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To Lose Your Ears Part 5.5 (second half of original's part 5)

[anonymous]

“It will hurt,” Raito said and his voice was thick with passion. “I haven’t … anything. It will hurt you.”

“Don’t care,” Matsuda gasped back. “I don’t care, you can … you can … oh God, Raito, Raito, please, Raito … ”

“Oh yes,” Raito whispered and his voice was suddenly savage in a way that Matsuda couldn’t understand. “Yes, like that, Matsuda, beg for me … ”

Matsuda would have done anything he was asked. He didn’t care why Raito’s voice had changed, why Raito was shaking above him, even why Raito was doing this. He didn’t care for anything in that moment except for satisfaction and he begged shamelessly, arching himself against Raito, saying anything that came into his head in order to get Raito to continue what he was doing. Raito laughed and his laugh was wild, almost terrifying and so Matsuda kissed him to silence it, tasting Raito’s mouth eagerly, arching his body again and Raito made a soft noise of his own and rubbed against Matsuda, hands raking down Matsuda’s back and catching hold of his tail, stroking it and pulling on it, making Matsuda whimper.

“I need this,” he croaked into Raito’s mouth as Raito eased of the final few articles of clothing. “I do, I do, I need … Raito, Raito, you … please, please, do this, please give me … please … ”

“You’re lucky,” Raito’s voice hummed against his throat. “You know you shouldn’t be having this from me, don’t you, Touta? You know I’m too good for you, for this.”

The use of his first name eclipsed everything else Raito was saying and Matsuda shook and sobbed, knowing he ought to respond and finding it harder and harder to make his throat work in any meaningful way. He nodded feverishly, stroking Raito’s beautiful hair, squirming needily and sucking at Raito’s silky skin. Raito’s hands were between his legs around, one lazily petting and the other feeling, exploring, pushing, making Matsuda whimper with desire. He didn’t want to be prepared, he didn’t care if it hurt, didn’t care if it tore his insides to shreds, he just needed and Raito was playing with him, playing with him and oh …

To Lose Your Ears Part 6

[anonymous]

“Raito, Raito, please, please, Raito … ”

“Touta,” Raito whispered again. It was all he said but it made Matsuda moan and he was hardly aware when Raito finally withdrew his fingers and shoved him backwards, sending Matsuda sprawling on paper and the hard floor. He barely had time to think about it before Raito was on top of him, kissing and touching and encouraging him to roll over. Matsuda obeyed, bracing himself on the floor and whimpering as Raito’s hands rubbed at his back and moved lower, so much lower and then Raito was inside him and yes, it did hurt, it hurt a lot and Matsuda tried to bite back his cry but Raito whispered “No, scream for me.” again and Matsuda obeyed, wailing with pain and screwing his eyes shut against embarrassing tears. Raito made a sound, almost like satisfaction and he pushed harder and Matsuda swore rather than screamed, obscenities spilling from his throat and he didn’t know if he wanted for Raito to stop to or to continue.

“Yes,” Raito hissed. “Yes, like that, Touta. Just like that, I want you broken, begging, just like this!”

Matsuda responded with a whimper. He didn’t understand why Raito was saying such things, what it meant, so he ignored it and it was easy to ignore because the pain was lessening the pleasure was increasing, his body felt hot and boneless and he kept on moaning and whimpering and twisting under Raito’s skilled hands and Raito’s gentle thrusts.

“I love you!” he whined and Raito laughed, another crazy, wild laugh that was terrifying and delicious at the same time. He clutched at the floor, squirming and pushing upwards into Raito’s body. His body was pulsing with pleasure now, flooding with delightful, dizzying sensation and yes, yes, this had to be what Raito had meant, the loose, pulling that was inside him. He didn’t feel anything else but that, didn’t feel the pain any more, just arched and writhed and whimpered until it was all too much for him. His body went limp and he screamed Raito’s name, wondering if this was the closest he’d ever felt to ecstasy.

For a few minutes, he just lay there, gasping. He wasn’t even sure if Raito had come for a while, just felt him lazily move against him and soft hands in his hair.

“What will you say?” Raito said softly. “About your ears?”

Matsuda was too sleepy to think of a reply. He shook his head a little and lay back into Raito’s warmth, wanting to stay cuddled against him. Raito made a soft, amused noise and continued stroking, lazy touches that lulled Matsuda into a peaceful half-doze that he only woke from when Raito moved away from him. Looking up, he saw Raito stretching languidly, arms above his head. He looked beautiful although Matsuda winced to see the scratches and love bites he’d left.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Sorry … ”

“That’s all right,” Raito said with a smile. “Misa’s working a lot at the moment so I won’t be spotted.”

He reached out and stroked Matsuda's hair. Matsuda looked at the floor and saw his ears, lying on the floor. They looked a lot smaller now they weren’t attached to his head. He twisted round and looked at his tail, curled up. He felt oddly bare without them.

To Lose Your Ears Part 7

[anonymous]

“Don’t worry,” Raito said lightly. “You’ll get used to it. Are you sore?”

“A little,” Matsuda said, automatically reaching up to rub his ears and then remembering that they weren’t there. He was more than a little sore really but he didn’t think Raito really wanted to hear it. Raito smiled at him and Matsuda guessed that he knew Matsuda was more than a little sore.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It’ll get better. I … am sorry if I was too rough though. I got a little … carried away.”

“That’s okay,” Matsuda said quickly. “It’s really okay, Raito-kun! I … ”

He suspected it might be presumptuous to say that he’d enjoyed it so he went quiet and stared at the floor instead. Raito’s soft fingers touched his cheek and Matsuda looked up again.

“It’s a secret,” Raito murmured. “You mustn’t ever tell anyone, Matsuda-san.”

Matsuda wished it hadn’t needed saying. Shame swept over him as he thought about the Chief, about Misa-Misa and about how their faces would look if they ever found out. He flushed and nodded his head quickly, trying not to think about it and to his surprise, Raito gave him a hug.

“It’s all right,” he said. “It wasn’t your fault, Matsuda-san. I wanted it too. I loved it. But you can’t tell. You mustn’t. I … I can’t have you tell.”

“I promise,” Matsuda said quickly. “I promise, Raito-kun. I don’t want to ruin anything for you. I don’t want … ”

Raito kissed him lightly before drawing back and beginning to gather up his clothes.

“We should shower,” he said. “Luckily, the water still works here.”

Matsuda nodded and did the same thing. It was easier to wash his hair without his ears. He kept thinking happily over and over the afternoon’s events. The things that made him feel vaguely uncomfortable, he shunted aside in his mind. It didn’t matter very much after all, that Raito had been behaving slightly oddly, that he’d said some rather violent things. People did strange things in sex, didn’t they? And it certainly, certainly wasn’t as though it hadn’t been nice …

Raito acted as though nothing had happened when Matsuda finally left the shower. He continued his work in silence for the most part, only speaking to order Matsuda to do something else or shred some more papers. Matsuda stayed quiet too, not wanting to cause Raito any distress. It was only as they prepared to leave that Raito took his hand and squeezed it gently.

“Thank you,” he said. “For letting me.”

“It … it wasn’t .. I mean …” Matsuda stuttered, feeling himself blush again, trying to find something to say. “Raito-kun … ”

“Perhaps another time,” Raito said lightly.

He walked away, leaving Matsuda feeling dizzy with hope. It wasn’t that he minded it only being once. Not at all. But the idea … the idea that Raito might want more …

Carrot in front of the donkey’s nose, he was to realise later. As long as Raito kept promising his attentions, as long as he occasionally kissed Matsuda and played with him and treated him like a pet, Masuda would stick by him and his adoration would only grow. But at the time … at the time, as he headed home with his ears and tail clutched in his hands, making up a half-way convincing lie to tell the others in the morning, it was something to celebrate. Something to rejoice over, the fact that he’d finally lost his ears - and he’d lost them to someone as wonderful as Raito.

And maybe, just maybe, the person he’d lost his ears to would want to sleep with him again.

Matsuda thought that had to be a good thing.