Viva La Vida: Breaking The Dragon's Head C4
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It's like I'm drowning at sea, hoping that you reach for me. I know you're there, but I can't see - Tragic Endings by Eminem Feat. Skylar Grey
Wang Yao opened his eyes and was greeted by the white ceiling again. Anger fills him up once more and he started fidgeting around, but much to his dismay his mouth was seal shut with cloth and he was fitted tightly in a straitjacket. He managed to struggle to his side and what laid beside him scared the living hell out of him: Ivan was lying half naked asleep.
Yao's face turned ugly and the shock from the discovery jerk his body away from the sleeping giant. He's just sleeping only isn't he? Yao thought. The moonlight pouring in is especially bright tonight and Yao could see the monster's facial features clearly. Tall and straight nose is his defining feature, his eyelashes is the same platinum blonde as his soft hair that hang messily across his forehead. But the smirk on his face makes Yao feel like hitting him, if he could. He hated him, he hated this man that defiled him. Only thoughts of erasing him from this earth ran through his mind.
As though his cursing thoughts seems to get to Ivan, the man he is glaring holes at suddenly open his eyes and stare back innocently at Yao. This threw him in a panic as he tried to wiggle away to the other side of the bed, away from Ivan.
'You're awake.' he mumbled sleepily. 'Do you still feel like puking?' he continued in concern, moving closer and grabbing Yao's body towards his chest much to Yao's disgust. Yao protested by trashing and making noises underneath his bound as much as possible, he refuses to touch any part of this man again.
'Don't move so much. You'll hurt our baby.' Ivan said, holding him tightly. The word 'baby' seems to trigger something within Yao and he started trashing harder against Ivan, but Ivan only held on tighter. Yao refuses to give up, he felt so revolted to be force to share such an intimate ties with this man. A man. Ivan Braginsky
'I shall only warn you once. ' Ivan suddenly growled lowly, his fingers wrapped around Yao's neck and held tight. 'If my child is hurt in any way, I will not let you off.' he continued, whispering with such threatening demeanor that even Yao seems to think twice before disobeying him.
Slowly, Ivan finally let Yao go only to find his defiant eyes glaring at Ivan's face. 'Look at your pretty face.' he stated admiringly, squeezing Yao's cheeks between his fingers. 'Such a pity you're such a spiteful brat. You will be so much cuter if you start begging, like how you did when I fill you all the way up.'
Every single words spewing out of Ivan's mouth is aimed only to infuriate Yao, but Yao could only stare back angrily at him in his current situation. 'Do you really hate having my child that much?' Ivan asked casually, reaching out to a scissor from medical trolley at his side of the bed. He proceeded to snip the cloth around Yao's mouth apart.
'Yes.' an answer spat out the moment the cloth is off, with no hint of hesitation.
'Straightforward as always.' Ivan replied, grazing the sharp scissors lightly across Yao's cheek. 'You're really not cute at all Yao-yao.'
'State your fucking term.'
'Oh you know my term very well Yao. I don't think I need to say it twice.'
'Fine. Get rid of this bastard child inside me and I will consider it.' Yao snapped.
'You know. I'm a little sad that you called our child a bastard. I even thought of names for our little baby. It's going to be a little boy and I will call him Misha, don't y-'
'Shut the fuck up! What is it that you want?' Yao shouted at the man.
'Well my dear Yao, my point is: considering alone is not any good, I will need to have some concrete proof that you will take actions according to our agreement. Or I'll just have to let our child live on.' Ivan taunted in a light hearted manner, trailing the scissors now to his tummy. 'In here.'
'What do you want?'
'I want the deed of the Venetian casino in Macau. I know you own at least one or two deed to that casino, and all I am asking is just one.'
Yao glare at Ivan, breathing heavily from the anger at this exorbitant demand and humiliating words, but calculative plan have already gone through his mind before he speak: 'Fine. Get rid of this abomination and I will make sure you get one of the deed.'
'No Yao. You don't get to make decisions here. You're in my land, my territory, and so my decision. You are going to make sure I get the deed before I will consider getting rid our child for you.' Ivan said, constantly repeating and emphasizing the word 'our child' to irritate Yao.
Yao gritted his teeth and closes his eyes to keep himself from blowing off. He is this close to murder, and this close to tearing this person apart, but he is bounded and under the mercy of the man infamous for being unreasonable and irrational. His pride is wounded and all he could do is see it all being trampled to pieces, so he did the only thing he could do to salvage it: he chose to be silent.
Noticing that Yao have chosen silence as his answer, Ivan waited. He is patient, but he gets bored as well, so Ivan started pinching and playing with Yao's cheek much to the victim's mortification. Yao held his ground, he refuses start shouting like a mad man so that Ivan could get a kick out of it. The fingers running around his face suddenly stopped. Just when Yao thought that everything is over, a wet warmth vodka filled breath cover his lips, Yao open his eyes in shock to find Ivan placing his lips onto his and attempting to push his tongue into his mouth. Yao pull away enough for him the cried out 'What are you doing?' before Ivan closes the gap again.
The kiss is forceful and unprofessional, Yao was caught off guard by Ivan's action so he could only bear with it as Ivan's slimy tongue force pass his lips and twiddle with his tongue. The ticklish feeling is gross when you know that the other party's saliva is pouring into your mouth and you are forced to swallow it lest you get drowned in it. And it's even harder to reject it when Ivan is literally holding his head, not allowing him to turn away. A sharp pain soon followed on his lips, Ivan nibble and suck so hard that Yao swore the delicate skin on his lip broke.
Ivan broke apart and stare at Yao's unimpressed look. 'You're fucking gross.' Yao finally said, not wanting to swallow whatever saliva that is left in his mouth. 'Untie me, I need to go to the washroom.'
'No. If you can swallow Toris's water. You can swallow mine.' Ivan smiled, genuine in his own opinion, creepily condescending in Yao's opinion. Yao is utterly disgusted by Ivan's words, his whole skin crawls as the recollection pound mercilessly in his head just like how Ivan pound mercilessly into his body the very first day he was kidnapped into this god forsaken place. He recalled how he crawl to the bathroom bloodied and bruised after the deed was done, feeling beyond dirty. His skin was scrub red and raw and he was only forcibly stopped by the doctor and nurses after.
Everything filled him up with indescribable resentment that scream for revenge. But he's hands are tied, quite literally. Where is Hao Jing, Jia Long and Xiao Mei? He thought aggressively, they are taking way too long to get him, almost beyond his limit of forgiveness.
'I don't want to.' Yao replied.
Ivan let out a breath of intoxicating air heavily, spraying it across Yao's face. They slept on their side facing each other like a sleeping couple, yet what is exchanged between them concerns the world. 'I really really don't like repeating myself Yao-Yao. Do I really have to be forced to add this into the deal as well. Swallow it or our agreement will be off.'
'You...' Yao gritted his teeth.
'Be a good boy. I'll let you free once you swallow.' Ivan cooed cheerily. 'I promise.' He pauses for a moment before adding 'But you will have to sleep with me as well. Of course not like the first night when you're here, what are you thinking.' he chuckled.
Yao could swear that he could feel steam coming out from his nose, but slowly he shut his eyes and in one resigning gulp, swallowed all the content in his mouth in agony. 'That's a good boy!' Ivan praised immediately after. 'What a good boy.' he repeated, this time untying the buckles, clips and Velcro that held his partner down.
Finally free, the very first thing Yao did was to rush to the bathroom. He spat whatever saliva is left out, grab a toothbrush and squeeze an overflowing amount of toothpaste before brushing his teeth and gums hard. The brownish blood from the gums stain the white bubbly spit on the sink and Yao gargle his mouth and wash those taint off, seeing in slight relief as they swirl down all in the sink.
He splash the cold water still running over his face multiple times, seeking to get his cool back. The taunting and threat did get to him, he could feel fear and anger sending tremors all over his body, and he knows he need to face Ivan with a clear head again.
Yet the nagging truth of the baby growing inside him threaten to break his facade. 'Get a hold of yourself Yao, get a hold of yourself Yao, get a fucking hold of yourself Yao!' he mumbled, breathing hard from the agitation. 'You'll be okay. Trust me you'll be okay.' he repeated over and over. He can't. He's on the verge of breaking down and the feeling is all too familiar again. He look into the mirror and found a face pale as sheet from the cold water and illness, long strand of hair becomes darker in contrast as it stick on messily like tentacles all over his face and neck. It stares at him back like a frightened animal. Trembling fingers slowly reaches out to the pathetic face in the mirror, it slowly traces the cheek and jaw of the reflection.
'I..I.. I'll fix you again.' Yao whispered under his breath, and unknowingly tears starting dripping down his cheek. 'Don't cry. I promise I'll fix you again.' he continued, using his free arm to wipe the tears hastily across his eyes. 'See, you're okay. You will be okay. We came so far and no one was able to stop us. Trust me. We did it once and this will be nothing. I promise.'
You're right.
And with that, Wang Yao smiled to the boy in the mirror.
Wang Yao came out of the bathroom and stop short at the end of the bed. The change of expression on his face did not go unnoticed by Ivan, but Ivan only half sit over the other end of the bed admiring him. Seems like even he can't seem to break this man at all can he?
'Come to me.' Ivan said, spreading his arms for a hug. His chiseled upper body is riddled with scars from gunshot wounds and long cuts from sharp object of some sort, but the ugliest one of them all is still the massive one protruding around his neck. It seems that the fibrous tissue grew unevenly around his wound multiple times, signs that its owner did not take very good care of himself when this wound is inflicted. Yao stared at that wound, still a little hesitating to just crawl into the hands of his enemy.
'Are you afraid of this?' Ivan asked innocently, one hand touching the scar on his neck. 'It still hurts sometimes.' he trailed off.
'No.' Yao replied before promptly crawling in the bed slightly away, beside Ivan. He was stripped off of everything prior to the bathroom trip and its getting a little cold now that he is much more aware of his surroundings. He don't particularly want to hear Ivan's story too, all he want is to settle his part of the deal, get rid of this child, and go back home to China. Hao Jing must be having a hard time dealing with the Elders back home if they do realise that the Dragon Head is gone, revenge on Ivan can come later.
'You will remember our agreement in the morning.' Yao said quietly.
'Of course.' Ivan replied after a little moment, seemingly lost in thought just now. 'In exchange, I would add on a few new import routes on my part that I know will be useful to you.'
'I do not need them. I am not a weapon trader like you.'
'Treat it as a contribution to the project. I heard from Denmark that some of the goods to Tianjin was delayed due to some nosy authorities. If it's something even those Nordic basterds can't deliver on time, then something is really wrong. I believe somebody is trying to mess this project up for whatever reasons and I believe it is an inside job.'
Yao gave Ivan a quick glance and said 'Do not assume. Project Opus is built on trust.'
'Right, I'll just bring this up during our next meeting then.'
The cold breeze slipping in from the unhinged door slowly assimilate the heater's warmth. Yao's body reacted to this change by subconsciously tremble, 'Achoo.' an unexpected sneeze from Yao, but he just rubbed his nose in response.
'Come over here.' Ivan said, pulling up the blanket wanting Yao to snuggle under it, right beside him.
Yao hesitated.
'It's all part of the deal.'
Yao turned his head and let out a little sigh of resignation before moving himself under the blanket. Ivan covered him up, tucking the sides nicely so that no cold air will go in. He wrapped his arms and legs on top of Yao, hugging him.
Argh, so heavy, Yao thought.
But Yao cannot deny that Ivan is incredibly warm in this cold room and it is making him sleepy again. He is only glad that their skin are not touching each other, at least it's the best scenario out of this unpleasant situation. He closes his eyes. Tomorrow will get better, and that's the last thing he thought of that night.
It was a long time after did those words held in the heart spill out in the darkest of the night: 'We had the same scars. Why are you rejecting me?'
