In The Name of Love

Some people might call it sick, probably even recommend him to the psychiatric ward, the way he wanted to do anything for Joshua Kiryuu. His Master. Neku would commit the darkest debasement and still come out the other end loving the Composer, would kill and do terrible things just to see his Master happy. Neku had always been derived of affection before, he wasn't unaware of the fact that he loved to serve people. Joshua was the type of person he needed; strong-willed, commanding, beautiful...it didn't matter to Neku that the affection he felt for his Master was one-sided.

Joshua pushed open the door to Dead God's Pad, dried blood staining the front of his shirt. He had just had to deal with an extremely violent delinquent Reaper, and he wasn't in the best mood. He saw Neku sitting on his sofa and averted his eyes. He couldn't be bothered to deal with that nuisance today. Stalking through the room, Joshua headed for his bedroom and a shower and change of clothes.

Neku watched with worried eyes as his Master walked straight past him, the dried blood beaming signals into his brain like an alien from another planet. He curled up from the leather sofa, following him like a lost puppy. "Master...?" he asked softly, reaching out to him with gentle, trembling fingers.

The hand that was flung out to slap Neku's cheek was hard and stinging. "Don't touch me," Joshua snarled, moving through the doorway of his bedroom.

The redhead stood there for a moment, eyes closing as he relished in the pain. Pain was, at least, something that allowed him to know Joshua acknowledged him. He followed nonetheless, stepping into the master bedchambers. "Please...let me wash you," Neku whispered, hopeful eyes turned on the Composer.

Joshua regarded his little slave with cold eyes. "You are pitiful, my pathetic Neku," he said, reaching down to grip Neku's chin. "So broken. So beautiful." It was true. Neku would do anything for him, and Joshua relished that fact. He released his grip and started to peel off his clothes, moving towards the bathroom and turning on the taps for the bath. "I shall let you wash me, this time."

"Thank you, Master." Neku sighed in bliss and moved, gathering the necessary supplies from the bathroom cupboard, taking a moment to look at himself in the small mirror over the sink. A broken gaze looked back at him, blue eyes once so soulful and brilliant in their hue just damaged shades of their former colour.

Joshua let the bath fill, turning the taps when it was nearly full and stepping in. He sighed as the hot water washed over his body and soothed away the ache in his muscles. He waved a hand in the air, the action a silent signal for Neku to begin.

Neku turned away from the mirror and moved over to the Composer, kneeling down at the side of the bath and dipping the sponge in the water, beginning to carefully wash the dried blood from his Master's chest.

Joshua closed his eyes. It was nice having someone around who would do things like this for him. It had taken a while, after the Game, to gain Neku's trust… But with a bit of seduction here and a bit of Music manipulation there, his hotheaded and determined proxy had fallen in love with him. And now he was never leaving, Joshua knew that. Neku was akin to a puppet, with Joshua the nimble puppeteer; Neku would do anything Joshua asked, purely because he wanted to.

The redhead slid the sponge into the bath again, scrubbing it on the side to clean it of the dried blood before he brought it around and began lathering Joshua's back with sweet, lavender-smelling body soap. He leaned in a little, his eyes half-lidded - he received the greatest pleasure when he was doing something that pleased his Master. The sponge slid across pale shoulders and he licked his lips, resisting the urge to lean down and kiss the skin there.

Joshua cracked open an eye to see Neku close to him, and he shifted away. "Can you not even do this without wanting more?"

"I'm sorry, Master." Neku pursed his lips together and lowered his gaze, a small pink flush covering his cheeks as he continued to scrub Joshua's body, thinking back on the second week. His Master was so cruel, giving him what he longed for and then taking it away again...

Joshua noted Neku's pursed lips and avoiding gaze and commanded, lazily, "Tell me what you're thinking about."

The flush curled brighter along his cheeks, licking his lips as his hand stilled. "I...I was thinking about you, Master..." Neku swallowed deeply and slid the sponge back into the water, rinsing it, his breathing a little deeper.

"Mmm," murmured Joshua. "Would you care to elaborate?" Neku looked extremely flustered, and Joshua wanted to know why.

"Y-yes, of course Master..." Neku wrung the sponge out between his hands, swallowing again. "I...I...I was...I was thinking...inappropriate thoughts," he finally stammered out, looking for all the more like a tomato with hair.

Joshua giggled at Neku's blush. "Tell me exactly what these thoughts were, Neku," he commanded, sinking down to submerge his body fully in the water and reaching out a hand to play with a piece of his hair.

"I...I...I..." Neku thought he would have a nosebleed when the thoughts returned, hunching into the neck of his shirt to avoid his Master's gaze. "I was..." He swallowed deeply again. "I was imagining...I was thinking about how nice Master's body would feel against...against mine..."

"Are you saying you want to have sex with me, Neku?"

Neku's eyes widened and he shook his head, wringing the poor sponge between his hands abusively. "N-n-n-not like that! I just...I was remembering...I was thinking about...about the second week of the Game..."

Joshua stood up, water sloshing about him and droplets flying everywhere, and stepped out of the bath. "Pull the plug," he instructed, wrapping a towel around his too-thin waist, "and then you can tell me exactly what you mean." He raised an eyebrow at his little slave.

"I...I'm sorry, Master..." Neku did as he was told, cheeks tinged a fetching pink as he stood and placed the plug on the edge of the bath, watching the water drain away much like his life. "...Please forgive me."

"Maybe," Joshua said, running a hand through his wet hair. "Maybe I will. If you stop being so vague and tell me what you were thinking about."

"I..." He looked off to the side so he wasn't watching the way the water cascaded down Joshua's perfect, pale skin. "...I was just...I was thinking about how nice it would feel..." He flushed crimson and bowed his head. "...to have your cock up my ass, Master..."

Joshua laughed, walking through to the bedroom. "Why, you are being a little slut tonight, aren't you, Neku?" He rummaged through his drawers and pulled out some clean clothes.

"But...but I'm your slut..." He had left the sponge in the bathroom and was now wringing the front of the dress he wore, crinkling the fabric, avoiding eye contact as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom. "...just yours..."

Joshua waved a hand dismissively. "Yes, yes, I know," he said. Sometimes Neku was so boring now, and Joshua wished that he would just be a little less compliant all the time, wished he would go back to his aggressive, rebellious ways… But then he wouldn't be his perfect slave and that wouldn't do, would it? He dried his thin frame with the towel and then pulled on his underwear and trousers, opting to go shirtless for moment. He lifted his gaze and eyed Neku, the frilly, Lapin Angelique dress he wore, his tousled orange hair and broken, helpless gaze. He had changed so.

Neku dared to lift his gaze before pulling it away once he knew Joshua was looking at him, flushing deeper under the scrutiny when all he could think about was being fucked into the wall of a random back alley by his master's cock, just like what had happened during his second Game.

"You are insatiable," Joshua said, smirking. Neku had a bigger sex drive than he did. He moved closer to his little slave, placing a hand on his cheek. "Why are you blushing, Neku?"

"Will...will Master punish me for thinking so inappropriately?" he whispered, eyes fluttering half-closed as he nuzzled the hand on his cheek.

"Do you want to be punished?"

"Please," Neku whispered brokenly, tongue licking at the palm of Joshua's hand. "Please...I deserve to be punished..."

Joshua drew his hand back from Neku, turning around and sauntering into the living room. "Maybe I will punish you…" He twirled a piece of hair around his finger and sat down on the sofa, resting his long legs on the coffee table in front of him. Dark shapes moved under the floor and the smell of heat and sex and blood hung in the air.

"Did you want something to drink, Master?" the redhead asked, having found his voice without stammering, smiling that sad little smile of his.

Joshua mused over the question. "Yes," he replied slowly. "Get me a Kamikaze." The cocktail was one of his favourites, sweet and fruity. "Not too much vodka though. Don't pour yourself anything."

"Yes, Master." Neku bowed and crossed to the mini bar, beginning to pour the requested drink - that had been a trial and error case when he had been learning...Joshua had hit him so many times for wasting so much alcohol...

Joshua watched Neku prepare his drink, watching carefully for an error, ready to punish Neku at a moment's notice.

The redhead gave a small sigh of relief when he finished the drink, adding a small handful of ice to keep it cold. Though he was secretly hoping to be punished...Neku licked his lips and picked the drink up carefully, taking it over to Joshua and placing it down on the coffee table, stepping back and placing his hands to the front of his dress again, looking hopeful.

Joshua took a sip of the cocktail. "Passable," he smirked, taking another sip. "Put some music on." He lounged back on the sofa and watched Neku's stocking-covered legs and the pointed flats he wore on his feet. "I also think you need a change of dress. I shall have to take you shopping."

Neku bit his lip as he turned towards the stereo to put the music on as asked, a hand going up to his ears as he remembered the headphones he had once wore. Joshua had snapped them in half after he ignored him in favour of listening to his music. He lowered the hand and turned the stereo on, classical music filling the room softly like a breeze.

Joshua smiled as the Music washed over him, sipping his drink slowly. "Sit down," the Composer instructed, eyeing Neku possessively. He began to think over different ways in which he could punish his slave and the reasons for doing so. Although he didn't actually need a reason… Neku was so willing.

Neku crossed the floor and sat down at the Composer's feet, kneeling on the floor. He kept his eyes turned away, his soft breathing unable to be heard under the music. "Yes, Master?"

"I was just thinking about the best ways to tie you up tonight," Joshua replied, reaching out a hand to tug on Neku's hair, pulling him up and into his lap. "You like that, don't you?"

He allowed himself to be pulled to his Master's lap, nodding with a small blush of shame.

"Mm, my little slut," Joshua murmured into Neku's ear, tugging at his hair. "So, what do you want me to do to you?" Joshua loved to hear his slave stutter dirty things.

"U-um..." Neku made an attempt to look at nothing but the pale skin of Joshua's chest, placing a hand against it as he felt his hair being tugged. "I...whatever Master wants to do," he finished lamely, absentmindedly brushing his finger around the area of Joshua's left nipple.

"Be more assertive," replied Joshua, letting go of Neku's hair to grip his wrists instead, pulling them up off his chest. "Tell me what you want!"

He looked a little startled, but licked his lips to reply. "I...I want master to tie me up and beat me...I want to be unable to release until master says so...I want to be tortured, I want to be fucked, to be master's toy..." Neku took a deep breath, closing his eyes.

Joshua smirked. "I guess I can do that." He leant down and kissed Neku, his lips bruising and rough.

He moaned into the bruising kiss, attempting to pull his wrists out of Joshua's grip, just as a teasing thing. Who knows...he might be punished more. Neku leant back, another moan leaving his lips.

Joshua bit down on Neku's lower lip, hard, his grip tightening. "Strip for me," Joshua ordered, pushing Neku off of him and onto the hard, cold floor.

He gave a small whine when his ass hit cold tiles, looking up at his Master with a pout before he began undoing the dress, one ribbon at a time, standing in the black flats he wore.

"Shut up," Joshua hissed at once, eyes narrowing. He would punish Neku for that later.

Neku expertly twisted his arms around so he could undo the clasp at the top of the dress, looking a little startled at the order to shut up but nonetheless kept moving, undoing the zip and letting the dress slip down to the floor, stepping out of it.

Joshua smirked as the dress was removed, eyes roving over Neku's beautiful, scarred body. "Now the rest," he said, motioning to the shoes and stockings that still decorated Neku's legs and feet.

"Yes, Master..." Neku lifted one leg and placed his foot on the edge of the couch, unbuckling the shoe and slipping it off, slowly slipping the striped stocking off and to the floor before repeating the process with his other leg.

Joshua hummed in contentment. "Now, slave, go through to the bedroom. Start preparing yourself." He smirked. "I'll be through in a second… I have to get ready."

Neku bowed, picking up the clothes and shoes so he could put them in the laundry to wash later, moving into the bedroom to make the necessary preparations for his Master, shivering with delight.

Joshua stood up and pulled off his trousers and underwear, running a hand through his slightly damp hair. He drained the rest of his cocktail, waited a few more minutes, and then walked in to the bedroom.

The redhead had pulled everything that they needed out of storage, candles lit around the room, light bouncing off the already shadowy walls. He waited for his Master on the edge of the bed, thick leather handcuffs binding his hands tightly.

Joshua smirked at Neku and his eyes ran over the various items set out on the chest of drawers. He selected a handful of items and moved over to Neku. He wrapped a ball gag around Neku's face and tied it tightly, then pushed a large butt plug into his slave's ass, not bothering to prepare him.

He gave a whimpering moan around the ball gag when he felt the butt plug being shoved into his entrance, Though he wasn't as tight as he had been before, it still hurt, feeling the sting as he looked over his shoulder at his Master.

Joshua waggled his fingers at Neku and smirked, holding the thick leather whip he had chosen in the air. His hand was a blur as he cracked the whip once across Neku's back. "That was for pretending not to love it when I pushed you on the floor earlier," he whispered, and placed the whip down. "Now behave." He picked up a cock ring and placed it on Neku's already-erect cock, smirking as he did so. "And this is not coming off until you have been fully punished."

Neku gave a delicious moan of pain around the gag in his mouth when the whip struck his back, head throwing back into the air as he rode the strike, shivering when he felt the cock ring being slid snugly around his cock. His master was so good...so good... His face sunk back into the bed sheets, relishing in the softness of the silk as his eyes closed halfway, waiting for the next strike.

"So wanton," Joshua murmured. "So willing. You want this so much, don't you?" He ran his hands down Neku's back, pressing harder on the red, raised welt he had inflicted upon his slave.

The boy's head arched back as a muffled sound came from the back of his mouth, a cross between a moan and a whimper. He nodded vigorously, a keening whine coming from behind the gag.

Joshua giggled and picked up the whip again, rolling it between his fingers. He flung the whip down suddenly upon Neku's ass, delighting in the red mark that appeared there, and repeated the action. His hits were perfectly timed and placed and Joshua felt himself relaxing as he abused his little slave.

Neku's back arched with each strike, head buried in his cuffed arms but nonetheless throwing it back a few times when it hurt rather than gave him pleasure. Sweat dripped down his skin, shoulder-length hair looking much like a lion's mane as it was flung back and forth, muffled cries leaving his mouth.

Joshua cracked the whip again and again, striking all over Neku's back, watching it erupt in long, red stripes of pain. He placed the whip down eventually, the act quite a hard one, and scraped his fingernails over Neku's back. "Mine," he whispered, voice hoarse.

Neku was panting by the time Joshua was done whipping him, his eyes glazed over with pain and pleasure as he lowered his head onto the cold buckles of his handcuffs before arching again, a whimper of agreement leaving his lips at Joshua's statement. He was his Master's, the Composer's. Nobody else's.

Joshua smirked. "Yes," he said, pulling Neku up by his hair, turning him round and forcing him to his knees. "You love me being possessive, don't you?" Joshua hissed the words in Neku's ear. "You love me abusing you… Why is that, Neku? Why?" He pulled Neku's gag down around his neck and forced his slave's face towards his, crushing their lips together.

The redhead gave a desperate moan into the bruising kiss, opening his mouth widely to accept his Master. He wanted to answer his questions, but he was currently being kissed. It was because he loved it. He loved the feel of being someone's possession, of being in pain. He thought back to a time when he had fantasized about it, had thrust hard into his hand at night, pretending that CAT was the one touching him. And then, he had met Joshua, and all his dreams seemed to become a reality. Joshua was powerful, a figure to be obeyed and feared. Neku loved merely being in the same room as him, and he arched into Joshua's kiss.

Joshua giggled and pulled away from the kiss. "You're a dirty, worthless whore. My beautiful, dirty, worthless whore." He indicated his obvious arousal. "Do your job, slave."

"Yes, Master," Neku managed to rasp out, licking his lips as he slid off the bed and to his knees, a small moan of pain coming from his lips as the welts on his back brushed over the silk sheets. He took hold of Joshua's cock at the base, engulfing it with a moan escaping his throat.

Joshua tangled his fingers in Neku's long hair. He bucked into Neku's warm, wet mouth, feeling his cock hit the back of his slave's throat and not stopping. Neku loved this.

He let his hands move away from Joshua's cock, his eyes half-lidded as he felt his Master begin to fuck his mouth. Neku looked up at Joshua through his eyelids and hair, watching his Master's face and would have given a small sigh of pleasure at the fact that he was causing that blissful expression. His own cock throbbed within the confines of the cock ring, but he did nothing to pull it off or satiate his own lust. His Master would make him hurt for months. Instead, Neku lifted his head a little, attempting to get a better angle for Joshua's cock. His back hurt and his throat ached, but he endured it.
All for his Master.

Joshua continued to fuck Neku's mouth, tugging on his hair all the while. He felt pleasure building up inside his groin and pulled out of Neku's mouth. "Get back on the bed," he hissed, eyes narrowed but bright with lust.

Neku gave a small, disappointed moan at the loss of pressure in his mouth, but complied, nodding once before crawling back to the bed, laying flat on his stomach.

"Pitiful," Joshua muttered, moving closer to the bed. He gripped Neku's hips and pulled them up towards him, the butt plug in his slave's ass straining. He pulled it out with a soft 'pop', and replaced it quickly with his cock. He gave a small moan and set up a quick, rough rhythm, pushing Neku's face into the mattress.

Neku was finding it a little hard to breathe, the way Joshua was forcing his head into the mattress, and the way he hadn't had a chance to breathe properly after the mouth fucking he had gotten. But he continued to endure it, small tears of pain and...happiness?...trickling down his cheeks, the cock ring beginning to feel too tight.

Joshua continued to fuck Neku (because that was all this was, a rough fuck, nothing more), feeling his crotch beginning to prickle. Neku was so good around him, so tight and hot. He pulled out of his slave and commanded in a husky tone, "On your knees, on the floor, now."

It took the redhead a moment to respond, lifting himself up by his elbows and sliding backwards off of his Master's bed, landing on his ass with a soft pant. Neku turned, sitting up on his knees, looking up at the pale-haired Composer.

Joshua wrapped his hand around his cock and started to pump his fist, gazing down at Neku's beautiful face. He hunched forward as he came, white ribbons decorating his slave's face and hair. He sighed in contentment and moved away, heading for the living room. He was done here.

Neku sat there on the floor, simply because he hadn't been ordered to do anything else, small beads of hot white cum dripping from his face. He closed his eyes, sighing blissfully, never questioning about his throbbing cock still held by the device around its base. All he cared about was that his Master was satisfied.

Joshua considered telling Neku he could remove the cock ring and clean himself up, but immediately discarded the idea. This was too much fun, and he knew Neku would never complain. So, instead, he headed towards the bar and poured himself a drink, all the while thinking about the same thing that was destined to happen tomorrow night, and every night after that. Life was good.