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Chapter 4

"Are you ready to do as I have asked?" A molten chocolate voice rumbled in Takaba Akihito's ear, making the sandy haired boy stand and spin around in surprise; not having noticed another presence in his prison until said presence was already in groping distance.

Seeing the long raven hair and cold eyes of Feilong Liu, Takaba instantly felt his expression slam shut; the open shock changing to a dulled anger. "I won't be taking 'no' for an answer." The leader of the Beishe warned, cringing almost, in wait for the snapping reply that the older man was sure would come his way.

A flat, tension filled silence met both his words and apprehension.

Knots of concern and guilt twisted in his gut as Feilong looked at the boy standing in front of him. He hadn't meant to keep Akihito locked in the basement for as long as he did, in fact he'd only been planning on keeping him in the cage for a single night. But the regret and shame from his actions had stopped him from even thinking of the photographer for more than a moment. He hadn't been able to pluck up the courage (not that he'd admit it) to let him out and allow there to be a chance of bumping into him as Fei went about his daily routine.

To cajole or harass Asami's former pet wasn't his objective when he finally forced himself to unlock the door to the underground gaol and confront Takaba in his small cage. No, in fact it was only to apologise; something that his mind and mouth, apparently, wouldn't allow to happen. Even as he mentally kicked himself his mouth ran off on him, continuing to dig himself deeper into that hole he had carved for himself.

"Answer me. Your body must be begging for a man's touch." The photographer continued to look away, "Most likely Asami's, do you imagine him at night, his hands running all over your body; touching you in those places that drive you wild." Feilong smirked as Akihito finally turned his head to send him a glare. His eyes were filled with that damped anger, nothing like the searing furnace of rage there would have once been roaring to life in those caramel orbs.

"You don't know anything." The lighter haired man croaked, his voice hoarse from lack of use. "Either let me out or leave me alone."

Feilong blinked, taken aback at the lack of emotion in the boy's voice. Had the young man finally cracked? Did he destroy Takaba's normally rock hard inner strength? Something seemed to tear his heart in two at the thought. If he had broken the boy he would never forgive himself, so he refused to believe it. Shoving away the obvious truth and filling the space it left with excuses as he pulled a metaphorical blindfold over his eyes, shielding himself from the boy's internal agony.

A snort of derision left the tall man as he walked over to the door of the cage, unlocking it and stepping inside. "Let you go so Asami can capture you, get you to tell him where you have been hiding and get me into trouble." He raises an elegant eyebrow locking the door behind him. "No thank you."

"You're still afraid of Asami aren't you?" Akihito mutters, eyes bland as they looked at the man walking towards him.

This made Feilong stiffen, stop in his tracks and stare wide eyed at the boy; his anger raising its ugly head. "And what exactly makes you think that?"

Takaba blinks, "You won't let me go because you don't want to get into trouble..."

The older man snarls angrily, "I was half thinking of giving you a break and not fucking you. But I think I've changed my mind."

Akihito pales, pressing back against the wall of his cage, as far away from Feilong as possible. "Don't."

A small spark of fear lit in Takaba's gut, he didn't want this, the only thing he wanted was to be left alone. "Feilong... don't..." He muttered again as the tall man pressed on his shoulders, slowly forcing the light haired man to his knees. "Please?" He almost sobs as his legs give way and he falls to the ground.

"Be quiet." Feilong snaps, unzipping his fly with one hand, the other holding the photographer still. Gripping his cock he pulls it free of his jocks then forces the boy's head closer. "Just do it already, it's the only fucking thing you're good for."

The words make Akihito stiffen, completely unmoving. "I... su... suppose you're right." He mutters, eyes lighting up with the most expression he had shown in the entirety of this confrontation. "That's all I can be used for..." Takaba feels his throat and chest tighten as he holds back tears, feeling more than he had for weeks.

Since he had been thrown in his cage the photographer was barely a shadow of his normal self, still thinking like normal, but his emotions were held at arm's length, like he was able to touch them, but only briefly and lightly. Completely different to the constant pressing of anger, annoyance, happiness, the constant pushing and pressing of emotions he had felt before everything had happened.

A sense of complete and utter worthlessness pervaded all of his senses now, it was true. He had never been any good at anything else, he was even a third rate journalist. Feilong was right, being a sex toy was all he was good for.

Giving in to the pressing hand on the back of his head Takaba leant forward, tongue flicking out to press against the taller man's slit for a moment before pulling back and being replaced with his lips. The sandy haired man closed his eyes tightly, his lips parting with a wet sucking sound as he allowed the head of the huge member in his mouth, his wet tongue flicking over the surface repeatedly.

No noise came from Feilong, it was only the tightening of his hand in Akihito's hair that showed that the other man was even feeling anything. Taking more of the raven haired man's erection in his mouth, the sandy haired boy tightened his lips and hummed around it. Using everything he had learned since he first met the taller man. The photographer pushed his head along the shaft further, deep throating the leader of the Beishe.

A grunt surprises Takaba in allowing his eyes to fly open and stare up at Feilong. The darker haired man had his eyes squeezed shut, his lips parted and his breath coming in short ragged bursts. During the time the photographer had spent with him he had never seen the man this aroused, this pleasured. A small jump of satisfaction perked its head up and sent a shot of a need to please directly to the boy's mind.

Swallowing hard around the cock, Akihito reached a hand up and took Feilong's balls in his hand, fingers light as he teased the skin. The combination of his hand movements and the walls of his mouth and throat contracting brought a low groan from the other. Takaba's eyes twinkled somewhat happily, his mind pushing away all depressing thoughts and focusing on making this gorgeous specimen of a man orgasm as quickly as possible.

In fact it was barely thirty seconds later when the older man came, grunting as he arched his hips forward. The photographer was somehow able to swallow everything before the now flaccid member was withdrawn from his mouth.

Panting Feilong looked at the young man in surprise, "You've... improved..." He gulped, swallowing his breathes in an attempt to bring back his fragile composure.

Takaba nods, "Thanks... I think." He mutters slumping back to sit on his ass.

"What, you think we're done?"

The brunette sends him a look, "You've already come."

Feilong raises that elegant eyebrow again, "Do you really think that I would leave without fucking you?"

"Of course not..." Akihito sighs, standing then dropping his pants and jocks, he'd just be raped if he didn't go along with it. So rather than his usual fight he gave in straight away. Surprising the hell out of the raven haired man who just stared for a moment before a smirk slid across his face.

"I see you finally know how to react." Pulling on a mask of false bravado, Feilong took a hold on Takaba's shoulders spinning him around to push the boy up against the bars of the cage. His mind was whirring both from the amazing blow job he just received and the photographer's easy acceptance of a fuck. Something was clearly wrong with the brunette, the leader of the Beishe just chocked it up to not having been touched in so long. That blindfold still stuck over his eyes.

Even as he fucked Takaba into the bars, even as he drove the pair of them into a frenzy, even as he saw tears slip, unnoticed by the boy, down the other's cheeks, it stayed in place. Even as Akihito screamed Asami's name when Feilong finally shoved them over the edge and into the oblivion of a rocketing orgasm the blindfold never shifted.

AND IT'S DONE! Hope you guys enjoyed! The next chapter should be up LOADS quicker.

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