Zombie-Loan Fan Fiction ❯ Kanpeki ❯ Chapter 1

Author's Note: All characters belong to Peach Pit and their manga `Zombie Loan'.

Warning: NC-17

 

 

 

“Kneel there, Shito-sama.”

The snap of the binding magic still hurt. It always hurt, and some detached part of Shito's mind sighed resigned, apart from the self that was suddenly transfixed to the floor, limbs locked in invisible iron, constricting pain making it hard to breathe. His head fell back a little, hair across his eyes as he tried not to whimper with the pain; but he couldn't move his gaze as Touhou leaned forward, brushing the silky dark hair aside almost tenderly, with a slow smile.

“You remain my perfect little monster. Filthy and unalive, unable to do anything against me…”

Shito tried to look away, to spit more curses, but Touhou merely smiled a little more evilly, crossing around slowly to behind Shito, pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it to one side. One hand came down to cover his eyes, and then yanked his hair back hard.

“I love those eyes of yours… so defiant, monster. So disbelieving! But really, how could you be anything else?”

The dim room was only lit by the pale lights shining through the water in the glass walls around them. Shito shuddered slightly under the spell, trying to move, and then stilling instantly as he felt the familiar cold thinness of a knife pressed against his shoulder.

“If you were anything else, I might feel -guilty- about doing this to you, young master,” purred Touhou in his ear. The feel of the knife changed suddenly, scoring into his flesh in light, flicking movements. Drawing characters again, Shito surmised, gritting his teeth against the pain that he could not move away from.

“But I think anyone is allowed to write his name on his own property, don't you think?” The knife continued lazily down his shoulder blade, the flourish at the end of the character scoring deeper suddenly, and despite the spell Shito moved forward a little, fighting at the bonds. Dammit, wasn't he supposed to fight? He drew a laboured breath, thinking of what that damned white-haired idiot had been saying. Person…. They thought he was a person, right? He and Kita-san…

 

“Now now, Shito-shaoye, none of that.” The hand over his eyes slipped down to a crushing grip on his throat, and Touhou slid around to stand in Shito's eyeline again, bloody knife still toying between his fingers, and smiled beneficently. “It's been a long time since you fought back. Does this vacation you're having playing with mongrels make you really think you have a chance against me?” The man moved closer, stooping to tip Shito's chin up again, and held the point of the knife underneath it.

“Don't move now, will you?” Shito creased his eyes, head aching with the strain of keeping his chin away from the knife, knowing if he relaxed it for even a second Touhou would not hesitate to let it slide right through his jaw.

“Much better.” The man's tone was gloating, producing a much finer scalpel knife, and shivering with delight at Shito's glare of hate. Damn but even though he -knew- it was just what Touhou wanted, it was difficult -not- to fight back. The bastard…

“Keep that look, Shito-shaoye.” The scalpel flicked back and forth across Shito's upper arms, sending spatters of blood across the floor, and across Touhou's clothing. He knelt up in front of the bound zombie, letting the scalpel trail down his right arm, carving a winding, oozing path of red all the way to his wrist, and then into the palm of his hand.

“Does your little mongrel know what this hand of his gets up to when he's not around? That while you hold it, it belongs utterly to me, like the rest of you does?”

Shito was still straining to keep his head tilted back, and he closed his eyes angry and resigned. Not again…

Touhou grabbed the bloody right hand, and moved it strongly to his own groin, pressing the palm against the hardness of his erection.

“Now, Shito-shaoye, will you go home able to look him in the eye? Your so-called friend?” Touhou crooned as he moved smooth material aside, and started using Shito's hand to stroke himself, half- closing his eyes.

“Knowing that you kneel here in subjection, a monster that has no will, that these beautiful marks I get to leave will be healed back to perfection…. But your hands will still be stained with blood and essence, you know that. Even when I'm not there. Oops…”

The rougher movements he was making, kneeling closer to Shito, had jerked his arm forward and thus his whole body, head falling a little and driving the knife up under his chin an inch or so. Shito couldn't help crying out, coughing on the blood that welled up in his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

Touhou pulled the knife away and out, grunting slightly as he bit his own lip in pleasure. “Dear me. Does that hurt, monster?” Suddenly he grasped both his hands either side of Shito's head, forcing the boy's aching jaw open and thrusting himself in. Shito gagged on the length that rammed against the back of his throat, tears standing his scrunched up eyes as he tried not to cough on the blood and the taste.

“Ohhhhh…..”

Touhou shuddered, pulling himself free and withdrawing to crouch in front of Shito, letting the spell loose enough for the boy to curl over forward, coughing on cum and blood, it clumping his hair slightly. He gloated, shivering again with pleasure at the defeated, defiled face that raised back up towards him, no remains of the defiance that had lit Shito's eyes earlier.

“I'm afraid I don't have much time to sit and play with you, shaoye.” He tidied himself up neatly, rebuttoning his clothes, and still looking amused at the beautiful young man who was curled shirtless, bloodstained and gagging on the floor. “But I do hope you won't forget who you truly are. This is all you ever can be, a beautiful unbreakable doll…. And your `friends' will soon know what lies you hide.” He nodded to the silent attendant who stood by the door, smiling pleasantly despite the blood still spattered across his clothes.

“Heal him up for me, will you?” He sauntered out, leaving Shito cursing himself miserably on the floor, dull eyes watching the fish flickering across the lighted glass above him.