Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS!, M/M, DUB-CON (could easily be seen as rape)

I have no idea why, but I really took a liking to Ryuuhou's character. I know, I know! Insanity is knocking at my door but I'm still a few steps from opening it... Either way, I hope you like this story and please let me know what you think through a much appreciated review! ENJOY!

Also, I do NOT own DRAMAtical Murder or any of the characters!

Body, Mind and Soul

The dirt and decrepit appearance of the narrow street was what attracted his attention. He was heading to Platinum Jail but then his narrowed eyes caught sight of a mark painted across the wall of the dark street. He paused in his steps and inspected the art. A sly grin began growing on his vulpine features, narrowing his eyes even further and making him look untrustworthy. He reached out and brushed his fingers across the Benishigure logo, his grin growing wider all the while. One quick glance down the unlit path and he noticed a string of identical marks, placed as if to lead him somewhere. He didn't hesitate before giving into his impulse and walking down the eerie street, dismissing the safer road leading to the perpetually glowing Platinum Jail.

Ryuuhou was in no hurry, his steps easily avoiding piles of forgotten debris or other garbage. He stepped lightly over a slumped body that looked to be dead but was only drunk. The tattoo artist didn't bother glancing in the stranger's direction, not even favouring him with a look of disgust. In all honesty, he didn't mind the poor appearance of the Midorijima slums. It was refreshing seeing the darker side of the island after staying for so long in the rich jail. He was one of the few privileged enough to be included in Toue's schemes and he knew the occupants of Platinum Jail were being brainwashed, used as living experiments to test Sei's powers or the various devices Toue's technicians managed to create. He wasn't bothered by the knowledge. In fact, he admired Toue's plan. By creating Platinum Jail and attracting visitors with indulgences of tranquillity and amusement he had a living supply of lab rats and if one of them went missing none would be the wiser. Accidents happened and sometimes rich brats ODed. C'est la vie.

He himself had tested one of Toue's manipulating techniques and he couldn't be happier. He'd always believed his ink was beautiful enough to forever change a person but now, with a needle prick, he could see the human soul unravel before his very eyes. There was something incredibly intoxicating about seeing someone's will be stripped away and watch them obey his every command without pause. With his art he'd always left a mark on his customer's soul but with this new power he could have so much more fun. Ryuuhou looked at the Benishigure crest with nostalgia in his cold blue eyes. He knew who the leader of that team was and he remembered fondly that the same man had been his first experiment subject. He was his masterpiece. Though he'd gotten better at controlling others' minds with his ink, nobody exceeded his first. The artist sighed pleasantly, feeling a sudden desire to see the man again. He yearned to see the tattoos across his skin, slowly blooming and consuming his existence. He wanted to run his fingers and feel the living pulse under the scared skin. A shiver rippled down his spine and his grin was wide enough to put the Cheshire Cat to shame.

He could see a light ahead of him and he knew he was nearly at the end of the alley. When he reached it he slowed his steps, glancing down the lit street bubbling with the noises of nightlife. He felt like he was meant to find something in the crowd and he moved his deceptively kind eyes from one person to another until he found what he was looking for. He took a small step back, letting shadows shroud him from the three men's sight. He moved his eyes between them, inspecting each one in turn, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest. On the left side of the group walked a man Ryuuhou recognised as a fellow tattoo artist. He'd visited the man's shop a few days ago and admitted the youth had great potential. He'd even given him one of his own, original, prints as a gift which was something few saw. The adoration he saw in the man's incredulous eyes was highly entertaining. He wondered if he should pay Mizuki another visit sometimes soon…

To the right was someone Ryuuhou didn't recognise but took an instant liking to. He seemed to be the youngest of the three and the artist studied the striking figure. He'd never seen someone with such a beautiful shade of blue hair and he let his eyes trail down the man's shoulder along his ponytail. He was also taken in by the bright gold eyes though somehow he knew they could become even brighter. He briefly wondered what that would look like and he sighed softly. This was certainly another character he would have to encounter again. Golden eyes was grinning at something Mizuki said before they both turned to the man between them and looked at him expectantly. Ryuuhou turned his attention to him as well, his eyes darkening instantly.

Koujaku certainly grew up since he'd last seen him. Ryuuhou had been keeping an eye on the man but he'd never seen him in person from such a short distance, not since he had him on his stomach or on his back below his needle. He remembered the exquisite pain contorting the boy's features, brought on by his fine touch, and he bit his lower lip. He'd been a beautiful vessel for his masterpiece then and now, his body tall and lean from years of training, he was breath-taking. Ryuuhou watched Koujaku until the three disappeared from his line of sight, swallowed up by the living crowd around them. When the last of the swordsman's red kimono was gone he felt like he'd been released from an invisible grip and he inhaled a steadying breath. His hand was pressed to the wall and he turned to look at Koujaku's team art. He moved it along the black lines almost lovingly while his eyes began to twinkle like they did when a plan began to take shape. The corners of his lips twitched and this smile was stripped of its fake kindness. A shark's grin twisted his features and Ryuuhou slowly began walking back up the alleyway, leaving the light behind him and immersing himself in the enticing darkness.

Koujaku could feel his friends' worried glances on him but his attention was wholly focused on the image brought up by his coil. One minute they were walking and joking about something stupid Mizuki said, all three lightly buzzed by their previous visit to the artist's bar, and the next second Koujaku received a very troubling call which completely destroyed the good mood. Beni flapped his wings nervously while perched on his shoulder and Koujaku knew he was just as antsy as his Allmate. Reluctantly, he replayed the message, taking in a sharp breath when the face of one of his team members appeared on the flickering screen.

'-Elp us! We ran into trouble down the-Street! There's too many of th- After you Koujaku! - Hold them off but running out of men-!' With a groan of pain the message ended and the screen went blank. Koujaku could still see the way the man's face suddenly twisted in agony just before he groaned and the transmission ended as effectively as if someone physically severed it with a sharp blade.

'Beni, can you track the source of the message?' The small bird on his shoulder flapped its wings and took off to circle around his head.

'Of course! What do you take me for?' Despite himself Koujaku let a small grim smile through at his rowdy Allmate's ways.

'We'll come with you.' He turned to look at Aoba, having momentarily forgotten he wasn't alone.

'Yeah.' Mizuki took a step closer to him and he grinned warmly at his friends, genuinely grateful for their support but he could not drag them into one of his fights. It was clear this was a personal matter, regarding Rib. Mizuki couldn't help him because technically speaking they should have been enemies, being leaders of powerful opposing teams and all. Aoba couldn't come near the fight because Koujaku knew his childhood friend wanted nothing to do with Rib or Rhyme and he was going to respect the younger man's wishes. No, he had to deal with this on his own.

'No. You guys go on and have fun without me. I got this.' He gave them a reassuring smirk and he could see they were both ready to argue this further. 'Besides, this is personal. I guess some sore losers are in the mood to get their assess kicked by Benishigure again. There's nothing to worry about so just leave this to me.' Aoba didn't look convinced but Mizuki understood. He was a leader himself after all and knew how those things worked. Before Aoba could say something the leader of Dry Juice nodded curtly and mirrored Koujaku's grin.

'You better not let your team down. Some of my guys actually look up to you lot and I'm not going to go and tell them you got beaten by some pathetic punks.' Aoba looked from one to the other, his mouth slightly open. Was he the only one who thought this was insanity? One of Koujaku's friends was begging for help and they were talking about it like it was the most natural thing. Well, maybe in the life of a Rib player it was….

'I'll do my best.' Beni flapped his wings angrily and Mizuki, along with his ermine Allmate sitting on his right shoulder, turned to look in the bird's direction.

'We won't have to try! Those guys are going down for messing with the Benishigure!' Mizuki arched an eyebrow at Koujaku who just shrugged helplessly, amusement making his eyes sparkle.

'Just be careful alright?' Aoba's sober voice drew the other two back to the reality and the hairdresser nodded seriously at his friend. Aoba decided it was best to trust Koujaku knew what he was doing and follow Mizuki's example, though he was still not happy with it. He stroked Ren's fur to calm himself.

'I will be. I'll see all of you later.' Before he turned to leave, Koujaku turned to Mizuki. 'You still owe me a drink.' They'd been playing card earlier and Mizuki lost a tragic amount of games. Aoba knew about Koujaku's uncanny ability to win and chose the smart option of watching while Mizuki lost more and more to the point he expected for his friend to burst into tears.

'Swing by my bar tomorrow night, in one piece, and I'll buy you a whole bottle.'

'Maybe then you can actually win a game.' Before Mizuki could say something indignant, Koujaku began running. He followed Beni's small form as it led him down twisting, deserted alleyways.

'The message was sent from this location….' Beni's confusion was clear and Koujaku was feeling the same way. He looked around but there was no evidence of a fight. There was no sign of his teammates or any other living soul. Slowly, feeling something was not right here, Koujaku sheathed his sword across his back.

'Are you sure you-' Beni snapped its reply before Koujaku had time to finish the question.

'Yes! This is the place!'

'But-' This time Koujaku wasn't interrupted by his Allmate's short temper. He heard a soft step behind him but before he could turn in the direction, he felt a sharp pain bloom at the back of his skull. He groaned and tried to keep on his feet but his vision blurred and he went down on his knees. He blinked once before he fell all the way down, his body landing face first in the dirt with a heavy thud.

'Koujaku! Why you-' Beni glared at the attacker and flew straight for his eye, ready to claw or peck it out. The man smirked before catching the feisty bird in his hand with insulting ease. 'Let me go! You-' Beni fell silent suddenly, the switch for his sleep mode having been activated. Ryuuhou glanced at the little Allmate in the palm of his hand and arched an amused eyebrow. It certainly had a lively character…. He'd never bothered purchasing an Allmate himself but he enjoyed studying the pets of others. A person's Allmate told volumes about said person's character and Beni certainly suited Koujaku. Ryuuhou fiddled with Beni's body for a little while before he smiled in satisfaction and slipped the small creature inside the carrier attached to his blue sash. He couldn't let Koujaku know of his presence yet so he erased Beni's memory of him.

'You did well my dear puppets.' The artist turned his vulpine eyes to the two members of Benishigure standing by Koujaku's unconscious body. One of them was responsible for hitting his boss but Ryuuhou hadn't been paying attention so he couldn't tell which. Either way, they did what he'd asked of them and he was very happy.

'Thank you sir.' The two answered smartly and Ryuuhou neared Koujaku. The closer he got to the man the more his blood seemed to boil and he feared he would spontaneously combust if he didn't do something about that soon.

'I have one more job for you two.' The two stood a little straighter, ready to do his bidding. They were the reason why he'd left Platinum Jail that day. He'd been slowly brainwashing the Benishigure members Koujaku trusted most and now they were far enough gone to follow his command blindly. 'I need you to carry your leader to his home. It would look rather suspicious if I try to do that myself, especially considering I'm not certain how to reach my destination. If anyone asks questions, just tell them Koujaku had a little too much to drink and you're talking him home to sleep it off.' Ryuuhou was aware of Koujaku's popularity. It was only natural for a beautiful piece of art to attract attention after all…

'Yes sir.'

Ryuuhou looked down at Koujaku, sprawled on his own bed, an undecipherable look on his face. The two Benishigure members already left, having fulfilled his will. He'd given them strict instructions to forget this night so as soon as they left their boss' house they would have resumed their normal lives, no recollection of defying Koujaku at all. Ryuuhou took in his surrounding and smiled softly. The room had a distinct feel about it and he could easily see Koujaku's touch. He could even smell the man all around him and his skin tingled faintly with gooseflesh. He crawled on top of the unconscious man and pulled out a small device from his small carrier. It resembled a flashlight but the light emanating from it had the ability to hypnotise people. It was a weak form of hypnosis and would only last a few hours but that was all Ryuuhou was interested in. He opened Koujaku's left eye and flashed the neon light straight in his pupil, watching it shrink and widen. He only had to flash the light for a handful of seconds before he saw a thin, almost unperceivable, blue circle form around the black pupils. Satisfied, the artist moved to the right eye. He pushed Koujaku's fringe to the side, taking a second to admire the tattoo hidden behind the curtain of hair, before repeating the process. Now Koujaku was fully under his control for a short period of time and his head swam with the possibilities.

As if sensing it was okay for him to wake up, Koujaku groaned and furrowed his brows. His eyes began opening slowly, groggily, while he tried to blink them back into focus. He recognised the ceiling above him and wondered why he was feeling such foreboding at waking up in his own bed. He felt like he had to remember something….something important…

'Ah, you're finally awake. Perfect timing Koujaku.' He recognised that voice. His eyes widened as memories flooded back unbidden and he sat up violently, ignoring the sudden pain igniting at the back of his head. The man who caused him such pain when he was younger, who was responsible for turning him into a blood thirsty monster, sat calmly on his lap. Their faces were so close Koujaku could see the different shades of blue flaking around Ryuuhou's pupils. Anger ignited inside him as suddenly as if a burning match was thrown into a lake of gasoline and he reached for the man's throat, perfectly ready to claw it open with his bare hands. His fingers almost touched Ryuuhou, who continued to look perfectly at ease, but suddenly they stopped. Koujaku tried to will his hand to move, grinding his teeth with the strain, but he felt invisible restraints holding him back and he couldn't break free.

'What the fuck-?!' Koujaku continued to struggle but no matter how hard he tried to hurt Ryuuhou he simply couldn't. His dangerous eyes focused on Ryuuhou's amused ones and he understood the man had done something to him. Using all his self-restraint, he managed to still his body though the desire to kill the blond still raged like an inferno inside his breast. 'What did you do to me?!'

'I simply made sure you wouldn't react violently. We both know what happens when you give into your anger, right Koujaku?' Memories of a room covered in blood and corpses flashed across his mind and Koujaku flinched. He tried to reach Ryuuhou's throat again, just for good measure, but he ended up with the same disappointing result.

'What. Did. You. Do?' Each word was barely pushed past the tight defence of his gritted teeth. Ryuuhou looked from the red eyes to the thin lips and back again, his hands reaching for Koujaku's face. The swordsman twisted away from the touch but the tattoo artist placed his hands on the back of his head, holding him still. Pain flickered inside the crimson depths and Ryuuhou knew he was pressing against the bruise at the base of Koujaku's skull. He applied more pressure until he heard the other man hiss, though he kept his expression from betraying any hint of discomfort.

'It's an experimental form of hypnosis which uses light. Don't worry, it will only last a few hours. Once you go to sleep you'll forget meeting me today at all. However, while under my control you can't hurt me and have to obey everything I tell you to do.' Koujaku growled at the blond's sadistic grin.

'Keep dreaming! I'm not listening to the likes of you!' Ryuuhou moved a hand along his cheek, softly caressing his skin. They were far too close for Koujaku's liking, close enough to feel their breaths mingling.

'Hold still.' Ryuuhou removed his hand from the back of his head and Koujaku immediately tried to twist away from his touch but he couldn't. He remained perfectly still, his eyes betraying his alarm, while the gloved hands gently ran down the lines of his face. He felt a thumb run along his bottom lip and he balled his fingers into fists. The thought of being powerless before a man like Ryuuhou filled him with dread and, though he tried to deny it even to himself, fear. 'See? You have no choice but to listen.'

'Figures. You can't face me in a fair fight so you have to use dirty tricks.' Koujaku practically spit out the words, his disgust evident in his voice. Unperturbed, Ryuuhou brushed the swordsman's fringe away from his eyes with his fingers again, letting his eyes roam over the art on his face freely.

'I never understood why you feel the need to hide your tattoos. They look so beautiful on your skin… You should be proud of them. Many pay me a fortune for far lesser art but you got your gift for free and you choose to hide it instead. It sadness me.' While the toxic words entered his ears Koujaku continued struggling against the command to stay still. He wanted nothing more than to reach inside the man's chest and rip out his beating heart.

'It wasn't a gift! It was a curse.' Ryuuhou arched an eyebrow but his smile didn't waver. He leaned closer and ran his tongue along the black lines, feeling the body under him tense immediately. He kissed Koujaku's cheek before drawing back and smirking at the naked rage in the other's glare. He was pleased to note the scarlet irises were a shade darker, though weather that was due to passion or anger was still up for debate. Ryuuhou found that oftentimes they were one and the same thing anyway….

'Regardless, you are my finest masterpiece. Your whole body belongs to my art and therefore to me. You are my legacy.' The artist brought his hand to his lips and pulled the black glove off. He wanted to feel Koujaku's body without anything getting in the way. He threw the second glove alongside the first on the bed and reverently pressed his palms to Koujaku's collarbone. He ran them along the shoulders, slowly pushing the red cloth of the kimono down the stiff arms. His eyes darkened with each inch of flesh revealed and he barely supressed the numerous shivers rippling through him.

'What are you planning?' Koujaku's voice was low, barely a whisper, but the danger was still very much present. Ryuuhou didn't take his eyes from the art on his body as he continued to push the cloth down.

'It doesn't matter if I tell you. You can't fight me and you won't remember any of this anyhow.' Ryuuhou began unravelling the white bandages around Koujaku's waist, determined to remove everything which dared obstruct his art. 'You belong to me.'

'I don't belong to anyone.' Koujaku wished he could move away from the fingers touching him. He hated feeling the other man's cold touch and he hated the way he looked at him, with a twisted love as poisonous as venom.

'Really? Thanks to my tattoo your body belongs to me. Your skin is forever marked by my hand and that is something you will live with for the rest of your life. You mind belongs to me because it's filled with thoughts of revenge. How many nights have I invaded your thoughts, hm?' Ryuuhou paused waiting for an answer but Koujaku didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Pulling the last of the bandages away and beginning to untie the decorative collar around the hairdresser's neck, the blond continued. 'As for your soul, that will also soon be mine. My tattoo has grown, drawing strength from your anger and soon it will consume you Koujaku. Soon you will be a mindless beast, driven only by the instinct to kill and you will belong completely to me. My masterpiece will be complete.'

'Shut up! I will never let that happen!' Koujaku grabbed the hem of Ryuuhou's kimono, pushing the man away. It wasn't enough to throw him off him but it was enough to surprise the artist. He tried holding onto his strength but Koujaku felt it ebb away like water between his fingers. His fingers stayed intertwined in the blue material but they were clinging to it more than anything else.

'My, my. Your will power is very impressive but that's to be expected from my masterpiece. Now, stand up so I can take a good look at my work.' Ryuuhou gently pried Koujaku's fingers from him and stood up. He waited patiently while the swordsman struggled to disobey him but in the end stood up as well. 'Beautiful.' His breath caught in his throat as his ravenous eyes descended down the length of Koujaku's body, following the twists and turns of the black lines snaking across the plains of hard muscles. Ryuuhou pressed his palm to the other's chest and moved it along while he moved around the petrified body so he could look at the red flowers on his back. 'Absolutely beautiful.' He admired the intricate patterns, remembering every touch of his needle across the once plain skin.

'Are you done yet?' The snap in Koujaku's voice brought a fleeting smile to Ryuuhou's lips. The feisty ones were always the most fun… He ran his hands along the shoulder blades, down the battle hardened sides, feeling every slight movement reverberate through his fingertips.

'Done? We're just getting started my dear Koujaku. Do you remember our time together when I placed this tattoo on your back as clearly as I do?' He pressed his lips to the tense shoulder, flicking his tongue out to taste the salty tang of the warrior's skin.

'Get your filthy hands off of me.' Koujaku didn't want to recall that part of his life. He didn't want to remember the intense agony burning through every nerve in his body. Ryuuhou pretended like he hadn't heard him talking and moved his lips closer to Koujaku's ear.

'I remember every drop of spilled blood. I loved seeing it run down your pale skin in thin rivers. I also remember your every scream and every cry. You voice sounded so lovely while it was begging me to stop.' Ryuuhou's hands wound around Koujaku's waist and were embracing him.

'You sick bastard!' Koujaku tried to turn around but all he managed to do was turn his head so his lips brushed lightly against Ryuuhou's awaiting ones. He pulled away as if burned, resisting the urge to spit.

'That's rude….' Ryuuhou unlocked his arms and pulled away from the frozen body. He began undoing the sash around his waist and removed his own kimono. He also discarded the skulls around his neck, placing them on top of the blue cloth. When he moved to stand before Koujaku's weary eyes he was breathing harder, burning with anticipation and yearning for the man who wore his markings. 'I could order you to do what I want you to do….' He said like he was actually considering the possibility but Ryuuhou was too much of a sadist to take such an easy way out. He wanted to see Koujaku struggle until the bitter end when he will finally realize there's no escaping this. The thought excited him.

'Tsk! Only a depraved mind like yours would think of doing something like that. This is all a game to you? You really are sick!' Ryuuhou shivered at the poison in Koujaku's voice.

'It is a game but I'm taking it very seriously, if that helps to put your mind at ease. Sit back on the bed.' Koujaku did as he was told, albeit not without a struggle. He watched the artist follow him, straddling his waist so when he looked up he was looking into the soulless depths of Ryuuhou's frozen eyes. Hands moved up and down his chest and he tried to recoil but couldn't. The powerlessness was driving him insane!

'Don't do this.' Koujaku knew pleading with a man like Ryuuhou was a waste of time but he had to try, at least once. He saw nothing merciful in the other's gaze and understood his words fell on deaf ears.

'It's too late to say that now. I'm afraid I've already crossed the line.' Koujaku felt lips on his throat and twisted his head away as a sharp tongue moved along his jugular all the way to his jawline. He felt Ryuuhou leave a trail to the corner of his mouth and stubbornly shut his mouth. When he felt an unfamiliar pair of lips cover his own his eyes flew open and he tried to struggle but hands were holding his head firmly in place. Fingers forced his jaw open and he felt something slippery slide inside his mouth, licking around his frozen tongue. He tried to snap his mouth closed and sever the tongue which dared enter his flesh cavern but he couldn't make his body obey. He remembered what Ryuuhou told him about not being able to hurt him and growled his frustration. Ryuuhou prolonged the kiss to the point where Koujaku began to feel light headed from oxygen deprivation.

Koujaku arched his neck, trying to put as much distance between their lips as possible under the circumstances. He bit back a curse when he felt teeth sink into his exposed throat, practically seeing the sadistic smile on Ryuuhou's lips. He screwed his eyes shut, making a silent promise not to let one noise escape him. He would die before he played Ryuuhou's game! He felt lips move down his body, favouring his right side where the tattoo was. When the tongue reached his hip he jerked at the touch involuntarily. He was sorry the movement wasn't powerful enough to throw the other man off… He heard Ryuuhou chuckle and the sound made him grasp at the bed sheets, picturing it was the artist's flesh he was clawing at. The mental image gave him momentary calm and he clung to it with desperation.

'It seems I'm not the only one excited here. That's a pleasant surprise.' Koujaku's head snapped upright when he felt Ryuuhou's hand press against his crotch. He looked incredulously at the smirking man, forgetting to deny the accusation of actually enjoying being toyed with for a brief second.

'You're so full of it! Get your hands away from me!' Koujaku watched helplessly as the hand moved to the waistband of his trousers and began unbuckling his belt. He swallowed audibly as he watched the long fingers snake inside the opening of his trousers and hissed when he felt their touch on his sensitive member. He concentrated all his strength into his hands but he couldn't will them to push Ryuuhou away. Unwilling to see anymore, he pressed his head back into the mattress.

'You've certainly grown up nicely, in all departments. I always regretted not marking you down here as well when I had the chance. Maybe I should change that one of these days…' Koujaku knew the sadist was trying to rile him up and he wasn't about to give into his taunts. He pointedly ignored the filth rolling so effortlessly off Ryuuhou's toxic tongue. He felt hands push his trousers lower down his thighs, discarding his underwear as well, and he twisted his head into the sheets. He wanted to hide his embarrassment at being exposed before his greatest enemy. This was a nightmare and he couldn't wake up!

'Just shut the fuck up and get your sick game over with!' Koujaku felt fingers return to his member, stroking along the length languidly, and it was becoming harder to keep his traitorous voice from making it seem like he actually found Ryuuhou's touch arousing. That was insanity! His breathing was more laboured and he gritted his teeth hard enough to make the muscles along his jaw jump painfully with the strain.

'Still acting like you're not enjoying yourself? You were always stubborn…' Koujaku hated when Ryuuhou talked like he'd known him his whole life. He was ready to tell him just how much he hated it when his voice caught in his throat. He managed to bite back a gasp at the last moment and he silently congratulated himself. Something wet engulfed the tip of his cock and began lowering down his length. His eyes opened impossibly wide when he realized it was Ryuuhou's mouth. He couldn't believe it so he craned his neck to see the truth for himself. He gawked at the blue eyes watching him as more and more of his member disappeared from his line of sight. He knew blood was rushing to his face and he wished he could force it back like he did with his voice but his neck was already reddening. Koujaku felt heat pool at the bottom of his gut and he had to bite on his tongue to stop from screaming his irritation. The thought of Ryuuhou touching him in such an intimate manner filled him with repulsion but his body reacted to the skilful ministrations. It was a purely physiological reaction but it filled him with nothing but shame.

'Fuck!' He knew this was exactly what Ryuuhou wanted. Making Koujaku come to terms with his animalistic urges was just another form of sadism. Feeling heat numb his hips with every slight movement of the artist's tongue was causing him pain which throttled his heart and he bit the sheets, muffling his voice. Ryuuhou pulled his mouth away, letting the member go with a wet sound, and Koujaku glared at him. He hated to admit it, but a part of him was angry because the man stopped just when he was beginning to lose himself in the poisonous pleasure.

'Spread your legs for me.' The sultry voice drifted over his heated skin like velvet and Koujaku pressed his face back into the sheets. He didn't want to see Ryuuhou's triumphant grin when his legs obeyed the demeaning order. 'No, no, no, my pretty Koujaku. You have to watch this.' The swordsman's neck audibly creaked with the strain of moving his unwilling head. It was all futile in the end though and Koujaku glared daggers down at the man sitting so comfortably between his opened legs with a victorious smile on his lips.

'This is not happening….' Koujaku said the words to reassure himself but when Ryuuhou chuckled a moment later he felt the urge to struggle against his invisible bonds again.

'You look worried. I won't hurt you tonight since it might lead you to ask questions tomorrow. You're going to enjoy this.' The filthy promise itself was the real threat and Koujaku was about ready to bark back a curse but he never got the chance. He gasped, his breath catching in his throat, muffling any other noise which tried to break free from his larynx. Something long and thin pushed inside him relentlessly, taking him completely by surprise. It stung and he felt tears gather at the corners of his eyes but he stubbornly blinked them back. He couldn't quite focus on the sight before him…

'You're so tight inside, even for only one finger. You're a virgin down here, aren't you? How lucky. I get to mark you in another way for the rest of your life.' He sighed softly, truly delighting in the confusing pain creasing Koujaku's features. He watched his frown deepen as he pushed the digit all the way in, pressing against the constricting walls of his entrance. Compared to the pain of the tattoo this was a pleasant caress, but Ryuuhou knew Koujaku's soul was raging with humiliation. A far more fascinating pain to see unfold before his sharp eyes.

'Don't…! Take it out!...' Koujaku's voice was strained, but he still managed to sound ferocious.

'As soon as you'll relax you'll begin to enjoy it. Trust me.' Koujaku groaned at the insult of such a suggestion. He knew Ryuuhou was deliberately adding salt to his open, bleeding wounds and he let the injury cocoon him against any other sensations which might try to have a piece of him. Pain he could deal with, he'd done it most of his life. He could see the correlation between the tattoo artist and pain but anything else would break something inside him.

'Like I'll ever be stupid enough to do that…' He sucked in a laboured breath and felt his focus grow dimmer with each move of Ryuuhou's hand. That numbing pleasure was beginning to creep up his spine like poison ivy once more and it was harder to ignore this time.

'Your body is far more honest than your mind. You should list to it.' Ryuuhou added a second finger, moving it alongside the first, satisfied to watch more of Koujaku's defences crumble. He began pushing the fingers apart, pressing them harder against the virgin muscles, loving the barely audible gasps and groans rolling with a mind of their own out of the hairdresser's mouth. He pressed his lips to the man's thigh, kissing along the skin until he reached the portion of skin covered in his art and bit along the drawing. His efforts were rewarded with a moan and his eyes flashed with lust. He doubted Koujaku realized what he'd done because he continued to lose himself further and further down the path of oblivion. Perhaps he finally realized he was fighting a losing battle and he admitted defeat?... Ryuuhou knew Koujaku would never admit that but his body was opening for him and that was all the incriminating evidence he needed.

Koujaku bit his tongue too late to stop the whine when he suddenly found himself empty. He glowered at Ryuuhou as he moved on top of him and pressed their lips together. He didn't bother gritting his teeth since that had no effect the first time. He stiffly ignored the foreign tongue's attempts at coaxing his own tongue into a battle but quickly changed his mind when he felt a hand teasingly squeezing his hardened member. His brain was screaming at him to snap out of it but it was drowned in a haze of overpowering desire. He half-heard the noise of a belt being undone and clothes being discarded but he was too focused on the way Ryuuhou's tongue twisted against his to put two and two together. Fingers grasped at his thigh and he reflexively lifted his hips a little, some primal part of him still understanding what was happening, and he felt the other man move closer to him.

'That's it Koujaku. Yield to my control.' The whispered words were forgotten before Koujaku could fully process them when he felt something nudge against his entrance. His eyes widened and he tried to piece together a half-asses protest but the words mixed together in an unintelligible noise and he threw his head back as he felt Ryuuhou penetrate him. He knew he should be disgusted with this but his heart sped up its hectic drumming, deafening out his rational thoughts. Teeth sunk into his shoulders and nails pierced his hip. He was in pain but he relished it and when a wicked tongue lapped at a thin trail of fresh blood running down his skin, his hips bucked demandingly.

Koujaku felt his back hit the mattress, his arms unable to support his weight any longer, and he groaned when a pair of delicate hands grasped his hips firmly. He'd been with enough sleeping partners to comprehend what would follow and he found himself eagerly anticipating it. He laughed shakily at his depravation but his mirth was short lived. Ryuuhou began moving and Koujaku could feel the last of his defence crumble under the assault like sand pillars under the battering force of merciless waves. He could feel the cold gaze on him and it send shivers up his frame. His eyes were opened but he couldn't see anything clearly. Still he pictured Ryuuhou running his fox-like eyes along his tattoos adoringly, the inked flesh glistening with fresh perspiration, and it made his toes curl. He tried to recall the disdain and hatred for the man but all he could find was pleasure, pleasure and more pleasure. He couldn't believe his body was so quick to succumb to its carnal desires but he felt the evidence leaking down his neglected length.

'So beautiful… I wish I could hear you scream as well but I can't let you remember this night…. What a pity.' Ryuuhou drove harder inside Koujaku, feeling his whole body shake with the force of the thrusts. Koujaku would no doubt feel the numbness in his waist the following morning but Ryuuhou was confident it wouldn't be enough to give his brief visit away. It was a shame Koujaku wouldn't remember his own dishevelled state at the hands of his supposed worst enemy… He snickered, albeit with some difficulty, at the thought of this scene replaying in the record of Koujaku's mind and waking him up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. What a lovely way to fall into madness that would be… Well, at least he would remember and Ryuuhou knew he would treasure the memory until he'd draw his last breath. He studied Koujaku, committing every detail to memory, and increased his pace. He wanted to see his masterpiece shatter under the weight of his ecstasy like fragile glass.

The word was fracturing around him and Koujaku tried to follow the widening cracks. He knew Ryuuhou was the cause of this break and he tried to get away from the source just like the branching cracks but they remained connected. He felt fingers dig harder into his flesh and he knew he was moaning wantonly. He knew it but he couldn't fight it and he reached out for Ryuuhou, pressing his fingertips to the seahorse tattoo along his neck. He prayed this was only the aftereffect of being hypnotised because the alternative was far less forgiving and he doubted he could accept it. He watched Ryuuhou, thought glazed eyes, as he leaned into his touch and bit on the flesh between his thumb and index finger. He watched the white incisors sink into his slightly tanned skin as if mesmerised and shuddered when the sting electrified his nerves. Ryuuhou's tongue ran over the indents soothingly and he thrust his hips one last time with far more vigour than any time before. Koujaku felt the world splinter around him and the exploding fragments seemed to cut him to ribbons. He yelled at the imagined pain and let his arm fall limply beside him as pleasure rushed over him like the brutal gallop of wild stallions. He gasped for breath desperately but his lungs didn't seem to work properly. His focus dimmed and the edges of his vision darkened. Maybe giving into the dark of ether wasn't so bad….

Ryuuhou squeezed the last of his release, watching the white substance coat Koujaku's relaxing stomach. He closed his eyes, savouring the pleasure fraying his nerves, his weight supported by his towering arms, one on each side of Koujaku's head. When he opened them again he noticed the younger man was unconscious, his features softened by a blanket of pleasant dreams. He studied the sated expression, happy to see the fringe wasn't covering the tattoo on the swordsman's face. He ran a finger along Koujaku's cheek, listening to the calm breathing. When he would wake up next he wouldn't remember any of what just happened. The thought filled Ryuuhou with an inexplicable sadness and he lamented to himself with a soft sigh.

Soon it wouldn't matter if Koujaku was hypnotised or not. Soon his every moment, waking or otherwise, would be filled with thoughts of him. Soon he would belong to him, body, mind and soul. Ryuuhou's smile returned and the sly glint in his eyes along with it. He pressed his lips to the man's throat and sucked on the skin until he left a bright red mark. Perhaps Koujaku won't remember who left the mark but that didn't matter because he would be filled with doubt and confusion. Their little game was far from over.

'When we'll meet next, one of us will finally win this game of ours…'

Koujaku groaned, silently begging the rays of sunlight filtering through his curtains and onto his sleeping face to go away. He twisted away from the light and his eyes snapped open as an unexpected slap of pain reverberated through his drowsy frame. He sat up, feeling more of the inexplicable sensations crawling along his skin. He blinked a handful of times, trying to remember why he was feeling that way but all he recalled was he, Mizuki and Aoba drinking at the Dry Juice bar. Maybe he had one too many…which would explain why he couldn't seem to remember the rest of the night. He groggily got to his feet, realizing he was naked with a frown, and shuffled his feet to the bathroom. Once there he looked at himself in the mirror. Yep, just as he'd suspected. He'd defiantly had sex the other night though he couldn't remember it or his partner but the scratch marks and the bite marks were irrevocable proof. He pressed his fingers to an especially aggressive looking hickey on his neck. Whoever left this wanted him to remember them and Koujaku tried but he got nothing for his efforts.

He returned back to his bedroom but there didn't seem to be any signs of anyone other than him visiting. He was usually a light sleeper, even while drunk, but he'd heard nobody leave. The whole thing was giving him a headache the more he thought about it… He crawled back into bed, pulling the red covers over his tired body. He regretted not remembering the sex since it seemed to have been quite intense, if the numbness in his limbs was anything to go by.

'Beni?' The small bird flapped its wings to show it was awake in his favourite spot on the windowsill. Koujaku's eyes were already closed but he listened to the sound of fluttering feathers as his Allmate landed gracefully beside his head, tucking its feet under its tiny body.

'You needed something?'

'Do you remember what I did last night?' He might have been drunk but Beni should have been fully functional.

'How could I forget? You taught Mizuki a few things about playing cards and he promised you a full bottle if you go by Dry Juice tonight.' Koujaku smiled to himself. He remembered that part of the night and he recalled Aoba joining in the fun at one point though he was prudent enough to know when to call it quits but what happened after?...

'Do you remember what happened after we left the bar?' Beni was silent for a handful of seconds and Koujaku was just about to check if his Allmate hadn't slipped into Sleep Mode.

'No… I can't remember the rest of the night. I think we got some sort of message, though I can't remember it clearly, and we said goodbye to the guys. You must have put me in Sleep Mode because I can't recall anything else until a few minutes ago.' Koujaku frowned, wondering why he did that, but his features relaxed a moment later. He must have had his reasons… He hoped they were good ones.

'Too bad. I really wanted to find out who I slept with last night….' He heard Beni scoff and Koujaku smiled wistfully.

'You probably brought one of your sycophants home with you. There's no shortage of them around.' Koujaku yawned and tucked himself deeper into the blankets.

'Yeah, you're probably right.' He felt Beni snuggle closer to him and he fell asleep, trying to imagine what wild woman could leave such a deep impression on him.

And as we both know, the winner will ultimately be Koujaku so that's a good thing, right? XD Thanks for the read and I hope it was an enjoyable one! Please let me know if that was, or was not, the case by posting a review. Thanks in advance! XD

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