S-CRY-ed Fan Fiction ❯ s-CRY-ed Ficlets ❯ Stockholm Syndrome ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Glancing hurriedly over his shoulder, Kazuma raced down the alley, zig-zagging around a dumpster and leaping over an overturned trashcan that some dumbass had left out in the middle of his path. He could hear the pounding footsteps of his pursuers nearby, but fortunately none of them had seen him duck into the alley, so, for the moment at least, he was in the clear. Carefully making his way to where the alley opened out onto the street, he hugged the wall, staying in the shadows as he peered out at the street, trying to spot those who had given chase.

A faint grin slanted across the lower half of his face as he spotted the blue and white blur of several HOLY members pelting down the opposite side of the street--heading in the wrong direction. Heh...stupid bastards couldn't find their butts with a bell on it... Once the stampede had passed, he dropped his Alter, allowing the red-gold armor encasing his right arm to disintegrate into a cloud of multicolored sparks as it returned to the dust from which he'd created it. Stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket, he then stepped out onto the street, strolling casually away from those who pursued

him, the picture of innocence.

HOLY had really been cracking down of late--it was getting to the point where he couldn't even poke his nose outside without at least three or four of those Mainland lapdogs turning up to ruin his day. So far, however, he'd been able to elude them

...and that was something he didn't expect to change any time soon. The constant hounding probably wasn't doing much for his popularity with the other Inners, of course; they weren't any fonder of HOLY or the Mainland than he was. Still...he was careful never to let the hounds trace him back to his own village, but always led them to another before pulling his disappearing act.

Feeling more than a little smug and self-satisfied over once again eluding his would-be captors, Kazuma made his way home at a leisurely pace. Ignoring the sour looks and mutterings of the Inners who believed him to be nothing more than a slacker unwilling to put in an honest day's work--which, of course, he was--he turned up the street leading to the abandoned doctor's office that he and Kanami called home.

As it was barely past noon, Kanami was still at work at one of the small farms just outside the village...which was probably just as well. If the girl had been home, no doubt she'd be giving him hell for ditching out on work yet again--for an eight year old, the kid had quite a temper--and now that the adrenalin rush from the chase had worn off, Kazuma was just too tired to act contrite.

Idly rubbing at his right shoulder which had by now begun to ache as it always did after Altering, Kazuma made his way through the now-quiet house, heading for the bathroom. A nice, how shower to ease the pain in his arm...and then a nap. Yep, that was exactly what he needed right now. After that, he'd be able to face whatever tortures Kanami had in store for him.

Unfortunately, the hot shower didn't really help his aching arm that much, and when he emerged from the bathroom several minutes later, clad only in a towel that he'd wrapped loosely around his hips, he headed back up the hall to the kitchen. Beer first, then a nap...yeah, that was a better idea.

Halfway to his destination, a furtive whisper of sound behind him caused his footsteps to falter, a faint scowl forming over his features. Before Kazuma could turn around, however, strong arms wrapped around him from behind, pinning his arms to his

sides. What the hell was this? Had one of those numbnuts from HOLY actually managed to track him all the way back home? Damn...I must be slipping...

A low growl rose from the Alter's throat as he leaned back into this captor's grip, at the same time, stomping down hard on his assailant's foot. A short string of curses exploded from the attacker, and one of the arms around him loosed its hold on him. Before Kazuma could break away entirely, however, his opponent clamped a cloth soaked in a strange-smelling substance over his mouth and nose. Gasping out of reflex, he increased his struggles as a strong, medicinal taste immediately filled his mouth. Shit...that was...really stupid...

Ramming his elbow back into the faceless assailant's ribs, he was rewarded with a soft grunt of pain--but not with his freedom. Whatever this shit was, it worked damn fast; already his limbs felt heavy, robbing his counterattack of much of its strength. Shaking his head in an effort to clear away a sudden wave of lightheadedness that washed over him, he tried to summon his Alter...but to no effect; the drug had already done' its work. Still, he was loath to give up so easily and continued to thrash and struggle against his unknown assailant even as darkness closed over him, wrapping him in its embrace.

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The soft scritch of a match and a faint whiff of sulfur followed by the stronger smell of tobacco were the first things Kazuma was aware of as he drifted back into consciousness. The second thing he noticed was a steady, hollow pounding in his skull. Groaning, he attempted to sit up in order to get his bearings...which led to two more discoveries: he was blindfolded, and he was currently reclining on what felt like a bed, half-slumped against what was either a headboard or the wall, his wrists cuffed together, his arms suspended over his head.

Call me crazy...but I think I might be in trouble here...

"Ah... good... you're awake."

The slow clocking of footsteps over a hard-surfaced floor approached, and after a moment, Kazuma felt a weight settle onto the mattress next to him. The sudden caress of a hand sliding over his thigh, hip, and stomach brought yet a fifth revelation: he was completely naked--not even his towel remained behind to keep him company.

"Well...you've given us quite a chase, haven't you...NP3228?"

Raising his head, Kazuma turned his face in the direction of his captor's voice, doing his best to glare the other to death through the blindfold covering his eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" he snarled, "HOLY? HOLD? Mainland?"

In response to his question, a finger and thumb closed over one of his nipples, wringing a pained gasp from him as they pinched sensitive skin, giving it a sharp twist. "I don't think you fully understand your situation, NP3228," the voice replied with a hint of amusement. "You are <i>my</i> prisoner...therefore, I will be asking the questions, not you."

Kazuma snorted a laugh, the lower portion of his face twisting up into a sneer, "Go ahead and ask what you want...Can't promise I'll answer though."

Again, he was treated to another sharp stab of pain as his tormentor once again twisted the already bruised nub of flesh. "

Oh...I think you'll answer," the voice replied cheerfully, "Otherwise...I'll have to interrogate your accomplice again..." The man beside him released a soft, mock-regretful sigh, "It would be a pity really... not being an Alter-user, I doubt he could withstand another interrogation so soon..."

"You son of a bitch!" Throwing himself forward, Kazuma strained against his restraints, struggling to free himself, "If you hurt him, I'll fucking kill you!"

Despite the Alter's struggles, the handcuffs held him fast, and after a few moments, Kazuma slumped back against the headboard, panting raggedly from his exertions. Close beside him, his abductor chuckled and Kazuma started violently as a hand reached out of the darkness, gently caressing the side of his face.

"Oh...I think he'll be safe enough...as long as you cooperate..."

Jerking away from the touch as if he'd been burned, Kazuma winced slightly as his head thumped against the wall. Grinding his teeth together, he again turned his face away. "Ask your damn questions, then."

The other man was silent for a long time. Finally, Kazuma felt the bed shift slightly as the other man stood up. Seconds later, the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone greeted his ears and was followed shortly by the soft whisper of fabric sliding over skin. "I'll get around to that," the other assured him as the weight once again settled onto the

mattress next to the captive Alter. "But...I'd never forgive myself if I didn't take full advantage of such an...interesting situation..."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Kazuma snarled, again trying to glare his captor to death through his blindfold. The other man made no reply, but the answer became crystal clear as the Alter user felt a large, warm hand glide up over his thigh before coming to rest on his cock.

"What the hell are you doing? Get away from me, you goddamn freak!" Kicking out blindly, Kazuma tried to wriggle away, but bound as he was, he couldn't go far, and within moments, his captor was on top of him, pinning his legs so that he couldn't

move, the other man's hand once more wrapped firmly around his cock, stroking him roughly.

Gritting his teeth, Kazuma tried to ignore the sensations, the friction...the heat that was rapidly flooding his body. Squeezing his eyes shut behind his blindfold, he again turned his face away, his breath hissing through clenched teeth as he panted form the effort of holding his hips still. All his efforts proved futile, however, as his body insisted on betraying him, and with an almost agonized groan, he threw his head back against the headboard, his body arching upwards as he rocked helplessly into the other man's touch.

"That's better..." the unseen other purred, his lips brushing teasingly against Kazuma's earlobe, sending an unwanted shiver rippling through the Alter's body. "The more you cooperate, the better chance your friend has of making it out of here alive..."

"Bastard... If you--"

His captor chuckled softly and once again the weight next to him shifted as the other man moved over him. After a moment, Kazuma felt his legs being spread further apart until he was fully splayed out before the other. As the hand wrapped around his cock continued its rough ministration, the two fingers forced their way past his lips and into his mouth.

"Suck--if you ever want to see your friend again, that is..."

With a low growl of frustration, Kazuma suckled at the other man's fingers, laving them with his tongue as he coated them thoroughly with his own saliva. After a few moments, the fingers were withdrawn from his mouth and the weight above him shifted again as slickened fingers pressed against his entrance, coating the tight ring of muscle with his own spit before pushing into his body.

Digging his heels into the mattress beneath him, Kazuma tried to push himself away from the invasive touch, but bound as he was and with his back already pressed flush against the headboard, there was no further room for retreat. Panting hoarsely, his body strung taut, he could only submit--unwillingly--as the coarse fingers intruded further, twisting and scissoring within him.

"Relax..." the voice commanded, the hand wrapped around his length giving a warning squeeze as the fingers buried within him continued to caress his interior walls. "It'll be easier for you--not to mention your friend--if you do..."

Any response Kazuma might have made was lost as the probing fingers brushed over the spot deep within him that caused him to cry out, his hips bucking mindlessly as his body arched up into his violator's touch. Hot, moist lips pressed against the inner curve of his thigh and the sharp nip of teeth biting into his flesh sent a shudder--not entirely of revulsion--rioting through him as he slumped back against the headboard, his breath coming in hoarse, jagged gasps while white tracers of light danced before his blindfolded eyes.

The weight above him shifted yet again as the fingers were withdrawn from his body. Already dazed, he was further disoriented as his legs were rudely yanked upwards, his knees hooked over his captor's bare shoulders, his own shoulders now straining in their sockets as strong hands gripped his hips, pulling them forward as something more substantial than fingers pressed urgently against his entrance.

"If you come before I tell you to...your friend is dead..."

Hot, demanding lips covered his own, stifling his cries of mingled pleasure and pain as thick, searing flesh forced its way into his body, filling him completely. Without giving him time to adjust, the body atop his own began to move, lean hips slapping against his own as his abductor drove into him hard and fast, every few thrusts striking home, the tip of the violator's cock colliding with his own center of pleasure.

Despite his best efforts to resist the pleasure that now swept through his body like a firestorm, Kazuma's body once again turned traitor on him. His mouth opened against his seducer's, his tongue welcoming the other man's as it invaded his mouth, the rich taste of tobacco heavy now upon his lips and tongue. Muffled moans rose from his throat, resonating between their joined mouths as his hips rocked of their own volition, white-hot bolts of pleasure spiking through him with almost every thrust.

"Mmm...that's much better...

Soft lips ghosted over Kazuma's cheek, leaving a warm, tingling trail as they made their way to his ear. Steaming puffs of breath caressing sweat-slick skin sent another violent tremor vibrating along the length of his spine as the tip of a hot, wet tongue traced the outer rim of his ear. Gasping, Kazuma arched up against the body pressing down upon his own, his legs sliding down over broad shoulders to lock around a trip waist, his hips pistoning frantically as they met the faceless one's thrusts.

"Nnnggh...Gonna c--"

The hand still curled around his cock gave a threatening squeeze. "No. Not yet..."

Groaning, Kazuma tried to hold back his almost maddening need for release. His captor allowed him no respite, however, not even a moment to regain his rapidly waning control, but instead increased the pace and force of his movements, every thrust partially lifting the captive Alter off the bed. Gritting his teeth, Kazuma whipped his head to the side, a choked groan tearing its way from his throat as warm lips devoured the side of his neck with hot, open-mouth kisses, sending what felt like a torrent of liquid fire screaming through his veins. His own body now completely out of his control, Kazuma could only

buck and arch against the other man, lust-filled cries ripping their way past his lips as wave after wave of pleasure crested within him.

"I can't...I've got to--"

"No."

Clenching his jaw, the Alter struggled to bite back the desperate pleas for release that tried to force their way past his lips. He knew what the bastard wanted--and he'd see them both in hell first. He wouldn't beg...he wouldn't. Determined to at least deny his captor that much satisfaction, he forced his own movements to slow, his own body to still, tried to force his mind to focus on...anything other than the hard, hot flesh driving repeatedly into him...the strong hand curled around his own aching cock, each rough stroke sending him higher and higher...lips that seemed to burn as they moved

over his own feverish skin...

"God... please!"

A low chuckle preceded the sensation of lips brushing affectionately over his own. "Hmm...well, since you ask so nicely..." The unseen weight shifted slightly as the other man leaned in, pressing his lips to Kazuma's ear. "Yes..." he whispered, "Come for me now...Kazuma..."

Almost weeping with relief, Kazuma arched up against the body pressed against his own, his legs locking more tightly around his captor's waist as his body seemed to explode with the force of his climax. As wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through him with an intensity that seemed to force the breath from his lungs, he felt the other man's body stiffen above him, a choked cry escaping from unseen lips just before the thick, heated rush of the other man's passion spilled into him.

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The cuffs and blindfold now long since removed, Kazuma leaned back against the headboard of Kimishima's bed, a faint smile playing about his lips as he gazed through the window beside the bed, watching the last vestiges of sunlight fading, the pinks, blues, and purples of the waning sunset slowly deepening to indigo. Beside him, his lover likewise leaned back against the headboard, one arm wound around Kazuma's shoulders, the tip of the cigarette clamped between his teeth giving off a cherry-red glow in the semi-darkness as the other man took in a deep drag.

"So...did I surprise you?"

Snorting a laugh, Kazuma reached over, removing the cigarette from Kimishima's lips before placing it between his own. "Not as much as I surprised you with that elbow to the ribs." Inhaling deeply, he held his breath for a moment, savoring the acrid bite of the smoke before slowly exhaling, passing the cigarette back to his lover.

"Yeah...what the hell was up with that, anyway?"

"Hey, you spend the morning ducking HOLY and see how jumpy you are when some dumbass grabs you from behind!"

"A dumbass grabs me from behind at least three times a day...and I've never tried to break your ribs...yet." Kimishima shot back, grinning faintly around his cigarette.

"Yeah...well..." Turning slightly to glare at the other man, Kazuma struggled in vain for an appropriately crushing reply. None coming immediately to mind, however; he decided to change the subject. "And what the fuck was the big idea of knocking me out, anyway? That shit you used gave me a headache!"

Taking another drag off the cigarette, Kimishima shrugged. "You looked pretty tired when you came out of the shower... I thought maybe you could use a nap before we started."

Scowling, Kazuma again reached for the cigarette--which Kimishima smugly held just out of his reach simply to annoy him. "And, you know... we do have lube," he growled, nodding his head in the direction of the nightstand. "Couldn't you have used at least a little? I'm not gonna be able to fucking move in the morning!"

Chuckling softly, Kimishima relented, placing the cigarette between Kazuma's lips himself. "Don't tell me big, bad-ass Alter user, Kazuma the Shell-Bullet, is out of commission just over a little rough trade...?" At Kazuma's low growl, Kimishima

glanced over at his lover, another grin forming upon his lips. "Fess up now... you know you liked it--right?"

Still scowling, Kazuma took another short drag from the cigarette before thrusting it angrily back at the other man. Smiling, Kimishima leaned over, playfully nudging the grumpy Alter with his nose, and after a moment, a grudging smile tugged

at the younger man's lips. "Yeah...it was pretty hot, all right..."

Wriggling over onto his side, Kazuma turned to face the other man. Draping one arm over Kimishima's waist, he leaned in, affectionately nuzzling his lover's throat. "Hn.. well, next time it's my turn...and you know what they say about payback..."

Raising an eyebrow, Kimishima glanced over at the younger man. "Oh? And just what do you have in mind, hm?"

With a smug smile, Kazuma pulled away from his lover. "I'm...not telling." Sliding down onto his back, he rolled over, turning his back to his lover, "'Night, Shima..."

"Oh no you don't!" Reaching out, Kimishima rolled Kazuma over onto his back once more. Grinning faintly, he stubbed his cigarette out on the night stand before crawling over to his lover, caging the younger man's body beneath his own. Leaning down, he nipped lightly at the sensitive skin of his 'captive's' throat, his smile broadening at the Alter's soft gasp, and the feel of strong arms sliding around his body. "We...have ways of making you talk, see?"

As the last of the dwindling light faded below the horizon, the soft sound of masculine laughter filled the room. In the darkness, limbs tangled together, palms caressed over smooth, taut skin, and two pairs of lips sought out their mates as two bodies meshed together, sinking down onto the mattress as one.