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Heartless	By : Risaki Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Phantasmagoria Views: 934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I watch you as you work at your desk diligently. I know you have been working for days without sleep. The dark circles that are under your eyes are proof of that. It hurts me to see you like this, and I wish that there was something that I could do that would help. But at the same time, the last thing that I want to do is help.. Especially after the way you hurt me.

I told you that I loved you. That you were the very thing in life that I lived for. And what did you do? Shot me down and said that there was nothing in the world that could ever make you love me. All because you are a man just like me.

Kisaki you hurt me that day. Sure you apologized for it the following day, but I know that you only said sorry for the way you said those words to me, but not sorry for saying them.

Kisaki, I can tell that you are forcing a smile as I walk into your office. I don’t even have to look at you to tell that you are still nervous from what I had told you. Kisaki you have been acting funny ever since I had told you those three little words.

"What do you need Riku?"

you ask, trying to break the awkward silence that is between us.

I smirk to myself at the thoughts that are running though my mind as I answer,

"I just wanted to check on you and make sure that you are alright."

That is only half the truth.

You are frowning at me, and I know if is because you don’t like it when people treat you like this. You don’t like it when people are worried about you. It makes you feel like a child, a child who cant take care of themselves.

And Kisaki, I know for a fact that is something that you don’t like. As a matter of fact I know that you hate it. You want people to think that they need you while you need no one.

That is what made me fall in love with you.

But you need to change the way you think. You are going to need someone at some point in your life. Whether you wan to admit it or not.

You sigh as you go back to your work. Kisaki you are working yourself to death. I can tell how tense you are even though I am standing at the other end of the room. Actually it isn't hard to notice at all and that is just fine by me. I was looking for something like this to work to my advantage.

You watch me intently as I move behind you. You are watching my every move, aren't you Kisaki? You are trying to make it look like you are still working, but I can read you like I book. I know you aren't working at this moment.

I place my hands on you shoulders, and you are ready to protest, but when I run my hands over what I assume was "the right place" you leave your argument and moan quietly, letting me continue massaging the tension out of his shoulders.

Kisaki you really are tense and you have no idea how much this is working to my advantage. Everything is going as I had planned.

You aren't bothering to hide the fact that you're not working. As a matter of fact, you are letting me have more control over you. Kisaki do you even realized that right now your head is bowed down?

Leaning down, I kiss the skin on the back of your neck. I hold back a chuckle. Your reaction is amusing to me but that was not proof. For all I knew it came from the fact that the spot was sensitive. But you dismiss it, much to my surprise. I would have thought for sure that you would have yelled something out at me like you did that one day.

Your response to my kiss Kisaki is exciting to me. I never thought that you would let me get away with something like that. Hell you never even let me get away with it when it was a concert. You always managed to bring it up and give me a tongue lashing before I even had a chance to change. Are things really like how you say they are Kisaki?

I move my hands down from your shoulders and let them touch your back. I can feel your muscles relax under my touch. You are bending over more and more, encouraging me to do more for you. You probably wont admit this, but you are loving this.

When my hands reach the middle of your back, you arch ever so slightly, and I shudder. What a beautiful sight. I find myself wondering how flexible you really are, and how far you and truly arch that lovely back of yours.

Your quiet moans, the slight arc in your back, and the thoughts that are plaguing my mind, this is not good for my will power. I am stunned that I have made it this far without doing it yet.

I hit that spot in your back again, and all at once you let out a throaty moan and arc just a little more. That is all it takes. I cant take this torture anymore.

I lean over and kiss that same place on your neck as I did before, but instead of pulling away like I did that last time, I stay and suck a bit of the skin into my mouth.

"Riku what the hell are you doing?!"

you turn around and glare at me.

You are more than pissed at me. You don’t like what I just pulled.

Kisaki, if you didn't like that, then you aren't going to like what I really want to do to you.

You stand up from your chair, as if to emphasize that you are upset. Normally I would have apologized for what I had done, but this time around the circumstances were different. There was no way you are going to scold me out of this. Not after you hurt me. For hurting me…I will hurt you back.

"I'm sorry,"

I say to you, and you know that the apology is fake as I step closer to you.

You try to take a step back, but unfortunately for you, your desk is there, and the solid oak isn't going to let you get away from me. You are about to climb over it, but I am not about to let you. You gag slightly the tie you are wearing constricts your neck. You look back at me who is holding you steadily in place, the fear in your eyes is obvious and your attempts to hide that fear is amusing.

I press myself against your body.

So warm…

I feel you shudder, and I am sure you know what my intentions are. You know better. You aren’t a fool.

“Kenji?”

your voice is weak as wrap my arms around you, making sure that your’s are pinned to your side so that there is nothing that you can do.

I don’t want to hear what you have to say to me. I crash my lips against yours.

You’re trying to bite my lips so that I will let you scream. To bad for you. That is not about to happen. I already have everything planned. There is no way you are getting out of this.

I release your mouth from mine, and I can tell by the breath that you gasp in you are about to scream. I am not going to let you ruin everything.

I cover your soft lips with my hand quickly, muffling whatever sounds you are trying to make.

You are looking at me with wide eyes. It is beautiful.

With my free hand I take a small scrap of cloth out of my pocket, and when the items comes in your line of sight your eyes get even larger.

If only you could see yourself now.

The great Kisaki is terrified.

You should be.

God shouldn’t hurt his most loyal of followers.

They have their methods of getting what they want from God.

I release you once again only long enough to get that cloth tied behind your head, getting some of your lush hair caught in the knot.

You hurry to lift your hands to untie it, but you aren’t as fast as I.

Your hands are caught in mine. If the gag was out of your mouth, and a person was to look at this from the side, it would almost look like we loved each other.

But I know that isn’t the case.

You don’t love me.

You never have.

You never will.

You are shaking as I hold you. Tears are welling up in your eyes. I wish you could see yourself looking so utterly defeated.

I lean over on you, forcing your back to bend over the desk. I don’t weigh a lot, but it is enough to keep you pinned down. I fight with you forcing your arms above your head. When they are up there, I use my free hand to undo the cloth belt that is around my waist. I always knew that this thing would be handy one day. You always said that it looked stupid with the little fringes that hung off of it.

How stupid does it look now Kisaki?

I can feel something pressing into my leg.

Is that what I think it is Kisaki?

Even though I know you will never admit to it Kisaki, I know that this excites you. Your body is proof of that. There is no way you can deny it. No way you can hide it.

I have securely tied that belt around your hands, not to mention the chair that is in front of your desk. You know, the one I sat in every time I came to see you.

You shiver, and try to mutter something to the effect of stop through the fabric.

I get off of you just enough so that I can play with the buttons that are holding your shirt on. I can hear you whimpering as I run my fingers over your soft flesh. Your paler than I thought you were, your nipples stand out brightly compared to the skin of your chest. There is also that nice slope from your ribs down to your stomach, and the fact that you are bending back makes it all the more stunning.

You try to scream something when my fingers undo the button on your pants, then pulling them until they are around your knees.

You’re crying now, but your tears aren’t convincing when I can clearly see your erection through the fabric of your boxers.

You’re quiet aroused aren’t you Kisaki?

I can’t take it anymore. I have waited to long. My body is just as hard and ready as your’s is.

You close your eyes, not wanting to watch me as I remove my pants and let them pool around my ankles. Its ok, you don’t have to watch.

Not this part at least.

I tug at your boxers just enough so that I can press myself against your entrance.

“Mgnnn…”

Is that a moan Kisaki?

You won’t admit to it ever, but I can see it in your face. Kisaki you are turned on. You are liking and hating this at the same time.

I push my way into your body, and if not for the gag, I would have torn a scream from you. Your breathing it rough and ragged as you release a strangled and broken moan. I do as well.

You feel wonderful Kisaki. Your virgin body is amazing. So tight and warm.

I can’t help but smirk to myself. I knew that you would enjoy this. That’s just the kind of person you are.

I can feel your legs shaking as I pull myself out, before slamming back into you, causing you to cry out again as I hit your prostate dead on.

You sound beautiful. I don’t think I have ever heard such a wonderful thing before in my life.

I pushing in and pulling out of you, my pace steadily increasing. You are moaning, your tears have stopped.

I look between us and take note of how painfully hard you are.

I wrap my hand around your throbbing member, and I hear you hiss breath in-between the cloth.

You are leaking.

Did you know that?

It doesn’t take long before you spill yourself all over my hand. The sight of it is enough to make me cum inside of you.

You are gasping for breath.

You look wonderful like this.

I pull myself out of you and quickly fasten my pants on. The guilt is starting to kick in. I had hoped that it wouldn’t. But at the same time I expected it.

I did just rape you.

I untie you, taking one last look at you as I do so.

You still look beautiful.

You look up at me. Your eyes are still half lidded from your orgasm, and red from when you were crying.

I place a chase kiss on your lips before I let myself out of your office, getting out as fast as I can. It was tempting enough the first time. I don’t want to be tempted a second time.

You only hurt me once.

So hurt you one time as well.

But hurt me again…

And I will hurt you again…
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