Disclaimer: Although the severely warped and twisted imagination is my own, Shaman King and its characters are the property of Hiroyuki Takei.
Author's Notes: I'm not entirely sure what compelled me to write something like this. It was really just one of those instances when some of my friends told me I couldn't pull it off and I felt that I needed to prove them wrong. I probably shouldn't let them encourage me like that, but I guess anyone who actually goes to the trouble of reading this can be the judge of that.
Subjugation
It wasn't fair. Even as Ren struggled to protest he knew he wouldn't be able to prevent Hao from taking advantage of him. A part of him simply didn't want to. He could already feel his willpower beginning to fade. It didn't help that Hao was perfectly willing to exploit the fact that he looked like Yoh to put the Chinese shaman completely off his guard. Intellectually Ren recognized that Yoh and Hao were drastically different individuals, but when he was being easily deceived on a physical level it seemed that his intellect refused to serve him the way it should. And the worst part was that Hao probably knew all of this and felt no shame in taking advantage of that knowledge to have his way with him.
Ren flinched away slightly when a less than subtle wisp of flame flickered dangerously close to his bare chest. Hao seemed to find amusement in Ren's obvious discomfort. He extinguished the small ball of fire now that he had Ren's attention and traced a finger along the scar that occupied the middle of the other boy's torso. His other hand rested casually on the sash that was keeping Ren's loose silk pants in place.
"You are hot," Hao mused with a smile that wasn't completely friendly, "but this is more fun for me when you're actually paying attention. Try not to let your mind wander so much."
"Damn you," Ren swore at him. It probably would have carried more weight if he could convince himself that he wasn't enjoying it when Hao touched him like that.
"You can let me know when you stop liking it," Hao baited him to mouth off some more.
Before Ren was able to protest further, however, he felt Hao's mouth pressed hard against his. He had already managed to unfasten the sash of Ren's pants and now that same hand was slipping beneath the smooth silk fabric for a greater purpose. Ren tried to suppress a whimper at the sudden, close proximity between himself and Hao, but it was too late. He knew he wouldn't be able to put up a fight anymore.
End