Take the Heat

So, I thought I should give my twisted - er, hands a try at writing in this fandom since, let's face it, I love twisted dark stories and it helps that it has characters like these two and the BEST part, they're both so fucking dominant that I jump for joy. I seriously love two dominants trying to overpower the other so thank you Nitro, fucking THANK you, for creating this delicious game that tickles me with glee.

Before you go on, I'd like to note a few things: I suck at going over detailed. If that's how you like your stories, then...um, sorry but no matter how hard I try, I fucking fail in that field. Errors in some places will pop up and even a word will sneak up like a damn predator. Lastly, this is a new writing style I wanted to try. So if you're confused and shit, it's my fault. Feel free to slap with me with a glove or a fish, your pick.

If you don't mind any of that then you're all set!

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone nor am I making a profit by writing this. Nitro+Ciral owns all baby.


The door opened with a clink while clacks of shoes echoed in the room. Leather squeaked darkly while the tall legs of the man got closer to the bed only to halt. Akira's form was asleep in the bundle of the pure white sheets upon the bed. Shiki's piercing gaze roamed over his pet's form while he drunk in the features. The one who hadn't yelled out or reacted in fear in front of him nor did he hesitate to land a punch upon him. At the memory, Shiki let out an amusing "hm" while smirking before walking toward the bed.

Bringing up the katana, Shiki didn't draw it from its sheath and guided the area where the sword's tip was located towards Akira's abdomen area. He pushed it forward so that it would touch Akira before applying more pressure so that it would create friction when he guided it to his back and to the slope of his butt. Twisting the sword side to side, he made the sheath tip act as a dildo and it was enough for Akira to shift before waking up. "You - what are you-?!" Akira kicked the sword with a lift of his leg but was met with a whack from it upon his stomach.

Grunting in pain, Akira lowered his body back down on the bed while glaring up at Shiki. "Bastard," he hissed while he continued to glare at him while trying to rub the pain away yet in doing so, he brushed the piercing that Shiki had put in. He had to catch the groan in time since there was no question that Shiki would be amused.

"Didn't I tell you what you should do when I come back?"

Akira just glared. There was not a chance in hell he would do what Shiki asked him to do. The sick bastard.

"Perhaps I should show you what happens when you don't obey me once again." As soon as those crisped words finished, Shiki grabbed Akira's neck and slammed him down on his back to the right of the bed. "Or perhaps you enjoy the pain I inflict upon you?"

"Get off," rasped Akira while twisting his legs to grab hold of the male clad in leather. Shiki reacted immediately by grabbing one of the legs and pulled Akira to the edge of the bed after letting go of his throat. "Looks like I need to use the handcuffs once more and not just your hands." A glare was his answer and Shiki just smirked before leaning forward into Akira's face. Akira leaned back but a gloved hand pushed his head so that Shiki could claim his lips roughly. Shiki bit down on his lips, feeling Akira trying to push him while getting his head away. "Your blood is mine," he said darkly before licking the bitter liquid.

"Let go!"

"Be silent." Shiki bit down on his lips to distract him before pushing Akira down on the bed before going on top of him. Akira immediately brought his feet to kick Shiki. Off guard, Shiki hadn't expected Akira to do the action and found himself flying before he dug the katana on the ground to slow him down despite being in its sheath still.

Those crimson eyes now glowed with amusement at the one they lay claim upon. This was why Shiki had captured the male: He didn't grovel, he fought back despite knowing he wouldn't win.

"Tell me, why haven't you escaped yet?"

"I would if you didn't keep fucking me."

Another amused "hm" came from Shiki. "Or you enjoy my attention."

"Don't screw with me!"

"You enjoy it," continued Shiki. "Your body shows it each time." He was saying this for amusement since Akira always reacted to such a subject.

"Shut up!"

"Oh? Is that something you should say to your master?"

"You're not my master. I belong to no one!"

Shiki was immediately in front of Akira and punched him. Akira hit the window hard before finding himself kicked off the bed. At least his pants were still on or his lower half would be freezing from the floor. Akira soon saw the familiar sight of the blade but instead near his face, it was pointing to the piercing upon his bellybutton.

"That is proof that you are mine. Everything, every part of you, belongs to me."

Akira clenched his teeth while continuing to glare up at Shiki. He didn't dare to even try and grab hold of the blade since Shiki could manipulate it easily into his body.

He had to find a way to get out of here and fast.

==

Rain pattered upon the windows while Akira blinked open his eyes. Moving his head to look around the room, making sure that bastard wasn't in, he got up to his knees but froze in motion when he felt a draft. "Tch." He had forgotten that Shiki had fucked him ruthlessly once again. Putting on his boxers, pants, shirt, and jacket, Akira tried to find his shoes but failed.

"That damn bastard."

There was no way he was going out without his shoes especially in an environment like Toshima.

With an annoyed tsk at his circumstance, Akira started to head to the bathroom. His body was all covered in dirt and felt absolutely disgusting. Not just from the fucking either. After he stripped out of his clothing and turned on the water, he stepped into the tub. The porcelain was cold but after he turned on the water and held the nozzle in front of him, the cold seemed to shiver away.

Akira started to run his free hand over his arms, torso, and legs to scrub away the gunk off of him before repeating since there wasn't soap to really clean his body. It was pretty scarce in this town anyway.

"You're putting quite a show." The voice pierced the relaxing atmosphere that Akira had created. Whipping his head to the right, he glared at Shiki. He didn't speak since his glare was enough. That never worked though since Shiki started walking to him. "No answer? No need to be shy," he purred yet it didn't go well with his voice nor appearance. Akira just continued to glare at him while Shiki came nearer and nearer. Shiki grabbed Akira's chin roughly, his glove hands cool upon Akira's now hot skin from the shower, "You're making another ugly expression." Shiki's grip started to grow hard and Akira actually had to wrench himself free before punching at Shiki's side.

Shiki punched Akira back in the stomach before grabbing hold of hair and pulled him up by it, "Seems like I have to punish you once again." Akira punched Shiki in the stomach in reply and found himself getting a chipped lip. The pain was nothing to him. He'd known it for years before coming here.

The feel of something wet interrupted his thoughts. Shiki had licked the blood coming out from the wound of his lip and Akira immediately lunged forward upon Shiki. He grabbed the collar of the leather long coat and pulled hard as he could. It was a futile action since Shiki was more skilled in fighting than he yet somehow, he had gained the upper hand since Shiki hadn't expected it. In triumph, Akira smacked the back of Shiki's head with the shower nozzle and used that distraction for him to get out of the tub.

He heard Shiki behind him as gloves squeaked against the porcelain and soon heard the slacking of the shoes. Akira moved himself down fully to the floor so that Shiki's incoming kick would meet air before grabbing hold of his leg. Akira successfully threw Shiki at the tub and put on his clothes quickly as he could. He didn't care if he had shoes or not, he was getting out of here. Using the little time he had left, he sprinted out of the bathroom, took the katana that was leaning against the side table and used it to break the right window to escape. He fell hard on the ground with a grunt of pain.

Shoes would've been great. Really great but at least he got away. Without even looking to see if Shiki was following him or not, he ran in a random direction. Puddles splashed up on his pants while he ran from block to block.

Shiki wasn't exactly pleased nor was he exactly angry. In truth, he was amused and surprised of how his pet had escaped him. "He has grown stronger," he said with a smirk. He noticed that his katana was gone as well. The smirk on his lips just grew wider. Shiki walked toward the window and pushed at the glass. A tink sounded before it fell to the ground outside in a shatter.

The moon outside started to glow red just as he looked at it with his piercing crimson gaze. Tonight was going to be interesting.

Very interesting.

==

Akira leaned down to catch his breath before sliding down onto the ground. He had run so much and didn't even stop despite his thighs burning. His feet had some cuts, one of them deep, while others were scrapes from long to small. "Tch." This would've been easier for him with shoes but since Shiki had taken them away, he had little choice until he drastically made it.

The katana in his hand had made him slower because of how long it was. Even the handle was long. It was a magnificent weapon though. A shame it was used the way Shiki used it. With his free hand, he caressed the sheath while inspecting it. It was quite a masterpiece.

"Oh? Enjoying my katana?"

Akira hit his head against the building he was leaning against in surprise and embarrassment.

Wait...embarrassment?!

"You're too easy to read and weak."

"Don't mess with me!"

"Predictable as well," Shiki said while his infamous smirk graced his lips. "Hand me the katana and I'll let you go without punishment."

Ha! Like he would believe him! "Go to hell," hissed Akira.

"This is hell and you are the prisoner. Hand the katana to me."

"What? Can't win a fight against me without it?"

"Oh I assure you that I can," spoke Shiki while narrowing his eyes. "Shall I show you?"

"Tch."

"You don't have much vocabulary. However, when I'm fucking you, your vocabulary does widen with you moaning and begging-"

"Shut up!"

"Ah yes, that too. I will say it the last time: Hand it to me."

Akira started to weigh his options: Give it to Shiki and may or may not received punishment or don't and see if Shiki could get it from him.

There was no way he was going to follow Shiki's every command!

"No."

Shiki launched himself toward Akira who ducked down, forgetting how tired he was still from running. With a curse, Akira kicked out at Shiki's ankles but instead of Shiki falling back, he fell forward. Shiki gained his balance thanks to the building and kicked Akira in the stomach.

"You sure are stubborn, pet. That will soon lead you to your death."

"What's keeping - agh - you?! Kill me already!" Another kick took away his breath for a while before air was sucked in. Those boots hurt like fuck.

"I will not answer your wish."

"Neither will I!"

A chuckle, eerie and dark, came from Shiki. "It seems you were too distracted to notice that I've already taken my katana from you." Akira blinked and looked for himself and sure enough, Shiki had it. The hilt slammed into his left cheek before it slammed upon his shoulder blade. A cry of pain immediately came out of his mouth and how he hated it. Shiki no doubt enjoyed to hear that sound.

"Get up."

Akira was too tired now to even move much less open his eyes all thanks to the bastard in front of him. He had little freedom just minutes ago and it was taken away like a child stealing a cookie.

Shiki was curious on why Akira just laid there on the sidewalk. Usually the brat would yell back, glare at him, and even try to land a hit on him. In a fluid motion, he bent down and picked up Akira and saw the reason why. Akira was fast asleep. Staring at his possession for a few minutes, Shiki started to walk back to his place.

==

Akira woke up just as the sun disappeared and shot up immediately. "Tch." Akira brought up his right hand to rub at his temple before noticing that he still had all of his clothes on.

"Finally came to, hm?"

The bastard no doubt waited for him to get up. Akira gripped the white sheets and slid his blue eyes to Shiki so that he could send a glare his way. Since when did that do anything? Never.

Shiki finished polishing the blade, inspected it and stood up. "Your stunt last night surprised me." Shoes clacked when he headed to the door and pulled it open. "However, you won't be able to do so again."

"Bastard," hissed Akira just as Shiki closed the door. Turning, he noticed that the glass that was broken was now covered with bars like a jailhouse. The other window also had it. Akira looked back at the door and looked at the tub in the bathroom.

The handcuffs were still right beside it and that's when a plan formed in his mind. All Akira had to do now was make it happen.

==

Akira had waited the entire day while napping in between and eating just to wait for Shiki to return. Right when he was about to doze off, the door clicked open. Akira gripped the hidden handcuffs and kept the tired facade. An easy task since his expression hardly changed.

The sound of Shiki's shoes echoed off the walls and it seemed to take forever until Shiki neared him. Akira felt the butt of the hilt upon his chin before feeling the force that pushed his head up so that Shiki could study him.

"This is quite unusual to see." Shiki's eyes looked at the windows but didn't see any new cracks. What would make his property so exhausted? "Depriving yourself from sleep isn't going to help you," he said with a smirk before pulling his katana away and bent down. "In fact, it would make you defenseless."

Akira gripped the handcuff and felt it bite against his skin. "Like I'll let you," he hissed. He saw Shiki lift an eyebrow before leaning close to his face, the katana resting on the bed to the far right. "Strip."

"What?"

"Strip...or shall I tear off your clothes so that you'll have nothing else to wear but bedsheets?"

Akira clenched his teeth while gripping the handcuffs as hard as he could to control himself so not to lash out.

"Too exhausted to fight back?"

Then again, not doing so was making Shiki think he was - wait, that was exactly what he wanted. Akira felt the grip upon his clothes and immediately took that chance to take out the handcuffs from their hiding place and slapped one end on Shiki's wrist before pulling it hard as he could to the jailhouse looking bar and snapped it in place.

"Ho? Faking exhaustion." Shiki turned his crimson gaze to look at the handcuffs. Another smirk of amusement while his eyes flickered with the emotion. "Not so predictable as I thought earlier. However..." Shiki started to bring up his katana. "You've forgotten one important -" A kick landed on his stomach and since he didn't have a free hand to block or counter, Shiki felt the full impact before feeling a pull on the hand that held the katana.

"You're not going to steal again, pet." With alarming speed, he returned the kick and sent Akira flying. Only, that gave Akira leverage and a good distance to escape since the door was open. Shiki watched him run out without shoes once again and made sure to go to the direction that the Neutral Zone as in.

Shiki's eyes glowered with anger now. This was the last time he was going to be fooled by his property much less someone who wasn't strong enough to take him on fully in a fight. The real reason why Shiki was here in Toshima was being clouded quickly by what Shiki was going to do to Akira when he got free and found him.

It was high time for the master to show what really happened to the slave when they showed disobedience.

==

"Akira?! Where have you been - ah! Where are your shoes?!"

Akira caught his breath while Rin fussed over him. He ran quite a lot and was bleeding but not too much thanks to the debris. It was a good thing the city wasn't so big.

"Here, come this way. We need to bandage those wounds and where is Keisuke?"

Keisuke... Akira kept his face hidden with his bangs.

"...Akira."

Akira received a hug from the feminine blond. Just a "I'm so sorry" comforting hug and he never knew just how much he needed it.

"Ah Akira, I thought that was you when - Oh, I am interrupting something?"

"No." Akira pulled away and headed to the couch to rest. Rin headed to the trade clerk to trade in tags for bandages and a pair of shoes before he came back with them. "Here you go Akira. Ah, a pair of shoes too. Just pay me back when you can, hm?"

With a nod, Akira pulled up the legs of his pants and started to bandage them up. Rin and Motomi were silent yet Akira could feel their stare. The gashes were nasty and Akira wouldn't be surprised if he earned a scar from one of the deeper ones. At least they would heal, that's all that he cared about. When he was all done, Akira pushed the legs of his pants down and put on the shoes that Rin exchanged tags for before grabbing two of the solid packs and a water bottle.

"So, Akira, mind telling us where you went?" Motomi blew out the smoke from the cigarette while holding it between his fingers. Akira just ate and drank away, which made Rin laugh, "He's too hungry tell us, old man."

Motomi smiled and chuckled himself, "Well, whatever it was, you sure had us worried."

"Nothing important," said Akira while already rolling up the first solid wrapper and threw it on the table before opening the other one. It had been days since the last time he ate solids because all he had the past days had been water when Shiki kept him hostage.

"Ohh? Nothing important? Ah, did you....bury...." Rin trailed off since he couldn't quite tease someone about death, especially their friend's.

Akira froze from eating and clenched his teeth. He didn't even have the decency to do that since that bastard took him. "That bastard....!"

"Eh? Who?"

"Shiki's nearby! He's coming this way!" The whole zone started to chatter: Some wondered why he was so close, some said he would never come in here and some even freaked out and went to hide. Just like before, Rin shot up and started to head outside.

"Rin!" Rin paid him no mind and ran out in search for Shiki. He just missed by a little bit and a good thing too since Shiki was looking more and more like a demon now. His mind was set on "Kill all" mode and for those who got in his way, they met a very bloody and sad end to their life.

The sound of his shoes clacking caused everyone to be silent and draw away when he got closer and closer.

"Hm, weird. He never uses that road," commented Motomi while rubbing the cigarette out.

"Glk!" Someone wasn't so lucky to be spared nor have enough room to get away from him. The officials in the zone got near him and shouted, "Shiki! You know the rules, don't - agh!" Blood shot out from the officials in unison, the katana's blade going though all five of their bodies easily in a sharp arc.

"Holy shit!"

"We're all dead!"

"Fuck! Isn't there another way out?!"

Shiki looked around now, watching the others twitch or look away - at least, all except Akira and Motomi. Shiki narrowed his eyes as he drew nearer and nearer at Akira, the bloody piercing depths stabbed through Akira's soul for the first time.

"You." Shiki didn't notice those that flinched at his rough, commanding voice yet Akira didn't. Oh, he would in good time. "Come."

Akira narrowed his own eyes back at Shiki. Did he really think that he would obey him? "I don't want to."

Shiki now glowered down at Akira before going towards him. Akira sprang from the couch to dodge Shiki yet it was hard because of the table. When he felt his wrist being captured, he immediately twisted it over his head to get free while punching Shiki. Gasps could be heard, no doubt because no one else could land a punch on him.

A kick zoomed towards his hip and Akira took it so that he could take hold of it and try to throw Shiki off balance. A worthless attempt yet it made Shiki stagger a bit before swinging his katana. The tip of the blade grazed over Akira's cheek, a line of blood appeared from the wound to which Akira ignored.

"Did you see that? The guy dodged his katana!"

"Wow..."

"So there's actually someone who can give Shiki a hard time."

Shiki seemed to snap and threw the katana at the one who said that. It impaled them through the area between the eyes cleanly. Some freaked out, some ran out, and some just couldn't speak in shock as well as fear. Shiki went towards Akira again, impatient to get his katana, and found himself hitting air before pushing off the couch. Akira put up his arms to block and earned a swift kick down below. Akira cursed out while holding himself up so not to fall backwards. Shiki started to throw kicks, even roundhouse kicks, which Akira met with his arms. Shiki became more and more angry and as such, his strength became stronger than normal.

Akira felt a strong grip on one of his wrists before finding one on the other and felt Shiki push him back all the way to the wall. The concrete bit into his back and skull hard while he felt Shiki's grip tighten on his wrists. Those red eyes were like the devil's now. Still, Akira didn't beg for his life or showed fear.

"It's time you've learned your place, pet," Shiki whispered roughly. "Depending on your cooperation, I'll start your lesson right here." He would. The sick fuck very much would do a public display which would no doubt humiliate Akira. Akira had his options and right now, it was either to be punished in public view or private view. He didn't like neither options.

Akira relaxed, a sign to Shiki that he wasn't going to fight against him. Shiki smirked before leaning towards Akira's left ear. "A wise choice." Shiki licked the outer earshell before trailing the tip toward the earlobe. "You're slowly starting to learn. Now, you'll follow me like a good dog that you are." Akira glared at Shiki yet Shiki knew Akira would do so. Shiki let him go and started to head out while taking out his katana from the man's head without care. Other people that stayed flinched while some even threw up at the sight.

Shiki stepped out with Akira a bit behind him like a stray being cautious. Shiki chuckled before whipping the katana to the side to clean off the blood off the blade. He sheathed it and looked over his right shoulder at Akira. A glare met his gaze yet the smirk didn't even falter from Shiki's lips.

When they neared to the building that Shiki stayed in, Akira made sure to still at a length part from Shiki when near the door. Amused by this, Shiki chuckled before opening the door and walked in while watching Akira like a hawk. Akira walked in without hesitation and went to the middle of the room. Shiki closed the door with a click, signaling its locked state.

"Strip and go to the bed."

Akira did so but didn't sit down on it. To do so would tickle Shiki's fancy into thinking his property was eager for it. The feel of cool leather pressed against his backside, "Grip the bars." Akira was confused before realizing what Shiki meant. The jailhouse bars, now bent, while a broken handcuff hung upon it. When Akira didn't move, he was roughly shoved forward by Shiki. "Grip them."

Biting back a remark, Akira did so. So, they were going to have rough sex?

"Each time I thrust into you, those shard points sticking out will graze against your shoulders. Since you've been quite obedient, I'll start off slow." Shiki bit down on his ear causing Akira to grunt. "Don't bother to try and hide your sounds since I'll make it come out of you."

Akira couldn't take it anymore and pushed back from the bars so that he could grip the sheets before twisting his body. "Let go of me!" Shiki pushed away the sheets and shoved Akira to the broken window, causing him to cry out in pain. "Care to repeat what you said?" He tightened his grip and pushed Akira more into the glass, causing the tips of it go in deeper of the skin. More sounds of pain came from Akira and no matter how much he wanted to make a remark back, he couldn't. The pain was just too unbearable.

"You're nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"Tch, then why....do you....keep me? If I'm...nothing, you should've left me....ah - alone!"

"Why? Why you ask?" Shiki pushed him harder now, his common sense gone. "You're just- You-" His mind racked through for a reason yet nothing came. At least, that's what he thought since only using one's mind isn't enough. They had to look further, deep inside their soul. "....you're...."

Akira felt the grip loosen and he was a bit thankful yet found himself in more pain since Shiki was actually holding him from just hanging there. Akira wrenched himself free anyway, blood spilling down and got on the bed. Akira hissed in pain from the wounds yet couldn't reach back and touch them. Something cool did and when he realized it, he looked at Shiki who was back to normal now. The crazed look from before was gone and so was that pissed off one.

In front of Akira was the real one. Another hiss came from Akira when he felt the gloved hand put pressure upon the wound. The air around them was thick with tension yet it was better than what was going in few seconds ago. Akira found himself being lifted without any warning and was carried to the bathroom.

"Wash yourself." Shiki set him down on his feet and walked out. Akira looked after him despite the door shutting yet Shiki didn't even bother to look back. Turning the water on, he got in and ran the water over his body, mostly his back while he tried to wash off most of the blood there yet couldn't get the dried blood. So, he held the nozzle in place so that it would batter at the blood so that it would loosen. Akira did one more rinse before turning the faucet off and stepped out. Seeing that there was nothing to dry himself off, he simply went to the door and opened it.

Shiki was on the chair polishing the blade of his katana before he looked at Akira. "Oh? Showing yourself off?" He was back to normal, that much was obvious. The smirk and haughty look was a dead giveaway if one was too dense by words alone.

"No, there was no towel."

Shiki inspected the katana before sheathing it and laid it against the dresser. Leather ruffled while he stood up and headed toward Akira. "So, you wish for me to warm you up?"

"I'm not wishing for anything."

"Oh but you are." A gloved hand gripped the ball sack and Akira tensed up while squinting his eyes at the sudden contact. Akira started to shove at Shiki but Shiki only gripped his sac harder while bringing an arm around his waist to keep him from getting free. Akira felt the gloved hand start to rub against the sensitive skin and gripped the leather sleeves near the shoulder area. No matter what mood Shiki was in, this side of him always showed. At least it was better than that psychotic one before. Shiki started to slide his fingers around the balls like he was drawing an affinity sign. He watched Akira's face and despite of Akira's stubborn pride, Akira was starting to crack. Shiki continued to push by sliding his fingers up his length. "Give in."

"No...!"

Shiki stared at Akira before running his fingers around the length, the glove acting as a leverage to cause more friction upon the skin. Akira pushed at Shiki once more yet only found Shiki's left side move away yet still had his hand on him. Shiki leaned down to Akira's ear, "We've done this many times. You still act so naive."

"Get off!"

Shiki chuckled at that reaction. That just proved his point even more. "Then I shall devour you." Akira felt that hand squeeze his member and while it did, Shiki slid his hand up and down. The feel of it, along with leather, was too much. Akira felt the hand on his back go up and up until it brushed over the twitching wounds and felt incredible pain. "...agh!" Akira barely hid the shout but soon felt it again since Shiki was also stubborn. "You -! Mmngh! Nng - ah!"

"I will shatter you while I devour you." Akira moved his right arm but it was stopped before his fist could connect. "Oh, already offering yourself?" Akira anger was fully shown in his expression and Shiki didn't back down. He never did.

"Stop twisting my words!"

"Where do you think the saying think before you speak came from? It was clearly to think on what words you should say that can't be twisted."

"Tch."

"You also can't admit defeat-"

"So can't you!"

Shiki pushed Akira towards the wall quite roughly and pushed his knee hard against Akira's crotch area. "I can't be defeated." A lie but Akira didn't know that. Akira felt the wounds on his back sting and had to arch away to lessen. However, when he saw Shiki smirk, Akira wanted to punch it off his face. "Wounds on my back you bastard," he said before Shiki could make a remark about it.

"You enjoy pain though." Shiki bent his head down to bite down on Akira's lips before moving down to Akira's neck and started to nip a trail to his collarbone. Akira reached out to pull Shiki on his long shaggy black hair and pulled even harder when Shiki didn't budge or change his attention. Akira twisted his hand, causing the locks to twist, before pulling it so hard that Shiki actually let his head go back with narrowed eyes. So, even he had a limit. Akira didn't smile or smirk in triumph since he kept pulling Shiki by the hair until he was off him and kicked him in the stomach. Shiki pushed off his feet to grasp Akira by the arms and shoved him towards the bed. Bending his head down to Akira's neck, he bit down so hard that Akira lowered his torso while clenching his teeth. He failed to keep his grunts and groans of pain and tried to get free. Shiki bit down even harder on Akira's neck, the red liquid gathering in his mouth yet it didn't affect him. He showed Akira down on the bed and kept his teeth locked in the skin of Akira's neck.

"Let...go!"

Shiki pushed down harder with his body and if Akira didn't know any better, he would've think that Shiki would growl at him. "Let me go! Hey!"

"I said I was going to devour you, wasn't I?" Shiki's voice was deeper than usual but at least it wasn't psychotic.

"Get off me!"

"Let go? Get off?" Shiki moved his head to Akira's right ear. "Which is it?" Akira felt Shiki's warm breath against his skin and was glad the bastard didn't lick him. He hated it.

Wait, he hated everything the bastard di-

"Are you listening? Or are you lost in pleasure?"

"Get. Off. Of me."

"Mm, that voice holds a threat. Finally this side of yours comes out."

"Don't screw with me!-"

Shiki chuckled and licked his ear. So much for the thought of him not doing that. "It's time." Akira heard a belt unclasp before hearing the zipper being opened. Akira almost closed his eyes but knowing Shiki would take that the wrong way, he left them open. The bastard never quit.

It was ironic on how they were the same in some ways while they were different in others.

"You should still be able to take this." A finger slipped in his anal and Akira tensed up causing Shiki to smirk. Akira felt himself stretch and clenched his teeth to keep the sounds in. He wouldn't let them come out this time. He wouldn't and couldn't or Shiki would... Something in his mind clicked. It was always him being taken by this bastard.... No, the thought of doing this to another male sickened him especially Shiki. That would also earn him an easy beating and more wounds to his pride.

A sudden pain shot Akira out of his thoughts and let out a groan. Damnit. The bastard had entered him already and was going fast and hard again. The damn leather on Shiki didn't help either since it kept brushing against him while Shiki thrusted in and out like a wild animal. Akira hissed in pain still from the wounds on his back and since arching wouldn't do anything, he wrung his arms around Shiki to pull himself up. Shiki was confused by his actions since Akira never did such a thing. Red eyes stared into blue eyes in wonder before that emotion disappeared.

"Oh? What's this?"

"I'm using you to get off the wounds you made on my back."

"What an excuse." Shiki bent down lower to see what Akira would do and he just pulled himself farther. Amused, Shiki did it again and again until Akira found himself clinging to the male and just hovering a bit over the sheet. Akira already admitted to himself that Shiki was strong but he had to so again since, geez, this took the cake.

Shiki had stopped thrusting while he had his little amusement and now that his face was quite close to Akira, and seeing all of it in front of him, he was starting to get... A weird feeling was starting to crawl inside him. It was awkward like the silence now in the room while Akira just stared at him without blinking. Akira started to get lost in those red eyes and despite them having a soft gaze, they were still able to pierce right through him.

Neither of them knew who moved first but their lips soon locked together as if to taste this new pull. Shiki worked Akira's lips like one who had kissed before while Akira clearly had no experience and learned from the other male. After some sloppy attempts, Akira mastered it a little and started to give really heated kisses to Shiki who, in turn, gave his own back. The two started to pant from the kisses yet still kept kissing each other until they both pulled apart to catch their breath. Their eyes had become smokey while they looked at each other. Shiki was the one who moved first as if he wanted more and more of it. Akira started to protest since and that had caused him to moan out. Shiki continued anyway to kiss Akira until his own lips were swollen and pulled himself up.

"Such a weird....expression," commented Shiki while shifting and it was clear that he had forgotten that he was giving Akira in the ass. Akira cursed out from the movement yet felt something...impossible for words that made him, well, moan out in complete pleasure. Hearing it, Akira flushed a little at such a sound coming from him and immediately started to push Shiki away. When he felt Shiki grow hard, really, did he have to, his attempt to get Shiki off was starting to become frantic.

"No." It was simple and there was no teasing.

"Just...get...off."

"No." Shiki claimed Akira's lips once more and pushed him back down since Akira had managed to get in a slight sitting position. Akira bit down on Shiki's lips this time yet that didn't do a thing. Of course it didn't. Shiki finally pulled out of him and it was quite shocking that he wanted kisses more than thrusting into Akira roughly. It was completely weird!

"Knock it off!"

"No."

That answer was getting on Akira's nerves but Shiki wouldn't budge while he practically became a kissing predator now by stubbornly keeping Akira down. "Stop that!"

"More."

Apparently Shiki wouldn't talk in complete sentences now. "Bastard, get the fuck off!" Akira stuck his knee directly into his stomach. Shiki blinked a bit, trying to figure out what just happened, before his attention focused on Akira. "Seems I've gotten distracted." His gaze traveled down to Akira's ass. There was no evidence that he fucked Akira.

"I cleaned it up after you were done," commented Akira. It was a huge ass lie.

"Did I not say for you to leave it?"

"Why the fuck would I do that?"

"I see. So you don't like that. You sure were liking those kisses." Fuck, so he did know what happened. Well, Akira did too but the thought- Agh, the thought was just disgusting! However, he received a sneak attack by Shiki's lips. Akira's eyes widened, seeing how Shiki had closed his own eyes before they opened when Akira didn't respond. Yes, no matter what they did, those eyes always pierced through Akira. Shiki moved his head away to break the kiss and ground himself against Akira. "Shocked?" The bastard! Akira let out a growl like sound before trying to pull himself up but that action only knocked his own head against Shiki.

Yeah, smooth move. Akira brought up a hand to rub it and even got to see Shiki do the same thing with his gloved hand.

"Quite a skull. Let's see you use it more often."

Akira just glared at Shiki through the cracks of his fingers. The sight caused Shiki to chuckle before pulling Akira's hand away while leaning down. "What's that look for?"

"What do you think?"

The smirk just grew wider and Akira knew he was absolutely fucking screwed now. The realization must have shown on his expression since Shiki started to thrust into Akira. Akira gripped the sheets while his body arched up on its own. Damn body, it just loved to betray him! "Get off!"

"No. I did say I was going to devour you." Shiki licked his collarbone before trailing it up to his neck. The grip on the sheets tightened while Akira's head rubbed around the sheets, his dark-brown-almost-green hair getting tangled in the process. Shiki watched him while he did so and was quite surprised in the expression that Akira was starting to show when he soon drowned in pleasure. Sure, the sounds always got him hard, but he never ever took time to see the male's voice. It wasn't classified as cute. It was classified like his own face yet rougher. An arrogant look to match those blue eyes like water itself how it made its own path.

"That's a very interesting expression," while he started to get rougher with his thrusts, making grunts himself now. Akira felt the draft thanks to the sweat from the activity that Shiki forced him into. Shiki stole his lips once more and kissed him very heatedly enough for the both of them to pant afterward.

"Hurry up and end it," hissed Akira.

Shiki chuckled, "Just for that, I won't."

"Bastard...!"

Shiki brushed one hand on the piercing upon Akira's abdomen. Akira closed one eye at the feel of it. He forgot all about that! Shiki pushed down upon the top so that it would dig into Akira's skin a bit. If you have that plus the thrusting you would feel a good source of pleasure. For Akira, it was enough to make him moan out. As always, he didn't like that but Shiki never cared. He liked it and it was why he forced it out of Akira. Shiki glided one lone gloved finger over it, up and down slowly and teasingly. Akira shuddered a bit while letting out a ragged breath in response and couldn't help but arch just a tad from it.

"You want more of my touch?"

"Just finish it!"

Shiki chuckled, Akira lost count on how much Shiki had chuckled at him and it annoyed him even further. "Shall I and let you finally release and be free of myself inside you or..." Shiki trailed down the gloved finger and pushed against the base of Akira's length. "Maybe I should tease you a little bit more," he said while moving his finger away yet going back again, the touch feeling like a graze from claw tips. "It'll be enjoyable to hear your moans and begging," said Shiki while swirling his finger around, letting the cool gloved hand touch the penis without care.

"Quit it already!"

"You say to finish it and now to stop." Shiki moved his hand back down on the bed and leaned down, "Which is it, pet?"

Akira hated that nickname and showed it by headbutting Shiki. It hurt like fuck but it was damn worth it.

"I see... You wish to get closer."

"Wha-"

Shiki pushed Akira back down and put Akira's hands over his head, "Can't quite blame you though." Akira glared at him while trying to get his hands free. "See? You're anxious to get your hands on me."

"Only to punch you!"

"I can change your mind," said Shiki while looking down at Akira's lips. Akira, who was too anger to notice where the bastard on top of him was looking, shouted, "Let me go!"

"No, I don't think I will."

Right when Akira was going to reply, again, his lips were claimed. It was rough yet raw with emotion. It scared Akira and not because of how much it hurt but the feelings behind it. Perhaps Shiki was toying with him. Akira decided to experiment on that thought and opened his mouth to run his tongue over Shiki's lips. Either way you looked at it, Akira would be licking his own lips or trying to tell Shiki to get off. Neither caused Shiki to break the kiss. Instead, Shiki started to french kiss Akira. Akira bit down on his tongue yet that didn't make Shiki pull away. Shiki urged Akira on, especially when he ground his hips upon Akira's and even kissed his jawline.

Shiki kissing without nipping or licking any part of Akira was, well, the sign that he wasn't his usual self.

Akira started to open his eyes and the expression on Shiki's face was... It was... Those red eyes opened and the dark and misty look started to pull him in. Yet, there was something else. Something like...

Keisuke...

The memories of him flashed through Akira's mind, causing Akira to look to the side with a sad expression. Well, he didn't think he made it but he did and Shiki had front row center to see it. It wasn't like it was the first time to see it either.

Shiki pulled out and tucked his penis back inside the underwear before zipping and buttoning the leather pants up. Akira didn't seem to notice since he was in his thoughts and didn't even notice that Shiki had walked out until the click resounded in the room.

That was the first time Shiki had voluntarily stopped fucking him.

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Sometime during the night, Shiki had come back in and got in the bed without much care to not wake up Akira. It was nothing new but after what happened earlier on...Akira couldn't help but get... The hell was wrong with him?! This blasted feeling and stupid bastard beside him was the cause of it! Why was his body becoming heated too?! Akira let out his anger by kicking Shiki but Shiki just slept soundly. Of course the bastard was tired.

Akira turned around so that he would gain more distance from him but the sight he saw surprised him. Shiki hardly slept facing towards Akira nor was there a time that Akira woke up to see it when Shiki moved in his sleep.

Shiki's sleeping face wasn't all that different when he saw Shiki kiss him yet it held a much lighter and relaxing feel. Akira's gaze looked at the strong neck before it trailed to the collarbone and torso area before catching himself. What the, why was he sizing him up? Sure, males size others up to see if they could take the other but in this way. Akira turned around to stop himself from looking at Shiki. Soon, sleep took him again.


End of Part One.