The Strength to Back Down
Chapter 1: Recalling the Beginning
The violet moonlight illuminated the figure of a lone man who stood atop the roof of a large, abandoned building. He was rather tall, and his arms were quite muscular. His shaggy black hair seemed to dance in the cool, light breeze that swept through the area. His piercing crimson eyes were fixed on the vacant, ruined city of Toshima below. He was sporting a pair of black leather pants, black boots, a black T-Shirt, and a black short-sleeved jacket which extended down past his knees. Both of his hands were concealed by a pair of black gloves, and his left one was clenched tightly around the hilt of a katana. Around his neck hung a small silver cross which was attached by a chain necklace.
"Why am I so conflicted?" He muttered under his breath in a deep voice. "I wish to fight more than anything. My only desire is to find them and slaughter them until nothing remains... until nothing remains to prove that they once existed. I must annihilate all of them!" He suddenly closed his eyes, and his entire body began to tremble slightly. "...but every time I imagine myself killing them, I always hear your final words in my head..." A single tear suddenly rolled down his right cheek, glistening as it reflected the moonlight. "...Akira..."
A black-haired male stepped through the streets of a ghost town, and his presence was virtually concealed by the shadows of the night. Eventually, he encountered a small group of men who were all ganging up on a younger, silver-haired male. Upon witnessing this scene, the black-haired male momentarily unsheathed his katana and began to slash through all of them without a second thought. A few of the men desperately pleaded for the assailant to spare their lives, even offering to surrender all of the dog tags they wore around their necks to him. However, their efforts were utterly futile. No matter how much they begged, the mysterious man continued to slice into their flesh. Blood began to spurt out in all directions, splattering onto the murderer's face and clothing. In a matter of seconds, each of the men were nothing more than mangled corpses... except for the silver-haired teenager who had been attacked by them.
After a few moments of silence, the man with black hair stepped forward again and pointed his katana at the one male whose life he had not yet taken. His crimson eyes were locked on the teenager's sapphire ones, which held a tinge of horror due to the gruesome scene that had just occurred. The older male kept the tip of his katana blade pressed up right against the other's throat, and he finally spoke up in a deep, sadistic tone.
"Aren't you going to plead for your life as well?"
"Never..." The silver-haired boy clenched his teeth, and his eyes narrowed.
"Oho?" A genuinely surprised expression appeared on the assailant's face briefly, and then his lips slowly curved upward to form a small smile. "Such defiance... I find your expression absolutely intriguing." He finally lowered his weapon and returned it to its sheath. "Perhaps I'll spare your life for now. Until we meet again..." After those final words were uttered, he turned around and vanished into the shadows once again.
Several weeks passed before the black-haired male and the silver-haired teenager had another encounter. This time, the former became much more rough with the younger male, keeping him pressed up against a wall whilst he attempted to strangle the life out of him.
"Will you still not plead for mercy?"
"..." The young male said nothing in response, gasping for air as he glared at the black-haired male.
"Interesting..." The older male finally released the younger one's throat, tossing him onto the hard pavement below. "I believe I could enjoy your company. You shall join me on my way home today."
"I... w-won't go with you... Shiki..." The silver-haired boy coughed inbetween words, rubbing his throat as he tried to sit up.
"Ah, so you have heard of me." The faint smile returned to Shiki's lips, and he stepped forward, pressing his right foot down against the other male's side. "If that is truly the case, then you must realize that it would be futile to resist me..." He suddenly delivered a swift kick to the other male's stomach, causing the boy to double over and cough yet again. The extreme force of the kick seemed to put him in a daze, nearly making him lose consciousness. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the black-haired male bent down and picked the teenager up, slinging him over his shoulder.
After the duration of approximately fifteen minutes, they both arrived at Shiki's residency. He lived in one of the abandoned buildings in an extremely secluded area of Toshima where few men ever visited.
The black-haired male carried the youth upstairs to his room, then dropped him down on the bed. Afterward, he handcuffed both of the boy's wrists to the bedposts. By that time, the silver-haired male was starting to come back to reality, and he looked around in a confused manner.
"Wh-where am I?"
"You are in my room." Shiki replied, sitting down on the bed beside his hostage. He slowly reached out, grabbing onto the boy's chin firmly as he locked his gaze directly on those sapphire eyes once more.
"Tch!" The silver-haired male's eyes narrowed again, giving his captor that same glare while he began tugging at his bonds. However, he soon stopped after realizing it was useless. "What are you planning to do with me?"
"I will show you soon enough..." Shiki's red eyes were stained with malevolence as he slowly turned his head and fixed his vision upon the area containing the teenager's reproductive organ.
As the months passed, the silver-haired boy became nothing more than a slave to Shiki's harsh sexual desires. Naturally, the teenager tried to resist at first, but there was nothing he could do to escape. He gradually grew accustomed to Shiki's treatment, regarding it as part of his normal daily life.
One particular day, Shiki returned from slaughtering another group of men, and his right cheek was splattered with blood. He stepped into the room, heading toward the bed as he spoke up in his usual deep voice.
"Akira, are you hungry?"
"A little..." The silver-haired male replied, and his cheeks turned a faint shade of crimson when his stomach suddenly growled. He was still handcuffed to the bed... he hadn't been released even once since the first night his captor brought him there.
"So it seems." Shiki smirked as he took a seat on the bed and pulled out a package from within his cloak. After opening it, he lowered the square morsel down to the other male's lips. "I brought your favorite."
Akira opened his mouth and took a bite of the food, chewing it up slowly before he swallowed. Then, he repeated the process until he finally finished his meal. Afterward, Shiki leaned down and licked off a crumb that had been left behind on the right corner of Akira's mouth.
"Hmm... I will never understand why this flavor pleases you so much. It is far too bland." The black-haired male slowly moved his left hand and slipped it under the younger male's orange T-Shirt. "...but I suppose your taste in nourishment is one aspect which makes you unique, along with your behavior... that is partially why I am so interested in you..." He began to softly rub the teenager's belly, using his middle finger to stroke the piercing that was present inside the boy's navel.
Akira's cheeks flushed a light shade of crimson again, and every muscle in his body tensed up slightly. He seemed to understand his imminent fate.
After a few moments, Shiki lifted up Akira's shirt and leaned down again. He moved his own hand away and slowly extended his tongue, using it to fiddle with the other male's bellybutton ring. Akira cringed slightly, bracing himself for the pain of possibly having his piercing forcefully removed. However, Shiki did not attempt to yank the ring out after all... he was merely playing with it. As he continued to do so, he moved his hand downward and unzipped Akira's pants. Finally, he retracted his tongue and lifted his head while he began to slip off the young male's slacks.
In a matter of minutes, Akira was utterly naked, and all of the garments that had been covering the lower half of Shiki's body had been removed. Each of the missing clothing items were strewn about on the floor. Shiki parted Akira's legs, climbing on top of him and forcing his own reproductive organ into the other male's body. The silver-haired teenager made an agonized gutteral noise when he felt the other male's warm manhood enter inside of him. Then, the dominant man began to thrust his part deeper and deeper inside, and his body naturally bounced up and down as he did so, causing the bed to creak.
As the white liquid started to pump into Akira's body, he clenched his fists tightly. Various moans of pain and pleasure escaped from his mouth, and beads of sweat began to form on his entire body while his face became more flushed than usual. "Sh-Shiki..."
The noises that Akira made only caused Shiki to become even more aroused, and he began to thrust harder. As a result, Akira's moans grew louder, and his body heaved upward as he writhed in pain.
"Sh... Sh-Shiki... you're... b-being too r... r-rough again..." The submissive boy managed to speak in a barely audible voice.
Shiki merely ignored his hostage's words, still pumping at a quick pace. Akira closed his eyes, and his entire body was shiny with perspiration. He clenched his teeth tightly, attempting to hold back the noises that were threatening to explode out from him. However, in a matter of seconds, he couldn't hold it in any longer. His mouth opened, and he finally began to scream.
After nearly an hour had passed, Shiki's lust was finally satiated. He slowly pulled his manhood out of Akira's body and released a deep, content sigh from his lungs. He was somewhat sweaty and flushed also, but Akira was much worse. The silver-haired boy was covered in sweat from head to foot, and he couldn't stop trembling. He breathed heavily, unable to speak for the time being.
Shiki noticed his sexual partner's agony and fatigue... and an expression of compassion suddenly appeared on the older male's face. He carefully leaned down and pressed his lips against Akira's forehead. Then, he whispered softly into the teenager's ear, using the back of his hand to caress the boy's right cheek.
"Deep, slow breaths..."
Akira nodded in response, and he began to inhale and exhale deeply. There were traces of confusion in his expression since his captor had recently become more gentle with him than usual. Shiki himself continued to stroke the other male's cheek affectionately, not yet realizing that he was beginning to regard Akira differently. Instead of viewing him as merely a sexual toy, Shiki was starting to develop actual feelings for him.
As the minutes passed, Shiki kept his gaze directly on Akira's gorgeous eyes. He felt a tinge of pain in his heart at seeing the younger male in such a state, and he still could not understand why. Eventually, he stood up and walked over to a table near the bed, then picked up a small, shiny object from the surface. Afterward, he stepped back over to the bed and began to tinker with the handcuffs, revealing that the object had been a key. He released both of Akira's wrists, then took a seat on the bed again.
Akira blinked in confusion and slowly sat up, using his left palm to rub his right wrist and then vice versa. He spoke up after a few seconds since he was able to breathe normally once more.
"Why did you...?"
"I don't know. I just... cannot bear the sight of you in that state anymore." Shiki lowered his head, focusing his vision on the floor below. "You may leave if you wish. I will not keep you here against your will any longer." There was a slight sorrowful tone in the black-haired male's voice. He felt as though he would never again see the man he grew to love after that night.
A few moments passed before Shiki finally felt a pair of warm arms wrap around his body from behind. Akira then spoke in a soft tone as he held his former captor in a gentle embrace.
"I'm not going to leave you. There's no way I could leave you after finding out that you feel the same way."
Shiki's scarlet eyes instantly widened upon hearing those words.
"I noticed that you've been acting more... caring with me recently." The silver-haired teenager slowly closed his eyes as he spoke, still holding onto the other man. "I felt that you weren't a completely terrible person after all... and I... I think I somehow began to fall for you. I won't leave you, Shiki... not ever."
"Akira..." Shiki whispered under his breath, softly laying his head back on Akira's left shoulder.