together and closer to spilling over the edge of the bodice. He took her by one hand, and raised the other above her hand and gave her a spin. With the other hand he rapidly smoothed out and fluffed the skirt as she spun.

She came to a breathless stop, partially from the flurry of movement, partially from the tightness of the ribbon. She gaped at Ayame, her embarrassment forgotten.

Ayame ignored her and turned to Shigure flashing him an OK sign. "O.K! Perfect now!"

Shigure's mouth made an O of appreciation and he gave a small clap. "Sugoi, Aya! Masterful!" He knew Aya would play along.

Ayame slid into a seat next to Shigure and waggled a hand back and forth as he closed his eyes. "Of course, of course. Well... if it's going to be worn, it should be worn properly." Ayame tapped his hand impatiently on the table. "Maid-san, Maid-san, my tea!"

"Ah! Yes! Right away!" Tooru said automatically and began to kneel, reaching for the tea service on the tray.

Ayame and Shigure's faces lit with twin lights as Tooru began to bend forward, unconsciously flashing her now over abundant cleavage at them...

"Tooru-kun!" Hatori's voice froze her in place.

She turned a startled face to the doctor, still in the doorway, forgotten in the bustle. Tooru flushed red. From his position, Hatori could see her panties. Tooru stood unsteadily, looking at Shigure and Ayame seated at the table and then back at Hatori. Shigure's face was starting to darken again.

She turned back to Hatori... he'd been pleased when Ayame had come in. Perhaps if she could get Hatori to come in he'd be even more pleased?

"W-would Hatori-san like some tea?" She asked hesitantly.

Hatori looked at the scared girl in front of him. He'd seen enough fear in the main house to distinguish it in all its forms. He glared at Shigure, what had he been doing?

"Yes, Ha-san, come in. Have some tea." Shigure said lightly, spreading his hands. His true meaning was clear... if Hatori wanted to know what was going on, he'd have to play his game, for now.

Hatori walked past Tooru without speaking and sat at the table stiffly.

Tooru bowed her head and ran into the kitchen to get some more teacups. Hatori looked so upset. He must be disgusted that she was dressed like this. Like Shigure had said, a dirty girl. She came back out of the kitchen, placed the cups in front of Ayame and Hatori. She kneeled next to Shigure and began to reach again for the teapot.

"Shigure." Hatori said, upset that Tooru was looking so beaten. "What is going on here?"

"Going on?" Shigure said lightly. "What do you mean?" He smiled as Tooru shakily poured his tea.

Ayame smiled and winked at Shigure as she poured his tea next. He could see her full breasts practically pouring themselves out of the dress.

"Why is Tooru dressed like that?" Hatori said bluntly, unwilling to play too long Shigure's game. It was always dangerous to play one of Shigure's games. He frowned at Aya to show him he did *not* approve of his playful attitude towards this.

Ayame wasn't much deterred. He smiled genially at Hatori, his glance asking, "who could blame him?"

It was always like that when he was together with Shigure.

"Like what?" Shigure finally said, "Don't you think it suits her?"

He glanced at Tooru who was walking around him with her head down so that she could pour Hatori's tea.

"OF course NOT! It couldn't be!" Ayame burst, "My creation was made specifically for her! OF COURSE it suits her! Right, Tori?"

Tooru bit her lip and hunched her shoulders. Ayame did think she was slut. He'd made this dress, this pretty, horrible dress, because of what she was.

Hatori glanced at her. "Shigure, you know what I mean."

He kept his eyes on Shigure as she poured his tea, didn't she know how she was putting herself on display?

"Whaaaat?" Shigure said playfully, smiling as Tooru revealed her too innocent white panties to him as she poured Hatori's tea. He reached over and ran a finger over her slit from her top to just below her hole. Tooru gasped and jerked thrusting her breasts into Hatori's face.

"Don't you think that's a lovely sight?" Shigure asked playfully patting Tooru's ass.

"I certainly do." Ayame nodded. Shigure always came up with the *best* games. How ever had he gotten the innocent Tooru to play along?


Tooru sat back on her knees, flushed. She looked up at Hatori afraid to see his reaction.

Hatori had gone white, his mouth slightly agape. "Shigure!" he breathed.

Shigure tugged Tooru back towards him, and she fell against his knee. He ran a hand up her side and copped a quick feel before moving his hand to run through her hair.

"What's the problem Ha-san?" Shigure kissed the side of her neck, pulling attention to the love-mark there. "It's not like it's anything new to Tooru-kun."

Tooru bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut. Now they both knew... everything.

"Aaahhh! No fair!" Ayame said slamming his hand down on the table, "Shigure has a cute little flower all to himself!"

"Tooru." The girl looked at Hatori, surprised that he'd dropped all honorifics, "Are you alright?"

Tooru glanced at Shigure, his face was unreadable. "Y-yes..." She watched Shigure's eyes light, she was saying the right thing, "I-I'm fine." She was a slut, and insatiable...Without Shigure's help and approval... what could she do? What else could she say?

Shigure pulled her back into his lap and clutched her in mock possessiveness. "Aaah? Is Ha-san trying to steal my bride?"

He pulled her into a kiss and put his hand under her skirt, cupping her intimate parts. Tooru was mortified by Hatori and Ayame's incredulous eyes on her, but her body was still aroused from earlier. She couldn't help but respond to him.

Hatori watched Tooru respond to Shigure's eager kiss and felt his pants tighten. He averted his eyes quickly. Hatori's hand clenched around his teacup, what had Shigure done to the girl to make her this way?

Shigure ended the kiss, nibbling at her lip. Her nipples were poking eagerly out of her top and he could feel her dampness through her panties. He picked her up and sat her next to Ayame. She was such a pleasure, but one he'd have to deny himself for a bit. He had guests.

It was time to start the game in earnest. Shigure glanced at Ayame who was looking Tooru over appreciatively. He could see her heaving breaths, and how his dark friend affected her.

"My flower is lovely isn't she?" Shigure asked playfully, "Aren't you jealous?"

Ayame's eyes lit, he pulled Tooru to him. He looked into her face as he'd done so many times before. "Such loveliness! You don't deserve it! Maybe I'll steal it!"

He started to lower into a kiss, if Shigure disapproved he'd stop him. If Tooru didn't want it, she'd push him away.

Tooru looked up at Ayame in panic, mesmerized by his golden eyes.

Shigure watched Tooru being overwhelmed by Ayame. She didn't want this kiss. He could tell by her rigid posture, her shock. But Tooru would never say no, and he wasn't inclined to intervene.

Ayame's lips met hers and he expertly encouraged her to match his tongue's merry antics.

Ayame's tongue was very, very clever.

Ayame finally broke off the kiss and Tooru sat in stupefaction. Shigure's kiss had never been like that. Shigure's kisses were demanding. They were expert. They were leading. His kisses thrilled her, but they had never been as unabashedly playful as Ayame's had been. She put her fingers to her lips and stared at the beautiful white haired person in front of her.

Shigure grabbed roughly at the back of her dress and away from Ayame. He kissed her with another one of his exciting, demanding kisses.

Tooru grasped at his yukata the shock of it after Ayame's playful kiss ringing through her. The snake's kiss had been fun, but it didn't evoke this response. He broke it off as abruptly as it had begun leaving her gasping and clutching at him.

"You can't take steal her from me." Shigure smiled enjoying Tooru's little hands holding fast to his yukata, her weight against his knee.

Hatori stood, disgusted. They were trading her back and forth like some whore. They may have played games when they were young, but the women then had been getting paid and had some idea what they were getting into.

He walked around Shigure and tugged at Tooru. "Tooru-kun, Tooru-kun... please, come with me." He had to get her out of here. He didn't know how Shigure had managed to do so much damage to the girl in such a short time, but he couldn't allow it to continue.

Tooru started to rise at Hatori's words, automatically obeying. She felt a tug on her other arm and looked back at Shigure. He slightly shook his head. She kneeled back at his side immediately. If Shigure didn't want her to go, she shouldn't.

Shigure turned her face towards his, ignoring Hatori's hand still on her arm. He kissed her again getting her involved in it, mid kiss he looked up at Hatori.

Hatori drew back in shock. He hadn't seen a look like that ever on Shigure. The dog smiled into his kiss, and looked wickedly at the staid doctor. Tooru wouldn't leave him. Not so easily.

He closed his eyes and finished up his kiss. Tooru buried her head in his shoulder, clutching at his arm. She couldn't look at either of the men in the room.

"Trying to steal my bride too, Ha-san?" Shigure said, enjoying the look of shock on Hatori's face. There was something below it too, though the doctor probably didn't want to admit it. Arousal.

"Don't bother..." Shigure smiled, "Its not like I'm greedy."

"Eeeh?" Ayame gaped; he thought they were only going to have a little bit of fun with the girl.

He looked at her shivering into Shigure's shoulder, but was she really willing? He shook his head, of course she was, who wouldn't want them? They were any girl's dream! And Shigure would never offer what he thought she wasn't willing to give.

Hatori felt as if he'd been struck. He stumbled back and slid down against the wall. Tooru couldn't want this. In every line of her being there was protest. Shigure had twisted her somehow, made that sweet nature serve his needs. He tried to ignore the rush of blood that flowed through him at that thought.

Shigure lifted Tooru's face. "Ne... Tooru-kun, it's getting late...shouldn't we offer our guests some lunch?"

"L-lunch?" Tooru stammered. He couldn't mean...

"Lunch?" Ayame picked up on the strange emphasis the two put on the word. He smiled, "What's being served?"

Shigure pulled up Tooru and sat her on the table. "A very tasty meal, as usual from Tooru-kun."

Tooru twisted to look back at Shigure. He stood closer than she'd thought and surprised her by putting his hands on her shoulders pinning her in place.

"Life is uncertain, so you might want to start with dessert first." Shigure smiled down at her and planted one of his most platonic kisses on her. "Mmmm, Sugar." He rumbled. He roughly fondled one of her breasts, making her squeak. "You can start with some appetizers..." He winked at Ayame. "Very tasty, one of my favorites." He dropped his hands to her knees and pulled apart her knees. "Or there is always the main course... "

Tooru fell back on her ass, mouth gaping at Shigure's actions. Her damp panties were on display for both Ayame and Hatori. They could see how aroused she was, how wet.

Shigure's hands drew back up her legs and massaged her thighs, "Isn't it delicious looking?"

Ayame leaned forward and ran a finger along her thigh and lightly to her panties. He fiddled with the elastic that bound it around the leg.

"Mmm... It's one of my favorites Gure... Did you know I was coming?" Ayame smiled. The white panties were perfect for Tooru. And they looked so nice all damp with need. He prodded a little at the center, finding where she was split, and ran a finger up.

Tooru shivered, and her body leaned into his touch. She looked away to the wall. Shigure's hands were firm on her thighs; she couldn't close them if she wanted. She lifted her head a bit and found herself staring into Hatori's shocked eyes

Hatori was staring at her, his lone eye peaking through his bangs. He was not seeing his flamboyant, playful cousin molesting an innocent girl. It was not arousing him. He wouldn't allow it. Not when Tooru looked so pleadingly at him.

He stood and grabbed her roughly out of Shigure and Ayame's grasp.

He slid her off the table and behind him and stood protectively in front of her. "Shigure, stop this!"

"Eeeehhh?" Shigure said languidly, "What's the matter Ha-san?" He became boyish and smiled, "Oh I know, you didn't get your kiss. Aya and I got one but you didn't."

"Gure got two." Ayame pouted at the table, just when they were about to have such fun. Tori could be such a wet blanket sometimes; he'd always had to be prodded into playing when they were younger too.

Shigure spread his hands in simple explanation, "She's my flower."

"Tooru-kun... You're being impolite." Shigure said, watching the girl behind Hatori. "Don't you think that Ha-san deserves a kiss? For all he's done?"

Tooru looked up at Hatori. He had done so much for her... he was looking so concerned at her now. And...if Shigure wanted her to, it must be the right thing to do. Ayame looked like he was expecting her to behave this way also. It must be how a slut is supposed to act.

She tugged at Hatori's sleeve. He was tall. This would be hard if he didn't bend down.

Hatori looked at the girl looking up at him with such wide desperate eyes. Was Shigure trying to drive the girl mad? "Tooru... Tooru... You don't have to do this." Hatori said pleadingly, putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning in close.

Tooru clasped her hands together and looked up at Hatori. He looked disgusted; he must be disgusted with her. That's why he didn't want her kiss. "I-is Hatori-san disgusted with m-me?" She asked hesitantly.

She bowed her head, "I-I'd understand if Hatori-san was..."

"No, No... Tooru..." He lifted her chin. He had get through to her.

Tooru leaned forward and kissed him. He wasn't disgusted. He wasn't! She was so happy. She tried to do the things she knew Shigure had liked, the things Ayame had done. Her tongue wasn't expert, but all of her teachers had been very good.

Hatori's eye flew wide and then closed. He should have broken off the kiss the moment it started. But it lingered, pleasantly...like dreams he sometimes woke from that left him guilty all day.

Tooru broke the kiss and smiled into his startled eyes. She broke into the first true smile, first happy expression he'd seen. "I'm so happy Hatori-san isn't disgusted with me." She whispered, and kissed him again quickly, innocently, on the side of the mouth.

She shrieked in surprise when Ayame pulled her back and away from Hatori. "No fair, Tori! No monopolizing the bride!"

"Who's turn is it Gure?" Ayame spun Tooru into a dancer's dip, "Please say it's mine!"

Shigure wanted to tear Tooru from his arms and run upstairs with her. He didn't like her smiling at Hatori that way. But he'd started this game with a purpose...and it needed completion. "Fine then! Your turn, Aya! Be gentle!"

He smiled as if he didn't care, and watched Ayame bend over into a princely kiss. He watched Ayame's hand come up and rub up her thigh and disappear under her dress.

Tooru grasped at the other man's shoulders as her legs jerked from whatever he was doing under the skirts. She needn't have worried. Ayame had her in a tight, strong grip.

He finally let her gasp for air from the kiss and began to kiss along her jaw line and down her neck. His hand kept a steady movement against her panties.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Tooru could hardly move in Ayame's tight grasp. The undulating digit against her panties moved snake-like to her panties edge. Her legs jerked at its sneaky exploration, and soon Ayame was supporting her whole weight.

He ran his finger through her moist slit, surprised at the depth of her response to such simple stimuli. She fairly writhed in his arms. It was time for the snake to be the charmer.

Tooru flushed and looked up at him as he gently laid her back so that her weight was helped supported by the table.

"What's the matter Tooru-kun?" Whispered Ayame, "Embarrassed?"

"Have you forgotten?" Ayame's hand left her intimate area and snaked up her thigh. "I've already seen this..."

"The first time we met..." Tooru's eyes widened as she remembered the snake slipping up her dress. "I didn't get to play with this then..." Ayame's hand just barely brushed her sopping panties, "I came up this way..." His long whispering fingers ran up her stomach. "And got to rest here..."

His hand stopped on her breast. Tooru was breathing heavily lost in the amber eyes of the snake. It was true, what they said about a snake's eyes... they were mesmerizing, and dangerous to look into. He didn't even have to touch her and her skin flushed, her nipples jutted out. His hand hesitated over her bodice..."They look different... from this angle..."

"I wonder if they are as warm?" He pulled down her bodice and her breasts popped free. He smiled to see his creation worked so like it should. He kissed between the breasts and then each nipple before burying his face between them. "Warm..."

He kneeled and drew her up so that she was sitting on the table. He looked up at her breasts and smiled. "As nice as I remembered." He playfully licked a nipple.

"I wonder if the part I missed is as nice?" Ayame spread her legs, keeping her eyes trained on his. The trick was, not to break eye contact. It made them more placid. He placed a hand over her panties. "It feels warm..." He said, still staring into her eyes. He wondered sometimes if it was a gift like Tori's...or if it was just a simply that girls liked the directness.

Ayame was the most beautiful person in the world. It was obvious in his every movement. Tooru's eyes fluttered as he gently put two fingers below her waistband and into her, "Feels warm in here too... Tooru is so warm!" Ayame chuckled. "Is she sweet too?" He watched her eyes flutter closed from his gentle intrusion and finally broke her gaze. He bent his head and licked her panties, pushing his tongue through it. "Sweet as candy... but I'd best take off the wrapper."

He rubbed his nose against her, wetting his face and stimulating her into a lethargic pleased moan. "Smells nice too..." he grinned and then took a lick. The girl jerked. "So responsive!" He smiled.

"Eeeeh? Aya is taking too long!" Shigure pouted.

Hatori was unable to move, the erotic act his cousin was plying on Tooru as mesmerizing to him as it was to her. Tooru had kissed him, woken in him things he didn't want to admit, and before he could dismiss them allowed herself to be used like this. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Her brazen breasts bouncing free, her legs spread for Ayame. She reclined against the table like it was a comfortable bed, her eyes half-shut in pleasure. He'd seen Ayame's effect on women before... but he'd never thought to see Tooru lulled that way.

There was a throbbing in his veins. It pounded through his blood. Wrong! This was wrong! He should look away! But he couldn't.

Shigure walked over to Tooru and tugged her arms, pulling her taunt across the table. He pulled her over a corner so that her head flopped over the edge but her legs were still accessible to Ayame.

"You don't mind sharing do you, Aya?" Shigure said raising an eyebrow.

"Ara." Ayame pouted, "Well, if Shigure really can't wait... I understand."

He stood over the table, and the pleasing sight of Tooru sprawled across it. Ayame unbuttoned his Chinese styled shift and let it drop open, then did the same for the one below it. He slid it down and off his shoulders, liking to feel the body heat of another person near him.

Tooru was just starting to struggle upright when she felt Shigure's hands holding her in place. She was about to make a noise, perhaps question him, when she felt Ayame's mouth return to her pussy. "Ah!" She cried and her legs pushed against the table.

Shigure took that as an invitation to fill her open mouth with his cock.

He pushed in roughly, a sharp contrast to the snake's playful tongue down below. She made a muffled squeal around him and reached up her hands to grasp at his yukata. It was like waking up from a pleasant dream to experience an earthquake.

Shigure could tell she was incapable of serving him much right now. Ayame was expert in his fields. If he wanted his pleasure he'd have to take it himself. He began to fuck her face moving roughly in and out. She was conscious enough not to bite down, and he'd have to reward her for that later. As it was, the steady grunts and moans Ayame was soliciting from her felt quite pleasant around him.

Ayame drew himself up and winked at Gure... "Such a pleasant meal to share with friends." He leaned over as he thrust into Tooru and kissed Shigure lightly. "Thank you."

Aya." Shigure breathed as Ayame lengthened the kiss. A man's kiss wasn't as pleasing as a woman's but Ayame was an expert. And anything felt good while Tooru's mouth was on him.

Ayame laughed and broke the kiss, beginning to thrust into Tooru in earnest. Tooru was long overdue. She'd been waiting for so long for this. Ayame felt different from Shigure. His need wasn't as desperate, as rough. Tooru built to a climax and went over, not feeling guilty in the slightest for coming first. There was no way Ayame hadn't intended it that way.

Indeed he had, He loved her clenching tightly around him and moaned. He loved pumping into a shuddering pussy. He kept his rhythm and felt her starting to build again, pleased she recouped so quickly. Shigure had taught her well.

Shigure grunted as he felt her shudder around him. Her mouth loosened for a moment, then latched on again as if she'd been schooled in sucking cock. His Tooru-kun learned so quickly how to please him.

Shigure looked up, away from his cock disappearing into Tooru's mouth wanting to prolong his pleasure. His eyes fell on Hatori, nearly forgotten. He was braced against the wall, sitting with his legs spread. His arousal was obvious, a jutting tent in his pants. There was even a spot of wetness.

Shigure chuckled wickedly. The high-principled Hatori was entranced; he didn't even know that Shigure was looking at him. He was so caught up in the erotic show before him that he was oblivious to all else. His eyes trained on Ayame pumping into her below, and Shigure thrusting into her mouth.

"Ha-san." Shigure oozed polite interest, "are you sure you don't want any?" Tooru squealed as Ayame changed his rhythm. "There's plenty." He watched Hatori's eyes follow Tooru's bouncing breasts. He reached down and squeezed one, enjoying her sympathetic shudder, "Not even a nibble?"

Hatori just looked away, ashamed. Shigure pretended to focus on Tooru again, but watched out of the corner of his eye as Hatori once again began to watch. Tsk, he thought mentally, will he never act?

He felt Tooru's moans build again and could see she was leading up to another climax. Aya was true to form. He gasped, barely keeping himself under control. He didn't want to cum just yet.

He released her mouth, pulling back. He could see from Aya's sweat-soaked chest and flying hair that he was ready to come soon. Hearing Tooru's suddenly released cries of pleasure just egged him on.

"Not inside Aya... we want to keep having fun." Shigure scolded, trying to keep his tone light. Only he got to do that.

"Ara... must I?" Ayame pouted. He leaned into Tooru, thrusting hard and watching her face. Women were beautiful when they came...

He liked it best though, when they were looking at him. "Tooru..." He crooned, "Tooru, open your eyes..."

Tooru obediently opened her eyes, looking at Ayame's eager face. He smiled and she arched, his beauty was so great. He put his arms against the table, bracing himself. Tooru's idle hands, freed of Shigure's yukata reached for them, eager for support.

She ran her hands up his arms, thinner and more lovely than Shigure's and watched his pale skin flush. His body wasn't as broad, or as defined... it was more like some sculpture in a rock garden, solid yet ethereal.

He pushed into her and her legs came up to brace against the floor. He was so solid.

His hair fell around her like a silver veil and she felt shielded. "Tooru...Tooru..." He whispered, "Look at me."

Tooru looked up at him and was lost again in those glorious eyes. She was awash in gold. "Ayame-san!" She cried and came.

Regretting the need Ayame pulled out as he began to spurt. The cum flew up to spatter against her thighs and the skirt of her dress. He fell forward, next to Tooru on the table. He kissed her as she continued to shudder in her pleasure... "Mmm...Such romance, such beauty... so delicious." He whispered into her ear.

He drew back and sighed, flopping to the floor. "Gouchisousama!" He cried out stretching out on the floor with a big grin.

Shigure was feeling far from satisfied yet himself.

The other player hadn't joined in yet. And he didn't like that Tooru had been so easily satisfied by Ayame. It wasn't that he didn't know his fair cousin's prowess... but shouldn't she want him, just a little?

Time to teach them both a lesson.

"Ne...Ne... Tooru-kun... I think our other guest is feeling neglected." His voice was supposed to sound playful, but it fell flat.

Ayame didn't notice, still reliving Tooru's moment of climax.

Hatori looked up from his seat, horrified. Shigure smirked to see that he was still so obviously aroused. Hatori swallowed thickly as he watched Tooru struggle to sit up from her sprawl across the table. She was in complete disarray, breasts popped free of her maid's outfit and skirt spotted with cum and rucked up obscenely.

Hatori wanted to look away, to spare her this. But he was as trapped as she. He couldn't move as she rubbed at her eyes sleepily. Such an innocent move transformed into something stunningly arousing. She looked over at Shigure then followed his gaze to Hatori. She struggled to rise and walk to him, but her legs gave out as she slid off the table.

Hatori looked like he was in pain. Neglected...he was neglected. She crawled over to him, body still reeling from Ayame's touch, his eyes, his tongue, his cock. She could see the pity in Hatori's eyes.

He understood, that she was confused...He forgave her that she was a slut... and even said he wasn't disgusted by her... He'd tried to protect her. But all he got was pain.

Hatori winced at the spooky adult look in Tooru's eyes. It was like her mind was far away. Every thought was plain on her face, but it was if she herself was distant.

Hatori shuddered as Tooru gently brushed his hair away from his face. This wasn't Tooru. She wasn't doing this. Then her lips met his again, and his body didn't care.

His body didn't care that she was just a girl. It didn't care that she was an innocent. It didn't care that Shigure had twisted her into some sort of pleasure slave. If anything, his body thanked the dog.

He found his hands grasping hungrily at her, fondling a breast, running through her hair, fumbling at her dress. He found his fingers trembling at the zipper in the back, and then she was out of that dress.

She kneeled before him, naked, flushed and wanting. She reached forward, reaching for the buttons on his shirt. She liked the feel of skin. She hadn't felt Hatori's yet.

She'd seen him once, he was slim, and olive all over. She ran her hands appreciatively over his shoulders, pushing his shirt back. She regretted that she couldn't run her fingers over his chest, and feel the throbbing heart beat there. Her fingers brushed over his neck and felt the racing pulse.

He tried to push her back, one last defense of his morals, his sense of right and wrong. She reached then for the zipper of his pants and Hatori looked away. "T-this is wrong." He whispered, hardly ringing protest. He couldn't stop a groan as he felt her little hands massage him through his pants.

"See, See." Ayame lounged languidly on the floor watching the show. "I knew Tori was hungry."

Shigure rumbled with laughter as he watched Tooru doggedly push Hatori's protective hands away from his zipper. "Tooru-kun is hungry too."

She finally succeeded in freeing him from his clothes, he looked as obscene as she had earlier. Shirt half off, his pants down just far enough to reveal his jutting member. Hatori gave himself up for lost as Tooru's mouth descended on him. She gave just a few dips up and down before he couldn't resist and grasped at her hair.

Shigure watched the lewd scene with pleasure. Hatori's moral high ground was lost... he had no right to protest anything Shigure did from now on. Tooru was his willing toy. All he had to do was remind her of this... what she initiated and did... and she would be his forever.

It made his arousal surge, and reminded him that he'd held back before, that he still hadn't gotten his pleasure. "Mmmm... I think I'm still a bit peck-ish myself." His mouth twisted in a dark half smile. And it was time to remind Tooru just whose bitch she was...

He walked up behind her where she was working hard on her knees.

"If Ha-san doesn't mind," He said as if the good doctor was capable of speech, "I think I'll have little bite."

He ran hand caressingly over her ass, and then dipped down to finger at her slit. She gasped around Hatori, suddenly speeding up her rhythm. Hatori squirmed and groaned, trying not to thrust into her face. His head banged back against the wall and he gave out a grunt.

Shigure smiled, taking that as his answer. "Ha-san doesn't mind then? Good."

Shigure positioned himself and began to work himself in. Tooru squeaked, he was much thicker than Ayame. She almost stopped her ministrations on Hatori, but the doctor held fast her head, his instinct overtaking his good manners.

Shigure slapped her ass lightly, "Don't stop Tooru-kun, Ha-san isn't satisfied yet."

Tooru jerked and began moving her head again. She wasn't used to being in such control, Shigure usually took over and began to fuck her face by now. She kept one thought in her head, the rest chased away by the feel of Shigure inside her, her body finally getting what it had wanted during that long ago phone call.

"I must satisfy Hatori-san," she thought. "Shigure-san wants me to..." She tried to imitate what Shigure had forced on her. She changed her rhythm going slow, then fast. She tried to take him all in, angling her head to let it pop at the head of her throat.

What she knew how to do with her mouth, Hatori's mind gasped, was obscene!

Shigure watch Tooru try to please him by pleasing Hatori. He knew what her mouth could be like... how long could Ha-san hold on? He was concentrating on pumping in and out of her wonderful tight pussy and watching her eager ministrations when he felt a feather light touch at his neck.

Ayame placed a light kiss there and said, "Yummy, Yummy, this is good."

He didn't pause there long, slithering around Shigure to run his hands along Tooru's waist. Reclining along his side so he could both see Hatori's cock disappearing into Tooru's mouth and Shigure's cock being swallowed into the nether lips he smiled.

"I wish I had your constitution Gure." Ayame sighed, envious. Shigure always lasted the longest. He leaned back on the floor and watched Tooru's bobbing breasts.

"This is good too." He commented, leaning in so that he could hold them in his hands. "Like peaches. So sweet!"

"Someday, we'll let Yuki have some, ne?" Shigure laughed breathlessly.

Ayame played with her nipples idly, making her squeak. It was a lovely sound. He sighed heavily, "Yuki-kun doesn't share very well."

Tooru's eyes flew wide. Yuki? Share with Yuki? But then he would know that she was a slut! Hatori chose that moment to spurt into her mouth, making her choke. She coughed and swallowed what she could, but it had been unexpected. She was unprepared.

"AH!" Ayame laughed, watching cum spatter her breasts and face. "Good job, Ha-san!"

Shigure grunted in pleasure, he pulled at Tooru's arms bending them back cruelly. He lifted her up so that she sat firmly on top of him. Now that Hatori was done, it was his turn.

Tooru remembered this position. It was her job to do the work. Tooru raised herself up and plunged herself down. She cried inside though, remembering the last time she'd been in this position. She'd satisfied, but had been left wanting. Perhaps she'd pleased him enough this time that he'd let her come too.

Tooru worked herself up and down on him diligently, but it wasn't enough for him. He twisted her around so she was facing him. He wanted to watch her. He wanted to hear her.

He fingered her clit and her movement quickened. "AH!" She cried, "Ah! Master!"

Shigure smiled and kissed her as she rode him. She remembered, she knew who he was. But she wasn't loud enough! He threw her roughly to the floor making sure he kept inside her. He lifted up her leg, pressing his weight into her.

Hatori looked at the girl roiling on the floor in front of him, mere inches away. She was oblivious to his presence. She thrashed her head back and forth. This position was new to her, the friction completely different.

Shigure grunted, aware that both Ayame and Hatori's eyes were on them. They had to see, to understand. She was his. Even if he shared her, even if he played games, in the end, it was he she wanted.

"Louder Tooru-kun." He commanded.

Breathless, she tried to obey anyway. "master!" Tooru whispered. She gathered her breath as he changed his movement, "Master." She bit her lip and took in as much air as she could. "Master!" She cried out.

"MASTER!" She shouted, not sure how loud he wanted her to be.

He pumped quicker, heeding her cry. He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to last. She deserved to cum this time. She'd done all he asked. She was his. He felt her begin to shudder and she came, thankfully at last.

Shigure spurted into her, nearly collapsing on top of her. He shifted so he fell to her side instead. She breathed heavily, obviously still lost in the sensations.

He turned her face to his and they kissed, one of their wonderful exciting kisses. She grasped his hair and the side of his neck, abandoning herself to him completely. He broke it off regretfully, not wanting to wake her passion again, not while he was too tired to satisfy it. He'd best let her calm. He rolled to his back, keeping a hand in her hair to let her know he was not displeased.

She kept her eyes trained on him and her hand resting on his muscled forearm till her eyelids fluttered closed. And just like that she was asleep.

Shigure sat up, sliding her arm off him. "Aya?" He asked scratching his stomach with a self-satisfied grin. "Can I borrow your jacket? The little flower will get cold."

"No fair!" Aya pouted, handing over his over-tunic, "Gure got to come inside."

Shigure tenderly wrapped Tooru in Ayame's clothes, swaddling her like a baby. She was so sound asleep that she hardly stirred. "Well..." Shigure shrugged carelessly, "She's my bride. Jealous?" He winked at Ayame.

Yes!" Ayame laughed. "I really may steal her some day." He relaxed in his long white under-tunic, looking like some mystic prince from another world. "That innocent look, that blushing face, so reluctant...." He artfully closed his long lashes and his face became blissfull. "...That ripe body, waiting to be plucked! She is the epitome of a man's romantic ideal!"

"I don't think..." Hatori rasped from his seat against the wall, "That Yuki would appreciate you talking that way about her."

Ayame looked like he'd been struck. He turned his golden eyes on Hatori.

"I don't think," Hatori closed his eyes, knowing this barb would hurt and regretting it, "He'd be happy to know that you screwed her either."

Shigure frowned, Hatori was supposed to be cowed.

"Que Sera Sera, eh Aya?" He said lightly, "What Yuki doesn't know won't hurt him."

"Hai!" Ayame smiled. Right. No reason little brother had to find out.

"What Yuki doesn't know, he usually finds out. And Kyou isn't stupid either." Hatori pressed.

"What's your point, Ha-san?" Shigure asked with exasperated boredom. "What's done is done." He smiled wickedly, his eyed flicking pointedly over Hatori's unbuttoned shirt, his lowered pants. "And it's not as if you had no part in it."

Hatori flushed and looked down.

Ayame stood, looking puzzled. Things were getting complicated. They had just been having fun, hadn't they? He looked at Tooru sleeping peacefully next to Shigure. He had a possessive hand over her swaddled form.

"I'm going home," he said, suddenly tired. It was too much to think about right now. And it made his head ache watching Shigure and Hatori snipe at each other. They were the trio...they weren't supposed to be divided like this.

Shigure looked at Ayame in concern as he paused in the back doorway. "Can you get home alright alone? It's still chilly outside."

"I'll catch a taxi." Ayame promised, then looked pleadingly at Hatori and Shigure, "You won't tell Yuki, ne?"

"We won't," Hatori affirmed. "We value our lives," he added wryly. "But can you be so certain about her?" He indicated Tooru with a tilt of his head.

Ayame bit his lip, looking concerned.

"She won't tell," Shigure assured him. "She won't." He said levelly staring at Ayame.

Ayame shivered at the hint of steel he saw hidden in his cousin's gaze. Shigure could be frightening sometimes. He slipped on his shoes, and waved goodbye. "Ja, then. Bye-bye."

Shigure and Hatori waited in silence for Ayame's footsteps to fade. The dog massaged Tooru's swaddled form, assuring himself of her solidity.

"So, Ha-san..." He said finally, watching Tooru smile and lean into his hand in her sleep, "What brought you by today?" He played with her hair idly as he waited for Hatori to answer.

"A phone call from Yuki-kun." Hatori said finally. "It seems he was on the phone with Tooru and she seemed to be acting strange. He was worried that she might still be ill. He wanted me to check on her."

Shigure made a moue of distaste as he untied the yellow ribbons from her hair. They didn't suit her. He thought he might throw them out.

"Well, as you can see," he chuckled wickedly, "Tooru-kun is quite healthy."

He looked up at Hatori finally, and the doctor was shocked at the possessive miasma that rolled in the dog's eyes. "You can leave at any time."

Hatori fumbled for a half-truth, a convenient half-lie. He needed some reason to say.

Tooru blinked sleepily, listening to the rumble of voices above her. She wasn't quite awake yet to figure out what they were saying. Shigure was playing pleasantly with her hair. She lifted an arm out and gently laid her hand over Shigure's stilling it at the top of her head. She smiled blissfully up at him. She felt wonderful.

Shigure's breath was taken away. That was the best one. The best face she'd given him so far. It was much better than the ones she'd thrown away on Yuki, on Aya, on Hatori. He gentled and smiled back at her, anger pouring out of him.

Hatori shivered looking at the connection flowing between Shigure and Tooru. He'd never seen Shigure's face look that pleased that surprised. He looked like someone had plucked a star out of the sky and dropped it in his lap. Hatori buried his face in his hands. This is worse than obsession; it looked like it was love.

He shook his head. Love didn't force people to do what Shigure had forced Tooru to do today. Love didn't twist people up and make them terrified the way that Tooru had been terrified earlier. Not a healthy love.

Shigure's stomach growled loudly. Tooru blinked, then giggled, breaking the connection.

Tooru smiled and struggled to sit up a little. She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It was past time for dinner.

"Ah! Does Shigure-san want me to start dinner?" She asked starting to rise.

Shigure smiled, watching Ayame's coat slip from her. His Tooru-kun was being so shameless. She must have forgotten that she was naked.

"Tooru-kun!" Hatori said sharply before she could completely reveal herself. "Your clothes!"

Shigure shot him a dark glare. Ha-san was spoiling his fun.

Tooru squeaked and hid herself back under Ayame's over-coat. She reached for her dress. Shigure glanced at Hatori. He'd show him who was in control here.

"Ne, Tooru-kun, that's a little dirty. You shouldn't put that back on." He'd have a little fun while he was at it. He watched her face to see if she'd figure it out. She was good at figuring out what would please him.

She looked at the robe in her hands. She couldn't wear that. She was a little "dirty" and she didn't know if she could get stains like that out of Ayame's expensive fabrics. She looked around for something else. Shigure wasn't offering his yukata this time.

"Here." Tooru looked up to see Hatori holding out his suit jacket to her. He was looking at Shigure though, and his face was dark.

Tooru followed his gaze, looking for Shigure's approval. He didn't shake his head but he didn't nod either. She bit her lip. Should she take it? It was a nice jacket, and probably as expensive to clean as her dress.

"Thank you, Hatori-san." She said hesitantly, looking back and forth between he and Shigure. "But...I wouldn't want to get it... " She paused and color stained her cheeks, "...dirty. It's too nice."

Shigure smiled at her, and her shoulders relaxed. He was pleased with her! She looked up at Hatori and smiled. "It was very kind of Hatori-san to offer."

Hatori's face stayed blank, but the look he shot to Shigure was angry. He had her wrapped around his finger! Shigure just grinned at the dragon. He was starting to see.

Tooru was still looking for something to wear. Ah, by the table! It was her apron.

Shigure saw her eyes light on it and nodded imperceptibly in approval. Tooru took in his nod and reached for it. She'd worn it before when she'd been "dirty" so it must be what she was supposed to wear.

Hatori looked away as she tied on the apron and stood. She was careful to keep her backside from their view. But just the sight of her with the apron barely covering her naked-ness was extremely erotic.

He glared instead at Shigure, but the dog only had eyes for Tooru. His eyes shone with approval and Hatori could see how happy that was making her. She was like a trained dog.

Backing towards the stairs slowly, her cheeks rosy, Tooru smiled at Shigure and Hatori. "I'll just go wash up quickly and be right back down to cook dinner."

She looked at Hatori. He didn't seem to be feeling well. His face was drawn and he looked very tired. She'd have to make something tasty to perk him up. "Since Hatori-san is the guest, would he like anything special?" She smiled.

Hatori looked up to see her smiling at him. He couldn't let this go on. He had to talk some sense into Shigure.

"Ha-san is going to be leaving us before dinner. " Shigure said lightly.

"Ah, but!" Tooru looked at the clock, "It's already past dinner time! The least I can do for Hatori-san who is always so kind is to cook him a meal!"

She looked at Shigure pleadingly, "Does he really have to go? I know Hatori-san is very busy, and we've taken up a lot of his time..." She blushed remembering how that time had been spent. "But even doctors have to eat." She transferred her puppy-dog look back and forth between the two of them.

Hatori took the opportunity gladly. "I would appreciate dinner very much Tooru-kun."

Tooru clapped her hands together excitedly, bouncing a little in her happiness. "It's just the three of us, so how about meat tonight? I could make sukiyaki!"

She laughed and turned running up the steps sing-songing, "Meat, meat, meat!"

Shigure looked from the pleasing sight of Tooru's bouncing buttocks. She had forgotten again that she wasn't wearing any clothes. He sighed and tore his eyes away to look at Hatori. The doctor had gotten dressed again, but still looked a bit haphazard.

"If you have something to say," Shigure said flatly. "Say it and leave."

"Before Tooru-kun makes dinner?" Hatori said, concentrating on tucking in his shirt. "Don't you think she'll be disappointed?" He'd seen the way Tooru's pleading had affected his cousin. If she ever realized her power over Shigure, it wouldn't be she who would be the trained dog.

Hatori walked unsteadily over to the table. He felt like he'd been through a marathon. There was a wet spot near one edge of the table. Tooru's juices. He sat down on the opposite side and shakily lit a cigarette.

Shigure sat down kitty corner to him, "Stay then, until after dinner." He took a cigarette from Hatori without asking. "But say what you want to now."

Hatori looked at the evidence of Tooru's passion marking the table. "When did this start?" He asked finally. He looked up at Shigure, "When did you first take Tooru-kun? Was it consensual?"

Shigure's face darkened. "Some time ago. None of your business. And how can you doubt it!?" His own mind whispered back to him, even as he spoke. You doubted it too... Tooru wasn't a girl who would say no.

"How can I doubt it?" Hatori bit out. "You have to ask? You just manipulated her into having sex with your friends!"

"She was willing." Shigure said lightly, and then smiled darkly at Hatori, "As where my friends."

"Willing?" Hatori snorted, "She was terrified of displeasing you!"

Shigure leaned languidly on his hand, "And what was your excuse?"

Hatori closed his eyes and took a long drag on his cigarette. He was taking this all too seriously, thought Shigure.

"Really, Ha-san," He said lightly, trying to make his long-time friend understand. This wasn't as serious as he seemed to think. "It's just fun and games."

"Until someone loses an eye." Hatori said shooting him a dark glare with his cyclops gaze.

Tooru came bouncing down the stairs wearing a simple blue dress smiled at them not noticing the tension between them.

She carried her apron over her arm, "Would Hatori-san and Shigure-san like some tea while they wait for dinner?"

"Yes," Shigure said looking her over. He liked her old look better. He glance again at Hatori, the doctor was looking relieved. "Ne, Tooru-kun, come here for a minute."

"Yes, Shigure-san?" Tooru asked brightly. She walked over to his side of the table.

"Ne, Tooru-kun, there's a little bit of a mess here. We need something to clean it up with." He pointed to the puddle on the table. He glanced at Hatori. It was a game. He'd show him it was just a game.

Tooru looked at it, realized what it was, and flushed. She started to take her apron off her arm.

"Ne, Tooru-kun, won't you need that too cook?" Shigure asked blandly.

"Shigure." Hatori said softly, not liking where this was leading.

"Ah..." Tooru glanced between the two men hesitantly. "Yes?"

Shigure nodded in approval. Hatori watched the girl's shoulders loosen and frowned. He glared at Shigure. This wasn't a game.

Tooru looked around for something else to wipe it up with. Her eyes fell on the maid's dress and she started to reach for it. It was already dirty after all.

"Ne... that's kind of expensive to clean." Shigure looked distressed.

Tooru flushed, remembering the leering deliveryman from earlier. She didn't want to repeat that.

"Tooru, don't you have any dishrags in the kitchen?" Hatori asked trying to cut this short.

Tooru blinked at him and smiled. She hadn't even thought of that!

"Neeee...." Shigure sounded plantive. He wasn't going to let Hatori ruin his fun. He'd had Tooru nicely trained to watch him for her lead. He didn't want her to start thinking on her own. "Tooru-kun, couldn't you take care of this now?" He lowered his voice as if he was imparting a secret. "It kind of smells." Shigure looked her up and down significantly.

Tooru looked down at what she was wearing. She wore a simple blue housedress, sturdy, easy to clean. She looked back up at Shigure, her eyes widening. He couldn't mean for her to...The dog smiled and nodded almost imperceptibly. Tooru blushed but began to unbutton her dress.

"Tooru-kun!" Hatori started.

She glanced at him then back at Shigure. She was embarrassed to do this in front of Hatori. Her hands stilled.

Shigure frowned. "You aren't going to clean it up Tooru-kun? That's not very nice... since you made the mess and all..." Shigure looked disappointed.

Tooru flushed brighter and quickly finished unbuttoning her dress. Sliding it off she quickly knelt and wiped up the puddle.

Shigure patted her approvingly on the back and unhooked her bra.

"Shigure!" Hatori said finally finding his voice again. When Tooru had taken off her dress he'd been rendered speechless.

"Ooops!" Shigure said playfully, glancing at Hatori. He'd seen the good doctor waver. Ha-san had always liked his girls au-natural.

"Here," he said to Tooru, "let me help." Shigure took the apron from over her arm and tied it around her neck and around her waist while she tried to keep her bra up. He plucked the bra from her and wrapped it up in her dirty dress. "It really doesn't go with that outfit anyway."

Tooru flushed and glanced at Hatori.

Was she supposed to walk around like this? In front of Hatori? She stood uncertainly, waiting for Shigure's cue.

Shigure looked her up and down, her feet were bare, arms bare, no bra... But something still wasn't right.

"Ne... Tooru." Shigure asked, "Don't you think those look a little funny with that?"

Hatori gaped at Shigure, he couldn't mean to have her run around in nothing but an apron for the rest of the night?! He looked back at Tooru; surely the girl wouldn't go along with it?

Tooru looked down at herself. What looked funny? The only other thing she was wearing were her... She blushed and put her hands on the waistband of her panties. Shigure nodded imperceptibly. He might have let them stay, if he hadn't noticed the cat theme on the band, and the paw print decal on the rear. Cats... he thought, who needed them?

Certainly not his Tooru-kun.

Tooru's face flamed beet red, but she quickly pulled them down and off.

Shigure took them and wrapped them in her dress. "I'll put these in the laundry room for you," he smiled. "Weren't you going to get us some tea?" He reminded the girl, she still stood frozen in place. She nodded and turned to the kitchen.

"Tooru-kun." Hatori said, his voice straining. He tried to speak to her without looking at her. "Wouldn't you rather get changed into a warmer...outfit?"

"Ah..." Tooru glanced at Shigure. She would rather have clothes on... She blushed and turned suddenly, realizing she was displaying her backside to them both.

"It's okay, Tooru-kun, " Shigure assured her. "It's nothing we haven't seen before." He smirked.

"Y-yes!" Tooru flushed, remembering what she'd done earlier. She'd been naked for Hatori already. She turned and tried to walk calmly into the kitchen, thoughts of getting dressed completely forgotten.

"Shigure." Hatori stubbed out his cigarette angrily. Shigure had engineered that whole scene. What was he trying to accomplish by humiliating Tooru that way? Trying to show him who was boss? "This is wrong! What you just did... is wrong!"

"So you keep saying, Ha-san." Shigure said carelessly. He plucked the panties from Tooru's clothes. "But, yet, you're still here."

"I didn't see you protesting overmuch either." Ha-san had tried, but he could have tried harder. He held up the panties to his nose and breathed deep. "Want these? They still smell of her. I'm just going to throw them out otherwise."

"Design doesn't suit her." He said distastefully.

"Will you keep her naked?" Hatori spat, the dog could be disgusting sometimes. He tried not to lose his temper. This was just another way that Shigure was trying to drive him away.

"You seemed to like her that way earlier." Shigure said sounding surprised that he would ask. "Besides, she's not naked. She's got an apron."

Every time he tried to make the dog be serious he threw what happened earlier in his face. It was no less than he deserved, he shouldn't have given in. But Hatori still felt a responsibility to Tooru. What was happening here wasn't healthy, not for her or Shigure.

Tooru re-entered the living room with the tea. Her blush had faded. She was starting to get used to walking around like this.

It's not like they haven't seen it before, she reminded herself. It's not like they haven't seen it before. Of course...when she thought about how they had seen it...

Shigure watches a blush begin to rise on her cheeks. Tooru was so obvious. He could read her like a book. She'd just gotten through fucking three men at the same time and she was blushing about being semi-nude.

How did she maintain that innocence? It was a marvel. It made him want to defile her over and over, just so he could see her shine through it.

Shigure smiled as he watched Tooru obediently exit into the kitchen. The apron tie was just above her ass and the strings bounced delightfully over its firmness.

Hatori stared at the table and the tea the girl had just poured for them. He was steadfastly not following her movements as she went back into the kitchen.

Shigure languidly opened his paper and perched his glasses on her nose, ignoring the dark presence at the other end of the table.

Hatori fumbled for another cigarette. He took a long drag and pushed his hair back.

"It may be futile," he began finally, "but I'm still hoping I can talk some sense into you."

Shigure ignored him and continued to read his paper.

Hatori leaned forward urgently, "What do you think this is going to accomplish? Don't you care what happens to her at all?"

Shigure frowned, but kept himself focused on his paper. "Oh... and what do you think is going to happen?"

"You know what could happen if Akito found out about this." Hatori started.

"I can handle Akito." Shigure said shortly, shooting Hatori a piercing glare. He felt a sharp pain in his chest thinking of Tooru at the Junninshi head's hands. He'd never allow that to happen.

"No one can handle Akito," Hatori asserted.

"And there are other consequences." Hatori knew he was skating on medical confidentiality, but it had to be said. "Do you know she's not on the pill?"

"Have you been using protection?" The good doctor's face flamed, but he continued. "I know you didn't earlier."

Shigure finally looked at Hatori. The dog kept his face blank, but the dragon knew him too well.

"You haven't even *thought* about it?" Hatori glanced at the kitchen and lowered his voice. He leaned forward and spoke softly, "How many times has it been? She could be pregnant right now!" Hatori stubbed out his cigarette viciously in the ashtray and buried his face in his hands.

Shigure stared off into space. Protection? Pregnancy? Tooru, his Tooru-kun, he thought, could be pregnant right now. He thought about it... it had been too long since the first time... and that morning he'd come in her mouth and ass... but last night... and today....

She could be pregnant, she could be carrying his child.

He had a sudden flash image of what his Tooru-kun would be like, heavy with *his* child. Displaying a taunt full stomach, heavy breasts full of milk... young, pretty and matronly, and anyone who saw her knowing that he'd made her *his*. She'd be a lovely young mother.

Hatori watched a silly smile spread across Shigure's face. He'd meant to shock him onto realizing the consequences of his actions, not give him a lovely daydream. This was worse than he thought. "It can't be allowed to happen Shigure."

"We don't get to have that."

Shigure blinked, an image of Tooru cradling a small dark-haired shape fading from behind his eyes. It couldn't be allowed to happen? Shigure's face turned dark. "Who says?"

"Shigure!" Hatori said exasperatedly. "She's not even 18 yet. She hasn't even finished high school! Do you think she'll forgive you if you cause her to break her promise to her mother?"

Shigure drew back as if slapped.

Finally, Hatori though, he was seeing some sense! It scared him a bit that Shigure seemed to be thinking of building a life with Tooru. That he would willingly condemn Tooru to a life of dealing with the darkness of the Junninshi. Surely he would know that just about everyone would be against him?

Akito would never approve, the others... The others would be as horrified as he that Shigure had warped Tooru into his creature. If he cared for her at all, how could he want her to experience the turmoil that would result?

He had to make him see. "Never mind what Akito would do to any woman who dared to bear a Junninshi's child." He knew that Akito wasn't as big a boogeyman to Shigure as he was to the others, but he still had to recognize the risk he presented. "You may think that you can handle him... and perhaps you could actually prevent him from physically hurting her... or the child."

"But do you really thing he'd allow her to stay?" Hatori's Cyclops gaze bored into Shigure's. "Do you want to doom her to being a young mother, alone, no education..." Shigure was pale before the dragon's next words left his lips, "And with no memory of the baby's father?"

"You... wouldn't." Shigure breathed.

"If it meant saving her life? If it meant saving the life of your child?" Hatori fumbled, trying to light another cigarette. The lighter sputtered in his shaking hands, but he finally had it lit. "Of course I would."

Shigure's face darkened, and Hatori was truly afraid that he might lash out. He was suddenly aware of how much Shigure outweighed him; of how much stronger the dog was likely to be than him. For the first time Hatori was physically afraid of Shigure.

The man looked up and there was a scary light in his eyes. What he did was worse then lash out with fists. "Of course...it's to be expected, such words from a man who couldn't even keep is own woman safe."

Shigure lit a cigarette of his own and drew in a deep calming breath. He languidly blew out the smoke and leaned on his hand. He looked at the white-faced Hatori through thin, slant eyes.

"Is that what this is, Ha-san?" Shigure leaned back and rested his weight on his hands. "Eeeehhh? I'm surprised. You never struck me as the jealous type."

"But you can't stand it can you." Hatori's breathing had grown ragged. Shigure kept his gaze on him steadily. "Tooru is mine... You see how she jumps for me... how she squeals."

Hatori couldn't keep his eyes on Shigure's. The light there was frightening, it reminded him of a rabid dog. But his looking away didn't stop the words from coming, or thudding in on their intended target.

"Did Kana ever react that way for you? Would Kana have done for you what Tooru did for me?" Shigure took another drag on his cigarette and blew the smoke in Hatori's direction. "Ah, but Kana didn't even want to remember you... so I think not..."

"And..." Shigure's tone grew light, careless. Hatori was having trouble catching his breath. "It's not like you were protesting too much earlier..."

"You enjoyed her mouth, didn't you?" He looked at the good doctor; so prim, so proper he tried to be. "Where were your morals then? Your conscience?"

"Maybe that's it..." Shigure looked at Hatori suspiciously, "Maybe you enjoyed it too much?"

"It would be easy...young mother, no memory..." Shigure's voice had become a growl, "...a handsome doctor comes in to rescue her."

Hatori's hand slammed flat on the table, "That's not what this is about!"

"Tell me then," Shigure said dangerously, "Why are you so concerned with my Tooru-kun?"

"Listen to yourself!" Hatori pleaded, it was hard to keep fighting. Shigure was too good at attacking with words. "Your Tooru-kun? She's not a thing! Not a pet that can be owned. She's a person, she doesn't belong to you!"

Shigure's face remained a shadowed blank, staring straight at him. Hatori hadn't realized the depths of his connection with Tooru. Did the dog even realize it himself? He called it fun and games. Did he realize how obsessed he was?

He had to separate them if he could, maybe then he could get Shigure to see some sense. Hatori broke the staring contest and buried his face back in his hands, trying to scrub the hopelessness off of it.

"Please," Hatori said softly, "If you ever counted me as a friend Shigure, just think about it. Just... think about it."

"Dinner's ready!" Tooru chirped from the doorway.

She set down the platter of food on the table. As soon as the piping dish was out of her hands, Shigure pulled her to him.

Completely off balance she fell into his lap. She looked up at him in surprise, not expecting this sudden attack. He kissed her passionately, forcing her response. As always, the minute he touched her, her body awoke. Her nipples poked against the stiff fabric of the apron and her hands clutched at his yukata. Shigure broke the kiss and idly fondled one of Tooru's breasts. "Don't worry, Ha-san..." He smiled at Tooru who was blushing madly in his arms, "everything is just fine the way it is."

Shigure released Tooru and she ran back into the kitchen to get plates and utensils. She was rosy hued all over. She never knew what Shigure was going to do next. It made just standing next to him a thrill.

Shigure smiled at Hatori, confident that he'd won.

Hatori took a deep breath, mentally scrubbing the image of Tooru squirming on Shigure's lap out of his mind. "One last question then, and I'll drop it for now." Hatori said finally.

"What is Tooru to you?" Hatori asked, "What do you think she thinks you are to her?"

Shigure drew back, rested his chin on his hands and considered Hatori. "That's two questions, Ha-san," he said with mock lightness.

Hatori waited for an answer that wasn't going to come. Tooru entered the room and he knew it would be useless to pursue it in her presence.

Shigure smiled as Tooru filled a plate for him. What was she to him? What did she consider him to be to her? He suddenly wanted to know what the answers to those questions were. He wiggled at the thoughts like a tongue to a loose tooth.

What was she to him? She was...his. His whole body knew it, her body knew it. He owned her. he possessed her. She. Was. His.

But what did she think? He knew she'd do anything he asked...did that mean she knew it too? She had to know it, he thought watching her as he ate. Just look at how she shivered when he was near... how her body perked for him.

Hatori watched Shigure study an oblivious Tooru. Had the dog never thought beyond his sick pleasures? Was he just now questioning what Tooru was to him? Didn't he even realize he was in love?

Tooru smiled and ate, not noticing the tension around her.

By the time dinner was over, Hatori had decided on his next move. It had been hard to think, he had to admit, with Tooru sitting kitty corner between him and Shigure in nothing but an apron. She seemed to have forgotten her unclothed state.

He'd nearly choked when she'd reached across the table for another piece of sukiyaki.

He'd had a hard enough time managing to struggle down any food with thoughts of Shigure's words roiling through his head. He'd always known that the dog could be cruel when he'd wanted to, but he'd never been at the receiving end before. He'd be remembering those words for a long time.

He had to manage some food or Tooru would be worried.

"Tooru-kun, I'll help you with the dishes." He offered, picking up a plate. If he couldn't talk sense into Shigure, perhaps he could into Tooru. He knew the dog had to have warped her way of thinking... but perhaps if he got her alone...

He glanced at Shigure... if the dog would allow it....

"So kind of you Ha-san." Shigure smirked. He could tell what the dragon was thinking.
It wouldn't work. Perhaps if he let him try it would make him see how useless his maneuvering was.

"Oh! You don't have to!" Tooru said politely, "I can manage!"

"It's the least I can do." Hatori said firmly and gestured with full hands for her to lead into the kitchen. That was a bad idea, he thought as he walked behind her watching her apron strings bounce.

Tooru filled the sink and began to wash scrub at the sticky plates. Hatori hesitated; the scrubbing movement made her breasts jiggle and her ass clench. Something that simple wasn't supposed to be arousing!

He shook his head and stood at her side waiting for the first washed plate. He closed his eyes and tried to picture Tooru as she was meant to be. He tried to picture her in her simple housedress. A flash of Tooru being divested of her maid's uniform and her hot warm mouth interrupted the wholesome image he was trying to create. He mentally shook his head. Shigure was warping his mind as well.

"Tooru-kun." he started, unsure of how to begin. But he couldn't keep putting it off.

"Yes?" Tooru looked up at the serious doctor, worried that he looked flushed and a bit worn.

"Are you alright?" Hatori said hesitantly, "With everything that happened?"

Tooru blushed, "I'm fine.. I don't have a pain anywhere." It was embarrassing, but she guessed that Hatori was always a doctor first and foremost.

In truth, she really did feel fine. Shigure had been rough earlier in the day, and later, near the end. But Ayame had been stunningly gentle...and Hatori had hardly touched her.

And she was getting used to the idea, bit by bit, that everyone knew she was a slut. It still hurt, knowing that she was a bad girl who liked dirty things. But she had Shigure to help her, and he had been very kind to her. She just had to resolve to do the best she could for him, so that he wouldn't have to get angry and punish her.

Hatori watched her face flow though a flurry of expressions. He had to know what she was thinking. It meant asking some difficult questions.

"Tooru-kun," he said gently, "Has Shigure-kun done anything that has hurt you?"

Tooru looked up at Hatori with wide-eyes. Hurt her? A flurry of images and words flooded through her mind. Her being punished, being caught in the kitchen, the bite on her shoulder. Her hand went to the bite mark automatically. It wasn't that he was really trying to hurt her though.

Hatori watched her face, his stomach dropping. She didn't speak, but her hand went up to touch a spot on her shoulder, almost hidden by her apron strap. He took her shoulders in his hands and turned her a little, lifting the strap. There was an angry bruise there, and an impression of teeth.

He hadn't broken the skin, and it wasn't that serious an injury. It wasn't outside the norm for bruises and hurts that could be picked up during a vigorous love-making session. But its placement worried him. Tooru would have had to be facing away from Shigure to get that mark.

"Tooru." He said softly, "Is there anything else?"

Tooru's eyes filled with tears, Hatori's light touch was so gentle.

"No, I'm fine!" Tooru said firmly, trying to convince herself it was so. "Really, Hatori-san. It's only I have to be better."

"Better?" Hatori was getting scared; this was sounding too much like abuse. How could Shigure do this?

"It's only when I do something wrong..." she tried to explain. "Shigure is so kind to put up with me... since..." She trailed off. She'd never said it aloud, what she was...

"Since...?" Hatori prompted softly. He had to get her talking.

"Since I'm a s-slut." Tooru whispered.

Hatori's hands clenched on her shoulders, "What?" He breathed.

Tooru sniffled and kept her head down. "It's okay, I know it now. Shigure explained it to me. Since I'm a bad girl who gets excited by dirty things... that that is what they call a slut."

Tooru continued, the words flowing out, so nice to have them out of her head where they'd been chasing around. "Shigure-san said he could tell, I'm lucky that he is here to help me." Her voice was sad, "Ayame-san must have known it too, since he made my dress for me and Shigure-san said it was a dress that suits a girl like me."

Hatori wanted to run into the next room and beat the dog bloody. How could he twist innocent Tooru around like this? He'd known his cousin was capable of doing dark things, but this?

He thought perhaps of taking her away, of running away with her right now. But where could he take her? She'd be no more safe at the Honke...not so close to Akito. And he'd known Shigure for a long time... the only way he could be this cruel is if there was some more powerful emotion hiding below it.

Perhaps some distance could lessen it. Right now they were feeding each other, making a dangerous cycle. Shigure would mentally torture and twist Tooru, she'd respond trying to become what he wanted, which just made Shigure want more. Just taking her body and her dignity would never make her his, but Shigure didn't see that.

Tooru's shoulders started to hunch under his hands. He'd been quiet too long.

He must be disgusted with me. Tooru thought, he said he wasn't earlier. But now that he knew everything... he must really be disgusted.

"Tooru." Hatori said urgently watching her face crumble. "You are not a slut."

Tooru looked up at him in surprise, not a slut? "But-" She started.

"I know what Shigure said, it's not true. You're not a bad girl." Hatori said it firmly, staring into her eyes.

"But-" Tooru began again, how could she not be a slut? After the things she did, the way she heated whenever Shigure was near?

This time Hatori's lips cut off her words.

This is wrong. This is wrong. His mind chanted over and over. This is the last thing that she needs.

He broke the kiss and cupped her face, there were tears running down her face. "I'm sorry, Tooru." He said gently. "I shouldn't have done that. But please, believe me when I say that you are not a bad girl."

"Tooru..." He said softly. "Do you want to leave? Your class trip, I can send you to meet up with Yuki and Kyou...By the time you get back I can have someplace else for you to stay. The Souma's have many properties. You don't have to stay here."

Tooru backed up from him rapidly, panic showing at the corner of her eyes. Leave? Go? She hit the counter behind her and stared at Hatori.

"Tooru," Hatori said, misinterpreting her fear. "You don't have to worry, I can make it so that Shigure can't find you ever again."

Tooru's eyes were huge. Never see Shigure again? Never feel the things he made her feel again? "Ah! No! No!" Tooru babbled, rushing back to the sink wanting to end this strange intimacy between her and Hatori. She scrubbed at a plate. "It's too much to ask of Hatori-san. I'm fine! Really! Really!"

Hatori sighed. Shigure was too entrenched in her. He couldn't take her unwillingly from the house. As much as he might have liked too be able to do so.

"At least let me send you on the rest of your school trip." He began again. The connection he and Tooru had shared just a moment ago was gone.

"No, no! It would be very expensive!" Tooru said hurriedly, picking up another plate, "I'd never be able to pay Hatori-san back."

"Tooru." Hatori put his hand over hers, stilling it from its work. "Why are you so willing to do all of this for Shigure?" He was wrong, she wasn't afraid of Shigure... she was afraid to be without Shigure. What had he told her that made her so fearful of leaving him?

"Eh?" Tooru looked at Hatori gaping. Why?

"Sh-shigure-san has always been very good to me." Tooru said finally. "Even though I'm clumsy, and a nuisance and nothing but a burden.... Shigure gave me everything." Tooru looked up at Hatori willing him to understand. Shigure was so kind. He could be scary, and sometimes she didn't like the things he said or did too much, but beyond everything Shigure was always kind in the end.

"He gave me a place to stay, work to do, my own room, and even a bed." Tooru said listing off the least of what he'd done for her. "I owe him so much..." She said softly. He made her feel thrilling things, things she'd never imagined feeling.

"Tooru," Hatori whispered, seeing the emotion in her eyes even if she didn't know what to call it. "Do you love him?"

Tooru looked up at him in shock, big fat tears filled her eyes spilling out of her eyes. The word rang through her like a clear bell. Love. That's what that feeling was? That feeling that made her warm when he was near, that made her want to be around him, for him to be in her.... that was love? She loved him. She loved him. She loved him.

For a moment he heart soared.

But it was useless.

It may not be true...like Hatori said.... But Shigure thought she was a dirty girl, a bad girl, a slut. How could he love her? He could never love someone like that. Who could ever love someone like that? She loved him, but he would never love her.

She hid her face in her hands and fell to her knees in front of Hatori. She sobbed brokenly.

Hatori fell to the ground next to her, trying to hold her the best he could without transforming. Dammit, she did love him. That damn dog had stolen Tooru's heart and crushed it into little pieces. Shigure had her so twisted around she didn't even know how to express her own feelings.

Suddenly he was pulled away from her, his air being choked off. Shigure had him by the back of his shirt collar and threw him against the counter. Hatori's air was knocked out of him and he stared at the looming dog in utter shock.

Shigure stood over Tooru protectively, adrenaline surging through him. His fists were clenched and he was breathing hard. He'd never wanted to hurt someone the way he wanted to hurt Hatori right now.

He didn't know what all had passed between the two of them. They'd been in the kitchen for so long, he'd gotten worried, just a little.

He'd seen Hatori kiss her. Offer to take her away.

He'd said he'd never see her again!

He didn't know what Hatori had said next. It had been too soft. But he'd reduced his Tooru-kun to tears.

Shigure advanced on Hatori, grabbing his shirt and pulling him close. And what was worse...He'd heard what Tooru, his Tooru-kun, had said. She was doing this just because she owed him.

Because of a roof over her head. A job. A room. A bed.

He wanted to destroy something. "Why Ha-san?" His voice was strange even to his own ears, tight, angry and strained, "Why did you have to ruin it?"

The hard line of the corner was pressing into Hatori's back, and the angry dog's weight had him pinned. He could hardly breathe, and his mind was reeling. Shigure never got this upset about anything. He never lost control this way.

"Ruin it?" Hatori laughed breathlessly, "what did you have that I could ruin?" What am I doing? His mind wondered frantically. Why am I egging him on? I have to, I have to make him realize... he loves her too.

"We were fine!" Shigure growled, his voice going loud then soft on the last word.

"Then you came and ruined it. With your questions!" He lifted him up and slammed him back again, making the doctor's vision go dark.

"What is it?" Hatori barely managed to get enough air to form the question, "What? Is it that I've made your little toy cry?"

"Don't you talk about her!" Shigure pulled him back and slammed him against another counter. Hatori's head struck hard against a cabinet and he saw stars.

He's going to kill me, he thought, his mind somehow bland. His words were slurred, and slow. And Hatori could barely stand but he managed to keep speaking.

"What? D-don't like me talking about your little sh-s..." Forgive me Tooru he thought, "slut?"

Shigure's eyes were wild, and he pressed him up against the counter. His arm went up against Hatori's throat, cutting off the rest of his air. "Don't you call her that." His voice was dangerously low.

"What is she then..." Hatori used the last of his air on the words. He could see Tooru looking in wide-eyed shock at them both. She was frozen in place, too scared to move. She had to hear it. If he had to die for it, she had to hear it.

"She's everything! She's mine! I love her!" Shigure shouted pressing even harder against the other's throat. Hatori choked, his legs scrabbling for purchase to throw the dog off.

Then suddenly that terrible weight was gone in a puff of black smoke.

Tooru wrapped her arms around the dog desperately. "Please don't Shigure-san! Please!" She clutched at his fur and buried her face in his hide. "Please, it's enough. Stop, please."

Hatori leaned against the counter and gasped for breath.

Shigure was shaking under her hands and he was scarily silent. She didn't know what to say, what to do, so she just held him as tight as she could. "Please, Shigure-san," She whispered, "I love you too, please don't do this."

"I won't go anywhere, I'll try to be good, please, Shigure-san."

"Tooru..." He said softly, almost like a true whine of a whipped dog. He transformed back and collapsed on the floor.

"Shigure-san?" Tooru said softly, sitting up. She'd fallen when his dog support had suddenly disappeared. "Shigure-san!" She put a hand to his shoulder, but he was out completely, a dead weight on the floor.

The adrenaline had been too much for him, the shock not what he was used to. He'd fainted!

"Hatori-san!" Tooru said turning to the doctor.

Hatori winced; he wasn't much better off than the dog.

He was suspected that the dog had just wound himself up to tight and the adrenaline and shock had been too much for him. But he should check him over. Then again... he didn't want to be in reach of Shigure if he woke unexpectedly and he was still angry.

From here he could see that the dog's breathing was fine, his chest rising at regular intervals. His color was good too, the angry flush had left, and his skin was regular not pale. "Tooru." His voice cracked, he'd have bruise across his neck from Shigure's arm. It hurt to talk. "Check his head for bumps."

Hesitantly he walked over. He winced as he bent to pick up Shigure's wrist. His back would be in knots in the morning. The pulse was even, and regular. He was fine, physically at least.

He started to stir and Hatori backed off quickly, his whole body protesting the sudden movement.

Tooru stared at Shigure as his eyes fluttered open. Had he really meant what he said? He really loved her?

Shigure opened his eyes; they focused in on the worried face above him. Tooru was a mess. Her hair was in a disarray, on of her breasts had popped free of the apron's front, her eyes were red and her face tear-stained. She was beautiful.

And his.

He raised a shaky hand to push aside a hank of hair that was in her face. She cupped his large hand to her cheek and kissed his palm.

He rubbed his thumb idly under her eye, wiping away the tear tracks there. "Daijobu, Tooru-kun?" He said softly.

"Yes, I'm fine," sniffled Tooru. "Is Shigure-san well?" She asked softly.

"Yes." He said and pulled her face down to his. They kissed and even though it wasn't as passionate, or as needy, or as expert, it was somehow the best kiss ever.

They broke apart, and Tooru looked up at Hatori. He swallowed thickly feeling like an intruder.

"Hatori-san? Are you okay?" She asked softly. She was risking breaking the calm serenity that had enveloped the kitchen. But Shigure had thrown Hatori around quite a lot. She knew he would regret it if he had truly hurt his friend.

His body protested in a million places, but Hatori nodded. "I'm fine." He croaked.

"Ha-san." Shigure said, struggling upright, "I-"

Hatori shook his head, slowly; he had a rather large goose-egg, and held up a hand. They'd talk about it later.

"I'm going home." He managed to work out of his damaged throat. "Later. Talk later."

Shigure stood gingerly, ashamed at the evidence of his rage on Hatori. "Ha-san." He said again and held out his hand. Could the dragon ever forgive him?

Hatori clasped his hand tightly, and then leaned into his friend. "This.,." He whispered into Shigure's ear, "...will be hard." He brushed past him and out of the door. But they were in love...it had already gone past the point where it could have been stopped. They would have his support.

Shigure watched his friend go then turned to look at Tooru. She was looking away from him and blushing.

"Tooru-kun?" He said lightly, walking over and turning her face to his. What was she thinking now? "What's wrong?"

"Shigure-san is naked." She said softly blushing madly, hot spots of color bursting on her cheeks.

Shigure chuckled. He reached over and untied her apron's neck strings. It slid forward to reveal her breasts. He reached down and pulled the waist string. One little tug was all it took and the apron puddled to the floor leaving nothing between them.

"Now Tooru-kun is naked. Now we're even." Shigure smiled and kissed her again.

It started out simple enough, but Tooru suddenly pressed into it making it more urgent. She felt a rush of need and desire. First she'd felt helpless and lost, thinking Shigure would never love her. Then Shigure had been so frightening. She'd really though Hatori was going to die.

Then, he said he loved her.

Shigure felt her need and responded to it. She was desperate in a way he'd never seen before. He lifted her up and put her on the counter, leaning her back into the kiss.

He would have been content with that but Tooru upped the ante. She pressed her hips against him and he could feel the warmth and wetness there. Her need woke his and he shifted a little to press into her. She was slick and ready.

Her legs wrapped around him, and her arms around his neck. The kiss hardly stopped as they took turns gasping for air.

Tooru finally burrowed her head into his neck whispering as he thrust into her. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Ah." Shigure gave a little cry, "Tooru." He came inside her and he felt her come too. She gave a little cry of her own and bit his shoulder.

They sat gasping at the counter, slick and sweaty. It had been quick, but so satisfying.

Tooru laid her head against his shoulder, feeling the heat radiate off of him. He was still in her, she kept her arms around his neck.

Their breathing slowed, almost in synch. Neither one wanted to be the first to move. Finally the real world started to intrude. The sweat began to chill in the cool air; the counter edge began to cut into Tooru's legs. Shigure's hair began to feel uncomfortably itchy with dried sweat.

They broke apart slowly, finding it hard to look each other in the eye. For the first time they felt awkward in each other's presence. Before they'd been mere housemates, then master and maid... now they were lovers.

How were lovers supposed to behave?

Shigure was helped her down from the counter, holding her hand. She smiled shyly up at him, keeping hold of his hand as he set her down. She was struck all over again by how big he was.
He bent to kiss her again and they both knew that they'd be all right. They'd figure this part out too.

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