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Miwaku no Zakuro	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction. I do not personally know any of the members of Dir en grey, X Japan, or KISAKI, and do not profit from this work.

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When next the door opened, it was like an otherworldly gate between life and death. Curled in a miserable slump against the frame, Kyo couldn’t tell whether the gateway was to heaven or hell; the light flooding in was so beautiful, but excruciatingly painful. After the lifetime spent in the dark, his eyes snapped themselves shut against the brightness, but he strained to open them again, desperate to see even if through a haze of delirium and stinging tears. A dark stain in the middle of the glaring white patch shifted and contracted, shrinking down to a low hunch with the faint sound of wool cloth sliding against itself. The shadow uttered a sigh and stretched out, one hand sliding lightly over Kyo’s cheek to collect a tear, and he pressed into it, starved for warmth and contact just as much as he was for food and water.
“Oh, pet… why do you make me punish you this way? I would so much rather treat you gently… let you out of your cell and shower you with gifts… Why can’t you just behave yourself for more than a single day?” Kaoru wondered. His voice held a little disappointment, but overall it seemed too calm for the turmoil it incited in his captive.
“I’m sorry,” Kyo whispered sorrowfully, face fallen in stark desperation. One hand came up to grasp – after some fumbling misses – at the sleeve of Kaoru’s jacket, holding the older man’s hand against his face. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
Part of Kaoru – a very small part, that wasn’t consumed by his residual anger – was mildly impressed that his pet had figured out the loophole in the collar’s control without having to be told. His head tipped a bit to one side, light spilling over the subtle swell of a bruised cheek and the dark line of a split in his bottom lip. “I believe you. But I’m not sure I’m ready to let you apologize to me yet. You really made me very angry, Kyo.”
The blonde flinched a little at the use of his name. It felt like a bitter chastisement, and his heart began to quiver anxiously. He gripped his captor’s sleeve harder and whispered again, “I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I swear I’ll be good! I’m so sorry…”
Kaoru’s eyes narrowed a bit. “I’ve told you before, your lip service does me little good. If you don’t have anything else to say for yourself, I’m just going to leave you in time out until my mood improves on its own.”
Kyo bit his lip as a shuddering sob crept out. There was so much expectation in Kaoru’s voice, written across his face, but no explanation seemed to be forthcoming. Panic was crushing Kyo’s chest in a vice grip as he struggled to figure out just what his captor wanted; what it was he had to do to end this punishment.
‘I don’t…’
‘I don’t understand!’
‘What does he want?!’
A fragment of memory bubbled up helpfully from a corner of his hazy mind.
-“…-mpletely dependant on my mood. I’m pissed off right now, so I suggest you open up that lovely mouth an-…”-
‘I have to…?’
Comprehension struck Kyo; Kaoru didn’t accept verbal apologies. If he wanted his captor’s mood – and by association, his own circumstances – to improve, he had to act the part he’d been assigned. In his barely-lucid desperation, the realization that would have only days ago twisted his stomach into vicious knots of fear and fury, now only gave him a weak flutter of hope. It never occurred to him that Kaoru hadn’t actually offered him anything tangible in return for any apology he might make. It was a potential way out of his most recent taste of hell, and that was all that mattered in that moment.
‘I have to… make him stop being angry…!’
Kyo’s eyes fell into a hopeful, pleading slope and he nudged against Kaoru’s hand. “Please… please, let me apologize? I’m sorry; please let me make it up to you?”
Kaoru’s glare softened just a shade, considering the proposition. “Hmm… I don’t know, pet. It would have to be an exceptional apology to earn my forgiveness this time.”
Kyo swallowed a shameful lump in his throat – there was no place for pride here, not after what it had already cost him – and pressed on, “Please Master… please, let me apologize?”
A look of mild surprise flashed over Kaoru’s face, then a slow grin spread. He ran one thumb slowly over his captive’s dry bottom lip, watching a pink tongue peek out to flick over it in invitation. “…You may be better suited to this than I originally thought. Very well, you may apologize to me. It had damn well better be worth my while, though; you’ve already made me late for dinner.”
Kaoru stood from his crouched position and beckoned the younger man to work. Kyo obliged instantly, hands and eyes intent as belts and buttons and zippers came apart under them, zealous as if his salvation lay inside his captor’s pants. At that moment, he almost believed that it did. With an eagerness that would have sickened the man that he‘d been only a week ago, he engulfed Kaoru’s cock and set everything he had to sucking his captor off. The part of him that had been screaming once – he didn’t know how long ago, now… before the empty madness of “Time Out” – for pride and rebellion had been lost into the abyss. Now all that remained was fear of reprisal and, growing stronger every day, want for kindness.
It helped that he was more than a little delirious by this point.
“Nnh…”
Kaoru threaded the fingers of one hand through the younger man’s hair, eyes rolling back as the blonde worked him from relaxed to almost painfully hard in the space of a bare handful of minutes. Even with all the stress his new pet had caused him – the noise, the stubbornness, the extra responsibilities, the infuriating marks on his face – he knew in that moment that so long as the blonde always gave head like this, he would keep the maddening creature forever. Kyo was decadent when he put his mind to it; enthused, without the sloppy mindlessness of the sycophants Kaoru usually took to bed, skilled without the routines and tricks of the courtesans that he’d previously kept as companions.
“Fuck…”
When his captor uttered a low, indulgent moan, underscored by a soft ~thud~ as his head tipped back into the doorframe, Kyo’s desperately unstable mind registered a little spark of joy. It was working! He was making Kaoru less angry! He renewed his efforts, hands braced against the older man’s hips as he sucked and swallowed, his tongue dipping and sliding and swirling for all he was worth. And when tension rode through the taller body, rendering it stiff and quivering, he didn’t need to be told to swallow every drop of Kaoru’s cum, milking him dry as if it were the man's fury solidified that he was pulling out. With a hand still gripping his hair, he couldn’t sit back, so he simply tucked Kaoru back into his pants and rested his head against the man’s hip, panting softly. He ran his tongue absently over his lower lip to catch any lingering messes and looked up at his keeper with painful hope.
It took a few moments, but when Kaoru returned from his spiraling ascent into bliss, the plea for forgiveness written across his pet’s face made him smile. Seeing it, Kyo sagged against the older man’s legs with relief. If he’d been in a better state of mind, he might have at least considered just what it was he had been hoping for with his apology. He’d have wished for food or water or music or his light to come back on; something to lessen the strain of his situation. As it was, all he wished was for Kaoru to not be angry with him anymore. Because Kaoru knew just what to take away to make him suffer, the man must also know how to end that suffering, and Kyo believed with all of his heart that pleasing his captor would make that happen. How Kaoru might choose to do so was his own design.
“Such a good boy… you don’t do anything by halves, do you?” Kaoru murmured, a bit breathless.
“I’m sorry… Master Kaoru, I’m sorry…” Kyo whispered again.
“I know you are, pet.” Kaoru smiled softly and leaned down, kissing the top of Kyo’s head. “I forgive you.”
Kyo’s eyes closed and he shuddered under the force of the relief those words instilled in him, hiding his face against Kaoru’s hip. “Thank you…”
“Of course.” Kaoru nodded graciously. “Now, can you stand? As I said, I’m late for dinner. If you can walk, you may join me. If not, I’ll come back and feed you later.”
“I… I can walk…” Kyo insisted. He wasn’t entirely sure that was true. Every bone in his body felt like lead, and his muscles were slack with fatigue and malnutrition, but if it meant not being locked back in his cell again – even with the promise of return – he would make his legs carry him.
“Very well. Come, then.” Kaoru started toward the door, then paused, glancing back at his pet with an appraising frown. “Hmm… actually… we’ll get you dressed first. I’m somewhat disinclined to share all of you with the entire staff.”
When Kaoru crossed the room and beckoned his pet to follow, Kyo obliged, though his body trembled terribly under the strain. When Kaoru gave him a single garment to dress himself, he obeyed then as well, barely registering the simple black hakama that hugged his waist and fell loose around his ankles. And when Kaoru lead him out of the bedroom, out of the master suite and into the mansion proper, he followed blindly, never so much as glancing at the swarms of people they passed or the lavish hallways they crossed. His vision swam, and his head was full of static, but he managed to move one foot in front of the other to follow after his captor. Exhaustion chewed at the frayed edges of his nerves, and he was infinitely grateful for the hand on his shoulder that kept him from becoming lost as they went downstairs to a private dining room.
‘Am I… falling?’
‘No… just dizzy…’
“About fuckin’ time, Kaoru!” a jovial voice called, starting Kyo out of his haze.
“Sorry everyone,” Kaoru answered casually, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. “I was held up for a bit. Let’s eat.”
Kyo was guided to his knees onto a cushion next to a square table, just as the last time Kaoru had fed him. But this time the table was taller, meant to be used with chairs, and there were other, vaguely recognizable people seated around it, staring at him. He swallowed a nervous lump and pressed against Kaoru’s legs as the older man took the chair next to his cushion. An increasingly-familiar hand came to rest on the back of his head, massaging once, and he mindlessly sought comfort in the touch as playful banter flew over his head.
“Ah! You should feed that kid too, Kao, he’s too little to shrink any further.”
“Pft! Like you can talk, Die, with your skinny little stick legs.”
“Oh Totchi, I thought you liked my legs! I’m heartbroken, truly.”
“Nah, I like Shinya’s legs. All sweet and shapely, like the rest of him.”
‘They’re all so… happy…’
“Are you thirsty?” Kaoru murmured to Kyo while the others chatted and ate.
Kyo nodded anxiously, and felt a rush of gratitude as a bottle of water was pressed into his hands. From the first tentative sip, he felt his mind begin to reestablish a tenuous sort of stability that he clung to, even as his body became ever heavier with fatigue. It was so much better than the madness, even if he was quickly reminded that a lucid mind was rarely a blessing in this place. It made it harder for him to accept the reality of his situation, made him notice things that sent his heart racing anxiously. Most notably at the moment, he found that the other men peering over a vast spread of food at him unnerved him, if only for the half-formed memories they lived in.
Die, seated at Kaoru’s left. The redhead who’d spoken first, watching him now with too-perfect teeth flashing in a too-perfect grin: -“Shut him up.”-
Toshiya, seated at Kyo’s right. The blue-haired one – lacking the dreadlocks Kyo could have sworn he’d had before – smiling congenially: -“Just let me look, sweetheart.”-
Shinya, seated across from them. The auburn-haired one, peering at him over a cup of tea with something half-hidden, like… relief? Kyo had never heard him speak.
These men had surrounded Kaoru when Kisaki had sold him, just as they surrounded him now; with a pervasive aura of intermingled devotion and familiarity. Perhaps the worst part of their stares was that even as he knelt there – looking entirely battered and frail, leashed by a short chain to the table, shakily and desperately accepting food from Kaoru’s hand like a starved puppy – they didn’t seem perturbed in the least by his presence or condition. They were interested in him, sure, but it seemed only a casual curiosity, unbefitting the turmoil he’d experienced here. Almost like his situation was… normal, and not a horrifying violation of his body and soul.
The wool slacks Kyo’s cheek had been resting against chimed and vibrated, startling him away from Kaoru’s side. He watched, despondent, as his keeper grunted a brief apology to his friends and left the table to answer his cell phone. Kyo had only eaten a few bites; he was still so hungry… And he believed beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was not to feed himself from his master’s table. He chewed restlessly on the rim of his now-empty plastic bottle and watched Kaoru pace.
‘He looks upset…’
‘Is he going to be angry again?’
The thought was deeply distressing.
“Hey, kid.”
Kyo turned and was a bit startled to find Die leaning around the table to look at him, holding out a bread roll in one palm. He stared at the roll, then at Die, then at the roll again, unsure. Was he allowed to take food from other people? Was he allowed to refuse food from Kaoru’s friends? The last thing he wanted to do now was risk getting in trouble again. He looked back at Kaoru, biting his lip, but his captor was entirely absorbed in his phone call. He didn’t know what to do, but he was so hungry… Hesitantly, he reached out and took the bread.
Die grinned and winked at him. “Just don’t piss off the boss again, huh?”
Kyo just stared at him, uncomprehending, as he worked his way through the roll.
“Haha, yeah,” Toshiya chuckled. “He’s been so fucking pissy since Wednesday – hasn’t smiled once. You have to keep him happy for us, so he’s not such an insufferable slave driver.”
“Keep… him happy…?” Kyo whispered uncertainly, looking back at Kaoru again.
“Well sure! That’s your job, you know,” Toshiya asserted around a mouthful of noodles. He swallowed the bite and grabbed something off his own plate. “Here you go, honey.”
Kyo accepted the bit of sushi from the taller man’s palm, holding it delicately between two fingers of his bandaged right hand. “My… job?”
A new voice spoke up, and it was so calm and so serious in comparison to Toshiya and Die that it had Kyo’s attention immediately. “You may not realize it yet, but you’re in a position of unique power. As his companion, you have more influence over Kaoru than anyone else, even us.”
Kyo stared at Shinya, astounded. Power? He’d never felt so powerless in his life!
“No shit, and the courtesans are all a-fluster about it,” Toshiya groused, making a face. “Nozomi especially. She had herself all convinced she was going to be his companion forever, flaunting it around the baths like he'd proposed to her or something. She’s been a pain in my ass ever since he kicked her out.”
“She… she wanted…?!” Kyo was lost for words.
“Oh hell yeah, they all do. Even the Queen Bitch over here,” Die grinned, gesturing at Toshiya and getting a rude gesture in return. “Kao spoils his companions.”
“Unlike the last master of this house,” Shinya intoned.
There was a moment of uncomfortable silence and Kyo watched Toshiya and Die look at Shinya with something like sympathy, then at their meals with something like guilt. The conversation dropped off there. Kyo leaned against Kaoru’s chair again, chewing on the rim of his water bottle while he waited for his master to come back, and pondered what he’d just been told. People actually… wanted to be Kaoru’s pet? And Shinya, Toshiya, and Die seemed to think his situation was perfectly acceptable…
‘He’s only cruel when I make him angry…’
‘Maybe if I just… behave…’
The chair shifted, and Kyo felt wool cloth against his cheek once more. He looked up and watched silently as Kaoru resumed his meal right where he’d left off. It was mystifying, watching him laughing and smiling with his friends like he wasn’t the master of some massive crime syndicate, like he wasn’t the warped god/devil twisting Kyo’s soul between his fingers. Kaoru noticed his stare and smiled down at him, feeding him a bit of fruit, then handing him a bottled green tea.
‘He’s… happy…’
‘Everything is okay… because he’s happy…’
“Hey! We should have a picnic tomorrow,” Toshiya suggested excitedly.
“…That could be fun. It’s supposed to be the last nice day of summer,” Shinya put in.
“What’s tomorrow, Saturday?” Die wondered, then nodded. “I’m game. We’re talking about lunch, though, right? It’s going to be dark out by dinnertime.”
“Well yeah, lunch. Out in the gardens, it’ll be great!”
Kyo clutched the plastic bottle tightly, his harrowed mind slowly beginning to conform itself to the reality of his new life, if only because he couldn’t handle the strain of fighting it anymore.
‘I just have to keep him happy…’
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