Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Reciprocity, Part I ❯ Chapter 8 ( Chapter 8 )

 

 

***I really apologize for this chapter taking SO long! But this month should see us to the conclusion of Reciprocity as a whole!

 

Discliamer: I don't own Tsubasa or make any money off Clamp's sexy men!

 

 

Fai made his way toward Ashura's chambers, uneasy but determined in his purpose. Kurogane had confided in him about a possible chance for their freedom, however slim. To bolster his strength, he tried to recall everything the warrior had told him…

 

“I think I know of a way he can escape from here.”

 

Fai's eyes widened at this statement. Then he shook his head vehemently. “No! There's no way out! Don't toy with me!” he yelled. He wouldn't give in to a false hope.

 

“Fai, please!” Kurogane insisted, holding him fast as the blonde struggled in his arms, “I wouldn't lie to you!”

 

After the mage had calmed down, Kuro continued. “When I saw Ashura today, I remembered something. It might not work, but I think it's worth a try.” He paused, “but I'm going to need your help.”

 

Kuro went on to explain that after the King had left and his footsteps had faded into silence, he had, at first, given in to despair. All he could do was sit with his head in his hands, fighting against angry tears welling behind his eyes. The combination of his consuming rage along with the unfamiliar and unwelcome sensation of total impotence against Ashura left him briefly immobilized.

 

He had never faced anything like it. In every battle he had fought, his path had been clear, decisive. But now that he had Fai to consider, he couldn't afford to be reckless. In any other circumstance, the samurai would rather have died fighting than given in to the urge to flee, but now his mind worked furiously for a solution, for some means to get both himself and Fai away from this prison in which they now found themselves.

 

Somewhere in the back of his memory some recollection was fighting to get through. In his mind's eye he saw a pendant made of stone, blood red and transparent. It was an amulet that Queen Tomoyo had given to him just before her mage-seer, Clow, had mysteriously died. He remembered her small, white hands tying the amulet about his neck and her soft voice as she had told him, “I know you don't believe in these sorts of things, but Clow insisted.” Then her eyes had grown serious, “You must always keep this pendant on and remember it. One day it may aid you and another in escape when all else has failed you.” The words sounded odd and cryptic to him at the time (as a swordsman and commander, the word `escape' had not been in his vocabulary), but his head now spun with the sudden implications of it.

 

His hand had gone to his neck, only to find it bare. No, they had taken it from him when he was captured, along with his sword and any other articles of any worth.

 

Then a realization had dawned on him. Ashura! When the King had come to see him, he had been wearing the amulet around his neck! But how would he get to it now?

 

For a long time Kuro struggled with the fact that he would probably have to send Fai's into the despicable man's clutches if he was ever to get his hands on the jewel again. He wondered if it was worth it; he would be putting the blonde through a lot of misery just to obtain the jewel, even though he had no actual proof it would help them. Could he really rely on a vague memory and promise from the past that it would be of use to them?

 

It seemed a slim chance, but then again, there were few alternatives left. It had been incredibly difficult to bring the samurai to ask Fai to deliberately seek Ashura out and seduce him in order to snag the amulet, he only hoped it would pay off in the end.

 

Fai was hanging on to the same thin thread of hope as he made his way to the King's private chambers.

 

“Come in, Fai” a rich voice called into the hallway, “There's no use in hovering outside.”

 

Steadying himself with a deep breath, Fai prepared to fall back into the role he had been assuming for so many years. Like slipping on an uncomfortable mask, a facile smile fell over his features as he opened the door to find Ashura sprawled over his large bed, as if waiting expectantly for him. The man was naked except for a thin robe and the very necklace Kurogane described to him.

 

“Have you tired of your new toy already?” the King asked, grinning at him knowingly.

 

Fai, struggling with his composure, simply shrugged and stepped up to the foot of the bed.

 

`You're a fickle creature, Fai, but I'll make sure you're never bored. Come here.”

 

Obediently, the blonde lowered himself onto the bed and crawled across to his master, who continued to grin at him with a wicked hunger in his eyes. Fai marveled that all this time, over so many years, Ashura had not grown bored of /him/. Life would have become far easier for him if he had.

 

Fully asserting his role of coy pet, Fai leaned over the dark-haired ruler and titled him head, eying him suggestively.

 

“What would you like me to do, master?”

 

A dangerous glint caught the King's eye as he observed the mage, so willingly presenting himself before him.

 

“I think the question his what /you/ would have /me/ do, little Fai.”

 

Before he had a chance to reply to this enigmatic statement, however, the blonde found himself roughly pushed onto his back, with Ashura pinning down his willowy thin frame. Fai tried not to show alarm, telling himself that the man was prone to playing with him during his seductions.

 

The King's long black hair fell across the mage's chest as the ruler gazed down at him, so helplessly subdued under his weight. Fai simply looked up at him, smiling mask still in place.

 

After a moment, Ashura leaned down, slowly running his hot tongue along the length of his exposed neck.

 

“What did you come here for, Fai?” he whispered into his ear.

 

“For you, master.”

 

The King's grip on his wrists clamped down painfully and the blonde winced as the man bit down into the tender flesh of his upper shoulder. He clenched his teeth to fight back from making any sounds of protest. I must get though this, he thought. For Kuro, for me… for /us/.

 

Ashura's heavy velvet voice cut through his thoughts like black oil pouring through clear water, “Don't lie to me little one, don't you think I know you better than that?”

 

“What do you mean Ashura?” Fai asked innocently, not ready to give in yet. Not willing to give himself up.

 

An evil chuckle spilled from the King's lips, causing the mage to shiver. The ruler shrugged off his robe, reveling his large, muscular body- the very same Fai had once so longed for and yet had learned to revile. Still, his own body responded despite himself. Years of Ashura's touch had imprinted an automatic state of arousal at the very sight of his body. Fai wondered, in the back of his mind if he would ever truly be free of this man, even if he were to escape beyond these fortress walls. Would a part of him always be enslaved this man? He steeled these dark thoughts away in order to focus on the present. He still had a chance before him, he needed to take it before he let despair return to his heart.

 

Suddenly, Ashura was pressing into him, tearing open his flimsy robes with one hand as the other kept his wrists locked above his head with long, merciless fingers.

 

“I know you too well, Fai. Even what you don't say, your body tells me anyway,” he said in a sadistic tone, proceeding to lick down his chest until his lips and teeth began to torture one pink nipple relentlessly.

 

Fai's body twisted under Ashura's brutal ministrations, the man's hands digging into his hips, holding him still as he pressed his growing arousal against the blonde's bare stomach.

 

“I'm going to take what I want from you anyway, you might as well ask me for what you came for.” Lifting his head, Ashura glanced down at his captive, “Who knows, if you please me, I just might give it to you.”

 

Swiftly, Ashura lowered his head to swallow Fai's reluctant, but stiff erection, and Fai knew he would have to play by the King's rules. As always, he would not be able to get the better of him.

 

“Tell me,” the ruler coaxed, slowly rolling the tip of his tongue along the weeping shaft.

 

Fai hated this. He hated that his body betrayed him, hated that his arousal was forever linked to his sense of shame. With Kurogane, he had been able to escape that feeling. For a time. But now he was back in Ashura's bed and just as had happened the previous night when the King had stolen him out of Kuro's embrace, he was powerless to shut down the reactions of his body, so long determined by the King's touch.

 

As the man worked his swollen erection in and out of his slick mouth, Fai fought in vain against the ensuing orgasm. But it was no use, Ashura's hands were exploring every sensitive inch of skin, curving under his buttocks to slip between his cheeks and fondle the tight ring of muscle there, even as he continued to suck him forcefully into his mouth.

 

But even as the blonde felt the stirrings of release, the King drew back. “Tell me, Fai,” came his voice again, more stern now, as one large digit invaded him, pressing deep into his inner-most sanctuary.

 

“I-“ Fai gasped. He had to play this just right, now that he was about to loose control. As long as Ashura didn't realize the importance of the jewel, he would probably give it to him.

 

As long as he submitted to him.

 

Shoving aside his pride, Fai allowed a whimper passed his lips.

 

“That's it, my lovely. Let yourself go, let me what you want so badly you're willing to debase yourself for me,” he said, rocking his finger inside him as he teasingly stroked Fai's arousal.

 

“I-it's nothing,” Fai moaned, feigning embarrassment.

 

In reply, Ashura pressed a second finger passed his rigid muscles and thrust into him with increased vigor.

 

Fai cried out and then whined softly as the King suddenly stilled his movements.

 

“I wanted,” Fai said, panting just a bit more than he needed to, “your necklace.”

 

Glancing up, the mage tried to gage the man's reaction. Did he realize the jewel might contain magical powers?

 

But Fai saw no suspicion in the King's eyes, only amusement.

 

Ashura laughed. “All this just to bring your lover an old trinket of his?”

 

Fai tried to hide his relief, the ploy had worked- even if not how he had originally planned.

 

Leaning down over him, Ashura told him, “Your more foolish and sentimental than I thought.”

 

And then, without warning or preparation, since the King had already gotten what he wanted of Fai, the man swiftly removed his fingers from the blonde's body and, lifting his legs, rammed into him with his full strength.

 

Fai screamed as the pain pierced him. Despite the numerous occasions on which the large man had taken him, Fai's body still rebelled against such a savage acquisition. Ashura was well endowed in girth and length, it had always taken time for his slender body to open to him, but Ashura was rarely that accommodating. After so many days of the King's absence and then the long night of sexual conquest he had endured the previous evening, Fai's body was even more sore and unwilling than was usual. Which, of course, only spurned on Ashura's lusts to new heights.

 

Holding down Fai's thrashing body, Ashura claimed him with a violent fuck only he was capable of giving. And the blonde was forced to endure it, shutting his eyes and willing his tense body to relax.

 

 

Fortunately, the King's excitement had been so acute that he didn't last very long before releasing his seed into Fai's bruised body. The man collapsed atop him afterwards, breathing heavily.

 

Meanwhile, Fai's struggled for his own breath as he was pressed under Ashura's muscular frame. Finally, the man rolled to the side and slipped out of the mage's body. Through sheer stubbornness, Fai refused to give his tears free reign, holding them back with effort.

 

After a while, Ashura's weight shift on the bed. His eyes still shut in the attempt to collect himself, Fai couldn't see what the man was doing. Then he felt something cool pressed into his palm.

 

“Your trinket,” came the King's condescending voice. “Hope it was worth it. I know I enjoyed it.” Fai felt the man's heated breath against his ear, stirring his hair unpleasantly. “You really are a delicious little fuck, you know that?”

 

And with that he left, presumably to take his usual post coital shower. Fai wanted to leave that instant, but his body refused to move. He had forgotten how brutal Ashura could be when he took him. Reaching behind him, he felt the warm evidence of blood between his thighs.

 

Slowly, he became aware of something else, an answering warmth in his other hand. Opening his eyes, he saw Kurogane's red amulet glowing in his hands. He was both elated and terrified. Although this meant the stone surely possessed some kind of power, if he didn't leave soon, it was likely that Ashura would return and make the same discovery.

 

His body shaking in protest, Fai managed to pull on his tattered robes and climb from the bed. Walking was excruciatingly painful, but his mind was set.

 

For each step forward was one step closer to Kurogane and one step closer to their freedom…

 

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