Disclaimers: Characters of Vampire Princess Miyu belong to Hideaki Toshirano. I'm just temporarily borrowing a few of them.

A/N: This chapter has been heavily edited to adhere to the guidelines of this website. I will post a link to the uncensored chapter on my profile sometime later. In essence, Garline's present situation can be likened to modern life. (Omake) denotes edited sections. Apologies if this chapter seems too short.

Warnings: Think of it as: nightclub, spiked drink, drugged into compliance and 'date-raped'. If squeamish, please turn back now.

Irreversible Mischief

He did not know how he had gotten himself into this situation. One moment he was thanking the girl for hiding him in her room as she closed the door, the next minute he found himself flat on the bed. The sudden impact of her body knocked the breath from his lungs. "You misunderstand, I don't-"

"Oh no, I didn't, sweetheart. I did say there was a price to pay for hiding you, didn't I?" Valeria bent down and licked his ear. She began to push the straps of her blouse off her shoulders, baring her modest bosom in the process. Larva was at a loss for words, as she pressed her lips aggressively against his.

Even as his lips parted in initial response to her forwardness, he felt a strange prickly feeling shoot through his body. It made him immobile and it brought him back to himself. Garline. Garline had called for him. Something was happening to him. He knew, even if he didn't know how he was so certain. He had to go.

The knowledge gave him renewed strength. With one vigorous shove, he heaved the girl off his body as he pulled himself up, sending her tumbling off the bed to land painfully on the floor. As she started cursing him, he hastily drew some money out of his pocket, dropped it on the bed and shot out the door he shattered into splinters.

As he tore through the bordello to the top floor, ignoring the people throwing themselves out of his way, his ice-blue eyes blazed with a fierceness and resolve that frightened all who saw them. He had to find Garline. Before it was too late. Crashing past the doors to the rooftop, he launched himself into the night.


He laid down the unconscious youth gently on the bed, and began undoing buttons with experienced swiftness. As the pale rose shirt was carelessly discarded to join the rest of the youth's clothing on the floor, he remarked, "Back at last, I see."

Ariakas loosened his cream cravat. He was clothed in cream silk from head to toe, and he knew that what was about to happen next would not make it any easier for him, whether he was an observer or participant. But he could not resist. For it was a weakness of his. And to be led by one of his biggest weaknesses as well…

Kai shrugged off his cloak and tore off his shirt, while chuckling. "Are you sure you don't want to join in now? Maybe later then."

Kicking off his boots but keeping his breeches on, he sat on the bed alongside the boy. So beautiful… then he climbed on top of him. Locking the youth's knees between both of his, one sharp, clear nail traced a meandering path across a hairless chest.

The slicing pain woke Garline, his eyes opening to see blood springing to the surface of the shallow cut. His gasp of pain became a sharply inhaled breath as Lord Kai ran his tongue from the base of the cut above his stomach, lapping the blood as he went along. Then along his throat until they were face to face.

The look of intense desire on that scarred but mesmerising face froze Garline. "Lord Kai-"

"Just Kai from now on. Obey me, or you'll be very sorry. I promise a night you'll never forget." Tasting his own blood was a shock, as the other pressed lips on his in a brief hard kiss.

"And don't hold back…" The loss of those lips made him want to call for their return, then he felt them alternately nibbling and suckling a trail in the opposite direction back down his upper torso. The pleasure was exquisite torture. One knee pried his legs apart. He still felt somewhat feverish.

"Lord Kai-"

(Omake)

He had never felt so hot. There was intense pressure building up in his lower abdomen, and he was twisting beneath the dark head, his own fingers digging into the mattress. "Ohh…no…. please… don't…." It all became one low moan.

Ariakas was watching the whole scene. Damn Kai, he knew exactly how to entice him into cooperating. Watching the purple-eyed youth as he lost his innocence beneath the expertise of that devil, the loss of control was bringing a blush to that beautiful body. His own will was weakening, and his only two solutions were to leave, or participate.

However, the greenish aura on the chamber doors and windows told him that if he left, he'd have to make one hell of a destructive mess, and then it'd be very hard to explain. Not to mention the endless gossip fuel this whole situation would provide. He'd have to take the other choice. Gold-tipped nails began undoing the buttons on his cream silk shirt.


He was at the palace. The majesty and beauty of the buildings would have made him stop to admire them, be it night or day. Now however, he was pressed for time and he had to find him. Garline, I'm coming, please be all right…
(Omake)

Ah, the taste of innocence and youth… Swallowing the clear, slightly salty fluid, he pulled himself up to look down at the boy. Garline's eyes were shut, his body was flushed and trembling, but his breathing was becoming more even. He undid his breeches, letting them slide to the floor. Licking damp lips, he turned to look at his bright companion. Cat-clever wiles turned from sensual to commanding.

Ariakas looked at the outstretched hand. He knew the ironclad ruthlessness hidden beneath a veneer that said otherwise, and it was on occasions like this that the sheath came off. His hesitation made silvery-green impatience burn with annoyance. They captured his gaze. The will in them would have toppled entire forests; so compelling were those dratted eyes.

(Omake)

Kai and Ariakas had always been in possession of theirs however, and during this combined coupling, their eyes had been communicating with one another. They had an audience.


He had found him. The sight had numbed Larva beyond feeling. This must have been how Lemures felt, but much worse. His Garline, in the throes of ecstasy and dominated by the 2 men that made him so intensely jealous. Standing on that marble rooftop, he had never been colder. The harsh chilliness of the moonlight was warmer than him for once. Bitterness flooded his mouth. He didn't know what to do. Yet he couldn't look away, such self-inflicted agony…
Lying on the bed, holding Garline to him was easy, as the inexperienced young man tried to pleasure him with his mouth. His eyes were fixed on his companion however, amusement curling his lips as he could see every thrust threatening the boy's self- control. Before this night was over, Kai would turn this boy into an expert of sorts in the arts of pleasuring a man. His eyes flickered beneath half-closed lashes to the open window and beyond.

(Omake)


Each time he called out the dark lord's name, it was as if someone had stabbed a dagger into his heart. Watching the two of them intertwined and kissing so passionately, the reins of control in Lord Kai's hands as he ruthlessly marked Garline as his own… it was excruciating.

Yet, that had not been the worst. It was at the moment of their mutual climax that he knew himself.

Garline had said the three words that he never knew he wanted to say, until today. I love you. But not to him, to the man who was bedding him… Larva had doubled over and remained so for a moment, the pain from clenched fists unable to distract him from the agony in his chest.

The betrayal was seared across his mind and heart, almost numbing him beyond thought. He was dimly aware of the dark lord bending down to kiss those rosy lips, of Garline stirring and being turned over. Poised on all fours this time, the same man covering him like a stallion with a mare, they were doing it again-

Suddenly, the sight and the sounds of everything were too much for him. He had to run. Run away as far as he could. Even as he faded into the night, his vision blurring quickly and blood dripping down his palms, he knew he could not outrun the memories of this night.


Ariakas bore the young man in his saddle. As he slid soundlessly off Ranma below Garline's bedroom window, he looked expressionlessly down at the limp body in his arms. Kai had been a thorough discipline master this night, giving the boy memories and lessons he was most unlikely to forget.

Yet there had been a strange wistfulness in those silver-green eyes as he asked Ariakas to take the exhausted boy back to the mansion, one hand idly running over the boy's features down to his waist. His heart went out most to the one who had to endure the sight of it all, Kai breaking his beloved in even as he watched. That would have enlightened Larva to his own feelings, if he did not know already.

Tensing his muscles, he sprang.


Larva could not sleep. His eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling; he was a frozen lump. He had sensed a slight movement next door, which was Garline's room. As he rose slowly from his bed, uncertain if he should go check, something made him turn towards his window.

The silver moon painted the garden all in grey shadows, but illuminated the lord getting onto his golden lion. Haunted glaciers met sympathetic warmth, then the lion and its master were streaking across the lawn to vanish behind the mansion.

"Damn… him…" The hot tears began to flow, as he collapsed to the floor, the sobs racking his body. He never moved from the floor that night, as the boy inside him wept for all things lost.

Garline was not the only casualty of that night.

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P.S. Bluedragongirl -'Health' terms? Your meaning is not clear. Rape is not pleasant under any circumstances... especially when the victim regains his senses. But it's been re-edited and don't worry, the worst is over. Just the aftermath to deal with.