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bitetoall136Title: Unbreakable
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Genre: AU, Supernatural, Action/Adventure, Romance, Some Humor
Warnings: mxm relationships, cursing, smut
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Akira/Yutaka, Yutaka/Akira (Reita/Kai, Kai/Reita), Takamasa/Kouyou (Miyavi/Uruha), mentions of Takanori/OC (Ruki/OC), Yuu/Ni~ya (Aoi/Ni~ya{Nightmare})
Summary: It was the first scent that caught his curiosity; the first taste which began the addiction that was key to opening the gates of the truth. Put on assignment by his lawful creator, Akira finds his life –his entire existence, beginning to unfold in scattered pieces, all thanks to a very unlikely suspect: Yutaka, the supposed easy going veterinarian student.
Notes: Originally requested bysachiko_241, was going to be a oneshot, but I decided on a minichapter fic <3 This whole fic will be dedicated just to her :P
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
(Character List)
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)(Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3)(Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)(Chapter 6)
Chapter 7
Tempestuous skin layered in a sheen layer of lustrous sweat slapped together, the sultry moans and groans falling from each parched set of lips echoing off the walls of the enclosed room. His hips snapped forward aggressively from his sideway position on the small, twin sized futon, his chest and stomach plastered against his lover’s back as his hips continued to snap at velocious rates, allowing his engorged length to pleasure his partner to the highest extent.
“Kai…” the soft plead called out in a near choked voice, causing the long haired brunette to strengthen his thrusts as he reached forward and wrapped one of his toughened hands around Reita’s length and began pumping his lover as his lips fell into a alternating pattern of pepper and suction kisses along slick neck skin.
An even louder keen was soon falling in a rhythmic pattern close to the tip of Kai’s heated ear, Reita having thrown his head back; his drenched, black locks pressing against the brunette’s shoulder, mouth wide open and breathing heavy pants across a flushed cheek.
Long fingers, which were resting on a damp hip to keep the jagged movements steady, slowly slid up tanned skin, dipping into every crevice available and rubbing relaxing motif shapes; the gentle movement contrasting heavily against the hard, continuous pounding and rough neck treatment. That very hand eventually gripped a rounded chin and snapped the black hair’s head to the side, the sudden movement drawling a heavily gasped moan from quivering lips, allowing both sets of lidded eyes to meet at an odd angle, before Kai was melting their hungry pairs together; his tongue automatically invading and beginning to lap over an equally eager muscle.
Tongues continually crushing together, Kai dropped his hold on Reita’s chin, hand continuing its journey and finding pert nipples; one hand pinching and rubbing the sensitive area as the other continued to stroke his lover; his hips still driving into the other with nothing but passion, wanting him to achieve his heavenly release. One particular glide over stern chest had Reita biting down on Kai’s tongue, his eyes clenching shut and a husky moan exchanging between the pair of mouths as Kai tightened his grip and changed his angles with a vapid charge; his hips grinding and plowing, throbbing length having found that spot of ecstasy that sent Reita stiff and rigid with slather of pleasure.
Two more strokes, followed by a screech that would resonate through the room for centuries to come, and Reita was releasing his lively substance into Kai’s hand, the warm liquid seeping through the cracks of the brunette’s fingers and his mouth pulling away from Reita’s as he muffled is own plead into the other’s sweaty neck, his own release being torn from him in unleveled spurts; come seeping out of Reita’s entrance and trailing down his tanned legs.
Breathless, Kai pulled out of his lover, his tired body rolling to the side and falling off the tainted futon, it soon meeting cool wooden flooring. Arms and legs spread and hair that fell down to the small of his back splaying out all over his drenched skin, he titled his head to the side, finding Reita curled up on the futon and facing him, his breaths just as ragged.
“Please, don’t ever worry me like that again…” Kai pleaded, heated body finally beginning to cool down from the floor’s lament texture.
“I was only gone five minutes, Kai. Just needed to get some supplies-”
“We’re in the middle of a war, Rei. One minute, one second late; it doesn’t matter. I worry from the time you leave till the very second you walk back through that door. Don’t make me worry more than I need to.”
Sliding onto the floor next to his lover, Reita wrapped one arm around the brunette, the other reaching up and allowing his fingers to run through long, soft locks. “Kai, I managed to take care of myself for over twenty years without you, I don’t think walking to the downtown market is going to be the death of me.” He pecked the side of Kai’s mouth, his head falling to rest on a lightly panting chest.
Bringing the black haired closer to him, Kai rested his chin in the tar hued mop, placing a light kiss to the middle and hearing his lover hum in approval. “I know, Rei. You’re strong, but that still doesn’t keep me from worrying about you. I…I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Isn’t it I who should be worrying about you?” Reita asked, rubbing his hand over the inside of Kai’s naked thigh and feeling the deep scar that ran up to the rounded flesh beneath. “Besides, if this is the treatment I’m going to get for causing you to worry, I don’t think I want to stop any time soon.” He smiled, earning a disapproving glance from Kai, followed by a smirk, then a swift kiss.
“Just don’t do it again,” Kai mumbled, reaching over and yanking the thin blanket off the futon, covering the both of them.
“Of course not, Kai.” Reita’s hand repositioned itself on his chest, dark eyes looking up through heavy lids and finding Kai’s own. “And don’t worry, no matter what happens, we’ll never be apart.”
Yutaka’s eyes shot open, only to be met with uncanny darkness. He could hear frantic commotion; people pleading for their lives, feet stomping down harshly on the ground in an attempt to get away, their screams escalating seconds later, only to be pursued by eerie silence before the next causality started the vicious pattern all over again. His heart was pounding against his chest at a vicious speed, sweat glistening across every inch of surface; his clothes sticking to him like a second skin.
He was frightened. He was confused…
He was completely disgusted with himself for allowing that dream he had been thrown into to have such an effect on him; the center of his jeans now drenched in a mixture of sweat and come.
The malicious replay went on and on, the screams only further discouraging Yutaka’s belief for survival. He couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. The blindfold was still deeply seated across his eyes; the thick fabric masking him in the darkest of darks. The cuffs, which were imprisoning his hands above his head, were digging into thin skin, coloring his wrists different hues of purple and blue, the gag muting his already silent heaving breaths.
It was all too much. Slowly, he could feel his head becoming lighter, black dots being the only images that were able to break through the thick cotton fastened across his face. Panic setting in at levels deemed unbearable, he did the only thing he could. He screamed.
His own suppressed pleads mixed with those on the other side of his prison’s door; their wails heard and his falling on nonexistent ears.
Useless, he knew it was, but it was the only thing he could do to alleviate some of the building pressure he felt. He needed to let something out, what that something was, he wasn’t quite sure, but even as his own muffled screams vibrated against the walls of his cheeks and the gag pressed against his tongue and nearly choked him, Yutaka couldn’t help but feel somewhat better; actually able to calm just a fraction and allow himself to think.
Everything about his current situation felt familiar in the worst of ways. The yells, the entrapment, the feeling of being absolutely useless. Yutaka didn’t like it in the least bit. Slowly, it felt as if his world was being ripped from underneath him; inch by tedious fucking inch.
Guilt weighed heavy in his heart. Why didn’t he just listen to Yuu? If he would have done as his raven haired friend had instructed; if he would have just stayed away from Akira and allowed Yuu to take care of it just as he said he would, none of this would have ever happened. He wouldn’t be sitting here wondering when it would be his turn to be screaming those agonizing screams brought on upon by something still unbeknownst to him. He wouldn’t be sitting here wondering who the hell Kai and Reita were. And most importantly, he wouldn’t be sitting here, questioning his own humanity.
Maybe Akira was right. Maybe he was different.
He could slowly feel his humanity slipping away from him, it being replaced by something dark and unknowing…
He had done just as the unnamed kitsune had asked of him. He gnawed his teeth through the blond’s white neck, he allowed that gory blood to seep down his throat and settle into his stomach; he’d done just as he was asked of, believing he would be disgusted with the inhumane act, but instead…Instead he provoked a reaction from both himself and Akira that he was never expecting.
As soon as Akira had followed Yutaka’s own actions and sunk his fangs into his neck for what would be the third time in just two days, those scattered images he had been wondering about finally began connecting; finally began making sense. However, the more sensical they became, the more muddled the development of the connection wavered, leaving Yutaka wanting nothing but answers; something he was drifting further and further away from.
How in just a few hours’ time Akira went from almost killing him to devouring him whole on the floor of his prison chambers was beyond what Yutaka could understand. All he knew was, in that moment, when they both finally pulled away from the others neck and looked each other straight in the eyes, something happened. Those whispered names of ‘Kai’ and ‘Reita’ slipped passed their swollen lips too easily, and all control was lost. They needed to feel one another. Their lips had to meet, tongues had to tangle. Moans needed to be shared and heated touches needed to be exchanged. There was no way of going around it. It was almost as if they were reassuring each other of something, but just what that something was, Yutaka hadn’t a clue.
All he knows is that as soon at that heated connection was broken, two polar feelings automatically attacked his body; scared and outraged.
He wanted to be near Akira just so he could feel that insanely odd feeling of safety, but he also wished he could over power the blond and end him right then and there. The damage had been done; Yutaka was perplexed as ever.
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by what most would consider a peaceful offer: Silence. The murderous calls had come to a complete stop and all Yutaka could hear was the heavy pounding of his heart. He plastered his ear against the brick structure, hoping to be able to attain some knowledge of just what the hell was going on outside the four walls he was imprisoned in, but instead he was met with mundane silence, something that honestly scared him more than the deathly yells.
Seconds turned into long, drawn out minutes, and just as he thought maybe he was forgotten about, he felt the swish of the door being kicked open. His body shook at the sudden noise and the feel of renewed air and heated sun making its way into the room. The cottoned screams he’d given up on minutes ago started back up, his body beginning to flail the best it could in his trapped position.
The heavy steps of someone approaching him could be heard, his blind fold soon loosening around his eye’s set frame and falling to the ground, almond colored orbs wide as he stared up at the figure before him. He froze.
Bloodied hands cupped around his cheeks, fingers tracing a soft pattern on the flushed flesh. “Are you ok?”
Something inside of Yutaka wanted to lean into Akira’s touch, but on the outside he was absolutely riveting. He didn’t want the blond to touch him, yet he wanted to be near him so desperately. It was an ever ongoing battle between inner and outer, but by the time Akira removed the gag and Yutaka had recovered from the small coughing fit he had fallen into, he had decided just which side would become the vanquisher of this civil war.
“Get the fuck off me,” he growled, voice still rough from the gag, but statement firm and clear. Akira fell back slightly on his heels, hands dragging to Yutaka’s shoulders and expression contorting to confused.
It had already taken all his control to refrain from seeping his teeth into Yutaka and fucking him raw as soon as he saw the brunette helplessly chained up against the wall, and here the other was, snapping at him as if he was the vain of his existence. Akira’s anger coiled like a tight spring, it snapping as soon as Yutaka attempted to twist his legs and throw the blond off of him.
“Listen here, you little fuck,” Akira’s fingers clenched tightly in mocha hair, forcefully snapping Yutaka’s head up and coercing almond colored and shaped eyes to look pitifully into his own sea foam orbs, “Whether you like it or not, I’m here to help you. So-”
A maniacal laughter interrupted the blond, it getting louder by the minute. “Help me? You? You’re here to help me? You’ve tried to fucking kill me twice in less than twenty four hours, I hardly believe that counts as helping.”
Akira paused, loosening his hold in soft tendrils, because somehow, Yutaka’s truthful words stung. “I-”
“Akira, we have to get going. Ume’s still being held in the lower part of the building and I don’t want to risk anybody showing back up and making things more difficult for us. Grab him and let’s moving.” Ni~ya stuck his head in from the doorway’s arch, his eyes barely leaving the hallway as he continued to keep watch.
Akira nodded, his state of mind too muffled to even realize how easily he’d just taken orders from the kitsune, and without another word he was unlatching Yutaka’s shackles and throwing the light brunette over his shoulder, ignoring all the kicking, flailing, and bitching about ‘being able to walk on his own’ and ‘what makes you think I want to go with you’, as he carelessly followed Ni~ya down the hall and through the stair well, hoping they’d find Ume soon so they could just get the fuck out of here.
It took only minutes to reach the lowest level of the building, Yutaka’s undying squirming making the journey feel like hours. The more the brunette squirmed, the faster his blood pumped, and the more impatient Akira became. He felt like a junky; his fix within arm’s reach, yet still miles away. He could literally feel himself shaking with need.
The death that surrounded them didn’t affect any of the three men; Ni~ya remaining tranquil, Akira having long ago gotten used to such brutality, and Yutaka too busy trying to break from Akira’s hold to notice all the gore surrounding him.
About to round a corner, Akira had just finally found a way to almost block out everything and allow himself to fall into his solitary world when a hand on his chest prevented him from moving forward, Ni~ya turning to the blond and presenting him with a hushing gesture of finger on lips.
He arched a brow at the kitsune, only to have the wan creature point to Yutaka, telling Akira to shut him up, as Ni~ya himself took a step forward and rounded the corner, signaling for Akira to stay back.
It again not registering with him how easily he was taking orders, Akira threw Yutaka to his feet, bringing the brunette’s back against his chest, and muffling his mouth with his hand. Yutaka’s squirming continued, his ass unintentionally rubbing against Akira’s crotch in his desperate movements, sending the blond hissing; Akira never once realizing just how much the brunette’s presence was having on him.
Pressing Yutaka deeper into him, he tightened his hold, a hiss like whisper grazing the brunette’s ear, “I swear, if you don’t fucking stop moving right now, I’ll snap your fucking neck.” The threat sounded nowhere near empty; Yutaka stilled almost instantly.
Ni~ya continued to move flat against the wall, eyes scanning his surroundings and realizing that maybe he’d been wrong about what he thought he heard. Just as he called out to Akira that it was safe and saw the blond step out from behind the corner with Yutaka in a vice like grip, he felt his body get fumbled to the ground, a larger frame resting upon his own and giving him no time before a punch was delivered, his skin splitting across his cheek and nose beginning to leak crimson.
“My, my, Ni~ya. I don’t think you realize just how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into. Shun-san’s pissed like you wouldn’t believe.” He felt a hand wrap in his shirt before another fist was landing against his face, sending more blood spewing. “He’s put a bounty on your head; first person to bring you back to him dead or alive gets to be his new second in command, seeing as your little rebellion has left Hiro dead.”
Another punch was about to be delivered, but Ni~ya was quick and flipped the tall figure over, rolling them until he settled on top of the darker toned kitsune and was able to deliver his own hit. He didn’t even give the taller kitsune time to recover before he was slamming his elbow into his throat, sending him gasping for air. “Let them come after me Rin, just know that by the end of this; you, Sakito, and Shun-san will all be dead. You and Sakito followed through on that bastard’s orders, you brought Akira here, it’s your fault so many have died, your fault that Yomi…” He couldn’t even bring himself to speak of the younger, the memory of watching the light slowly fade from his body still too fresh.
“It’s because of you I lost my final connection to him, and that’s something that can never be forgiven.” Ni~ya raised his fist to deliver another blow, but Rin was older, faster, and stronger, and before his knuckles could meet skin once more, his body was flying across the room, Rin by his side in a flash and eyes glowing a dangerous yellow.
“You’ve always been all talk, Ni~ya!” Rin pressed the raven kitsune against the wall, his claws coming out and beginning to break through chest muscle, gripping at the younger’s still beating heart; twisting and turning it and causing Ni~ya to yell out in excruciating pain, “You’re weak, you’re pathetic, and you’re the reason Ruka’s dead! Not me, not Sakito; you!”
The hand that was gripping Rin’s wrist suddenly loosened, falling to Ni~ya’s side, his mind believing Rin’s words in his weakened state and body giving up, losing all sense of fight.
Seeing everything that had just taken place, Yutaka put a pause to all his movements, falling almost limp in Akira’s hold. He had no clue who Ni~ya was, hadn’t even been introduced, but seeing the raven haired kitsune get tossed and beaten and experiencing first hand his worth diminishing awoke something in him; fury taking over in less than a heartbeat. Somehow Yutaka was able to escape Akira’s hold, and without warning, he was sprinting towards the two brawling kitsunes, slamming the one named Rin to the ground.
He no longer felt like himself, it feeling like a completely unknown entity was taking over and controlling his movements. He was relentless, growls escaping him and face reddening in anger as he continued pulverizing the tall kitsune’s face, knuckles digging and grinding into flesh and bringing blood to the surface, not stopping even when he heard bones crunching and physically saw the splintered material break through the surface.
The creature below him had no chance to fight back, the surprise attack leaving him unsuspecting. Every time he attempted to raise a fist, Yutaka’s own was once again connecting with his meaty flesh, sending pools of blood and other unknown fluids racing down his body and flickering against the white office walls.
Rin’s breathing turned almost nonexistent, yet Yutaka refused to let up. He wasn’t himself, he had no control…He actually wanted to keep going, he wanted to see this man’s life end.
It was only when Rin’s body fell completely still did Yutaka feel hands wrap around his waist, dragging him off the kitsune. His breathing was heavy, nearing hysteric and sweat teemed down his face. When his almond orbs fell straight ahead and found the massacre he’d been the cause of, he felt that unknown force leave his body, the strength he felt withering away and his body shaking; falling into shock.
The arms around his waist were suddenly lifted, Yutaka falling back some inches as he gaze remained fixated on Rin’s gurgling body. “What the hell was that?”
Akira was in front of him, expression just as shocked. “I-I…Maybe he’s still alive?”
“Alive? His face looks like it’s been through a fucking mind grinder! Where the fuck did that even come from?!”
“I don’t know!” Yutaka’s response was shrill, voice cracking as his hands tugged at strands of his hair, distress causing him to rock himself back and forth. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. And what worried him most wasn’t that he’d probably just killed a man, but where the actual strength had come from.
…He’d never even been in a fist fight before, there was no fucking way he would be able to cause that much damage with his hands alone. “I don’t know…” he whispered this time, slowly dragging his hands away and placing them in front of him, watching as they shook and the blood that decorated them laid as a continuous stain.
Akira watched the brunette. He looked pitiful, so unbelievably pitiful, and although all he wanted was to drain him, he resisted, almost feeling bad for Yutaka. Everything the brunette had ever known was slowly changing, nothing he knew was the truth, and that was a scary experience to live through no matter who you were.
…Akira himself could relate to what Yutaka was feeling. It was over a century ago he went through the biggest changes of his life, but he can still reflect on those experiences as if it were yesterday.
A small whimper resonated through the air, causing both Yutaka and Akira to look up, finding Ni~ya transformed into his fox form; breathing ragged. The instant Yutaka saw the creature, he was shooting up off the ground, beginning to dart in his direction, only to be pulled back as Akira bestowed his wrist with a vice grip.
“Leave him. Kitsunes hearts are their weak spots, he’s not going to make it.” Akira wanted to object to his own statement. He wanted Ni~ya to live, simply because he wanted answers. The wan creature had promised, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was currently battling and gasping for air, Akira believed the man would have followed through on said promise.
Finding Akira have a hold on him so possessively infuriated Yutaka, and no sooner were pale fingers wrapped around him was he twisting his arm and fleeing from the tight grip. “Fuck you. I’m not going to leave him here to rot when he still has a chance.”
“He doesn’t-”
“You never know!” Yutaka shouted, hands shoveling Ni~ya up into the bend of his arms and holding the pure white two tailed protectively. “He’s done nothing but actually try to help, I’m not leaving him to die!”
A standoffish moment formed, both Akira’s and Yutaka’s glares meeting, refusing to break the contact. Akira seriously didn’t know why he just didn’t rid himself of the nuisance that was Yutaka right then and there. There was a tugging at him on the inside, restraining him off all movement.
Fists shaking at his sides, he plunged forward and pushed Yutaka by the shoulders, urging the brunette to begin walking.
“Go. If he slows us down, I’ll finish him off myself.”
No more words exchanged, Akira took the steps required to gain footing in front of Yutaka, stopping at every door curved into the hall and kicking it open until he found Ume’s unconscious body covered in a black sheet. Making sure every inch of her pearly white skin remained under wraps, he scooped her up in his arms and headed towards the exit, eyes gleaming back every so often to make sure Yutaka was still directly behind him.
Sure enough, the brunette matched his pace, one of his hands fidgeting and making sure Ni~ya’s mouth was open as wide as possible so the kitsune could inhale deep breaths, his other one petting through soft fur, trying to ease Ni~ya’s obvious pain.
And even as they stepped outside and Akira broke the window to a parked van and placed Ume’s body in the back, he couldn’t help but allow the thought of ‘stupid fucking vet’ to run through his mind, Yutaka seeming nothing but human now with his worried ways and comforting gestures.
Just what the fuck was he really dealing with?
Pressing on the gas pedal, he took off, hoping he had it in himself not to reach over and deplete Yutaka of his sanguine liquid before they arrived at their destination.
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Author’s Note: Kind of short, kind of blaaah. Hope you enjoyed~. Things should be picking up soon, I promise!
Author:
bite_to_all136Genre: AU, Supernatural, Action/Adventure, Romance, Some Humor
Warnings: mxm relationships, cursing, smut
Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairings: Akira/Yutaka, Yutaka/Akira (Reita/Kai, Kai/Reita), Takamasa/Kouyou (Miyavi/Uruha), mentions of Takanori/OC (Ruki/OC), Yuu/Ni~ya (Aoi/Ni~ya{Nightmare})
Summary: It was the first scent that caught his curiosity; the first taste which began the addiction that was key to opening the gates of the truth. Put on assignment by his lawful creator, Akira finds his life –his entire existence, beginning to unfold in scattered pieces, all thanks to a very unlikely suspect: Yutaka, the supposed easy going veterinarian student.
Notes: Originally requested by
sachiko_241, was going to be a oneshot, but I decided on a minichapter fic <3 This whole fic will be dedicated just to her :PDisclaimer: I do not own the characters, only the mediocre story line.
(Character List)
Previous Chapters: (Prologue)(Chapter 1)(Chapter 2)(Chapter 3)(Chapter 4)(Chapter 5)(Chapter 6)
Tempestuous skin layered in a sheen layer of lustrous sweat slapped together, the sultry moans and groans falling from each parched set of lips echoing off the walls of the enclosed room. His hips snapped forward aggressively from his sideway position on the small, twin sized futon, his chest and stomach plastered against his lover’s back as his hips continued to snap at velocious rates, allowing his engorged length to pleasure his partner to the highest extent.
“Kai…” the soft plead called out in a near choked voice, causing the long haired brunette to strengthen his thrusts as he reached forward and wrapped one of his toughened hands around Reita’s length and began pumping his lover as his lips fell into a alternating pattern of pepper and suction kisses along slick neck skin.
An even louder keen was soon falling in a rhythmic pattern close to the tip of Kai’s heated ear, Reita having thrown his head back; his drenched, black locks pressing against the brunette’s shoulder, mouth wide open and breathing heavy pants across a flushed cheek.
Long fingers, which were resting on a damp hip to keep the jagged movements steady, slowly slid up tanned skin, dipping into every crevice available and rubbing relaxing motif shapes; the gentle movement contrasting heavily against the hard, continuous pounding and rough neck treatment. That very hand eventually gripped a rounded chin and snapped the black hair’s head to the side, the sudden movement drawling a heavily gasped moan from quivering lips, allowing both sets of lidded eyes to meet at an odd angle, before Kai was melting their hungry pairs together; his tongue automatically invading and beginning to lap over an equally eager muscle.
Tongues continually crushing together, Kai dropped his hold on Reita’s chin, hand continuing its journey and finding pert nipples; one hand pinching and rubbing the sensitive area as the other continued to stroke his lover; his hips still driving into the other with nothing but passion, wanting him to achieve his heavenly release. One particular glide over stern chest had Reita biting down on Kai’s tongue, his eyes clenching shut and a husky moan exchanging between the pair of mouths as Kai tightened his grip and changed his angles with a vapid charge; his hips grinding and plowing, throbbing length having found that spot of ecstasy that sent Reita stiff and rigid with slather of pleasure.
Two more strokes, followed by a screech that would resonate through the room for centuries to come, and Reita was releasing his lively substance into Kai’s hand, the warm liquid seeping through the cracks of the brunette’s fingers and his mouth pulling away from Reita’s as he muffled is own plead into the other’s sweaty neck, his own release being torn from him in unleveled spurts; come seeping out of Reita’s entrance and trailing down his tanned legs.
Breathless, Kai pulled out of his lover, his tired body rolling to the side and falling off the tainted futon, it soon meeting cool wooden flooring. Arms and legs spread and hair that fell down to the small of his back splaying out all over his drenched skin, he titled his head to the side, finding Reita curled up on the futon and facing him, his breaths just as ragged.
“Please, don’t ever worry me like that again…” Kai pleaded, heated body finally beginning to cool down from the floor’s lament texture.
“I was only gone five minutes, Kai. Just needed to get some supplies-”
“We’re in the middle of a war, Rei. One minute, one second late; it doesn’t matter. I worry from the time you leave till the very second you walk back through that door. Don’t make me worry more than I need to.”
Sliding onto the floor next to his lover, Reita wrapped one arm around the brunette, the other reaching up and allowing his fingers to run through long, soft locks. “Kai, I managed to take care of myself for over twenty years without you, I don’t think walking to the downtown market is going to be the death of me.” He pecked the side of Kai’s mouth, his head falling to rest on a lightly panting chest.
Bringing the black haired closer to him, Kai rested his chin in the tar hued mop, placing a light kiss to the middle and hearing his lover hum in approval. “I know, Rei. You’re strong, but that still doesn’t keep me from worrying about you. I…I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“Isn’t it I who should be worrying about you?” Reita asked, rubbing his hand over the inside of Kai’s naked thigh and feeling the deep scar that ran up to the rounded flesh beneath. “Besides, if this is the treatment I’m going to get for causing you to worry, I don’t think I want to stop any time soon.” He smiled, earning a disapproving glance from Kai, followed by a smirk, then a swift kiss.
“Just don’t do it again,” Kai mumbled, reaching over and yanking the thin blanket off the futon, covering the both of them.
“Of course not, Kai.” Reita’s hand repositioned itself on his chest, dark eyes looking up through heavy lids and finding Kai’s own. “And don’t worry, no matter what happens, we’ll never be apart.”
Yutaka’s eyes shot open, only to be met with uncanny darkness. He could hear frantic commotion; people pleading for their lives, feet stomping down harshly on the ground in an attempt to get away, their screams escalating seconds later, only to be pursued by eerie silence before the next causality started the vicious pattern all over again. His heart was pounding against his chest at a vicious speed, sweat glistening across every inch of surface; his clothes sticking to him like a second skin.
He was frightened. He was confused…
He was completely disgusted with himself for allowing that dream he had been thrown into to have such an effect on him; the center of his jeans now drenched in a mixture of sweat and come.
The malicious replay went on and on, the screams only further discouraging Yutaka’s belief for survival. He couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. The blindfold was still deeply seated across his eyes; the thick fabric masking him in the darkest of darks. The cuffs, which were imprisoning his hands above his head, were digging into thin skin, coloring his wrists different hues of purple and blue, the gag muting his already silent heaving breaths.
It was all too much. Slowly, he could feel his head becoming lighter, black dots being the only images that were able to break through the thick cotton fastened across his face. Panic setting in at levels deemed unbearable, he did the only thing he could. He screamed.
His own suppressed pleads mixed with those on the other side of his prison’s door; their wails heard and his falling on nonexistent ears.
Useless, he knew it was, but it was the only thing he could do to alleviate some of the building pressure he felt. He needed to let something out, what that something was, he wasn’t quite sure, but even as his own muffled screams vibrated against the walls of his cheeks and the gag pressed against his tongue and nearly choked him, Yutaka couldn’t help but feel somewhat better; actually able to calm just a fraction and allow himself to think.
Everything about his current situation felt familiar in the worst of ways. The yells, the entrapment, the feeling of being absolutely useless. Yutaka didn’t like it in the least bit. Slowly, it felt as if his world was being ripped from underneath him; inch by tedious fucking inch.
Guilt weighed heavy in his heart. Why didn’t he just listen to Yuu? If he would have done as his raven haired friend had instructed; if he would have just stayed away from Akira and allowed Yuu to take care of it just as he said he would, none of this would have ever happened. He wouldn’t be sitting here wondering when it would be his turn to be screaming those agonizing screams brought on upon by something still unbeknownst to him. He wouldn’t be sitting here wondering who the hell Kai and Reita were. And most importantly, he wouldn’t be sitting here, questioning his own humanity.
Maybe Akira was right. Maybe he was different.
He could slowly feel his humanity slipping away from him, it being replaced by something dark and unknowing…
He had done just as the unnamed kitsune had asked of him. He gnawed his teeth through the blond’s white neck, he allowed that gory blood to seep down his throat and settle into his stomach; he’d done just as he was asked of, believing he would be disgusted with the inhumane act, but instead…Instead he provoked a reaction from both himself and Akira that he was never expecting.
As soon as Akira had followed Yutaka’s own actions and sunk his fangs into his neck for what would be the third time in just two days, those scattered images he had been wondering about finally began connecting; finally began making sense. However, the more sensical they became, the more muddled the development of the connection wavered, leaving Yutaka wanting nothing but answers; something he was drifting further and further away from.
How in just a few hours’ time Akira went from almost killing him to devouring him whole on the floor of his prison chambers was beyond what Yutaka could understand. All he knew was, in that moment, when they both finally pulled away from the others neck and looked each other straight in the eyes, something happened. Those whispered names of ‘Kai’ and ‘Reita’ slipped passed their swollen lips too easily, and all control was lost. They needed to feel one another. Their lips had to meet, tongues had to tangle. Moans needed to be shared and heated touches needed to be exchanged. There was no way of going around it. It was almost as if they were reassuring each other of something, but just what that something was, Yutaka hadn’t a clue.
All he knows is that as soon at that heated connection was broken, two polar feelings automatically attacked his body; scared and outraged.
He wanted to be near Akira just so he could feel that insanely odd feeling of safety, but he also wished he could over power the blond and end him right then and there. The damage had been done; Yutaka was perplexed as ever.
His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by what most would consider a peaceful offer: Silence. The murderous calls had come to a complete stop and all Yutaka could hear was the heavy pounding of his heart. He plastered his ear against the brick structure, hoping to be able to attain some knowledge of just what the hell was going on outside the four walls he was imprisoned in, but instead he was met with mundane silence, something that honestly scared him more than the deathly yells.
Seconds turned into long, drawn out minutes, and just as he thought maybe he was forgotten about, he felt the swish of the door being kicked open. His body shook at the sudden noise and the feel of renewed air and heated sun making its way into the room. The cottoned screams he’d given up on minutes ago started back up, his body beginning to flail the best it could in his trapped position.
The heavy steps of someone approaching him could be heard, his blind fold soon loosening around his eye’s set frame and falling to the ground, almond colored orbs wide as he stared up at the figure before him. He froze.
Bloodied hands cupped around his cheeks, fingers tracing a soft pattern on the flushed flesh. “Are you ok?”
Something inside of Yutaka wanted to lean into Akira’s touch, but on the outside he was absolutely riveting. He didn’t want the blond to touch him, yet he wanted to be near him so desperately. It was an ever ongoing battle between inner and outer, but by the time Akira removed the gag and Yutaka had recovered from the small coughing fit he had fallen into, he had decided just which side would become the vanquisher of this civil war.
“Get the fuck off me,” he growled, voice still rough from the gag, but statement firm and clear. Akira fell back slightly on his heels, hands dragging to Yutaka’s shoulders and expression contorting to confused.
It had already taken all his control to refrain from seeping his teeth into Yutaka and fucking him raw as soon as he saw the brunette helplessly chained up against the wall, and here the other was, snapping at him as if he was the vain of his existence. Akira’s anger coiled like a tight spring, it snapping as soon as Yutaka attempted to twist his legs and throw the blond off of him.
“Listen here, you little fuck,” Akira’s fingers clenched tightly in mocha hair, forcefully snapping Yutaka’s head up and coercing almond colored and shaped eyes to look pitifully into his own sea foam orbs, “Whether you like it or not, I’m here to help you. So-”
A maniacal laughter interrupted the blond, it getting louder by the minute. “Help me? You? You’re here to help me? You’ve tried to fucking kill me twice in less than twenty four hours, I hardly believe that counts as helping.”
Akira paused, loosening his hold in soft tendrils, because somehow, Yutaka’s truthful words stung. “I-”
“Akira, we have to get going. Ume’s still being held in the lower part of the building and I don’t want to risk anybody showing back up and making things more difficult for us. Grab him and let’s moving.” Ni~ya stuck his head in from the doorway’s arch, his eyes barely leaving the hallway as he continued to keep watch.
Akira nodded, his state of mind too muffled to even realize how easily he’d just taken orders from the kitsune, and without another word he was unlatching Yutaka’s shackles and throwing the light brunette over his shoulder, ignoring all the kicking, flailing, and bitching about ‘being able to walk on his own’ and ‘what makes you think I want to go with you’, as he carelessly followed Ni~ya down the hall and through the stair well, hoping they’d find Ume soon so they could just get the fuck out of here.
It took only minutes to reach the lowest level of the building, Yutaka’s undying squirming making the journey feel like hours. The more the brunette squirmed, the faster his blood pumped, and the more impatient Akira became. He felt like a junky; his fix within arm’s reach, yet still miles away. He could literally feel himself shaking with need.
The death that surrounded them didn’t affect any of the three men; Ni~ya remaining tranquil, Akira having long ago gotten used to such brutality, and Yutaka too busy trying to break from Akira’s hold to notice all the gore surrounding him.
About to round a corner, Akira had just finally found a way to almost block out everything and allow himself to fall into his solitary world when a hand on his chest prevented him from moving forward, Ni~ya turning to the blond and presenting him with a hushing gesture of finger on lips.
He arched a brow at the kitsune, only to have the wan creature point to Yutaka, telling Akira to shut him up, as Ni~ya himself took a step forward and rounded the corner, signaling for Akira to stay back.
It again not registering with him how easily he was taking orders, Akira threw Yutaka to his feet, bringing the brunette’s back against his chest, and muffling his mouth with his hand. Yutaka’s squirming continued, his ass unintentionally rubbing against Akira’s crotch in his desperate movements, sending the blond hissing; Akira never once realizing just how much the brunette’s presence was having on him.
Pressing Yutaka deeper into him, he tightened his hold, a hiss like whisper grazing the brunette’s ear, “I swear, if you don’t fucking stop moving right now, I’ll snap your fucking neck.” The threat sounded nowhere near empty; Yutaka stilled almost instantly.
Ni~ya continued to move flat against the wall, eyes scanning his surroundings and realizing that maybe he’d been wrong about what he thought he heard. Just as he called out to Akira that it was safe and saw the blond step out from behind the corner with Yutaka in a vice like grip, he felt his body get fumbled to the ground, a larger frame resting upon his own and giving him no time before a punch was delivered, his skin splitting across his cheek and nose beginning to leak crimson.
“My, my, Ni~ya. I don’t think you realize just how much trouble you’ve gotten yourself into. Shun-san’s pissed like you wouldn’t believe.” He felt a hand wrap in his shirt before another fist was landing against his face, sending more blood spewing. “He’s put a bounty on your head; first person to bring you back to him dead or alive gets to be his new second in command, seeing as your little rebellion has left Hiro dead.”
Another punch was about to be delivered, but Ni~ya was quick and flipped the tall figure over, rolling them until he settled on top of the darker toned kitsune and was able to deliver his own hit. He didn’t even give the taller kitsune time to recover before he was slamming his elbow into his throat, sending him gasping for air. “Let them come after me Rin, just know that by the end of this; you, Sakito, and Shun-san will all be dead. You and Sakito followed through on that bastard’s orders, you brought Akira here, it’s your fault so many have died, your fault that Yomi…” He couldn’t even bring himself to speak of the younger, the memory of watching the light slowly fade from his body still too fresh.
“It’s because of you I lost my final connection to him, and that’s something that can never be forgiven.” Ni~ya raised his fist to deliver another blow, but Rin was older, faster, and stronger, and before his knuckles could meet skin once more, his body was flying across the room, Rin by his side in a flash and eyes glowing a dangerous yellow.
“You’ve always been all talk, Ni~ya!” Rin pressed the raven kitsune against the wall, his claws coming out and beginning to break through chest muscle, gripping at the younger’s still beating heart; twisting and turning it and causing Ni~ya to yell out in excruciating pain, “You’re weak, you’re pathetic, and you’re the reason Ruka’s dead! Not me, not Sakito; you!”
The hand that was gripping Rin’s wrist suddenly loosened, falling to Ni~ya’s side, his mind believing Rin’s words in his weakened state and body giving up, losing all sense of fight.
Seeing everything that had just taken place, Yutaka put a pause to all his movements, falling almost limp in Akira’s hold. He had no clue who Ni~ya was, hadn’t even been introduced, but seeing the raven haired kitsune get tossed and beaten and experiencing first hand his worth diminishing awoke something in him; fury taking over in less than a heartbeat. Somehow Yutaka was able to escape Akira’s hold, and without warning, he was sprinting towards the two brawling kitsunes, slamming the one named Rin to the ground.
He no longer felt like himself, it feeling like a completely unknown entity was taking over and controlling his movements. He was relentless, growls escaping him and face reddening in anger as he continued pulverizing the tall kitsune’s face, knuckles digging and grinding into flesh and bringing blood to the surface, not stopping even when he heard bones crunching and physically saw the splintered material break through the surface.
The creature below him had no chance to fight back, the surprise attack leaving him unsuspecting. Every time he attempted to raise a fist, Yutaka’s own was once again connecting with his meaty flesh, sending pools of blood and other unknown fluids racing down his body and flickering against the white office walls.
Rin’s breathing turned almost nonexistent, yet Yutaka refused to let up. He wasn’t himself, he had no control…He actually wanted to keep going, he wanted to see this man’s life end.
It was only when Rin’s body fell completely still did Yutaka feel hands wrap around his waist, dragging him off the kitsune. His breathing was heavy, nearing hysteric and sweat teemed down his face. When his almond orbs fell straight ahead and found the massacre he’d been the cause of, he felt that unknown force leave his body, the strength he felt withering away and his body shaking; falling into shock.
The arms around his waist were suddenly lifted, Yutaka falling back some inches as he gaze remained fixated on Rin’s gurgling body. “What the hell was that?”
Akira was in front of him, expression just as shocked. “I-I…Maybe he’s still alive?”
“Alive? His face looks like it’s been through a fucking mind grinder! Where the fuck did that even come from?!”
“I don’t know!” Yutaka’s response was shrill, voice cracking as his hands tugged at strands of his hair, distress causing him to rock himself back and forth. He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand. And what worried him most wasn’t that he’d probably just killed a man, but where the actual strength had come from.
…He’d never even been in a fist fight before, there was no fucking way he would be able to cause that much damage with his hands alone. “I don’t know…” he whispered this time, slowly dragging his hands away and placing them in front of him, watching as they shook and the blood that decorated them laid as a continuous stain.
Akira watched the brunette. He looked pitiful, so unbelievably pitiful, and although all he wanted was to drain him, he resisted, almost feeling bad for Yutaka. Everything the brunette had ever known was slowly changing, nothing he knew was the truth, and that was a scary experience to live through no matter who you were.
…Akira himself could relate to what Yutaka was feeling. It was over a century ago he went through the biggest changes of his life, but he can still reflect on those experiences as if it were yesterday.
A small whimper resonated through the air, causing both Yutaka and Akira to look up, finding Ni~ya transformed into his fox form; breathing ragged. The instant Yutaka saw the creature, he was shooting up off the ground, beginning to dart in his direction, only to be pulled back as Akira bestowed his wrist with a vice grip.
“Leave him. Kitsunes hearts are their weak spots, he’s not going to make it.” Akira wanted to object to his own statement. He wanted Ni~ya to live, simply because he wanted answers. The wan creature had promised, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was currently battling and gasping for air, Akira believed the man would have followed through on said promise.
Finding Akira have a hold on him so possessively infuriated Yutaka, and no sooner were pale fingers wrapped around him was he twisting his arm and fleeing from the tight grip. “Fuck you. I’m not going to leave him here to rot when he still has a chance.”
“He doesn’t-”
“You never know!” Yutaka shouted, hands shoveling Ni~ya up into the bend of his arms and holding the pure white two tailed protectively. “He’s done nothing but actually try to help, I’m not leaving him to die!”
A standoffish moment formed, both Akira’s and Yutaka’s glares meeting, refusing to break the contact. Akira seriously didn’t know why he just didn’t rid himself of the nuisance that was Yutaka right then and there. There was a tugging at him on the inside, restraining him off all movement.
Fists shaking at his sides, he plunged forward and pushed Yutaka by the shoulders, urging the brunette to begin walking.
“Go. If he slows us down, I’ll finish him off myself.”
No more words exchanged, Akira took the steps required to gain footing in front of Yutaka, stopping at every door curved into the hall and kicking it open until he found Ume’s unconscious body covered in a black sheet. Making sure every inch of her pearly white skin remained under wraps, he scooped her up in his arms and headed towards the exit, eyes gleaming back every so often to make sure Yutaka was still directly behind him.
Sure enough, the brunette matched his pace, one of his hands fidgeting and making sure Ni~ya’s mouth was open as wide as possible so the kitsune could inhale deep breaths, his other one petting through soft fur, trying to ease Ni~ya’s obvious pain.
And even as they stepped outside and Akira broke the window to a parked van and placed Ume’s body in the back, he couldn’t help but allow the thought of ‘stupid fucking vet’ to run through his mind, Yutaka seeming nothing but human now with his worried ways and comforting gestures.
Just what the fuck was he really dealing with?
Pressing on the gas pedal, he took off, hoping he had it in himself not to reach over and deplete Yutaka of his sanguine liquid before they arrived at their destination.
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Author’s Note: Kind of short, kind of blaaah. Hope you enjoyed~. Things should be picking up soon, I promise!
