Sweet Sacrifice

Type of story: song-fic, based off of the song by evanescence.

Rating: M

Themes: Angst and Romance

Pairing: Akabane and Kazuki

Notes: this is a story that contains very angsty themes, not intended for the weak hearted. There is BDSM, so pretty much anything my mind can come up with is acceptable ;) enjoy!

Summary: Akabane and Kazuki have been alone on the island for about a week now. What happens when Akabane is called away to go to a job. Will he leave?

Disclaimer: I don't own the Getbackers. I've only seen the first season, and that is only because my friend owns it.

Chapter1. My love

It's true, we're all a little insane.

Akabane rammed into Kazuki. He loved the feel of the thread master, and was pleased with this mutual attraction.

At first, he'd been a bit surprised that the other was even INTO the same styles of pleasure as he, but he quickly forgot his surprise as the other showed him things that he'd not known he was capable of.

And thus, this is how they'd ended up in this style. In this way. In this PASSION. Kazuki had first tied Akabane up, and used the transporter's own weapon of choice on him. That's right. He'd asked for one of Akabane's knives, and he'd done a little slice and dice on the Jackal and watched him heal himself; even licking a little of the blood for himself. Yes, that was the way that things should be between lovers; a mutual attraction and fascination of things the same.

Akabane gave an uncharacteristic smile as he rammed into the one below him once more. He loved this. This feeling. This freedom to be himself, not with the masks and the character shields. He could be as sadistic or weak as he pleased, and the other would still accept him; still desire him, without feeling him weak, for they both knew what he was capable of. Yes, it wasn't everyday that you could find something like he had with Kazuki. He smiled as he thinks of how pleased the other would be if he'd heard the he just used his name. "So easy to please, my little thread master…" He murmurs in a teasing tone as Kazuki releases with a passionate cry of his name. "Is this bliss, my thread master?" He asks the other, still not satisfied or complete.

"Yes…bliss…" Kazuki pants out. He wanted nothing more than for Akabane to continue until he was finished, but he couldn't rush the other. He'd learned that lesson the very first night.

He'd been so anxious to satisfy the other that he'd rushed Akabane, and had ended up left hard, naked, and cold in a dungeon for the night. No, he wouldn't go there again. He WOULD, however, flip the other over, and take control. And that is just what he did.

He flipped Akabane onto his back and stares down at him with a sadistic smirk, and a glint in his eye. "My turn…" He says, pulling some threads from his bell, and wrapping Akabane's hands up to the bedposts, with the threads digging into the other's flesh. "This should be fun…" He says with a smirk and begins to ride Akabane.

But it's so clear,

"Do you like this?" Akabane questions with a smirk and a gleam of pleasure in his eye. "Is this…enjoyable…to you?" he continues to question, loving the combined feelings of pleasure and pain. "Yes…I do…" Kazuki murmurs before leaning forward and biting the other's collar hard enough to draw blood. He lapped it up quickly, enjoying the sweet sin that was Akabane's life essence. "Tell me what you want…" He pouted, wanting so much to please the other.

He was like a dog, eager to please, and needing next to nothing in return. He knew it, and Akabane knew it as well. "I want you to keep this up…" the transporter said, softly moaning, and yanking against the constricting threads. "Why don't you just break them? I know you can…" Kazuki question his new 'master' in the sexiest of voices. He wanted nothing more that for the other to use brute strength.

And yes, he'd said master. As they were being true to their feelings, they were also very true to the fact that Kazuki rather liked it when the other called him pet, and treated him like an animal. He liked it a lot more than having everyone worship him, and bow down to him, and treat him as though he were some FUCKING prize. He was nothing special; just a dirty boy who needed to be whipped back into shape by a firm master. He'd let Akabane know that the very first evening, and the other had played off of his desires, which complimented his own.

They were a good match. They looked good together, and they worked well together in bed. Things couldn't get any better, but they thought that they were safe from them getting any worse. That is, until Akabane got the call…

Now that I'm unchained.

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