Eijun softly gasped into Miyuki's ear, arms clinging tighter around his neck as Miyuki mouthed at his shoulder. He sat straddled on Miyuki's lap, his knees bracketed on either side of Miyuki's hips. Miyuki had a hand resting on Eijun's side to prevent him from pressing their bodies closer together while his other hand was steadily stroking their cocks between them. He let out a shaky moan as a thumb circled the head of his cock, spreading the forming bead of precum across the sensitive tip. Miyuki's hand slid slowly back down their shafts, fisting them at a leisurely pace.

Miyuki had been going at a snail's pace for way too long already. Eijun needed more friction, dammit. He should have known this was Miyuki's goal when he told Eijun that he would take care of them both and that he could just sit back and enjoy it. He should have known he would tease! In frustration, Eijun lowered his own hand to help speed things along, only for the grip on his side to be released. The hand grabbed hold of his elbow to lift his arm back up to Miyuki's shoulder. Eijun let out a growl of annoyance, tangling his fingers into Miyuki's messy locks and giving them a good yank. Miyuki chuckled into his ear before teeth ground into the junction of his neck and shoulder in response.

Not for the first time, Eijun wonders how he manages to put up with Miyuki's shit.

Living in a dorm, Eijun had grown accustomed to race towards his climax, never certain when someone would wake up or barge in. Even now, they were unsure when their kidnapper would reappear. Granted, it has been an inordinate amount of time since his last "visit", which only served to put Eijun more on edge. He wasn't too keen on the man walking in on them with their pants around their ankles. And either Miyuki didn't care or figured they had all the time in the world for a slow-building climax, he wasn't sure. But regardless, Eijun really needed Miyuki to hurry the fuck up.

"Get on with it!" Eijun complained. He intended for it to come off authoritative, however, as soon as the words left his mouth; Eijun realized it sounded more like a whine, which he knew would only fuel Miyuki's agenda. And sure enough, Miyuki simply shushed him, as his hand squeezed them both at the base, borderline of too tight before he released the grip to continue with his achingly slow pace. It was time for plan B.

Little by little, Eijun began to thrust his hips further into the grasp, sliding the underside of his cock firmly against Miyuki's while the fingers stroked down the rest of his shaft with the same motion. He was instantly rewarded as Miyuki hissed a sharp intake of air on a, particularly strong thrust, only for his free hand to return to Eijun's hip, halting his progress in a steeled grip. Eijun couldn't help but let out a groan of frustration, resting his sweat-slick forehead on Miyuki's shoulder.

The extra bit of friction must have broken Miyuki's own patience, for his pace steadily began to increase. On each upward slide, he tightened his fist around their tips, before his hand slid back down in a squelching wet path from all the amassed precum they had built up between them. After enduring Miyuki's previous pace for however long, this new speed was almost overwhelming on his overly sensitive nerves that soon had his climax building rapidly. Eijun desperately tried to fight the sensation back, wanting to enjoy the sweet pleasure a little bit longer, but his plan was thwarted when Miyuki rolled his wrist just right and forced his climax to rush to the surface.

Eijun bit back a moan as his seed spilled into Miyuki's fist, fingers digging into the flesh of his shoulder blades as he rode out the residual pleasure. Eijun was panting heavily into Miyuki's neck when his hand began to pump them again, this time much faster than before as Miyuki chased his own climax. The overstimulation quickly had Eijun become fidgety with the need to get away accompanied by a small urge to seek more that left his body confused and anxious. However, it didn't take much longer until Miyuki followed, using his hand to catch the majority of the semen for slightly easier clean-up in the sink. The hand on his hip gripped tighter for several seconds as Miyuki's pleasure washed over him, and Eijun knew when it passed as the hold loosened and his thumb rubbed circles to soothe the affected area.

Eijun took full advantage to rest his entire weight on Miyuki as he let all of his muscles relax. Miyuki brushed light kisses along his jaw and at the corner of his mouth. Ever since he began throwing up, he had been refusing to properly kiss Eijun. He could only assume Miyuki was concerned about bad breath, and at this point, Eijun can't say he would care, but he also didn't want to force Miyuki to kiss him if he wasn't comfortable. Though, Eijun has seen him rinse his mouth out, so he's positive it wouldn't be as bad as Miyuki thinks it would be. And if he keeps it up, Eijun will confront him about it to let him know he doesn't care. So for now, he'll leave it be; see if he works through it himself, first.

"Alight, get off." Miyuki gently pushed at Eijun to make his point, " I wanna rinse my hand." He elaborated when Eijun shook his head and clung completely around Miyuki; arms around his shoulders and legs wrapped behind his waist. "We can continue once I've cleaned up." With a dramatic sigh, Eijun relinquished his hold and rolled off of Miyuki, bare ass making contact on the cold flooring. Miyuki spread his fingers out to reveal the mixture of fluid on his palm as if Eijun needed proof. At the sight of mixed semen and specks of blood, Eijun wrinkled his nose in disgust. Out of his peripherals, he saw a smirk spread across Miyuki's face, and before he had a moment to be wary, the hand was suddenly approaching his face, as if Miyuki was planning to smear the fluids onto Eijun like one would with whipped cream.

"Ew!" Eijun exclaimed as he backpedaled, he nearly flopped onto his back as his shorts tangled around his ankles. The hand didn't follow which meant Miyuki was simply trying to get a rise out of him and succeeded. Miyuki stood up cackling, hand held out in front of him. "Asshole!" Eijun called out to Miyuki's retreating back, accentuating his statement with his middle finger despite him not even looking. Eijun watched as Miyuki grabbed the drying bandage off the countertop as he passed with his clean hand before disappearing into the bathroom.

They had taken to reusing their bandages for lack of clean ones. They would rinse them off in the sink before delicately laying them out to air dry. It also gave their wounds the opportunity to breathe while they waited. Miyuki's hands hadn't been bleeding for a while now, but apparently, the strenuous activity of a handjob was enough to reopen some of it. Eijun would have felt bad if it hadn't been Miyuki's idea in the first place. Eijun took the opportunity to tug his shorts back up while he waited. Whenever Eijun's bandages were laid out and his back was exposed, Miyuki would grow quiet, and only after his wounds were wrapped would he eventually return to "normal". Eijun had asked, on multiple occasions, how bad it was, but would only get a vague answer before Miyuki clammed up.

Now that he was alone, he began to grow nervous as he side-eyed the door. It really had been a while since they had last seen their kidnapper, and Eijun was concerned that he was working on something more extreme, or even torturing the others. In a way, Eijun almost preferred it when the kidnapper consistently came in to torment them, because, then, at least, he knew the others were being left alone. That, however, unfortunately, meant Miyuki would often be caught up in it as well. And while Eijun would prefer it just being him that had to suffer, he was honestly glad he wasn't alone. He doesn't know how long he would be able to continue on if he were by himself.

With all their new abundance of free time, they had quickly run out of things to efficiently pass the time. There was only so much chatting, teasing, and sleeping they could do before they craved a change of pace. They haven't even been brought any more food or water lately and had already polished off their last bottle. At this rate, they were about to chance the quality of the tap water. So really, Eijun shouldn't have been surprised that Miyuki decided to get handsy for entertainment. Not that he was complaining. If it wasn't for the fact that it would open up wounds, they would probably be doing it more frequently. Not only was it an excellent distraction, but it also offered them temporary pain relief until the post-orgasmic bliss wore off. Honestly, Eijun would totally be down for going all the way, and while he didn't know everything that went into sex between men, he did know it required lube, which they did not have. Or condoms for that matter, or even a way to properly bathe. However, if they were going to die here anyway, did any of that matter?

Eijun hadn't realized he had backed himself into their corner until the creak as the bathroom door opened startled him out of his thoughts and caused his shoulder to smack into one of the walls. Miyuki had paused as he stepped over the threshold, having noticed Eijun's new location before he made the slight adjustment needed to walk towards him. Eijun observed as he rewrapped his hand as he approached, and once he was standing directly in front of Eijun, he crouched down to be on eye level.

"What are you doing," Miyuki said with a straight face. He clearly already knew the answer, but recently he had been insisting Eijun inform him of his thoughts and actions regardless if he could put the puzzle pieces together himself. Eijun instantly began fidgeting under the watchful gaze, lowering his own to his clasped hands. Cold fingers gently grasped his chin and lifted his face up until he was forced to meet Miyuki's eyes once again. "Eijun." And oh boy, that was cheating. Miyuki knows Eijun basically melts whenever he calls him by his first name. Already, Eijun could feel heat rush to his cheeks and he desperately hoped they weren't as red as they felt.

"Miyuki Kazuya! That's not fair!" Eijun retaliated and slapped Miyuki's hand away. Annoyingly, Miyuki simply raised an eyebrow, refusing to break eye contact or move on from the line of questioning. "Fine!" Eijun caved. If it meant they could return to cuddling sooner, then so be it. At this point, Miyuki was going to get grumpy cuddles, and if Eijun bit his finger, well, it was entirely Miyuki's fault. "We haven't seen the guy in a while." Miyuki tilted his head, however, before he could say anything, they heard a loud thunk followed by the hissing of air.

As one, they both turned their gazes to the ceiling where a vent had been haphazardly shoved. "Shit!" Miyuki slapped a damp hand over Eijuns mouth while his other covered his own. After they were branded, they both were confused as to why neither of them had awoken when the man was setting everything up, and eventually, Miyuki had deduced that he probably released some form of gas through that vent that knocked them out, and now, that theory was about to be debunked. They both sat absolutely still as they watched the vent. It wasn't long until Eijun could smell faint chemicals through Miyuki's fingers.

"Mi...yuki-" Eijun tried to warn, but it felt as if his tongue was too big for his mouth. Regardless, Miyuki seemed to have still heard him, as he whipped his head around to lock eyes with Eijun again. Eijun's heart immediately sank when he saw the utter fear reflected in Miyuki's eyes before his vision began to swim and fade in and out, he weakly reached his own hands out in an attempt to grab hold of Miyuki. He never managed to make contact before he completely blackout.


Eijun's mind started to come too slowly. The first thing he was aware of, was odd after teste on the back of his tongue followed by strong deja vu. Next, was his hearing. He could just barely make out a distant high-pitched whining noise that was quickly beginning to irritate him. It would stop and start and stop and start. He was just trying to sleep, dammit! It was almost worse than that bird that would constantly chirp right outside his window every morning from four to seven at his house in Nagano. He had never actually seen the bird but had thrown multiple objects into the tree he thought it was residing in. Eijun groaned in annoyance and rolled over...or tried to roll over. His limbs weren't listening to him, probably because he could barely feel them. His legs especially felt like dead weight with the occasional random tug and pull that he could feel on his thighs. A tiny voice in his brain told him he should be very very concerned.

With great effort, Eijun fought to open his eyes. He managed to crack them open a sliver, only for light to infiltrate his corneas and blind him. However, at that exact moment, his brain was flooded with pain. Severe agony radiated from up his legs. His right leg burned with the pain, while he could feel something cut into his left. Something jagged that shredded through flesh and muscle. It hurt, but he was unable to scream. Unable to even move. His heart was like a jackhammer in his chest, his breathing coming in fast, shallow gasps as the panic built and adrenaline pumped. He felt, and heard metal scrape against his bone, and he was instantly hit with nausea as he ground his teeth from the sound.

Whatever it was that was digging into his leg was removed and Eijun could have cried if he wasn't already. Just when he was hoping - praying - it was done, something long was being forced against the bone until it eventually punctured through. And only then was Eijun able to let out a gurgling, moan and twitch his fingers at the abrupt soreness at having an object pierce his bone.

"So you're awake." A voice chuckled from somewhere above him, and Eijun couldn't help the whine that escaped his throat and the hot trail of tears that finally fell from their ducts. He recognized that voice. While their kidnapper rarely spoke, Eijun would never be able to forget the sound; it would forever haunt him until his eventual death. He forced his eyes open once more, this time succeeding only for the tears to obscure his vision. Eijun felt when the object was pulled out as his leg tried to go with it until it slipped free. He could just barely make out what appeared to be a very large needle before it was set aside and out of view. Shortly after, he felt several small pricks followed by the tug of his flesh as the man stitched his leg closed.

Suddenly, the kidnapper was roughly forced to the side, and he barely caught himself on the metal table Eijun was laying on with a grunt. Eijun could vaguely make out the mess of Miyuki's head behind the man. He watched in slow motion as he watched the rage build in the man's eyes and his hand reach for a metal circular tool with jagged points that were coated in blood. He didn't have time to warn Miyuki before the man spun in a flurry of movement, swinging the object behind him and connecting with Miyuki's face. He watched as Mikyuki collapsed out of his view and as the man observed his work with heavy breathing that slowly turned into manic laughter. The laughter trailed off very quickly and led to silence other than grunts of pain from Miyuki and Eijuns own labored breaths. The man turned back towards Eijun, face blank, and eyes wide.

"I'll leave these with you." He said to Eijun, tossing a bloody hook and sutures onto his chest. The man wandered towards the end of the table, where Eijun noticed for the first time that he had set up a camera on a tripod down by his feet. He recorded everything. After the man packed up everything, he left as if he hadn't just performed some sort of surgical procedure and swung a blade into someone else's face. The metal door slammed behind him with the telltale click of the lock.

Eijun tried to sit up, needed to get to Miyuki, but his limbs still wouldn't fully cooperate. In a last-ditch effort, Eijun took a deep breath in - ignoring the pain - and forced himself to roll over and off the table where he landed painfully onto the unforgiving cement. The contact to the fresh wound brought instant tears to his eyes.

"Miyuki?" Eijun rasped in between gasps of breath. When he didn't get a response, he turned his head until he found Miyuki laying on his side, facing Eijun. His hands covered his face as blood easily flowed between his fingers, soaking into the bandages and pooling underneath his head. His glasses lay shattered in the growing puddle where Miyuki remained silent.