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Ehehe...Staryday yelled at me to update...so here I am...and now I have to go work on the collaborative story me and her are working on...how the hell’d I get stuck with prologue again?...
B/N Staryday: NO ONE LISTEN TO HER! She won at Rock, paper, scissors so it’s fault that she has to do the prologue. And besides, she finished it within a day, so she has nothing to complain about. (sticks tongue out at Jess-chan) (jess-chan: nervous laugh...ummm...well...yea...)
Arigatou to Staryday-chan...who has somehow become my official beta... (Staryday: Yay! That’s me!)
RAPE! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC! I AM WARNING YOU TO PUSH THAT LITTLE BACK BROWSER WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TIME! DO NOT SUE / FLAME ME FOR WRITING THIS LATER! BECAUSE I WILL LAUGH AT YOU, BITTERLY AND COLDLY! THERE ARE WARNINGS FOR A REASON! AND IF YOU COMPLAIN BOUT THE YAOI, IT WAS YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT FOR NOT LISTENING TO IT!
Chapter 10
“Are you sure you’re fine?” Dark asked again, worry apparent in his voice.
“Yea, this time, I want to join you guys. Besides, I haven’t been in a tournament for almost a year now, it’ll tarnish my reputation,” Daisuke smiled.
“But you just got out of the hospital a week and two days ago,” Celeste pointed out, as they walked over to the contest registration table. No one was sure why she was counting. They were heading to another tournament for Pros-meaning that Celeste couldn’t join them just yet. Many pros all over the country went to each one-if they could or had the time-to test their new skills, improve, get sweet revenge, or to show who’s the best.
Of course, the victors were always one of them, unless they didn’t have time to all enter one. They always entered together, if only one person was available that day, they wouldn’t enter. They had an idea when they were younger to always enter with someone else, this way, they could meet in the championship rounds to duke it out.
“I’ll be fine, I promise I’ll be ok,” Daisuke answered. “I haven’t been in one of these for awhile now, my speed has decreased. You guys will get better then me soon,” Daisuke pouted.
“Awe, come on, Dai! Can’t you let us win for once?” Dark whined. Daisuke had been winning against them for the last few tournaments that they had entered. He had shown no mercy...well, only a little, for his friends.
“Heh, maybe,” Daisuke smirked, running towards the registration line.
“Dai!” Dark whined, as he chased after him. Krad grinned in amusement and Satoshi sighed, shaking his head in mock sadness, a slight smile touching his lips.
“Do they always act like that?” Celeste asked, apparently amused as well.
“Yes, unfortunately-fucking annoying at times though...” Satoshi sighed in an exaggerated tone.
They waited in line for what felt like forever before they were registered. They were led to a separate room from the other pros before the preliminaries would start.
“One frigin question...” Dark asked twitching. “If we have the special room...and the special treatment...why the hell did we have to wait in line for one fucking hour to register for this stupid thing!” He cussed.
“Shut up,” Satoshi swore, throwing a weak water attack at Dark, soaking Dark to the bone.
“Satoshi! Argh! SHIT! Now I have to fight wet!”
“That’s your own damn fault for not shutting up, now isn’t it?” Satoshi glared, speaking as calmly as possible.
“You’re impossible!” Dark cried, throwing his hands up in frustration.
“Your words of praise are greatly appreciated,” Satoshi grinned.
“I’m not fucking praising you!” Dark snarled, already taking his wet shirt off. Krad cast a glance, but turned away a second later. “Damn it! I’m soaking wet!”
“Awe! Kraddie’s blushing!” Dark smiled slyly, he received another cold shower from Satoshi for being so cocky.
“Urusai, baka,” Krad glared.
“That’s not nice!” Dark pouted, he started to look for an extra shirt in the room. “Does anyone have an extra shirt...?” He finally asked, tired from looking. Krad sighed, it was a good thing he was wearing a muscle shirt under the white one he was wearing today. He took off his white tee and threw it at Dark. Dark caught it with one graceful movement, holding it open in front of himself. “Only white?” He complained, white was not his color, black was better.
“Take it or leave it,” Krad snarled, pressing out the slightly ruffled white muscle shirt on him. Dark huffed in disapproval, but put the shirt on anyways. They waited awhile till they were called down. There was always a special opening for them. Celeste headed up into the stands to watch and cheer them on.
“Welcome all! To the 73rd Chikara Competition!” The MC announced through the mike.
“Today we have four special guests with us!” The MC pointed at them, as they walked out to face the crowd. “The four pros of legend!” Everyone cheered, the noise was deafening. He went on to tell the history of the tournament, and how it was created. Everyone had to fight four other people and win each round to get to the championships.
Dark grinned, this would be fun. The first four rounds were fought at the same time, then the next four, and continued in this fashion till everyone fought in the first round, either a winner or loser.
“It’s pathetic, really. How they can’t stand after such a small cut, then forfeit without a bit of pride,” Dark spoke, looking at the wounded with dislike.
“You shouldn’t be so mean,” Daisuke whispered, watching as another wounded person was carried off another of the stadiums with a twisted ankle.
“What are you taking about? When we were just as weak as them, we didn’t complain or stop when we got a broken bone or were maimed,” Dark defended, but it was true, they worked hard to get as strong as they were now. Daisuke just sighed and gave up arguing with Dark, his stubbornness could give anyone a headache.
All the competitors were given an hour rest period before the 2nd round began. Celeste joined up with them and they all went to a café nearby.
“Daisuke! You were amazing! I didn’t know you were just as good as them (points to Dark, Krad and Sato) and you’re the youngest too!” Celeste praised, as they were driving to the café.
“Uh...um...Arigato,” Daisuke blushed. Dark whacked him lightly on the back.
“Don’t be such a goodie two shoes, Dai!” Dark whined “You’re too kawai when you do it!”
“Uh, ok...gomen nasai,” Daisuke apologized, looking too cute, like Dark had said.
“Aweee!” Dark gushed / squealed, Daisuke was just too cute! Everyone had the sudden urge to just jump on him. Dark, was the closest to snapping, and everyone but Daisuke could see it.
“So? What do you guys want to eat?” Daisuke asked, unaware to Dark’s sudden change in personality. With that question, Dark snapped, everyone heard it and turned their heads to look at him. “What was that?” Daisuke asked curiously, cocking his head in an adorable manner. Krad and Satoshi knew exactly what it was and both grabbed Dark at the same time that he was about to jump on Dai. “I’ll go get us a table, ok?” Daisuke smiled, still unaware of the change in tension between the other boys. He jumped off to a free table in the far corner, all alone, hint hint, nudge nudge.
“Argh! Why does everything he do have to seem like an invitation!” Dark cried. “Onegai, can I bring him into an empty room? Kudasai!” (Both jap words mean plz, but used differently)
“Iie! Hentai!”(No! Pervert!) Both Krad and Satoshi answered at the same time. Krad whacked Dark on the head with a thwack.
“Kora! (Hey!) That wasn’t nice! Hidoi!(Meanie!)” Dark cried, rubbing the spot where Krad had hit him.
“You deserved it!” Satoshi scowled. Dark stuck his tongue out at Krad and Satoshi before walking over to join Daisuke at the table. Celeste watched as both the boys turned into a nasty red and decided it was time for her to get to a safe distance.
“DARK! BAKA! GET BACK HERE!” Krad yelled dangerously.
“I’m ignoring it...I’m ignoring it...” Satoshi muttered, trying desperately to regain his cool composure. In the background, Dark was being chased-while in chibi mode-by a very, very irritated Krad holding a menacing chainsaw, lol! Daisuke watched all this curiously, what had started this fight this time?
“What’s going on?” He asked Celeste, who had slid into the seat next to him.
“Ano (well, err)...No idea...?” She lied, giving the most convincing smile possible.
“Oh?” Daisuke raised an eyebrow questioningly. Thanks to all the fuss, they only had about 15 minutes left to eat. Rushing through lunch was never a good thing. Dark almost choked on a peanut he had popped into his mouth when they were leaving. Satoshi and Krad cursed when he didn’t choke to death.
“I wonder who I’m up against,” Dark said, rubbing his hands in anticipation. The matches were decided randomly by a computer. They waited until they were called down. Krad was the first to go in the 4th match up.
He did what he always did with his opponents; play with them before finishing them off. He was up against another pro who wielded a double-sided axe. Krad just dodged the whole time, not even attacking back, pissing his opponent off more and more.
“Oh! So close!” Krad teased, as the blade narrowly missed his side. He didn’t move away a lot on purpose when he was dodging before, almost convincing his opponent that he would’ve gotten him. He watched as his opponent flinched when a big bloody wound appeared on his left thigh. Molten must’ve gotten his monster. He sighed, why did he let his opponents choose what kind of fight it should be? He wanted a challenge battle, but nooooo! He gave the choice to his opponent instead! And what a boring bond battle it was...
“Stand still! Teme!” Krad twitched, here he was being considerate and merciful and here was his opponent being an ass.
“That’s it...” Krad hissed, his eyes narrowed in anger. All he did was play with him and his opponent had to be so serious! If he didn’t want to go along with Krad’s antics, then Krad would get someone else to play with him. Dark would love to, although the consequences might be dire after! And he bet that Satoshi would want a chance at him as well. And he still had an unfinished game with Daisuke. Without even blinking, Krad summoned twin blades of fire. One cut the axe in half, and the other left a gash on the man’s chest.
The gash and axe burst into blue flames. Krad’s opponent screamed in pain. He could just imagine how much it hurt; the swords could open a link from any opening he created to the fire on his dragon’s mane. They weren’t called the flames of hell for nothing. The match was stopped, Krad was announced the winner. They didn’t have these tournaments to watch people die; it was always stopped before then, people only died on rare occasions.
Krad walked back to their room, receiving cold glares and sneers from all the other pros. The problem with being better then everyone else, and being young is, people start thinking that you’re cheating to win. Almost the whole professional population had convinced themselves that they were cheaters. He sighed, if this was what it was like to be one of the best...it was better being weak.
Dark and Daisuke were playing a game of violent tag when Krad got back, he almost got hit by an attack just when he stepped into the room. He growled, and Daisuke yelled an apology, before he went to join Satoshi on the sofa.
“They’re still treating us like villains out there,” Krad informed everyone, gesturing outside the door. Satoshi sighed inwardly; they’ve been treating them coldly for the past two years now...when would it stop? But then again...making more enemies could be fun, especially strong ones. It has gotten boring fighting weaklings, when would there be an enemy out there as good as them?
“Figures...it doesn’t matter, I’ll fight all of them if I have to,” Satoshi grinned. The idea of all of them dead around his feet sprinted across his mind’s eye. It wouldn’t be such a bad prospect. Dark was called down next, he yawned and walked out the door towards the stadium with a bored-I’m-gonna-fall-asleep expression on his face. They had given up watching each other fight and figure out strategies along time ago, it didn’t matter now. They welcomed any challenges with open arms; life was too boring for them.
Dark saw who he was fighting as he entered the stadium; he had fought this guy before. The guy looked ready for revenge, Dark smirked, this would be fun. He cracked his knuckles and grinned evilly. What’s more fun than embarrassing someone in public? It was his favorite past time. The guy looked a bit reluctant now, he must’ve spotted Dark’s grin.
Dark attacked without even warning the guy. He started a mini-quake that was weak enough to leave everything and everyone intact, but would enable that no one could stand up properly without losing his or her balance. It was quiet fun, he wasn’t affected by the quake at all and it was hilarious watching everyone wobble and hold onto something tight. His opponent tried to stand up straight, but ended up on the cold ground like anyone else who didn’t grab onto anything. Dark raised some parts of the ground around his opponent to create a cage around him. His dragon roared in amusement, already able to sense the plan in his master’s head.
Dark stopped the quake everywhere, except in the cage. The man was tumbling around it like a mouse in a shaking cage. It was so funny to watch, almost everyone up in the stands were laughing. Dark stopped a few minutes later when the judges said that this wasn’t a circus, it was a fight. And the man couldn’t stand up straight anyways, so the fight was given to Dark.
Dark went back to the room. Satoshi and Krad glared evilly at him when he entered, and looked just about ready to kill him. Daisuke was laughing his head off in the corner; he was literally rolling on the ground.
“What?” Dark asked, edging away from Satoshi and Krad who were still glaring killer daggers at him.
“You...ahaha! They!” Daisuke stuttered. “Damn! Too funny!”
“What happened!” Dark grabbed Daisuke around the collar and pinned him against the wall impatiently. Daisuke still kept on laughing, pointing at him and the other two in the room. Dark felt a chill; it was really starting to freak him out, what made whatever happened his fault! Daisuke was finally able to speak properly.
“They weren’t expecting you to start a quake,” Daisuke pointed at Krad and Satoshi. “And since they were sitting right next to each other...you can guess what happened.”
Daisuke started laughing again, it had got to be the funniest thing that ever happened. Daisuke had sensed the quake before the other two, so right after grabbing onto something, he yelled out to warn Satoshi and Krad, but it had been too late. Satoshi and Krad had both flown across the room and landed in a very...very awkward position. Then they rolled off again, just to land in a heap together, lips barely touching, Satoshi on top of Krad. Then there was another, bigger, tremor and Krad ended on top of Satoshi, his hand had also somehow ended up under Satoshi’s clothes. They stopped in that position and Daisuke had burst out laughing non-stop.
Dark turned to look at Satoshi and Krad and started to laugh along with Daisuke. Satoshi twitched. He grabbed Krad before Krad could do anything irrational; killing their friends wouldn’t make that memory go away, revenge would be much sweeter. He whispered something in his ear, Krad grinned and nodded his head. They both attacked Dark and Daisuke at the same time. Daisuke and Dark screamed in shock as Satoshi poured cold water on them. Then Krad and Satoshi started to attack them with little, slightly harmless element attacks.
“Wahhh! Satoshi! Krad! Stop!” Daisuke squealed in delight as a weakfire attack hit him, it tickled slightly. He then cried in shock when a ball of cold water hit him on the head, it sent a shiver of pleasure down his back. They didn’t even stop when they heard Satoshi’s name being called through the announcements, Satoshi wouldn’t mind if they continued playing without him.
Satoshi didn’t even give his opponent a moment to blink before he threw the guy to the wall outside of the boundaries with hard water pressure. He was sure the guy would be bruised and sore the next morning. He didn’t have time for such amateurs. Why did they even become pros in the first place when they’re so weak? Or was it just the case of weak candidates that year? They needed more of a challenge if they wanted to get stronger.
He walked back to the room and found Dark straddling Daisuke, both their shirts unbuttoned. “Wha–!” He calmed down though on closer inspection. Dark and Daisuke were having a tickling fight and they were both rolling around until someone called uncle, and then the game started again. They had to stop though, when Daisuke was called down, he was in the last match of the day.
Daisuke jumped off of Dark and to the fighting stadium, totally ignoring the looks from the other participants. He smiled friendly at his opponent, the man got in a fighting stance. Daisuke sighed, when would these old geezers loosen up? He summoned some of his powers, his fingers felt stiff-he had always used his fingers to manipulate the air around everything, it was like playing an instrument to him. Daisuke gave some test twirls before the fight started. He felt like playing longer with his opponent today, the play fight between him and the others had gotten him worked up.
Daisuke twirled the air around the man to stifle his movements. It was fun watching the look on the man’s face turn into a shocked-surprise look. Really? Hadn’t any of these pros learned anything from fighting him? Or watching him even? It was no use trying to have fun; they weren’t even fun to be with. Daisuke was about to throw the man outside of the boundaries without hurting him, but something pulsed inside of him.
He choked, eyes widened then closed in pain. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He felt his powers waver , his eyes opened without his will of letting them. Something inside of him rippled in pleasure. He threw the man to the wall-not to roughly-while he still had control, ending the fight. He didn’t think any good would come out of continuing, that spine chilling feeling felt more then just bloodlust and sadism.
Daisuke felt his heart seize up; the feeling trembled slightly and felt like it slowly withered away into the depths of his mind. He was breathing heavily, despite the fact that he wasn’t even tired. He took in a gulp of calm cool air, he did not fucking want to feel that ever again. He proceeded towards the door that would lead him back to his room. The empty hallway seemed longer then before, it felt like it stretched on forever. Was it fatigue? From what? Using his powers like that? It was a daily routine to use them, why would it tire him out now?
He cried out in shock when he felt someone shove him into the wall from behind, hard. Daisuke tried to turn around to face the person who shoved him, but he was pinned from behind by strong hands and a cold blade was pressed against the back of his neck.
“Well, look what we have here...?” A gruff voice whispered in his ear, pinning him harder to the concrete wall. “Scream for help and I’ll cut this pretty little neck of yours,” he snarled, pressing the blade onto Daisuke’s neck harder to prove his point. “And you don’t want to know what will happen after that.”
“What do you fucking want?” Daisuke growled, struggling slightly to try to get away.
“Didn’t I tell you to stop moving?” The man said, as he pierced the skin around Daisuke’s neck. Daisuke let out a small gasp and a snarl.
“What do you want?” Daisuke asked again, this time not moving. The man pulled out some rope from his pocket.
“My orders, to bring you in alive, but not necessarily well, so keep that in mind,” the man purred into Daisuke’s ear.
“Ar-ah!” The man had dug the knife deeper when Daisuke moved his head slightly to turn. “Are you with Tsubasa...?” He asked through clenched teeth.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The man finished tying the ropes onto Daisuke’s wrists, digging into his flesh painfully.
“How rude of me, my name is Dr. Hinji, and that intruder in your room, and also the one who killed the other three men from Tsubasa, and my full title is the Master’s right hand man, or you could just call me, Yuwari,” the man said, before he grabbed Daisuke’s wrists and pulled him towards the building’s back doors.
“D–Dr. Hinji!” Daisuke gasped, feeling the blade next to his neck once again.
“I killed the real Doctor before you got there and took his place. Yes, faster then your stupid driving machine,” Yuwari gripped Daisuke’s wrists harder in a vice-grip and pulled him harshly in one direction. Daisuke gave a small inward cry of anguish; had been without warning and it sent a jolt of pain through Daisuke.
Daisuke silently followed Yuwari, struggling slightly when the blade was lifted lightly from the back of his neck. Daisuke unwillingly followed him to the backdoor. Before they got there, Daisuke gave one last struggle, he didn’t always want Dark and the others to come looking for him, he made sure they would come, but he didn’t want them to help him every time he was in danger.
Yuwari seemed to lose his patience right at that moment. He slammed Daisuke to the wall, and leaned uncomfortably closer.
“I told you that I was to bring you back alive, not well-so fucking stop moving,” he hissed “Unless you want me to bring you back maimed, then I’d advise you to listen to me without hesitation.”
“Just try,” Daisuke taunted, adrenaline still existing from the fight before. What he hadn’t intended was for Yuwari to stab the blade into his shoulder-not too deeply.
“I will if you don’t stop,” Yuwari snarled at Daisuke as he suppressed the cry of pain from the new wound. “Although...I wouldn’t mind...” Yuwari threatened, he pulled the knife out of Daisuke’s shoulder slowly and let it clatter to the ground. He licked at the blood that was pooling down Daisuke, ignoring the shuddering coming from the boy. Daisuke struggled futilely as Yuwari started to ascend to his lips slowly, enjoying every moment when Daisuke would choke in disgust. Yuwari was stronger than he thought.
“Bastard,” Daisuke swore, trying to push him away when Yuwari turned him around to face him.
“That’s nice to know,” Yuwari smirked before pressing his lips to Daisuke’s forcefully. Daisuke tried to turn away, but Yuwari grabbed his chin with a free hand and held him in place. Daisuke used the air around them to push Yuwari away, but even that was a futile attempt when nothing happened. ‘No!’ Daisuke thought in panic.
Since Daisuke wouldn’t open his mouth, Yuwari did the only thing that would let him into Daisuke’s mouth. He used his other hand to grip the red head’s wounded shoulder harshly. When Daisuke yelled from the pain, he roughly thrust his tongue into his mouth. Daisuke’s yell was cut off as he felt Yuwari’s tongue; he choked and eyes widened.
“Ge...get off of me...” Daisuke gasped, as Yuwari kissed a trail down to his neck. He tried to struggle against his binds, but the rope cut into his skin with even the slightest movement. Yuwari was busy licking and kissing Daisuke’s collar bone, he either didn’t hear Daisuke, or chose to ignore him. Since they were standing and Yuwari had him pinned to the wall, all the plans to get away in Daisuke’s head all seemed to end in failure.
Finally, an opportunity showed itself. He kicked Yuwari in the stomach when he was preoccupied. Yuwari fell backwards with a yell of pain. Daisuke didn’t bother to untie the rope around his wrists and started to run towards the room they were assigned. But before he reached the end of the hallway they were in, something tugged him backwards and he fell backwards on his arms. He moaned as he rolled over on his side.
“Trying to get away?” Yuwari snarled as he got up and walked over to Daisuke. He lifted him up by his arm and slammed him to the wall. Daisuke gasped sharply with the impact. What was even worse was the fact that Yuwari had grabbed the arm that was attached to his still bleeding shoulder. “I guess I’ll have to punish you for kicking me like that-think you gave me some broken ribs,” he growled as he threw Daisuke over his shoulder and carried him back to the end of the hall where the back door was located.
“Let me go, you fucking asshole!” Daisuke screamed, kicking and squirming. He was dropped roughly to the ground. Daisuke let out another groan of pain before turning over to glare at Yuwari. Yuwari grinned back in response and crouched down to face Daisuke. He lifted Daisuke’s chin up and bent down to kiss him yet again. Daisuke was ready this time and bit down on Yuwari’s tongue hard.
“AHH! You little bastard! Son of a–” Yuwari exclaimed, clamping a hand over his mouth as a small trickle of blood pooled out from the corners. He came dangerously close to Daisuke and grabbed his neck in a vice grip. He pushed Daisuke onto the ground, grinning hysterically. “You’ll regret ever doing that,” he whispered into Daisuke’s ear. Upon hearing that, the younger boy tried to throw Yuwari off, but his hold just got worse.
“Maybe I should make the effects of these power eclipse ropes to be stronger...” Yuwari purred, as Daisuke continued to struggle.
“A...po–power eclipse item?” Daisuke growled feebly through breaths. He hated those things, especially when they were used on him. They suck, or as they call it, ‘eclipse’ a person’s powers till they’re taken off. “Fucking bastard...” Daisuke swore, giving one last struggle as he felt the power of the eclipse item increase. Yuwari’s grin widened, he slackened his hold on Daisuke’s neck.
“Let’s see...what would be suitable for a brat like you?” He asked huskily. Yuwari slipped a hand under Daisuke’s shirt and started stroking his chest. He used his other hand to hold Daisuke up as he ravished his mouth. But he pulled away for some reason. “We really shouldn’t do this here” he smirked.
Yuwari picked Daisuke up and put a hand over his mouth to silence him. Dragging Daisuke to the back door, he kicked it open. There, in the alley that was connected to the backdoor, was a minivan. Yuwari opened the back of the van; it was full of boxes from its previous use. He threw Daisuke into the corner and slammed the door shut, leaving the red head in the darkness.
He soon felt the van start up and move, there was no way he could escape now...the power eclipse ropes took all his energy. His breathing became shallow as the full effects of the eclipse item started, the longer you wore it, the more powerful it became. Daisuke should’ve known there was something wrong before, when his powers seemed to constrict inside his own body.
They entered a room with a bed in the center. The red head was shoved onto the bed face down and pinned by Yuwari’s hands. The ropes were removed, Daisuke felt his powers surge back, causing him to feel woozy and dizzy. He moaned with the sudden wave of dizziness and it disappeared as fast as it appeared. He soon realized why, there were buckles on the bed, these buckles had the symbol of eclipse, all eclipse items had it branded on itself; and they were on him.
Yuwari had secured Daisuke’s hands above his head, which was very tight. But the buckles on his ankles were connected to looser chains; he knew exactly what they were for. The man pinned Daisuke to the bed.
“You fucking asshole!” Daisuke screamed, “Pervert! Get off of me!” He struggled, but the shackles stiffened his movement.
“Don’t be like that, love,” the older man purred into the red head’s ear, nipping the side playfully. He didn’t give Daisuke a chance to respond before grabbing a handkerchief from his pocket and making a gag out of it. The younger boy glared at Yuwari spitefully as the older of the two started to unbutton his shirt. All Yuwari did was laugh and unbutton the loose shirt faster. He straddled Daisuke at his waist, running his hands over the younger boy’s chest lovingly...lustfully. And all Daisuke could do was glare at him in anger, the others must’ve started looking for him by now, right?
He gasped when, suddenly, Yuwari attacked his neck, biting into his tender flesh painfully. He felt the skin break and the blood pool out. Then the sickening sensation of the older man licking it away with flicks of his tongue. The man smiled against his neck, smearing his lips with Daisuke’s blood on purpose.
“Having fun...?” he asked, nuzzling Daisuke’s neck, purring like crazy. He was lying on top of Daisuke and started rubbing their groins together. The red head let out a muffled growl, struggling to avoid the contact. “I thought you’d want this, after all, I’ve seen Krad and Dark fuck you millions of times.” Daisuke’s eyes widened.
“Don’t think I don’t know...” Yuwari purred, as he started to lick and talk a trail lower and lower... “I’ve been ordered to follow you for months; don’t think I haven’t seen what Krad did you when you two were alone that day in the kitchen. Or those times in Dark’s bedroom, remember...?” Daisuke let out a low growl. At the same time, Yuwari had undone Daisuke’s pants and slipped a hand into them. “They were pretty sweet to you...but, I’m not gonna be the same.” The younger boy hissed in anger when the older man slowly wrapped his hand around him, and took in a sharp breath when he grabbed him painfully hard.
“What? Don’t like it? I heard you moan in ecstasy for both of them, why don’t you moan for me?” He let go and started to stroke Daisuke along his length gently. Daisuke couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips, damn hormones! Yuwari also started slipping the red head’s pants off, Daisuke didn’t notice till they were nested near his ankles, stopped by the chains and shackles.
The older man suddenly deep throated Daisuke; Daisuke couldn’t help but writhe underneath the man as he did so many things with his tongue and teeth. But the feeling was more of pain and agony then pleasure. He didn’t want this, the others wouldn’t want him to go through this. But it was his damn hormones that were doing it; they were going against his will. Yuwari started to suck harder, pulling Daisuke closer to the edge, his breath hitched.
He sobbed when he came into the man’s mouth. Yuwari gave Daisuke a final bite before coming back up, he pulled the gag off roughly to give Daisuke a bruising kiss. Daisuke bite down on his tongue yet again and Yuwari pulled back, laughing as blood spilled out of his mouth from the wound. “Not happy, Daisuke? Maybe I should punish you more...” Yuwari smiled lustfully, wiping the dripping blood off his chin. He rested his head at Daisuke’s neck and whispered, “Let me show you what true pain feels like...”
“YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER, LET GO OF ME!” Yuwari ignored the red heads screams as he slid his hand painfully slow towards Daisuke’s entrance, probing at it unmercifully. He retied the gag. Daisuke’s breath became pants as Yuwari inserted a finger, and immediately inserted another two, clawing at the inside, something tore. Daisuke screamed, it was like he was on fire all over and the pain didn’t help.
He was gonna black out, but a sharp bite from Yuwari brought him back to reality. “I want you to savor every single second of this.” He smirked, going deeper into Daisuke with his fingers. The action made the younger boy scream louder then before, it hurt...Finally, Yuwari pulled out, Daisuke relaxed as the pain ebbed away slowly. But then the older man proceeded in taking off his own pants.
He placed a hand on Daisuke’s injured shoulder and clenched it tightly when he slammed into Daisuke. The pain was unbearable; Yuwari only continued going in deeper and deeper into Daisuke, using Daisuke’s own blood as lube. Daisuke screamed from the pain coming from his lower regions and from his throbbing shoulder. He wanted to rip himself apart; maybe it’d be less painful then what he was experiencing now.
“Are you enjoying it!” Yuwari asked hysterically, laughing at Daisuke’s shouts of pain. God...it felt disgusting. Daisuke felt like throwing up; it was like a worm was moving inside of him. After what felt like forever, and after a long nauseous moment, Yuwari finally came inside of Daisuke, coating his insides with his semen before pulling out painfully slow.
He stood up and slipped on a robe nearby before turning to face Daisuke, who was still sobbing, his body racked with spasms. “I enjoyed that,” he smirked, untying Daisuke’s gag and kissing him lovingly. “I’ll be back later...” he said in a menacing tone, before turning away and out the door. Slamming it shut behind him, leaving Daisuke alone in the dark, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
Ohh! Me and blackroselme started a collaborative story! plz come check out the story me and Jojo-chan are working on! I wrote the prologue, and the rest of the fic is gonna be very funny! lol...you’ll see why...many people like this one. And here’s a little hint in what’s in it...neko-fied...lol...guess from there
another collaborative story me and shimmering solitude started too! This one is already in the humor stage, and many pplz already reviewed. Lol, it’s worth it, and it’s for risa basher fans...lol, I’ve read all the reviews, all of the readers were laughing while writing the review...I also wrote the prologue for this.
Plz go check out the other two fics, and plz be nice enough to leave a review! (yea...you'll have to go to their bios, the urls wouldn't show up. i swear it's worth it!)
Luv ya’all!
plz leave a review! (we’re almost at the 100 mark! I can see it! Come on!)
Ja ne!
Jessica!
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