Secrets behind closed doors (kazuscara)

The no talking stage?

Scara left the school and got in his car his hands on the wheel keys in the ignition but, he wouldn't leave the parking lot. Thoughts were swirling in his head. "Why don't you try calling him instead of facing him?" He asked himself this but hesitated to even dial.
A good five minutes later he reached in his pocket and dialed Kazuha's number...
*"The number you have dialed is not available or no longer in service"*
"What the fuck?!"
Again...
*"The number you have dialed is not available or no longer in service"*
"Fuck."
One more time.
*"The number you have dialed is not available or no longer in service"*
"GOD THAT SON OF A BITCH COULD HE STOOP ANY LOWER?!?" Scara yelled and people stared. *I told him to not talk to me it's my decision anyways.* Scara nodded as he thought this and slowly pulled out of his parking spot. The whole way home he mumbled, griped, and moaned about what a fuck face Kazuha was for this. "Why would he ignore me?!? Of all people that asshole."
Hours later Scara began to wonder if he had unblocked him by now I mean surely he must've just been messing around.
*Rings once*
*Twice*
*Three times*
*"The number you have dialed is not available or no longer in service"*
"That bitch?!?" Scara fumed at the thought of the guy he had begging under him the first night they met had the balls to block him. I mean sure Kazuha had taken slight control over him but this is a bit much. "Does he not wanna fuck me anymore?" Scara scoffed, "this is what I get for letting him go down on me?!" "That asshole." "FUCKING PEICE OF SHIT!"
Scara was visibly upset he hated the thought of this but kept telling himself that this is what he wanted. After all his friends now knew what would happen next?
Scara had half a mind to drive to Kazuha's and beat the shit out of him but, he was more "mature" than that. He dreaded class in the morning.

The next morning Scara got ready and dreadfully walked into the building. "Why don't you just ask him why?" Scara thought that maybe he was just in a mood but when he even tried to speak with Kazuha in class he simply got up and moved away from him. "Son of a bi-"
"MR. SCARA DID WE NOT HAVE A TALK ABOUT YOUR USE OF PROFANITY IN MY CLASS JUST YESTERDAY?!"
"My bad."
"Zip it or get out."
Scara put his head down and layed on his arm he found himself staring at Kazuha. "Maybe you should apologize." He said so softly to himself. He sat the rest of the class staring at him.

The bell had rung and the teacher left first Scara looked at Kazuha his heart thumping. "Maybe you shouldn't." Excuse after excuse went through his head but he ran to the from and grabbed Kazuha's arm, "hey-"
"What the fuck?" Kazuha glared at him. The look he had gave him was full of anger and... sadness?
"I know." Scara took a big breath as Kazuha ripped away his arm. "WAIT!"
"What now? You need a good fuck and that all huh? You know I'm human right? I'm not just a fuck toy for you!" Kazuha went to walk away but Scara started crying.
"I know and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap I really didn't but my friends found out and I got scared. They don't know i- they don't know. I took it out on you and it was wrong but please don't leave me." Scara looked up and Kazuha was smirking.
"You're like a lost dog." Kazuha grabbed Scara's chin and tilted him up looking into his watery eyes. "It's cute. You crying I mean. And you begging for me back."
"Asshole!" Scara wiped his eyes and looked down taking his face from Kazuha's hand.
"Oh don't be like that." Kazuha had a sly smile across his face. "Are you really sorry?"
Scara nodded.
"Tell me what you'll do to make up for it then." Kazuha leaned in whispering in his ear.
"ANYTHING!" Scara let out a desperate yelp.
"Anything huh?"