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Warning :: The start of the story involves rape/non-consensual sex. If you don't like it, start reading from "How amusing…"
Otherwise, please enjoy.
Akihito bit down in the pillow his face was buried in, his forehead sweaty and his brow pinched in pain. There was nothing pleasant about the foreign object ramming into him with enough force to knock the head-board of the bed into the wall behind it with each thrust. His wrists were seized by a vice-like grip, pulled back past his hips in a leverage to pull him back onto the cock that penetrated him so deeply that it hurt. But then again, it was fine like that, that it hurt. Pain was easier to deal with than pleasure. Pleasure would mean that he wanted this when he didn't. Not a single bone in his body wanted to sleep with Fei-long, but he couldn't deny that for some strange, hateful reason, he was into this. He was aware that it was just a natural reaction of his body that remembered Asami's embrace, but that didn't make it any more shameful to be reacting to someone who wasn't Asami.
The first time Fei-long had taken him, Akihito's entire body had protested, refusing to accept the harsh intrusion that the Chinese crime-lord had forced upon him, tearing him down there until the blood acted like lubricant. It had hurt so much that Akihito had silently cried himself to sleep after being carried back to his prison room, mortified keeping his head down as one of the servants had passed by with an ointment and a morning after pill. Pills he had been swallowing like they were tic tac ever since he had arrived in Hong Kong. Part of him was starting to worry about the state of his womb after this, if he would still be able to get pregnant or if the pills would leave any permanent damage. Not that Fei-long cared. No, all he cared about was getting off on the power-trip he got from fucking Asami's mistress. But then again, this was better than being sold to a brothel to live off the drugs.
A particular vicious thrust tore a gasp from the blonde, not necessarily out of pain alone, but discomfort none the less. Akihito was quick to bite down on the pillow again, before he couldn't control his voice any more. He knew that Fei-long got off on hearing him, often urging him to cry out and beg whenever his voice would slip past his control. But Akihito refused to give the Chinese man that satisfaction. He wasn't their to cater to Fei-long's needs and kink, but to protect his son from going through a kidnapping. If it hadn't been for them threatening to take his son, he wouldn't have been here in the first place.
When the men had first shown up at the school, Akihito had immediately noticed the lack of licence-plate and had pulled up his guard. They must have recognized him because they had surrounded him immediately and hadn't hesitated to threaten him. Of course, Akihito wasn't going to go in on threats, but that changed when they had told him that they would be taking his son. Immediately, he had demanded to speak to their boss, throwing it on a deal that if they left his son alone, he would come voluntarily. He had promised to do whatever they said as long as they left his son alone. It was the only reason he was able to hold out the humiliation and shame of being held against his will. He had thought it would have been easy, to disconnect his mind from his body and to shut everything out, but it had proven to be impossible. However, the body and mind of a human proved to be resilient, replacing Fei-long with Asami when he couldn't disconnect his mind.
But while it helped to cope at the moment of the rape itself, the mental strain afterwards was heavy and draining. It didn't change the fact that he was having sex with Fei-long and not Asami. It didn't change the fact that he was being raped, his consent dubious due to the nature of the situation he was in. The situation he wanted to get out as soon as possible. He wanted to forget about this, about ever being touched by someone other than Asami. He wanted to stop feeling dirty and ashamed, even when he knew that he was not at fault. That he was just caught up in a tug of war between Asami and Fei-long.
"Ah! No, not insi-" Akihito said in a breathless, whiny voice as he looked over his shoulder when he heard the Chinese crime-lord's grunts change and felt his pace falter, a tell-tale sign of his impending climax. However, his warning was too late as he could feel his inner walls being coated by the long-haired alpha's orgasm. The blonde turned his face into the pillow again as Fei-long grinded his hips upwards to ride out his climax, placing his hand on Akihito's lower back to keep his in place. When he was sure he was finished, he pulled out of the omega's abused hole, rolling onto his side on the bed next to the blonde whose legs gave out underneath him, his lower half throbbing as the raven reached out for the pipe on his bedside-table as he pulled the covers up to his hip. Almost immediately, Akihito's temperature dropped again, regardless of the exercise that had caused him to sweat just seconds ago. His head started throbbing in tandem with his body, both of the symptoms a tell-tale sign of the amount of spirits that roamed the mafia's hide-out. Yet Akihito made no move to cover himself with the dirtied sheets, merely closing his eyes to focus on the throbbing of his head so he didn't need to think about the sperm dripping from his ass. The sudden chuckle originating from the man propped up against the headboard next to him made him open his eyes again to look at him.
"How amusing. Asami's mistress is lying here next to me, comfortable and exhausted enough to sleep, while Asami himself is working desperately to get you back" Fei-long said amused, reaching out his free hand to brush Akihito's bangs away from his forehead, his hand slapped away before his fingertips could even touch a single strand of hair.
"Comfortable, my ass. You have no skill in bed and just go at it like virgin using his dick for the first time" Akihito responded sharply and Fei-long scoffed, retracting his hand.
"You expect me to make you feel good? Do you want me to use all my skill to woo you? Are you forgetting your position, Takaba Akihito?" the long-haired alpha asked and Akihito averted his eyes. Fei-long reached out to grab a hold of Akihito's chin, lifting his head up to force him to meet his gaze as he smirked, practically pulling the blonde up onto his elbows.
"You are my prisoner and I have no obligation to make you feel good in order to sleep with you. You are already mine to use and do with as I please, remember" Fei-long said, refusing to allow the blonde to avert his gaze again. Not that Akihito would after being told something like that, narrowing his eyes sharply instead.
"I'm not anyone's possession" he said and Fei-long scoffed.
"That tattoo on your wrists says differently, or did you forget the promise you made me? You said you would do anything as long as I did not touch your son, and I plan to keep you to your word. You have no say in anything I do with you, even if I decide to kill you in front of Asami" he said and Akihito swallowed thickly, feeling a chill run down his spine.
"Just imagining the look on his face when I shoot his mistress is enough to make me grin. How satisfying it feels to steal away everything he holds dear, right from under his nose" the baishe leader said with the before mentioned grin on his face that send a chill down Akihito's spine.
"It's only fair for me to take away something important to him in the same way he took something important from me. Asami made a big mistake by going after my prey. I had some business with Deye Guelo, but Asami decided to kill him after torturing him despite knowing that I was after him" Fei-long said and the omega grimaced at him.
"You absolutely suck at pillow-talk" he said before pushing himself onto all fours, lifting his torso to sit up on his knees as Fei-long raised an eyebrow at him.
"Unless you want to go for another round, I'm going. I'm tired and my head's about to burst" Akihito said, shuffling to the edge of the bed to pick up the draw-string trousers, slipping into the regardless of the semen trailing down his legs.
"You are a strange one, Takaba Akihito. Are you not afraid of what might happen to you here?" Fei-long asked as the blonde tied the strings around his waist.
"Not really. I mean you threaten me with drugs and brothels and I get that you have the power to do shit like that, but there is nothing to gain for you if you send me there. You kidnapped me for a reason and that reason need me to be complete and unharmed, otherwise I lose my value" Akihito said before looking over his shoulder at the raven.
"Or am I wrong?" he asked and Fei-long narrowed his eyes, drawing a deep inhale from his pipe.
"You're right, however, that doesn't mean you need to forget your situation and your position as my prisoner" he said and Akihito reached down to pick up the shirt he had come into the room with, throwing it over his shoulders as he moved his arm through the short sleeve.
"Believe me, there is not a second that passes that I'm not reminded of it" Akihito said, looking down at the red mark on his ankle where the shackle was locked each time he was inside the room that doubled as his prison.
"I'm just bitter that I'm stuck in a childish tug-of-war between you and Asami that I have nothing to do with. I get that you hold a grudge against Asami for some reason, but don't use other, unrelated people to get back at him" the blonde added as he stood up, putting a hand on his back as he made his way to the door with uneven, stumbling steps. As he pulled open the door, he saw Yoh, his guard, lean against the wall outside of the room, looking up from the cigarette he was smoking as Akihito all but stumbled outside.
"The showers?" Yoh guessed as Akihito closed the door behind his back.
"Yeah. I need to clean his spunk out of my ass before it gets crusty" he announced with a blank face, somewhat flustering the taller male as he held out a small little pill that Akihito tossed into his mouth and swallowed dry.
"Can you be a little less crass?" he requested as he guided Akihito through the hallways to the bathroom, a trip the blonde could already make with his eyes closed.
"I'll be a little less crass when he learns to pull out before he finishes" Akihito muttered as he entered the bathroom, Yoh remaining outside at the sink to give the blonde some privacy, or at least as much as he was capable of giving considering he was tasked with keeping an eye on the blonde.
"You've been spending more time in Fei-long's quarters lately, haven't you" Yoh pointed out as Akihito turned on the water, lifting his head up with closed eyes towards the showerhead.
"It's not like I can help it when he demands me to stay" the blonde answered bitterly before opening his eyes, spreading his feet slightly as he leaned forward with a hand on the wall.
"You better not get too close to Fei-long-sama, in case you can't bring yourself to leave anymore" Yoh warned and Akihito hissed as he dug his fingers into himself, spreading open the rim of muscles to clean his insides as good as possible.
"You think I want to stay here? That I am here voluntarily?" the blonde asked sharply and heard the other man sigh.
"No, but I won't be able to help you if you want to stay here" Yoh said and the blonde resisted the urge to scoff. As if the guard would help him in the first place. Honestly, did he really believe that Akihito wanted to stay in Hong Kong? There was not a single second that passed where he didn't think about wanting to return to Tokyo. To return to Yurihiko and Asami. If he was going to be stuck in a tug-of-war between Asami and Fei-long, there was not even the least bit of hesitation in his choice. Honestly, why was he still there in the first place? Since when was he so mellow? If Asami knew about his kidnapping, there was no way he wouldn't figure out that Yurihiko was a target as well and the blonde had seem the crime-lord interact with his son enough to know that Asami would protect their child. So what was he still doing there?
"I can't understand it" Akihito said as stepped out of the shower-stall, accepting the towel Yoh held out to him to dry his hair.
"Every one of Fei-long's minions that I've crossed, looks willing to lay down their life for him, yet here you are, implying that you'd help me. I can guess that something like this can cost you your head, so does that mean that you are stronger than Fei-long and can win from him in a fight or something?" Akihito asked as he made quick work of drying his body, looking up to see Yoh hold out a stack of fresh clothing.
"I can't even dream of defeating Fei-long-sama in a fight. All guards are trained in martial arts, but Fei-long-sama is the one that teaches us" the raven answered as Akihito crouched down to stepped into the trousers, nearly losing his balance as he caught himself on the cabinets underneath the sink, his fingers digging into the crevice between the two drawers.
"Martial arts like kung-fu? That means you're good with your hands, right?" the blonde asked as he pulled the fresh shirt on, pulling on his sleeves buttoning up the front with quick moves.
"I'm better with knives and guns" Yoh admitted, his answer making Akihito smile.
"Is that so?" he responded, looking up at the raven.
"That's good to hear" he said, reaching out for the taller male's wrist. Yoh didn't have the time to respond as Akihito turned around, using his speed and weight to throw the raven over his shoulder, into the wall. The impact caused a few of the tiles to break before Yoh's head connected with the floor, disorientating him but still allowing him to see Akihito smirk at him.
"Because I'm pretty good with my hands" the blonde couldn't resist saying before taking his chance to run away, knowing that it wouldn't be long before Yoh was back on his feet. Mobs were used to taking a beating, after all. However, just like thugs were quick to recover from a hit, Akihito was quick in running away, regardless of the fact that he ignored the cold feeling seeping into his bones each time he ran through a lost soul. From the previous times he had walked down the hallways, he knew that there was a stairs at the end of the hall, one that went both up to the rooftop and down to the ground-floor. Knowing that Yoh would expect him to go down, he took the stairs up instead, climbing them with three at the same time, pulling himself higher on banister regardless of his worn body.
As he had expected, the door to the rooftop was locked, but he had prepared himself for this obstacle, reaching for the bobby pins he had stuck to his sleeve, two he had snatched away from one of the servants when they came to care for his wounds and that he had kept on the bottom of his trousers each time he changed them. Yoh had always questioned why Akihito crouched to pull on his pants, taking enough with the blonde's explanation that his pain made him lose his balance, which always happened once to place the pins on the edge of the drawer and a second time when he used it as support to stand up. Maybe Akihito should have become an actor, because it didn't seem like anyone had figured something out. But to be honest, the blonde was pretty pissed with himself for taking so long before trying to escape. Fei-long's threat about the drugs and brothels had scared him more than he had let on, successfully stopping him from attempting anything. However, now that he had made his move, he wasn't going to let a door stop him, grinning at himself as he heard the lock click open.
The wind that slapped him in the face was cold, but he welcomed it none the less, regardless of his lowered body temperature. He took a second to close his eyes, soaking up the first rays of Hong Kong sun like a plant in the middle of its photosynthesis process, already feeling his head-ache take off and his energy levels heighten. Perfect timing since he would need every ounce of energy he could get. Feigning unbreeched, Akihito closed the door behind him, turning to the door-knob to lock the door again, leaving the bobby pins inside as he turned to the rooftop. He scanned the surface, trying to look for something that would be able to help him get down to the ground and finding it in the plumbing pipes against the side of the building. Using the drainpipe, he made his way down all three the floors before landing on top of a trash container inside they alley next to the building.
Continuing to scan his surroundings, Akihito ran onto the street in front of him, running away from the building with large strides. People gave him odd looks, but that was the least of the blonde's concerns at the moment. However, the unusual sight of someone running at full-speed for no apparent reason, not to mention his rather foreign appearance, drew a lot of attention, including the unwanted kind. The omega ducked behind the stand of a vegetable store, looking around the edge to see a suit-clad goon swivel around in the hopes to find a glimpse of him. He hadn't expected to go unnoticed, but the reaction of the shop-owner to the tattoo on the top of his wrist drew more attention than Akihito could handle, making him take off again without taking the money the shop-owner extended to him. It would have been smarter to have accepted it, which would allow him to use it to buy a plane-ticket back to Japan, but Akihito's personality didn't allow him to steal things like money.
In hindsight, he really should have taken the money.
"You can't!" a young, high-pitched voice called out in a panic, small hands gripping the back of his shirt to stop the blonde from jumping into the bay in an attempt to swim his way back to Japan. Akihito looked over his shoulder at the young raven who had been stealing more than half of his food since his arrival, not that Akihito had much of an appetite with his head that felt like exploding and his body that was always cold.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?!" Tao asked and Akihito placed him foot on the ground again, turning away from the railing.
"No, I'm trying to swim back to Japan" the blonde said dryly and the raven's eyes widened.
"You can't! You won't even make it to Kowloon that way! You'll die!" he exclaimed and Akihito sank to the ground, resting his elbows on top of his raised knees while roughly combing his fingers through his hair.
"It's fine even if I die" the blonde muttered, talking more to himself than to Tao who looked unsure of how to respond.
"It's getting late. Let's go back, Akihito" he suggested and Akihito scoffed, letting his head hand down between his knees.
"I don't want to go back there" he said and Tao frowned in confusion.
"Why?" he asked, as if he really had no clue about why Akihito didn't want to return to Fei-long. As if it was unthinkable.
"Because that bastard kidnapped me and took me here against my will because he wants to get revenge on Asami. He's continuously threatening to sell me of and he's hurting me, regardless of whether I tell him to stop or not. In fact, it seems like he enjoys it more when I tell him not to" Akihito said, perhaps a little too sharply as the kid flinched back at the tone of his voice.
"Fei-sama isn't a bad person, he just has to be to keep the organization together. Fei-sama is actually really kind" Tao said, feeling personally attacked by the blonde's opinion on the Chinese crime-lord, making the omega scoff.
"Then tell this kind Fei-sama that kidnapping people and threatening their children is bad" Akihito said and heard a sniffle that made him look up.
"It's not like Fei-sama wants to do this! You don't know anything, so don't talk bad about Fei-sama!" Tao said and the blonde felt his chest squeeze together at the sight of his tears that were not out of anger, but out of hurt, the female spirit behind the raven trying to place their hand on the young child's head in a attempt to comfort him. The sight made Akihito feel guilty even when he knew he had every right to be pissed. However, that didn't give him the right to take it out on a child.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I said too much because I miss my son. I shouldn't have taken it out on you" Akihito said, reaching out for the young raven's free hand to give it a comforting squeeze, the other busy rubbing his eye. Akihito stood up, ruffling the kid's hair in the same gesture his mother's spirit had done, telling him not to cry. The action received a grateful look despite the fact that it was obvious that he was the one to have made him cry, unable to understand anything she was saying to him but having a feeling that he didn't need to either. It was obvious that she cared a lot about her son and part of him hated that he wasn't able to help her convey what she wanted Tao to know before she crossed the bridge.
"Let's clean up the groceries you've dropped. I'll help you carry them back" Akihito suggested and Tao nodded, sniffling for the last time as they turned to the paper bag her had dropped when he had stopped Akihito from jumping in the water.
"So, you have a son?" Tao asked as they picked up the mandarins that had fallen out of the bag.
"Yeah, his name is Yurihiko and he's only six. Half your age" Akihito said and the raven looked up at him.
"Really? You don't look old enough to have a kid" he said and the blonde scoffed.
"I'll take that as a compliment, kid. But I wasn't old when I got him either, so that's normal" he answered and kept the bag in his arm as they started making their way back to the Baishe hide-out.
"What's he like, your son?" Tao asked curiously and Akihito was glad to be able to talk about Yurihiko, feeling the emptiness in his chest fill up a little as he told the raven about his son's shenanigans, peeling and sharing a mandarin while they walked. Clearly, the raven was extremely amused by Yurihiko's adventures, but the entire relaxed mood disappeared as soon as they had reached the hide-out, affected by the tense atmosphere that seemed to hang over the building like a thick blanked, infecting even the souls roaming the hallways.
"Takaba!" Yoh said annoyed and on edge as the duo entered the building through the front, immediately grabbing the blonde by the elbow to prevent him from attempting another escape. This time, he wasn't underestimating the omega again, his first impression based on the blonde's appearance erased by the knock on his head from landing on it after being thrown. Akihito didn't resist as the mob hand-cuffed his hands behind his back, instead frowning at the group of mobs that moved through the hallway like a waddle of penguins.
"What's happening? This isn't because I ran, right?" he asked and Yoh followed his line of gaze before pushing him into the direction.
"No, it isn't, but you really shouldn't have done that. Fei-long-sama will talk to you about that later, but he has more important matters to take care of at the moment" the mob responded and Akihito glanced at Tao who walked in front of them, just as weary.
"Did something bad happen?" the young raven asked and was answered by Fei-long himself as soon as they entered the large room filled with his underlings, announcing that there was a traitor among them, the tension inside the room thickening to an almost suffocating degree.
[It's him. He's the traitor.]
Akihito looked at the old spirit standing next to him, bleeding from a gunshot wound in his chest, directly in his heart. He followed the old man's line of gaze to the man rubbing his hands behind his back.
[I knew you could hear me. Now tell him. Tell my son that this one's the traitor. He belongs to the Russians.]
Akihito clicked with his tongue at being caught while he had been so careful, his hands clenching into fists as he hesitated, trying to figure out how he would explain himself in a way that would seem legit enough. He couldn't just give away that he could see and talk to dead people, not knowing what Fei-long would do with that information. Not to mention that he had no idea how he was supposed to explain his gift anyway. He hadn't even told Asami about it.
"Danger!" Tao called out, throwing himself at the man Akihito had been mindlessly staring at during his inner monologue, having seen him draw a gun, tackling the much bigger man to the ground. The blonde felt like his heart was going to stop as he saw Tao being hit hard enough to throw him off the man and knock him unconscious. Akihito's temper kicked in before he could stop himself and remind him of the situation, ramming into the Chinese mob with his shoulder as he moved to stand off, throwing him off balance again. However, the man had expected it after being tackled by Tao, retaliating with a kick that disorientated the blonde. While Akihito was used to taking a beating from his grandfather, but in those moment, he had his hands free to retaliate, or at least prevent himself from falling on the ground where he was vulnerable to the kicks landing in his ribs and lower back area, adding to the throb that had already been there before.
A gunshot rang out and Akihito's already short breathing got stuck in his throat as he saw blood splatter onto the ground before a skull impacted with a loud and unsavoury thud with the floor right in front of his eyes, missing part of face. The blood was warm as it landed on Akihito's cheek, yet he couldn't bring himself to flinch at the sudden wetness of it on his skin, staring at the corpse in front of him. His stomach clenched uncomfortably as he could still feel the warmth of the body, yet saw his spirit sit up, away from its former vessel as it looked around disorientated, reaching up to feel the exposed flesh of his temple. His ears were ringing, blocking out every single sound around him as he couldn't even begin to understand or explain what he was feeling as he looked wide-eyed at the soul that had risen in front of him.
He had been seeing dead people ever since he was born, knew nothing else than the horrific scenes of a person's soul, looking the exact same way as they did when they left their body. Car-accident victims who walked around with a piece of car stuck through their bodies, covered in blood and glass from the windows. Drown-victims, dripping in water and exhaling it every time they talked, spilling past their blue lips. Burn-victims who still smelled like smoke and burned flesh that was rotting away. Samurai's who lost their limbs and sometimes heads on the battle-field, first-hand examples of harakiri who almost tripped over their own bowels. People who had met unfortunate ends by their own hand, the rope belonging to the noose around their broken necks trailing behind them. Souls who had met their ends at the hands of others, bleeding from different wounds, some worse than others. Yet to see it happen in such a violent way right in front of him, hit him harder than he had expected. He should have been used to it by now, but he clearly wasn't. At least not to have it happen right in front of him.
Seeing dead people was one thing, but seeing them get killed right in front of him was something different. He was aware that Yoh had pulled the trigger to save him, but that didn't make killing another person any better. He was just relieved that Tao had been knocked out, so he didn't have to witness the scene.
God, he wanted to go home.
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