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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Title: Scenes From A Reversal: Taming Johan: 2:50: Crashing In
Romance: Juudai x Johan
Word Count: 577
Genre: Romance, Drama||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: 50scenes: prompt: waves
Summary: Fifty scenes from a story unwritten, with one fact reversed: what happens when the Gentle Darkness is not gentle?

Wave after wave of mind-numbing agony shot through Johan. He didn't scream, but only for one reason: he'd screamed enough to nearly burst his throat. He had no more energy left to scream with. He thrashed and jerked in the bonds that held him from the ceiling, sweat dripping from his chin to the unseen floor.

He noticed at some point that the pain had stopped. His heart raced a little faster; this usually meant that something worse was coming.

Juudai's hand was ice cold as it cupped his face, and Johan pulled back, or tried to. He didn't have much room to work with, and Juudai held his chin firmly.

Two golden eyes floated before him, and were about all that Johan could see at the moment. He knew some of what was in the room around him. It was a typical sitting room in some respects, with plush chairs and sofas, expensive rugs and tapestries all around.

In other respects, it was a setting from hell, given that it was here that he underwent torture of a kind fit to explode one's mind.

"Are you having fun?" Juudai's voice was a dark purr, black velvet wrapped around steel. Johan managed to shake his head; screaming had stolen his voice hours ago. He thought Juudai smiled, and that sent even more raw terror shooting through him. Juudai smiling was never a good sight.

Haou's free hand caressed through Johan's hair, and the captive shuddered, tension rising at the gentle touch. This never boded well.

"Then I'll have to see to it that you do have fun." He leaned forward and cold lips pressed against Johan's. At the same time, pleasure fit to drive a strong man insane burst through Johan from Juudai's touch, following the same wave-like pattern that the pain had only moments earlier.

Again Johan thrashed, and still couldn't scream; this was worse, worse than the pain, this was Juudai, this was Haou, this was his enemy, the person who had so casually broken his fingers, his nose, who was going to destroy everything if he wasn't stopped, and he shouldn't feel this good when the bastard touched him!

Where was the pain? Where was the pain? He wanted that, it made more sense. He could understand pain. Pain made sense when one was a prisoner, didn't it? Pleasure did not.

Those were the same thoughts that rocked through his mind whenever Juudai did this, that had ever since that first searing, soul-less kiss.

He didn't notice again when the pleasure stopped. He only noticed some time later that he wasn't in Juudai's torture chamber anymore, but was back in his bare cell. He pulled the remains of his clothes about himself, along with the single blanket that he had to call his own, and tried to rest. Juudai could call for him again at any point. He had to be ready.

Johan wasn't sure what he felt he had to be ready for. There was no way to prepare himself against what happened. He'd tried more than once, and every time, Juudai found a way to break through whatever defenses he could build up. Endless rounds of alternating pain and pleasure, and sometimes not alternating, sometimes one or the other smashing into him until coherent thought was nothing but a fantasy.

I'm going to go crazy. That was a thought he'd entertained more than once.

There were days he thought he already had.

The End