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The Prophet	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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February 5^th - 3:00 pm
A white wifebeater and thick grey pants with an elastic waistband made Kyo feel like he had ended up in prison. Freshly scrubbed, soft blond hair hanging in damp spikes around his face, he sat at the writing table and waited to hear the rules to whatever game Kaoru intended to play. He could smell the food from this short distance, and his stomach was twisting noisily. The single white cigarette was taunting him, and his chest felt dry and crackly for want of it.
Kaoru stood, leaning against the table waiting patiently for the younger man to settle before reaching out a single hand. The covers were removed one by one, and the blonde nearly melted out of the seat. Grilled chicken, vegetables, rice, broth soup; all very simple and unadorned, the only things his stomach would be able to handle, but at the moment, it was the richest feast he’d ever set eyes upon. Smooth chopsticks with dull tips were pressed into his hands and he set into the food like a man possessed. He was torn between the knowledge that eating too fast would make him throw up, and the fear that Kaoru would take the meal away if he didn’t eat it all fast enough.
He was so distracted that he almost didn’t notice his “host” leave for several minutes, then return, or even the back of his shirt being hitched up, ever so gently.
“ANNH!” It was a valiant effort to bite back a scream as fingers prodded firmly into his bruises and wounds. He hunched over the table, gripping the edge desperately, pain shooting from surface wounds deep into his bones.
“Shhh, it’s okay. It’ll feel better in a second,” a low voice murmured overhead as the fingers continued to massage small areas of his back at a time.
The pain was so intense that for a long while, Kyo didn’t realize the older man was rubbing a salve into his skin. When the pain faded, it was replaced by a deeply soothing, warm numbness. He pressed his forehead against the table edge, panting, as the older man slowly worked his way down his back, then to his arms. The deep, jolting pain twined around the soft, sweet pleasure and the combination left his mind spinning out of control. Thin hands pulled him up to sit back, pulling the hem of his shirt up to his neck. Kaoru watched, fascinated, as the soft face twisted, crooked teeth gritted and bared while he applied the ointment to the younger man’s chest.
When he was finished, he stood back, screwing the cap back on the little jar, and watched shaking hands yank the thin white cotton shirt back into place. “Better?”
A thin sheen of sweat made Kyo’s forehead glisten, and he wiped it away weakly. “…Why?”
The older man smiled and ran one hand over soft, blonde hair. “Like I said. When you’re here, you will be rewarded for good behavior.”
A faint shuffle, and the familiar flick of a lighter brought Kyo’s eyes up. He watched, throat suddenly dry, as a slender flame was brought to bear on the end of the cigarette perched between Kaoru’s thin lips. The man took a long drag, collecting the smoke in his mouth without inhaling.
Kyo frowned. “What are y-”
Suddenly his captor’s mouth was on his, pushing smoke out that he greedily gasped in. One hand came up to grip the front of Kaoru’s shirt, whether to pull him closer or push him away, Kyo wasn’t sure. He held the smoke in his lungs as long as he could stand before slowly exhaling it from his nose with a soft, sighing whimper. Kaoru’s mouth lingered over his, slick tongue sliding over his lower lip appreciatively, before he was released with a faint wet sound. The cigarette was placed between his parted lips and he stared at the older man with wide, burnt gold eyes.
Kaoru smirked. “Are you going to let me go?”
It took Kyo a minute to figure out what he was talking about before he released his grip on the man’s shirt, sitting back in the chair. He took a deep drag off the cigarette before one trembling hand came up to hold it while he exhaled.
“I’m not going to tell you anything,” he growled, hunching slightly. This whole situation had him off balance, and he struggled to regain his grip on what was going on.
“I don’t recall asking you to,” was Kaoru’s cool response.
“Then what do you want from me?!”
Another fond hand ran over the back of his head, threading through his hair. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, hmm?”
February 6^th - 9:00 am
“I know you had just a grand old time with the boss yesterday,” a seething voice hissed overhead, “But I get you all to myself for twenty-four hours, so try to make yourself comfortable.”
Kyo was shirtless, hanging from the ceiling by wide clamps around his forearms. Hideki was on a stepladder behind him, finishing some adjustments on the chains. They were just short enough that Kyo had to stand on the balls of his feet if he didn’t want to hang all of his weight on his shoulders. He had been returned to his cell early in the evening the day before, and had harbored a little glimmer of hope that Hideki would be out of commission for a little bit while his ear healed. His dreams of a day to himself were dashed against the cement floor of his little room when Akio and Masanori showed up early the next morning.
His interrogator, a thick white bandage taped over the side of his head, dropped off the ladder and came around to face him. The man had a somewhat wild look in his eyes, and a sadistic grin kept pulling at his mouth.
“How’s that?” he asked mockingly.
Kyo grunted, shifting his weight from foot to foot to reduce the strain. “’S a bit short.”
A broad hand slapped his exposed stomach, knocking the wind out of him, as deep laughter echoed around the room. “Don’t have any chains long enough for your little legs, I guess!”
The man went over to a wheeled metal table to fidget with the dials on a heavy black box, attached with long cables to a two-foot metal rod with a protective handle. Kyo watched from the corner of his eye. The thick leather glove that the large man used to pick up the protected end of the metal was deeply concerning.
“Boss asked me not to scar you too much, so we’re going to try to keep these right between first and second degree,” Hideki said conversationally, moving again to stand behind his captive. “‘Try’ being the operative word, of course.”
The rod hissed as it burned the flesh across Kyo’s shoulder blades, and the blonde let out an ear-splitting scream that shook the air in the room. It was held there for only a few seconds, but when it was removed the agonizing pain stayed behind. As his wailing came to a choking, gasping stop, Kyo panted wildly, “Aren’t you going to ask me anything?!”
“Nah. If you want to talk, go right ahead and I’ll stop. Maybe. Honestly, all I want is to hear you scream.”
Hideki’s wish was granted as another stripe was branded across his back a scant inch under the first one, wrenching another horrible wail from the smaller man’s throat. Tears stung the blonde’s dark golden eyes and he fought to hold them back. Holding in his screams proved a futile effort. At his back, Hideki laughed and laughed, a horrible sound that echoed back and forth across the room until Kyo was surrounded.
February 6^th - 11:00 pm
Gritting his teeth, Kyo fought to gather up the strength in his arms. He had been attempting this for over half an hour, ever since Hideki him alone left for the night, and it was absolutely exhausting. Gripping the chain suspending him with both hands, he pulled himself up slowly, then jerked his arms up rapidly, trying to get the loop the chain was attached to off of the hook on the ceiling. The loop hit the point of the hook, and balanced there for a horrible moment. Eyes wide, Kyo held his breath and tried to steady himself before jerking his arms again, up and forward.
The loop came free of the hook, and Kyo went crashing to the floor, legs too weak to catch his weight. He tried to catch himself on his hands but got tangled in the bindings and ended up taking most of the force on his left hand, which bent horribly on impact, before his head crashed into the cement with a sickening sound. Electric pain spiked up his wrist and he fell to his side the floor, mouth open in a silent scream. Panting, trying not to hyperventilate, he dragged himself under the metal table and curled up around his bound hands. His escorts would find him there, half-delirious with pain, when they came to fetch him in the morning.
February 7^th - 8:00 am
Akio and Masanori carried the limp figure between them, depositing it face-down on the bed at their boss’s gestured command and leaving the room silently. The body stirred weakly, moaning, but lacked the will to move otherwise. Kaoru looked over Kyo’s back and arms, taking in countless crisscrossed stripes of blistered, red burn marks. New bruises had surfaced, dark ones around the man’s forearms where shackles had held him, and his left wrist was an ugly blotchy mess, swollen horribly and likely sprained. Blond hair was nearly black with blood from a deep gash stretched over a knot on the side of his head.
“Hideki is in high spirits this morning.”
The bloody-blond head rolled to expose a battered face, eyes rimmed with black and full lips split and swollen. “Here I was hoping he’d finally lost his shit and killed me.” His voice was all but gone from a day of screaming.
“Afraid not, little one. You’ve made it through to another day.” Kaoru’s voice was amused.
“I think I’m already half naked. Does that get me anything?”
The older man chuckled and stepped forward, sitting on the bed next to his captive. "Your willingness to negotiate is encouraging. You may have some burn cream and a nap. I have meetings to go to this morning, but you get to sleep in here until I’m done.”
Kyo eyed the jar in the man’s hands warily. “Yay. Do all your prisoners get so much personal attention, or am I just lucky?”
“Only the cute ones.”
“I am not- SON OF A BITCH!” the blonde fisted his hands in the blankets under him, writhing painfully as Kaoru began to apply the burn ointment, “Gaahhhh, fuck me.”
“It is very tempting, but like I said, I have meetings. Maybe later?”
Kyo gritted his teeth against even the faint friction of the man’s fingertips against his burns and snarled in warning. “You’re not exactly shy, are you?”
“Should I be? I’m Kaoru Niikura, I can have and do just about whatever I want. The only thing anyone else needs to concern themselves with is getting it for me in a timely manner.”
“You can go right on ahead and fuck yourself. I’m not particularly inclined to just bend over and offer up like some damn call girl.”
“I somehow expected as much. Perhaps we can negotiate further later?”
“Lucky me.”
“There now. Are there any burns on your stomach?”
“Hnn-nn,” the blonde mumbled, eyes drifting shut as the salve started to kick in, sending a lovely coolness through his body. The silk covers under his battered frame seemed to be swallowing him, and he sunk into their embrace wearily. He felt gentle fingers graze over the back of his neck before the bed shifted, the soft click of the door signaling Kaoru’s exit from the room.
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