Nightmare

Nightmare
Violetuk13
Soul Calibur 3
MitsurugiXSiegfired
I do not own Soul Calibur 3 Namco does so I don’t make any money writing about it.
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Siegfried held Requiem out before him and I drew my sword in return. He didn’t look surprised at all to see me; it seemed many people had already sought him out for their revenge. Once before I had heard him say that he and Nightmare were not the same being any longer, but I’m not so sure I believe it. ~(thoughts of Mitsurugi)
“Why have you come, is it the same reason so many others have challenged me?” The blonde knight asked.
“Those other fools you wronged are not me, I am Mitsurugi and I will have my revenge!” The older man hissed viciously. Siegfried’s expression was sorrowful for a moment before the rage he was so well known for took over his features.
“My life is not yours for the taking!” He spat. “Ahhhrrr~!” He lunged at Mitsurugi who expected as much but barely managed to get out of the way as the giant blade split the ground.
“Zakenayo!” The samurai shouted initiating his own attack against the slaughterer. Their sword dance was brutal but Mitsurugi could see that Siegfried’s heart was only half in the fight and it angered him. He swung and managed to catch Siegfried off guard slicing him across his left cheek.
He dared to come in for close combat knowing well that Siegfried would lose a majority of his ability with his sword at close range. It worked perfectly in Mitsurugi’s favor and he shouldered the younger man hard in the chest. The knight went over bringing Mitsurugi down with him onto the ground. He heard the blonde gasp suddenly and then utter a low groan and he looked down. His sword had gone threw the center of Siegfried’s chest plate and although it didn’t go very deep there was no doubt in the samurai’s mind that it had reached the skin.
Blood trickled from Siegfried’s parted lips and he closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again slowly.
“I knew you would come.” He said softly. Mitsurugi looked at him intently for a moment before he responded. Something about the tone in Siegfried’s voice began to soften him inside but he covered it up with anger.
“My revenge has been long overdue!” The older man replied gripping the hilt of his kantana with both hands. Then he thought of something and sat back on his heals from his place straddling Siegfried’s hips.
“If you knew I would come then why did you not kill me before I got here?” Siegfried swallowed once before answering him.
“Because I wanted you to come.”
“You’re one confusing son of a bitch.” Mitsurugi hissed. “You had to know I would kill you.”
“I wanted you to kill me.” His words were so quiet that Mitsurugi couldn’t even interpret what he had said.
“What did you say?” The samurai asked moving his sword deeper into Siegfried’s wound. Siegfried inhaled sharply and gritted his teeth against the pain.
“I wanted you to kill me.”
Mitsurugi was made speechless by Siegfried’s statement. Why would the knight fight the others who had sought their revenge against him so fiercely and then surrender his life to Mitsurugi? Mitsurugi wanted to ask him more questions but he could tell that the younger man was losing consciousness so it would have to wait until later.
“I don’t intend to kill you I am going to make you suffer until you finally expire from the overwhelming pain of your existence.” The dark haired man said menacingly, twisting his sword a fraction of an inch. Once Siegfried lost consciousness Mitsurugi wrenched his sword free from the other mans body and threw the lithe frame over his shoulder. Slowly, with his new cargo, he made his way back to his camp.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked around. My body hurt all over but I ignored it the best that I could. The need to figure out where I was out weighed the pain and fear. It appeared that I was in a Japanese style house made of the most beautiful wood I had ever seen. It was dark in the room but my instincts told me that it was still light outside. I tried to raise my hands to my aching shoulder but it occurred to me then that they were restrained. I turned and found that my wrists were shackled to thick chains which hung from the beamed ceiling.
My hands felt cold and I knew then that I had been hanging in this position for some time. My feet were chained to the floor as well but it really wasn’t necessary since my knees were too weak to support my weight. The armor I had come to rely upon so heavily was gone, the only thing he had left me were my pants. I leaned forward with the intent to test my bindings but gasped when my shoulder began to throb.
When I hung my head and looked at my body I couldn’t help but groan. The nasty wound on my shoulder would definitely need tending to. The memories of what had happened to me came flooding back and I began to wonder where Mitsurugi had gone.
~(thoughts of Siegfried)
As soon as the thought crossed his mind the samurai entered the room and leaned against the wall to watch him. Siegfried raised his head to look at him, his eyes blank but questioning.
“Why have you brought me here?”
“Do you not remember what I said before?” As he said this Mitsurugi stepped closer and bent down so that he was looking Siegfried in the face.
“You are tainted by evil!” The younger man gasped, easily recognizing the energy emitted by Soul Edge. Mitsurugi smiled cruelly.
“And you were consumed by it.” Mitsurugi countered. “And you’re still fighting it for control of your body.”
“You don’t know what its like, you don’t know me!” Siegfried hissed with all the strength he could muster.
“Yes, that’s it. There’s the rage I want to see.” Mitsurugi said mockingly. “I want you to fight me.”
The younger man lunged forward as much as the chains would allow and struck Mitsurugi in the chest. He didn’t have enough strength at the time to do any real damage and Mitsurugi smiled.
“You might satisfy my rage after all.” The samurai said with a chuckle. “But I’d be careful if I were you.” He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around Siegfried’s neck and squeezed hard enough to assert his dominance. Blue eyes met his gaze hard as steel but his posture became more submissive.
Still Mitsurugi felt he needed to see more from the other man and he pushed the knuckles of his free hand against the wound on Siegfried’s chest. This time those eyes closed slightly as his brow wrinkled from the pain and his lips fell open in a low gasp. For some reason Mitsurugi found the younger man’s pain so satisfying that it aroused him. He couldn’t help but realize how strangely beautiful Siegfried looked when he was suffering. Was Soul Edge really affecting him so drastically, or was it just amplifying what already lay within him?
Mitsurugi loved knowing that he was in charge and that he alone could make the destroyer crumble under his strength. He was so close to the blonde man now that he could feel the heat of Siegfried’s breath on his face. When he noticed the effect Siegfried’s expression was having on his body he pulled away from him entirely.
Siegfried slumped in his chains panting from the exsursion of holding back his cries of pain. The truth was that he was weak and he knew it wouldn’t be long before Mitsurugi found that out. If he hadn’t pushed himself so hard over the last couple of months he wouldn’t be in the shape he was in.
Mitsurugi circled around behind Siegfried and stood there for a moment quietly inspecting his catch. Siegfried didn’t move a muscle as he tried to listen for any movement from the powerful Samurai. With his other opponents Siegfried had been able to predict what they were going to do, but this time things were different. Mitsurugi was unreadable and it unnerved him.
Without warning Mitsurugi grabbed a fist full of Siegfried’s long blonde hair and jerked his head back violently. The samurai’s body, which was now very close, was so hot that it felt like it was burning his chilled flesh. From the angle he was at Mitsurugi could clearly see the nasty scar across the younger man’s right eye and he smiled evilly.
“You thought you knew the meaning of pain before, but I assure you I will show you pain as you have never experienced it.” His voice was low and the delight he showed so freely in the statement made Siegfried shiver.
The older man’s movements were so fast that Siegfried didn’t see the dagger until it had already left his face. Blood from the scar, that was now opened, trickled into his right eye and down the side of his face. He struggled for a moment to free himself from Mitsurugi’s grasp but stilled when he felt the cold blade of the Samurai’s dagger against his throat. The stubble on Mitsurugi’s face scratched Siegfried’s cheek as the other man leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
“I know you’re weak.” Siegfried’s eyes opened wide and he tried to pull away but the increasing pressure of the dagger forced him back against the older man’s chest. “Which is why this gives me so much pleasure.” Siegfried’s breath was labored as he tried in vein to move his arms which delighted Mitsurugi even more.
“I love it when you’re helpless.” A strangled sound came from Siegfried’s throat but there was nothing he could do while caught between the unforgiving blade and the steel of Mitsurugi’s body.
“I will not bend to anyone’s will!” The knight growled.
“Oh, but you will.” The Japanese man hissed. “Because I will push you until you can’t take anymore and then watch you break beneath me.” Despite the hatred he felt toward Mitsurugi and the anger that had built up inside him he couldn’t deny the tingle the older man’s words caused in his body.
Without warning Mitsurugi tore the chains holding Siegfried in two and dropped the remains at his feet. Once he was cut from the horrible position he had been in for god knows how long, Siegfried thought he’s at least put up a fight. It would be worse if Mitsurugi found out what his actions and words were really doing to the younger man’s body. He kicked Mitsurugi’s legs out from under him and tried to remove the shackles on his legs while the samurai recovered.
The older man retaliated by swiftly backhanding Siegfried across the face. The power of that single blow sent Siegfried spiraling to the ground. He stayed on the floor with his face hidden panting and weak from the abuse he had already taken. He felt the older man crawl over him and he shuddered, his mind swirling with erotic thoughts he couldn’t seem to extinguish.
Once again Mitsurugi grabbed Siegfried’s hair and whipped his head back, using even more strength to force the younger man onto his hands and knees. Mitsurugi got to his feet pulling Siegfried with him. The knight growled and fought him but Mitsurugi’s strong fingers caught his chin and held him still. The samurai then proceeded to run his tongue up the left side of Siegfried’s neck tasting his blood with a wicked smile. The blonde’s body reacted to the touch and heat started to swell at his core the power of it threatening to overwhelm him.
It was too much. Siegfried snapped his body too weak to fight off the desire that was eating away at his control. He clung to Mitsurugi’s hips burying his face in the front of the Samurai’s pants, his breath uneven and hot against the older man’s cloth covered cock. Mitsurugi groaned having been pushed back against the far wall by the force of Siegfried lunging at him.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I wa..I want you… need…” Siegfried gave up trying to talk and instead began unlacing Mitsurugi’s pants. The older man didn’t try to stop him which Siegfried had expected. He had known Mitsurugi wanted him as soon as his face was near the dark haired mans pants and his arousal was visible.
The folds of the fabric fell open and the samurai’s cock sprung free making Siegfried’s desire grow. The engorged organ was just as long and thick as he thought it would be and he trembled at the sight of it. Siegfried wrapped his fingers around the length and stroked it desperately; delighting in the sounds it drew from Mitsurugi.
“Suck it!” The older man commanded twisting both hands in Siegfried’s long blonde hair.
The younger man didn’t wait for him to say it again and took the erection into his mouth sucking it earnestly. Mitsurugi’s eyes were dark with lust as he looked down at those lovely lips around his length. Suddenly he wanted so much more from Siegfried; he wanted to take pleasure inside his body. This realization frightened Mitsurugi mostly because his lust was focused on his arch enemy. The knight’s evil was doing things to his mind, or so he claimed to himself.
“Stop!” He shouted. Siegfried pulled away and looked up at him, the broken part of chain hanging on his wrists touching Mitsurugi’s skin and making him shiver. “How did you do this to me?” He shoved the younger man backwards onto the ground and laced his pants closed.
“I wanted to kill you!” Mitsurugi roared backhanding Siegfried again. There was blood on his hand when he retracted it and he whipped it off on his pants. Somehow he had to gather his anger and resist the temptation of lust.
“Instead you made me want you whorish devil!” He picked Siegfried up by the chains on his wrists and threw him onto the futon in the corner of the room. The blonde man rose on shaky arms and tore the now damaged shackles from his wrists and ankles. He felt more secure once he was free and he turned to Mitsurugi burning the other man with the intensity of his gaze.
“I did no such thing you just can’t face the fact that you want me. You want to control my power because you’re afraid of your own weakness!”
Mitsurugi stomped over to the bed growling deep in his throat. Siegfried turned around before the samurai could cause anymore damage to his face but it left his back towards the other man. Mitsurugi tackled him from behind and used his superior strength to overpower the younger man. He grabbed the only thing that seemed reasonable at the time which just so happened to be Siegfried’s hair and yanked his head back again.
Siegfried’s backside ground into Mitsurugi’s hips as he rose onto all fours and arched his back in an effort to ease the pressure on his scalp. It all did no good, Mitsurugi was not going to give an inch and Siegfried realized that it was going to be safer for him to just give up than risk further injury.
The blonde man stilled all of a sudden with one hand covering Mitsurugi’s right hand which gripped his throat and the other on the samurai’s left thigh. He could feel Mitsurugi’s lips as they brushed his ear, the heat of his breath sending chills down his spine.
“Who are you to talk of weakness?” He hissed nipping at Siegfried’s earlobe. “I believe it is I who have you on your knees. You offered yourself to me. I am the one who gets to have all of you, the one who gets to break you and hurt you as much as I please. My weakness is my inability to resist your beauty your weaknesses are even greater.”
Siegfried’s eyes closed in defeat and his hand on the samurai’s thigh began to caress the thick muscle. His other hand dropped from Mitsurugi’s which still held his throat firmly. He knew the older man was smiling triumphantly and he tossed his pride away.
“Please..” Siegfried’s voice was low and submissive and it softened Mitsurugi’s hands as they touched him. The hand on Siegfried’s throat began to move softly up and down the column of flesh with all the care of a lover.
“Please what?”
“Break me…”
Mitsurugi could feel the weight of that plea as Siegfried whispered it breathlessly. He knew that he alone could make Siegfried crumble because it was obvious that the younger man couldn’t even do it himself. The last few walls of the barrier Nightmare had set up inside him had to come down in order for Mitsurugi to truly own him.
“Let me be free of him…”
Mitsurugi took the dagger from his belt and lowered it to Siegfried’s pants, never releasing his hold on the younger man’s neck. He slid the blade under the waist band and cut down until the fabric fell away and Siegfried was left bare before his eyes. The blonde man was nervous for a second but then Mitsurugi tossed both the knife and his belt to the ground letting Siegfried relax a bit.
He could feel lips on his neck and the scratching of Mitsurugi’s stubble on his soft skin and it made him burn inside. The samurai’s free hand began to roam over Siegfried’s body staying in one place for only a minute before heading for new territory. It held onto one of Siegfried’s hip bones squeezing lightly before running up his abs and across his ribs. Mitsurugi knew he had to keep Siegfried occupied or the part of him that Nightmare still possessed would try and fight.
Without the knight noticing Mitsurugi slid off his own shirt and loosened the ties on his pants so that they came open. When he was finally able to maneuver out of the restricting material he pressed himself against Siegfried again. Siegfried jerked slightly when he felt the heat of the older man’s skin touching his own. Then something made the knight stiffen and lunge forward, tugging Mitsurugi with him. The older man tightened his grip around Siegfried’s body and then squeezed the blonde’s neck to regain his attention.
“What?” The samurai asked gruffly.
“It’s Nightmare!” Siegfried gasped. “He won’t let me go. He’s trying to take control.”
“He’s not in charge here come back to me.” Mitsurugi’s hand found the wound on Siegfried’s chest and he pressed his fingers to it. The younger man did his best to hold back a scream but it slid free anyway.
“I know… I know y-you’re in control.” Siegfried gasped. “P-please.”
Mitsurugi removed his fingers ignoring the blood that coated them and moved more to the side so he could reach Siegfried’s lips. Their kiss was fierce and Mitsurugi took the chance to release the other mans neck and concentrate on what their tongues were doing.
“Need oil.” The blonde said softly when they broke for air. Mitsurugi had had every intension of doing this without such tools because causing pain was his pleasure, but he figured he could at least do Siegfried one favor.
“I’ll have to get it can you hold on?”
The younger man nodded even though he really wasn’t sure he could. Mitsurugi left and was gone for a short while but it was all the time Nightmare needed. Mitsurugi could sense the evil energy of the azure knight when he entered the room and when he saw Siegfried standing with his back towards him he knew he was going to have to break him all over again.
“I can’t let you tear me apart.” Siegfried said sternly. “I refuse to be so vulnerable.”
Mitsurugi smiled and stepped further into the room placing the fragile bottle of oil by the futon for later use. “Does this mean I get to fight you again?” He asked in an amused tone. He saw a glint of something shinny in Siegfried’s hands and grabbed his kantana from the floor. He had to say that he had never fought a battle completely nude before, but there was a first time for everything.
Siegfried turned around, his face hardened with his newfound strength. Despite the power that Nightmare had given him Siegfried was still working with a body that had lost a lot of blood. Who knew how long it could handle the pressure of another fight with Mitsurugi. The blonde man had managed to find the one sword Mitsurugi owned that was not a kantana and now said weapon was pointed in his direction.
Siegfried made the first move slashing at Mitsurugi with wild swings. The samurai had to admit that now, given his distraction; it was going to be harder to beat Siegfried. His thoughts were confirmed as the blonde’s sword dug into his right shoulder. Mitsurugi gritted his teeth and punched Siegfried as hard as he could in the jaw. The younger man stumbled backward and fell to the ground discarding his sword entirely as the samurai jumped on him.
“Why don’t you give up your body is too weak I might end up killing you.” The older man said in the midst of their struggle.
“I would never surrender to the likes of you.”
“I warned you.” Mitsurugi said rearing back and striking Siegfried’s face repeatedly. After a couple of blows Siegfried mustered all his strength to wrestle the older man off of him so he wouldn’t rearrange his facial features.
They rolled around on the ground for a bit and Siegfried managed to end up onto of the situation for the first time since their little scuffle started. The younger man tossed his head to the side forcing all of his blonde hair to tumble over his right side. The move was strangely erotic and Mitsurugi found that he could do nothing but lay there and stare for a while. The younger man tried to reach for one of the discarded weapons but Mitsurugi caught his wrist before he could get a hold of anything.
“Not so fast, this isn’t ending until you are under me where you belong.” The Japanese man exclaimed bucking his hips and causing Siegfried to lose his balance. The knight rolled away and found himself off the cold floor and back on the warm futon. Mitsurugi was beside him a second later forcing him onto his hands and knees. Once again Siegfried found himself pulled into Mitsurugi’s arms with his back pressed against the older man’s chest.
“No…”Siegfried gasped softly, struggling halfheartedly as one of those powerful hands wrapped around his throat.
“This seems to be the only way to restrain you.” The older man said as he reached for the oil with his free hand. He opened it and smeared a good portion of the liquid onto his aching cock. Siegfried continued to struggle even though it seemed to be doing him no good.
“You’re mine.” The dark haired man whispered in Siegfried’s ear.
Siegfried fought him harder but there was no way he could get out of Mitsurugi’s grasp. The hand on his throat tightened as the samurai rose up on his knees and pulled the slighter frame taunt against him. In one quick motion Mitsurugi slid into Siegfried’s tight opening causing the knight to cry out in pain. The older man closed his eyes in bliss and waited for the right time to move.
“Please….” To the Japanese man’s surprise Siegfried arched his back submissively, bringing the cock inside him even deeper.
“So tight.” Mitsurugi said out of breath as he began pounding into the smaller body. Siegfried’s gasps and cries were music to the samurai’s ears and they fed the flames of his desire until he thought he would burst.
A moan escaped Mitsurugi’s lips and he felt Siegfried shiver against him whimpering softly. Mitsurugi had never felt anything more amazing in his entire life and he concluded that nothing could compare to the pleasure he was feeling now. He was addicted to the feeling already and he knew he’d never get enough. Siegfried began to sob a little and pant as his lungs tried to keep pace with his ragged pulse and it drove the older man’s passion higher.
Mitsurugi wrapped his free arm around the younger man’s waist so he could hold him in place better. The knight grasped Mitsurugi’s forearms for support as the older man sat back on his heels and pulled Siegfried into his lap.
“Please…I..I’m gonna..” White hot liquid sprayed over Mitsurugi’s arms as the younger man climaxed and then fell limp. The samurai continued to thrust until he tumbled over the edge as well and coated Siegfried’s insides with his seed.
They stayed there for few moments with Mitsurugi sheathed inside Siegfried’s warm cavern gently caressing his throat. Eventually the samurai pulled out and pushed Siegfried onto his back on the bed. He watched triumphantly as the younger man layed there completely unable to move, his chest heaving. The truth about what they had just done made the samurai soft and his touches gentle. He brushed the blood and sweat soaked hair out of Siegfried’s face before bending down to claim his lips.
When they pulled back Mitsurugi ran his fingers over Siegfried’s right cheek his eyes darkening with lust as the younger man kissed is palm and sucked on his fingers.
“I can’t get enough of you.” Mitsurugi admitted. Siegfried smiled at him, the gesture appearing slightly drugged and distant. The samurai traced the cuts he had made on Siegfried’s flesh with something like remorse showing on his features. Siegfried’s eyes were lusty but his expression was patient and loving which swept away any feelings of hatred or anger Mitsurugi had ever held toward the knight. Something had happened between the two of them, something miraculous.
“Please let me clean you up.”
Siegfried didn’t say a word but he nodded his consent with a sweet smile. He knew he couldn’t stand on his own just yet after what had happened between them so he waited for Mitsurugi to help him to his feet. The older man led Siegfried to the shower room where he supported his weight while adjusting the water temperature.
Mitsurugi used a cloth to scrub the dried blood from Siegfried’s pale skin and let the water wash it away. The older man spent a good while on his task, taking fare less care with himself. They returned to Mitsurugi’s bed room after the shower with towels around their waists and discovered that it was now dark outside.
Mitsurugi pulled Siegfried against him from behind and ran his tongue along the shell of the younger man’s ear.
“Is there something you want?” Siegfried teased closing his eyes submissively when one of Mitsurugi’s hands slid up his chest and wrapped around his throat.
“I want you,” The samurai said softly. “I want to be inside you.” As he said this his other hand traveled down Siegfried’s stomach to the towel around his waist. He undid the tie and the cloth slid from the younger man’s body leaving him to shiver in the cold air.
“I love it when you hold me like this, I feel so helpless.” The samurai smiled.
Mitsurugi removed his towel and guided Siegfried toward the futon where he pushed him down onto the soft covers. The younger man turned over and looked up at Mitsurugi hungrily.
“Please hurry I want you so bad.” It was a plea Mitsurugi couldn’t have ignored if he tried. He climbed onto the bed and settled himself between Siegfried’s legs. He reached for the oil and Siegfried started to turn over but was quickly stopped.
“I want to see your face.” Mitsurugi explained. Siegfried shivered and laid back down spreading his legs wide.
The older man oiled his erection and positioned himself at Siegfried’s opening before leaning down to take his lips. He pulled back far enough to see Siegfried’s reaction as he suddenly thrust into him. The blonde man closed his eyes tightly and wrapped his arms around Mitsurugi’s neck groaning into the samurai’s chest. The older man began thrusting his hips slowly smiling as the knights legs wrapped around his waist.
Mitsurugi loved the way Siegfried’s brow would wrinkle every time he thrust inside him and the sound of the younger man panting for breath. He began thrusting faster and deeper just so he could see Siegfried’s cheeks flush and his eyes become unfocused. He was in love with every expression and every noise the blonde man made. He couldn’t get enough of him.
“Oh god…Mitsurugi!”
The samurai shivered at the sound of his name on those beautiful lips and almost climaxed as Siegfried’s nails raked down his back. They reached the breaking point together and then tumbled over into oblivion. Mitsurugi could still feel Siegfried’s moist breath as it came in shallow puffs against his neck and he kissed the top of the blonde’s head. They lay there together enjoying the after glow of the passion they had just shared, realizing simultaneously that they had found the peace they had been looking for all of their lives.

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