Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence Lost ❯ three. ( Chapter 3 )

In a dusty office in the back of an abandoned warehouse, two boys sat plotting. Between them lay a rack of test tubes, each of the five tubes filled with something viscous and slimy. One of the boys, the older one with black hair and a bad complexion, slid on a pair of gloves and picked up the first tube in the rack. The other, a couple of years younger, with spiked red hair, took a sharp breath inward as his companion pried the stopper off the tube. He spoke softly, not wanting to startle him.

"Shin, be careful. If that has any contact with your skin, you'll be as helpless as the brat." Shin, the older of the two, glared at the redhead.

"Ran, I know that. That's why I'm wearing gloves. Why are you here in the first place?" Ran shrugged, a slight gesture, and grinned.

"Because you are. That's all." The redhead batted his eyes at the gang's leader seductively. "It's the only reason for me to do anything." Shin scoffed and turned away to rifle through the desk for a hypodermic needle. The Boss said intravenous was the best way to administer the test drug. Finding one, he filled it to 5ccs, capped it, replaced the tube on the rack and stuck the needle in his pocket. Ran stared up at him in adoration, finding everything about his leader sexy.

"Can I give it to him?" The black haired teen snarled at his second. As if he'd give up the chance to taint the boy…there was no way.

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The video continued. By this point the dark man behind the desk had his pants around his ankles, thrusting deep into the throat of the redhead sitting under the desk. He groaned as he spurted for the fourth time since starting the tape. Lise gagged as his still hard cock hit the back of her esophagus again, and sat back, his erection pointing at her face. She was tired and her jaw hurt from staying open so long. He glanced down, trying to figure out why she stopped. He slid his chair out a bit, looking at her.

"Lise, why did you cease? I didn't tell you to." She stared up at him, disbelieving.

"Sir, with all due respect, I need a break. I've been at this for nearly forty minutes." She hoped she was explaining politely enough. To be disrespectful meant injury. His eyes narrowed and she knew it hadn't been enough. Her eyelids fluttered closed as his fist connected with her cheek. The force of the blow sent her colliding into the side of the leg space, her head hitting the oak with enough force to knock her out. At least, it would have if she had been a normal woman, but she'd been trained to be a bodyguard. If there was one thing she knew, it was how to take a hit. She crawled out from the desk, and stood, facing her boss. His normally cold face was flushed with rage bubbling below the surface, waiting to boil over and burn them both. He smoothed out his hair, and stepped towards the wobbling woman. Her eyes widened as he walked forward, like a predator advancing on it's prey. Then it hit her: that's exactly what it was. She was his prey. And it was unlikely she'd survive the experience. It was easier to resign herself to her fate. Her entire body shook when he stopped in front of her, arm raised to hit her again. He did, and this time his fist connected with her stomach, flooring her. One Italian leather clad foot slammed into her ribcage repeatedly, fracturing three of them within the first four hits. He never stopped, not even when she started coughing up blood. He soon knelt next to her, fists still raining down on her side and anywhere else he could reach.

By the time she was finally unconscious, she was little more than bruises and bleeding tissue. Her once pristine suit was covered in her own drying blood, heavy and dark red. The raven haired man stood finally, kicked her once more in her now broken ribs, wiped off his hands and walked over to his desk. He pushed the button to hide the television and unlocked his doors before calling in one of his other employees to take care of the mess. The button on the intercom depressed and he spoke.

"Mata, there's a mess in my office. Come in here and clean it up." Without hearing for a response, he sat back down and waited for his fourth to enter.

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Tamasine lay still on the couch in the break room in the back of the grocery store. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow, he seemed to be asleep. Mamoru looked down at the child and petted his hair. He was sitting in one corner, the boy curled on his side, head in his own lap. When he took the job of stock boy, he never thought he'd fall for a kid, let alone two. To make matters worse, they were his boss's sons, the Toyogawa family's pride and joy. Tamasine, never Tama, was brilliant. An angelic face to dull the blow of an intellect sharper than his own razor. Tomo was adventurous. Never lacking in friends, always smudged with dirt, he was the all around good boy. But if Tamasine's behavior was any indicator, he wasn't so good anymore. Absently, he wondered about the missing boy. Would they find him alive? Would he want to come home? The teen knew that things between the boys would be much different if Tomo was alive. The boy on his lap stirred, burying his face in Mamoru's stomach. An odd noise emanated from that area, and the stock boy looked down. Tamasine's mouth had opened when he turned and he was now sucking on Mamoru's shirt. A pale brown eye opened and looked up into the dark eyes staring down at him. He smiled.

"Was I asleep long?" He stretched and yawned, sliding more fully onto Mamoru's lap.

"No, just a little. You sure you don't want to sleep more?" Mamoru was worried. The boy hadn't slept long at all, and he definitely needed it after the blood loss.

"I can't sleep anymore. Wide awake." To prove his point, he leapt up and bounced a bit on the balls of his feet. At Mamoru's nod, he sat back down, leaning on the older boy. He looked up to Mamoru, sort of. Sure, he was only six years older than himself and his brother, but there was something that drew him to the elder, something almost primal. Whatever it was, he hoped it wouldn't go away soon. He liked being around the stock boy, liked the way the older boy looked at him and his brother, liked the way they were treated. He scooted closer, onto Mamoru's lap and hugged him. Hesitantly, arms closed around him, pulling him close. He nuzzled against the darker haired teen's neck, hugging him tighter, and screamed. He fell back, clutching his right bicep. For nearly a minute, his back was bowed over the arms still encircling him, legs spread over an older pair, his hips and pelvis thrust forward, his face contorted in agony.

Silence.

As quick as it started, it ended just as abruptly. He relaxed, his body slumping against the teen's arms, and sighed. Long and wistfully, he sighed, before bonelessly lifting up and falling on Mamoru's chest. His head tilted up, eyes large and needy, bottom lip pouty and pleading. He did the unspeakable then. He kissed the stock boy. Not just a "hi, haven't seen you in forever" kind of kiss. This was of the "I want you" variety, and it scared Mamoru.

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On the bed was a pale skinned redhead. Her eyes were closed, the veins showing through the translucent flesh of her eyelids. The steady beep of a machine, a hiss every few seconds from a breathing assistant and the drip of four different IVs were the only sounds the still room. A man sat at the bedside, holding the unconscious woman's hand lightly. The dim light above the bed reflected off his shaved head. His silver brows were drawn together in worry, and he squeezed the hand he was holding gently. A new sound attracted his attention. The door opened and a familiar platinum blond head poked through.

"Mata, how is she?" Worry painted Jun's voice, making it come out strangled. Mata stared at the intruder behind his dark glasses. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke.

"She's unconscious, Jun. How do you think she is?" He was angry, rightfully so. He hadn't wanted to come into the Boss's office and clean up the broken body of one of his colleagues. Janitorial work wasn't his forté; he was a bodyguard. For that matter, so was Lise. So why was she laying in that bed, possibly never to wake up again? The Boss had deemed it so, that's why. He was petty and cruel, and here was someone interrupting his reflective state. He stood in one fluid motion, all the grace of a cat in that action. Slowly, he stalked toward the door and the blond in it. Jun started to step aside, thinking the taller man wanted out, but his intentions were not so pure. Reaching the doorway, his fist shot forward, slamming into Jun's jaw; catching the smaller man off guard. The blond went tumbling backwards into the hallway, clutching his face just below his ear. He swallowed and tried to talk; the area around his mouth was already swollen past the speaking point. He sagged against the far wall as Mata moved out into the hall after him, death flashing in his eyes. Surprisingly, he passed Jun completely, instead leaving the hospital. The usually chipper man looked at the bald man's retreating back and left to get his jaw fixed.

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Ryuji stumbled along the streets, looking helplessly for any clue that might lead to his son's whereabouts. More than once, he'd heard people muttering about him being a bum, and he vaguely wondered if that's what he looked like, haggard and desperate. He'd been searching for hours, never once seeing anything to help him. He was ready to go home. He turned to go back to his own neighborhood, nearly colliding with a man in a dark suit on the way. He hurried past, looking briefly over his shoulder at the man, seeing him turn a corner toward the industrial district. Sighing heavily to himself, he continued on the way home, hoping that Tamasine wouldn't be making a fool of himself. He chuckled. The very idea of his older son doing something foolish was absurd.

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Tomo purred, enjoying the feeling of someone inside him again. He knew he was supposed to be in pain, but after the shot he'd known nothing but pleasure and frustration. It was as if something in his brain had switched into the on position. He didn't remember it feeling this good last time, but he didn't remember much of anything, really. He remembered Tama, the way his eyes lit up when he talked about how one day they'd get rid of their useless parents, the way he shyly tucked his hair behind his ears when people talked to him, the way he'd sit in the windowsill reading, idly pushing his glasses up his nose when they fell too far. He remembered that Tama didn't like wearing them, that he thought glasses made him look stupid, but he never did. Tomo thought his brother looked pretty, even with his glasses. He remembered following Shuu to the warehouse, then his head hurt. He remembered waking up in the dark with a mean looking teenager staring at him. Shin, his brain supplied, was the teen's name. He remembered being stripped and hurt, several times, and then a shot. He got a shot, like at the doctor's office, but he was sure none of the people here in the warehouse were physicians of any sort. The boy (man?) inside him hit a particularly nice stride and Tomo felt a white heat growing in his stomach again before he went lax in post orgasmic bliss. A pair of dark eyes swam in front of him amidst the white spots clouding his vision. He looked hopefully at the eyes, silently pleading with them to pleasure him more. Finally, they closed, opened and bobbed once in consent. He smiled, a sweet smile that promised baseball in the afternoon and sex in the showers later, and raised his hips, baring his ass to the world.

Shin positioned himself to slide right in, not even needing to warn the boy. His hole was already slick with seed and stretched from being filled so many times. As soon as he'd given the kid the shot, the little blond had been so wanton, like a little slut. The thought that he was responsible for such a fall thrilled him to no end. Buried deep in the kid's bowels, he sat back on his heels, pulling Tomo with him. Never once leaving the warmth of the boy's body, he turned Tomo around to face him, staring deep in the blond's eyes. There was no trace of that look in them. No trace left of the innocence that had been haunting him. Not one shred of it. Just the knowledge that his work was finished was enough to push him over the edge. Leaning Tomo back, he began a series of short, quick, shallow thrusts, quiet grunts accompanying each one that grew louder as he climbed closer to orgasm. With one final deep push, he groaned, painting the boy's insides anew. As he pulled out, spent, a small rivulet of cum dribbled out and down to the floor, collecting under the kid. He lay on his back, completely spent and utterly relaxed. Shin gathered his wits and stood, waiting impatiently to be cleaned off. His second dropped to his knees in front of his, taking his flaccid member in his mouth and laving it clean with his tongue. There wasn't much that Ran was good for, but this seemed to make up for the lack of purpose. His eyes shut tight as he winced, new light permeating the dank warehouse. A silhouette in the open doorway spoke, a deep voice that promised injury.

"Just where I thought I'd find you. Shin, I've a bone to pick with you." He stepped inside and the door shut behind him, revealing the mystery man's identity.

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Mamoru was in heaven. He'd never thought it could happen to him, but the body that he dreamt about too frequently was bouncing on top of his penis. His cock, he reminded himself. He'd recently discovered pornography, and he felt older and more mature using those terms. He'd been shocked when it started, and rightfully so. One second, Tamasine had been screaming in agony, half clutching his arm, the next he was kissing the older boy and pulling open his pants. Not even thinking, he'd lifted his hips to aid in his own undressing. The small blond had let out a gasp of eagerness before attacking his painfully hard cock with his mouth. It had been the most amazing feeling, being taken into the too hot, too small cavern that just moments before he'd been kissing. Deeming Mamoru slick enough, Tamasine had climbed up onto his lap again and impaled himself. Mamoru had been worried that he was being too rough, but the look of pure ecstasy on the boy's face had been more than enough encouragement to keep going. Right now, he was being still, letting Tamasine control everything. He hoped it was a good first time for the blond. He knew it was a good first time for himself. The small quiet noises that the boy was making only fueled his lust. He wanted to make the child scream so loud there would be no question in his simpering mother's mind what they were doing back here. But first, he'd let the boy come on his own terms. He could do at least that.

Tamasine loved this. He'd rather have been the one penetrating, fucking his partner, but that could wait until later. Until Tomo was home. For now, he'd be content to be impaled on the stock boy's cock.

/Cock…/ he thought. /What a funny word to use to describe a penis. No matter. It's in me, and it feels good./ His thoughts stopped dead as he felt another wave of pleasure building up to carry him off again. He stopped lifting himself and resorted to just rocking back and forth, trying to get enough stimulation that way. Mamoru broke from his own thoughts, realizing that the boy had stopped most movement. He took charge, grasping the blond's hips and raising him up just enough to let him push his own hips up, thrusting deep into the small body each time. Tamasine's muscles clamped tight, his channel's walls squeezing Mamoru's cock as he came, triggering the stock boy's own release.

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Ryuji walked into the grocery store a defeated man. He turned to his wife and gazed longingly at her. How could she live with him after this failure? Sighing, he gave in.

"Shina…I couldn't find him. Oh, God, I looked everywhere and I couldn't find him. Our son is lost somewhere, in pain, and I can't save him." The normally strong man sobbed, settling in a heap against the counter and weeping. Shina looked on, one hand rubbing across his shoulders soothingly. She wasn't used to seeing her husband like this. They'd been happily married for so long, and everything had been going perfectly, but now…now her husband was a broken man. He'd never recover from this bout of uselessness.

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Light gleamed off the bald man's head and sunglasses, his mouth wound tight in a malicious grin. He stalked forward, taking his time to see what the pathetic leader of this puny gang would do. Would he run? Shin, for his part, was frozen stiff. His pants were around his ankles and his most trusted companion was on his knees in front of him. He stepped back from Ran and bent, pulling his pants back up. The scary fucker was still coming at him. He looked around, panicking. He reached for something, anything to ward off the huge man coming towards him, finally coming in contact with the handle of a knife. He glanced over quickly to Kata holding his precious blade, waiting for his leader to take it. Shin gladly grabbed the knife from his hand and started toward Mata, brandishing it extravagantly. He lunged at the man, slicing the air next to where he stood when he dodged. Mata took the opportunity to slam his fist into the teen's stomach, causing him to double over in pain. Shin wasn't one to give up, however, and slashed at the man again, this time catching his arm. Looking down and seeing blood only served to enrage the man further, and he punched again, hitting Shin's shoulder. A leg connected with a knee, and the teen went down, the knife dropping from his hands. Mata shoved one of Shin's hands away from his knee and stepped on it, grinding, trying to reach the cement below with his feet. Shin screamed in agony as all the bones in his hand fractured and broke, leaving it useless. Mata spit at the sight.

"That's what you get for try to cut me. Little fucking shit." Satisfied with having hurt someone, Mata walked back out of the warehouse and headed to the office. He had some paperwork to take care of.

Ran leap to his feet and was quickly at Shin's side, cradling the broken hand, trying to sooth the pain. It didn't help in the least, but it was better than doing nothing. A brilliant idea hit the spiky haired teen and he turned to the gang.

"Take care of the boy. Make sure he's happy." He left Tomo to the care of the rest of the group and lifted Shin to take him to the back office. He'd get his mind off that pain real fast. Nothing like a little pleasure to dull the senses.

Tomo looked up at the leering faces above him and smiled.

"Is it time for more?" He spread his legs invitingly, encouraging the gang to take advantage of the situation. Never a group to let a spectacular offer like that go unnoticed, they circled around the boy, touching and probing before one, a teen with blue hair that had to be dyed, knelt between his legs and opened his own pants, pulling out a proud erection and sliding into the amazingly tight hole. Tomo moaned at the intrusion and spread his legs more, hoping to impale himself further. Jon, the one inside him, had other plans. He pulled out and flipped the boy over before entering him again. Tomo shakily got onto his hands and knees, lifting up a bit to take the nearest person in his mouth. The rest of the gang watched the little slut pleasure two of their own and started for their own pants. If they couldn't fuck him yet, they'd wank until they could.