A/N: So, like I have warned you guys in the summary and at the end of chapter three, this chapter is rated M for violence, some harsh language and sexual situations. Thanks for the reviews by the way!

- Chapter four -

It was dark. So dark, that Eiri couldn't see a thing. After awhile, he realised he was unable to open his eyes at all.

His head was throbbing. Eiri tried to lift up a hand to massage his temples, but was unable to do that too. His hands weren't tied; he didn't feel a rope or any of the sort around his wrists. He just simply couldn't move his arm.

The thought caused slight panic to dwell inside him. He tried to kick. Nothing happened. Even his legs refused to move. Eiri started to get terrified. What the fuck has happened to me!

He didn't know what to do. His whole body felt paralyzed. But for some strange and not-so-pleasant reason, he could still feel a touch. He felt his hair tickling his ear; he felt cold air blow on his bare chest from somewhere. Maybe it was because he couldn't see, but he soon noticed that his other senses had sharpened. Even the smallest contact to his skin tinged and the the faintest sound was audible.

And then he suddenly felt a searing pain in his shoulder. He wanted to wince, but the muscles in his face didn't even flinch.

He tried to think rationally. I can't be paralyzed thoroughly, my heart's pounding and I'm still breathing normally, aren't I? Then could it be...

Then realisation hit him: poison. Flashes of memories started to form up in his mind. The strong hand, covering his mouth and nose; his ring, the one his mother had given him before her death, slipping of his middlefinger, while he was trying to fight the attacker. His limbs feeling unnaturally heavy. The tall, thin man standing in front of him, clad in black...

He also recalled a stinging, bitter smell on the man's hand who had jumped on him from the treetop. The smell, lulling him into a blurry sleep.

Which he had now awakened from. The confusement about the paralization of his body vanished when Eiri started to ponder where the hell was he. He wanted to open his eyes desperately and to see his surroundings. He believed he was alone in the room. He assumed it was a room, a dark one, since he couldn't see any light through his eyelids. Though, he had no idea of the time, and for what he knew it might be already midnight. Hell, it might be days since he was kidnapped. Or weeks.

His stomach growled. He was hungry; it seemed as though he hadn't eaten in ages. He could still smell the bitter odor in his nose and, in addition with hunger, Eiri was starting to feel sick.

How could've I been so stupid? He wanted to beat himself up for acting so carelessly. I should've learned to trust my instincts by now...

He was getting restless and mocking himself didn't help at all. Helpless, he thought sourly in his mind. Why am I left alone? If I'm kidnapped, shouldn't I be guarded in case anyone came to look for me?

If he could've frowned, he would have done that now. Would someone come to look for him? Had Shuichi, Touma and the others realised by now that he was missing? He knew Shuichi must have. From experience Eiri knew that Shuichi would be worried sick if he was gone for even an hour without an explanation.

Thinking about Shuichi made his chest tighten. Was he being kidnapped because someone wanted to get their share of his brat? Maybe the kidnappers would use Eiri as blackmail to get something from the popstar... Eiri could only guess. Nevertheless, he was worried about his lover. Though he would never be caught admitting it, but he cared about Shuichi. For fuck's sake, he cared about him more than anything. But knowing Shuichi, if he was told Eiri would be killed if he didn't do exactly what was asked of him, Shuichi wouldn't hesitate to do as ordered. And this concerned the blonde novelist the most.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard hasty footsteps from somewhere near. Suddenly, he felt a door spring open on the wall opposite him and cold air surrounding his limp body. Eiri's heartbeat quickened and now, more than ever, he wanted to open his eyes but failed miserably.

"Ah…" he heard a thin and silent, but still very audible voice sigh. "Yuki Eiri-san, welcome."

If he could've, Eiri would have snorted. Welcome my ass. Like I had a choice of coming here.

Heavy footstep of another person drew closer to Eiri. The person was so close to him now that the blonde could feel his thick and reeking breath on his face. He winced mentally, but couldn't possibly move away from that stenching person he suspected to be a man. His suspicions turned to be correct as Eiri heard his voice.

"You lied to me, Kazuya," the man sneered and Eiri felt a rough hand on his chest. He wanted frantically to tell the repulsive man to get his hands off.

Kazuya, supposedly the owned of the voice that had so pleasantly greeted Eiri, chuckled. "I did…? And what, Riko, did I lie about exactly…?" Kazuya spoke with a lingering, almost whispering tone.

Riko snickered. "You said" – the lumpy hand caressed Eiri's chest harshly – "that Yuki-kun was good-looking. But in my opinion, he is, in fact" – Riko lifted his hand upward to fondle Eiri's face rather clumsily – "absolutely divine."

Eiri could hear his heart drumming in his ears. He didn't like the lust that accompanied Riko's voice. He didn't like it all, and the fact that he was incapable of defending himself in his current state made matters even worse. He just had to hope Riko had something else to do…

It turned out in a few seconds that Eiri was wrong. Kazuya let out an airy laugh and said with his overly calm tone: "I am very sorry, Riko-san, for not making your Yuki-san justice. But I have other matters to attend to now, and I must speak with Watsuki. We must proceed quickly to the next stage. I trust you to keep our guest entertained for the time being, eh, Riko-san…"

His breath stuck in his throat, Eiri got extremely alarmed. Your Yuki-san…? This – Riko, he wouldn't… No…

Terror captured Eiri's heart as Kazuya left the room, closing the door with a clatter. Riko bent closer, his disgusting breath heating Eiri's face.

"Finally, Yuki-kun…" he whispered with deep desire ringing in his voice. "I have waited so long for this moment, you have no idea…"

Riko violently ripped Eiri's shirt, exposing his skin to the cold, still air. Even if Eiri would've been able to speak, he couldn't have. He was too stunned in fright. Never had he believed he would be this scared after New York and that night when Kitazawa….

Riko had started to breathe heavily. "Seeing all those pictures and articles about you and Shindou make me sick," he rambled on as he unbuttoned his shirt. "He isn't worthy of you, Yuki-kun… worthy of your gorgeous body…"

Something ticked in Eiri's head. This man, Riko, knew nothing about Shuichi and yet, he was speaking about him like his lover was worthless. Horror moved away for awhile and was replaced by growing anger.

"He is such a no-talent, unlike you, Yuki-kun… I can save you from him, you know, Yuki-kun, I can save you from his manipulation. I'm not like him; I'm not after your money like he is… Though Kazuya-sama has different motives than I have, regarding your kidnapping, I know Shindou is going to get what he deserves. I'll make him suffer for stealing you away… Then you'll be free of him, Yuki-kun…"

Hatred boiled within Eiri. If Riko, Kazuya or the once-mentioned Watsuki laid one finger on his Shuichi, he wouldn't hesitate on killing again.

He heard a belt rattle as Riko opened it. "He is such a little slut, that Shindou. I bet he moans like one too, when he's being fucked... I wouldn't be surprised if I'd find out in a few years' time that he was selling himself on the streets…"

That was the last drop.

"Shut… the fuck… up."

Every single word was painful to utter aloud , but immense anger gave Eiri the strength. Not in any circumstances would he simply sit and listen Shuichi being insulted that way. He didn't know was the poison wearing off (he had clenched his hand into a tight fist) or was he able to resist it just because of plain rage.

Riko looked at him, puckering his brow. "Hmph. I think I ought to give you another dosage of the poison. But not yet; I want you to be conscious while I'll finally have your sweet body." He licked his upper lip.

Now only dressed in his underwear, Riko leaned very, very close to Eiri's face. He was just about to crush his eager lips onto the novelist's, when something happened he never expected.

Eiri spat on his face.

Riko fell backwards with a shout, wiping of the spit, enraged.

It had taken all of Eiri's strength to spit on the man. He wasn't even sure if he'd hit the man's face or shoulder... The blonde breathed heavily, knowing that Riko would be extremely pissed now. But Eiri didn't care, since the nauseating man had spoken of Shuichi as though he was a whore.

"You really shouldn't have done that, Yuki-kun… As much as I adore your body, I don't mind HURTING IT!"

With the last two words, Riko hit Eiri hard in his ribs. The paralyzed man gasped for air as the blow made all of it disappear from his lungs. Riko punched Eiri's right side again, now harder.

Excruciating pain seared through Eiri's body as he felt a nasty crack in his ribs. Before he had even mildly recovered, Riko violently hit his jaw.

Warm blood spluttered from between Eiri's lips on his bare chest. Eiri forced himself to cough; otherwise he would've choked into his own blood. He started to fall back again into the dark and cold sleep he had been in before waking up.

Riko laughed maniacally. "I'm going to make you feel sorry for spitting on me. Even though it is your spit, Yuki-kun, nobody spits on Riko." He smacked Eiri's face again, then his chest and his ribs.

Eiri felt his left eye start to swell after the strike. The pain in his ribs was slowly turning into unbearable. His face was covered in blood, he could taste blood in his mouth… He was having trouble breathing, probably because of his broken ribs.

His last though before giving in for the agonizing pain, was about Shuichi.

Please… be safe. Shuichi…

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"So, Yuki-kun… I see I will have to have you passed out anyway," Riko grunted as he saw that Eiri's eyes weren't moving anymore under his closed eyelids.

Wiping his bloody hands into Eiri's ripped shirt, Riko kneeled in front of the bruised man. As tenderly as he could (which wasn't very tender, mind you) he kissed Eiri's swollen lips. Riko felt arousal take over him and quickly opened Eiri's belt, tugging the dirty pants down Eiri's thighs. He trailed his callused palms over the soft, pale skin, groaning quietly.

He turned Eiri's limp body almost brutally on his stomach, hitting Eiri's head onto the hard floor in the process. But Riko was so impatient of having Eiri's delicious body to himself that he didn't care. Without hesitating, Riko crawled on top of Eiri and thrust himself inside the man of his dreams.

Riko continued relentlessly raping Eiri, gradually getting closer to his climax. His loud moans and sighs filled the empty and cold room with bloodstains on one wall. Eiri was fortunate enough to be unconscious, since Riko wasn't exactly very gentle.

Finally, Riko let out a yell and ejaculated inside Eiri. He fell onto the floor, gasping for oxygen.

After settling down, Riko got up and dressed himself. Before leaving the room, he glanced at the unconscious man he had just raped. The sight of the naked form made him stir up again, so he reluctantly pulled Eiri's pants back up.

"I'll make sure that no one else can have you ever again, Yuki-kun… Though Kazuya doesn't have any business with Shindou, I'll get him out of the way, so you and I, Yuki-kun, can be together every night and day…" the rapist mumbled aloud, gazing hungrily at the blonde novelist.

With a self-satisfied grin Riko went to look for Kazuya, locking the door behind him.

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A/N: Well, it wasn't SO violent after all. Riko's one-sided sex-scene was a bit… well, ahem, ludicrous. Anyway, I decided to stop giving ridiculous names for the chapters, so this one didn't have a title.

Thank goodness it's the weekend now, so I have lots of time to write! You might get chapter five next week, if I'm being productive. If.