A/N: I'd like to give a special thanks to the guest who commented that they found the rape scene from the last chapter as not glorified. The intent was to hate Nowaki for his actions, not find it hot and sexy.

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Chapter 14

From the I.V entrance on his arm to his torn asshole, Hiroki experienced immense pain throughout each day he woke up from his slumber. Nowaki's continual persistence in fucking him gave him no time to heal. As a result, he learned to block out the pain a majority of the time. His mind entered a space in his subconscious where he stayed until Nowaki stopped thrusting into him. He snapped out of it during different phases of the day where he forgot how many days passed since the last session of fucking. Hiroki attempted to sleep during the time Nowaki left for work, but his aching body prevented him from doing so.

Hearing the sound of Nowaki's incoming footsteps and the door unlocking, plummeted Hiroki's stomach toward the ground. He learned to fear those sounds on account of the actions that happened after Nowaki walked into the room. Too late to fake sleep, Hiroki awaited his doom.

To his relief, Nowaki popped in with a tray of food in his hands, little bowls hiding the flavorless mush and fruit from his sight. Nowaki's beaming smile was on full display. A reminder of the old, kind young man he first met years ago. The determined student who jumped at the chance to improve his life and further himself to a higher level. A full picture of an unassuming display of gentleness and good hospitality.

A sham.

A complete sham.

His heart kept beating faster the more time Nowaki spent in the room. Nowaki's mere presence and towering height brought a tremble to his body.

"Good morning!" Nowaki set the tray on the bedside table, he hid his annoyance at having gotten a call in from work. He prepared this breakfast to feed Hiroki in bed. "I brought you some food."

Hiroki struggled in opening his mouth. The act of eating sounded tiring, but he needed to eat to fuel his lingering energy. Anything sounded delicious to him.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Nowaki picked up a bowl of porridge mixed with protein and crushed vitamins. After weeks without constant meals, Hiroki couldn't stomach fatty or heavy foods. Soups, porridge, soft foods, stayed inside of his beloved. He grabbed the spoon, scooping up a small amount, then blew on the food to cool it down.

After many nights of passion, he wanted to bring the life back into Hiroki. He realized Hiroki's lack figure on the bed, lowering down the passion down in the room. His imagination drew up the image of Hiroki clinging onto him and speaking to him in a loving tone. Nursing his dear one back to health brought an elation inside of him as he planned the counteractions to the medication he originally injected into Hiroki.

Holding the spoon in the air, Hiroki opened his mouth in anticipation, a glint developed in Nowaki's eyes. "You'll have to kiss me before taking a bite."

Hiroki's jaw shut in defiance.

"Now, now, I won't let you have a bite without a kiss." Nowaki sing songed.

Without a choice, or power to defend himself, Hiroki complied. Nodding his head, he gritted his teeth to hide his disgust when Nowaki beamed in delight. Eating the spoonful given to him, he swallowed the mush just as Nowaki kissed him.

Nowaki's closed eyes hid Hiroki's true feelings.

Hiroki fought to keep down the little food in his stomach before vomiting it back up on Nowaki's lap. A wave of satisfaction filled him as Nowaki yelped, jumping off of the bed, trying to keep the bed clean from his soiled clothes. Nowaki didn't lash out at him for the act, but left to change out of his clothes in a hurry.

When Nowaki returned, he didn't appear bothered from the vomit. The cheerful voice irritated Hiroki to the core. Such a delusional wretch. "Don't worry my beloved, the medicine tends to trick the brain into thinking you're full. Nothing to worry about. I'll try to lower the dosage so you can eat a real meal now."

Departing with a one-sided kiss, Nowaki hurried out of the room, missing the grimace from turning around too fast. "I'll try to come home for dinner!"

Waiting until Nowaki distanced himself from the room, Hiroki relaxed on the uncomfortable sheets. He couldn't believe Nowaki kissed him after he hacked up his meager breakfast. Disgusting.

His own voice sounded strained to his own ears when he muttered. "I hope you choke and die, Kusama."

Nowaki remembered Hiroki's medication when he returned home from grocery shopping. With bags of suitable food in his arms, the idea sparked in his head while ticking off the usual routine for Hiroki. In a panic, he dropped the groceries in the living room sofa and hurried toward Hiroki's room. Unlocking the door and entered the room in quick haste, he saw the I.V bag almost bare of medicine. His dearest one laid in bed, pain wrecking his body from the dilution of the I.V bags. Hiroki's vision stayed forward, giving him no remote attention.

When he checked on the arm, Nowaki tutted at the sight of Hiroki's bruised arm, redness spread up the arm and immense purple spots gathered around the entryway. Brushing a thumb on the wound, Hiroki yelped in pain. Taking a mental note to disinfect the area, he left the room, retrieving a saline drip from the medicine cabinet in the kitchen and enclosed medication wipes.

He returned from his errand with the materials in his arms. Disinfecting the left arm, Hiroki's arm jolted from his touch, he moved around to push up the right robe sleeve in order to clean up the area of the right arm. With the swiftness that came with his medical training, he inserted the needle in Hiroki's right arm. Hiroki didn't make a sound to suggest he felt a prick or anything.

Nowaki continued on inspecting Hiroki's body for other damages. In his delirious happiness in having Hiroki in his life, he forgot to do the usual check ups. Hiroki recovered from his accident, but his body weakened because of his medical treatment. So far, he saw nothing too worrying. With hospital equipment in the other room and his E.R training, Nowaki had nothing to fear in keeping Hiroki alive.

Throughout this process, Hiroki fought himself not to cry from this sudden inspection. Having grown used to a fuck and finished method, this prolonged torture didn't help his state of mind. Feeling Nowaki spread his legs open, Hiroki prepared himself to blank out into a empty space to retreat from Nowaki's touches.

"Oh." The disappointment showed clear in Nowaki's tone. Hiroki's hole appeared bright red with large tears on different areas. "We...can't join together for a while. Hiro-san, why didn't you tell me anything?" He didn't seem bothered from witnessing Hiroki's legs slip back down.

Hiroki bit his tongue, as hard as he could, to stop his snarl of anger. No use getting lost in his hurt and fury. Nowaki pulled out and cleaned his ass blindly through using a soapy towel. A soapy as fuck towel which aggravated his open wounds.

For once, Nowaki's doctor instincts kicked in and he thought of checking his abused butt for injuries. At least, this discovery saved him a couple of weeks before he healed. Although, he suspected Nowaki would clear him earlier due to the sex manic euphoria Nowaki entered when fucking him.

Nowaki rubbed Hiroki's knee in a sign of comfort. "I'm so sorry. I know what will help. A nice bubble bath! Be right back." Going into the adjacent bathroom, he turned on the tap,

Hiroki wondered about drowning himself to escape his Hell.

As Nowaki lowered him into the bubble bath. Hiroki hissed when the water made contact with his reopened injuries. Any movement brought on a dull pain and Nowaki's jostling aggravated the scabs to tear. Nowaki whispered soothing words of comfort, all empty meanings to Hiroki's ears.

Keeping his line of sight toward the wall, he ignored Nowaki's wandering hands. Flinching at the brushing fingertips on his lower back, his ass clenched at the implications of those touches. Nowaki made it a priority to touch him whenever given the chance.

"I ended up picking a nice jasmine scented body wash. It's for sensitive skin." Nowaki picked up a rag and began washing Hiroki's arm. "Does it smell nice? Hiro-san?"

Hiroki wrinkled his nose, despising the choice Nowaki picked. In a different time, he might have tolerated the scent, maybe even re-gifted it to a family member. Akihiko, Takahiro and his parents, knew about his pickiness over scents in general. Basic to light scents for him.

The smell of old books peaked his interest than cologne.

Droplets of water trickled down the faucet, hitting the water near his submerged feet. A distraction for him to focus on as Nowaki caressed his lower stomach with the soapy rag.

Dropping the rag into the water, Nowaki frowned. Moving his right hand to massage Hiroki's shoulder, a tense and frigid shoulder. "Hiro-san? You don't look so well. Am I hurting you?"

Hiroki bit the inside of his cheek.

Losing his patience, Nowaki clasped his hand around Hiroki's face, forcing him to turn toward him. He dug his fingers into the skin, feeling the indentations of Hiroki's teeth underneath his fingertips. "Stop ignoring me." Hiroki averted his eyes to the side. "Why aren't you looking at me? Hiro-san. Look at me."

Hiroki turned his gaze onto Nowaki. "Go fuck yourself."

Nowaki frowned. "Now, now, you shouldn't say such hurtful things." Hiroki flinched at the added pressure of those finger. Nowaki dug even deeper, creating crescent moon shapes on the skin. "I know you're in pain, but it doesn't mean you can lash out at me."

Looking through Nowaki's concerned face, Hiroki believed none of this well placed mask. "I can do whatever I want."

"How?" Nowaki laughed, malice showed through, Hiroki shivered under his fingers. "You're stuck here. No one knows you're here. Besides, these drugs have broken down your muscle strength to a point where you need me. You're going to stay by my side for the rest of your life." Releasing Hiroki from his grip, he clenched his jaw at the marring indentations on Hiroki's perfect face. "Ah...my beloved...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Tuning Nowaki out from his mind, Hiroki kept his mouth shut. He jerked his face away from his abuser, not wanting to spare another second to look at him. Catching sight of his reflection in the water, he saw the deep dark circles, wounds on his jawline, the tiredness and defeat, any remaining pride kept him from crying. Showing emotion or pleading to Nowaki did nothing. Anytime he tried voicing his pain, Nowaki picked out the words that suited to his interests.

"Now...how about I get you into a new robe." Nowaki hoisted Hiroki into a princess style hold and returned into the bedroom. "Well, you can use one of my old robes." The utter delight in dressing Hiroki in his clothes made him ecstatic. He always dreamed to wake up alongside Hiroki after a night of passion with an over sized shirt on to cover the bruises on Hiroki's body. His shirt.

Laying Hiroki down onto one side of the bed, to prevent wet spots, he left Hiroki without fear of him moving around. Hiroki shivered from the cold air brushing against his body. Closing his eyes, he listened to Nowaki return and the bed squeaked from the pressure of him getting on the bed. Nowaki moved him and wrapped him in a robe with an overwhelming smell of his own cologne. The familiar scent provided a bit of comfort.

During the process, he fell into his continual pit of exhaustion, hoping to stay unconscious for longer and forever. Every time he fell asleep, he dreamed of nothing, nothing to comfort him other than darkness.

He woke up hours later to Nowaki watching him sleep.

Sitting in her son's apartment, the landlord handed them a copy of the key upon their request, Fuyumi stirred another cup of tea. Adding any sweetener made the liquid sour and bitter to her tongue, but she scooped another teaspoon into her mug. The spoon clinked against the ceramic, bringing noise to the otherwise dead quiet room.

She tried distracting herself from her new reality. Nothing grasped her attention long enough where she didn't stop and break down into tears. Once she ran out of tears, she laid on her bed, clenching her phone on her nightstand. She kept her phone well charged, hoping for her son to call and wake her up from her nightmare.

In some form of relief, her husband's relatives left her alone in her grief. Many acknowledged her immense love for her only child and found kicking her down in her state as tacky and impolite. At least, her husband overheard these comments when he eavesdropped on them during their initial visit the first month of Hiroki's disappearance. Ever since, they made a weekly visit, carrying food and awkward comforting words.

Their constant visits brought Fuyumi to seek refuge in her son's apartment and his old childhood home. Without anyone answering the door, they assumed either one of them left with search efforts.

She stayed clear of his room, keeping to the living room, bathroom, and kitchen.

During her disappearing acts, she left her husband messages of her location before he worried about her as well. Leaving no word or a prior phone call was cruel in the current situation. Despite his strong front, her husband slept little to nothing during the night. The stress of his business and Hiroki's disappearance aged him even faster than before.

Her heart clenched at the image of her son in the worst possible scenarios.

Hearing someone walk into the kitchen, Fuyumi calmed herself down. Placing hand on her chest, she kept her eyes on the amber liquid of her tea. The only two people in Hiroki's apartment were her and Soshi. No one else.

Soshi broke the silence with a hesitant question. "Are you alright?"

Fuyumi clenched her tea cup tight, making her hand tremble. "Stop."

"Fuyumi-"

"Stop asking me that question!" She snapped her head toward her husband, giving him a seething glare. "I'm not going to die. I'm taking my medication and eating all three meals of the day. I haven't gotten an episode in almost five months!"

Soshi pulled out a chair and sat in the chair next to her. "I understand, but Fuyumi, you haven't slept well in weeks."

"Oh? And how am I supposed to react? Our son is missing, we don't know if he's alive or dead, and the police have found nothing. They still think he ran off on us and don't believe someone kidnapped him." Fuyumi tossed her spoon onto the table, cringing at the possible dent on her son's kitchen table. "Damn it..." She let out a sob and slumped on the chair.

Scooting closer to her, Soshi wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back as she kept on sobbing into her hands. "Fuyumi, my love, Akihiko and I are trying our best to find him. Also...Akihiko left to the mountainous areas in secret. He didn't want to give the stalker any clue of his search."

Fuyumi rubbed her eyes with her sweater sleeve, drying off her tears from her face. She found a bit of humor in this situation. Remembering Akihiko throughout the years, her son's friend despised going outside unless it pertained to a sectioned off garden. "Aki-chan? In the mountains?"

"Ridiculous. Isn't it?" Soshi tightened his grip around her. "I'm sure he won't survive without driving around in his car."

Fuyumi laid her forehead on Soshi's shoulder. "I'm...so tired."

Knowing full well she didn't mean sleep, Soshi rubbed her back. "I am too."

Finishing another day of searching throughout the countryside, Akihiko slumped onto the bed of his hotel room. An expensive hotel which met his high demands and pickiness in overall comfort. The woman at the counter recognized his face and placed him in the best room of the hotel, after he signed a random scrap of paper of course. She kept any inquiries of his visit down to a minimum and assured him complete privacy. Thankful to her discrete professionalism, he penned the idea on leaving a nice tip for the hotel.

Before he entered his room, he sent a message to Soshi to prevent himself from telling the lack of good news to Fuyumi. Taking note of her heart condition, he went through preventative measures to keep the shocks to a minimum. The poor woman appeared frazzled and lacked sleep from the constant worry about the health and well being of her son. Her pride and joy. Soshi appeared no less awful than his wife, he funded the town searches, his devastation increased with each passing day.

At some point, The couple agreed on presenting their son's face on the news, giving the police force and their search parties, strangers to search for Hiroki. Tips flooded the phone number listed on TV, but few gave enough information to bring them a clue to Hiroki's location.

Fuyumi feared that whoever took Hiroki might hurt him after the news broadcast, but the family manor received no threatening phone calls.

Not that it calmed her concerns.

Sighing while rubbing his eyes, he cradled his face with his hands. Eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, tossing back espresso shots to perk him up, his determination in locating his best friend urged him on.

Grimacing at his state of clothes, sweat stains, dirt patches, grass stains on his slacks, and dirt on his shoes, he got off the bed and removed his clothing on the way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, he waited until the room steamed from the hot water and he hopped in. Drenching himself in water, he closed his eyes, losing himself in his thoughts.

Days of searching showed no results.

Nothing.

No one noticed anything different in the different towns he visited throughout the week. The townspeople didn't hesitate in answering his questions, giving him no trouble in his search. His rare photo of Hiroki smiling, in their group photo with Takahiro, brought better results than the usual frown of disdain that Hiroki sported.

He tried keeping himself inconspicuous, but his red sports car brought more attention than he liked. Just because he went searching for friend, didn't mean he disregarded his own personal comfort. This decision slowed down his process because of fans recognizing his face and dodging their questions before turning it into a conversation about any sight of Hiroki.

Before telling Soshi about him leaving the city, he made one last attempt to search the surrounding cities on his own. During this time, he made one last visit to Hiroki's job, trying to see if Hiroki told his concerns to them. As predicted, Hiroki kept his personal business shut from everyone from his job. Miyagi, Hiroki's co-worker, handed him a box of cards from Mitsuhashi faculty, students, and graduates from the university. He didn't dare read them. Instead, he kept the makeshift mailbox shut, and away from his curious eyes.

Despite Hiroki's harsh reputation and high expectations, his previous, current, repeat students, and the staff, missed him. Everyone wondered why their Demon Kamijou vanished.

Hiroki joked about his students hating him for his homework load, assuming they respected his teachings, but not the man himself.

Under the spray of the water, tears gathered in his eyes. Rubbing his face, he blamed Hiroki for causing his emotional state of mind. He had not cried since childhood.

Damn Hiroki for making him care.

"You're more loved than you think, Hiroki."

To be continued...