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The Prophet	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 1201 -:- 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, and do not profit from this work.

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February 7^th - 4:00 pm
“Come on now, get in the tub. The water is cold; your back will be fine.” Kaoru was in a good mood when he returned. He had patiently coaxed Kyo awake, nude, and into the bathroom, but the younger man was reluctant to sit in the tub and be bathed by his captor.
“I can wash myself just fine,” Kyo hissed, hovering by the bathroom door, one hand shielding his privates from view. The left was curled protectively against his side, the lingering pain in his wrist flaring viciously whenever he tried to move it.
“That may very well be true. But I have told you to get in the tub, and that’s what you will do unless you want to be sent back downstairs. I know Hideki would be more than happy to spend some after-hours time with you.”
The blonde scowled and thought on his options, eyeing the bathroom door. He knew that he should go back downstairs; that his duty to his family demanded he do whatever was necessary to protect their secrets which, in this case, meant pushing Hideki’s buttons until the man finally finished him. But another, less rational and more urgent part of him was making it all but impossible to deliberately get himself killed, and beyond that, a very small part of him – an utterly terrifying corner of his mind – craved the comfort and peace that came from the visits to this room. It was degrading, and Kyo feared what more Kaoru would begin to ask from him, but he was taken care of here. He was fed good food, cleaned, dressed in fresh clothes, and his wounds were tended. Compared to what happened downstairs with Hideki, this was heaven. Assuming, of course, he swallowed his pride and played the game.
He growled under his breath and moved grudgingly into the tub, sitting carefully on the plastic stool placed inside it. Kaoru – stripped of his suit jacket with his shirtsleeves rolled up neatly to just over his elbows – balanced on the edge of the tub and took up the detachable shower head. Just as he had promised, the water was quite cold and felt absolutely exquisite on Kyo’s scalded back, though the rest of him was hit with a shock of shivering and pale goosebumps.
Kyo huddled miserably on the stool as he was carefully washed down from head to toe. Staring at the blood streaking off of him across the white tile flooring of the tub, he wondered distantly what Shinya would think to see him like this. That pride he was supposed to be swallowing was screaming that he should be fighting the older man, that he should kill him and try to escape, or kill him and let himself be killed in retribution. The second one was more likely. He was, by his best estimate, at least twenty floors up, and countless Niikura guards lay between him and the outside world. And that was assuming that he could overpower Kaoru in his weakened state.
“There we go.”
The water was shut off, and he was given a plush white towel. Kaoru helped him to his feet and out of the tub onto a soft white bath rug, watching as he delicately dried himself. Kyo was wary; the man’s eyes had darkened to nearly-black and were slightly hooded, and he was standing very close. He froze, towel clutched to his chest, when a hand came up to rest against his cheek. A thumb brushed over his lower lip slowly, and another hand settled dangerously low on his hip. They stood that way, velvet black eyes staring down into burnt gold for what felt like ages before Kaoru stepped back. He led the blonde back into the bedroom, where he applied another layer of burn ointment and helped the younger man into a fresh set of clothes.
“…How long is this going to go on? How long do we have to play these games before you just kill me or try to ransom me back?” Kyo demanded as Kaoru wrapped his left wrist carefully with a stretchy bandage. He deliberately skipped over the third option, even though it was the one his captor clearly, shamelessly seemed to favor.
“That depends on you, I suppose. Whenever you give up what you know about the Terachi family, you will of course be released from interrogation. Whether or not you have a home to return to, should I choose to release you, is up to Terachi – depending on his willingness to negotiate.” The older man guided him into the desk chair and proceeded to uncover yet another large meal of simple foods. “You should know that I’m not Kunio Terachi. I don’t waste lives that may prove to be valuable to my interests. You will not die here, so long as I have a say in the matter, but you’re unlikely to leave either.”
Kyo nodded, setting into the food at a deliberate pace. He had expected Kaoru’s answer, but it didn’t make the weight on his shoulders any lighter for hearing it aloud.
February 8^th - 2:00 am
Kyo tossed and turned uneasily on his cot, sleeping fitfully. After napping in Kaoru’s plush bed, the horrible little plastic thing was almost unbearable. The occasional dream about his captor haunted him as well, waking him once to find himself soaked with sweat and shaking, badly confused. As such, he was half awake already when the sound of his cell door unlocking echoed softly through his tiny room and brought dark gold eyes open, cautious. The lights in the hallway were visible through his little window; still dimmed for night time. When the door opened, he was on his feet, tucked in the corner where his cot met the wall, and his breath caught in his throat when Hideki crossed the threshold. The man’s massive frame filled the tiny room, and Kyo felt his heart speed into a frenzied pace when the door was shut and locked again behind the man.
“What are you doing here?”
“I don’t get paid enough to have my ear bitten off by queer little shits like you.” The man’s voice was dangerously low, and confident. “Fortunately for the boss, I do accept non-monetary compensation. Fringe benefits, if you will.”
Kyo’s eyes widened, then narrowed. There were very few things that could mean, and none of them bode well for him. He couldn’t run from this, couldn’t talk his way out of it, leaving him with nothing but a desperate gambit; he shot forward and sent his right fist crashing into the bandage covering the man’s torn ear. The larger man reeled back in pain briefly before large hands shot out to grab the blonde by his hair and right arm, slamming him into the wall of the cell and pinning him there with overwhelming force. He bucked wildly as hot breath panted against one of his ears.
“It’s too bad you’re a biter. I’d love to fuck that pretty mouth, watch you choke and cry with my dick down your throat. Suppose you look enough like a bitch from behind.” The hand on his hair left to pull at his pants, pushing them off of narrow hips while the grip on his right arm wrenched the limb further and further up his back. Teeth grazed over his ear and he shuddered, “Maybe I should return your favor, hmm?”
“Get-… off of me!” Kyo wheezed, trying to breathe as he was crushed into the wall.
He was yanked around abruptly and pushed facedown onto his cot, one thick thigh pressing cruelly into his unprotected groin to keep his ass in the air while Hideki undid his fly one-handed. Panic rippled through the small blonde as something slick and horrible pressed against his entrance, and he clawed at the cot desperately with his crippled left hand.
“NO! GET O-AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH!” Kyo’s shriek tore at his throat as his arm was released and large hands gripped his hips, holding them in place as he was brutally penetrated. The man had lubricated himself, likely for his own comfort, but it did almost nothing to spare the small blonde as he was ripped open.
“Yessss, scream for me like a good little bitch,” Hideki panted, eyes rolling back momentarily, “Nnnnnngggg, god you’re tight…”
The smaller blonde gasped for breath and bit into his arm to muffle his cries – to deny his interrogator the pleasure – as the man behind him shoved deeper and deeper into him, tearing him in two. The man behind him was ruthless, thrusting in and out of him at a vicious pace with a horrible wet, slapping sounds punctuated by his grunts and Kyo’s muffled whimpers. He felt a thin trail of blood trickle down one thigh and failed to hold back the fat tears that pooled in his eyes.
One hand left his hip to grab a fistful of his hair and wrench his head back, forcing him to release his arm as Hideki snarled overhead, “Don’t! Don’t you dare hold back! I want to hear everything!”
“S-STOP, PLEASE STOP!” Kyo sobbed, voice breaking and giving out under the pressure of the keening wail that was building up in his chest.
The sounds of the smaller man’s anguish, ranging from stuttering whimpers to full on screams after particularly deep thrusts, drove Hideki absolutely mad. Both hands returned to slender hips to give him leverage as he slammed in and out of the blonde with wild abandon. With one final, brutal push he groaned his completion, fingers digging deep into soft flesh. He remained that way for what seemed like an eternity, savoring the tight heat around his spent member and the soft, hysterical weeping from the smaller man underneath him. Eventually he released his grip and jerked out, standing back to tuck himself back into his pants. He watched, deeply pleased, as Kyo scrambled to huddle in the corner, skinny legs clutched to his chest, tear-stained face hidden against his knees, shaking with sobs. One shaking hand came up to grip the silver skull pendant dangling at his throat.
Grinning, the larger man light up a cigarette and knocked twice at the door for Masanori to let him out, calling carelessly over his shoulder, “See you in the morning, sunshine."
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