Tseng came home in the middle of the night. He had been overtaken with fatigue and the drive home was seemingly endless as he almost fell asleep at the red light at the intersection nearest his street. Indeed, it had been a long day and there were so many things exhausting his mind. Rufus ShinRa had behaved very strangely today. He ordered the Turks to transport him from one side of the city to the next with documents that he was going to present at important meetings. Whilst being transported in the limousine, Rufus was of course doing his business and going through the documents he had in his briefcase. At some point he must have dropped a piece of paper without noticing, for when Tseng entered the back seat shortly after to get some water from the cooler, he noticed a bright white sheet near fluorescent on the floor.
Rufus had left for the meeting, and the limousine was parked in the garage of the fancy office building. He took the sheet of paper and ran after his manager in hopes of catching him before the meeting started. Whilst in the elevator, Tseng couldn't help but glance at the sheet he was holding in his hands. What he read bewildered his mind and the world started spinning. There were things mentioned in there that Tseng thought were lost in the past; buried along with the abhorrence that lingered on in their memories. He remembered some sentences:
"…As with the Jenova-project that had suffered irreparable damages under the previous board, I am proud to present the successful results we obtained from pilot studies. Hence the project is being reinstituted with full force and the research will be conducted under the expertise of Professor Hojo…"
Tseng had been so lost in that information that he hadn't even noticed he had come to a halt. The elevator door opened and he met the piercing gaze of Rufus ShinRa just about to step inside. Without a word Tseng handed over the paper and seemed ever so indifferent although he was burning inside.
"Did you read the document?" Rufus ShinRa had asked, but with a calm expression, Tseng had reassured the leader that he had only been hired to protect not to peruse.
Rufus ShinRa nodded and kindly thanked Tseng for bringing up the document he himself was about to fetch, for he noticed it had been missing from the files. Tseng felt awkward and ill at ease the rest of the day and had the serious suspicion that Rufus still knew the truth. But in any case, the leader of the new corporation didn't seem to care. He didn't seem disturbed about the fact that he had lost such an important document and it had turned up in the hands of a person who was not authorised to view or entrusted with such information. As Tseng had said, on the other hand, he was hired to protect and not to peruse, and thus whatever information the document carried did not pertain to him.
When locking the apartment door, he shut his troubles out. This was his home and work had no place inside these walls. Swiftly attending the evening toilet, Tseng prepared for bed. He was tired and it didn't take long before he fell asleep.
In the dead of the night, Tseng awoke to the sounds of someone moving about in his apartment. Alarmed by the notion of an intruder being present, he reached for his gun in the bedside table drawer, but it was too late. A blow to the back of his head brought about the darkness.
When Tseng awoke he realized he was blindfolded and his arms and legs were tied to the bedpost; widely extended and body exposed to abuse. He lifted his head, feeling the sting of the blow pulsating in the sore flesh. It even hurt against the soft pillows. He focused and tried to listen. There was silence in the room, but he could feel another presence and therefore posed a careful question.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
In his head, Tseng gave himself hundreds of answers to those questions; all of them anchoring to the previous event that day. Rufus ShinRa had sent someone to make Tseng either promise to shut his mouth or this someone had come to shut it for him. But there was no answer. Instead, he heard clothes swish gently to the subtle movements of someone advancing to the bed and felt the cold from a steel blade suddenly nip his lower lip. Tseng gasped and twitched only slightly, but enough to reveal his surprise. The blade glided gingerly over the lower lip, the very tip of it tickling the thin, pink skin. With a sudden flare of anger, he turned his face aside and growled at the intruder.
"Let me go, whoever the fuck you are!"
"Shh," came as a swift response as the instruder kissed him silent.
Tseng started fidgeting to get away from the intruding mouth, but to no use. A pair of hands locked his head in one position, whilst an abusive mouth suckrf on his lips and lickrf him across the orifice that spewed defiance. Tseng tried to catch the lips of the invader to bite him, but it was futile. By the strength of the attacker, he knew this was a man, but there were no indications as to whom it could be. He did not recognise the scent, or the intentions. Nothing.
What happened next poured a fear into each little hidden corner of his body. As the icy blade slid under the flaccid penis and brushed against the testicles, Tseng gave off a shiver that released a vicious laughter from the invader. Sweat broke out through every pore on his body and his voice turned soft.
"Please, tell me what you want."
The sharp blade left his penis, but was replaced by a breath that covered his member from root to tip and tickled the skin on his groin, making it contract.
"What the hell are you doing?" Tseng roared out and tried to yank his wrists from the rope holding him down, but to no avail.
Nothing could be done to free his body and so he accepted his fate. The only thing the Turk could do now was to wait out the next move and act upon it. It was better to be wise and not allow for provocations to take hold of his emotions for that could be his last mistake.
The dark stranger moved about in the obscurity of the room, surveying the man laid out before him like an offering to the Gods. His mission was to break the Turk and make him confess. Slowly the outsider circled the bed, not touching to heighten the anticipation. Tseng could only lie helplessly, listening and wondering what the mysterious perpetrator was thinking. What would happen next?
The stranger stopped at the foot of the bed, fingers trailing lightly across the instep of Tseng's foot, tickling it softly and chuckling at the annoyance his viciousness brought about. He fixed his piercing gaze onto Tseng's tense expression, speaking softly yet well articulated.
"I was sent out to get some answers. You've been behaving quite… let's say, 'out of character' lately", the intruder stated with a deep voice unlike anything Tseng had heard, and at that very instant he had captured the Turk's undivided attention. "My mission is to discover those reasons you hide inside, no matter the cost. Funny… tonight was meant to be swift… but as I have all the time in the world… I think I want to play a game. During this game, there is only one rule. This rule is very simple, yet I wonder if you will be able to do it. Shall I tell you what it is?" the man purred maliciously.
Tseng mentally weighed his options. He was tied to the bed with a sadistic player in his apartment able to act upon any crazy impulses he wished and judging by the malicious tone in the delivered voice, Tseng could sense that this person was not to be toyed with. He thought; "This intruder tells me he wants to play a game. A game?! I'm a Turk, Turks don't play games! There is only one rule that he is uncertain I can uphold. All right, Tseng. Think! Think, damn it. Only one rule. So this shouldn't be too difficult. That's right, Turks are trained to withstand anything." Tseng met the previous questions of his intruder with sheer defiance.
"Tell me your rule," he challenged.
The intruder chuckled. "The game is quite simple actually. It is called Truth or Consequences. I will ask you any question I choose and you will answer. You have the option to decline to answer the question, but you must accept the consequences, again, of my choosing. Lying is not an option. That is the rule."
Before Tseng had an opportunity to intervene, the man with the blade continued.
"As a Turk, I will expect you to uphold your honor in this. The game will continue until you beg to be released," he smirked.
Tseng's eyes widened behind the blindfold. What kind of sick game was this? But most importantly, what were the punishments that would be handed out? A string of perversion vibrated in the air and it broke through Tseng's skin with goosebumps as he said confidently;
"I will play your game."
Thoughts were whirling through Tseng's mind. The perpetrator most certainly knows it is not in the nature of a Turk to beg, and thus it is certain that whatever tortures this man would conjure up, they would be hard to bear. But Tseng has an honor as a Turk to uphold and he was trained never to give in. He had survived so much to become the the leader he was today. No, this person was sadly mistaken if he believed Tseng would ever beg for anything - ever!
"All right," the deviant started. "During your line of work, have you ever refrained from carrying out your duties properly due to sudden interest in your object?"
Without a second of hesitation, the answer dropped on the invader.
"No!"
"Very well," the stranger said and moved about in the room, tapping the blade against his palm as he spoke. "Have you ever had the thought of denying who you are just to be with someone?"
Another swift answer.
"No!"
"Tseng," there was a moment of silence. "Have you ever sucked a cock?"
"What?!"
"Answer me," came the gentle but firm tone.
"You perverted son of a bitch," Tseng growled.
"Tell me!" the gentle voice was gone.
"No!"
"No?" the stranger asked with an exaggerated surprise. "No, that you have not, or No you will not answer me."
"Take you pick," Tseng spat and pulled the ropes, but failed yet again.
"All right," the voice sighed and moved up to the bed. "You see, I know for a fact that you lied twice already. I was going to let it pass and give you a new chance… you got three… failed all three. You've changed. Everyone around you has noticed including, most importantly, your superiors. You have grown attached to someone and you have compromised your position as a Turk. My question is… who is it? And you know what? You don't have to say a thing… the night is long and I will get the answers I need."
Tseng could not comprehend what was happening outside his world. From the noise around him he could not form a picture of the doings of the stranger, but as a hard, cold stick rested against his stomach, Tseng froze to focus on the words spoken closely to his ears.
"Can you imagine what this is?"
Tseng jolted as the hot breath brushed against his neck and disapproved of this intimacy with a spiteful growl. His head was battling the imagery boiling out of his mind and seeding unpleasant anticipation of degrading abuse. The more his mind battled, the louder the chuckle outside his closed world.
"Is that what you fear?" the stranger asked and snorted at the thought, which was painfully obvious although no words were spoken. "This is just an innocent little gun. Well, not that little, but my-my, isn't your mind dirty, my friend?" A deep sigh was followed by continuing threats, "but… as you seem so keen on such debaucheries, I think I'll meet your inner most wishes."
Tseng clenched his teeth, the muscles on his jaws moving under the skin as he felt the tingling sensations of fingertips gingerly gliding over his cheeks and down his throat. His heartbeat quickened and took up pace.
"What the hell are you doing?" he hissed as he heard buckles being undone, clothes being pulled off and dropped heavily to the floor.
The intruder realised that tormenting Tseng by fuelling his aversion was much more gratifying than pain and suffering. Oh, yes. Turks were made to endure pain, but only sticks and knives. How about the disgust of being invaded physically in a way that wasn't possible to accept by the mind; that was a very exciting thought.
As the warm body lay down next to him, Tseng growled warningly.
"If you as much as lay a hand on me, I swear I will…"
"You will what?" the stranger snorted arrogantly. "Tell me, gunman, what exactly is it that you will do? Slap me in the face?"
A powerful open hand blow to his face made his anger flare, but cheeks blushed not only from the hatred that sparked within. Tseng ground his teeth and his fuming breath steamed out of him with every exhale.
"Or perhaps hit me in the gut?"
Tseng had no chance to react as the fist dug deep into his abdomen. He was restrained and exposed and wasn't able to tense his muscles properly to shield his body from abuse. He had to fight not to throw up as the sudden blow to his stomach pushed a bolus of sour semi-digested food into is throat. He swallowed hard and tried to breathe through his nose to calm the upset stomach.
"Or stop me from having my way with you? It's kind of ironic, don't you think? You're a bodyguard to Rufus ShinRa, yet there is no one here to guard YOUR body. It's all mine…"
Expecting the worst, Tseng began violently moving about as much as the ropes allowed; pulling arms and legs almost out of place and stretching the tendons to the limit as his continuous convulsions displayed his obvious fear.
The invader laughed out loud and after straddling Tseng's chest, he delivered another slap in the face, hissing for the Turk to stop that "…pathetic hysteria".
The Turk felt the naked body pressing heavily against his rib cage, making it collapse and difficult to breathe. He sensed the heat from the naked skin of the invader and tried to avoid that familiar, organic scent that hit against his face. He knew where it originated and it made him feel ever so vulnerable.
"Honestly, Tseng," the perpetrator continued, "what do you think you can do in this situation? You are TIED!"
"Once I get loose, I will have your head on a stick," Tseng growled in return, but was defeated by the visions of a possible outcome as the stranger spat in his face; "IF you ever get loose. What makes you think I am will let you leave alive?"
Tseng acted on an impulse throwing back the cocksure response, "Because in that case you would have killed me sooner."
"Why?"
From a cool draft of air wedging between the two bodies, Tseng could tell the invader had distanced himself a little.
"Why?" the question floated anew into the space amid them. "If you are to die, I might as well get some fun out of it. Such a splendid body…"
Hands travelled over the smooth collarbones and shoulders, and halted at the exposed armpits where teasing thumbs pressed gently at the sensitive tissue. Tseng tried to fend off the sensation that brought about his involuntary wriggle, a confirmation of an increasingly sullied persona, to the amusement of the viewer.
Following an arrogant snort, the intruder began his dirty journey with a closing statement.
"It would be a shame not to fuck you senseless before your final moment. If you have to go, better do it with style no?"
The weight on Tseng's chest slid further down onto his stomach, whilst his nipples were abused by strong fingers and sharp teeth. It hurt and stung and overloaded those sensitive little buds that stiffened under the seductive violation. Tseng growled with distaste, spewing defiance and insolence, but the intruder cared nothing for the words. Instead, he continued with what felt like a long hard chew on the nipples. Tseng could no longer tell if it was unpleasantly aching or maybe even stimulating in some strange way. He held his breath for a few seconds trying to analysz the true sensations awakening, but then released it with dismissal as he barked.
"Enough! Now get the hell off of me."
With his heels digging deep into the mattress and shoulders pressing hard against the surface, Tseng's body tensed into a bow over the bed, lifting the stranger in an attempt to throw him off. But it was easier said than done. The invader snickered and bit down ever so firmly on the tender nipples, making Tseng yelp with a stolen breath.
"Get off!" Tseng shouted, voice high pitched with pain.
"Say please."
Tseng could no longer withhold his manners and released a curse, which was rewarded by a slap in his face, drawing the blood from his lips.
"You son of a bitch," Tseng muttered and swallowed the metal taste that filled his mouth.
Suddenly, his swollen lips were covered by a hungry mouth, gently clearing off the ache, but the tenderness was not received with gratitude. Tseng managed to release himself and made an effort to bite the intruder and following a few fruitless attempts he managed to capture the soft lips between his teeth. With fists and scratching nails, the stranger managed to fight himself free from the trap, and released his anger over Tseng.
The actions of the Turk were not easily forgiven, but when the bruised body lay motionless with fatigue and surrendered to the will of the other, the beating stopped.
"That was one HUGE mistake, my friend," vibrated from the darkness, but Tseng could hardly hear what was being said.
His ears were surging with the blood coursing violently through his veins and numbing his senses to the outside world.
"Let me hear you say that you're sorry," the abuser whispered into his ears as he stroked Tseng's head with a gentle caress.
"Fuck you," was the only thing the perpetrator received in response, along with a blood filled sputum spraying over his chest.
The snickering wasn't any less of a mockery spiced with the essence of a threat as the invader announced he would take Tseng's wish into consideration. The room went deathly quiet and the Turk had no clues as to what to expect, until he felt it. He caught his breath through clenched teeth, body growing cold and completely still as the tip of a sharp object, the knife previously pressed against his genitals, was now gently scraping his resisting portal. Through careful playing, a small part of the blade slipped inside and it frightened Tseng beyond words. It was not only degrading, it was also lethal. A few deep thrusts and he would bleed to death in agony.
"Have you ever been fucked with a knife, Tseng?" the perpetrator asked with malicious joy.
Silence was the only answer as words were locked inside a heaving chest; imploding and expanding as fear was pulsating within it.
"Do you want me to show you?"
There was something grim vibrating through the voice of the stranger and as the knife dug slightly deeper cutting the surface of the skin anew, Tseng acted on pure desperation.
"No wait! Please," he panted and felt as the sharpness of the knife caused a slight wound that was born through a twinge.
The cut wasn't deep, but the stinging soreness remained once the knife was removed and Tseng understood he had to give in. Feistiness in the face of danger was one thing, but the threat of being slashed to pieces on the insides was more than sufficient to still the flaming spirit.
"All right," he suspired complying and tried to regain composure. "What is it you want to know?"
"Oh don't worry. My mission will be clear with time," came the response, "but for now… I'll just have some fun."
Once again possessing the body of the Turk, the stranger began abusing the sore nipples. Clearly feeling the throb now that the little tissues were tender, Tseng whimpered a weak;
"Just stop. Please. Just ask me what you want and stop this."
The abuser seemed, however, resistant to the plea. He kept on nibbling, sucking and gradually using more tongue technique to stimulate Tseng and thus, despite the unpleasantness throbbing beneath the surface, arrows of excitement began shooting through the overloaded nerves. The traitorous electrical impulses were carried to the groin, where a flaccid penis was slowly extending out of a cocoon of skin. Inadvertently, the Turk released a slight groan, which was no longer solely a demonstration of pain.
Tseng tried to fight the direction the current situation was taking, but the circumstance was but a choker; the harder he fought, the stronger it held him tied. Unnoticed at first, but with rising intensity, his body awoke to such tantalizing details as the hair from the other man tickling the surface of his skin delightfully, the warm thighs pressing against the groin, the gentle caress of exploring hands hunting down those spots that made Tseng gasp unwillingly. Noticing this increasing excitement, the invader felt his own member come alive and with one hand wrapped around himself to still his sudden burst of elation, he proudly announced the continuation of the game that never really took off. He lay down next to Tseng, body tightly pressed close to the Turk and whispered questions that demanded painful confessions.
"Now once again, tell me, have you ever gone down on a man?" came as a whisper whilst the tongue was swirling over Tseng's earlobe, then lips capturing it in a sucking mouth.
The Turk nodded in response, but the invader was not pleased with wordless confessions. He wanted to hear it echo between the walls and thus Tseng whimpered between clenched teeth.
"Yes, I have."
"Did you like it?"
Another nod, which was corrected with a pinch on the sore nipples. Judging by the pain, Tseng imagined he could very well be bleeding after all the rubbing and the teasing.
"Yes…" Tseng pressed through his stubborn throat.
"Yes, what?"
The Turk tried to fight having to confess, but realized his pride would not aid him in holding back his words. It was less painful to give this bastard what he wanted.
"Yes, I liked it."
An amused snort was followed by; "You're a dirty perv, but I believe you. I wonder what ShinRa will think… what your colleagues, that alpha-male Rude of all people. What if he saw you in this position?"
With those last words, the intruder moved close to Tseng's hips and blew a warm breath against the swelling cinnamon penis. The hot breath repeatedly caressed the Turk along the shaft and seeded pleasantness that cracked the fortress of shame.
"You see?" the stranger purred and ran his fingers gingerly over the belly of the Turk. "It helps to be nice."
Tseng frowned and felt like delivering another curse but held it back. He knew there would be another question waiting to be answered.
"Who was it?"
"That's none of your damn business," Tseng snapped, but as a set of sharp teeth dug into his shaft he roared out with pain and revealed the name of his lover. "Yazoo! His name is Yazoo!"
The invader stopped his abuse and sat up on his heels. Head tilting with suspicion he stated that the person whose name was spoken had been dead for a decade.
"It's impossible! What games are you playing at? The brothers were destroyed a long time ago and there has been no sightings, no activities that could be attributed in the slightest to the heritage of Jenova. He is DEAD!"
In a sudden emotional surge the blade was pressed tightly against Tseng's throat.
"No!" the Turk panted. "He's alive! To me, at least…" he tried to catch his breath as he continued. "To me he's alive. To me he's the only one. That's the truth."
With an arrogant chuckle the belittling suggestion of Tseng being a necrophiliac was rewarded by another curse.
"Fuck you!" was the only thing bursting through Tseng's mouth.
He who seldom used such words, was now releasing them one after the other, not realizing he had walked into a carefully planned trap.
"This is the third time you say it, gunman," came from the world outside. "Third time's a charm."
"No!" Tseng opposed with sudden huff, but to no use.
"Don't worry," the intruder whispered. "I will make sure you get what you asked for."
Suddenly the room went quiet. There was nothing to be heard except his own heartbeat; a few heavy beats and then it all exploded into fervent, brutal penetration. There were no words of comfort, no explanations, and no demands. It was raw and animalistic and nothing that even resembled a touch of emotion. A wet, engorged penis slipped effortlessly inside Tseng's portal; widening and extending the cramping muscle whilst a sinewy body pummelled fiercely into his depth, pushing strained snorts through his widened nostrils with each determined thrust. Tseng's legs were kept parted by the sturdy rope burning around his ankles, and his futile protest was muffled by the grip around his throat, choking the words into distorted moans.
He wanted to scream, wanted to break loose and wanted to kill the bastard raping him; yet he couldn't escape the sensations of sweetness in the shame and bitterness. His mind was fighting but the body spoke to the assailant, who invaded not only his body, but even his emotions. Hearing the pleasure of the perpetrator as he audibly confirmed the gratifying delightfulness he gained from using Tseng's body, painted disturbing fantasies before the eyes of the Turk; tantalizing images of being subdued and helplessly used for such debauched purpose. It was daunting, yet fulfilling.
With slight movements, as much as the ropes allowed, Tseng opened his legs a little more; defending his actions against a blaming morale by pretending it was only to ease the pain. But the pain had dissipated a while back. Following the few first thrusts the deviant rocking on top of Tseng's body had begun to circle inside him instead, probing and searching for a little gland that built up a tension of delight within the Turk. The apparent antagonism faded and gave way to slight whimpers of audacious encouragements as Tseng stopped fighting against the shame and allowed for the perpetrator to infest his body to the fullest.
Swollen lips parted to receive a hungry kiss, and tongue greeted a mate inside a foreign mouth. Tseng tilted his pelvis slightly upwards to meet with the hips grinding against his own and tried to capture every sensation stimulating his shaft as bodies rubbed against each other. It didn't take long before his manhood revealed the yearning to be caressed as the first drops of lubricant seeped through that tiny, little slit.
The stranger halted in his motions as he felt the sturdiness of a shaft, throbbing against his belly. Slowly, and ever so gently he pulled himself out from the bound man, the warm cave following every feature and dent on his shaft. The brutality in him gave way to the tenderness with which he took the pulsating penis in his hands. The veins were clearly showing underneath the thin, pigmented skin and whilst enclosing the shaft with his long fingers, the thumb was playfully smearing the viscous drops over the glans. He moved his thumb to his lips, tasting and indulging in the saltiness of the bound man, whose abashment was painfully obvious. His fantasies brought about an insatiable hunger whilst experiencing it was nourishment to his soul. Although he was in control, he knew there was a deeper dimension to the craving. He himself had dreamed of wet, black leather on his pale skin; straps restraining him on the floor, and plaited whips laying down the laws, which he would have to abide. It was his little obsession. A calm, graceful beauty harboring a fervent, rebellious fiend inside that never before had the chance to shine through.
Tseng tried to control his breathing that filtered all the noise surrounding him. He couldn't hear much else but his panting and the blood surging in his ears. It was an awkward and alien situation that he tried to find some logic in, but it was not even worth the effort. Quite soon Tseng realized his mind was occupied with the obsessive thoughts of gratification as the emotions from a stimulating mouth sent powerful impulses through his tensed body and a traitorous storm possessed him from within. The storm was raging on and he forgot all about the burning rope, his submissiveness, and the dangers of being so vulnerably exposed to a stranger. Logic was overridden by emotions and robbed the mind of common sense as previously unspoken words flowed freely from his lips.
"Please, don't stop," he begged with swollen lips; the moonlight reflecting off his sweaty body preening under a gentle touch as he asked for more like a starved creature.
The invader looked at the man breaking under the burdens of desire and smiled. It was power. It was the most delightful way to shatter the fortress of an enemy. He knew his caress was completely devoid of resentment and possessed only the most tantalizing touch to be felt by a mortal. His mouth engulfed the bound man from root to tip and though the mouth cavity was crowded, the bed of the tongue rubbed against a sturdy shaft and lips sealed around a glans as he pulled away. The tender groin was contracting in his palm, preparing the preening man to release his offerings. But the intruder needed more. He wasn't pleased watching the man desperately trying to withhold the forbidden pleasures from surfacing. He wanted to see the bound warrior crawling out of his skin, begging and imploring with a voice saturated with elation. He wanted to see the sweat glistening over the entire cinnamon body, the muscles tense and the throbbing penis ready to spend at the slightest breath.
The intruder took his place next to Tseng, body against body, laying tentatively close and placing his head on a pillow, his lips only a few inches from Tseng's ear. With fingers gingerly gliding over the heaving chest, the stranger began talking.
"So," he whispered, breath tingling against the trembling eardrums. "Tell me about this friend of yours."
Obnoxious comments were bubbling in the depth of his stomach, ready to be spewed out with that loathsome personality Tseng at times had the habit of letting show. But not this time, for the lingering vivid sensations of the sharp knife tip pressing against his tight portal, was taming the hatred out of him whilst fingers circling his nipple were inviting suppressed fantasies to emerge once again. Forgetting about the world outside Tseng began to talk to the cadence of the caresses cosseting his naked chest.
"He has an unparalleled beauty…"
"Really?" sounded a bit jealously from the void outside, but the touch didn't lose that sweetness it trailed on the skin. "Like how?"
"He has something about him that is captivating," Tseng muttered through numb lips. He was exhausted thinking those thoughts about Yazoo, for it was so alien and frightening. He had always kept them hidden in the most secluded part of his mind and revealing it to someone so openly was intolerable… yet tantalizing and tremendously alluring.
"His eyes are like opals," the Turk continued. "Not entirely blue, not entirely white, not entirely any color, just reflecting a shimmering glow that seems to change with his mood. Sometimes blue, sometimes more green… and completely like that of a cat."
The words were clearly carrying a sense of awe; Tseng was indeed in awe of Yazoo. The pale fiend was his own "Geisha", as he put it. It made the invader release a slight shiver of delight, submerging in the imagination of what it must be like to be so obsessed with desire for another. Whether it was a man or woman made no difference. Moving closer to the Turk, he took pleasure in feeling the heat exuding from the tied body. He has never taken the time to feel it before. His whole life he had been trained to kill, to hate the enemy, to cause pain and conflict. There was no room for emotions and no space to relax. The orders rained continuously down on him and the only language he spoke was that of fear. But this was different. This was somehow sacred.
Fingers halted at the navel, gingerly digging into that little well in the middle of a vast field of the flat abdomen. It was warm and had gathered a tiny pool of sweat inside; so enticing to just dive inside and forget about the world. A soft down of black hair was growing richer towards the pubic area where a vividly awakened member was striving towards an aiding hand in a wordless plea for illicit games. The rescue came with the hands of a stranger and the antagonistic feelings within Tseng were suddenly immobilized with the yearning to be set free. A scarred palm with beautifully shaped fingers enclosed around Tseng's penis, thumb meeting the top of the middle finger below the glans. The warm palm began ever so slowly to move up and down the shaft, pulling the velvety skin over the head of the member like a protective quilt only to expose it fully when being pulled down to the base. It was a contrast to the sensations and spurred the excitement inside the brunet, who continued on.
"His kisses are hot…"
A flick of the wrist teased a drop of elation through the slit.
"His body so fervent when he wraps his legs around me…"
The pace increasing… groin caressed and teased with ginger tickles and endearing cosseting. Tseng felt the throbbing member of the invader rubbing against the side of his hips, and despite him fighting to hold on to the anger associated with such freedom on the expense of another, the warrior couldn't bring about a single word of disapproval. It was as delicious as it was dirty. The only words flowing out of him were the fantasies he took pleasure in when dreams broke into the plane of the living. He revealed his worship of another man's body in descriptive scenes of sexual desires; fingers searching for crevices and sensitive spots of elation. The steaming breath of the invader brushed against Tseng's neck whilst hands gained firm pace over the shaft. Within himself, Teng tasted every delicious inch of the pale canvas of a man whose statue was nothing less of a masterpiece of Nature. Despite the ropes digging into his wrists and ankles, the body was moving to the cadence of the invaders hands. Members fencing between grinding hips…
Images from his recent rendezvous with Yazoo enticed Tseng to strive higher on these debauched pleasures to reach towards the zenith of his emotions.
…and lips opening up to drink the essence of life.
The dam burst and with his body spasmodically rocking to the viewing pleasure of a stranger, Tseng released his semen in vigorous bursts that washed over his hips and gingerly trickled down his skin. His lungs were demanding the air he was incapable of providing, chest heaving with deep breaths and his heart pounding like drums. But no matter how hard he tried to bestow all that his body was craving, the powerful climax was soon replaced by the soothing fatigue that turned his limbs into heavy rock. They both lay silent for a while; no one moved or said anything for a long time.
From the slight twitching of the muscles, the intruder understood that the Turk was slowly drifting into sleep again and following a quick decision, he cut the ropes that held Tseng captive.
Drained of all his might, Tseng hovered in a state of apathy and made no effort to gather strength to escape. It was a state that his masters had always warned the cadets about. The state of apathy was when enough of your strength was robbed to be alive, but without the will to fight. It was a dangerous state and the only thing no trained mind could conquer. And there were always ways to reach that state. Some reached it through weeks of torture, other through mental anguish. None of that had any effect on Tseng; he had always thought himself to be more or less immune to these things, but now he knew better. His weakness was his desire for another.
"Shh," sounded from next to him. "Don't think so much about it. Just rest."
Before Tseng drifted into sleep, he heard a final rhetorical question being delivered into his consciousness; "Seems like you have really fallen for this man, Tseng? Would you sacrifice you life for him?"
He didn't even bother to remove the blindfold as he exhaled a soft, "Yes… I would."
The intruder felt the limp body growing increasingly heavy in his embrace and as the eyes began moving under his eyelids Tseng was beyond the reach of the stranger's words. The man leaned over the sleeping Turk next to him and as the morning sun broke through the curtains, he left a message on the slightly parted lips, and sealed it with a kiss.
"I hope the Gods can forgive me… but I've fallen for you too, Tseng. Help me to be free…"
For the first time, Yazoo felt no resentment when the morning stole Tseng. As an invisible force pulled him into the darkness of the nightmare world, he blinked back into the light, which was swiftly dissipating before his eyes and felt confident in knowing that each time Tseng remembered him, he would be alive. Yazoo had taken the statement "To me he is alive" into the depth of his cold heart and felt a warm beat spread life into him in the world of the dead. It was enough to hold on to sanity. It was enough for him to just hold on for another day.