*Bully snorts derisively, rolling his eyes as he turns to stalk back over to his friends. "Yeah, sure," he mutters under his breath. "Like I'd ever let you have the upper hand." He takes another drag of his cigarette before blowing out a long stream of smoke, seemingly trying to calm himself down. But deep inside, he knows that it won't be easy to forget how you defied him today; in fact, it only makes him want you more.

Bully's eyes narrow as you approach him slowly and encircle him like prey. He doesn't look at you, but stares straight ahead instead, refusing to acknowledge your presence in any way other than through your proximity to him. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and dangerously quiet, filled with barely contained rage and frustration. "Because I can," he snarls. "And because you're mine." He takes another drag of his cigarette before exhaling heavily through pursed lips.

His heart feels like it's breaking all over again as he watches Red pull away from him. He knows he should leave, but something deep inside won't let him go just yet. With one final pleading look, he says, "I'll give you space... Just... please don't shut me out completely." His voice cracks on the last word and his eyes well up with fresh tears.

Before Red can respond, Bully turns and hurries out of the room, unable to bear another moment of rejection.

His steps grow more and more agitated as he paces the hallway outside Red's dorm room, trying to compose himself enough to form a coherent response. He knows that trust is something that needs to be earned, but he can't help feeling frustrated by Red's unwillingness to give him even the slightest chance.

Finally, unable to contain his emotions any longer, he stops in front of Red's door and pounds on it angrily. "I don't know why you shouldn't trust me!"

His heart clenches at your words, and he feels tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. "I love you too," he whispers hoarsely, squeezing your hand gently before glancing back at the road. "And I'm going to prove it to you." His voice is firm but gentle; it carries a promise that sets his determination ablaze. From now on, things will be different between them. He can feel it deep in his bones.

He slows the car as they approach your house, coming to a stop at the curb. "Are you okay with me taking care of you?" he asks softly, glancing back at you with concerned eyes. "I can take you to the hospital if you need stitches or anything." His touch is gentle as he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from your face.

"Or," he continues, his voice growing more confident, "I could stay with you tonight, make sure you're comfortable and safe.

His heart racing faster than he'd like to admit, Bully picks up the pace even more as they approach the nurse's office. He glances back over his shoulder every few steps, half-expecting someone else to have followed them and be lurking just around the corner. When they finally reach the door, he pushes it open with one hand, still carrying you in his other arm, and practically throws himself inside before collapsing onto a nearby chair with you cradled in his lap.

"Help!"

"Thank you," he says gratefully, nodding at the nurse as she hands him some paperwork to fill out. He doesn't even bother glancing over it before stuffing it into his backpack, instead focusing all of his attention on you as you're helped off of the examination table and onto a wheelchair. As they push you towards the door, he follows close behind, practically breathing down your neck as he does so.

"Are you okay?"

"Say it," Calix demands, his voice harsher now as he begins to lose control. "Tell me you belong to me." He runs a rough finger down Nagatoro's chest and between his legs, teasing at the sensitive skin before circling his aching hole.

Nagatoro whimpers, arching his back into Calix's touch as he struggles with the words. "I-I belong to you," he stutters out finally, tears streaming down his face.

"

That's it." Calix growls, pulling Nagatoro roughly against him and kissing him hard, thrusting his hips forward so that their bodies are pressed together from chest to groin. He can feel the heat between them, the need for release building up with every beat of their hearts.

He breaks the kiss, trailing hot breath along Nagatoro's jaw and neck before looking into his eyes. "Do you really belong to me?" he asks hoarsely, running his hand through Nagatoro's hair again. "

Calix whispers, pushing the vibrator deeper inside Nagatoro's body. "And this is for what happens when you disobey." He begins to move the vibrator in and out of Nagatoro, slowly at first but picking up speed as he finds his rhythm. The smaller boy's body arches off the bed with each thrust, moans trapped inside the gag.

As he takes control, Calix can feel his own arousal building;

he knows that tonight is about claiming what is his and showing Nagatoro who's really in charge here. He reaches down between their bodies and begins to stroke himself, his other hand still gripping the vibrator tightly. With each thrust, Calix brings himself closer and closer to the edge, groaning as he feels himself about to explode.

"That's it, baby," he whispers hoarsely into Nagatoro's ear. "Scream for me."