Black Cat Fan Fiction ❯ Oblivion's Garden ❯ Oblivion's Garden ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Oblivion's Garden
By: Asura Mori

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat or any of its characters, nor do I own the lyrics at the end of the story (those belong to H.I.M.), so leave me alone!

Train groaned, feeling slightly dizzy with the action. He tried to open his eyes, with little success. Darkness clouded his vision and he knew that it was by no natural force that kept him blind. He then tried to move his arms and heard something clink on the floor, then slide against his leg. He frowned and moved his arm again, listening to the sound and trying to depict what it sounded like. He moved his hand, feeling something hard and cold beneath his fingers. He frowned again, guessing as to what bound his arms and legs. Someone had chained him up. The chains snaked across his chest, arms, and legs, leaving very little room to move around. He was in a sitting position, with his legs angled out to the sides underneath him, and his arms chained in front of his chest. After figuring out that he been chained up, the answer to his blindness soon followed after. He'd been blindfolded.

The sound of a door opening made him turn his head to the left, where he had gauged the noise to come from. "How very perceptive of you." he heard a cool voice congratulate, drawing a shudder from the chained sweeper. Train would have recognized that voice anywhere, even if he couldn't see the man. The image of a light-skinned man in his early twenties, with short, spiky dark hair, wearing a lab coat over black jeans came to his mind unbidden, reminding him of how the man had looked the last time they'd met.

"Doctor." Train growled, trying to stand, but failing miserably. He glared at the spot where he deemed the man to be, letting his hate emit from his body. No words could describe the apathy he felt for the bastard who was supposed to be dead, the man who had tried to take Eve away. He had thought that the floating fortress, Eden, would have taken the man with it when it fell, but apparently he'd been mistaken. "I don't make a habit of taking to dead guys. So, why don't you undo these chains and let me escort you back to Hell?" Train snarled, remembering everything the Doctor had done to Eve and Sven. He would never forgive him for that.

He heard the door close and strained his ears to hear the Doctor's breathing, but couldn't find any indication that the bastard was still in the room. He turned sightless eyes to stare at his far right, hearing something clack on the stone floor. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead and his mouth was dry. The air was stale in here, making it hard for him to breathe, let alone concentrate. He turned his head this way and that way, trying to find the Doctor. He could feel a hint of hysteria on the borderline of his thoughts, threatening to emit from his chest. Where was the Doctor?

That's when he felt cool hands wrap around the sides of his throat, caressing the soft flesh there. Train froze, a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. He could feel the Doctor's hot breath on the back of his neck, scorching the tender flesh. "I'd rather not." he heard the Doctor purr, answering the captive man's earlier outburst, "It's just too entertaining to see you like this." Train gasped, feeling the Doctor blow into his ear, then softly bite the lobe. He pulled away, disgusted, and felt a small dribble of liquid slide down the side of his neck. The bastard had made him bleed! He screamed silently, vowing to kick this guy's ass as soon as he was free of the chains!

He tried to draw away from the Doctor, feeling the man's hands traveling down to his stomach. Train felt like vomiting and couldn't help but wonder what this bastard had in store for him. He felt the hands stop, casually resting just above Train's pants. "This isn't funny." Train hissed through clenched teeth as the Doctor licked his neck slowly and seductively. "Oh, but it is. And it's about to get even funnier." the Doctor laughed, pressing one hand into the soft flesh of Train's stomach, while the other went underneath Train's shirt and caressed the hot skin there. "You're sick." Train whispered, hating this. "I know, and that's why I'm going to let you have the honor of testing out my new product. I call it Oblivion." the Doctor chuckled, kissing the back of Train's neck before suckling on the feverish skin.

Train flinched and tried to draw away, but the Doctor pressed his hand against the man's stomach, forcing him back into the seducing ministrations. "Ah, s-stop it..." Train moaned, arching his neck into the Doctor's mouth, hating the man more and more with each passing second. "Stop?" the Doctor asked innocently, freeing Train's neck, "I don't think you're in a position to be telling me to stop, Heartnet." Train drew away from the man, gasping quietly. This was heading in a bad way and from what Train was gathering, this would end with his getting raped. He stilled his breathing, trying to calm down and think rationally about all of this. There was always a way out of every situation, he just needed to find it.

"Are you thinking of a plan out of this, Train?" he heard the Doctor laugh, his other hand finding its way under his shirt, "Better hurry, you're running out of time." Train gasped, feeling something prick his arm. "What the hell did you just do?!" he yelled at the Doctor, wishing he could glare at the man. "I just injected you with Oblivion, a drug that I've been working on. Do you feel woozy, or anything at all?" "No..." Train tried to think, but every thought seemed to be out of his reach. In fact... all he could think about was a weird sensation in his gut. "What the hell...?" Train moaned, his skin on fire, "What did you do to me?" He felt the Doctor tug the blindfold off of his face, then he saw the Doctor. The man's eyes were bright as he whispered, "This drug awakens a person's darkest fantasies, going into the very depths of their subconscious and awakening the beast inside. You're starting to feel rather hot and bothered aren't you? You feel like you need a release."

Train looked away from him, his golden eyes misted over. The heat was spreading throughout his whole body and he arched suddenly, his body colliding with that of the Doctor's. Train moaned upon impact, feeling the heat concentrate slowly on his cock. The Doctor smiled and pulled the trembling man to him, his hand sliding into the tight jeans. Train jerked, feeling the Doctor teasing the tip of his semi-erect member. "A-ah...!!!" Train closed his eyes, a feeling of ecstasy enveloping him as the Doctor continued to work him, drawing upon his darkest desires. He could feel the Doctor's other hand slide up his shirt, pulling the bothersome garment off of his body. "That's right, Train. Just give into your needs. It will all be over soon." Train bucked into the Doctor as the man engulfed his entire cock with his hand, pumping him with a quickness that Train's body could barely match.

The Doctor leaned into the sweeper and bit his neck softly, hearing low whimpers of need emit from the bound man. He smiled and continued his assault, dragging his tongue down the center of Train's chest, until he reached the hardened buds. "Naughty, naughty. You're hard up here too." the Doctor commented, taking one of the hardened nipples between two fingers. Train gasped and threw his head back, his body leaning into the Doctor's touch. He couldn't stop himself from reacting. His body no longer listened to him and neither did his mind. The Doctor smiled, then took the bud into his mouth, drawing illicit moans from the brunette. The Doctor watched Train, his eyes glowing with excitement. Oblivion was a success, so far.

Train gasped, feeling himself cum into the Doctor's hand. He moaned loudly, feeling himself harden once again. "Oh god... make it s-stop..." he moaned, pressing into the Doctor's hand once again. The Doctor looked down at Train's pants, then back at Train. He smiled and brought his mouth up to Train's ear. "As you wish." he whispered, making Train shiver. He slid Train's pants from his waist, his eyes plastered to the organ in between Tran's legs. He glared at the chains, realizing that they would limit what he could do to the weakened man. He produced the key from his pocket and undid the chains, watching as they fell from Train's glistening body. The man was beautiful in his half-delusional state. He watched Train, the man's golden eyes filled with need, as the sweeper moaned and started touching himself. The Doctor watched in fascination as Train licked his own fingers, then entered them into his opening, moaning pitifully. He watched as Train grabbed his own cock, pumping himself as he fucked himself. Train's movements were hypnotizing, his thrusts hard and well paced, his eyes glittering with suppressed tears. "I-I can't..." Train sobbed, trying to fuck himself faster with his fingers, "I-I can't..."

The Doctor was behind him in moments, withdrawing Train's fingers from the virgin opening. "Then let me help." he hissed, making Train suck his fingers. Train took the fingers into his mouth, wetting them while sobbing. He couldn't make it stop; he couldn't make it go away... The Doctor withdrew his fingers, and then quickly thrust one into Train's opening. Train cried out, then grabbed his own cock, pumping it with the Doctor's movements. The Doctor inserted another finger, watching as Train sped up to match his pace. He entered a third and then a fourth, before taking all of the digits out and whipping out his own cock, placing his shaft into Train's orifice. Train moaned, his fingers slick with his own precum, and continued his ministrations. Train could feel himself reaching the edge already, his body wanting to release, but made himself cope, made himself match the Doctor's pace. They continued like that, as one for that brief moment of perfection, before they both came with loud moans. The Doctor's eyes glazed over with lust as he stared at the vessel before him. How perfect the boy's body. How perfect.

He heard Train moan again, this time from pain and not lust, but he wasn't finished. Train lay on his stomach, with the Doctor still inside him. The Doctor grinned and pulled out, then forced Train to face him. Train now lay on his back, staring up at the lust-ridden Doctor, who was sitting before him. "Oh, god... no..." Train moaned, trying to draw away from the man. But the Doctor stopped him, forcing the man's legs apart. Train leaned his head back, Oblivion still coursing through his veins. He felt the Doctor's hand run over his exposed cock, and felt himself harden again. Oblivion wasn't quite done with him.

The Doctor continued to run his hand over Train's cock, making the brunette gasp and writhe beneath him. He pinned Train's legs with his arms and stared at the throbbing organ, precum glistening on the very tip of the head. Excitement coursed through his body as he stared at the perfection before him. No wonder Creed had wanted Heartnet so badly, the Doctor thought with a grin. Train was just too beautiful not to have. He slipped one of his hands in between Train's legs, loving the way Train moved against him. Yes, he would have this beauty for himself, conquered by Oblivion. Train Heartnet would never stop wanting him. "Prepare yourself, Train, for this is the last day you will ever be a free man." Train stared at him, his golden eyes wide and filled with lust. He tried to comprehend what the Doctor had said, but his thoughts went straight back to sex when the Doctor leaned down and licked his shaft. The younger man's eyes widened even more, the golden eyes gleaming with an inner light. "Oh, shit..." Train leaned his head back, his hands entangling in the older man's hair, "Doctor!"

He engulfed the brunette completely, unable to ignore Train's voice. Train lifted his hips off of the ground, driving himself into the Doctor, feeling only the heat from the man's mouth. "Shit!" Train moaned, pulling on the older man's hair, trying to get him to take him even deeper. The Doctor obliged, taking Train fully into his mouth, feeling the younger man thrusting heatedly into his mouth. Train kept the pace, panting and calling out the Doctor's name, wanting only for this ecstasy to continue. The Doctor could feel the heat building up in Train's cock and knew the sweeper would cum soon. He smiled, digging his nails into the sides of Train's legs, making the younger man thrust even harder into him. "Oh god, oh god!" Train cried, tears streaming down in his face. He came then, screaming the Doctor's name and filling the older man's mouth. Train gasped for breath, his body begging for more. He looked at the Doctor through half-lidded eyes, his lust all but gone.

Train stared at the older man before him, wondering what the Doctor could have planned for him next. He watched as the Doctor stripped completely, his body glistening in the fluorescent light. Train bit back a small moan, seeing the other man's naked body. The other man smiled, drawing Train into him and kissing him softly on the mouth. "When this is over, you will never leave me again." the Doctor promised, making Train sit on his legs. Train closed his eyes and wrapped his legs around the man's back, feeling the Doctor's fingers again prodding at his opening. The Doctor kissed him again, making the former assassin open his golden eyes. He thrust into Train quickly, making Train gasp before he covered the younger man's mouth with his own. He grabbed Train's firm ass, using the boy as leverage to get a better angle. He thrust in again, making Train moan in delight. The Doctor looked at the man before him, seeing an angel of unsurpassed beauty before him. Train Heartnet was the proof that Heaven and Hell existed, he thought with a wry grin, and for this I will be going to Hell, for I am defiled an angel of God.

Train panted, digging his nails into the Doctor's back, leaving his mark upon the man. His breaths came out labored as he kissed the Doctor feverishly. How badly it hurt! He started to cry, feeling the mix of pleasure and pain and loving every minute of it. The Doctor licked away his tears, thrusting even harder and faster into the younger man. Train matched his pace with just as much enthusiasm, feeling his cock hardening under the skilled guidance of this man. One hand left Train's ass, wrapping around the erect organ. Train gasped, sweat glistening on his beautiful body. The Doctor pumped and fucked him with earnest, loving the feel of the virgin opening. He kissed Train's head, his nose, and his mouth, anything that he could reach with his mouth. Train bared his throat to the man, feeling the Doctor's soft kisses. The older man bit into his neck, claiming Train as his. Train gasped, his hands tightening on the Doctor's shoulders, as he felt the blood run down his naked chest, the Doctor's eager tongue lapping the blood up. The heat was back in his abdomen, threatening to overcome him once and for all. He screamed, feeling himself cum onto the Doctor's chest, and let his head fall back, suddenly worn out. The Doctor continued to fuck him, going even faster and harder into the brunette, loving the harsh moans that Train emitted. He too came, filling Train with his seed.

He drew out of Train and held the younger man, knowing the man to be barely conscious. He looked at the beautiful thing before him, smiling at the dazed look in those wonderfully golden eyes. "You are beautiful, Heartnet. And I am never letting you go. You are mine." Train didn't reply, only closed his eyes as weariness finally settled in. Oblivion had finally let him go into the world where dreams reigned. The Doctor stared at Train, a small smile on his face. No, he would never let Train leave him. And he had plenty of Oblivion left to work with. He laughed silently, picking up the younger man and carrying him out of the cell. Yes, Train Heartnet was a slave to the Devil in human form, and his once white wings were stained with the darkness of his seed.

~Fin~