Woohoo! I am glad to present Chapter Four of 'Drugs'! Hehehe. This is the longest point I have ever reached upon writing a story. I suck, don't I?- There goes that happy face again. Am I using it too much? Sorry!!! -
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Chapter FOUR
"W-what are you going to do with those?" asked Kira nervously. His eyes had learned to adjust to the darkness since he got there, and at that moment he was sure that he was seeing Athrun holding a knife in his right hand and a long trail of chains in his left. He wanted to ignore the feeling of fear, but it was the only emotion present at the moment.
"Kira, Kira, Kira," said Athrun with a sly smile. He kneeled and placed the knife on the floor. "I told you I wanted us to be kids again," Then he caught Kira off guard, wrapping the chains around his neck and securing both ends of it in metal circular bolts with holes in them, which were attached just above the brown-haired beauty. "How come you look weird? Don't you like games anymore?" Athrun kissed Kira gently, their lips only brushing against each other. The ZAFT pilot did this knowing that the other was still slightly erect, and by teasing him Athrun was in full control.
Kira didn't care if Athrun was going to seduce him over and over again. He only thought about getting away from the knife only a few feet away from him. Athrun wasn't in his normal state, and it was very possible for him to commit murder at that time. Kira looked into Athrun's eyes. Still no glow, and his smile remained heartless. Was there no way out?
"Kira…" Athrun kissed Kira's neck once more, tasting his smooth skin and causing the boy to sigh deeply. He placed his hand over the other pilot's chest. His heart was racing. Could it be… fright? The idea made Athrun smirk. Yeah, right. Kira Yamato, afraid of him? It was simply too funny.
As their lovemaking was repeated, and several orgasm sessions later, Kira found himself terribly exhausted. Athrun, on the other hand, wasn't about to give up. Little did the captive know that he was about to be woken up… in a very gruesome approach.
"Haven't you had enough, Athrun?" Kira asked in a hushed voice. He had moaned, groaned, sighed, and screamed a dozen enough times already. When his partner gave him a sweet peck on the cheek, he saw that not even a trace of tiredness was there. Strange, he thought. He's the one doing everything, so shouldn't he be the one dying of lack of strength? "Where do you get your energy?"
"I don't know," Athrun whispered, resting his head on Kira's strong shoulder. "Anyway, round one has just ended. I want to reach the boss,"
"What are you--?" Kira suddenly felt a sharp coldness touch his upper arm. He didn't move nor speak as he felt it move deeper into his skin, triggering an involuntary jerk. "Ah…" The point went further, and Kira gave a soft scream when it had penetrated his limb. A red warm liquid flowed. Kira winced when he realized he was bleeding.
"Hahaha," Athrun sat up straight, lifting the same knife he had taken a while ago. Kira saw it had blood on it. The blue-haired boy placed it close to his mouth, and licked it clean. "Mmm…" He droned. "Just everything about you tastes good, Kira,"
Kira was speechless. He prayed that Athrun was done and would go back to pleasuring him, but he wasn't. The ZAFT pilot went a bit nearer his body, and once again the knife touched him. "Don't," pleaded Kira. "Athrun, are you going to kill me?"
"Kill you?" Athrun sounded as though he didn't have a deadly weapon in his hand. "Why would I do that, and to a close friend? Never," He pressed the end of the knife on Kira's chest and went down, forming a long, jagged line. "I still want to hear your lovely voice, especially when you scream," He quickly added enough pressure to leave a bloody trail, Kira struggling against the pain. It wasn't unbearable, but strong enough to hurt him. "Go on, Kira," continued Athrun without stopping the assault. "Sing for me. Sing until your throat dries. Sing, and I'll be too entertained to kill you. Now wouldn't you like that?" He pushed the blade inside Kira's chest. Out came blood, and so did Kira's scream.
"Athrun!!!" groaned Kira. His body was shaking in attention. "Darn you! Why are you doing this? You bastard!"
"That's weird," said Athrun as he stopped for a while. "A minute ago you were begging me to screw you sick, but now you're calling me a bastard? You're very rude, don't you know that?" He positioned both hands on the floor on either side of Kira's body, and he listened to Kira cry when he bit down as hard as he could, drawing more blood from the boy. He sucked the fresh running scarlet, drinking in delight and smothering some on his fingers and end up licking it away. Kira moaned with the feeling of Athrun's tongue against his wound and his mouth savoring his being. The end was nowhere near.
When Athrun had finished, the sides of his mouth and face had hints of blood, and his fingers were red. Even his hair had a share of it. Kira blushed, seeing how beautiful the color was on him, despite the morbidness.
"Somehow," began Athrun. "I'm not yet satisfied…" He ran a hand through his hair, and without warning grabbed Kira's own. Kira grunted with the force, and flinched when Athrun pulled more and brought Kira's face near his. "Like I said, I won't take your life away, but I can bring you to the edge, can't I?" He kissed him hard on the mouth, not allowing him to move away. And when his other hand seized Kira's neck, Kira quickly ran out of oxygen and began to get himself out of the suffocating kiss. Athrun only tightened his grip. Kira could feel his lungs burning and his heart beating in an impossible rate. After a few more seconds, the ZAFT pilot sensed Kira's body limp, and he stopped. Kira coughed heavily, trying to regain his breath. He thought he was going to die. And maybe at the end of that torture, he would be dead.
"Now you know that there's such a thing as a deadly kiss," said Athrun, obviously entertained. "Of course, I could always use a poisoned lipstick…" Kira's eyes widened at this, and the other boy laughed. "Unfortunately, I don't find make-up that important. And surely I'm not homosexual,"
Kira frowned. He had to leave that nightmare. He just had to.
- Chapter Four end -
I'm so sorry! Was this chapter too short? I apologize greatly! You see, I don't want to keep you all waiting, especially when you bother to give me reviews! I was at school when I saw them, and I thank you so much. Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU!!! I may be making a big deal out of nothing but it means a lot to me that you like my work, especially when this is just my second fanfic. Is it too soon to say I love you all? Hihi. -