Mirage Of Blaze Fan Fiction ❯ Not Like This ❯ Not Like This ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Not Like This

Fandom: Mirage of Blaze

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Naoe x Takaya

Warnings: Non-con/Rape, Alternate Timeline

Disclaimer: Standard rules apply, I do not own any part of Mirage of Blaze nor do I make a profit from this. This is all for the fun of it.

AN: This is my half of the mutual challenge between myself and Blue. It is my first solo non-con. So please R & R and please if you haven't yet go and read Takaya's Surrender. Thank you.

Not Like This

Takaya awoke from the dream screaming her name again, "Who was she?" Naoe was right there, as always, by his side ready to help him however needed. The lonely youth in Takaya wanted to reach out and embrace that comfort, but he still feared that Naoe didn't see him, that he only saw Kagetora.

"Who is Minako?" Takaya knew he didn't know a Minako. Was this one of Kagetora's memories? If so Naoe should know, he should be able to explain why she cried. Why she screamed in a voice too much like his own of unforgiveness. Takaya hated the fact that he could still feel a cold sweat trickling down his back and that a slight tremble still shivered down his arms as he sat up on the bed. Turning eyes that begged for answers upon the older man he silently pleaded for an explanation to his nightmares.

"You cannot blame me."

What? Thoughts raced across the youth's mind. Why would he blame Naoe? No, not he… Kagetora. Why couldn't he make his teacher see him? Hurt the words spilled out of his mouth, "What are you saying? You've been acting so strange lately."

"It's too difficult," the velvet voice of the older blonde trailed to silence.

Too difficult? The boy wanted to scream but such a vent to his frustrations would get him no closer to the truth he wanted. No, not so, the truth he needed. "What is it? C'mon tell me. If you wanna say something just go ahead and say it already! Did I say something to piss you off? Have I done something to annoy you?

Despite the anger and frustration that laced the tone, Takaya was torn inside with the hurt of it. Why can't he just see me, only me? Why must it always go back to Kagetora?

"Are you afraid of hurting others?"

"Am I what?" The dark-haired man was confused now. Was Naoe trying to change the conversation?

"You have no idea of what has happened," Naoe's voice was losing its normally calm edge. "What I'm afraid of is you! Your entire existence, you're the one who is threatening me and you will never, ever understand. Unless you're me."

Panic, a cold shaft of fear pierced Takaya's chest forcing him to his feet. In an attempt to push the unwanted fear aside, he retreated into anger, "That's enough! Have you lost it?"

A long pause greeted the fierce question. Slowly, almost thoughtfully, Naoe pulled himself to his feet. "You're the one that breaks me. You're misunderstanding everything!" With focused determination the blonde began a slow prowl around the foot of Takaya's bed.

"I am not just a convenient protector! Nor am I your mentor!" Naoe halted at the start of the small aisle separating the two beds effectively trapping the younger man so that he had to hear out the rest of the speech. "Right now, do you have any idea what it is that I desire from you? At this very moment?"

The panic that had found a foothold earlier didn't lessen. Nor did the thought that Naoe was only looking at him and seeing Kagetora fade away. But now there was an added terror as the young man wondered if he meant just what those words and that tone implied. Trying to snarl he spit out the words, "Why you…"

However the angry outburst was going to go it was abruptly halted as Naoe pinned him back against the wall, "Who are you? What are you doing??"

In a desire roughened voice came the last answer Takaya expected, "I am your loyal servant. I serve and obey."

No, no, no! This isn't happening! Takaya's mind screamed at him. The boy tired to shove away from the wall, scrabbling to push Naoe off. The blonde caught his chin in one hand and tried to press their lips together.

With his mind screaming at him to do something Takaya's struggles intensified. But he underestimated Naoe's strength, strength that had never been turned against him before now. With little effort his wrists were pinned above his head in a bruising grip. A madly feral gleam lit the light brown eyes as he surveyed his captive.

Takaya's anger lasted only a heartbeat as he felt the iron grip around his wrists. As it faded it left the fear naked on his face which didn't last long either, a soft sigh signaled the defeat that washed into the hazel eyes. For a moment things could have played out differently, the vice-like grip eased just slightly but fate took a harsh turn as Naoe clenched his hands shut again.

"Don't worry, my lord, you are in capable hands."

"Naoe, please… don't…" Takaya had never felt as helpless as at this moment. Never before had he ever had to beg for anything much less for freedom.

"I am your dog and I shall not be parted from you. As I am yours, you are my master. Mine!"

Takaya drew in a shaky breath to protest further only to have it stolen as his teacher crushed their lips together not allowing the teen to escape in the slightest. It was rough, it was demanding, it was all the things a first kiss should not herald and the will to fight had not been completely stripped from the dark-haired youth. There was a muffled whimper that turned into a quiet growl as Takaya bit down on the older possessor's lip.

Brown eyes widened in surprise as Naoe jerked his head back, small droplets of red staining his shirt as the torn skin was allowed to bleed freely. Takaya snarled even though his eyes told the truth, he knew his struggles would be pointless. Not only would he lose this fight to his mentor, he would be still be lost as Kagetora and Naoe would never know the true extent of damage that he would do.

A loud slap resounded through the room and a red mark covered the better half of the boy's face. A small stain of blood still on his lips from trying to attack the possessor made a morbid accompaniment for the bruise rising to the surface under the mark. "Why do you fight me? You are mine," the low voice seemed mildly puzzled but no less demanding.

"This isn't right… Please, Naoe, look at me. This isn't how it should be." Takaya raised the empty eyes back up to his teacher in a desperate attempt to try and make him see reason.

"Mine," was all that was growled before Naoe used his grip on the slim wrists to throw the boy onto his bed quickly pinning the struggling body down with his greater mass. Takaya tried to scramble away but knew in his heart of hearts he wasn't fast enough or strong enough to evade the older man. When his wrists were again trapped the dark-haired possessor unknowingly made a soft whimper of defeat. The sound wrought a growl from the blonde as the wrists were transferred to a one-handed grip, the now freed hand beginning a possessive exploration of the t-shirt covered skin.

Takaya felt the icy cold hand of fear wrap around his heart and began to kick and buck as the hand made its way to his waistband. Such instinctive thrashing served no purpose as Naoe calmly straddled the slim hips and planted his weight on Takaya's thighs. "You only make things more difficult this way."

With the same predatory brightness in his eyes, lips were applied to the side of Takaya's neck using harsh suction to quickly bruise a patch of skin. The wandering hand resuming it's exploration of the flat stomach tugging up the shirt so that the clasp of the youth's jeans was easily reached. Closing his eyes against the tears that were threatening, Takaya went limp under his captor not caring to struggle anymore.

Another low growl vibrated against the abused skin as the button on the jeans was torn loose and the zipper roughly yanked down. The tears slowly leaked from his eyes; the young possessor's thoughts absolute turmoil. It can't be like this, it can't. I don't want it to be like this, I never wanted it to be like this. Please, Naoe, stop this, I want it to be you. I want you to see me.

A rough hand shoved the jeans partway down and slid into the soft boxers wrapping around the flaccid member. Now Takaya bit at his own lip not wanting to respond to the touch. A silent sob heaved his chest as the warm encircling fingers ran over the flesh in an insistent stroke. Naoe raised his head to look down on his lord while continuing to stimulate the reluctant boy with commanding movements of his wrist.

When he felt Takaya begin to harden against his palm the elder gave a hungry purr. Leaning over to lap at the salty trails heading down from his student's eyes he murmured, "I think we've waited long enough, don't you, my prince?" Without waiting for a response, Naoe released the half-erect member in favor of stripping away the pants and boxers. A feral smile curled up the corners of the blonde's lips as he took in the slightly flushed appearance of the boy's skin.

With the quick movements like a hunting cat Naoe slipped the jacket from his shoulders and clawed his tie off. Lowering his head back down to lap at the claiming discoloration along the teen's neck he proceeded to tear open his button-down shirt. Shoving the black shirt up to expose the pale skin of Takaya's chest the blonde began laying sharp nips to the flesh, running a rough and hungry tongue over the darker circles of the young man's nipples. A strained whimper escaped the possessor's lips as he couldn't resist the dark thrill of pleasure that washed through him as the sensitive flesh was stimulated.

Naoe's brown eyes flashed in satisfaction at the reaction, sucking on one of the abused circles savoring the taste as he loosened his belt and began to wriggle out of his dress slacks. A soft growl rattled in his throat as he slid between the boy's thighs, his free hand going to press the slim hips to the mattress. The added weight of the confident hand caused the hazel eyes to flash open, the young possessor not bothering to try to mask his terror as the long fingers curled in a bruising grip on the slight curve of his hip.

In a moment of morbid courage Takaya looked into the flashing russet eyes and knew that Naoe was beyond hearing or seeing anything beyond this heated moment. This realization didn't stop the pain that screamed through his nerves when his mentor began to drive into his virgin opening. The pain welled up to an overwhelming level as he felt like he was being torn in two by the first rough thrust. Takaya gave into the instinct to scream and tried to pull away from the hurt forgetting how neatly he was pinned under the bigger man's weight.

Heedless of the screams from his lord and the panic that tensed every muscle in the lean body beneath him, Naoe kept thrusting into the tight passage. His low voice rumbled softly through all the cries of pain, the words at odds with his actions. The litany strung together of phrases of eternal love and devotion, praise for the lithe, beautiful form beneath his hands, admiration for the fiery temper and strength that now lay broken in the boy he was laying claim to.

Mercifully, Takaya's mind stopped processing the sensations tearing through him. The constant raw pain of the repeated thrusts, the ache wrapping around his wrists as they were crushed in the strong hand and the horror of what was happening to him slid into a numbing cocoon of separation. After an eternity that only lasted a matter of minutes everything stopped.

The only sounds in the room were the harsh breathing of the older possessor and a small whimper that escaped the younger man as Naoe pulled away. Too weak to do much, Takaya tried to curl in upon himself every movement sparking small flares of pain from his abused body. Tears fell unheeded from the hazel eyes and he was too broken at the moment to muster the energy to fully cry. His mind was locked into a cycle of denial and didn't register when the strong arms that had been so cruel pulled the ruined body into a warm embrace.

The soft rumble of his mentor's voice brushed against his ear, "I love you."

Bruised lips formed words that barely ghosted out into the air as Takaya yielded to the dark wings of oblivion, "It wasn't supposed to be like this."