the whore has been drugged

To get this outta my head-- a character drabble thingy for Ema's and my Rush Complex (eee!!) storyline.

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Who the fuck did this guy think he was? He came home just like any other good little toy, and suddenly thinks he could start diagnosing him like some good-intending psychiatrist on his lunch break? There was no way in hell he would get away with this.

Hideki fumed silently but conspicuously at the desk of the apartment complex, busying his hands with uneeded filing and other desk chores while running the events of the previous morning through his head like an old-fasioned film reel, frame by battered frame.

He couldn't believe that someone so amazing in bed could be such a royal asshole out of it. And he had been good - infinitely better, he regretted to admit, than any of the other playthings he had on his speedial for those lonely nights.

But what tipped him over the cliffedge of irritation and into the ravine of lividness was that he had actually let himself think that this bastard had a point; with all of his paper-thin talks of love, and out-of-control sex drive, and "saving yourself..."

Hideki believed that anyone who was blind and deaf enough to try shoving that sentimental crap down his throat, of all throats, was by no accounts worth his time.

And he spent his entire morning and a healthy portion of his afternoon convincing himself of this.

This asshole was way out of line. And he needed to be dropkicked out of Hideki's life as soon as a boot heavy and hard enough could be found. He needed to be banished from Hideki's sight, hearing range, and mattress.

Because this bastard was only one thing in Hideki's mind - and that was dead wrong. This idiot, with his sentimental partybus of one, and his stupid morals, and his eyes the color of melted chocolate, and his perfect square chest, and his lusciously soft lips......

...He was absolutely dead wrong.

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Ema-chan~ name ideas? he can't be 'the bastard' forever. X3