Hi again! here comes the update :D I hope you'll like it this time too!

here are the names from last chapter just so you remember them:

Kichiku = devil

Akumu = nightmare

Shou/Shoushiin = broken heart

there are going to be more of them ;) and soon this story is going to take form... with him breaking the most important rule of them all..!

Warning: This story contains blood, violence, sex between men/women, woman/woman and man/man. If you do not like things like that, do not read or review. I do not want to hear it, sorry ;)

Enjoy! :D


Two

"Please" the boy begged as Kichiku stroked him in a torturously slow way, making him tremble as the unbearable pleasure surged through his body. "more….!"

Kichiku smirked as his mind went corrupt with greed and unfulfilled pleasure. The boy had asked him to do what he wanted, what he needed to satisfy his needs, and that was precisely what he was going to do… His mind worked faster as he knew exactly what he wanted and needed and the headache was gone in a flash, finally.

"So I can do what ever I want with you then boy?" he asked ones again and this time the boy could do nothing but nod. The whisper of those words had been burning hot and red into the boy's ear, making him die even more from his painful erection."If I were to do that… you would die" Kichiku's voice was cold and the greed was almost visible in those dark crimson-black eyes. Why hide it anymore? The fear was so much more arousing to see than the need for relies after all.

The boy froze immediately as Kichiku grabbed a hold of the thin metallic chain that connected his nipples, yanking it forwards so the boy could do nothing but follow the motion, feeling the pain as it almost broke through his skin. The young one squealed as he felt the pull and his eyes were suddenly filled with so much terror Kichiku got aroused in the matter of seconds.

"How much do you think it would hurt if I pulled them out..?" he asked, pure satisfaction written all over his face and buried deep withing his voice. The boy looked up at him with eyes so scared it gave him chills of excitement. Soon the tears were springing out of them and Kichiku felt the drops fall on his fingers, drew in the very feel of his terror deeply with every breath he took.

"No! No! Please don't!" The boy begged but his pleading only made the Devil desire his cries more, and he pulled hard ones again, seeing with greedy eyes how the blood started dripping down the pale body. The boy screamed but there would be no rescue for him, they both knew that. No one would come to see why the sex slave was hurt or cried, that happened every day in this hell hole. No one cared about these boys. Not even if they died.

"Give me one reason why I shall not…?" Kichiku smirked, feeling deep inside how his needs were satisfied with every drip of blood, every tear and every scream.

"Please I'll do anything!" the little one screamed and in an instance he looked like a little child, the little child he was behind all the makeup that was now being washed away by his salty tears. Kichiku smirked at the mare sight of him, pleading like that… He was pathetic, a lowlife just like all of these humans. Even after being so long in this industry, he was so scared right now that he would have gone crying to nearest pimp if he only could. The Devil once again tugged the chain and the boy grabbed his shirt, trying to catch his eyes but Kichiku looked away from his face, disgusted by the boy,s face now that it was smeared with makeup. "Please..!" He begged again and his lips were shaking. "I'll do anything just don't…!"

"I have the power over you, boy" Kichiku interrupted and suddenly met the boy's eyes. The hatred and disgust was obvious but he still enjoyed this moment, being in complete control. His eyes were so intense and filled with so much evil the boy was struck stiff as he looked into them, drowning in their dangerous beauty. "Do you deny my very wishes and needs..? Even though you told me, I could do what ever I wished to satisfy my needs..?"

The boy couldn't answer… his voice was gone and he couldn't even scream any more. He had trouble breathing and the chain was so stretched his skin was breaking at the slightest movement. Kichiku had control and they both knew it, the boy feared it and the Devil loved it. Such a wonderful combination of the two.

"That's not a good enough reason for me…" he whispered now close to the boy's ear. The little one gasped for air and a silent scream was printed on his face, making his features look even more pathetic in the eyes of his new master.

"Please…" he whispered back even though his voice was fading. "I'll do anything…. Please…"

Kichiku shook his head, gently stroking the younger one's chin with the tip of his cold finger and slowly pulled the chain again, drawing more blood from the broken boy.

"Anything..?" He asked and the boy nodded fast as he felt the pull, fearing it would actually break free this time. Kichiku smirked, he was tired. How typical… This was what the elders did to him when he stayed away to long; making him tired and forcing him to come back down. He hadn't got much time now and if he fell asleep here, it would be really dangerous even for him… Slowly he let the chain go and looked straight into the little ones scared eyes.

"You don't satisfy me… boy" he said and his voice was harsh, but sincere. "There is no chance in Hell or on Earth, not even in Heaven, that anyone will ever be satisfied with you after this… Not in this place at least, so get out of here…"

The boy stared at him as he felt the chain fall back against his chest, be numbing pain slowly fading as the pulling pressure was released. He didn't seem to get it at first, what the older man had said, his eyes growing as he did... Slowly he sunk down on the floor, his tears damping the carpet and his makeup leaving marks. His legs were shaking, his hands too, he had though that was it… and now all so suddenly it all had stopped. The shock in his feature was almost adorable...

"Quit this job..." Kichiku continued and turned away from the pathetic creature on the floor. "Get a life and live it as long as you can… since you don't have time to waist…" With those words he left, leavening nothing but terror in the room behind him.

Kichiku was feeling nauseous as he left the crying boy on the floor. His heart was pounding to quickly and his mind as spinning.

"Boy… what did you just do?" a voice said in his mind and he shook his head, trying, in a desperate attempt, to shake the voice away. He didn't want to listen, didn't want to hear it all, like so many times before. "hey I'm talking to you…"

He didn't answer even if he knew what consequences it would bring him. He had ignored them before... the voice of his Father and all the previous Devils, that was. They were always there in his mind to remind him that he wasn't the person he wanted to be, he had no right to be the person he wanted to be. Whenever he did something that wasn't right, they spoke to him, gave him visions and made him do what he ought to do… There was no escaping them and the only thing he could do was drink… Drink until he was so numb he couldn't hear them anymore.

"Will you defy your own Father? Is that what you're telling me with your silence?" the voice spoke once again and Kichiku felt his mind breaking from under the pressure that was threatening to crush his temples.

"Yes I will like always" he spat openly, feeling like a teenager again as he heard his Father laugh in his mind. They had always been so different and he had always defied him… This time was going to be no exception and he had no intention of going back down anymore, even though the tiredness still lingered in his mind. The Elders could wait… he just had to make them, because they knew that he was not in a good mood when he was tired.

He left through the narrow corridor, back to the still crowded stage and through the room. The boys were still dancing and giving pleasure to those disgusting men and Kichiku smirked once more even though his mind was a total mess. He couldn't believe humans had nothing better to do than sit in a place like this all their lives… Their time was limited after all, but they just didn't seem to care less.

"Pathetic…" he whispered ones again as he walked passed a boy that was being taken from behind in the middle of the room. Why put yourself through something like that…? The boy could bee no more than thirteen years old… Here, he was being treated like an animal, or maybe just a slave, getting fucked at least ten times a day and getting less pay for it than a normal whore you could by on the side of the road. The question was, did he even know that himself? He didn't look like he minded though, the way he moaned and begged for more. Or maybe that was just an act too? It was hard to tell now that his mind was so fucked up.

"No! Let me go!" a strong voice filled with fear and hatred called and Kichiku took his eyes from the moaning boy in the middle of all the mess. He looked up and saw three strong men holding a blond boy in a tight grip as they pushed him through the room. Everyone in there looked up but then returned to their business as if nothing had happened. The boy however didn't stop fighting at all, quite the opposite. Kicking and screaming he got dragged passed Kichiku, that had stopped and he gave them room to do so. He had nothing to do with a screaming boy like him and it only made him even more nauseous thinking about what they would do to him. He had probably been kidnapped in some way, because he really didn't look like he had volunteered for this.

"Let me go!" he cried again and bit one of the men hard, making him give up a scream of pain, then slap the boy across the cheek.

"Learn your place, fucking street rat!" He then shouted and the boy's tears flooded his eyes as he was caught ones again by the man's rough hands. "You're coming with us whether you want it or not disgusting peace of shit!"

The boy spat at him, calling him fat and ugly and urned yet another punch but this time in the guts, making him cough frantically. Kichiku sighed and started walking again when the perfumes in the room made him long for fresh air. He admired the courage that boy had shown, but he knew it would only lead to his death in the end. Pathetic of course… but still a bit sad. Maybe it wasn't even courage that had made the boy act, more like idiocy and stupidity. Foolishness. He could still hear the boy scream and a smirk appeared as always on his slimmed lips. There was something thrilling about this still, after all…

He walked out the door and stood there still in the doorway fore some minutes, feeling the could evening breeze softly stroke his skin. Suddenly something bumped into his back and he heard moans as the person hit its head on the floor as he fell. He turned slowly, only to see the blond boy stand up once again and rush out the door passed him without a word. His face was lowered and he ran as fast as he could, Kichiku could tell by the fear in his steps. Still he admired the fact that this boy actually had had the strength to run from those men… 'There are some strong ones too, I suppose…' He thought and drew in the air, actually enjoying it for the first time in a long while.

"He ran out!" voices shouted behind him and he felt in the changing of the air how someone was heading his way behind him. The smirk grew like so many times before and he stepped aside, thinking that this could be interesting. The men ran passed him, almost as if not even taking notice of him, and out on the street after the boy that just turned the corner.

Kichiku followed them in silence, and since he was a predator, no sound was heard from ether his steps nor breath. The men caught up to him soon enough, even though the boy had been running for his life and Kichiku saw from the shadows how they pinned him to the ground in a puddle of mud.

"Come on boy" one of the men said as he pushed the blond one's face down against the muddy ground. "You know if you come without a fight we will stop this right away…" Even though the man was smirking he was being perfectly honest and Kichiku felt it. The boy however showed no sign of giving in to him and the other men, instead he turned his head as much as he could and spit at the bottom of the man's shoos.

"Shut up you filth!"

The men laughed and pressed the blond head down again, the boy wining as the filth of the ground filled his nose and mouth. "Who is the filthy one now?" one of the men asked and the others laughed again. Kichiku smirked, feeling the fear and hatred surrounding the boy, feeling the satisfaction in the men's minds as one of them zipped his fly open. The boy twitched and tried with hands and legs to kick his way free but he couldn't get up as the older ones pushed him harder against the ground. "Oh stop fighting boy.. it'll only hurt more if you do…"

The blond squealed and Kichiku walked closer, wanting to see that pained expression on his face.

"No! stop it..!" he called as he tried to get his face out of the slimy water. He looked up as the man holding his head let it go to use his hands while pulling the boy's pants down instead. The blond one blinked and his eyes opened wide as he felt the fabric being pulled, revealing his vulnerable skin, still innocent and untouched by filthy human hands. "No…" His voice didn't work as he heard and felt the man coming closer to his body and he tried to turn around but with no luck. He was stuck in their grip and he had no way out. As the terrible truth hit him he looked straight into the darkness before him, wishing for the first time in his life that he would just die…

Kichiku felt it all around him in the air when the boy met his eyes, though without knowing it himself, no doubt. The pain and sadness in those orbs called desperately, not for help but for comfort and relief. Kichiku felt right in that moment how he was being dragged in, body and soul, just wanting to rescue him! It was insanity and he knew it. He wasn't allowed to help nether man nor monster… he was the Devil with a big "D"! He was to inflict pain, madness and death to all he touched and there were to be no exceptions. Still there was a longing in him now… a longing he hadn't felt since the day his childhood had been stolen from him so abruptly… he wanted to help this boy, not because he pitied him or thought he didn't deserve being molested in a dark alley… but because they were the same.

"Gentlemen" he called from the darkness and the men around the boy looked his way, surprised that there was someone lurking in the shadows. "I don't think you should keep up what you are about to do to this poor, defenseless boy…" His voice was calm, almost like smooth silk, as dark as the night sky, and they didn't see him and he could feel their fright as they tried to get a glimpse of him through the dark.

"Show yourself, asshole!" one of them called and Kichiku smirked, sending chills down the man's spine as if to warn him that wasn't the right thing to say. "C-come out so we can see'ya!"

Kichiku took some steps closer, revealing his handsome features that looked ghostly pale in the dim light from the lamp. The men all looked at him with fright in their eyes but the leader that now was holding his hardened dick inside his pants smirked in an attempt to hide his fear. Kichiku however had already felt it, as soon as the man had laid his eyes on him.

"Who do you think you are, telling us something like that pretty boy? He smirked and his gang members laughed even though it was obvious how scared they were. A nervous laughter, to say the least. "You think you can come here all dressed up and tell us that we should stop..?"

Kichiku gave him one gaze and the man backed one step back, feeling his stomach clench as something dripped down his spine. His followers didn't seem to have noticed though and he took a deep breath to conjure up his courage again. Kichiku walked closer and felt all eyes watching him, even the boy's pale, almost white-grey ones…

"My name is of no importance…" He answered and eyed the man closely. "But I highly recommend that you do as I say and let the boy go before it is to late…" The men were intimidated by his calm steady voice but they laughed never the less. They would never show how scared they were in front of their leader and nether would the leader himself. That would be their fall in the end...

"You can't think that we would actually listen to you when you don't state your name..?" the leader said with cold voice and pulled his hand back up to be able to fight if necessary. The smirk on Kichiku's lips was now spreading to his eyes and he looked at all of them, not just focusing on the leader anymore.

"You should know your place before speaking like that to an unknown man" he said and his voice was filled with soft but strong power. The men didn't seem to notice it but the boy certainly did, since he looked up with terror written all over his beautiful features. "And I suggest for your own sake... that you don't move.."

The men were struck dumb by this statement and just stood there with mouths wide opened for a moment. Kichiku slowly turned his attention to the boy, meeting his eyes with striking intensity. Making sure not to have the same harsh look anymore. He wouldn't want the boy to run away again and get caught by someone else now, would he.

"You should close your eyes... boy"


Now why did he say that? :O what will he do to help this little boy and what will happen when the elders finds out what he has done? :O find out if you keep reading!

and please review and tell me if I should keep it up! I wanna know what you think :)