A/N: Same day as the last chapter, it's just in Teito's POV. I apologize for the shortness of the chapter but it was…difficult to write, for more reasons than one. But I'm sure I've given you guys less in the past *cough cough* (^_^);

Chapter Ten

Day 7: Capitulate

The sound of a slamming door was the first thing that cut through Teito's groggy sleep, his arms swinging lifelessly at almost the same rhythm as the warm body beneath him. He twitched but, for whatever reason, his eyes wouldn't open. He sharply inhaled, his lungs filling with icy air before fatigue taunted him back into sleep.

x-x-x

The next time he dizzily awoke was at the feel of warm fingers running along his bare skin. Sleepy eyes blinked open, watching as pale hands pulled away his slacks and discarded them onto the ground. His head rolled lazily and it was back to sleeping once more.

x-x-x

Teito woke with a start, his entire body jerking to life though a constricting force reined him back, forced drowsiness back into his system and relaxed tight muscles. He wanted, at least, to open his eyes but it almost felt as if his body had fallen asleep, his mind oblivious to the fact that it too should be in a naturally-occurring stupor.

He could hear the faint footsteps of someone walking about, the sound of rustling fabric, of light breathing, and the incoherent mumbles of a young man. He could hear the soft sound of a nail being driven into dry plaster, of running water, soft and almost soothing, and he could hear the clinking sound of chains crashing into one another and cuffs snapping in place.

Teito was completely aware of the world around but he had no control of his body, no control of the light tremors coursing through him, or of the tears threatening to spill.

The blanket currently settled on him seemed to press heavily on his chest, constricting his breathing and making the simple act difficult. His hands lay uselessly at his sides, underneath the blanket. His fingers gently touched his thigh, and Teito was acutely aware that there was nothing separating the skin-on-skin contact. His thumb twitched higher up his thigh, barley grazing the rim of the clothing he was wearing. Teito wasn't sure yet, but he felt naked under whatever was covering his torso. Fear choked his throat, making the hot tears stream quickly down his sunken cheeks and a sharp prickling pain to run down his spine at every missed inhale.

What was going to happen to him?

That single thought consumed his entire attention. The last thing he remembered was feeling almost…safe in a stranger's home, and now…

Now Teito could feel the heavy weight of metal enclosed around his ankle. He struggled uselessly to at least open his eyes, but the more he struggled the more it felt as if he was a prisoner in his own body.

"Mi-ka-ge-chaaaaaan~" a male's voice cooed his best friends name, making Teito cringe at the sound. "Are you awake? I can't tell."

A warm hand slipped onto Teito's cheek, finally getting a reaction out of his numb body. He jerked away from the touch, still unable to open his eyes though thankful that the tears had finally stopped.

"You are awake. Hmmm, maybe I used too much…"

"D-dun't toush me…" Teito growled, finally finding his voice though wondered where the rest went. Where was that snarl he was known for? That spark, life? He sounded defeated and dead, as if he was retaliating just because he could, not because he had the confidence to back up his threats.

Lance chuckled: that single stupid act seemed to back up the confidence he had. "My, my; such a bark."

"Fuck off," Teito slurred, earning another chuckle from the blond standing beside the bed.

"Let's not get an attitude now, shall we? I wouldn't want to give you a penalty so early in this."

"In what?" Teito finally snapped, his voice finally holding that sharpness and precision he was used to having.

"I thought it would be obvious," Lance feigned innocence, his tone light and confused. He ran slim fingers ran through Teito's tousled brown locks, amused as the younger male attempted to move away from the touch. "Just think of it as your return to the Host Club," he continued with the same light tone, "but without any civil rights."

A heavy weight settled uneasily over Teito as he slowly opened tired eyes to catch Lance's own dark auburn eyes watching him intently. They held no mischief, but an almost sadistic pleasure lurked beneath their reddish depths.

The fear and uncertainty must have shown in Teito's face for Lance quickly pulled away, a grin pulling the edge of his lips and exposing teeth.

"Don't look like such a startled pup, Mikage. I'm not into abuse." That grin slowly faded and was replaced with an all-knowing smirk. The amusement could still be seen in his eyes as he titled his head off to one side, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Can't vouch for clientele though."

"C-clientele?" Almost at a turtle's pace, Teito's mind began processing the bits and pieces of information he had been given. It should have been evident since the beginning but the entire weight of the situation seemed to finally settle. "You're selling me?"

A surge of adrenaline seemed to neutralize whatever had caused the stupor in his body, and Teito quickly threw the blanket keeping him in place aside. As he turned to his side, ready to leap at the bastard and pound the blond's head in with his fists, Teito found himself being thrown back onto the bed, a heavy weight crashing on his abdomen. Growing, he looked up to catch those amused brown hues before he winced painfully, his entire body jerking as his wrists were taken by a single hand and held over his head.

The body on top of Teito lifted, the weight on his wrists excruciating as his bony wrists dug into each other and a knee was placed along his navel, pressing down agonizingly. He struggled to breath normally, cracking open an eye to properly glare at Lance.

"Get off," Teito threatened, pulling against his wrists uselessly. For someone who claimed they were not into abuse, Lance certainly knew how to keep someone down.

The blond chuckled in retaliation, his jovial mask slipping as his eyes burned with something bordering on rage. "I'm really starting to lose my patience, Mikage. I suggest we shimmer down before either of us does something they will later regret."

Growing, Teito continued the act of trying to free himself. When it was obvious he would not be able to free his wrists, Teito pulled a leg towards his chest, right under Lance's raised body, and was prepared to kick the blond's when he caught sight of that flash of metal a little too late.

Lance had heard the jingle of chains and had already placed a foot on the metal links by the time Teito had pulled his knee up. Simultaneously, the blond pushed his knee further down into Teito's abdomen and dragged his chain-bound ankle back into its pervious straight position.

Wincing only briefly, Teito pulled his other leg, ready to retaliate, but his knee was caught by Lance's unused hand, causing the larger male's entire bulk settle on Teito. He was splayed awkwardly on the bed, causing flickers of pain to shoot throughout his sore body. He growled as he tried to free himself: pulling on his wrists and ankle, trying to move his unchained leg, but it only seemed the more he moved, the heavier Lance seemed and thus the more injury he caused himself.

That, however, only made things more difficult. Frustrated at his inability to remove one man from atop of him, Teito retaliated with more ferocity, with energy he didn't possess. Soon he was panting, too tired to try anymore.

"I fucking trusted you," he grinded out through clenched teeth, eyes purposely kept away from making any kind of contact with the auburn eyes watching Teito from above. There was not a single word that could perfectly describe how utterly incompetent he felt at the moment, only a cluster of them: stupid, naïve, irritated, discouraged, depressed.

"That, actually, wasn't your first mistake. Your first mistake," Lance paused, licking his lips before continuing, "was implying that you ran away from home. Your next mistake was telling me about your former drug condition."

"W-what does that have t-to do with anything?" Teito wheezed, too exhausted to shout.

"Because," the hand on Teito's knee uncurled his limb, a second later the pressure on his abdomen disappeared and later reappeared on his recently released thigh. Now possessing a free hand, Lance slipped out a secured syringe from within his coat pocket. "With this little guy," he played with the liquid filled needle in between two fingers, looking at the clear liquid almost longingly, "you'll be doubling over with pleasure that you won't even have time, or the patience,to think about punching any of my customers in the face."

Teito glared at the syringe, darting his displeased gaze towards the blond every few seconds. "What the h-hell is that?"

Finally catching Teito's flickering eyes, Lance lowered himself onto the smaller male, making sure to keep the teen's legs pinned down with his own.

"This," he rested his elbow on the bed, presenting the needle to Teito as the clear liquid shimmered with odd golden specks, "is a Histani Hindrian cocktail. Eighty-eight point nine percent pure Histani and ninety-six percent pure Hindrian. Their street counterparts are only, roughly," he fiddled with the word, twirling the pointed object between his fingers before allowing the transparent liquid to settle, "fifty percent pure, each. And that's if you get it straight from the manufactures. This little guy is a real pain in the ass to make: it takes weeks to get one stupid bloody drop but who needs the chemistry lesson now, hm?"

Teito swallowed, hard, his sights never straying from the syringe.

"This affects recovering addicts significantly higher than any other drug, but I'll let you figure that out on your own." With a grinning mouth, Lance placed the plastic cover in between his lips, pulling it off with a sharp snap and spitting it off to a side.

"N-no! Get offa me!" Teito's terrified gaze was kept on that terribly sharp needle as it neared his neck. He twisted and turned, doing everything he could to keep moving. He knew how Hindrian was taken (no matter if it was mixed with Histani): it had to be injected into the jugular vein, if it wasn't pumped through the heart before circulating there was a higher possibility that the effects would reverse. Pain instead of pleasure. Excruciating, mind-numbing, body-crippling pain.

Teito was ready to welcome pain instead of the unwanted feel of another sharing his bed. Sure, Teito used to sell himself for drugs but he had done that willingly. He had indulged in that, loved it even. And not just because of the wonderful effects of the drugs, but also because of the company. So many women, a few men here and there. They requested him, demanded for him at times. He had never received attention like that before: lustful want. The only other time Teito had been wanted was for other reasons. Reasons that made his life seem so undeniably depressing.

But he didn't want to be that person anymore. Those people wanted him for the same reasons the military did – Teito realized that now. They wanted him for what he could provide, not for who he was. And just like the military, those people had left him damaged, left him to pick up the pieces of his shattered life.

And Teito wasn't about to let this bastard ruin the little progress he had made. The progress Frau had struggled, seemingly against his nature, for Teito to realize that he needed.

Lance snarled above him, irritation finally breaking away his mask. His eyes burned furiously, his face scrunched up with pure anger. He cradled the needle in between his lips before raising that fist and striking Teito on the side of the head.

The first strike had caused Teito's mind to balance unsteadily, throbbing pain pulsing in time with the veins along his temple. He groaned but still had enough control of himself to keep moving, fighting against the dominant force above him. The second strike, however, rattled him terribly that he had forgotten how to breathe for a moment.

The only noise in his ears was that of pumping blood – rushing, pulling inside arteries and veins. His vision sparked in an array of slurred, brilliant colors like the sight of exploding zaphion: shimmering as it disappeared into nothingness.

It took too much energy to keep his eyes open, and even though the alarms ringing in his head spiked at the feel of a small prick on his neck (something that cut through the rest of his pain and flared almost agonizingly), Teito was not in control of himself to even respond to it.

Almost immediately, his entire body shivered: a ripple that ran from the top of his head to every single toe, before he relaxed almost inhumanely. His limbs felt heavy, caressed with soft licks of warmth that he wondered why he had been fighting to keep that shimmering liquid away. It felt so delicate, inviting. This wasn't the pleasure he had associated with Hindrian in past experiences, or Histani for that matter. This was something so surreal; something that seemed could never be described with words alone.

Compared to the cocktail he had been given, Hindrian and Histani alone seemed like a lustful one-night stand. All masochistic ravish, where you plunge yourself in and get it done quick because you are about ready to explode and you need to rid yourself of it. It was hard and fast, no emotions just lustful instincts.

But now, it felt like he was being held so delicately, touched so delicately. Like if soft fingers were weaving their way into his hair, not to keep him in place but to relax, comfort. It felt like butterfly kisses: soft lips barely touching skin but causing much more reaction than lustful bites.

The pain he had felt was gone, both physical and emotional. It was as if Teito was cradled in the softest of materials, cradled in the arms of someone he loved and trusted. It was so comforting, so welcoming, that Teito could not stop the prickle of tears in his eyes. It was too much emotion forced into such a small space.

It was just so heart-breaking: heart-breaking that Teito had never felt like that before. The closest thing he had felt to something like that was when his best friend was still around. How the two of them were always together, how they promised to always be together. A comforting feeling that even he, a war sklave, could find solace in another human being. They depended on each other: no third party there to cause their loyalty to be forcefully split.

It was the two of them. The two of them and everyone else.

The soft pitter-patter of watered snow hitting a window in the room slowly pulled Teito back into reality and seemed to almost force him to open his eyes. He had to know if what he was feeling was real. He had to know if everything before had just been a nightmare. If, in fact, none of it had ever really happened.

No being kidnapped.

No trusting in a complete stranger.

No learning of his idiotic attraction to a certain blond.

No drugs and sex.

No losing his best friend.

No taking refuge in the Basburg Church.

No fleeing the military.

No attempted murder of the Chief of Staff.

It had to be the day before the military exam. The day he and Mikage had stayed up late sparring, sharpening their skills so they wouldn't end up looking like idiots – or killed.

That had been his life. It was meant to be his life. He had been thrown so early into the military that Teito could not see himself doing anything else. His Zaphion was molded to be something destructive, and that was basically the only talent he had. The creative part of his mind had been pounded into oblivion. The logical part of him had been shaped to follow orders, never make them himself. What he had learned was improvising tactical strategies in the midst of battle, and the quickest way to kill a man. He could never be normal, never be a citizen who worked a nine-to-five job. He was meant to wear a uniform and salute with his right hand to his superior officer. He was meant to never question, only follow.

He was meant to be a tool.

Not a person.

Those sorts of thoughts usually depressed the teen but, instead, that caressing inside his belly sparked violently, reacting to his enflaming rage. The feeling was sharp; cutting too deeply that it caused Teito to jerk sharply, as if he could recoil from the feel prickling just below the surface of his skin. He choked out a breath, eyes finally fluttering open to see the cruelness that distorted Lance's handsome face.

"Gone for all of five seconds but you look like you've been out of it for ages," the smirk pulled on the corner of his lips, exposing teeth. He looked indisputably wicked but Teito was not given the privilege to even feel a sliver of fear.

Without hesitation, Lance had reached under the thin material keeping Teito clothed, running pale fingers along his heated thigh. Fingertips played too close for comfort, gaining reactions that the teen prayed were not real. But as those fingers wrapped securely around Teito's faint arousal, his world exploded a fraction of a second later.

His entire back arched into the touch; his suddenly free hands were grasping at whatever material under him he could. He needed the reassurance of something solid, something real to keep himself from admitting the horrendous truth. The truth that he wanted to touch, wanted to scratch and bite that flawless pale flesh Lance was hiding underneath layers of clothing.

He wouldn't fall for it however.

He still had some part of his sanity that had not been taken captive by the devilish cocktail that made him hypersensitive to Lance's burning touch and, damn it, he was going to use it! Teito wasn't going to be bested by some human-made narcotics.

But as a hot tongue ran the length of Teito's neck, the strangled groan trying to escape his clogged throat seemed to emphasize that he was no longer in charge. His body required this, whatever it was. Teito's morals and conscious wants were going to have to take a backseat until his primal desires were satisfied.

"Honestly" Lance's husky voice whispered into Teito's ear, startling the teen a bit but not enough to pull him from his rise. "I wasn't going to waste this on you, but you really needed to learn your place." He chuckled softly, enjoying the tremble of the teen below him.

Teito bit down on his lip, attempting to twist away, to run while he still had a sliver of his sanity, but a sharp, throbbing, needing pain between his legs only allowed him the privilege of turning half way. He buried his face in the sheets and pillows, both hands taking in as much of the material they could possibly hold as he released a shuddering breath. He moaned into the fabrics as the hand holding him in place began to play with him slowly, almost painfully, before he turned his head off to the side, mouth agape and attempting to take in desperately needed air.

"F-fuck y-," the rest slurred into a suppressed moan as he was gripped too tightly for comfort. It should have hurt, painfully, but it only seemed to take him a step closer to that explosive ending he was hoping would come soon. It was mounting, higher and higher that Teito was barely wondering when it would fall over. It had only been a few minutes but he was teetering on the edge of insanity. He didn't even think it was possible to be as hard as he believed himself to be.

"No more talking," Lance cooed as he twisted the rest of the flushed body beneath him so it faced the bed. Slipping a leg between the brunet's, Lance tugged Teito's waist up and continued the work he had neglected for all but a moment.

Teito hissed into the pillows below him, writhing with disturbing pleasure. His overheated body was begging for more, begging for that final release. He inhaled a sharp breath, a pained cry stuck in his throat as Lance ran his thumb over his sensitive flesh, feeling as it slicked warm liquid over it.

"Stop," Teito inhaled deeply as he constricted his entire body, shivering at the waves of heat. "Stop…!"

"We haven't even gone at it for five minutes," Lance scoffed. He took Teito's chin into his free hand and twisted that neck until he could see those unfocused emerald hues. "We'll be done when I'm satisfied."

Hungry lips took Teito's captive, biting and sucking until Lance forced a rumbling moan out of the teen. He couldn't hold it back any longer, couldn't keep his lustful desires pent up and suppressed to the point of agony. Uncertainly, the brunet parted his mouth and a hot tongue snaked its way inside.

Teito's sanity was dwindling into nonexistence, along with his shame. He would deal with the repercussions later, and his entire body seemed to sigh as he finally allowed himself to give in.