"Take that, pretty boy!" Yet another fist shot into Akira's cheek. The man in front of him was smirking, getting ready for another harsh punch. His blood veins were bulging and his eyes had a crazed look about them, indicating use of Line. Akira's wrists were lifted up and bound together by another man's rough hands, forbidding him to get away.

Akira's vision was becoming hazier by the minute, despite his efforts in trying to keep his focus on the wall to the left. Another crack of pain reverberated through his other cheek, then his stomach, then his shin. Akira made his best efforts to not make a pained sound. The man grabbing his wrists sniggered as his friend blew yet another punch across Akira's head. Dark red liquid trickled from below his bangs.

Akira's previous struggling came to an end, too exhausted. Suddenly, a scream rang through the streets. Then many frightened shouts:

"Shiki!"

"It's Shiki!"

"Run!"

The punching man and his friend's eyes flicked toward the shouts. This is my chance Akira thought to himself as his leg shot up, hitting the man's stomach hard. He choked and coughed on the floor of Toshima. His friend's fist flew for Akira, which he blocked, returning it with a swift punch. As the two struggled on the ground, Akira sprinted with all the power he had remaining in him.

His vision was becoming even hazier, his head was spinning, his jaw ached, and his legs were weak to the bone.

Just then, a dark figure swooped out of nowhere, blocking Akira's way. He looked up with his blurred vision, trying not to sway in front of enemy. He squinted, just as his eyes focused. The taller man wore leather, his jacket fluttering out behind him. His eyes were a piercing crimson, staring straight through Akira. It was the man he had met a few days ago. His name's Shiki, huh?

"You…" remembering the man's choking fingers, Akira whipped out his dagger and attempted a wobbly swing on his arm.

The crimson eyes stabbed Akira's pale blue ones. Akira swayed. Shiki slowly pulled his sword out. Akira tightened his grip on his weapon, preparing another swipe at Shiki. As he did so, Shiki gave him a harsh kick, causing Akira to crash into the wall behind him. "Ngh-!" Before he even got a chance to stand properly, Akira sensed the sharp point of Shiki's sword at his neck.

Akira panted, Shiki's face no longer very clear. "Come on, kill me."

Shiki lowered his weapon, even dropped it. Amazed, Akira stumbled to get up. But instantly, Shiki grabbed Akira's right wrist, the one with the dagger in it, and drove him back into the wall. His grip tightened increasingly, his leather glove rubbing against his skin. Akira's dagger tumbled to the floor.

"Interesting…" Shiki's crimson eyes sliced into Akira's own, his stare cold and dangerous. He leaned in closer, easily grabbing Akira's left fist attempting a punch. He was so close, Akira could feel his warm breath on his cheek. He tensed, struggling to escape Shiki's strong grip.

Shiki's tongue slowly slipped into Akira's slightly opened lips, causing the nearly green haired boy's eyes to widen in shock. He grunted, trying to push Shiki's tongue away, push his lips away. He writhed under him, trying to push him away, which was hard to do since his hands were bound and his legs were about to collapse any moment. This sick man!

Shiki's fist got Akira hard in the stomach. His eyes were clouding up, and soon, everything went black.

Akira's blue eyes fluttered open. His back ached incredibly, along with his legs, cheeks, and head. He was stripped of his shirt and jacket, along with his pants and even his boxers. Akira attempted to shift his uncomfortable position, only to find out his wrists were lifted up and cuffed, draped over and tied to the handle of a wardrobe. His ankles were tied to the bed leg beside him, the other to a table leg. He was inside a room…

"Awake, are we?" a familiar voice smirked. Shiki.

Akira almost growled. "What is this?!" his jaw gave a pang of agony, although he gave his best not to show it. Instead, he pulled on the cuffs, trying to break free from it. The chains did not budge, but painfully rubbed against his skin.

Shiki smirked, sitting on a chair a few feet away, finding this extremely amusing. Akira planned to stand, but his legs refused. He glared back at Shiki, whose crimson eyes stared right back.

Akira suddenly tensed as Shiki stood, his boots clicking as he walked closer. "Let. Me. Go." Akira said through clenched teeth. He did not want Shiki getting too close… He remembered what had happened earlier.

"And why should I do that?"

"Damn you…"

Shiki smirked, kneeled in front of Akira, and leaned in close. Akira sealed his lips shut and turned his head to the right. Shiki reached for something behind his back. "You think you can handle stripping by yourself if I unlock our cuffs?"

"What…?"

"Or…"

He whipped out a familiar dagger… Akira's own. He raged, seeing his dagger in his enemy's hand. "Should I cut your clothes…?"

"No!" he did not like either option.

Shiki's amused eyes flicked towards Akira's angry ones. "What is it, hm? Oh, you don't want me ruining your clothes, huh? You don't want to strip yourself either?"

Akira huffed, furious.

Shiki gave a smirk, and slowly licked the youth's sore cheek, sending shudders down his spine. "Wait, what do you think you're doing? Stop!" Akira struggled, twisting his body this way and that, turning his head, his wrists thrashing in the uncomfortable grip of the cuffs. "St—" Shiki's gloved hand was slipping up Akira's body. "Wait, stop!" His fingers were caressing his slim waist. They traveled higher, Akira's body tensing, until they reached the pink bud on his chest. Shiki pressed and pinched it, causing Akira's face to flush in a deep red. His eyes widened and he could not utter a word. Shiki leaned in and… licked it. Akira shivered. His mouth was open wide, refusing to shut.

Shiki bit it. His teeth slightly sank into Akira's nipple. "Agh!" Akira shot forward, the cuffs scratching him, his back aching, his eyes enlarged in shock and fear. Shiki, however, continued what he was doing. His tongue trailed up to his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Shiki sat up, and Akira relaxed for a moment. But almost immediately, Shiki's gloved hand began stroking Akira's member… fingering the slit…

Akira gasped in horror. "No…" This is a dream. A nightmare. This can't be happening. He told himself, twitching. "Stop it…" But Shiki did not stop. He leaned down and began sucking.

It was hot.

Akira's toes curled in, his fingers met in shaking fists. He was a man! Why was Shiki doing this to him?

Shiki's hand was on another mission though. He pulled off his leather gloves, then grabbed Akira's butt cheek, stroking it. "What! St—" Shiki's index finger gently stroked his entrance. "Wait what are you-!" The finger struck inside.

It burned. Akira tensed, unable to make a sound. The cuffs scraped his wrists, but he arched forward anyway. He could not move. Shiki's finger began twisting inside, exploring. Akira gasped. But the torment did not stop there. No, it had hardly begun.

Well? Sorry if you don't like it… My very first and I'm not used to this. But I sorta enjoyed writing that. It might be crappy… but… again, I sorta enjoyed it so if you did too, im waiting for any messaging, reviews, etc. XD I'm not a good writer and need a few tips, advice, yeah yeah.. As you predicted, this fic isn't finished. There will be more chapters.

For those of you who saw this before and only saw two words, I think there was a problem in uploading or something, but here it is now, so enjoy *_* XD