Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ A Question of Lust ❯ Black Celebration ( Chapter 4 )

Title: A Question Of Lust

 

Author: Traumatic BunnyRabbit

 

Warnings: This story is NC-17 rated because of violence, bad language and sex scenes. And most of all - it's yaoi (man and man pairing). So if you think it will mess up your mind, just don't read it.

 

Disclaimers: I don't own Saiyuki. But I own this piece. And that's something too!

I borrowed all the titles from my favorite Depeche Mode songs. I hope they won't sue me.

Of course evil Aka is all mine, but feel free to borrow him (and maybe spank him a little^_^)

 

Summary: Some angst. Some harassment. Ties and whips. And they just have to deal with it.

 

[originally posted: April 06, 2005]

 

 

4. Black Celebration

 

 

Reality came back along with terrible headache. He didn't even try to open his eyes, afraid that it could cause another black-out. He felt pain and that was a good sign. At least he was alive. He tried to move his body just to recall its position, but that caused another wave of stinging pain, this time in his arms. The feeling was unmistakable. His hands were stretched on the sides, far away from his body, and were clamped tightly to the wall. The pain he felt was probably caused by his own weight that rested firmly on his very wrists. He shuffled his feet, trying to stand on his own two legs and he managed, after few feeble tries. His joints and muscles were still screaming in sheer agony, but now he was sure that he wouldn't damage them more. Carefully he leaned back and met hard wall. He rested himself against it, shuddering a little at the cold touch. Now he was ready to open his eyes.

 

The first thing he saw was grey, stone floor and his own bare feet. Where are my boots, he thought amused. No shirt, no boots. I really don't remember taking them off. It was Hakkai, who… Yeah, Hakkai. Their sweet moment over the stream. Sudden appearance of strange man with dangerous aura. And a wave of enraged youkais. They didn't have a slightest chance against those bastards. Especially Hakkai. He is great in distance fight but when it comes to face-to-face combat, he is able to stand his ground only against two or three enemies at time. That's why they got him so quickly. They surrounded him like a swarm of locusts, and Gojyo was too far to help him. It wasn't that he lasted much longer either. There were just too many of them.

 

The hell with that! Where is Hakkai now? What happened to him? And where the hell am I, thought Gojyo, as he slowly raised his head and looked at his surroundings. Dim light, dark, stone walls, iron bars. Dungeon? No shit, good old dungeon. And there is somebody shackled to the wall next to him. Hakkai? He wasn't sure, his head was still spinning and his vision was blurred, but it could be Hakkai. Tall figure with dark hair and pale, bare chest. Yes, that's him. It has to be him.

 

Just that moment the other moved slightly, moaned and tried to stand up on wobbling legs. “Take it easy, `Kai,” Gojyo couldn't keep himself from smiling. “Are you all right?”

 

“I'm alive,” Hakkai groaned quietly resting himself against the wall. “I think… And how you doing?”

 

“Fine,” Gojyo lied smoothly. “Really, never better.”

 

“Well… Where are we exactly? Do you remember anything?”

 

“No, I was out cold. But it looks like dungeon to me,” Gojyo closed his eyes again and carefully bent his head back. Cold touch on his bruised skull was like a bliss. He let out a small sigh and tried to relax. He really didn't like being tied up, and he was sure that if it wasn't for his headache he would be now roaring in a blind rage. Or a panic attack.

 

“So… it seems Sanzo wasn't so paranoid after all,” Hakkai's voice was harsh and restrained. “Do you think… What do you think this guy wants from us?”

 

“Sutra, what else,” Gojyo rolled his head to the side and looked at his friend. Now he could see him more clearly and almost gasped at the sight of nasty, bloody bruise on his temple. “I wonder if he knows he captured wrong men.”

 

“Maybe he wants us as bait,” answered the brunette as he twisted his arms slightly and hissed in pain. “Gods, I think I had my shoulder dislocated.”

 

“Don't worry, I know how to fix it. And I would, as soon as I get free!” Gojyo jerked his wrists impatiently. His hands protested and he stopped. He didn't want to make them sore against cold metal rings that held him firmly in place. He might need his full strength when the time came. He only wished it would be soon.

 

He looked at Hakkai again. The brunette was tilting his head down, his disheveled hair covering his eyes completely as he asked: “Do you think Sanzo will come for us?”

 

“I dunno,” the redhead tried to sound carelessly. “When it comes to that son of a bitch, anything is possible. But he surely needs us to complete this stupid mission. And that's kind of a guarantee, don't you think?”

 

“Yeah, I think you're right,” Hakkai's lips twitched a little, but soon this almost-smile faded away. “Don't worry, `Kai. At least we're alive and we have each other,” said Gojyo. “We can wait peacefully for our Prince Sanzo in his shining armor to come and rescue us.”

 

Hakkai lifted his head and tried to smile again. He almost succeeded and Gojyo almost answered, but then he noticed something strange on Hakkai's neck. It looked like some piece of jewelry. Thick, silver hoop wrapped firmly over his throat, not too tight but Gojyo doubted if it's possible to put more than a finger between the metal and brunette's flesh. “What's wrong Gojyo?” Hakkai noticed his startled look immediately. “Nothing, just… Well, someone gave you a nice warming gift. You have a necklace on you.”

 

Hakkai stared at him for a moment in disbelieve, then carefully lowered his chin until it met cold metal. “Oh my…” he gasped and jerked his head up again. “Well, now I can see that our capturer is certainly generous. You have one as well.”

 

“Oh shit,” Gojyo shuddered in disbelief, suddenly becoming aware of light weight and cool touch of metal device. “What the hell is it?” Hakkai opened his mouth as to say something, but the same moment they heard a noise, just like opening some locks, and then soft sound of feet on the floor.

 

“I'm glad you're awake,” a deep voice came from behind the bars. The light suddenly became brighter and soon they were able to see the same tall, dark man from before. He was wearing black robe, which, along with his long, raven hair and pale face, made him look like some kind of ghost. Right behind him, there were three youkais. Two of them looked like typical prison guards, and the third was slim and delicate youngster. All of them had dark skin and dark hair, and silver chokers around their necks.

 

“I hope your heads are all right,” said the man and made strange gesture. Immediately two of the iron bars bent like some soft twigs, creating nice entrance. Both friends stared as the dark man stepped inside, while his followers stayed in the hall. “You were fighting bravely and I'm really sorry I had to defeat you in such dishonorable manner,” said the dark man, stretching his pale thin lips in light smile. “Cut that crap,” snarled Gojyo, looking at him with narrowed eyes. “Who are you and what do you want from us?”

 

“What an impatient nature,” dark man's smile widened for a moment. “Well, you can call me Aka. Master Aka. And what do I want from you?” he sighed and looked first at Gojyo, then at silent Hakkai, measuring them visibly. “Let's say I just want some entertainment.”

 

“You won't claim the scripture this way,” said Hakkai. “Sanzo will never--”

 

“But I really don't care about the scripture,” Aka seemed to be amused by the very idea. “Of course if the priest came here to rescue you I definitely would try to take it. I can always trade it for something more interesting. But to tell you the truth, I doubt if your fearless leader will risk his mission just for you two.”

 

“So what do you want from us?” Hakkai repeated Gojyo's question, looking straight into Aka's dark eyes. “Entertainment, as I said,” Aka smiled again, folding his arms in an elegant way. “You see, I'm much older than I look like. I lived long enough to become terribly bored. I have enough power to get anything I want, and that's boring too. So when I find something - or someone - that can entertain me, I just have to take the opportunity.

 

“Sanzo's party is pretty well known these days. I heard a lot about you and I've been watching you for some time as well. I even sent my dogs, two days ago, just to see you fighting. All that to decide which one of you I'd like to own. At first I was thinking only of you, Green-eyed,” Aka took few small steps and came close to Hakkai. “Your skills amazed me. In my whole life I met only few demons, who could use their chi in combat the way you do. So I can say I'm quite impressed.”

 

Aka reached his pale slim hand and touched lightly the silver choker around Hakkai's neck. “By the way,” his voice became low, almost husky, “this little thing is blocking your abilities. You're unable now to blast or heal anybody. Don't even try, or you hurt yourself.”

 

Hakkai stood perfectly still bearing the touch, his face empty of emotions, but Gojyo knew better. “Stop that,” he growled, tensing his muscles. “Get your hands off him.”

 

“Getting territorial, are we?” Aka's smile widen again. “Or maybe it's jealousy already?” He took hand off of brunette's neck and turned himself to Gojyo. “That's the main reason you are here as well, Red. All that happened between you two lately provides me only more fun.”

 

“You sick son of a bitch!”

 

“Oh, I see you have problems with proper behavior,” said Aka in false-mocking tone. “But don't be afraid, I will teach you how to respect your master.”

 

“I'm not your fucking slave, you bastard!” Gojyo struggled helplessly against his cuffs, gritting his teeth with both pain and rage. “Don't!” Hakkai shot him warning glare. Don't let him provoke you, his eyes were saying. Don't take the bait.

 

“No, your not my slave,” Aka agreed. “But you are my dog. Like everyone else in this place. That's why you have a collar too.” Gojyo growled again, but kept his mouth shut.

 

“As for you, Green-eyed,” Aka turned his attention back to the brunette, “your collar is kind of limiter as well. I designed it especially for you. You can take off your ear cuffs if you want. You'll just get your demon looks, but you remain sane and powerless. I'll leave that decision to you, but I have to say that I would prefer you in your present form.”

 

Gojyo bit hard on his lower lip when he saw Aka's reaching his hand once again. This time his long fingers brushed over brunette's cheek. “You are a rare beauty, you know that Green-eyed?” he asked, stroking Hakkai's skin as he took another step towards him. “Oh, you're blushing. Is it embarrassment or are you excited?”

 

Hakkai turned his gaze away, his body tensed and motionless, except for his chest moving slightly up and down in quick, shallow breaths. “I wonder if you are always so calm and steady. What do I have to do to make you scream?” Aka mused as his fingers brushed over brunette's semi-erected nipple. Hakkai twitched visibly, but his flushed face remained empty.

 

“Maybe I should ask Red,” dark man took another step forward. He was now standing only few inches from Hakkai's body with his hand still traveling down his bare skin. “What do you say, Red? Does he like soft touches? Or maybe he prefers it hard?”

 

Gojyo felt new wave of rage washing him from head to toes at the sight of Aka's hand landing firmly on Hakkai's stomach. He tried his best to calm down, it was Hakkai who told him to calm down, so he will, for Hakkai's sake. He won't give that sicko any satisfaction… Oh, for fuck sake, stop touching him like that!

 

“Say Red,” Aka's fingers started to twine around pink irregular scar, right over brunette's waistline. “Does he scream when he comes?”

 

“Get your hands off him, you fuckin' sonofabitch!” Gojyo yelled, throwing himself forward. “Get your filthy hands off! Don't you dare to touch him again or I kill you! I fuckin' swear I kill you!”

 

“Is it a real threat, or just empty words?” Aka shoved himself away from Hakkai's body and was now looking at Gojyo with strange expression. “Untie me and I show you,” Gojyo desperately tried to calm down, but he failed again. He had to lower his voice because after all those shouting his head felt like falling into pieces. But there was no such headache in this world that could possibly make him less furious.

 

“You know what I think, Red?” Aka tilted his head on one side. “I think you're getting jealous. But not about your sweetheart. You are jealous of all the attention I'm paying to him.” Dark man started approaching Gojyo slowly. “I think I can take care of you as well if you want me to.”

 

Gojyo frowned and risked quick glare at Hakkai. The brunette was slumping in his restrains, panting slightly and looking back at Gojyo, his eyes filled with pure terror. Redhead blinked in disbelief. He expected everything but that. Hakkai was never scared. Anxious sometimes, worried or even angry, but never terrified like that. And all that because of this crazy prick, thought Gojyo, almost blind with rage.

 

“Say Red, you fancy a little kiss?” Gojyo snapped his head back, taken completely by surprise. Aka was now standing close, looking him straight in the eyes. “Try and I bite your tongue off,” said the redhead, his voice trembling a little from suppressed anger. “Oh, that's kinky,” Aka smiled lightly and reached his hand once again. Gojyo felt cold touch on his face and sudden wave of revulsion washed through his body like a flood. He allowed his anger to take a lead.

 

Suddenly his body had a mind of its own, just like on battlefield. His hands were bound but he had free legs. And his opponent was standing so close. Gojyo felt his back pressing hard against the wall while one of his legs shot up and forward, his knee aiming on other man's groin. It would be perfect blow, but somehow Aka managed to dodge. Well, he almost managed. Redhead felt his knee landed on something equally tough - that could be dark man's hipbone, instead of his soft and weak spot. It really didn't matter, the point was it worked as well. Aka let out a surprised, painful grunt as he stumbled back, landing hard on the iron bars. “Say Aka, you fancy some more of me?” asked Gojyo with broad grin.

 

Gojyo expected one of the youkai, or perhaps all of them to rush inside and start to beat the living shit out of him, but none of them even moved. It was Aka himself, who straightened his lanky body in spite of all the pain he had to feel, and jumped on redhead again. His face wasn't plain and emotionless any more. Gojyo could only gasp at the terrible grimace, a mix of pain and fury, that changed this pale and undoubtedly handsome face into his worst nightmare. Aka reached him in split second and backhanded him so hard that his head whipped around and hit the wall. “You fucking bitch!” Aka hissed like big, angry snake. “You want it the hard way? So, rough and tough it will be. Shin, come here!”

 

Gojyo spat some blood that gathered in his mouth and lifted his head just to see one of the youkai entering their cell and handing something to Aka. “We have to teach you your first lesson,” the dark man gathered his composure back, his voice once again calm and cold. “And we will use this little helpful device.”

 

It was a whip. At least some kind of it. Gojyo wasn't sure if he has ever seen something like that before. Short, black stick with several white thin strings fastened to it tightly. “No shit, you want to flay me, master?” snarled Gojyo, making the last word sounds like the worst insult. Aka frowned slightly, but his voice didn't change a bit. “No, it would be a waste of time,” he said looking straight into redhead's eyes. “Of course it's possible to beat you into submission, but you're tough enough to be half dead before we make you give in. And a half dead dog is a boring dog.”

 

Gojyo couldn't help but to look at strange flogger again. Aka's pale hand was stroking white strings absently, straightening and almost caressing them. There was something sick in those slow moves. “It's nice piece of art,” Aka's voice caught his attention. “It's called Cat's Tails or something. I really don't know why and don't care either. But it's been useful to me many times. See, those strings are made from pure silk fibers. They were twisted tightly and that makes them extremely strong, while they are still soft in touch. It means, they provide pretty painful sensations but won't cut the flesh. And it's important, since I don't want to damage this creamy skin of his.”

 

“What?” Gojyo's head jerked up, his eyes widen in bewilderment. “Yes, Red. As I said before, I don't think beating you would change your behavior. That's why I'll use your lover as a whipping boy.”

 

“Don't you dare! Don't touch him you fuckin' freak!” Gojyo struggled furiously, finally tearing his wrists against metal clamps, but he could only look as Aka approached Hakkai's tensed figure. “Well, Green-eyed, I'm sure you will help me to convince your stubborn sweetheart to be more sensible.”

 

“You won't force us into anything,” Hakkai's voice was harsh but he didn't look scared any more. “Gojyo, don't let him--”

 

Aka's hand shot out and tapped brunette's lips lightly. There was strange, muffled noise; Hakkai's face twitched in desperate fight to make some sound but it looked like he was suddenly gagged. “That's right Green-eyed, we don't need you to encourage Red to misbehave. We only want you to show him your pain, and for that you don't need words, do you?” Aka smiled to him almost warmly and took three steps back, black and white whip hanging loosely in his hand.

 

“No!” Gojyo yelled as dark man swung his arm in the air. With soft thwacking noise white strings landed on Hakkai's pale chest, making his body jerk to the side. Gojyo gritted his teeth at the sight of some light pink marks appearing on abused skin. Another swing, another crack, another bunch of pink marks. “Stop it, god dammit! Stop!”

 

“I will continue until you apologize to me properly,” said Aka glancing at him as he took another swing. Once again, white strings thwacked against Hakkai's body, this time making him gasp quietly. “Damn you!” Gojyo unconsciously clenched his fists, burying his nails deep into his palms.

 

Swing, thwack, quiet gasp.

 

“More rude words you say, more blows he receives,” Aka's voice remain calm in spite of his activity.

 

Swing, crack, more pink marks on white skin.

 

Gojyo started to feel like his head was about to explode. Just simple thought of saying `sorry' to that fucker almost made him scream in sheer frustration. But he just couldn't let him beat Hakkai up! Not in that humiliating way!

 

“Stop it! I'm sorry!” he cried out, feeling his cheeks began to burn with both shame and anger. “I apologize! Just stop it, all right?”

 

“You're sorry? So soon?” Aka stopped rising his hand for another blow and smile at him. “Well, well, that would be a kind of improvement.”

 

Gojyo just turned his gaze away and met Hakkai's eyes staring hard at him. Those beautiful, green irises were now darkened with pain and full of somewhat between relief and scolding. You don't have to rescue me, those eyes were saying. I'm a big boy, I can bare some pain. And you shouldn't let him win that easily.

 

“Well Red, it's really nice to hear you saying something polite for change,” Aka handed whip to his youkai assistant and came to the redhead with content smile. “But you know what? Somehow I don't believe you.”

 

He was now close to him, even closer that the other time and Gojyo had to do his best not to kick him again. “You're beautiful when you're angry,” Aka looked at him with visible pleasure. “Your eyes look like two flames. Like you were burning inside. I wonder if you're still like that when it comes to sex.”

 

Gojyo shuddered slightly, feeling more than uncomfortable. He didn't think he would be able to bare Aka's touch like Hakkai did. He felt too exposed and too vulnerable in front of that man, who seemed to think only how to please himself. So far it wasn't something serious, but thinking of what Aka could actually do to them both, made him sick to the core. They were at his mercy. He could abuse them and violate them in thousands of different ways. He could rape them, right here, right now or destroy them slowly and painfully, that was the truth.

 

“Well Red, if you don't want my dog to start the whipping fun all over again you have to convince me that you're really sorry,” Aka's voice bring Gojyo back from his own musing hell. Redhead forced himself to look straight into cold black eyes. “How?” he asked.

 

“Let me kiss you. Willingly.”

 

“No fuckin' way,” the answer came out from his mouth even before he realized it. Aka only smiled wider. “Shin,” he said softly and the next moment Gojyo heard familiar thwacking noise. “He will continue until I tell him to stop. And I will when you start to obey me.”

 

Dark man shoved himself closer and pushed his body against Gojyo, pinning him to the wall and bracing his hands on both sides of Gojyo's head. Redhead couldn't keep himself from flinching but he didn't even try to struggle. He just knew that all his fighting would be futile. If it were only about him, he would definitely prefer to die than to let this psycho lay a single finger on him. But it wasn't the case. He had to think about his friend - his lover - who suffered because of his stubbornness. And although his whole being shuddered in protest, he decided to give up.

 

He shut his eyes tightly, painfully aware of that awful cracks and thwacks, and Hakkai's choking breaths, and that disgusting body pressed against him and tensed in anticipation. “Tell him to stop,” Gojyo was barely able to push those words through his clenched throat. “I'll do whatever you want, just make him stop.”

 

“I see you starting to learn,” Aka's voice again became low, almost purring. He had to make some gesture again, because sounds of whipping stopped; Gojyo could only hear Hakkai's hard breathing and his own heart pounding loud in his ears. “Good boy,” Aka whispered softly and…

 

Gojyo struggled hard to keep himself still when he felt hard lips pressed against his own. Don't think, don't feel, you're not here, he tried to order himself, but all that was in vain. He just couldn't push away all that disgust as those lips claimed him and crushed him painfully, as sticky, hot tongue forced itself inside, almost choking him and making him gag. It wasn't a kiss, it was punishment. A way of marking a territory. You are mine, those lips were saying. You are my property and I can do to you whatever I want. And you can't disobey me, because from now on you don't have free will to do anything against me. Because you are mine.

 

“Mhmm, that's much better, Red,” Aka broke the kiss and slowly shoved himself away. “Get used to it, because I think I will enjoy both of you equally.”

 

Gojyo heard soft steps, as Aka was walking away, but he just couldn't open his eyes. Not yet. He just couldn't force himself to look at that sicko again, he needed all his attention to keep himself from shuddering. “I think it would be enough for today,” Aka's voice seemed quiet and distant. “Sleep well, doggies. See you soon.”

 

Some more soft noises, some more steps, silent creak of iron bars. And another creak as the metal clamps let go of his wrists. It was so sudden that Gojyo lost his balance and fell down to his knees, unable to stand anymore. He heard loud thud next to him and he finally opened his eyes. Hakkai was there, half lying on the floor, bracing himself on one forearm and desperately trying to calm his breath.

 

“Are you all right?” asked Gojyo, his voice shaking along with his body. “Yes,” the quiet answer came. “Just little dizzy…”

 

Get up you jerk, Gojyo shouted at himself, get up and help him. You're fine, you still can move and he's beaten and in pain. Move your ass and help him!

 

Well, easy to say, but rather hard to do. The redhead tried his best to get up but his knees didn't want to listen. He gave up after few tries and just crawled at all four to his friend. “Sit up `Kai,” he ordered, grabbing his arm. “The floor is too cold to lie on it.” Hakkai leaned on him heavily as he gathered himself into more or less comfortable sitting position. “I'll be all right, Gojyo. Just give me a minute…”

 

“I'm sorry,” Gojyo mumbled under his breath as he saw the glimpse of Hakkai's chest. “It's all my fault.” The soft touch on his forearm almost made him flinch. “It's not your fault. In fact I would like to ask you not to do it again,” Hakkai's voice was as soft as his hand. “You don't have to sacrifice yourself for me.”

 

“Same goes for you,” the redhead finally found courage to look into his eyes. “Besides, if you think I would be watching peacefully as he--”

 

“What he did to you was far worse than all the whipping,” the brunette looked back at him with concern. “C'mon, it wasn't big deal,” Gojyo tried to shrug carelessly. “It wasn't like he raped me or something.” Yeah, it wasn't. So why do I feel like it was?

 

Gojyo couldn't suppress those embarrassing trembles anymore. He looked around, desperately trying to find something he could occupy himself with. And he did. In the nearby corner, right next to the bars, lay a pile of something that looked like blankets. “What's that?” he asked. “They left it,” Hakkai answered with small sigh. “Perhaps this Aka doesn't want us to freeze to death.”

 

“So we can't let his hospitality be wasted, can we?” Gojyo started to gather the covers to arrange them properly. His hands were shaking rather badly, but he tried not to pay attention. He spread thick pieces of cloth over the hard, cold floor, soothing some crumples here and there, making sure that nothing will disturb their sleep. There were enough blankets to make two separate beddings but it was really cold in here, so it would be smart thing to share body heat during the night. And he wanted to be close to Hakkai. Just in case.

 

“Here, it's done,” the redhead looked at his friend over his shoulder. “Lay down, `Kai. You're exhausted.” Hakkai winced slightly as he started to move forward and Gojyo quickly reached to help him but he hesitated. “Your arm,” he reminded himself. “You said it's dislocated.”

 

“It was,” Hakkai smiled slightly and rather painfully. “But it's all right now. I've probably fixed it accidentally, while I was… well, struggling… It doesn't hurt as much as before.”

 

“That's good,” Gojyo tried to return the smile but he failed miserably. “'Cause, as you can see, I'm in no shape to help you now.”

 

“Yes, I can see,” Hakkai sighed again as he finally laid down on that improvised bed. “Come on Gojyo, you can use some rest as well.” But Gojyo didn't respond. Frankly speaking, he didn't even hear his friend's words. Because now he could clearly see all the damage Aka had caused. Hakkai's whole torso was covered with long, thin marks. Most of them looked just like pink scratches, but others, especially on his midsection, were badly swollen and bright, angry red.

 

“Oh, dear gods, what has he done to you?!” the redhead gasped and frowned in painful expression. He wanted to get furious, to shout some more insults and promises of awful death towards that black bastard, but he couldn't. Suddenly his throat tightened painfully and his vision became blurry, with strange stinging presence just behind his half closed lids. “Hakkai…”

 

“It's okay, Gojyo. It really looks worse than it feels,” Hakkai grabbed him by the hand and gently pulled towards himself. “Come here, please. I need you.” Gojyo let himself to be dragged to Hakkai's side, but he didn't lay down. He just sat there, leaning against cold, hard wall and shutting his eyes tightly to keep those stinging tears from falling. Hakkai let out a heavy sigh and the next moment the redhead felt his friend's head resting firmly on his lap.

 

“We will survive,” said the brunette as his warm gentle hand started to stroke Gojyo's inner thigh with long, soothing moves. “We will survive everything and we won't break down. Because we are strong.”

 

Gojyo reached his own hand to touch dark strands covering his leg and tickling his bare stomach. They were in mess, damp with sweat and tangled, but still soft and silky. He buried his fingers in this incredible softness and tried not to think, not to remember. But he couldn't. “Yeah, we are strong,” he whispered, “but he's a crazy, perverted son of a bitch. You saw it in his eyes, didn't you? You realized it long before me, and that's why you were so scared.”

 

“Yes, I did,” Hakkai's voice was low and steady. “I know he can do with us everything he wants, he already showed us a nice sample of his sick taste but he can't break us as long as we remain ourselves. Just remember who you are, Gojyo. Nothing he will do can possibly take away your pride. Nothing.”

 

I'd really like to have your certitude, thought Gojyo, still caressing Hakkai's hair with his trembling hand. But look at me, I'm falling into pieces already. If it wasn't for you, I would be fucking puddle of pure fear. If it wasn't for you… “You right, Hakkai” he said aloud. “We'll survive. And Sanzo will surely come and kick that psycho's skinny ass.”

 

***

 

At last, he could relax. Relax - what a beautiful word. What a beautiful feeling. Almost forgotten feeling. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so excited that he actually could use the word `relax'. What a day! Aka leaned comfortably over the back of an armchair. The letter was sent. That crazy youkai bitch, no, scratch that, Almighty Gyokumen Koushu, should be satisfied enough to stop bugging him. So now he can focus on his new pets.

 

“Bring me some wine, Inuki,” he ordered. Immediately he heard soft footsteps behind his back and quiet tinkling of glass. Yeah, his Inuki was a perfect servant, so obedient and so devoted. In the blink of an eye Aka had his wine in front of him, with his little doggy moving quickly away, as he didn't want to disturb his master with his presence. So perfect.

 

Wine was perfect too. Deep red, like precious ruby, sparkling within crystal glass like liquid fire. Like Red's eyes. Aka smiled to himself as he took small sip. At first he took that boy only because he happened to fuck his favorite one. But now Aka didn't regret it, `cause Red appeared to be so hot, really like fire, and in spite of his big mouth he was just a little puppy, scared shitless and so easy to break. He had his pride though, every dog has it, and it would be such fun to humiliate him, maybe even in front of his beloved Green-eyed.

 

Yeah, Green-eyed. The one and only reason of all his efforts. Aka felt pleasant shivers under his skin as he thought of that proud, steady face. He expected to find in him another silent and obedient dog, but apparently he had mistaken his politeness with something else. Green-eyed wasn't submissive by nature, he wasn't so easy to see through like Red was. Oh, it will be so much fun to fuck him, to fuck them both senselessly. If he plays it wisely, sooner or later they will spread their legs willingly. And if they don't, there are always good old ropes and chains that will help them to get into willing mood. Oh yes, Green-eyed looked so beautiful bound to the wall, writhing under whip blows, his soft, creamy skin flushing, his full lips pulled back over his clenched teeth.

 

Aka shifted in his seat, feeling himself hardening because of that reminiscence. Yeah, it would be so much fun to tame and claim them both. Slowly, step by step, break their will, shatter their pride and rebuild them into new perfects servants. But for now… “Inuki, come here,” he put wine glass back on the table and watch as slender boy approached him quickly, his eyes fixed properly on the floor. Good doggy.

 

“Look at me,” ordered the dark man. The boy slowly lifted his chin and shyly met his gaze. “Your eyes are amazing, Inuki,” Aka's voice became low and husky. “They are so green. Almost like his. Maybe you will match his beauty as well when you grow up.” Yeah, that would be great. The young demon already looked like Green-eyed's younger brother. It would be great to own two such amazing dogs. To have them in bed with him, both at the same time. Or even without him. Yes, the two of them, caressing each other just to entertain their master. Aka moaned, half-closing his eyes, just to keep that vision. “On your knees, pet,” he ordered with a smile. “Show me how much you love your master.”

 

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To be continued

 

First of all: pyrzm and Tygrrlyli - thanks again! You are the first (but I hope not last) and so you will be in my heart forever.

 

A word of explanation about this Cats-o-nine of mine. I don't know if it's possible to make any kind of whip with silk strings. I'm not so familiar with S/M stuff. I just borrowed the idea from Robert E. Howard - he used similar kind of device in one of his stories about mighty Conan the Barbarian. I read it when I was young, innocent girl - and look at me now ^__^

 

And by the way, my Inuki has nothing to do with this nice dog (or was it a wolf?) from X-TV. It's just that, my Japanese vocabulary is very limited and I needed a good name for a dog. And it was the best I could think of.

 

Traumatic BunnyR (also known as Fluffy Domina :3)