Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Le Maree Della Guerra (The Tides of War) ❯ The Fall of the Mighty ( Chapter 14 )

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Le Maree Della Guerra (The Tides of War)

By: Revamp

Movement 14: The Fall of the Mighty

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Cold, blue eyes stared upon the octopus in realization as a moment of panic shot through the orca's heart.

“How did you-“

“Accord,” Doku's gaze never broke. He wanted answers, and he was going to get them.

Isatsu said nothing. He merely continued to stare the sage down as if he wished he would just turn around and leave, abandon this mission. However, he knew that would not be the case. After the pause became longer than Doku wanted, he uttered the orca's title, pressing him.

“I don't want to talk about it.” Why would? No one wanted to talk about a moment in which they were shamed, a moment in which they almost died.

“I do,” Doku was relentless, just as Isatsu knew he would be.

“Tough luck,” he wasn't going to tell him. Isatsu really wished this guy would screw off.

“I want to know,” Doku continued to stand his ground.

“Why?” Isatsu didn't see a point in all of this. That octopus needed to respect his wishes. There was a distinct difference between the two. The orca was a king. He didn't have to give him anything. Isatsu owed him nothing.

“It seems painful. Humiliating…” Doku's words assaulted him like a barrage of needles.

“Stop,” the orca felt every single one. His sharp teeth gritted together in irritation and pain. He didn't want his wounds exposed, but here Doku was, ripping and tearing at his flesh and forcing them to the surface.

“It is then,” Doku didn't need any more proof. He had managed to stab him where it hurt, and it felt more than satisfying.

“I don't need to be reminded of the past. I get that enough,” the orca wanted nothing more to do with him at this point. His mind was filled with memories of the past, abrasive against his heart. They reminded him of who he was at the core, a weak, pained child who would never truly have control over his circumstances.

His small body hit the ground with a harsh thud. The orca cried out in anguih and curled into a ball as pain resonated throughout his body. “Why did you do that for? It hurt.”

“Don't complain,” an ominous shadow loomed above him and stared down at him with cold eyes. His presence was large and crushing, someone who forced people to bow at his feet. King Fuma was daunting, a cold and evil man.

“I'm scared,” even someone like Isatsu, his own son couldn't help but cry at his feet.

“Stop being insolent and weak. Get over here,” his father demanded. His voice was cold and harsh, causing the child to flinch at his tone.

Despite that, he pulled himself off of the ground, his small body aching as he arose. His small hand clutched his affected area, right below his rib cage. One foot in front of the other as he made his way over to his father. Isatsu's small teeth gritted with every step he took, but he knew he'd be in far worse trouble if he didn't get over there.

He stopped short of the figure, tall and regal with a long, red cape and curly, white and black hair that nearly mirrored his own. Eyes of fading innocence looked up into the slanted, evil eyes of his father but their gazes were only short-lived before Isatsu was suddenly grabbed by the shoulder. A sharp pain resonated in his gut as the breath was beaten out of him. King Fuma had picked him up and kneed him in the stomach as hard as he could. His father's savage, long claws dug into his flesh, drawing blood that pooled through the white fabric of his button-up shirt.

“Life is cruel, deal with it,” those words rung through his ears as he lay on the ground gasping and clutching his stomach. His tears flowed from his face, dissipating into the water.

“I've had enough punishment in life,” the memories faded from his mind as he was brought back to see that octopus, still staring at him with cold, red eyes.

“It's cruel. You shouldn't have been treated that way,” Doku might not have had parents, but he knew that was probably not a way that they treated their young. From what he knew about other denizens, the ones who had parents took care of and protected them.

“This isn't…what she would have wanted…” Isatsu closed his eyes as the words of his mother flowed through him.

“You'll grow up to be a great king. You'll be proud and filled with love for the orca.” The words of a dead queen who wanted so much more for her son. The words of a broken vision. The woman who meant more to him than anyone in the world empowered him and saddened him all in the same.

“She was proud of me, you know,” Isatsu's voice dropped an octave as his mind continued to be assaulted with haunting visions of the past. All that he tried so desperately to lock in the confines of his head came rushing fourth like water bursting a dam.

The small orca sat in the dark confines of a room, tears cascaded from his face and he was unable to stop them. His knees were brought up to his face in an attempt to hide him as he continued to sob. His brother sat at his side and placed a hand on his knee and offered him a bit of sympathy.

“What's wrong?” Black eyes looked into misty blue as Zankou tried to assess the situation.

“Why am I so hated?” Isatsu's sobbed.

“Dad's just a jerk,” Zankou tried to chide his brother's tears.

“Last time, he broke my ribs and told me it was because he wanted me to be stronger. He said I'm weak and I deserve to die.” It wasn't fair. Isatsu felt like no matter what he did, he would always be nothing more than a weak child, unfit for the harsh world around him.

“Too bad about that,” the orca spoke with a twisted, bitter smile. “When I was young, Fuma left me in the middle of nowhere. I was scared. I stayed in one spot and I waited for him. I thought he'd come back for me…he never did. After that, I wandered around until I could find the castle. I got there and I felt pretty good that I found my way back, being so young. I went up to Fuma, then everything turned black. I was dropped to the ground and when I woke up he told me to come to him. He kneed me in the stomach and told me that life was cruel. I talked to Zankou when he showed up later. I told him that I hated Fuma and he should too, but he didn't listen,” the orca summed up the thoughts that haunted him. Since Doku wanted to know about him, then he would tell him.

“I followed him around, even though I didn't feel up to it because the piece of trash broke my ribs,” Isatsu then frowned in irritation. “Fuma just told me not to trust anyone.”

“Manipulative,” Doku's words were cold as ice once again. He might have hated the Orca King, but he was beginning to understand little by little why he was the way he was. In a way, he could relate to those feelings of malice.

“I had to trust him. He'd make me strong. It filled my head with false thoughts, but it was an outlook on life. He beat me up to teach me to obey him. Obeying my father was my way of life. I was a mindless creatures with no direction of my own. A slave. A drone,” Isatsu knew the sad truth of his life. Who he was in the present was due to his father's hands, molding him to his liking. No matter how much he pulled against him, Isatsu knew in the end that he was nothing but a monster.

“How sad,” the octopus averted his eyes.

At first he judged him for being a killer, but Doku was beginning to wonder if maybe he had reasons for doing what he did. He had known some of them, but they were becoming more and more apparent to him. For someone who was royalty, Isatsu far from had a life of perks. In fact, he was treated like a slave and punching bag by his own father.

It made him glad he didn't have parents who raised him.

“I couldn't speak my mind. I had no mind of my own. I even bowed to him,” Isatsu couldn't help but bitterly laugh at his own pathetic ways.

“Disgusting,” even though Doku said it a lot he meant it far more than he had before.

“I was disobedient a lot. Your parents died when you were born, right? You were so mad when I told you that I killed mine. You never asked me why,” Isatsu wondered if it was better to have parents who abused you or have parents that were dead. The latter seemed better by comparison.

“I am sorry. I feel awful. I wouldn't wish for parents like that.” At first he was jealous because he felt as if Isatsu had merely killed off something he wished he had gotten the chance to experience. Something he felt that it would have been nice to have. However, not all parents were the nurturing beings he had seen walking their children through the streets of Nautica.

“I'd rather not remember my past,” the orca closed his eyes again, trying to rid himself of the memories before a hand was sat on his shoulder.

“I never knew,” Doku truly felt like an asshole for that assumption.

“Doku…” Isatsu stared at the octopus.

“You were merely a calf,” in ways, Doku knew what it was like to be a child on your own, but this brought a whole new level of introspection.

“I'm the trash. I told you that,” the orca smirked as another flashback pounded his mind, assaulting him with visions of the past.

Swords clashed as the two adolescent brothers engaged in a practice duel. They thrusted their blades forward, trying to get a hit in on each other. Both of them fought with passion and tenacity, determined to win over the other as they moved around the room. Their dress shoes scuttled around on the hardwood floors.

The two swords banged against each other again, blades sliding slightly as they put up resistance.

“Why must we fight each other?” Zankou didn't want things to be like this. The elder orca merely wanted to live a peaceful life and free the orca from the spell his father cast upon them.

“You were destined to die,” Isatsu replied in a stone cold voice. If anyone was going to rise to the top, it would be him. He gone through far too much just to fall again

“If that's true, then you'll be a good king. I wish we could have spent more time together,” Zankou had many regrets. That was one of them. Even if he would die, the elder brother was going to accept his death in grace.

After all, there was nothing else he could do in this situation. King Fuma's rule was absolute.

“All of my life, I saw the denizens with their parents. I often wondered how that would feel. I had no one but Dokuro.” A world where someone's parents took care of them since birth was a strange one for the octopus. Hell, a world where someone's parents were alive to see them born into the world was strange to him.

“I'd rather have had it that way. You're free to do what you want,” the orca's voice softened. “It sounds nice.”

“You can't help the way you are. Everyone hated you because you were the cursed son of Fuma. I think you lost hope because in the end it didn't matter. Maybe that's why you became a Sea King. You felt you had nothing else to lose. However, you gained a lot from it. I think we all have,” even now, he was learning things that he had not known. Being someone whose body was composed mostly of brain cells, the octopus had always been fascinated with learning about the world around him - including people he initially disliked.

How did he feel about the orca, knowing all of this? He couldn't be too certain.

“The sad thing is…you're right,” the orca couldn't help but laugh at his misfortune in all of this.

“The King of Sorrow,” Doku felt that was a more appropriate title to give him, rather than the cruel Orca King.

“You're a great person, as much as I hate you. I could never prove myself to anyone.” The sick, sad factor of it was that Doku was highly regarded in the royal court. He was known as an important figure, a genius worthy of praise. All Isatsu ever got was the brand of a cursed, hated man.

The scum of the ocean.

“Why are you still trying? No one would have done the things you have,” as far as the octopus was concerned, Isatsu didn't really need to try anymore. He made a name for himself that went above and beyond the negative stigma. It was just a shame that no one else could see it.

What a tease. Why would Doku throw such things up in his face?

“Shut up,” Isatsu gritted his teeth, “I know I can never be what I desire.”

Doku was as cruel as ever. What an asshole.

“It's painful for you,” Doku should be happy that he had the upper hand in this conversation, but he was far from that. It felt wrong to poke fun at him for things like this.

“What does it mean to survive, anyway?” Isatsu had always wondered about that. What was the point of continuing to live on if all he was met with was disappointment and pain? Denizens often said that if you wanted something you had to work for it and nothing was ever gained from someone who expected things to come to them in life. If that was true, then why was his plights met with nothing but downfall? Nothing good seemed to happen in his life and even when it did; it came with a price that outweighed the good thing he got.

“You're considerably less disgusting,” in Doku's viewpoint, that meant something. Even if he had but a tiny bit more of respect for this awful man, it was more than he had before.

“The pain dulls over time, right?” More than anything, Isatu knew that to be true at least.

Visions of that day crossed his mind. The pain that seared through his body, the blood trailing from the spikes that were driven into his hands and feet as it leaked out into the ocean's murky waters, and the cheering of denizens around him who wanted nothing but his death. Chains that bound him to the large, driftwood cross did little to ease the tearing of his hands and feet.

“What's one more harsh word?” The orca's voice began to take on a happy sense of unstable delusion. “I love it. Can't get enough.”

“You don't have to hide your sadness from me,” Doku had already pulled that veil away that the orca tried so hard to keep up. It was made of material thin enough to see his tears through. In all honesty he looked far more pathetic doing this than he had being honest with himself.

“Don't lecture me. I hate denizens telling me what to do. I like that I don't give a fuck.” Again, Isatsu tried so hard to keep up his shroud of arrogance, but it was slowly crumbling.

“I might not know all of your pain, but I can relate to you,” Doku reached forward and wrapped his arms around the orca's built form and embraced him, “I'm sorry.”

“Y-You-“ Isatsu tried to speak as he felt the octopus against him. Doku's body was cool, like bed sheets and he smelled like the ocean waters. Soft, red hair moved around him in the depths of the water.

“Hush,” the octopus chided him, “let's stay like this.”

He shouldn't have wanted to. He shouldn't have wanted this but somehow he did. There was something about comforting this beast of a man that felt interesting to Doku. He couldn't put his finger on why he wanted to, he only knew that he did.

“Why?” Isatsu didn't know why his enemy was taking pity on him. The fact that he was slightly annoyed him, but that feeling was soon drowned out by his touch.

Isatsu couldn't deny that this man was beautiful. Winning over a hug from him should seem like a great feat, but it had not.

“You have a good life now, King Isatsu. Everyone is kind here. You don't have to worry,” Doku wanted to reassure him of that. Isatsu didn't need to treat things like he must still fight. That simply wasn't true.

“There is this war, just like the last…”

Oro glanced up to through the water, stained with the blood of war. Above them were a vast amount of airships, they sailed above them, defying all that was known to logic as they cut through the water. They showered everyone below with magic lasers and cannon balls. Explosions and cries of anguish ripped through the currents as bodies littered the ground.

“Accord's troops are becoming airborne. What do we do now?” Oro asked. The situation was looking pretty bad for the troops of Nautica.

“We only have two flying ships left. This is bad,” Isatsu stated the obvious and looked thoughtful for a moment.

“Orca King, stand back!” Oro tried to keep his ally at bay, but it only proved to be futile.

Accord stood on the bough of one of the ships, looking down at the war raging below He saw Isatsu make a decisive move, cutting through the water and coming at him at full speed. “Orca King!” He yelled and threw out his hand, signaling the cannons. “Fire!”

“Nice try,” Isatsu said as he had come eye-level with the ship. The orca extended his claws, their deadly points reaching towards the water's surface before he plunged them into his chest. They popped and sliced his flesh, digging to his very core as he drew out a piece of his very soul.

It shimmered and glowed in the murky waters before separating into streams that morphed into winding snake-like appendages. They extended into the waters, where they grew to impressive lengths. The ghostly monsters had long, pointed noses with an array of sharp teeth and wicked eyes.

They appendages ripped through Accord's armies, killing and consuming their screaming bodies. The corpses were ripped apart in their savage teeth as blood spilled through the waters.

“What the hell are those? Kill them now?” Accord stepped back, his body trembling. Widened black eyes with white pupils could do nothing but stare in horror as the orca laughed, fueled by madness.

All around him, his men screamed and bled. The firing of lasers and canons were mixed with pained noises and the wreckage of fallen ships as the spirits slammed through them, destroying them. Wood fell around him in a rain of destruction as Isatsu called out `Spike attack! Vine Spirits!'

“Abandon ship!” Accord yelled as he headed for the end of his vessel. He had no choice but to retreat. The shark knew that there was no way to even get close to defeating him at this rate.

“Feel my wrath and bathe in blood,” the orca called out, licking his lips. “I want to taste it.”

Before he could say anything else, one of the spirits turned around, coming at his form with opened jaws.

“What?” Oro asked as he watched from ground level as the spirit's jaws clamped around Isatsu.

A pained scream was let out as widened eyes saw the damage dealt to his body. The orca watched as sharp teeth pierced him, nearly cutting him in half. Red blood clouded into the water and a pain so great it numbed him resonated through his form.

Accord floated down through the water, watching as his body's betrayal took place. The shark laughed at his enemy's failure. “Stupid!”

Oh, how hilarious it was to see Isatsu's very soul turn against him and try to kill him! What a delight!

“He can't control his own attack,” Oro shouted as the other extensions of Isatsu's spirits fought against each other, the rebellious one took out the others that tried to aid their master. Everyone on the ground scattered in pandemonium as the airship hit the ground and shattered into pieces.

“My powers weren't fully developed then.” It was still an awful stain on his past, and a humiliating one at that.

“Accord is such a bastard,” the octopus rested his head on Isatsu's chest, listening to the beating of the orca's heart. It was strange really, to listen to a creature that only had one heart.

“I don't think he used to be all bad. Collossus changed his mind. Accord killed Ketzel's mother because she was a traitor who rebelled against his ways and helped found Nautica. She loved another shark and she wouldn't let Accord kill him. I heard she died with her son in her arms,” Isatsu explained the incidents that took place in the past.

“Sickening,” Doku might not have liked Ketzel, but he had to admit those actions were disgusting.

“She tried to fight, but she couldn't protect her pups,” the orca added.

“War is useless. I wish everyone could see that,” the sea didn't need such things. Doku didn't even see the point in this war. Fundamentally, both sides wanted similar ideals. Why fight over them now? Why fight over them among themselves?

What a pointless waste of life.

“You'd think I'd like war, but I don't,” Isatsu thought everyone would think such things, considering how much of an affinity he had for blood and violence. However, he only liked it in isolated incidents, not when the whole world indulged itself in such ideals.

“The last Deep Sea War was merely to determine which way of life was better for the sea creatures,” in that aspect, it was also pointless as Doku thought denizens should live whatever way of life they wanted to.

“Everyone wants the glory, because of that war I have to live in guilt. I fought him when I was fifteen,” Isatsu recalled a painful time in his life.

Even despite that, he couldn't help but feel warmth between the two. Doku's frigid body somehow felt nice against his own. He could feel his tentacles around him, swaying in the currents. The smell of the ocean was strong in his senses and red hair floated in the water. Slowly, he brought up a hand to rest it on the octopus' back.

“You're a hero,” those words made the orca freeze.

“I killed denizens on both sides. I got hated for that. I'm not a hero, just a forgotten one if anything,” his arms wrapped around the octopus and pulled him closer.

“You smell nice, and you're warm,” Doku noted, not opening his eyes. If he had an ounce of trust for the orca he'd be tempted to fall asleep where he was, but he couldn't do that. The strong scent of the orca's cologne hung in his nostrils.

“I…feel strange,” it was an odd sense of peace that the orca didn't know if he liked or not.

“I like this better than you beating me up,” Doku didn't know if he had quite wanted to admit that, but maybe Isatsu would get the hint that Isatsu should not abuse him.

“I'd punch you now but…I can't find it in me to do so,” Isatsu looked down at the creature in his hands. Right now, he could crush him instantly and he wouldn't even know it. Isatsu had the power to kill him off so effortlessly before he could even act, and yet…he couldn't make himself do so.

Not when Doku looked so cute in his arms.

“Good,” the octopus has some solace in that notion, “I want to stay like this. You need this right now. You spend too much time alone for such a social creature.”

Orcas usually lived in pods that consisted of their family members, or members they gathered over time. Isatsu didn't have that kind of thing. He always seemed alone and anyone he interacted with was usually someone he was pummeling to the ground. Well, save the royal court and that couldn't be said for all of its members.

Isatsu took his hands from around the octopus and slowly removed one of his gloves. His large, bony hands had dark gray scars from the stakes that were driven into them all those years ago. Long, black claws and pure white skin only made the wounds stand out even more.

Red eyes looked down at the orca's hand; he reached for it, holding it in his own as he continued to examined his wounds. If anyone knew how much scars could affect someone, it was definitely him. Such reminders of a painful past had an effect one someone.

“How terrible…” the octopus ran his long fingers over the deep scar in the center of his hand, “you're a lot like me. I have scars as well. They are painful. How you must have suffered.”

“We all have our battle scars. I don't like showing mine off. They bring back too many bad memories.” Too many memories of being such a weak creature, of being someone that would never be on the top of the food chain, a failure to his father's legacy.

“I wish I could heal them, but…your scar tissue is already apparent. I can only heal open wounds,” the sage had the ability to heal newly acquired wounds but his magic couldn't penetrate the scar tissue that had built up over the years on the orca's hands. If he could have he would have, and he would have dealt with his own scars accordingly.

“Why would you want to help me? I'm disgusting, right?” Isatsu really wanted to know the answers to that. He thought the cold octopus would have rather had his decapitated head on a platter.

“So what?” Doku didn't even know the answer to that.

Isatsu sighed a little, his fingers curled around the elegant hands of the octopus. Such a cold hand in his was comforting. The orca was a little shocked when Doku held his hand back, such an awkward moment between enemies seemed almost sweet.

“Your hands are warm…” Doku didn't know what to say in that moment.

“Because you're cold-blooded,” Isatsu knew most cold-blooded animals were attracted to heat in some way or another.

“I feel…strange…” Doku's hearts all beat a little faster than normal, and he felt as if he had a series of gills fluttering in his chest. It was odd that such a trashy man give him this kind of feeling. For some reason, Isatsu's presence made him feel oddly protected. It was something he wasn't used to at all.

“You look like a woman,” Isatsu's words soon ate away any happy thoughts Doku had about him like harsh acid.

“I'll destroy you,” the octopus growled.

“Not now,” the orca chided.

“You like this?” That caught him off guard.

“Don't be a mood killer,” Isatsu gave the octopus a toothy grin.

Doku closed his eyes, “Yes, Lord Isatsu…”

Agreeing with him was better than just fighting at this point. After all, Doku didn't want this moment to end. He knew when it did they would just go back to trying to murder each other. Some peace in the wake of war was nice. He wasn't about to destroy it senselessly.

“What did you come here for?” Isatsu closed his eyes, his voice lazily calm as he pulled him away closer. “I know it wasn't this.”

“You and I are going to talk to Hiroto about taking his sister's place,” Doku had nearly forgotten the reason he came to see this sake of garbage. That damned orca was able to distract him in such a way.

“Wouldn't think he's a traitor?” It didn't make much sense to Isatsu as to why they'd want someone directly affiliated with the enemy.

“That's something we have to talk to him about,” Doku replied. Unlike Isatsu, he knew nothing about this penguin. The octopus only knew of his reputation that was talked about by the other Sea Kings. From what he heard, it didn't seem like anything good.

“I see,” Isatsu was thoughtful, “I'm pretty sure I can talk to him. Hiroto isn't like Symphony.” Thank Neptune that wasn't the case, anyway.

“I've heard things,” Doku brought up the negative stigma he'd gathered.

“He'll listen to me,” Isatsu reassured him if he had any doubts. He knew that penguin better than anyone.

“You're violent, but you like affection. Odd,” Doku didn't know what to make of that. It made sense that he would like things like this, given orcas were very social, but the fact that he liked to be so violent despite that gave him a sort of juxtaposition about him.

“I want to tear you apart below me,” the orca's words purred in his ear. “I want to hear you scream and feel you struggle.”

Just thinking of Doku wiggling around under him like the worm he knew him to be was more than satisfying. More than anything he wanted to wipe that mechanical stare from his face and hear more from him that just some cold tone. Screams of anguish and pleasure were the best kind.

“Why would you say that to me?” Doku pulled back and shot defensively. Before he could go too far away, Isatsu stuck a finger into his neck tie and pulled him back in. “What-“

He was cut off.

“I'm your king so shut up,” Isatsu commanded, his voice laced with perverse intention.

There was nothing Doku could really do in this situation, but be reminded that the man before him had royal blood. He closed his eyes and bowed his head in defeat, a scowl on his face. “I hate you.”

“Good,” a wicked smile crossed the orca's face as he tugged at his cravat; the tie came undone and fell loose around his neck.

“I can't,” Doku felt his hearts pounding in his body, slamming against the walls of his frame. He knew exactly what this man was trying to do, and he wasn't going to give into him.

He couldn't for his own sake.

“I'll make you,” Isatu insisted. If the octopus wanted to be close to him, then he was going to give him his best.

“We're both men,” Doku tried to worm his way out of the situation. He wasn't gay…or at least he wasn't sure that he was. It didn't matter, however, he didn't want this and he knew that for certain.

“I don't care about that. There is a point where male orca gather and spend the afternoon courting each other,” Isatsu informed the octopus as his hands ran up his slender body. The orca's fingertips traced every curve of his torso through his many layers of clothes. “We make frequent contact with each other, rubbing and nudging each other.”

Isatsu's hands traveled lower and lower, and when they were at Doku's hips, he wrapped his tentacles tightly around them and held them in place. There was no way he was going to let the orca defile him in such a way. His life depended on this moment. A cold, sharp voice told the orca to stop and a light blue blush adorned his face.

The Orca King leaned forward and spoke directly into his ear. “We like to stroke each other off, we even have favorites.”

“I'm not an orca,” Doku continued to protest. He didn't want anything to do with this man, sexual or not.

“Your species can engage in such activity. Don't be so daft,” Isatsu really didn't want to hear any of his protests. Everyone was capable of having sex, and he wouldn't believe for a moment that Doku couldn't perform a basic function of life.

“It's different for us. We aren't sexually playful like orca,” Doku didn't want to admit why he couldn't do it. He just wanted to get out of this situation. “That's what you want, correct? You're playing with me. You love Princess Angla.”

“I do,” Isatsu couldn't deny that.

“Did you play with her like you are me?”

“No.”

“Then why?”

“I have reasons.” Reasons that he didn't really want to explain, nor was he going to. He didn't owe that sage anything.

“You have a mission to do,” Doku reminded him of his duties. Anything to get him away from him.

“I have you where I want you,” like hell Isatsu was just going to throw away his motives. He was horny and he wanted to have some fun. Doku could protest all he wants, but he wasn't going to get out of this. In fact, protesting would just turn him on more.

“I'll rip your genitals off if you try,” Doku threatened the taller man. He wasn't above doing it, either.

“Kinky,” Isatsu nearly laughed at his weak attempt.

“I feel bad for you. I won't sleep with you.” The octopus wanted him to know that there was a distinct difference between sympathy and whoring yourself out to someone. He wasn't about to give himself to the orca, not only because such a thing was degrading, but he had other, more important reasons as well.

“You were so jealous of Hiroto,” the orca pointed out the sage's obvious feelings. Doku might not have wanted to admit it to himself, but he knew it to be fact. There was a certain way that denizens acted in regards to jealousy and that was apparent.

“I was not,” Doku denied the claims.

“I'll let you have something he hasn't.” Hiroto didn't get to sleep with the orca. As far as Isatsu was concerned, he was going to give him something special. Doku wanted something his friend didn't have, right? So, what was the problem?

“I don't want anything from you,” his blush grew a brighter blue as Doku vehemently denied the orca. It was true that he wanted something from him, he didn't want this.

“Can you really refuse? I don't really play with my food like that,” Isatsu figured that the octopus should be glad. He was making him an exception, after all.

“Yes, I can. I told you, touching me is a privilege-“ Before he could speak any more, his lips were covered with Isatu's in a passionate kiss. It was rough to the touch and he couldn't even fight back as the orca's tongue was force into his mouth.

Thinking quickly, he brought his leg up and delivered a swift kick to the orca's genitals. It caused the king to shrink back and tremble under his blow. He tried to keep a straight face, despite the pain of a heeled boot being shoved in his balls.

“I said no,” Doku glared at him and wiped his mouth. His voice was firm and commanding, as if scolding a pet.

“I'm…going to kill you…violate you…” Isatsu's pained voice spoke, still threatening him despite being wounded in the most humiliating of ways.

Doku placed his hand to his lips and frowned in disgust. The taste of the orca hung in his mouth. It had been the first time that someone had kissed him. He didn't know how to feel about it being forcefully stolen from him like that. “You stuck your tongue in my mouth. Disgusting.”

By this point in time, Isatsu was sitting on the ground, holding himself in pain. “You'll pay for that…” He was still threatening him, despite being kicked so hard his balls probably sunk back up into his body.

Doku tied his tie back and straightened it up, as to not look terrible in front of the princess. He must look his best for the royal family and force himself to forget that the orca's slimy hands had run themselves along his body. “I'll rip your tongue out next time you kiss me. I told you, I hate you.” His words were venomous and filled with warning and he glared down at him with an ice cold gaze.

Isatsu bent his arm up, growing his nails out. If Doku wanted to be a little bitch about things, he was going to force him down and steal more than just a kiss. The orca was out for blood now, and he was damned sure going to get it after a blow like that.

“We need to get going,” Doku's words reminded him that they could carry out their little game later.

“You…you…” Isatsu growled, pain leaking through his voice.

“Show me to the Arctic Circle,” Doku demanded. He didn't have time for this. They were supposed to be on a mission, not engaged in worthless battles. If Isatsu wanted to violate him, then he would have to do so on his own free time.

…To Be Continued…