Poisoned Love

(Here it is, folks! Requested by the lovely Lovise Polaris, a story of a darker, more dangerous love between the gentle Tetsuya and his wicked cousin, Orochi. But what begins as sexual slavery turns later into something the two must struggle to define. And before the end, Orochi must decide whether to admit what is between them or lose Tetsuya forever! This version has been carefully edited to remove any graphic descriptions and to fit the 'M' rating guidelines. The unedited version is available on AO3 now! This is my first fully OC pairing, so please support it with your reviews. And if you have a pairing you would like to see...from the manga or OC, feel free to PM your request! :) Enjoy the story!)

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I am frightened.

I have lived in the same dark, cold cell for as long as I can remember. I have only a few flashes of memory of being with my mother, before I was old enough that they took me from her and placed me in the care of my cellmate, Naoki.

I was lucky.

Some cellmates are cruel. But Naoki is gentle and kind. And even though he cannot stop the evil thing that will happen to me today, he made sure that the first person to lie with me, would take me gently. This way, I know what love is supposed to feel like.

Because what will happen today when Orochi-sama calls for me is not love, nor anything like it.

Orochi-sama is cruel, and not like a person, but a snake.

His love...

is poison.

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Chapter 1: Black Eyes and Blacker Soul

"Leave him and go."

Tetsuya shivered at the dead calm sound of Orochi's voice as it floated across the room from where his cousin sat at his desk, facing away from them. He scratched at the paper in front of him as the guard left Tetsuya standing and quivering softly in the entry to his quarters.

Tetsuya swallowed hard, his eyes taking in the expensive decor in the room. The furniture was new, and smelled richly of fine oak. The dark colors everywhere were carefully matched. The linens on the bed looked crisp and fastidiously pressed, and the blankets looked thick and warm. He was sure that if he hadn't been so scared at what the young man was about to do to him, he would have loved spending ten minutes in such a place, that was so much warmer, and smelled so much better than the dank and dreary confines of his cell.

"Well then, you are Tetsuya?"

"I am Kuchiki Tetsuya," he confirmed, trying to sound calmer than he felt.

He swallowed nervously at the glare he received in return.

"You are just Tetsuya," his cousin told him, "Mixed bloods do not have any more right to the names of the noble families as to the power they steal from us. You will simply be Tetsuya and I am Orochi-sama."

"Hai, Orochi-sama," Tetsuya said, bowing his head and finding it a relief to escape those cold, black eyes for a moment.

He caught his breath in surprise as Orochi's surprisingly warm hand slipped under his chin and raised it so that he was looking into the young man's eyes again.

"Are you afraid?" he asked, studying Tetsuya's white face intently.

"Who would not be?" Tetsuya responded, trying hard to keep from shivering, "Orochi-sama is said to be very cruel."

"Is that so?" Orochi asked, the ghost of a smile touching his lips, "Why is that? What have you heard?"

"I...I don't know," Tetsuya said, losing his nerve and trying to look away again, only to have his face captured and directed again to meet Orochi's dark, dangerous eyes, "Different things."

"You are afraid, and with good reason," Orochi told him, his voice still chillingly calm, "When I am not pleased with someone, I do make them hurt for it. But...if you are obedient, if you do everything that I tell you to, then you have nothing to fear, Tetsuya."

"Y-yes, sir."

Orochi's eyes darkened, and Tetsuya nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Yes, Orochi-sama," he corrected himself.

"Very well," said Orochi, moving in close to him, "I understand it is your birthday."

"Yes, Orochi-sama," Tetsuya answered, flinching as he felt the warmth of the other man on his already blushing face.

"You are lovely, for a mixed blood. You obviously stole your looks from my relative, Takao. You look very much like him."

Tetsuya wasn't sure whether to thank him, or to apologize, so he only remained silent and gazed back at Orochi steadily.

"Even though that comely face of yours is stolen, and your body is an abomination to the noble clans, you are still a living, breathing soul, so we need to find a use for you. Because of that, you will serve me. Whenever I send for you, you will come. Whatever I ask of you, you will do...even if it hurts, ne Tetsuya?"

Tetsuya's lips moved, but his voice refused to sound. Orochi's lips curved upward slightly, and his eyes glinted in anticipation.

"Go into the bathroom and wash that filth off of your body. Before you are with me, you will always go and wash yourself. I won't be with something that smells poorly."

"Yes, Orochi-sama," Tetsuya managed, slipping by him and fleeing into the bathroom.

He stood inside the bathroom, panting and shaking all over. But knowing that his cousin was not terribly patient, he forced himself to walk to the shower, where he turned on the water, then froze, staring.

He felt warmth touch his face and steam floated out from the falling streams of water. He reached out and touched it, then reeled with how wonderfully hot and comfortable it felt. It was easy then to slip in under the water and let it blaze onto skin that had only ever known water and stone that were icy and made him shiver. He breathed in the warm vapors and closed his eyes, savoring the comfort of being warm all through.

He jumped back in surprise, gasping as a hand touched his shoulder.

"Here," Orochi said, handing him a small bar of soap, "Don't use mine."

"Y-yes, Orochi-sama," he said, accepting the soap and proceeding to wash himself thoroughly.

And even knowing what his cousin was going to do to him, he couldn't help but love the scent of the fine soap, the feel of the water splashing down onto his bare skin and the sensation of being wholly clean, for the first time that he could remember. He sighed softly, scrubbing himself until his skin stung, breathing in the smell of the soap that clung to him, even after he washed it off of his skin.

"That's long enough," Orochi said, taking him by the arm and pulling him out from under the water.

He turned the water off, then handed Tetsuya a clean towel.

"Dry off and put that on."

Tetsuya began to dry himself, but paused and stared at the fine, beautiful blue yukata that waited on the wall hook in front of him.

"You like it?" Orochi asked, "I thought that it would match your eyes. You will wear this whenever you come to me. It is one of the privileges of being mine. I hope you like it."

"I...I've never worn anything like that before," Tetsuya whispered, reaching out to touch the silken material with tentative fingers.

He shuddered as Orochi pressed up against his bare back and wrapped possessive arms around him.

"I imagine not. And you will not, except when you are here."

Tetsuya continued to dry himself, his skin flushed, not just form the hot water, but in anticipation of what the other young man would do to him. Orochi remained quiet, watching as Tetsuya's still softly shaking hands dutifully rubbed the towel over his wet skin. He could have sworn that he could feel the black eyes burning into his back, raking down the length of his torso and feasting on his soft, round bottom. He barely kept from crying out as Orochi's hand stole the towel from his, and his cousin rubbed the towel over his shoulders, then turned him and dried his chest, lingering teasingly over his nipples, then looking into his eyes as he slowly dried the younger man's genitals.

Tetsuya's heart pounded wildly and adrenaline coursed through his veins, making him feel like he might jump out of his skin. The feeling only increased and sharpened as Orochi dropped the towel onto the sink and reached around Tetsuya to take the yukata from it's hook. As he leaned forward, he pressed up against Tetsuya's body, teasing the younger man with the feel of his already aroused member that touched Tetsuya's through Orochi's clothes. Tetsuya swallowed hard, wondering how much more his skin could blush. His breath left him as the fine, silken material fell around his shoulders, and he slipped his arms into the sleeves. Orochi left the front of the yukata open and motioned for Tetsuya to walk back out into the bedroom. On shaky legs, Tetsuya complied, his mind going numb as he stumbled forward, anticipating that their interaction was about to get more painful.

He stopped a few steps shy of the bed as he spotted the leather restraints that awaited him. His breath shortened, making him sway dizzily, then Orochi shoved him roughly, and he came down hard onto the bed on his back. He clenched his jaw to keep from crying out as Orochi's strong body fell onto his, the dark, predatory eyes sparking as their bodies crashed together. His head spinning madly, Tetsuya held on to enough of his will to resolve not to make a sound as Orochi's commanding hands grabbed his wrists, one by one, then his ankles, methodically binding each into the restraints. Then, he rested his body again on top of Tetsuya's, looking down into his frightened eyes, enjoying the fast beating of the younger man's heart, and feeling himself harden in anticipation.

"I won't lie to you," he said, sliding his hands up Tetsuya's arms, then caressing the bonds that held them, "I enjoy some pain with pleasure. This is why you have heard it said that I am a cruel man, Tetsuya. They don't understand. Pain doesn't have to be a bad thing. It can take you beyond pleasure. But, you will see what I mean."

Tetsuya only gazed up at him silently as Orochi's eyes flickered with power and he whispered a soft command. His eyes flashed for a moment, then Tetsuya heard a soft, hissing sound, and quivered, crying out involuntarily as four smooth, reptilian bodies slithered up his torso, one winding around each arm and leg, as Orochi observed his spooked reaction approvingly. And whatever his intentions had been, Tetsuya couldn't keep from shaking at the sight of the oddly beautiful, black snakes as they turned their heads and glared hypnotically into his eyes. He wanted to look away, but found himself frozen by those depthless, black orbs, unable to move as Orochi moved his hips, rubbing against Tetsuya's body, which, despite the terror coursing through his veins, was also reacting with surprising vigor.

"There, you see," Orochi breathed hotly in his ear, "You are afraid, but your body knows it is about to experience something new and earthshakingly intense. But we don't want you to climax too soon. No. And in fact, you will not climax until you have my permission to do so."

Tetsuya made a sound of distress, fearing that the restrictive device Orochi placed on him would be painful, but found quickly that even though it held him back from completion, it was not uncomfortably tight. But far worse than the uncomfortable feel of the device, was the growing pain of being forcibly held back from climax.

"Pleasure is a privilege you must earn," Orochi told him, teasing him with rough, invasive caresses, "The more you please me, the sooner I will allow you to feel good too. Do you understand, half-blood?"

"Y-y...yes, Orochi-sama," Tetsuya groaned, his eyelids fluttering as the uncomfortable feeling of need inside him increased.

"Good."

Orochi adjusted the restraints enough to allow him to turn onto his hands and knees. Then, he knelt in front of Tetsuya, sliding his arms around him tightly, and plunging into his mouth. Tetsuya's hands clenched within the restraints as his cousin's tongue thrust in between his parted lips and penetrated the depths of the younger man's mouth, aggressively exploring him. A gasp of pain escaped him as Orochi forced his way in deeper, making his mouth open uncomfortably wide, and nearly choking him before breaking away and traveling down the sweet flesh of his throat. Tetsuya turned his head away, but found it captured and his eyes returned to Orochi's penetrating gaze as their interaction continued.

Orochi's hand slid down his own torso, then moved on to his nether region to tease the area while Tetsuya was forced to watch. Then, his free hand curled around the younger man's neck, coaxing him downward as he issued a firm command.

"Pleasure me."

Tetsuya froze, loosing a frightened whimper as Orochi's scent drifted across his senses, making his own body react in defiance of his fears.

"Yes, I see your body wants this," Orochi teased him, "Taste it. It doesn't taste bad, and if you do a good job of it, then I will let you climax after I have been sated."

He tried then to move forward, but felt fear rise up like a wall in front of him. He felt the snakes that were curled around his wrists tighten painfully. Then, the sting of fangs shocked his skin and he cried out in surprise.

"Obey me at once," Orochi said, more threateningly, "Do it now, or I will punish you, Tetsuya. And then, you will do it anyway!"

Given no other choice, he moved forward, complying obediently. Orochi moaned contentedly at the sensation, keeping his fingers entangled in Tetsuya's hair and encouraging him.

"Just like that," Orochi panted, watching him closely.

It didn't take him long, looking down at Tetsuya's lovely, tormented face before he felt the approach of climax.

"Faster..." he panted breathlessly, shuddering as pleasure swept over him and he loosed his release.

Tetsuya choked and broke free of him, coughing and gagging as Orochi watched.

"Don't worry. You will get better with practice. Now, lie down on your back again."

He didn't wait for Tetsuya to comply, but shoved him down and tightened the restraints to that he could not twist away. Then, he knelt between the younger man's thighs and slowly prepared him for their joining. Tetsuya gasped, and instinctively tried to pull away, but couldn't move enough to escape. The binding snakes, stung his wrists and ankles with punishing strikes, dragging a sobbing gasp from him that was half pain and half intense, aching need for completion.

Orochi smiled at him slyly, continuing the teasing preparation. Tetsuya was quick to note that he spent less time and used less care in it than the gentler Naoki had. And all too soon, he lifted himself, and pulling on something attached to Tetsuya's bindings, dragged him to his knees and pulled his bound hands up above his head to fix him in place.

"What are you doing, Orochi-sama?" Tetsuya cried.

A shiver went through him as Orochi pressed up against his back, his thick, reawakened hardness rubbing against the younger man's bottom. Tetsuya gasped, and his heart raced painfully faster as the silken tie was removed slowly from his opened yukata and slipped around his head to cover his eyes.

"I will just let you wonder," Orochi answered, nipping at his ear, "But I don't think you can even imagine what I am about to do to you."

"Orochi-sama, please stop. I don't think I can..."

"Shh, of course you can. You are a good, obedient slave, Tetsuya. You have behaved very well, and I promise you, your reward is coming."

"O-orochi-ama!"

Tetsuya gave another gasping cry as the snakes' fangs punished his outburst, then reeled as Orochi's hands reached around from where he was pressed up against the younger man's back and slid slowly down his torso, pausing to caress him.

"Ah!"

He tried to remain quiet, but couldn't hold back a howl of distress as Orochi finally brought their bodies together.

Tetsuya couldn't help but scream, more from surprise and fear than from pain. He thought he might lose consciousness, but at the edges of sensation suddenly found Orochi's deep voice pulling him back into awareness.

"Stay with me."

The words sounded oddly out of place and gently spoken, considering cool, methodical nature in his treatment of his cousin up to that point. And Tetsuya registered somewhere in his spinning mind that Orochi's hands had taken on more gentleness. He clenched Tetsuya's hips tightly, his chin rested on his cousin's shoulder and his face pressed lightly to Tetsuya's sweating cheek as his hips moved. And despite his considerable fears, Tetsuya was strangely touched by the fast beating of the other man's heart against his back, the feeling of that other body wrapped tightly around his, and the low, erotic sounds his elder cousin was making.

"Orochi-s..."

The bindings on him shattered suddenly, and he fell down onto his stomach on the bed, Orochi still pressed to his back and moving faster, and providing such wicked pleasure that made Tetsuya scream blindly as the binding ring stopped him, suspended at the edges of oblivion.

"Orochi-sama, please!" he sobbed.

He registered Orochi's soft, amused laugh, then felt the offending ring being removed, freeing him suddenly and making him raise his hips hungrily. The two held on to each other tightly a the coil snapped viciously in each of them and the two fell together into an explosion of long, hot pulses of release. And for one stunned moment, Tetsuya's heart connected with Orochi's, sharing the gripping joy of completion. He nearly disappeared into the blazing heat that filled him, and felt tears on his face as Orochi's fingers caught his chin and pulled him into a long, over the shoulder kiss. They collapsed completely, Tetsuya's heaving body trapped beneath his cousin's, and his mind suddenly registering the disappearance of the bonds and black snakes. He was still blindfolded, but could feel the steady motion of Orochi's breaths. He began to drift towards sleep, wondering how someone like Orochi, who was seemingly so cold and methodical, could be so warm in body. He didn't know how long he would be allowed to remain in that comfortably warm bed, surrounded by the oddly compelling scents of their sexual joining, but an escape from the chill of his cell seemed a blessing, despite what he had been made to endure.

A sudden, curious thought shocked his sleepy mind.

I have never seen Orochi sleeping.

He shifted carefully, dislodging the blindfold just enough to be able to steal a glimpse of the other man's face. The dangerous black eyes were closed and his body relaxed against Tetsuya's sweating back. His hair that was usually carefully slicked back had escaped his control somewhat, and several errant strands had trickled onto his strikingly handsome face.

Orochi-sama is a beautiful and cruel man.

How do I dare fall asleep in the arms of such a man?

He was still wondering when sleep overtook him.

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Orochi woke some hours later to find that they had moved in their sleep, and he was lying on his back with Tetsuya curled up on his chest, his lovely face tucked beneath Orochi's chin and the fingers of one hand laced together with his. His first instinct was to wake his cousin and order him to dress in the dirty, poor shift he wore usually, and to send him back to his cold, dank cell.

It wasn't kindness that held him back from acting on that instinct, but a dark fascination with how Tetsuya was clinging to him, and the fact of how good it felt to be held that way.

He had had sex with other prisoners before...but never in his own room, never letting them wear fine clothes, and never using his powers as he had to bind them together and to intensify their joining. There was something different in what was between his half-blood cousin and himself that made him curious.

But we have time to explore this.

Byakuya's raid won't happen for some time.

Yes, we have time.