DRAMAtical Murder

Spirit ran down the halls of the Death Weapon Meister Academy as fast as his legs would carry him. He entered the school’s hospital and sat down on the bed, putting his head in his heads. “I screwed up. Maka isn’t even at school right now. All this risk for nothing. The only place to see Maka is at the academy, so I came, sure, but coming here means I might run into him. FRANKIN STEIN!” Hidden under all the terror in his voice was a certain tone of something else, something deeper. Something that sent a sharp pang through his heart. He pushed the feeling down and rubbed his temples....

this is not written by me:

Uke: /OBLIGATORY UKE RESISTENCE
Seme: /OBLIGATORY SEME RAPE
Uke: UKE FAIS
Seme: /INTENSE SEME STARE /BISHIE
Uke: B-BUT SEME-SAN..YOU DON'T LOVE ME.
Seme: NO KAWAIIUKEDESUCHAN YOU ARE WRONG
Seme: I LOVE YOU
Seme: I RAPED YOU, SO OBVIOUSLY I LOVE YOU
Uke: TH-THAT'S TRUE..BUT..
Uke: /AVERTS GAZE TEARFULLY, UNCERTAIN
Seme: /FORCEFULL KISS
Uke: /BIG, FAT UKEY BLOBS OF TEARS ROLLED DOWN
Seme: /I FIND THIS ATTRACTIVE?! /LE SEME PASSION OVERFLOWS
Uke: /PLEASE BE ROUGH EVEN IF I SEEM DELICATE AND INNOCENT I'M ACTUALLY NOT
Uke: /MORE TEARS PLZ
Seme: /BONDAGE?!
Uke: OH, N-NO../CONSTIPATED...