Fan Fiction ❯ Innocence Lost ❯ four. ( Chapter 4 )

He was still naked, but that was okay. He didn't mind anymore, not after the past…how long had it been? It didn't matter, really. Tomo had long since given up hope of being rescued, and at this point, if anyone did come to his aid, he didn't want it. He liked it here, where he was touched and played with, where he was taken care of. That's why he now stood outside the closed door to the office in the back of the warehouse. He was ready to make the gang his family. He could live with them and even help out. The only person he'd remotely miss would be Tama. His beautiful brother still plagued his thoughts, and probably would until the day he died. No matter, though. Tama and any chance they had of being together were long gone. Sure, he was sad, but life, he was discovering, always had a high to follow the low. He really hoped the high would be a new life, here with Shin and the gang. He seriously doubted he'd be able to face his birth family after the things he'd done. Just thinking about their reactions was enough to wilt the seemingly ever-present erection.

Hesitantly, he knocked on the door, hoping he wouldn't be turned away. Rejection at this stage could break him. A strained voice told him to enter, and he did. His eyes adjusted quickly to the change in lighting, so they were slightly narrowed as he approached the desk. The first thing he noticed was the smell of antiseptic permeating the room, overwhelming the musk of sex lingering. Second, his eyes registered Ran sitting on the desk, back to the door. But where was Shin? A dark lock of hair appeared over the redhead's hip and Tomo knew. Slightly embarrassed, but not so much he'd turn away, the blond stepped closer to the desk, wanting to catch the boss's attention before speaking. Ran let out a strangled gasp just before Shin's head appeared. Curious, Tomo looked around to see three fingers sliding into the second's body, slick with some fluid. Shin cleared his throat and raised an eyebrow in question. The boy fidgeted, tapping his toe into the cement floor and turning his foot. Finally, he came to a decision.

"Sir, I'd like to be part of your gang." A slight chuckle erupted from Ran's mouth before he silenced it. At Shin's nod, Tomo continued.

"Y'see…I uh, I fit in here now. I can't go home. They wouldn't understand me, not like you do. I've got needs they can't take care of. But you can. I've never felt more alive than right now, and it's all thanks to you. Please…I like it here with you and everyone else." The boy's eyes were soft and pleading, hoping for acceptance to this new life that he craved so badly. Shin's hand waved it's dismissal as he spoke.

"I'll think about it." Tomo nodded happily, bouncing out of the office. Behind him, Shin loomed above Ran's body before shoving himself in roughly. The redhead's back arched, nearly bending him in half backwards. With a vicious smirk, Shin pulled out and slammed back in to the root with a damp slap of skin to skin. Ran's pleased cry was born and died in the dark office. Apparently hearing exactly what he'd wanted, Shin braced one hand on the far side of the desk and wound the other around Ran's waist. The second in command hissed a bit as bandages scraped against his sensitive skin. A thought struck him and he paused his boss for a quick moment.

"Are you sure about this, Shin? Your hand…" Ran's eyes strayed toward the hand resting on his hip, covered in layers of gauze. As a response, Shin merely thrust again, nudging his companion's prostate and ending any conversation.

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Tamasine was sleeping, Mamoru was sure of it this time. He rested his gaze on the sated naked boy curled against him. Sure, they'd had fun, but had it really been worth it? He never thought he'd lose his virginity to an eight year old boy. He'd thought maybe it would be Sakura, the pretty girl in his class at school. She liked him, he thought. She went out of her way to be nice to him, even if nobody else did. Maybe Monday, he'd give her something nice, a flower that he bought on his way to school, or maybe chocolates. It would all depend on whether he went to school that day or not. If Tomo had been found, then he'd for sure get her a flower. Tamasine stirred in his sleep, stretching before snuggling closer to the stock boy. A smile played on Mamoru's lips as he watched the blond next to him. Would Tamasine be okay if they never had another tryst? He wasn't sure what to make of it himself. The boy had been completely different from the quiet bookworm he'd known previously; more like a playful kitten than anything else. To think, the little blond had known he'd been watching the boys. He knew that Tamasine was perceptive and observant, but he hadn't realised he'd been so blatant about staring. Truthfully, he hadn't been checking them out. They piqued his curiosity. They moved so well together, like two halves of one whole, separate entities but still one and the same. Were they always on the other's mind? Were they always together, even miles apart? Judging solely from Tamasine's earlier performance, it would seem so. The whole ordeal still puzzled him. Had it been rape? Had it been consensual? Had anyone heard? Would he be going to hell for having sex with a child? Tamasine sighed contentedly in his slumber and Mamoru decided it didn't matter. Tamasine was sleeping peacefully, which meant that Tomo wasn't in any kind of pain or discomfort.

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Far from it, in fact. Tomo was sitting on his mattress, watching the gang go about their daily business. He felt good, aside from the pain of moving and the feeling that something was missing, taken from him. It was a strange sort of emptiness, one he'd never felt before. He stood and sought out someone to talk to. Settling on Shuu, the first member of the gang he'd met, he walked over to the older boy.

"Shuu?" He queried. Shuu flipped long black hair over his shoulder and turned to meet Tomo's gaze. He smiled coldly, like a knife.

"Yes, Tomo? Is there something I can help you with?" His voice was just as icy as his smile, close to cracking. Tomo paid no mind.

"I feel…empty. Can you, y'know, help in any way? I don't know what to do." The beautifully chill smile deepened as a thought grew to maturity in his mind. He'd wanted to play with this one, but Shin had told him not to unless the boy asked. What luck, too. The boy was asking. Small white teeth showed between Shuu's slightly parted lips.

"I think I have just the thing for you. Why don't you come into the bathroom with me and we'll talk about it." He pivoted to finish carrying a bag over to the far wall and drop it there, then approached Doi, a youth with orange and blue streaked hair.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be busy for a while, and the kid'll be with me." Doi didn't look up from his clipboard, just nodded slightly and continued to check off items on the list. His pencil paused for a moment and he spoke.

"Did he ask?" No worry painted his tone, just curiosity. Shuu nodded solemnly.

"I wouldn't be taking him in there if he hadn't. I like pain, but not receiving it. Shin already informed me of the consequences if I played with him and he hadn't asked." A shiver ran down Shuu's spine and he rubbed his arms a bit. There was no way he wanted to be turned over to Ran. The redhead was more psychotic than anyone else in the gang and chances were he wouldn't live through the encounter.

"Good." Doi's hand started movement again, and Shuu was dismissed.

He bounced back over to Tomo who was waiting, unsure of what was happening. Glee reflected from the inky haired boy's eyes as he grabbed hold of the blond's hands and led him off to the bathroom.

Tomo's mouth dropped open in amazement as they passed through the door into what was supposed to be the bathroom. It was by far the nicest room in the warehouse, softly lit with ever-present candles, carpeted and complete with a real bed suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains. It was covered in a sea of black, the light playing off the bunches was the only clue as to the color of the fabric flowing over the bed. A sliver of a gasp escaped through his slack lips before Shuu covered them with his own, pressing the boy backward onto the bed. They fell into the tangle of blankets, bodies and mouths moving against each other. Shuu's hands traveled up Tomo's arms, grasping his wrists and securing them against the ornate headboard. The young blond tested his bonds a little before looking up at the teen through a half-lidded gaze. The black haired youth gazed upon the boy from his perch across Tomo's hips. What a sight he made: his pale hair spread around his head like a halo, his lips swollen and glistening from the kiss, his eyes half shut in a beautifully lazy stare, arms stretched far above his head to show off the slight muscle building up on his torso. All that pale skin waiting for a kiss of color. Without warning, he slapped the blond, a loud smack resounding in the room. Tomo's head turned with the force, a quiet cry falling from his mouth. Shuu smirked and reached for a large pillar candle resting beside bed. He held it up to Tomo's face, shadows finding new homes on the contours of his visage. Slowly, he lowered the candle until it was hovering above the younger boy's chest and tilted it, wax spilling over the hollow and onto pale skin. Tomo's back arched and he struggled against his bonds, hissing and trying to escape the heat. Shuu set the candle back on the bedside table and dug on the floor for something out of reach. He returned triumphant, holding a small metal tub, dripping with condensation. Reaching inside, he pulled out a very wet ice cube.

"Let's make this a little more fun, huh? If you're a good boy, you won't try to get this off of your skin. I know it'll be cold, but you did ask me to help." He placed the cube above Tomo's heart, letting it sit there for a moment, a pool of water collecting in the hollow of the boy's chest. More cubes were added, and once again, Shuu dove off the bed to look for something. This time, he returned to view with a dull knife and started scraping away his first splash of wax. As soon as the last traces were brushed away from Tomo's skin, he kissed the pink splotch and went about setting more cubes to melt on the petit body. Tomo didn't so much as squirm, calmly allowing the ice to become a sheen of water over his chest and legs.

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In another room, Shin was tucking himself back into his pants, spend and sweaty. Ran lay across the desk, naked and breathing heavily, a slight smile on his face.

"I need to get a report to the Boss. We need to tell him about the success of his serum. What do you think he'll call it?"

"If it were mine," Ran started with much deliberation, "I'd call it 'Biyaku.' It fits." Shin nodded.

"It definitely does." Biyaku, or aphrodisiac, was the truest name the serum could have. It was perfect. The dark haired leader sat down to write up his report. Delivered with it would be the final video documentation- the one of the brat losing that defiant light in his eyes; the one where he started wanting more. If there was one thing Shin didn't want, it was to give up that tape. There wasn't any way that he'd go against the Boss's orders, though. His earlier tussle with that bald gorilla was warning enough. He paused in his writing just long enough to look into a drawer. When he came back up, a video cassette was in his hand. He tossed it to Ran, who caught it easily. Leaning back over his report, he dismissed his second.

"Make a copy of that, will you?"

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Tamasine shivered in his sleep, and reached for a blanket. None came to hand, and his eyes opened. He blinked, trying to place himself. All he could see was white. Fold after fold of white…it looked familiar. Squinting, he could make out buttons. A shirt. He sleepily raised his head, a face coming into view. He smiled lazily, an expression not seen by anyone but his brother.

"Mamoru. Have they found him yet?" The teen's head shook, sadly. There hadn't been any word at all about the other boy. Tamasine sat up, stretching a bit and stood, goose bumps rising along every inch of his skin. He turned, looking for his clothing. He dressed, not a movement rushed, and sat back down on the couch. Awkward silence reigned supreme. Mamoru cleared his throat uneasily, and the boy looked up at him. Tomo was okay for now. Any other sensation he got from his twin he could bury. Sure, he wouldn't have minded more sex, but finding his brother was more important. He knew Tomo was somewhere in the city, somewhere cold. Without further word to the stock boy, Tama left. He was outside the store before Mamoru could piece together what had happened.

The world was grey, nothing more, as Tama walked out of the small business district of the city towards downtown. He was sure his father hadn't looked long or hard enough to find his beloved twin, so he was determined to do better. He'd come home with Tomo, or he wouldn't come home at all.

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Tomo was having second thoughts on the help Shuu was giving him. It had been okay at first. A little weird, but okay. Now that the wax was cooling around his groin, he wasn't so sure. He'd move, but he promised not to. The wax, light red, was almost hard, and no matter how he tried, he couldn't suppress the feeling of pleasure that threatened to bust through the thin layer. This was what was supposed to happen. This could fill the empty space in his psyche. He understood now. His eyes closed blissfully as the candle splashed more onto his chest, the warmth penetrating the layer of cool water from the ice, making his skin burn. It was heavenly- how could he have ever doubted Shuu?

The young teen smiled as he watched the display before him. The boy was finally beginning to understand. Another drop landed on the pale flesh and the boy smiled. Shuu broke the silence first.

"You feel it, don't you?" Black met soft brown for a moment before the younger boy nodded.

"It's…there aren't even words to describe the feeling. Thank you." His voice broke at the last, but he showed no sign of tears. Shuu merely nodded and resumed his ministrations. He would stop in five minutes, but until then, Tomo lay still and enjoyed the attention.

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Ran returned to the office, two packets of paper in hand. One he lay on the desk, the other he passed off to Unkei to take downtown. The young teen complied with little comment. He was always like that, though. Never questioned anything, especially when it came from higher on the food chain. That was what he liked in a subordinate, too. If he ever took over the gang, Unkei would stay no matter what. Not that the redhead had any plans on usurping his leader, but one could never tell when power would change hands. Shin walked into the room and plopped into the chair behind the desk, grabbing up the report. He leafed through it, a smile playing across his lips as he reread the details of the drug's influence. His mind's theater replayed the look on the boy's face when the serum finally took effect- the moment the light died and hope dissolved into acceptance. It was beautiful, and he could feel himself getting hard again, the front of his jeans growing ever uncomfortable. As always, Ran was there to help him deal with that issue, as proven by the redhead unbuttoning his leader's pants and freeing the already dripping arousal. He licked across the slit quickly, the precum collecting on his tongue, then dove right into his favorite part of servicing anyone: deepthroating. Shin absent mindedly thrust up into his second's waiting mouth, the memories of the boy's innocence lost still playing in a loop on his head. Before he reached his peak, he came to a conclusion. Pulling Ran off his cock with more force than needed, he tucked himself back into his pants, refastened them and left the room.

He stormed into the makeshift playroom, looking over the boy and Shuu, arms entwined as they kissed ferociously. Flakes of hardened wax lay in piles on the bed, some still clinging to the blond's skin. He slammed the door after a full minute, focusing the attention of both on him. A seductive smile paired with a coy glance decorated the features of the younger teen. He had some inkling of why his boss was here. He languidly slid off Tomo, hands lingering in places they probably shouldn't have. Tomo lay in a daze, eyes wide and staring, arousal obvious. He blinked twice, then came to stare at Shin.

"Kid, I'm rejecting your admittance. There's no way you can join the gang." The boy's mouth fell open in protest, the words trying to form.

"But…I…you…why?" The teen smirked, loving the power he held over the young boy. Dark hair swished about his ears as he shook his head.

"I don't have to tell you. Just know that I'm not letting you in. This is no place for kids." Tomo sat up, oblivious to any of his surroundings as he rushed out of the room, tears prickling in his eyes. The greys of the warehouse blended together into a blur as he blindly walked from one room to another, and finally out of the warehouse. Right into a body. Muttering a quiet apology, he continued on his journey to nowhere in particular, unaware of everything including his state of undress.

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Tamasine stared at the person pushing past him, shock written across his features. Was this…his brother? He was dazed, naked and aroused. Other than all that, it looked like Tomo. Wrapping an arm around youthfully broad shoulders, he hushed the murmurings of his twin, pulling him close. Caring only for his safety, Tama shrugged his own jacket off and slipped it onto Tomo's chill frame. They needed to get home, and fast, but Tomo was in no state to walk, especially undressed as he was. The older boy steered them into an alley to wait until they could get home with no issues. As soon as he was sure his brother wasn't going anywhere, Tama moved back to the mouth of the alley, waiting for an unsuspecting passerby. A likely mark walked by and the blond bumped into him, heading across the street. The man kept walking, unconscious of the fact his wallet was now missing. Tama pulled the wallet into view and opened it, counting the money quickly. There was enough to buy a pair of pants for his brother. Locating the nearest store, he ducked in, grabbing the trousers and paying before the cashier could identify him at all.

Back in the alley, Tamasine was already cleaning the wax from his brother's groin and sliding the pants up, fastening them. He was dressed enough to get home, now all they had to do was go.