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The Manipulated Life	By : Erzulie Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1382 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Dir en grey. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Part Three – Bird of Prey

Kaoru looks over the other slowly, a soft smirk on his thin lips. Kyo is lying on the bed; his lovely black robe is now opened to reveal his beautiful body. He’s hard, pulsing - very needful. Kaoru had teased and caressed him into this aroused state, taking his time to prepare the blonde for their evening together, to make his voice sound out the way he wanted the youth to sing. Kyo had been so unwilling at first, trying to steel himself against the advances a few times before completely succumbing to the hawk’s will. The blonde’s eyes are closed; his lips parted slightly, his head tilted back. His wrists are over his head, bound together with silk binds, the open, bell- sleeves of his robe pooled around his upper arms, revealing the length of his elegant limbs. The silk binds around his wrists are attached to a silken leash, which straps him to the headboard, the leash secured to a metal ring there, keeping him in place. The binds were in case Kyo had any last doubts, or ideas for flight. Kaoru didn’t think it was possible now, not with how the youth’s body was flushed, arched gently from the bed, his thick cock throbbing and twitching - but one had to always be ready for the unexpected. His fingers reach out and trace down the other’s neck slowly, watching the way –his- blonde arched his throat to the touch. Completely enraptured by the talons of the hawk. Kyo was a vision of the most perfect eroticism the purple haired man had ever seen. The blonde’s make up is smeared, and his legs are spread around Kaoru’s own naked body. Kyo tried to close his thighs, but his captor’s hands and knees stop him from doing so. The captive whines throatily, the fear apparent in his sound. The hawk can’t help but smirk. This catty little thing stretched out beneath him was reduced to the state of a mouse so easily. Kaoru wondered why no one else had ever tried. Hadn’t they seen the need in the blonde’s face? Hidden deep in his dark, bottomless eyes? Probably not. If they had all been like Arashino-sama, then they had all been blind to everything save for their own desires concerning the pretty creature now tied to his bed. Kaoru was glad that he’d let Kyo kill Arashino. Very glad of it. Even if he’d been hired to stop jut such a thing from happening. The bird of prey smirks to himself. It was his luck that a beauty would stand in his way of doing his job correctly. And what a beauty Kyo was. Is. When Kaoru had seen his momentary captive for the first time all those years ago, he’d known immediately that he’d let the blonde get away with anything. As long as he could find a way to have him. So, things had worked out perfectly, it seemed. Kyo was now his. For better or for worse. Whether or not the blonde knew or even happened to like it.

Kaoru massages the insides of Kyo’s thighs gently, then he leans slowly down to the thick erection beckoning to him from its nest of dark curls. Once again, he takes the pulsing organ into his mouth, kissing and licking the length of it before he lets his lips suckle the tip. He hears Kyo gulp down a deep moan, and he smirks around the tip, bringing more of his captive’s length into his mouth. Kyo lets out a soft moan as he’s suckled on, Kaoru’s mouth sliding down over his cock further. The hawk feels the mouse’s inner-thigh quiver beneath his caressing touch still on the smooth, fair skin. Soon, Kaoru’s head is bobbing up and down on the other’s erection, the blonde’s hips thrusting gently at first, and then working more quickly as Kyo’s pleasure grows with each passing second. The purple haired man is quick to stop the movements, suppressing them with a firm hand on the youth’s hip, holding him down to the mattress below. Kyo let out another of his rich voiced cries and struggles against the hold, forcing Kaoru to smirk and hold him down more harshly to keep him still. As he does so, a shiver of deep need runs down the hawk’s backbone and he moans around the cock he’s pleasuring. The vibrations send a passionate sound from his victim’s paint-smeared lips, and so it goes in a tiny vicious cycle of pleasure for a moment or two. Kaoru breaks the cycle by deciding that it was time to get down to business. His fingers move from caressing Kyo’s inner thigh to sliding between the spread cheeks of the blonde’s ass, searching for the other man’s entrance.

“Iie!” Kyo’s voice comes out as a sudden, panting cry as he tries to pull his thighs together. Kaoru narrows his eyes and pulls off from the erection, sitting up between thighs he separates. He looks at his captive for a split second, his eyes harsh – and then he sends the back of his hand across the blonde’s face. He then catches Kyo’s chin and forces the wide-eyed younger man to look up at him and meet his harsh, commanding eyes.

“What did I tell you, Kyo? No talking, only sounds!” He then smacks the blonde harshly once more, snarling softly as he does so. His deceptively thin hands catch the other’s chin again in a vice-like grip. Kaoru finds his captive snarling up at him, pretty lip busted and bleeding – blood mixing with white, crimson and black paint in an appetizingly morbid way. The hawk feels another harsh grip of desire for his wounded mouse, and he leans in to suckle the blood from the other’s abused lips. Kyo responds instantly by snapping up at him. Kaoru growls, moving from the other’s lips to sit up over him and take his delicate neck in the grip of his left hand, pressing the youth into the bed with force. Kyo gasps for breath, his bound hands trying to pull from the hold of the leash to rip at the hand about his throat, but to no avail. Kaoru leans once more to the youth’s lips and licks the blood from the busted petal, purring as he does so. His other hand is between Kyo’s ass cheeks again, fingers probing lightly at his entrance upon discovery. Kyo tries to struggle more, only to find it’s even more difficult to breathe.

“Kyo, I can make this easy on you, if you let me. If not, I can make sure that every one knows – just by looking at you – exactly what we did here tonight. Do you understand me?” Kaoru’s voice is a rich, deep purr – the threat hanging in the air. He releases his grip on the youth’s neck after another second or two. He listens to the youth gasp and cough, catch his breath. Once he thinks the other has had sufficient oxygen to fuel a good scream - two of his fingers plunge roughly into the young man’s completely unprepared tightness. Kyo cries out, gasping for air in the middle of his scream, but not because he’s choking anymore. Kaoru smiles, slowly, warmly and speaks again in his purring, loving voice. “You have permission to say yes or no to the next question, and the next question only. The question is, do you understand my threat, slave, and if so will you submit to me fully?”

“Hai!” Kyo cries out again, squirming under the other. Kaoru smiles and sits back, tracing his finger down the slightly bruised neck of his captive. His fingers glide down Kyo’s chest, and he finds that chest arching to his touch rapturously. He smirks, and then his eyes slide down the toned body beneath him to gaze at the thick, throbbing cock so ready to be sucked once more. It was now oozing pre-cum.

“My, my . . .” Kaoru purrs, then leans in and laps at the other’s essence. Kyo bucks his hips and moans, releasing another cry as Kaoru’s fingers, still inside of him, go deeper.
“My slave seems to be enjoying this. If he speaks again tonight, however . . .” He adds a third finger and drives the trio deep into the writhing, tight body he’s controlling,
“He’ll regret it forever.” He knows his voice reaches Kyo’s ears, despite the scream sounding from the busted lips. He smiles, then angles the three fingers to find Kyo’s prostate.
“But if he behaves . . . “ He touches the blonde’s inner pleasure, watching the other’s body jump and the blonde’s eyes roll behind his fluttering eyelids as a moan escapes to melt into the air. “ . . . He will enjoy himself even more.”

Kyo’s legs spread wider, and Kaoru scissors his fingers to stretch the other for his entrance into him, knowing that this was the blonde’s final unspoken consent to what was about to happen. Once more, the hawk leans down to take his captive’s thick cock into his mouth. He bobs his head up and down the pulsing length as he stretches and slowly fucks his slave with his fingers. Soon, he could feel Kyo’s body tense up. The blonde was getting close to orgasm. Not yet, beautiful. Kaoru thinks to himself, pulling away from Kyo’s erection and removing his fingers from the youth’s tightness. He hears the whimper of need from the busted lips, and he smirks again, his fingers moving to pinch the head of his captive’s erection, preventing him from reaching his peak. Kyo cries out, and makes Kaoru smile. “Not without me, you don’t . . .” He smirks at the needful whimper which leaves the blonde’s lips, then he pulls away completely to go to the nearer bedside table. He opens the drawer and brings out a bottle, showing it to Kyo. “See, I’m not completely evil . . . as this is your first time.” He smirks as he watches Kyo’s eyes roll lightly, half in annoyance. “What, you don’t want it? No, I’m not going to ruin you tonight. You’ve been an angel. Well, almost . . .”
He uncaps the lube and squeezes a health portion between Kyo’s ass cheeks. He puts the bottle to the side, then begins to work his fingers around the youth’s ass cheek slowly, soon pushing them in once more, spreading the lube in globs inside of Kyo’s rectum. The blonde’s moans spur him on, and he finger fucks the other quickly, working him into a frenzy before his other hand comes to Kyo’s erection. Instead of pumping him, however, Kaoru once again pinches the youth’s cockhead between strong fingers, making the blonde scream in frustration. The hawk merely smirks, then uses the left over lube to coat over his own cock. He pumps himself with his free hand quickly, thrusting into his own grip as he looks down at Kyo with lustful eyes. He licks his lips, and he guides himself to the well-lubed and stretched entrance. He feels like he’s taking a virgin, basically, and it makes him smile to feel the tightness of Kyo’s body about him as he pushes slowly inside of it. Kyo’s mouth opens in a silent cry, feeling the other slowly begin to fill him with his pulsing length. Kaoru’s fingers are still pinched over his prey’s erection, keeping him on the brim of ecstasy. Slowly, he slips fully inside of Kyo, then rests once he’s fully seated, watching the blonde’s face. Sweat is rolling down the side of Kyo’s face, white makeup leaving trails of naked skin. A geisha’s tease. Kaoru smiles to see it, loving how feminine his slave was in this moment. He then begins to move, to thrust slowly, listening to Kyo’s cries as he does. .

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The night has wound down, and both men lay in the bed together, exhausted. Kyo’s eyes are closed, his hands are still bound, but he’s on his side now. Kaoru had moved him there, rebound him. The purple haired man lay spooned front to back with his captive, his leg between Kyo’s thighs as he holds him gently, the other leg draped over Kyo so that he held his body fully. His face rests against the blonde’s neck, and he lays soft kisses along the sweaty flesh. Kaoru is calm, his lust satiated. Though the blonde seems to be asleep, the hawk knows that he is not, but he says nothing of it. He understood the need for the silence to continue, after all, he’d been the one to enforce it all night long. Only Kyo’s sounds had been voiced in the room. . . Kaoru sighs and nuzzles at his captive’s neck gently, getting ready to settle in until sunrise. And then, his phone rings. He sighs loudly and moves from holding his slave, getting up from the bed to hunt down his pants, wondering where he’d thrown them. The ringing of his cellphone guides him to them, however, and he pulls the tiny contraption out of the tailored black trousers. He takes it back to the bed and sitting on the side of the mattress before he flips the phone open and stops it’s frantic calls.

“I told you, not tonight.” He tells the person on the other end, his eyes narrowing sharply into the darkness of the room beyond. He allows his caller to explain himself, and he glares softly as the other speaks. Behind him, Kyo lays silently on the bed, his eyes opening, starring into the darkness as well and listening to the one side of the conversation he can hear. Kaoru speaks again after the low tones of his caller pass. “Very well, I’ll be there as soon as I can. It won’t be too long.” There is no polite goodbye, nor is there a stern ‘fuck off, asshole’. Kaoru just hangs up his phone, pops it shut and throws it to the floor in anger, dark and silent in his rage. He then moves into the bed, crawling to the place where Kyo’s bound to the bed by the leash to the loop. Kyo closes his eyes quickly, feeling the movements. He feels his captor kiss his cheek slowly, gently. The press of the thin lips is careful, almost sweet. As if it were a lover kissing his mistress goodbye. Kyo grits his teeth, and he feels the lips smirk against his cheek.

“I know you’re awake.” Kaoru tells him, moving to his ear to whisper there. “It’s alright, ne? I’ll still let you go. Thank you for the wonderful evening, my most beautiful Kyo-sama. I shall never forget it. Nor shall you, I’ll wager.” Another low, dark laugh into the blonde’s ear, and the binds are slack around Kyo’s wrists. Kaoru reaches over and undoes the knots binding the rest of the blonde’s trap together. And then he’s off the bed, collecting his clothing. Kyo lays there still, pretending to sleep despite the fact he knew the other was on to him. He didn’t want to dress with this man, didn’t want to leave at the same time as he did. It would be too suspicious, too damning. Plus, he simply didn’t want to look at his captor in the face now, or ever again. After all, he didn’t even know what his name was, did he?

A few more minutes, and Kyo is alone. He lays in the darkness still, listening to his own breathing, wondering suddenly what had called the purple haired hawk from his side. He hadn’t heard the other side of the short conversation, but whatever it was, he was sure that the other had not liked the interruption. Which meant Kyo was of course grateful for it. Slowly, the blonde sits up in the bed, sighing to himself and wincing with how he aches at his movements. He crawls out of the bed, and as he stands, he feels the other’s seed drip slowly down his legs.

“Disgusting . . .” He growls to himself, sending his sharp nails down his own chest as if he were punishing himself for this evening’s situation. “So disgusting . . .” He didn’t understand how he could have enjoyed every moment of that as he had. Why? He shivers, and shakes his head.
“Just go home, Kyo . . . take a shower . . .” He tells himself out loud, hobbling in slight pain towards the door after picking up the dressing gown and wrapping it around himself. He knew where he’d find Toshiya and Die at this hour, and they would be alone. If he took the private hallway, he wouldn’t see anyone on the way there. Thank. God. “First things first though, get the blade back from that redheaded fuck . . . and maybe kill him with it.” He snarls lightly, knowing that the last bit wouldn’t happen. He valued his own life too much to do so. Besides, this one night was over. And that’s all it was, right? Just one night.

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