Month six,
day three, seven eighteen AM
(Mikaela's POV)
He could hardly contain his excitement. He had been waiting for this day forever and put hard and time-consuming work into it. Last night after Yuichiro had dozed off Mikaela went through his folders and list to make sure that everything had been completed, and happily enough, it had. And there was proof of his success in Yuichiro's behavior lately, and joy shot through Mikaela every time he remembered one of the adorable things Yuichiro had been saying lately. Well, joy and other emotions.
Mikaela was shameless. Actively manipulating somebody to fit his wants and desires, fully aware of what he was doing, and containing not a trace of guilt when he thought about the fact- but none of that mattered. What mattered right now was his upcoming reward for all of his hard work, it took the form of a sixteen-year-old boy with gorgeous raven locks and olive skin. Boy did he want that prize...
Mikaela noticed that Yuichiro, who was laying next to him, began to stir, he was about to wake up. Ideas swarmed Mikaela's head as he smiled, he had to figure out how he was going to go about this quickly.
Mikaela gently crawled on top of Yuichiro, straddling him and grabbing his wrists pinning them above his head.
Yuichiro lazily opened his eye's only to be met with bright blue ones staring down at him only a few inches away from his face.
Yuichiro jumped a bit but relaxed after a second, Mikaela smiled at his innocence, he probably had no idea what was about to happen to him.
"Mi-"
"Yuu-chan..." Mikaela whispered, cutting Yuichiro off. Mikaela wore a smile, lust danced in his eyes, passionate and dark, but he didn't bother hiding it this time. After all, his intentions were about to be given away entirely anyway.
"W-What?" Yuichiro looked confused and a little nervous, he was blushing slightly. The sight was adorable, oh that innocent look in his eyes... Mikaela could hardly hold back another minute.
Mikaela knew this could go wrong, but that didn't matter, because Yuichiro was his anyway and if everything else failed... Mikaela would just have to resort to drastic measures.
Mikaela's grip on Yuichiro's wrists tightened, his nails slightly digging into the human's skin. He began closing in on Yuichiro's face and before he had the chance to pull away or make any form of protest, their lips locked.
Mikaela pressed against him, enjoying the little squeaks he made and the way he tugged at his wrists trying to break free. His lips felt amazing, everything about him felt amazing. Sure, Mikaela was a bit rough, but deep down it was a loving gesture. Yuichiro was truly perfect. He had known that since the first time he locked eyes with the boy. Right now, and forever after, Yuichiro was finally his. The thought made him happier than anything else that came to mind, pleasure running through him at each satisfying thought, each one better and more creative than the last. Mikaela wondered if he would be able to keep himself from going any further than a kiss, but it didn't matter if he could, he had to. But dear god did he want to get a taste of that...
Mikaela couldn't take it anymore. He shoved his tongue into Yuichiro's mouth, and right then he was met with the sweet sensation of Yuichiro finally beginning to kiss back.
Perhaps Mikaela was going a bit too fast for the poor human but at the moment he just didn't care, he wanted more of him.
More.
Mikaela had worked so hard and for so long, carefully manipulating Yuichiro. Sure, perhaps what he had been doing was wrong, controlling, and maybe even sickening to some, but Mikaela never learned the ways of the world. Since the day he was born, he lived a life of solitude and hatred, he never got the chance to explore and discover. Of course, eventually, he was set free from the confinements of misery, but even then he never learned to set aside right and wrong. He only learned love, just love and nothing more, and from then to now, kissing Yuichiro without any real consent to do so, in his eyes, love was something with no bounds. If he loved them, then there was no limit to the things in his right to do to that person. So if Mikaela even knew what a healthy relationship was, he was hardly worried about it.
