Taken Chapter 7

Usagi fell to his knees and held his head in his hands.
"You said that you didn't rape him!" Takahiro shouted at him. "How could you lie to me?! And after you said you used to love me! Was that a lie too?! Do you just like my brother without the feelings returned?!"
Usagi was too distressed to say anything.
Takahiro glared at him before shooting his glare at Haruhiko.
"If you don't take care of my brother like he should be treated, I will take him back!" he threatened.
He looked back at Usagi for a moment.
"And he will never be staying with you again!"
Those last words pierced so deeply in Usagi that he collapsed.
Takahiro stormed out of the room.
Haruhiko walked over to where his brother had blacked out.
"I knew you weren't going to take this well," he muttered, "but I didn't know you cared about him that much."
He almost felt bad about what he had done, but he was too happy to do anything to destroy that.
"Jirô," he called.
The man appeared in seconds.
"Yes sir?"
"Please take Akihiko to a guest room and look after him until he awakes. When he does, please explain to him what happened and send him home."
Jirô nodded.
"I'm going out. I'll be back late."
"Yes sir."
Haruhiko put his jacket on and left.
* * *
He stepped off the train and walked through the streets looking for the right building.
When he saw it, he hurried up to it.
He opened the door and made his way to the seventh floor.
Counting four doors in, he knocked on the plain wood.
It was cracked open slightly and a single eye peered out.
"Oh, it's you," he said with relief evident in his voice.
The door closed and he heard a rattling before it opened all the way to let him enter.
He looked around the apartment and noticed how ordinary it looked.
"Do you like it?" he asked as he turned back to the boy.
"Yeah. It's great!" He slowly walked up to the man and hugged him gently. "Thank you," he whispered against the man's chest.
The man smiled and wrapped his arms around the boy.
"I'm glad you like it. It was hard to decorate because I don't know that much about the type of life you prefer."
"That's okay. I still love it because it was a present from you." He smiled up at the man and then let it slip off. "How did he take it?"
The man tensed and the boy felt it.
The man forced a smile onto his face and looked back at him.
"He was upset, but he understands your decision."
The tension drained out of the boy's face and he smiled again.
"Thank you for talking to him. I wouldn't have been able to stick to my decision if I had tried."
The man pet the top of his head gently.
"I know. I know," he whispered.
The boy hugged him tighter and he smiled.
"I'll always provide what you need. You won't ever have to worry again. No one will ever bother you.  I promise."
The boy sighed happily.
That sounded like a great idea.
He pulled back a little and kissed the man.
"I love you Misaki."
"I love you too, Haruhiko."
* * *
"MISAKI!"
Usagi woke up in a cold sweat.
"It-it was just a dream," he muttered in relief.
He turned, expecting to see the boy, but saw nothing.
As he looked around, he realized that he wasn't in a room he recognized.
"Where am I?" he asked.
The door opened and Jirô stepped in.
"You finally woke up?"
He closed the door behind him and locked it.
"What are you doing?!" he demanded. "Why are you locking the door?!"
Jirô laughed and grasped his chin.
His finger slid under it easily and disappeared from sight.
Usagi's eyes widened.
"I'm sorry for the disguise Akihiko, but I deemed it necessary."
He lifted the skin-tight mask off to reveal-
"SUMI?! What the hell are you doing here?!"
Sumi smiled at him and walked up to the bed.
"I still love you. Once you said that were in love with Misaki and he finally told me that he loved you too, I stepped back. I didn't want to get in the way since you both loved each other so much, but now Misaki loves Haruhiko." He slid up to the author and sat on his lap. "Will you consider me now?"
He smiled and leaned forward until he was inches away from the other man's face.
Usagi leaned back a little in shock.
"Just think about it. Misaki didn't care about you enough to choose you, but I'd never let you go."
He proved his point by leaning forward and kissing the man.
Usagi was frozen to the spot and didn't know what to do.
Sumi used the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
His hand snaked up to hold both of Usagi's and push them behind his back.
Before Usagi realized what was happening, Sumi had tied them together with a length of rope.
"Sumi! What the hell was that for?!"
Sumi smirked at him.
"No you can't get away from me. I'll be able to leave and come back to find you still helpless in this room."
He reached down and started toying with the hem of Usagi's shirt.
Usagi glared at him.
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?" he asked with a smile before ripping the cloth away.
"Don't do it Sumi," Usagi growled. "You don't pull of the part of a rapist well."
Sumi's smile widened.
"You might not believe it," he started as he closed in, "but I'm a great actor."
Usagi's eyes widened again but couldn't move.