Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Ring ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

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

Ru: I'm back!
Rui: Whatever...
Ru: ...T_T
Rui: Now you can die.
Ru: O_O Someone's in a bad mood.
Rui: ;_;
Ru: O_O
Rui: I...I'm just upset ok?!
Ru: Ummm...why?
Rui: *glares coldly* ...
Ru: ^_^;;;
Rui: *leaves*
Ru: Right...
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I don't own the series...even though I wish I did. ;_;
Warning: Shounen ai/Yaoi, rampant OOCness, etc.And there will be some slight lime in this chapter. I apologize if it reads like a bad yaoi manga. Some more Tatsuha torture as well…which is easier to write than it should be…Somehow I like mean Ryuichi…^_^
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Demon Ring
Chapter Five
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Tatsuha sighed as he sipped a steaming cup of tea, his eyes staring blankly ahead. The apartment was silent, the only sounds heard were Tatsuha's own breathing and the quiet clink of the tea cup when he set it down on the kitchen table.

Three days. It had been three days since he'd last seen or heard anything of Ryuichi. The demon had apparently switched personalities sometime during the night and, disgusted at the idea that little Ryuichi was sharing a bed with Tatsuha, had taken off before the painter woke up.

Now, three days later, Tatsuha was beginning to feel worried, although he'd never admit it if anyone asked. It was just...what if something happened? What if Ryuichi changed into little Ryuichi and someone tried to hurt him? He wouldn't be able to defend himself, since little Ryuichi was so vulnerable.

Tatsuha did his best to ignore the treacherous voice that told him he was equally worried about the older Ryuichi.

He couldn't.

Tatsuha frowned and felt himself begin to pout. This was ridiculous! He didn't care what the older Ryuichi did. Why should he? The demon was cruel to him every time they met and did his best to hurt him. Tatsuha couldn't think of any reason he should feel anything but dislike for him...except...

He'd hurt Ryuichi...hadn't he. He'd told Ryuichi that he wanted him to stay with him...that had been his wish. Ryuichi hadn't been given a choice. Since Tatsuha possessed the ring he was technically the demon's master. Ryuichi had to obey...

Tatsuha shuddered and his grip on the teacup tightened. It must be horrible for Ryuichi...to be the servant of whoever held the ring, to know that he had to listen to whatever that person wanted. Maybe Ryuichi had a reason for being the way he was...

The opening of the front door was loud in the stillness of the apartment. Tatsuha looked up from his teacup to see Ryuichi walk into the kitchen, a faraway, troubled look on his face.

When Ryuichi's eyes focussed on Tatsuha he seemed almost startled, and his eyes narrowed dangerously. Inwardly, Tatsuha sighed. He had a feeling this wouldn't be pretty.

"Good morning Ryuichi." Tatsuha said softly, hoping against hope to stop whatever was about to happen.

Ryuichi's eyes widened momentarily before narrowing further, and the demon advanced on Tatsuha, a hateful expression in his eyes that Tatsuha had never seen before.

"You." Ryuichi hissed and Tatsuha almost physically recoiled from the barely controlled rage he could make out in his voice. The demon's hand closed over Tatsuha's teacup and flung it into the opposite wall, the fragile piece shattering on impact with a loud crash that quickly brought Tatsuha to his feet, his eyes wide with shock and some fear as Ryuichi continued to advance on him, the murderous expression in his eyes deepening with every passing moment.

"What's wrong with you?!" Tatsuha began to back away as Ryuichi moved forward, not stopping until his back hit the wall behind him. "Why are you so angry?!"

Ryuichi halted directly in front of him and Tatsuha found himself transfixed by the enraged look in his eyes. "Why am I angry?" The demon took one shuddering breath. "Are you really that stupid? Why don't you think about it for a moment...master." Tatsuha flinched as Ryuichi’s hands slammed into the wall on either side of his head, the demon leaning forward until Tatsuha felt like he was drowning in an angry, spiteful, hate-filled ocean.

“Stop it.” Tatsuha managed, his own eyes beginning to spark with anger in response to Ryuichi’s rage.

“Stop…?” Ryuichi closed his eyes and laughed quietly, making Tatsuha wince at the bitter and empty sound. “I wish I could. I wish I could end this…end you. Did you know that? Did you ever realize how much I want to kill you?”

“Ryuichi…”

“I really, really do. More than anyone…you are the one I want to destroy. I want to hurt you until you beg for death, and then give it to you so slowly that you’ll suffer all the pain and anguish I’ve ever felt. I want to rip you apart and hear you scream. I despise you…”

“Stop.” Tatsuha’s eyes were tightly shut and his voice was no more than a tortured whisper. “Please.”

Ryuichi kept speaking, however, his eyes still closed and his hands still placed on either side of Tatsuha’s head. “I wish I could hurt you, but you have the strongest protection possible from me. The ring keeps you safe. As long as you have it…I can’t touch you. After all” he laughed harshly “what kind of slave would destroy his own master?” With that, Ryuichi was gone, leaving Tatsuha alone in the kitchen.
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Tatsuha sighed darkly as he finished sweeping up the shards of pottery that littered the kitchen floor. Ryuichi had been really angry, much angrier than he’d ever been before.

Tatsuha had never seen him be physically violent before.

But then…Ryuichi hadn’t ever…Tatsuha shuddered, dropping the cloth he had been using to mop up the tea that had splashed over the wall, counter, and floor. Ryuichi hated him. Tatsuha had suspected, a part of him had always known, but he’d wanted to be wrong. He’d wanted desperately to be wrong.

How stupid. Of course Ryuichi would hate him. Tatsuha was his jailer after all. He’d kept him here against his will for so long when it was obvious that Ryuichi wanted his freedom…wanted to get away.

Damnit how could he?! He wasn’t the type of person who would willfully hold someone hostage. So how could he have done so to Ryuichi? He wasn’t that desperate. He wasn’t that lonely.

Tatsuha sighed and finished mopping up the tea. He had no choice, he supposed. There really wasn’t any other option.

Tatsuha knew what he had to do.
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He had to get out of here. Ryuichi glared up at the ceiling of his room from his position on the bed. Tatsuha was driving him insane.
The painter knew now. He knew that Ryuichi hated him. He knew. Ryuichi wondered what he was thinking, how he’d react. What would Tatsuha do now that Ryuichi had revealed how much he was despised? Would he give Ryuichi back the ring and try to live his life as he had before, or would he try to ignore everything the demon had said and keep the ring to himself?

A treacherous voice in his head told Ryuichi he’d actually be a bit disappointed if Tatsuha gave the ring back to him.

He told it to shut up.

Seriously though…Why Tatsuha would prolong their suffering was beyond him, although, Tatsuha had made some rather…strange decisions regarding the demon in the short time they had known each other. The boy was probably some sort of closet masochist, Ryuichi mused. There was no other probable explanation for his odd behaviour.

Now Tatsuha was knocking on his door. Ryuichi could not understand what the painter would have to say to him after all that had just happened. He was probably right, he smirked to himself. Tatsuha probably did enjoy pain.

Grimacing, the demon forced himself to stand and walk the short distance to the door. Opening it, he stared coldly at the young painter who looked back at him calmly, his dark eyes betraying nothing of his purpose.

"What do you want?" Ryuichi's voice was weary, but held a sharp edge to it.

"I'm giving this back to you." Tatsuha said quietly and held the ring out to Ryuichi. Slowly, the demon took it from him and looked it over intently before turning his eyes back to Tatsuha's own.

"Do you know what you're doing by returning this to me now?" He asked carefully and Tatsuha nodded.

"I'm giving you your freedom." He replied. Ryuichi stepped back from the doorway and waved him into the room. Tatsuha moved past him and stood quietly in the centre of it. Ryuichi closed the door softly and turned to face him, his eyes cold.

"Why are you doing this?" His voice was icy. "Do you really understand what it means? Now that I'm free from the power of the ring, I'm under no obligation to keep you safe." He began to step closer to Tatsuha who began to look slightly nervous.

"I can hurt you." Ryuichi backed Tatsuha up until his legs hit the edge of the bed.

"I can kill you." Before Tatsuha could react, Ryuichi grabbed his wrists and threw him backwards, pinning him down against the sheets. Tatsuha struggled weakly before lying still, looking up at Ryuichi with wide eyes.

"What do you want me to say?" The demon snapped angrily. "Do you want me to thank you?! Do you want me to thank you for giving me back what you stole from me?!" Tatsuha continued to watch him without saying a word. Ryuichi's expression grew angrier and his grip on the painter's wrists tightened painfully. "Well?!"

"I don't want that." Tatsuha said quietly. "I don't want anything." He winced as the pressure on his wrists increased. "I just-" He broke off and Ryuichi leaned closer, placing more weight onto Tatsuha's hands.

"You just what?" His voice was colder than Tatsuha had ever heard it before.

"I just wanted to give it back to you!" He snapped and Ryuichi's grip loosened fractionally as the demon's eyes widened slightly with surprise. "I don't want anything back!" Ryuichi stared at him for a moment before laughing softly.

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" There was a mocking lilt to his voice.

"I don't care if you do!"

"You should." Ryuichi murmured and Tatsuha froze. "I could kill you right now if I wanted to." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Tatsuha's neck, somehow pleased at the slight shiver he received in response to the light touch.

Smirking slightly, Ryuichi bit down on the delicate flesh, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Dimly he heard Tatsuha gasp and he pulled back enough so he could see the painter's face. Ryuichi smirked maliciously, running his tongue over what Tatsuha could now see were two small fangs.

"What did you do to me?" Tatsuha asked, his eyes slightly fearful. Ryuichi's smirk widened.

"You'll see."

The reply was uninformative, but soon Tatsuha understood as a lancet of white hot pain shot through his body. Kept immobile by the demon above him, all Tatsuha could do was arch slightly, throwing his head to the side and closing his eyes as a sharp cry escaped his lips.

Agony. He was in agony.

It felt like he was dying. Ryuichi really was going to kill him. Hot tears of pain squeezed out from between his clenched eyelids. The demon actually hated him that much...

Ryuichi watched Tatsuha succumb to the pain, his eyes dark with an unnamable emotion. They darkened further when Tatsuha cried out and when he saw the tears, Ryuichi roughly moved both of Tatsuha's wrists above his head so that he could hold them both with one hand. His free hand traced the tear tracks on Tatsuha's face, the touch so light that the young painter seemed unaware of it. Then, his face blank, Ryuichi gripped the dark haired boy's chin and harshly forced his face upwards, leaning forwards so that his own mouth once again pressed against the wound on the painter's neck.

Gradually, the painful shudders ceased and Tatsuha slumped weakly back onto the bed, his breathing eventually slowing until it returned to normal. After a seemingly long period of time, Tatsuha's eyes fluttered open and he stared up at the demon who still held him captive. Ryuichi's expression was unreadable, but he stared down at Tatsuha with an intensity that made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Why did you stop it?" Ryuichi's eyes widened once more before he frowned thoughtfully. "Don't you want to kill me?"

Tatsuha was beginning to feel very confused. The demon had not stopped staring at him. Ryuichi's eyes burned into his with blue fire, their expression completely shadowed.

The tension between them grew, thickening until Tatsuha felt like it was choking him. When Ryuichi leaned towards him again, panic suffused his being. The young painter closed his eyes and waited for the sharp bite of the demon's fangs against his neck.

It was therefore a complete shock when he felt Ryuichi's lips press against his own in a brutal kiss.

Tatsuha's eyes flew open as the demon attacked his mouth, forcing the painter's lips apart so his tongue could slide past them. The kiss burned. Ryuichi laid waste to all of Tatsuha's physical defenses, subjugating every crevice of his mouth. It was as if, Tatsuha's eyes narrowed with the beginnings of anger, the demon was claiming him as property. Ryuichi was treating him like an object, and pinned down as Tatsuha was, he couldn't stop him.

When his mouth was finally released, Tatsuha glared icily up at the demon who was now smirking down at him in a very self-satisfied way.

"What the hell are you doing?" Tatsuha's voice was hot with rage. Ryuichi, keeping both the painter's hands above his head, trailed his free hand lightly down the side of his face. When his fingers slid over Tatsuha's lips, however, the dark haired boy snapped at them with his teeth, forcing Ryuichi to draw back his hand, an amused expression on his face.

"I never thought you would be rough in bed." The demon taunted and Tatsuha's face flushed with fury.

"I don't want you to touch me!" He snapped angrily and renewed his struggles, futily attempting to throw Ryuichi off of him. The demon easily maintained his position above Tatsuha, his mouth twitching with what seemed to be derisive amusement.

"Pointless." The statement made Tatsuha's movements cease abruptly, and he sagged against the bed. His lean body was tense with a heady mixture of anger and fear and his eyes burned with both emotions. Ryuichi was far stronger than he was. Tatsuha could not move him. "Why are you so shocked? Didn't you expect something like this to happen?"

"I expected you would try to kill me." Tatsuha said harshly, a note of hysteria creeping into his voice. "I wasn't expecting you to try to rape me!" Ryuichi laughed loudly and Tatsuha tensed further at the cruel sound.

"I don't want to rape you." His free hand was moving down over Tatsuha's face and neck, pausing at the collar of his shirt. The demon leaned forward so that his face was centimetres away from that of the boy beneath him. "I was actually hoping for something consensual." His smirk widened when Tatsuha's eyes blazed with fury and he surged forward when the painter's mouth opened to retort, forcefully sealing Tatsuha's lips with his own.

Tatsuha gasped for air as his mouth was plundered once again. He resisted the urge to bite down hard on Ryuichi's tongue, the memory of the pain that could be inflicted still freshly imprinted on his mind and body. The demon's free hand continued its trip down his body, sliding over the material of his T-shirt until it reached the hem.

Deftly, Ryuichi slid his hand underneath the soft material, running his fingers over Tatsuha's bare skin. The light touch felt very nice, and Tatsuha moaned softly into Ryuichi's mouth before he could stop himself. The demon broke the kiss and grinned down at him while Tatsuha cursed himself and Ryuichi, finding himself unable to deny that it had felt good.

"Still say no?" The demon's taunting voice reawakened Tatsuha's anger and he remembered why he was so against this...this...violation, his mind supplied, and the flame of his rage was fed, making it burn hotter inside of him.

"Of course I still say no!" He snapped and was rewarded with another wide grin before the hand under his shirt gripped the material and yanked it over his head, leaving it twisted around Tatsuha's elbows before he released his grip on his wrists.

The painter, feeling the pressure on his arms released, struggled to free them from the restrictive grasp of the shirt. Thusly occupied, he was unprepared for what Ryuichi did next and could not hold back the cry of surprise when the demon's mouth descended on the delicate skin of his neck.

Ryuichi's lips slid idly up Tatsuha's throat before they parted, and he felt teeth scrape lightly over his flesh. The demon began a gentle wet suction, his lips, teeth, and tongue teasing Tatsuha's senses.

It felt good. Very good. Tatsuha felt his eyelids grow heavy and he fought the urge to let them drift shut in response to the pleasure he was experiencing.

He abandoned the attempt to free his arms and let them fall back against the bed-covers. The tension seeped from his body as Ryuichi continued his pleasurable assault. His mouth had traveled from his neck to his ear, and Tatsuha shivered at the feeling of the demon's breath against his skin.

"You're enjoying this." Ryuichi's voice was smug and self satisfied, but Tatsuha could not summon the energy necessary to retort. "I'm not a rapist. You'll have to tell me what you want."

Tatsuha's eyes widened and he turned his face to Ryuichi, shaking his head slightly. This was too much. It was humiliation at its peak. Ryuichi had forced him to feel, to physically want this, and now he was taking away any opportunity Tatsuha had of rationalizing the event in his mind. He was forcing Tatsuha to shoulder responsibility for what Ryuichi was doing to him.

"I can't." He said it quietly, but there was a hint of steel in his voice. Ryuichi smirked at that and let his hands wander over Tatsuha's skin. One hand drifted lazily over his chest as the other teased at the waistband of his jeans, Ryuichi's fingers slipping just underneath it. Tatsuha gasped and glared up at him again, his body arching slightly into the light touch of Ryuichi's hands.

"Tell me what you want." Ryuichi's voice was calm and collected, his tone betraying very little of the amusement he was undoubtedly feeling. "It's only one sentence." His hands ghosted over Tatsuha's sides and hips, and his next words were muffled against the painter's throat and chest. "It shouldn't be so difficult."

Tatsuha gasped as Ryuichi's tongue slid over a particularly sensitive area. He gave a defeated sigh as the demon continued his assault, obviously having no problem coercing him into making a certain choice. "I...I want..." He stopped himself, furiously sinking his teeth into his lower lip.

"What do you want?" Ryuichi's voice was quieter now, a whisper against his skin.

"I want you to stop." He said it quickly, the half-truth almost bitter in his mouth as it fell from his lips.

"Really." The demon's face was directly above his own then, and Tatsuha had to fight to prevent himself from turning away from the intense stare. They looked at one another for a long moment before Ryuichi's mouth twisted into a humorless smile and his hand moved below Tatsuha's waist, causing him to arch upwards with a cry of surprised pleasure. The demon's other hand threaded through Tatsuha's hair and yanked him into another kiss.

Tatsuha briefly thought that Ryuichi seemed almost angry that he had been defied, but it was swept away by the intensity of the kiss and Ryuichi's caress. When the demon's mouth broke away from his own, the young painter felt as if he was suspended in a dense fog and struggled vainly to regain some of his mental faculties.

"You're a terrible liar." Ryuichi's voice was again calm, and Tatsuha envied him his apparent composure. "Tell me what you really want." Tatsuha struggled to say it again, to protest everything Ryuichi was doing to him. His lips parted as he gasped for air and began to speak.

"I want you." His voice was weak and shaky. Tatsuha felt tears of anger and frustration build up in the corners of his eyes. He had lost. He knew that now more than ever as Ryuichi's face shone with triumph. He had been so stupid!

Tatsuha let his eyes slide shut as he felt Ryuichi remove his remaining clothing. The pleasure clouding his mind increased in intensity and Tatsuha began to lose more and more of his ability to think. Vaguely, he realized that the tears that had built up were falling from behind his closed eyelids and streaking down his face.

He was crying. He hadn't cried in years.

The pleasure grew to a fevered pitch and Tatsuha found himself crying out with ecstasy in response to it, even as he shed tears in response to the turmoil in his mind. His body was on fire. Pain and pleasure combined in a heady mix that made his body crave something he couldn't name, something he had never experienced.

He was so close, riding a wave of incredible sensation that finally crashed over him, consuming his senses completely as it bore him into the depths of unconsciousness. As his senses faded, all Tatsuha could think was that he hadn't wanted this, but it had felt too good.
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Ru: AHHHH!!! *dies*
Rui: *blushing* That really sucked.
Ru: *blushes* Don’t s-say that!
Rui: ??? *blushes* Damnit!
Ru: Umm…what do I say? This was so bad. *cries* I’m sorry!!!
Rui: *mutters* Well as long as you know. *runs away, her hands covering her cheeks*
Ru: *screams angrily after her* WAIT! Come back! *panics and runs*