A Dog's Game

Series: Togainu no Chi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Shiki x Akira, Keisuke x Akira implied
Warnings: Really bad language, violence, near rape situations, yaoi, lots of blood and dirty sex.
Summary: No matter how much Akira tried to get away from Shiki, he always ended back unable to resist the way that be treated him, no matter how poorly it is.

A Dog's Game

“How much do you want it?”

Kneeling in front of the raven-haired man, Akira was at his mercy. One hand was forcefully attained by the heavy chains locked around the bed post, bare flesh subjected to the chilling air of the room, his legs spread wide vulnerably exposing his dripping cock to his captor. Licking his lips at the treat that was presented before him Shiki reiterated the question again, using his foot to swat away the hand that was desperately trying to grasp at his own throbbing heat.

“I am not begging” the dark silver-haired male growled frustrated at his denial to alleviate his own need.

Tassels of torn clothing floated on air down gently brushing over his flesh driving the need further, snaking fingertips over his tone chest and down his abdomen were rejected by a swift kick to the gut.

With Akira hunched over in pain gasping for air, Shiki sneered “That’s not very obedient of you” Fingers dug harshly into Akira’s chin as he knelt down to near his level, wrenching his face into contact with his. Rough breathes against his cheek that was fuelled by the overtone of dominance. “You will only touch yourself if I want you to…my pet”

Slightly dazed and winded Akira spat insults back at the male glaring deep into his crimson eyes expressing his hatred towards him. Lunging at him was reckless move with his shoulder snapping back, a hard thud against his back, his shoulder and wrist aching from his confinement. He was being utterly humiliated by the man for his own twisted desires.

Immense pain was quickly proceeded…a cruel price for his disobedience. The bitter taste within his mouth letting him know who the master was in the situation, Akira would be at his beckon call against his will. If Shiki didn’t want it to happen he would make sure it wouldn’t with the price suffered was unpleasant to say the least.

Gagging on his fluid the dark-haired male was unable to speak only gurgle out what might have been classed as something that resembled speech, droplets of red warmth sprayed against Shiki’s cheek his every word he tried to utter. A sudden jolt coursed through his entire frame with flexible material thrust against his nakedness, growling profoundly Akira bucked his hips higher.

“Fuck you I am not your pet” Akira hissed at him, his head rolling to the side allowing the blood to freely flow out of his mouth. The knock hadn’t daunted him in the slightest instead his body aching for more than just the touch of Shiki’s confined cock through his now abundantly tight vinyl pants.

Deep red eyes narrowed displeased with his toy’s response, callously grasping the male’s long bangs between his slender fingers an audible crack echoed through the room as skull connected with floor. “But you are” His low voice oozing with seduction with his lips ghosting the stunned male’s, his long tongue flicking out gathering his bitter nectar on the tip as it roughly collected the run off from the crevice of his mouth. “Like a faithful dog you came running back to your master”

…And that he did. It wasn’t the first time he had come back with his tail between his legs wanting to be dominated the way he had been. The first time was harsh, all he wanted to do was find Keisuke but instead he found this malicious killer. From there he was tortured, raped and belittled more than he could imagine that any normal person would endure but yet he came back for more.

Shifting his light frame Shiki pressed his genitalia harder into Akira’s with a positive response as the man whimpered, crushing his hips up higher gently biting his lower lip to conceal the embarrassment of his pleas of want. Ridiculing the man writhing underneath him Shiki pinned down his hands while he rubbed up against him, circling his hips taunting the hot flesh between his trousers and Akira’s stomach, his pet always behaved when it got attention.

“Do you want it my pet” Shiki purred at him, making the young man yelp out as his teeth racked against one of his stiff nipples.

Swallowing hard trying to moisten his dry throat Akira cried out “Yes” in a state of mixed thoughts between not wanting to succumb to his subjugator but at the same time wanting to pacify his own need for fulfilment.

Fingernails dug into the other man’s fingers wanting to break the hold he had over him as Shiki bit down onto his sensitive flesh leaving his teeth marks imprinted in the ridged skin. Even thou he wished for his release the anticipation of what the sadist was going to do to him next provoked him more, he was completely at his mercy.

He was so close it was almost unbearable, squirming around underneath the man trying to create any friction he would with the lack of motion. Akira gasped as he found the right position pushing his hips up harder, the wet lips against his chest and then… his throbbing erection screamed out with the sudden loss of contact as casually Shiki got up off him. Cursing at him as Shiki peered down at him, he was so near to being satisfied but he was sure that Shiki knew that. He could never have it so easy.

“Finish up Inu-kun” he sneered leaving him so close to his peak once again, his raven hair freely flowing over his face partially covering that contemptuous glare he had. It didn’t take Akira long to complete his release, a few pumps of his burning slick member was needed, his back arching with a held breath shooting his come up his belly. Asperous gasping overbearing the beating of his racing heart, shutting his eyelids tight so he couldn’t see the heartless bastard, his sweaty palm running over his daubed forehead in a silent moment of contentment.

He did know his name, the unpleasant formalities were over and done with the first time they were together. Akira had only heard Shiki speak his name once, he had never heard him name sound so sexy as he purred it with his deep raspy voice. But he didn’t expect to have it uttered again…first name basis was too personal.

Snarling back “Cunt” as his response Akira rolled over onto his side using the back of his hand smearing the blood trail across his cheek. That knock was going to leave another mark one of many that he has received during his times with Shiki. Having to go back to Keisuke and explain what had happened to him and why his body was covered with cuts and bruises was getting painstakingly harder each time. They were Igura participants so it was bound to happen but returning with no dog tags at all Akira could tell that he was getting suspicious. He was always so vicious with him that every time Keisuke tried to touch him he would pull away knowing it hurt him. He was a fool for playing with fire as he got burnt every time.

“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?”

Impetuous movement brought Akira to his knees with the weighty chain being reefed threateningly until stopping abruptly with the firm grasp around his neck, constricting his airways. Fingernails clawed ferociously over the slippery material, sweat producing a squelching noise as he struggled for oxygen gasping in as he tried to command him to realise his hold. He didn’t comply with his pleas straight away with his fingers crushing his larynx further until the male could feel himself starting to lose consciousness, it was only then he let go blatantly disregarding the rasping cries as he proceeded to slide his trousers around his ankles. Believing that underwear was only a useless article of clothing, Shiki’s cock was fully exposed and requiring some captivation.

“Now my pet” That fiendish grin would show Akira that this time there were no more games, he would behave like the good dog he was meant to be…or so he thought as the dark-haired man was still to high spirited for that as he screamed out “You bastard”

…Wrong answer. Another stiff hard kick to the gut forced Akira’s jaw to drop giving Shiki the leverage needed. Insistently guiding himself deep into the male’s throat the vibration against his length made him grunt as his pet gagged trying to stop the bile from rising up further than it already was. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he tried to pull away from the menace but he was denied with a fistful of hair holding him firmly in place, only being able to move as he was forced back and forth appeasing Shiki’s need.

“Let me go” was the first thing Akira whimpered pleading with the man as he regained his ability to speak but his cries weren’t heard as he was dragged up to his feet, spun around and forced face first into the wall.

No words were spoken by the tall male he wasn’t going to let his mood be ruined by the snivelling of his puppy instead kicked is both legs to the side he stretched Akira’s body out towards him. His firm backside high up in the air taunting for a good mounting to which there was no way he wanted to hold off the aching for any longer as he released Akira’s hair, his palms reddening the creamy skin of his cheeks as he spread them apart.

Wide eyed and crying out in surprise Akira’s hot entrance was penetrated taking his full length in one movement. Sudden humiliation as he realised that he was hard again, even through the complaints and the pain he couldn’t deny that the slightest touch made his body quiver. “Nn Shiki…fuck…move”

Ignoring his request Shiki hunched over Akira’s back, his long fingers snaking around his chest down towards his crotch grasping his erection roughly making him whimper with overly tight grip. “Can’t you be a little gentle?” Akira hissed at the sensitive organ almost being crushed but the word gentle wasn’t even in Shiki’s vocabulary.

Fresh blood running out of the open wound was proof of that as he slammed his behind hard, his teeth biting down hard viciously tearing flesh from his shoulder. The coppery taste tantalising his taste buds fuelling his sadistic desires to consume the man’s being, making sure that his mind and body would be only his. His hand sliding up and down Akira’s slick member making cry out with the man’s hips reacting, pushing back onto his harder trying to impale his body. With fluttering his eyelids Shiki racked his nails down the male’s back drawing more blood, his tongue lapping up the taste as Akira quivered underneath him.

High pitched yelps of pain and pleasure mingled with low throaty groans as climax drew closer. Akira was first crying out as his seed spurted over his stomach and through Shiki’s fingers. Collapsing against the taller male Akira tried to relax but the jerking movement from behind didn’t give him as chance, wetness trickled down his arm as nails dug in hard crying out as Shiki’s mouth bit down into his neck muffling his grunt as he released deep inside him.

Clinging together for that brief moment a hand was presented in front of Akira’s face, the thick milky substance dripping off onto the ground. Hungrily Akira feasted on his own liquid not wanting to leave any trace of it behind like he was starved for the goodness, his tongue dragging in the last part of the run off from the corner of his mouth before his knees collapsed underneath with the sudden lack of support. Wiping himself off and discarding the mess with a flick of his wrist Shiki left the room silently going to the bathroom. He had never been one for small talk afterwards, no snuggling, no post coital bliss, just leaving Akira lying in a mess of bodily fluids.

Not once had he ever had the feeling of his coarse lips against his skin in that of a caring nature, that tongue lustfully plunged into his mouth for him to enjoy and the only time he ever touched him below was when he wanted to sadistically draw out his longing. Their arrangement was not one of love it was nothing more than unadulterated sexual pleasure.

While he had no problem with that all he yearned for was some recognition that he even existed after the fact, instead all he felt was gut wrenching sickness that he was nothing more than a faceless sex slave like that thing that was always at Aribitro’s side. Then again that was what he really was to him, nothing more than a tool of sex…and he was the one who was languishing for it too.

Warmth ran down his inner thigh as he tried to reclaim his breath sharply gasping in short bursts making his chest heaved against the cold floorboards, the sickening feeling of guilt that always followed enthralled his consciousness. Keisuke…how could he do it to him? If the truth ever came out what would the young man do? Ashamed he already knew the answer. Rain, that what would happen. He knew he would turn back to that addictive drug again and if that happened this time Akira knew that he wouldn’t have the gods on his side for another time it would be his untimely death.

Keisuke I’m sorry please forgive…huh?

Instantaneous black blanketed his sight as something grainy covered his face, the sharp particles on the fabric rubbing against the bruising that was already starting to form. Pulling it off his face and studying what it was he quickly came to terms with what he had been passed, the snide murmured of Shiki taunting him with the words “Clean yourself up” didn’t help either. Did he ever wash that thing? His scent still strong from the last time he had used it, his sweat and semen clumping the cloth together.

“What’s the matter pet?” the male satirized pulling his tight shirt back over his head adjusting it as he gazed at the mess on the floor of blood and come, licking his lips at the delicious chaos.

Disrespect. That was all he received from the man. Tossing the tainted towel back at his feet, his ice blue eyes glared furiously as he stood back up on his feet. He tried to move further but his restraints were still held firm in place preventing him from attacking back, jerking his limb a few times was meaningless. He was always just out of his reach. “You can at least let me have a fucking shower”

“Eager to go again so soon”

No answer. It wouldn’t have made a difference if he gave one or not, when Shiki wanted it there was nothing he would do to fend him off. The only thing he could hope for was a moments rest, dragging himself up on the bed Akira blindly stared at the roof, the slatted patterns blurring as he found to hard keep his eyes open. The blood curling screams of despair from the outside with someone’s life meetings its end wasn’t enough to keep him awake, tugging the flimsy sheet over his lower body as he rolled over on his side, one arm hanging over the edge of the bed while the other was used as his pillow as sleep took him under its wing.

Huffing at the sleeping male’s gentle breathing Shiki casually walked over towards the bed, kneeling down next to him watching the look on content that engulfed his face. A ridged hand stroked the side of his blood stained face, this one was certainly entertaining…he would certain make sure to keep him around. Licking the collected blood from his hand Shiki smirked dressing himself in his long trench coat, picking up his katana and headed towards the door.

“Hmph all in good time my pet”