And now the real drama starts :) Hehehe, enjoy chapter 7 of Distained by the one and only MiracleMoon124 :D

Sorry this was updated a day late, the computer was being evil to me again.


Yesterday is the New Tomorrow II

What was a man to do? Katou couldn't just barge into the secluded area, simply demanding for his Iwaki-san back. He wasn't born yesterday, if Taro really wanted to seek revenge on him for killing his lover, the worst would have to be accepted. First of all, how many men were there? Would their weapons be hidden or in visible sight? What where they doing to Iwaki-san?

His mind rained endless questions that he could only swat away, for he remembered every pitch Iwaki reached when he moaned out into the phone line. "Dammit…" Katou would occasionally curse to himself. He was standing outside of the area for almost half an hour, scanning the perimeter in hopes of finding a proper entrance without being noticed.

"This place is air tight!"

"Ugh! Dammit Taro, this is irritating." Katou heard a man about his age curse to the sky, stretching his muscles leisurely as the tall dark haired man simply inhaled the bitter aroma his lit cigarette expelled.

"Don't worry, as soon as Katou gets here you'll have your turn." He assured them, which caused the hidden actors veins to throb in anger.

"Oh, FUCK NO." Katou cursed in his mind, listening back to their conversation.

"Did everyone get out already now?" a man that looked a few years younger asked, scratching the back of his head as he filled his lungs with the fresh air that surrounded them.

"Yeah, the only one left inside is Iwaki; everyone was sick of staying in that goddamn warehouse for too long."

"Everyone?" Taro emphasized, raising an eyebrow at his fellow workers.

"Yeah, every thing's fine. Call us when Katou gets here, I want to enjoy the stars tonight." Kazu grinned, as the man beside him followed him towards the dark buildings. Taro limply leaned against the steel walls inhaling his cigarette smoke, shutting his eyes closed softly as Katou watched him in pure fury.

"I don't even smoke." He spat out to himself, discarding the bland cigarette as he stomped it into the ground, substituting his hands by placing them in his denim jean pockets.

Moving swiftly, Katou remained in complete darkness as he found the once heavily guarded area, hoping to god he could get out of here soon with his dearly beloved. "Iwaki-san, just wait a little longer!"

He shortly met the back entrance in the hazardous area, only for a look of disappointment to wash over him once he found out his only way in was locked. "I'm just saying, if Nami Yamada is really such a great singer, she would have been acknowledged for that at least once."

Jolting back, Katou once again hid behind the emerald green leaves, noticing two men walk towards his hidden spot. "I only get once chance..."

"Yeah, besides, once she made her debut it wasn't exac-" the dark haired man stopped, falling backwards as he gave out a small yelp, squirming as Katou thrived to hit his pressure points that laid on his neck, finally settling down as he was reduced to nothing more than an unconscious man.

"Hey Roy, what the hell ha-"collapsing to the ground, the hazel eyed man glanced up at Katou, his right cheek throbbing from the punch the actor plastered onto his face. "Hmph, your later than I thought." He grinned playfully, as Katou lunged at him, determined to keep the malicious man silent as he rescued his lover.

Those past few seconds felt endless, until Katou was able to reach his awaited goal by performing the same act to the second man. Yet, his mind felt unrest. It all seemed easy, too easy. He shook his head in agitation, as he grabbed the keys that his eyes hand landed upon earlier, and slowly opened the entrance of the barrier that kept him from the raven haired man he adored.

The lights inside remained on, yet his vision was blocked by the several tons of boxes piled up endlessly, almost reaching the second level of the warehouse as he closed the door behind him gently, planting the key used inside his pocket as he remained motionless for a moment or two, hearing faint pants as he waited for the sound of any one else to be heard.

Nothing.

Moving quickly, Katou's eyes shot open as his heart sunk to the bottom of hit stomach, racing over to his exhausted lover. "Iwaki-san!" he cried on in a hushed tone, crouching by his sides as he barely opened his unfocused eyes, his skin shivering as he teeth remained gritted, unable for Iwaki to look into Katous amber eyes.

"Ka-Katou…" he exhaled, his breathing unsteady as they came out hard.

"Iwaki-san, I'm getting you out of here."

Taking hold of the older mans quivering arms, Iwaki rejected his touch as he bit his lower lip, opening his mouth slightly, as if meaning to say something. But nothing came out, not even the slightest croak as he tried covering his nearly bare body. The only thing that remained on his burning flesh was the tattered shirt he obtained, it's buttons all mostly gone, as it was drenched in perpetrated sweat.

"R-Run…leave…" the raven haired man croaked, as Katou stared at him with soft, broken eyes. His wrists and ankles were now colored red by the irritation of the ropes used to tie them together, as Katou glanced at the thick vibrator trapped inside of him, wondering how long they have left him suffering like this.

"Iwaki-san, let's go, I'm not leaving without you." His voice was stern with a hint of concern, but again Iwaki rejected his hands from lingering on his body, which only seemed to confuse the blond further.

"Tra…" Iwaki croaked, this was just too much for one moment to take.

"Katou, it's a trap!" he nearly shrieked, tears flowing from his forsaken eyes, but before the younger actor could react, it was far too late.

"Bullet proof, wasn't it? My plan that is." Taro grinned, as the dark haired man beside him agreed, nearly unable to understand how capable this man was at analyzing these situations.

"Right down to the last second, it's pretty frightening." the chilled man spoke in a smooth tone to the relaxed man beside him, tightening Katou's ropes as he sat on the floor, chained as he sneered at the several men looming over him.

"Taro, this is business between you and me, Iwaki-san has nothing to do with this, and neither do your henchmen." He spat out, shit…he was in his own grave! And worse, he was even creating Iwaki's too. He couldn't bare watch the steadfast man he adored being ashamed or humiliated. He had to act fast, but getting out of this god abandoned place, was going to be a lot harder than coming in. And the truthful fact was, he was set up. From the anticipated arrival, to them predicting he would choose the back door, and knock out the closest people who would strangely pass by in those seconds.

Dammit it was an idiotic choice, it all seemed too easy, and now he was fucked.

"But I must admit though, Katou, it's about time you got here. Everyone here was tired of waiting, and we possibly couldn't start the show without an audience." He grinned maliciously, as chills ran down Katou's now sweat drenched back. This wasn't going to go well…

The smug man walked towards a helpless Iwaki, gazing into his gray eyes that shone with murder and hatred, taking pride in the work he had effortlessly done. "Alright Iwaki-san, you choose." He began, reaching for the vibrating contraction that lay inside of him, as he pulled it out rapidly, watching with delight as the actors face cringed in response, moaning from the back of his throat at the sudden action.

Tilting his head upwards with index finger "Iwaki-san, would you allow someone else to violate you in front of Katou's eyes?" he smirked, knowing fully well how the raven haired man would respond.

"What are you, high?" the annoyed man sneered.

Gray met with bronze, as the two stared deeply into each others eyes endless, until Taro once again landed upon his feet, his hands in his pocket as he hummed questionably, walking in circles of the imprisoned dark haired actor, as Katou watched from afar, feeling a drop of sweat slide down the side of his temple.

"Hmmm, this is going to be a real problem then." He sighed, closing his eyes playfully as the young President gritted his teeth, wishing his ropes were even the least bit loose.

"How so?" Iwaki nearly spat out.

The last step Taro made echoed through Iwaki's ear drums, as the triumphant man stared into the opposite direction of his captured play mate.

"You see Iwaki-san, Katou's like depends entirely on the next decision you make." Smiling as he spoke that sentence with pride.

He could feel the blood drain out of his head, as Iwaki swallowed hard, trying his best not to gasp out a reply. "Where are you getting at?"

The air remained solid, not a sound lingering upon the atmosphere as the pressure of that moment buried into the actors shoulders like a mountain of bricks, crushing all aspects of life within him. "You have two options…" he started.

"Compensate with your body, which will ensure Katou's life as saved, or deny my offer and watch him be killed before your very eyes."

His bottom lip began to bleed a dark, crimson red as his eyes remained forceful and unchanged. "How do I know you won't simply go against your word and kill Katou the second your done with me?" he shot back, but dammit, this was a war Iwaki knew he was going to lose…

Taro simply shrugged as response. "Suit yourself Iwaki-san, and this entire time I believed you loved Katou more than your very life." He whistled, walking towards Katou with short, paced steps as he stood before him, glaring down at the pissed off blonde.

"Go ahead, kill me. I'd rather die now than watch you soil Iwaki-san!" he spoke, his tongue spiteful as he braced himself, Taro pulling out the all too familiar weapon from his right sided pants pocket, he aimed the fully loaded revolver to Katou's head. Iwaki's eyes shot open while his heart flooded with iron, as the haunting bronze eyes Taro possessed turned back to the now mentally weak man behind him.

"Choose Iwaki-san. Compensate, or watch Katou's brains splatter upon this very floor." His eyes looked merciless; the powerless man knew that he wasn't in the position to fiddle with a answer that was meant to be already answered. Holy shit, he was really going to do it! His index finger on the trigger moved inwards slowly, as the raven haired man felt his throat going dry, reminding himself that time was scarce in this situation.

"For how long do I have to endure?" he spoke, ashamed as Katou's expression changed from being poise, to utterly shocked.

"Iwaki-san? NO!"

"You only have to do it with everyone here, and there are only about 13 men, including myself. This is a simple exchange for keeping Katou alive, right?"

That wasn't the problem, he had nothing against having other men contaminate his body if it were ensure Katuo's safety, but in the process of saving his lover, he knew fully well that this would also he hurting him from the inside. He understood the jealousy the blond obtained, but no matter how far this wound would scar, it was far better than death.

"Ok."

" 'Ok' what?" Taro retaliated, as Iwaki cringed his fingers into each other, unable to look up from the floor he was resting on.

"Ok, I'll do it. Do whatever you want with me, as long as Katou and I return back home after all of this unharmed."

"Iwaki-san, stop!" Katou tried to persuade, but again, it was too late. His beloved had made his decision, and nothing done to him would change his mind.

Thinking deeply, Taro returned the gun to his pocket, walking towards the determined actor as he gazed into his eyes once again, his voice turning sincere and gentle. "Sorry Iwaki-san, but there's not guarantee that you will return home 'unharmed'"

He then fell to a trap of bitter laughter, motioning for the first batch to entertain themselves. "And, a little rule meant to be remembered. Iwaki-san, if you or Katou try anything to escape before you're done paying your oath, then Katou's life is as good as gone." He mentioned, but still the actor's eyes remained unchanged.

"I understand." He answered obediently, his yes floating astray from the other mans, as a playful smile landed effortlessly onto his well structured face.

"Alright then, let's begin."


QUEUE DRAMATIC MUSIC!

Oh Iwaki-san, love shall prevail all~!

But in this fanfic...will it really?

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