Title: Doll
Pairing: AsamixAkihito
Credits: Credit goes to Yamane-Sensei for her boys… God, I wish they were mine, but oh well, they aren't
Warning: NC-17
A/N: This is my first 'drabble'. It might be more than 100 words but… oh well… hmmm, maybe a ficlet?
Summary: What Akihito thinks of his relationship with Asami.
Every time you come visit me, it's all the same. You come, intruding my personal pace. You lunge at me as if you were dying from not having me around. You take me towards the room and start fondling me, like always. You tie me to the post. Then you go down on me and do what you want. "Stop..." I say but my body seems to not want to respond to my pleas. I keep telling myself to stop moaning to your likings, but yet I can't even control myself.
I feel you take me and I clutch the sheets in a death grip. I feel you rocking your hips against mine, happy, content feeling me moan to your liking. You make me do your bidding and use me like you want. 'What kind of relationship is this,' I wonder. I'm flipped on my stomach, and you push into me like you always do, trying to mark me as your own every time. I moan for you to tell you to stop, but my body seems to suck you in. You tell me this, and it pisses me off that I know you're right.
You take me time and time again. You finally come, making me call out your name. How do you do this? How can you make me fall into your web of sinful desires? I feel as if I'm trapped between you and my freedom. I lost my freedom when we met. I feel wires around me, making me act on my own. Why do I feel this? This reminds me of something. What does this remind me of? Oh, yeah… You're a puppeteer who loves to toy with his belongings. And here I am… your doll…
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Yes, I know how it sounds… It sounds so evil! What's wrong with me?! *screams and punches herself* Well, this small idea came to me when I read something about how dolls are sometimes used and played with to show attachment or possession. This reminded me of Asami and Akihito's relationship. Yes, this is before they were like eating each other when they saw each other. I always had the feeling that Asami saw his enjoyment with Akihito like a puppeteer. Knowing his dolls movements. It scared me yes, but hey… It was like the truth. Anyways, don't hate me for being kind of dark, but this might be one of the last things I do that are like this. Still thinking about my fics… No ideas yet… But I'll get there…