Captured

Look out here's some R rated stuff. Its bad and slow cuz… I just can't bring myself to write this…so I'm taking it slowly thus the written part of this is stretched out btw the conversation Goku had w/ Homura in the anime.

Thanks to Cynthia Chen for helping edit and add some parts that were lacking in the original draft. Lots of work was done by her

Sorega ii no ka? = Homura says to Goku. I think it's roughly trans to "is that ok?" but it doesn't sound good. So I kept the original Japanese word there from the anime.

Darega… darega omae nanka" [who… who be w/ you??—rough trans]

Notes: most of the conversation, mainly in the middle where they talk about his past is actually from the anime.

Chapter Three – Homura's resolve

~*~*~Goku~*~*~

"You awake?" It was Homura. He had entered the room while I was reminiscing, wearing that smile of his…

Dammit he had caught me off guard. I let out a weak cry as I tried to sit up. I had a lot of difficulties trying to sit up. In fact, the more I tried to move the worse the pain got. Finally I gave up, and quietly laid there as Homura took a seat next to me, on the bed.

It took me a few moments to realize that Homura's eyes had not left me since he entered the room, or rather since I noticed that he was in the room. "Teme, what are you staring at!?" I snarled angrily.

"Nothing… how's the arm?" he asked. {He sounds somewhat sincere} I thought as I watched him leaned over me. "Hora" He said as he took a bun out and offered it to me. Even though I was hungry I still rejected the bun.

"Strong eh?  What are you afraid of?" He asked me.

"Who's…"

"Are you afraid of Sanzou…?" He interrupted.

"I'm not afraid of anybody"

"Really…?" He said as he places a hand on my moveable right arm. I struggled my movement had caused extreme pain. I tried to kick him away but he positioned his legs on mine to pin me down. "What were you thinking when you were trapped in Gonyousan?" He continues saying despite my attempts to break free from under his weight.

"Eh?"

"Were you thinking of the God who sealed you?" He pauses before grinning at me. "Or laughing at yourself for being sealed away? Your powers and memory sealed away, are you content with that?"

Images of this strange man flashed in my head as he spoke those words. Who was he? Dressed in white. Do I know him… "Augh" I gasped as an immense pain emitted from the back of my head. {Who was he?} I thought.

"Teme…" I hissed.

"Don't you want to get it back… All of it?" What was he talking about?

"Even if you didn't say… I'll…" I hissed again.

"…Get it back," he interrupted and finished the sentence for me. "You and I are the same, eternal being. One of a kind, leading a lonely life." He continued.

"No… I…"

"That's why you follow Sanzou… to find a place you belong."

"No… Ugh" I whispered as he traced his free hand down my chest.

"However, what about Sanzou? Does he really need you? Sorega ii no ka? Isn't it empty?" He resumed as his hand ran down from my chest to my stomach.

"URUSAI!" I screamed hoping it would stop his hand from moving further down.

"You're more important than you think you are. Every time I see you I feel a immense pain in my heart…" His hands dug under my shirt and started to circle the creases of my stomach. I wanted to stop him but my moveable arm was still pinned down.

"I don't know… What do you want me to do?"

"You don't need to do anything"

"EH!!??"

"I'll protect you"

"What are you saying?"

"Whatever you want I'll get you, but you must come over to me (my side)" He said as he yanked the rest of my shirt out of my jeans.

"Quit joking. Darega… darega omae nanka" I frantically scream, but nerveless, continued. "What…" I gasped as he tried to pull my shirt off.

"You'll come (over to my side) Son Goku" …

Homura having failed at trying to take my shirt off intact rips it apart as I lied there in aw.

"Omae wa…" I tried to protest but was stopped when Homura's lips took a hold of mine.

I tried to resist as Homura's tongue slipped into my mouth, exploring its newly acquired territory.

{NO!!} I thought as I violently, thrashing about to break free from Homura's hold. But it was no use. Homura was too strong, and with my left arm unusable I was at his mercy.

All I could do was laid there as he proceeded to strip me off my clothes. My shirt was brutally ripped off along with its armor attachments. I struggled as my pants and other smaller pieces of clothing, like socks… were removed.

I laid there, naked, underneath Homura as he stared at me, smiling. Why was he doing this? I don't understand, I always thought we were enemies. This confused me, even more than when Sanzou had gotten mad at me for worrying about him.

When he forced his tongue again into my mouth again I bit it, hard enough to draw blood. Homura pulled back immediately, somewhat surprised by my action. Then he laughed, apparently amused by my feeble efforts to breakaway. Then resumes to deepen his kiss but this time uses his free hand to force my jaw open. My muffled sounds of protest only served to aggravate him. He moved from my mouth down to the collarbone and then to my chest. There was nothing I could do but sit back and stared blankly as Homura continued. I could feel his hardness as he hastened his approach, impatiently. I stared in horror as he unzipped his pants and pulled it to his ankles revealing his growing urges. It was horrible, the fear that overtook me. I tried to close my eyes and blocked out these feelings his touch brought.

All of a sudden he entered me. The searing pain caused me to scream in agony. Homura showed no mercy as he pumped in and out without pausing.

He was very rough. My body was forced back from the sheer strength of his thrusts. I begged for him to stop but my pleads were ignored as he repeated his attacks without hesitation. The thoughts rushing through my mind… humiliation, fear, rage, resentment and worst of all disgrace… I was humiliated and enraged by Homura's actions, fearful of the outcome, and even resentful towards my inability to fight back, and I felt disgraced by being taken, by him of all people. The one who had been after Sanzou's scroll, the one who had been sending assassins after us, the one whom I had sought to surpass.

I let out a gasp as Homura entered me again. Tears streamed out of my eyes despite my attempts to hold them back. Homura stopped for a moment and looked at me, he has noticed I was crying. He stared at me for a few more moments before he starts to place quick kisses on my neck and chest, biting me. Licking up my tears and leaving small pinkish marks, bruises, marking me, to remind me of how I belonged to him now.

"You are so beautiful…" he commented before resuming. He was so close that I could smell his breath, the fragrance of his aftershave, his shampoo, his sweat… his lust. A moan escaped me as he thrusts in again and again, I regretted it almost immediately when I saw him smile. Smiling at how he assumed he gave me some pleasure from all this. He was near the end as he hastened his movements.

{Sanzou…} I gasped in a low enough voice so Homura does not hear. Homura was too occupied by what he was doing to notice anyways. How I long to hear him call my name, especially now.

Thoughts of Sanzou flooded into my mind, blocking out the pain. The incident in the inn, all the glorifying details rushed back to me. How he wanted me out of his room… or rather out of his life? The pointless argument, the pain I felt when I heard him say those words. Would I ever see him again?

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It seemed to last forever before finally Homura gave his last thrust and released in me, contended. After a few moments he freed my hand.

He put his pants back on, sat up, and whispered into my ear "Don't bite your tongue…" Then without warning, popped my injured arm's socket back into place. Repairing the injury he had caused earlier in our first meeting when he dislocated the joints of my left shoulder.

I let out a coarse scream, my voice was sore from screaming. He got up and left the room. I could hear him locking the door behind him and walked down the hall as I laid there, lost for words. Too weak from the ordeal to move all I could do was quietly sobbed at Sanzou's name.

"Sanzou tatsukete…"  {But would he come?} I questioned myself {after what Homura did… Would he still want you back?}

~*~*~Sanzou~*~*~

I continued to sit there smoking my cigarettes and staring out the window. "Chi, it's still raining..." I whispered to myself. It had been hours since Goku had dashed out and still no signs that the baka saru was going to return.

Usually I wouldn't give a damn if it wasn't for something that happened just seconds ago.

…Sanzou…

It reminded me of what Koumyou Sanzou had mentioned. I had heard a voice. It sounded like Goku… calling my name. But it was ridiculous. Still it unnerved me for some strange reason…

TBC

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Next chapter… what happens when Homura and his lackies goes to find Sanzou to tell him these twist of events…

But will Sanzou care?....hum...