Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Power and Control ❯ 10 ( Chapter 10 )

Power and Control- Chapter 10

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Warning- This chapter will contain graphic sexual abuse. Please do not read if you are sensitive to the subject matter. I also want to remind everyone that this story is considered slightly AU, so there has been some tweaking of the facts.

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Zaizen's grip on Sakaki's arm tightened as a predatory grin spread across the old man's face. Sakaki felt the strong fingers dig into his elbow joint to the point where his fingers were beginning to tingle. He bit his tongue to keep the gasp from sounding. There was a painfully long stretch of silence in which the four men stared at one another. Sakaki looked to Michael and he could see the stark terror expressed in those bright blue eyes. His lover was visibly trembling. Zaizen took a step towards the hacker, dragging Sakaki with him, and Michael took a step backwards.

"Wh-what are you going to do?" Michael asked. The redhead glanced over his shoulder at Amon, looking to the older man for guidance. Amon was as still and impassive-looking as a statue.

"Well," the old man began smugly. He continued to walk forward until he stood directly in front of Michael. The boy cowered in front of him. "I had a feeling you two lovebirds would be here licking your wounds after last night."

Sakaki twisted and yanked his arm in an attempt to free himself; his leather riding jacket crunched loudly under the strain of the old man's vice-like grip. "Fuck you, you fucking piece of- Ah!" he yelped when Zaizen wrenched his arm behind his back and brought him down to one knee.

Sensing that some of the fight had been taken out of the boy, Zaizen leaned down. "Still fighting until the bitter end, are we? No matter, in time you will learn your place."

Sakaki glared up at the man, his lips were curled back in a snarl. Zaizen smiled down at the blonde, gloating. "Such an explosive temper. He reminds me of how you were when we first met, Amon." Zaizen's steel-grey eyes tracked over to the dark-haired man. "Why don't you come over here and join us?"

Amon didn't react at first. For the briefest of moments, Sakaki thought that the tall man was going to refuse the bastard's order and perhaps the two of them could take the old man down. Amon's face was as unreadable as usual, but there was a peculiar fire building behind his hazel eyes. Amon could be an obstinate, uptight jerk. But when the dark-haired man walked stiffly towards them, the blonde felt his hopes begin to falter slightly.

Zaizen pulled Sakaki back up to his feet roughly, making sure to keep the boy's arm pinned securely at his back. "I think we should move this happy reunion into my office, don't you think?" Michael and Amon remained silent. A low, rumbling laugh escaped the old man's throat as he walked Sakaki towards his office. The other two obediently followed like lambs to the slaughter.

When they entered Zaizen's office, the old man threw Sakaki to the floor in front of his desk. "Stay there," he ordered. The blonde righted himself and glared at the grey-haired man as he tried to rub the feeling back into his abused arm. Once Zaizen was satisfied that the boy was not going to try anything, he leaned back against his desk and looked towards the two figures standing just inside the office. Both Michael and Amon had their heads down, carefully avoiding the old man's harsh gaze. "Michael," he said and the hacker's head snapped up. Zaizen snapped his fingers at his side. Like the trained dog he was, Michael quickly moved to kneel on the ground at his master's feet.

Sakaki was sickened by the display. It made him furious to think of what his lover had to go through to become so accustomed to Zaizen's commands that he could respond without any hesitation. Zaizen reached out and placed his hand on Michael's head. Normally, a gesture such as that would be viewed as comforting, soothing, but the fact that it was that wretched man's hand made it profane. Sakaki tried to get Michael to meet his eyes, but the redhead kept his eyes on the floor.

"You were moving stiffly," Zaizen whispered as he stroked Michael's head. "Are you in much pain?" The hacker shook his head. "I'm sorry that I was so rough, but you needed to be punished, Michael. You know very well what happens when the rules are broken." Michael shook his head once again and a small sob escaped from him.

It was the most insincere apology that Sakaki had ever heard. He knew there was no way that that bastard was sorry for anything that happened last night. Zaizen loved every second of agony he had caused the two of them. He got off on the display of his dominance. The violet-eyed teen watched Zaizen place his hand under Michael's chin and tilt his head up. Rage flared in Sakaki's belly at the bogus display of affection. The old man gently wiped the tears from the hacker's cheeks as a parent would for their child and then leaned down to cover the boy's mouth with a slobbery kiss. The redhead let out a small squeak of surprise, but then relented and let the perverted man plunder his mouth.

Sakaki's breathing became harsh as he watched Zaizen molest Michael not two feet in front of him. His fingernails dug into the carpet. The rage was building. He was like a bull, pawing the dirt, waiting to charge. Not again. I will not let him hurt Michael again. I can't act carelessly; I have to wait for the right moment. The blonde turned his head and he closed his eyes tightly. The wet, sloppy sounds were making him nauseous; he could not watch. Be patient and wait for an opening. Zaizen moaned into Michael's mouth. Sakaki curled his fingers into a tight fist, hoping that the sharp pain of his nails digging into his palm could distract him. Michael made a distressed sound and Sakaki's eyes snapped open. Zaizen had moved his hand down to the side of the hacker's neck and was fingering the silver collar. Zaizen had not noticed the burns from the previous night. Michael's trembling became more noticeable as he tried to remain quiet, but when the old man rubbed his hand too hard over the scabs on his neck and shoulders, he flinched and tried to pull away. Zaizen grabbed hold of his scrawny arm to keep him from moving.

All of Sakaki's planning went right out the window the second he saw Michael in pain. "Get your hands off him!" he screamed and gave Zaizen a hard shove. The blonde put his body between the two to act as a shield to protect the smaller boy.

"Haruto!" Michael gasped as he was tackled by his lover. Sakaki pulled him into his chest and tried to cover him with as much of his body as he could. Angry violet eyes turned to face the director of the STN-J.

"He's injured. Can't you see that?" Sakaki growled. Zaizen stared back; his eyes were calculating. The back of the grey-haired man's thick-fingered hand connected with the side of the blonde's head with such speed that Sakaki wasn't sure the man had actually moved. Pain flared at his temple and the world exploded white behind his eyes. He cried out when Zaizen took hold of a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat.

"You dare give me orders, boy? I suppose last night wasn't enough of a lesson for you. Do you need a reminder already?" The fist in Sakaki's hair twisted, demanding an answer.

"No! Please don't hurt him," Michael pleaded tearfully.

"Michael!" Zaizen barked and the redhead backed down. Turning his attention back to Sakaki, he tugged the blonde's head back further. "Answer me, Sakaki. Do you need to be taught another lesson?"

"No," Sakaki croaked. A satisfied smile crept across Zaizen's face as he gazed down at the teen.

"Such a beautiful boy you are," the old man said tenderly as he caressed Sakaki's cheek. The blonde reacted to the touch as though he had been scalded, twisting his head until he felt his hair ripping from his scalp. "I'm going to break you slowly. That way I'll get to savor every bit of you." Despite all his earlier bravado, Sakaki felt an icy chill spread throughout his body at Zaizen's promise, and he shivered in fear.

The hand gripping the back of his head suddenly released and Sakaki fell forward on his hands and knees, panting in relief.

"Haruto? Are you okay?" Michael whispered as he put a reassuring arm around the blonde's shoulders. He had crawled over to his lover the moment Zaizen stepped back. The hacker was sick with worry. He should have known that it was only a matter of time before they would end up in the very situation he had feared from the beginning. Sakaki shook his head in answer to his question, but he didn't take his eyes off the old man who stood over them. Zaizen's threat still hung heavy in the air and Michael knew from experience that it was far from empty. He also knew that his lover's hot temper could quickly get him into more trouble. Michael made the mistake of refusing an order only once back when he still had the emotional strength to resist and that was all it took for him to never, ever consider doing it again. The grey-haired man had whipped him with a dog leash until his throat felt like it was bleeding from all the screaming and then fist-fucked the boy until he lost consciousness. Michael closed his eyes at the memory. This was his fault. No matter what anyone else told him, Michael knew that it was his selfish need for happiness and something that was his and his alone that was going to end up with another person caught in Zaizen's demented web. And once trapped in the web it was very, very hard to escape from it.

Sakaki gave a quick glance at Amon. The tall man was standing stock-still with his head bent down, but he could see the hazel eyes assessing the situation from under long bangs. Zaizen caught the look and leaned back against his desk and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

"Amon," the old man beckoned in an unnervingly charming voice. The dark-haired man's head snapped up at the sound of his name. "Come here." And Amon obeyed without hesitation. He moved with the same fluid grace as always, his facial features were calm, but Sakaki could see tightness around his mouth and that betrayed the illusion. "My, my, it has been a while," Zaizen said and then stood up to reach out and cup the side of Amon's face. The somber man bore the touch without reaction, much to Sakaki's surprise. The blonde found the old man repellent in every possible way.

"To think I could have forgotten about you, my beautiful Amon," Zaizen cooed.

"You were a little busy with other projects," Amon replied with a quick glance to Michael. He managed to sound annoyed by the whole thing and Sakaki envied that. He knew Amon wasn't going to betray them. Sakaki kept repeating to himself that he was just playing along, buying some time. Zaizen laughed, loudly.

"Now, now. I might think you were jealous with a comment like that."

"Hardly," Amon muttered. Zaizen laughed again, softly this time, as his hand slipped down the dark-haired man's chest and clutched the Orbo pendant that hung around his neck. The old man tugged on it lightly, testing its weight. The tall man gasped and yanked the pendant out of Zaizen's hand. There was genuine fear in Amon's eyes.

"Still so afraid?" Zaizen asked.

Amon didn't respond, but composed himself quickly. Still seated on the floor, Michael and Sakaki shared a confused look with one another. Afraid? What could possibly scare Amon enough to get a reaction like that? He barely touched him.

"Why shouldn't I be afraid?" Amon protested, still holding on to the pendant. "You've used it against me to force me into your sick games. You've taken pleasure at my expense while you've watched others do horrible, evil things to me." Amon's voice was raised to a near-yell and Sakaki watched, mystified at the exchange happening in front of him.

Zaizen raised an eyebrow. "How soon we forget. I seem to recall it was you who offered yourself to me, not the other way around."

"You left me with no other choice!"

The office had become dead calm after Amon's shout echoed off the walls. Sakaki had no clue what it was that Zaizen was holding over the normally stoic man, but Amon's normal composure was breaking down. The dark-haired man was enraged to the point where his whole body seemed to be vibrating like a tuning fork. Whatever was happening between these two, it was a long time coming apparently. Sakaki had seen the pain in Amon's hazel eyes when he found out that the younger boy knew of and had seen video evidence of his abuse at the hands of Zaizen and his minions. He had also witnessed Amon's tears and Amon's anger over the fact that the sickness had spread to include Michael and now himself. It was a hard thing for Sakaki to reconcile within himself because looking back over everything he thought he knew about the STN-J's team leader, he realized that perhaps he didn't really know Amon at all. Sakaki always thought of Amon as someone who was very independent and self-assured. He wasn't a thug or a deviant, and he never enjoyed whenever he had to resort to physical violence. There was a gentle soul residing somewhere beneath that stony exterior. Sakaki had admired him, looked up to him even, but it was still a shock to see this other, darker side of Amon, just as it was when he found out that Michael was being abused. How did it come to this?

"I gave you damn good choice, especially when you consider the alternatives!" Zaizen roared.

"You are a seriously fucked up bastard if you think that-"

Sakaki wasn't sure what shocked him more- the fact that Amon had cursed, because he couldn't remember ever hearing any foul language from the man or that when Zaizen's hand shot out to deliver his trademark backhand, Amon actually caught it.

"Holy shit," Sakaki exclaimed softly.

Zaizen's eyes widened slightly to indicate his surprise, but it was a huge mistake to underestimate this man. What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Zaizen yanked his hand back. Amon anticipated and strengthened his grip to prevent that from happening. Zaizen countered by throwing a left hook. Amon dodged, but had to let go of the old man's arm to do so. Not to be outdone by a man half his age, Zaizen came back with another quick right. Amon easily blocked the punch, but it put his body slightly off center. Zaizen threw the left and he stumbled slightly, leaving an opening for the grey-haired man's uppercut right to his gut. The air left Amon's lungs with a loud oof and the man doubled over right into Zaizen's waiting arms.

Zaizen spat angrily. "I may have let you off the leash, Amon, but you still wear my collar." He grabbed the dark-haired man by the hair on the back of his head and pulled back hard.

Sakaki watched the events from the sidelines, waiting until he thought the time was right. Zaizen had his back to Michael and him as the old man brought his knee up into Amon's ribcage. Sakaki moved his body into a crouch, ready to spring. When he saw an opportunity, he moved to pounce, but just as he began his forward motion, Michael snagged his wrist.

"No! Don't!" the redhead pleaded.

The blonde turned his head to meet the worried eyes of his lover and shook his head sharply to indicate that he wasn't stopping. Michael's cry had alerted Zaizen and as Sakaki swung his head back around, the old man's elbow cracked him on the side of the head. Everything went black and he crumpled to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"Haruto!" Michael screeched as he watched Sakaki's limp body fall.

The director of the STN-J let Amon drop to the floor, coughing and gasping for breath and knelt down to press his knee firmly between the rookie witch hunter's shoulder blades. The old man wrenched his tie from around his neck and used it to fasten Sakaki's wrists together behind his back.

"Always have to do things the hard way, don't you?" Zaizen said as he secured the blonde's bindings.

Sakaki moaned as the expensive silk tie tore open the abrasions around his wrists. His vision was beginning to clear from the most recent blow to his head, the sharp pain of scabs being ripped off helping to speed up the process. When Zaizen finished, he lifted Sakaki up into a kneeling position. The blonde swayed, unable to balance himself as the room appeared to careen wildly. Michael caught him before he pitched forward.

"Easy, Haruto. I've got you," the hacker whispered.

"Why did you stop me? I could have taken him," Sakaki asked hoarsely. He still felt unsteady; the side of his skull was throbbing in time with his pulse. Michael looked away, ashamed.

A shadow fell over the two lovers. "Michael knows better than that, don't you, Michael?"

Zaizen bass voice seemed to vibrate inside Sakaki's head and he purposely ignored him, turning instead to face the boy seated beside him. Michael's shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Please don't fight him anymore, Haruto," the redhead's voice was tiny and broken. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"What?" Sakaki gasped incredulously.

"It's…it's easier if you just go along with it. I'm sorry, Haruto…I never wanted you to be dragged into any of this. I'm so sorry."

Sakaki could not believe his ears. He stared at Michael, who he loved more than life itself, in complete and utter disbelief. The hacker couldn't even meet his eyes. His scrawny body seemed to collapse in on itself. He…he's given up already? No, Michael…no. There is no way in hell that I'm going to let that motherfucker win. If I have to be strong for both of us, then so be it. I'm not giving in.

Zaizen reached out and ran his hand lovingly over Michael's head. "Yes, Michael is a very good boy. You should take his advice. You're only hurting yourself in the long run."

Sakaki ground his teeth together at the sneer in Zaizen's voice when he called Michael a "good boy" as though he was just a dog put here to amuse his master. But then that was what they all were in that depraved man's eyes. Nothing pleased Zaizen more then bending someone's will to suit what ever mood he was in. The old man was drunk on his own sense of importance.

"Hurting myself in the long run? You fucking piece of shit," Sakaki said slowly, drawing out the insult and narrowing his eyes in defiance. At that moment he didn't care if he had to kill the bastard with his bare hands, he was not going to let Zaizen get away with this. "Your days are numbered, old man."

"Oh, they are, are they?" Zaizen said through a dry laugh. "I think it's time for a demonstration of what ownership is, boys." The grey-haired man stepped over to Amon. "Stand up," he ordered. Amon looked up wearily. Sakaki recognized it as the same expression of resignation that Michael wore, but Amon's displeasure regarding the situation was apparent from the tension around his mouth. Despite all that, he still obeyed, and rose a little unsteadily to become fully upright. The dark-haired man's breathing was still heavy and he was holding his side tightly. Zaizen smiled approvingly.

"Now, take off your shirt and show them, Amon," the old man said as he moved around to stand behind Amon. The man did not move. "Do it now!" Zaizen ordered more forcefully and gave Amon a hard shove. The slender man stumbled forward a step before catching himself. He turned to glare at Zaizen who sighed heavily. "Amon, now is not the time to defy me. I am in no mood and I will not be as forgiving as I have been in the past. If you want punishment that bad, then by all means keep resisting."

Amon glowered for a moment before he lifted his arms and began to undo the buttons on his high-collared shirt robotically. When he finished, he let the garment slip from his shoulders and fall to the floor to pool around his feet like a drab-grey puddle.

Sakaki's eyebrows shot up into his bangs. Amon's body was just as perfect as one would expect of a man who was so meticulous about everything regarding it. The dark-haired man was lean and well-muscled. Not completely chiseled like a body builder, but there was definition to all his musculature. A fine line of silky black hair made a trail from his navel down to the waistband of his pants. But that was not what caused the blonde to feel like his stomach suddenly leapt up into his throat. It wasn't even the silver rings that pierced each of Amon's light-brown nipples. No, Sakaki thought as he sat there gaping, it was the winding tattoos, so stark in contrast with his pale skin, that came over the man's shoulders to wrap around each bicep.

Zaizen grabbed Amon by the shoulders and spun the unresisting body around so that Michael and Sakaki could get a full view of Amon's back.

"Take a good look, boys," the old man said as he looked over Amon's shoulder to the two boys seated on the floor. "This is the mark of true ownership. As much as Amon likes to think that he is free, this will always serve as a reminder of who he belongs to."

The tattoo was both horrible and breathtakingly beautiful at the same time. Now that he could get a good look at the inking, Sakaki saw that it was one continuous design. Two dragons, one black, one red, arched around each other, ready to strike, curved in a position that resembled a yin-yang. The beasts snarled at each other, baring their terrible fangs, with long razor-sharp claws drawn in such exacting detail that they appeared to gouge the flesh of Amon's back. The whipcord tails crisscrossed between Amon's shoulder blades and then coiled around each bicep, as if anchoring the dueling monsters to the body they were etched into. It inspired as much awe as a piece of fine art and Sakaki sat there, bound as he was, with his mouth hanging open as though he was staring at the Mona Lisa. Every subtle detail, every single scale that covered the warring dragons, everything down to fiery glint in the yellow, reptilian eyes was so precise, so perfect, that the tattoo seemed to have a life of its own.

"Exquisite, isn't it?" Zaizen asked both teens.

Sakaki was at a loss for words. He looked over to Michael and could see that his lover was just as dumbstruck. That Zaizen had gone so far as to have Amon permanently scarred for his own sadistic pleasure was mind-boggling. Just when he thought he had seen the depth of the old man's perversions, Sakaki was quickly reminded that he was only scratching the surface.

"How could you?" Michael whispered so softly that Sakaki almost missed it. That was the one question that so succinctly, summed up everything Sakaki had been asking himself since he first found out about Michael's abuse. Zaizen appeared to not have heard the question. The grey-haired man had turned Amon around to face him and was casually flicking at his nipple rings.

"Still so responsive," Zaizen stated as the dark-haired man shivered. "Let's see if you still possess those skills that made you a favorite among the elite."

Sakaki knew what was about to happen. Michael made a panicked sound next to him. Amon sank to his knees, his face was blank, and began to undo Zaizen's trousers.

"Amon! Don't-" Don't what? Don't do it? Don't let that fucker force you? Sakaki left his thought unfinished, but he noticed that Amon paused briefly when he cried out.

"No comments from the peanut gallery, Sakaki. That is, unless you want to take his place," Zaizen offered. Sakaki immediately backed down, disgusted. Zaizen chuckled maliciously and placed his hand on the back of Amon's head, urging him to continue.

Sakaki watched as Amon sucked Zaizen's thick cock. He was surprised by the size of the old man's member. It was huge. The rookie witch hunter absently noted that it was no wonder that Michael was torn so badly. He found he could not tear his eyes away. It was like coming across a car accident you knew had to be fatal and having the compulsion to take a look to see how bad the carnage was. It was so surreal, as though it was a dream, and not actually happening right there in front of him. The old man had his hand fisted in Amon's hair and was thrusting himself vigorously down Amon's throat. Sakaki stared, eyes wide, as Amon was basically being skull-fucked by the other man.

"Haruto?"

Michael's gentle voice drew him away from the live sex show and he turned to meet teary blue eyes.

"Don't watch, Haruto. Don't watch his shame," the redhead wrapped his arms around Sakaki's shoulders and pulled their bodies together. The blonde buried his face into the crook of Michael's neck.

"Untie me," he whispered into the hacker's ear. Michael started at the request and then shook his head in the negative.

"I can't…he'll get angry."

"I don't care. I can get him while he's distracted."

"No," Michael whispered sharply. He tightened his grip on Sakaki. "Haruto, listen to me. Don't make him any angrier that he already is. The only reason he's holding back is because you're amusing him. If you piss him off anymore, he will turn on you and you've seen what he is capable of doing."

"I'm not just going to sit here and take it. I-"

"You have to. For now anyway," the hacker interrupted.

A throaty moan rumbled through the room and Sakaki suppressed a shudder. Zaizen must be close to finishing. "Please, Michael," he begged.

"I'm sorry, but please believe me. This is for the best. I won't let him touch you, but you have to keep your mouth shut." Michael pushed Sakaki away from his body to hold him at arms length. The redhead's eyes were serious and he was imploring his lover to follow along.

The old man came into Amon's mouth with a loud shout that drew both teens' attention. The dark-haired man slumped despondently as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Zaizen tucked himself back into his pants and leaned back against his desk slightly winded.

"Your skills have not faltered. I am impressed, Amon," Zaizen said as he lovingly stroked and petted Amon's head. "Stand up."

Amon did as ordered and rose to his feet. He glanced over to Michael and Sakaki through his long bangs and then quickly looked back down to the floor. Zaizen pushed away from his desk and began to slowly walk around the somber man.

"I'm feeling especially generous tonight; Amon deserves a treat for being such a good pet," the old man drawled slowly. "Which one of you two would like to give Amon a reward?" Neither of the boys responded. "How about you, Amon? Do you have a preference?" Amon kept his eyes trained on the floor. "Michael is very good. I can't speak from experience yet with Sakaki, but Michael didn't look like he had any complaints."

"You are out of your fucking mind, old man," Sakaki snapped.

"Ah, Sakaki, thank you for volunteering," Zaizen said as his mouth curved into a broad grin.

The blonde sat back, a stricken look on his face. He can't possibly be serious. He wants me to…to…with Amon?

"No! I'll do it," Michael cried out. "Please…Master, don't make him. I will take his place."

Did he just call Zaizen "Master?"

Zaizen was not amused. "It's very moving to see you stand up for your love, Michael, but Sakaki is going to have to get used to this sort of thing. Your request is denied."

"Please! I beg you," the hacker choked out with a sob. Zaizen walked over to Michael and clamped his hand onto the teen's jaw.

"You don't get to make the decisions here. I do. You wanted him, Michael. You wanted to keep him all to yourself, but you are not so privileged. What you think of as yours also belongs to me. Never forget that." The old man let go of Michael and walked over and untied Sakaki's wrists. The redhead rubbed at his jaw to ease the throbbing pain. "Now that that has been said, it looks like you have an order to fulfill," he told the blonde.

"No fucking way," Sakaki said as he massaged his wrists. The abrasions were torn open and bleeding freely. Zaizen sighed heavily.

"Sakaki, I've had it with your foul language. The next profanity I hear from you will result in some pain for Michael." To illustrate his threat, the grey-haired man pulled the remote to Michael's collar from his pocket. "It's time to put that filthy mouth of yours to good use."

"This is not necessary," a low baritone voice interrupted. All three sets of eyes fixed on the slender, pale-skinned man.

"Come now, Amon, this is for you," Zaizen said. There was a twinge of irritation in his voice.

"It's not necessary," Amon repeated sternly. Zaizen walked over to the man, shaking his head in disappointment.

"Don't lie. How long has it been…hmm?" The grey-haired man spoke softly as he ran his hand along Amon's collarbone and then lower, over a pierced nipple. The hazel-eyed man gasped, almost wantonly, and bit his lower lip in an effort to stay silent. "Was I the last? Or have you allowed others to enjoy this body?" Zaizen rolled the overly sensitive nub between his thumb and index finger and smiled when Amon began to quiver. "Well? Has there been anyone since me?"

"No…no one," Amon choked out with a groan. His hands were curled into tight fists at his sides.

"It pleases me to hear that, but three years is a long time to go without." Zaizen let his other hand slip down to cup Amon's growing erection. The tall man lurched forward in surprise and had to throw out his arms to brace himself on Zaizen's broad chest.

"Ngh…don't," Amon panted.

"Why not? It feels good doesn't it?" Zaizen leered as he continued to rub his palm over Amon's groin, slowly coaxing him into full arousal. "Sakaki, come here. He's ready for you now."

"Hell, no," the blonde shot back.

The old man's shoulders dropped and he gave an annoyed sigh. Stopping his ministrations, he turned to face the young troublemaker. Despite his best effort not to, Amon still groaned at the loss of contact.

"Rule number one, Sakaki, is that when I give you an order, you follow it," Zaizen stated calmly.

"No," Sakaki retorted defiantly.

Zaizen arched an eyebrow. "No?"

"Please, Master. I'll do it," Michael once again attempted to save his lover from humiliation.

"No, Michael. Sakaki needs to learn."

The pain that was burning in the pit of Sakaki's stomach ever since this whole ordeal began started to flare in a churning, cramping sort of way. He should have known it was going to end badly when he saw the gleam in the old man's eyes when he ran into him in the parking garage. Sakaki stared down at the floor because he knew that if he looked up into that smug face he was going to say or do something they would all end up regretting. Michael was trying to divert the attention off of him, but he didn't really like the alternative. If he didn't give in and suck off Amon, then Michael was going to have to do it. A motherfucking no-win situation. What the hell should I do?

A plain manila envelope was dropped on the floor directly in front of him. Sakaki turned his questioning eyes up to the man towering over him.

"Open it," Zaizen instructed.

Sakaki reached into the envelope and pulled out what appeared to be a few photographs. His violet eyes widened considerably when he realized who was pictured.

"Mariko," he gasped as he looked down at the face of his younger sister. These were obviously surveillance pictures taken with a telephoto lens. The first picture showed his sister walking home from school with some friends, smiling and happy. The second was Mariko and her foster-brother playing in the backyard of their house. But the last one made him want to scream. The mysterious photographer snapped a picture of Sakaki's sister while she was in her room changing her clothes. The photo was taken from behind, but she was obviously shirtless.

"Your sister is very beautiful and she seems so happy where she is," Zaizen said as he looked down at the photographs the blonde was holding. "You wouldn't want to do anything to jeopardize that, would you, Sakaki? I know many people who would pay good money for that last picture. Just think what they would do if they had an opportunity at the real thing."

Sakaki's resolve shattered like a television set being struck with a sledgehammer. His world exploded into a million pieces. His vision swam with a sense of vertigo like someone had just yanked the floor out from under him. He felt lost, disconnected, drowning in the overwhelming misery that was thrust upon him.

"She's twelve, you bastard," Sakaki spat out, though it sounded suspiciously like a sob.

"Yes, I suppose I am a bastard," the old man said with a victorious look. "It's just a matter of knowing how to properly motivate people. I believe that we just found your motivation, Sakaki." Zaizen reached out and ran his hand through playfully through the blonde's hair. He laughed when Sakaki jerked his head away. "Now, I gave you an order."

Sakaki wasn't sure how he managed to convince his body into crawling the few feet over to Amon. And even more baffling was how he was able to reach up and begin to unbutton Amon's pants. His hands were shaking badly and he jumped when graceful, long-fingered hands settled over his own. Sakaki looked up at Amon's miserable expression.

"I'm sorry," the dark-haired man said softly.

"Don't be sorry, Amon. This is for you…enjoy this gift." The tone in Zaizen's voice filled Sakaki with an urge to vomit…or drive his fist so hard into the old man's face that it would come out the other side. It was a tough call.

Sakaki nodded once to acknowledge Amon's apology. It was a minute comfort that the other man was not drawing any pleasure from this experience, but it didn't change the fact that the blonde was spitting mad at the fact that he was being forced to perform oral sex on his superior and that his sister's wellbeing was on the line if he refused. He reached into Amon's pants and pulled out the flaccid member. He tried to keep himself detached and focused on getting Amon to the finish line as soon as possible. Sakaki gently clasped the base of Amon's penis. He was a little shocked to see that Amon was circumcised, but tried not to dwell on it or the size and coloration, or the faint musky aroma. He refused to let his mind wander to those places because it would be another reminder that it was not Michael he was kneeing before. Amon had gone soft at some point. Not that it really made a difference to Sakaki; he was being forced to do this and was far from enthusiastic about it. Swallowing what was left of his pride; he leaned in and suckled on the tip. The dark-haired man made a funny little noise in the back of his throat, almost like a kitten's mewl. The blonde figured he must be doing something right and took more into his mouth.

Pretend its Michael. You can do this; just pretend that it's him. Fuck! I shouldn't have to be psyching myself up for this. That fucking bastard is dead! I will make him pay for this.

Amon's body was completely rigid. Sakaki could feel the tension from where he placed his hand on the other man's thigh for balance. He dared a glance up to Amon's face. The dark-haired man's head was bent forward and his eyes were shut tightly. His face was contorted in an expression of pain. Sakaki let his own eyes slide closed. It made it a little bit easier to disassociate himself. He was trying his damnedest, but it didn't matter if went slow or fast, or how hard or soft he sucked, Amon was not getting hard. Sakaki didn't know whether to rejoice or be annoyed.

"What have we here?" Zaizen's irritating voice questioned. He had moved to stand to the left of the pair and was watching the two closely. "It looks like you're not enjoying Sakaki's efforts, Amon. You know better than that. Would you like me to help things along?"

Sakaki didn't like the sound of that. Amon didn't reply, but Sakaki felt the muscles in his legs twitch. The old man maneuvered himself behind the slender man and licked his index and middle fingers. Without a word of warning, Zaizen thrust his fingers into Amon. The dark-haired man cried out sharply and doubled over, nearly falling on top of the blonde, gagging him accidentally. Sakaki winced slightly at the tight grip Amon had on his shoulder to keep from collapsing and he backed off so that he wouldn't unintentionally injure the other man.

Zaizen looked over Amon's shoulder and stared down at Sakaki. "Did I say you could stop?" he barked.

The blonde balked at the harsh tone momentarily, but then went back to his task. Amon began to thrust into his mouth. An inadvertent motion created by the ramming of Zaizen's fingers. Sakaki swore the old man was purposely shoving Amon's body forward with each thrust just to watch him gag. Tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes as he struggled to not choke on the now hardened flesh in his mouth. Time seemed to pass excruciatingly slow. Eventually a rhythm was established and Sakaki lost himself in it.

In and out. Don't think…just in and out.

"You like that, don't you?" Zaizen slurped into Amon's ear. "You always were a little slut…letting all those men do whatever they wanted. Is that why no one has touched you for all these years? Huh? No one could fuck you like me…isn't that right?"

Amon's whole body seemed to convulse and he let out this ragged, broken shout as he came into Sakaki's mouth. The blonde felt the hot fluid hit the roof of his mouth and jerked his head back to remove himself from Amon's cock, but Zaizen quickly grabbed a handful of dirty-blonde locks and kept his head in place. A few more spurts of semen followed and Sakaki struggled to free himself, desperately wanting to spit out the vile tasting liquid in his mouth. Once the shudders stopped, Zaizen yanked Sakaki off Amon so hard that the blonde's teeth scraped the sensitive tip in their retreat. The old man's meaty hand clamped over Sakaki's mouth.

"Swallow it," Zaizen ordered. The blonde began to panic, wildly kicking while he tried to claw at the hand keeping his jaw shut. "Swallow it!" he ordered again, pressing harder against the boys face.

Sakaki screamed behind Zaizen's fingers. This was something he was unable to do for Michael, even under the best situations. There was no way in heaven or hell that was going to make him start now. Fed up with the blonde's resistance, the old man roughly stoked his throat, coaxing Sakaki's reaction to swallow. With a sobbing moan, he did just that. Sakaki felt the fluid slide down his esophagus with all the consistency of a glob of warm snot. His stomach immediately began to protest that decision and lurched powerfully.

"Keep it down, Sakaki," Zaizen warned. When the old man was satisfied that nothing was going to come up, he let the boy go. Sakaki fell over, shaking and boneless. Michael rushed to his side and placed a cool hand on his forehead.

"Haruto, its okay…you're okay," the hacker said as soothingly as he could. Sakaki wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, and he wanted Michael to stop fussing over him. He would have yelled at his lover had he possessed the strength, but right now, at the forefront of his mind was not vomiting all over the place.

"You did very well for your first time, Sakaki. You may leave now," Zaizen said to the room as he gathered his overcoat.

Sakaki couldn't muster up the energy or the scathing words he wanted to shout back at him. He instead glared wearily over his shoulder at the man as Michael dragged his uncooperative body out the door to the office. The redhead sat him in the first chair they came upon and before Sakaki could register that he was gone again, a paper cup of water was being held in front of his face. Sakaki took the cup and drank from it greedily, eager to wash away the salty, starchy taste from his mouth. When he finished, he leaned forward to rest his elbows heavily on his knees.

I can't believe I just did that…with Amon.

"Good job tonight, boys. I will see you in a week and we'll have some more fun."

Sakaki raised his head to see Zaizen's back as he left the control room. He crushed the little paper cup in his fist. It was a poor substitute for what he really wanted to unleash his rage upon. There was no way he was ever going to allow himself to be used again. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he let himself be manipulated into that evil man's sick power game. The recent events started to replay in Sakaki's mind and he started going over the sequence in which things had happened. It slowly began to dawn on him that Michael and Amon were nothing but a pair of cowards. Amon had spoken so confidently about his plans to bring Zaizen down and yet, after a three-year hiatus he fell right back into line like an obedient slave.

"Calm down, Haruto" Michael spoke tenderly, sensing that his lover was teetering on the edge of a complete meltdown. He knelt down so that he was eye to eye with the blonde. "You need to calm down. I know it's…difficult, but calm down and we can talk this over."

"Talk what over exactly?" Sakaki spat venomously back at the redhead. "The fact that I'm just as fucked as you are now?"

Bright blue eyes widened in shock. "I won't let that happen, Haruto…please believe me," Michael tried to sound convincing.

"Believe you?" Sakaki repeated incredulously. "Why the fuck should I believe anything you have to say? You….I…I could have stopped him, Michael. I had the perfect opportunity and you didn't help me."

Michael stood and took a step away from the blonde. His eyes narrowed. "And then what? If I untied you, what is it that you think you could have done?"

"I could have taken him down," Sakaki answered simply.

Michael laughed bitterly. "You honestly believe that don't you? You think what he made you do was that bad? It would have been a hundred times worse if you tried and failed, and trust me, you would have failed." The redhead paused briefly and gave a rueful shake of his head. "You really have no clue who you're dealing with, Haruto. He wants to hurt you. Don't you get that? He wants to hurt you and he has no problem doing whatever he needs to get the reaction he wants."

"Michael is right, Sakaki," Amon said quietly as he entered the control room. His high-collared shirt was back on and he looked no less ruffled then he had before. Sakaki was out of his chair and his fist was connecting with the dark-haired man's cheek before anyone could react.

How dare he. How *dare* he come in here and look like nothing happened.

Amon's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow and he didn't make a move to defend himself when Sakaki let another one fly.

"Of course he's right, you son of a bitch!" the blonde screamed. "You didn't even try to stop him. You let him…him…you fucking coward!" Angry tears were streaming down Sakaki's face as he landed another punch that brought the tall man down.

Amon kept his head down anticipating another hit, but when it didn't come he looked up. Sakaki was standing over him, a look of betrayal on his face.

"I looked up to you," Sakaki whispered hoarsely as he stared down into haunted hazel eyes. "I trusted you and now look at you. You're nothing but a worthless coward."

"Haruto," Michael gasped. The blonde swung his head to glare at his lover. Sakaki was beyond angry now. If he stayed in that room one second longer he knew someone was going to get hurt. He shook his head in disgust and stormed out of the room and towards the elevator. He patted his jacket pocket to make sure his keys were still there.

"Wait! Haruto!" Michael shouted as he rounded the corner.

"Leave me alone, Michael." Sakaki didn't bother to look at him; he just kept his eyes fixed on the elevator doors.

"Please…don't go," the hacker sounded desperate. "Please don't leave me."

Sakaki swallowed hard in an effort to keep the tears from falling. When he felt a gentle hand on his forearm, he spun around and pushed the redhead away from him violently.

"Just stay the fuck away from me, Michael." The doors opened and he stepped inside the elevator car. Michael made one last attempt to fling himself into the car before the doors closed, but Sakaki grabbed hold of him by his upper arms and shoved him back out. There was enough force behind it to send the scrawny teen into the wall opposite the elevator.

"Haruto," the hacker sobbed as he watched to doors close on the enraged face of his lover. His knees buckled and he slid down the wall.

"No…this can't be happening," Michael whispered.

TBC………..

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*Ducks behind rock. Peeks head out and looks around* So sorry for the long wait. I decided to take a small break from my angsty fics and write something a bit more light-hearted. It was supposed to only be a few chapters long, but after four chapters I realized that the story was bigger than I originally envisioned. The story has now been put into rotation with my other fics so that there won't be such a long span between updates. So, if you like Gundam Wing and you like modern day fairy tales, check out my story "The Unicorn." Okay, enough pimping my own stuff. Now, I want to give thanks to all the wonderful people who have taken the time to leave me a review, so I will start something new- individual review responses! Get `em while they're hot.

My peeps from Adultfanfiction:

Michiru- Thanks for reading. Keep holding on for Zaizen to get what's coming to him. Will it be Michael? You'll just have to wait and see.

Auronslover- Thank you for the compliment. Zaizen is wicked bad isn't he? I think all the boys need a hug after this chapter.

Bubbles- Woo Hoo! A convert. Welcome to the dark side I'm touched that my little story had that much of an effect on you, but hey, it's opened you up to a whole new world right?

iJ3i- First off, let me say thank you. I always look forward to getting a review from you. Not only do you take the time to review each chapter, you leave very detailed and often funny reviews that definitely make me feel good about my writing. Sorry the last chapter bummed you out. I can only imagine what this chapter did for you. *hides under desk* I do try to portray the reality of rape and abuse and try not to glamorize it, so if you were uncomfortable than I guess I did something right.

SatanicRebel666- Glad you liked it. Sorry for the wait.

Nutmeg- They call me "evilkat" for a reason, hee hee. I suppose this chapter's cliffy was worse then the previous chapters. Don't worry, there shouldn't be as long a wait for the next installment. Thanks for reading.

Cas Rigby- The kiss is not necessary, but thank you anyway. As for Amon being submissive, don't forget the years of abuse he endured. While abuse victims often seem hard on the outside, they have usually have cracks in their façade big enough to drive a truck through and all it takes is one hit in the right place for it to all come tumbling down. But don't worry, Amon is much more resilient then we realize.

Nicki- Thanks for reading and enjoying.

Bffimagine- Don't worry, I promise there will be a happy ending. I'm not that morbid…okay maybe I am, but it will get worse before it gets better for the boys. But it will get better.

Anonymous- *blushes* Thank you for the wonderful compliment. Professional writing is my ultimate goal. I'm using fanfiction as practice for the big game. We'll see where this takes me, but thanks again for reading.

My homies at Mediaminer:

thePrincesJewel- Yes, that counts as a review. Just when you thought things were going to get better, Zaizen shows up to ruin it. Thanks for reading. The rollercoaster ride has just begun.

Burn the Doll- Okay, you win the award for the funniest review. Ah, if only Sprite were little cans of inspiration. Writing would be so much easier, right? Don't worry, I'm not going to abandon the fic. Thanks for hanging in.

Kanno- There are more Zaizen/Michael fics out there? I haven't come across any so please tell me where you have seen them. The FF.net fiasco is still a sore note but I've learned to let it go. Thanks for reading.

Kaiya- Sorry for the long wait. Thanks for reading.

And finally, everyone at FanFiction who have been dealing with the edited version:

Yuki-chu- The angsty stuff is far from over. Buckle up, it's going to be a bumpy ride. Thanks for reading.

Yamata Dragon- There, I updated. Please call off the fishes. Glad you're enjoying things and thanks for reading.

Seras-hime- Thanks for reading. If you thought the last cliffhanger was bad, you must think I'm really evil for this one.

And last, but certainly not least, many thanks to my wonderful beta- Press, who constantly is pushing my writing to the next level and to whom I am eternally grateful to. Thanks babe ;) Tune in next time for the aftermath. Same Kat-time, same Kat-channel.