Warning: Dark Themes ahoy
Chapter Five – The Art Of Fear (Part Two)
Day Four
The boy doesn't know what time it is, or even what day. All he knows is that he has been sleeping again. Partly because he was bored, mainly because he was thirsty. And hungry. Sleeping made him forget the scratching in his throat, the rumbling in his stomach, if only for a while. He had paced the room once more after his 'captor' had left, speaking ominously about coming back soon, leaving him antsy and slightly manic. After an hour, exhaustion claimed him and he settled at his usual corner to panic inwardly.
This can't be happening.
The boy thinks for the hundredth time.
These kind of things happened in movies, or scary cities. Not in Miyagi. Not to boys like him. Boys who had never even set foot outside their town except for that one trip to the base of Mount Fuji when he and Natsu were nothing more than toddlers. He tried hard to come up with any reason why anyone would want to kidnap him. His parents weren't rich. His mother was a freelance designer who did more contracts with new neighbors than anything else, and his father was a simple office-worker, always huddled in a cubicle or otherwise sent to the main office in Tokyo to work every now and then.
Thinking made the boy feel worse sometimes, made the whole situation feel too real. He doesn't like to admit it but there are moments when he would be sitting, thinking about the possibilities of 'why' he was targeted, and the next he would suddenly be seized with blind panic, suddenly stand and start scrambling at the walls and reopening boxes as though he missed something. The boy usually snaps out of this cloud of panic as quickly as it comes.
Then the boy will return to the corner and stare holes at the trapdoor above him, wondering when it would finally open. Wondering if he's hoping it would stay shut forever.
"Wake up," A voice said. The boy flinches awake, eyes darting towards the man before him. His breath quickened, and he grasps his blanket tighter. This brings a smile to the man's face. "Easy." He said, as though the boy was a wild creature, and he was calming it down.
"M-My family," The boy stuttered, "We don't... we don't have money." His teeth was chattering.
The man simply smiled.
"I know."
The boy's breathing becomes heavier. He could feel the man's gaze on him, making his insides feel cold.
"Then why?" The boy says harshly. "I don't understand," His eyes prickled with confused tears. "I didn't do anything-"
"Shouyou." The man said, his voice ringing in the room, overriding the boy's panicked speech. "Shut up."
The boy opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
"Why-"
SLAP!
The boy is knocked to his side, completely caught off guard. His ears were ringing and his cheek feels warm. If the boy was being honest, he couldn't really feel the pain. His nerves were too shocked to feel anything else.
"When I tell you to shut up," The man said, his voice strangely calm and quiet, despite his fist shaking at his side. "You listen. Understood?" The boy nods, not daring to open his mouth, not daring to breath.
The man exhales, and his hands unclenched.
"Sorry about that," The man says, sounding sincere. The boy cannot compute how he could sound sincere. "Here, a little present so that you'll forgive me." His eyes bore into the boy and seemed happy when the boy averted his eyes after a few seconds to stare at the ground between them. He had a plastic bag in one hand, and a glass of milk in the other. He took out an identical sandwich from before and placed both of them in front of the shaking and frightened boy.
Then he simply watched while the boy hesitated, eyes darting from the man, to the meal, to the man again. When the internal war finally ended, the boy reached out and grabbed the milk first and started drinking, his Adam's apple bobbing as he did. The action cause the man's cock to stir.
The man laced his fingers in front of his face, hoping to hide the gleeful smile behind them. The boy seemed not to notice, seems intent on finishing every single drop. When he had, his hands grabbed the sandwich and he wolfed it down as quickly as he could.
"Satisfied?" The man asked. The boy stayed quiet, fearing it was a trick question. This makes the man bark out a laugh. "You're a smart boy aren't you?" He said, his eyes crinkling affectionately. His hands rested on the boy's lap, above the blanket, making him flinch. The man pretended not to notice, then proceeded to rub slow circles where the boy's thigh should be.
The boy pales and pushes the man's hand away but the man catches it.
"Now, now," The man said condescendingly, as though berating a small child. "just stay still." The boy tries to pull his hand away, his heartbeat quickening, and then- the world spun.
The boy groans, a wave of nausea suddenly hitting him.
"Ah, I guess it's finally kicking in." The man's voice sounded garbled, like a radio station without signal. The boy gave one last effort to pull his hand away before darkness consumed his vision.
The boy wakes groggily, his head feeling heavy, his arms in an awkward position over his head. He tried to tug at it but even that required too much effort. His limbs felt heavy, like his blood was replaced with lead, and everything felt sluggish. The room looked different –too dim, too big- even the walls were different. He was also on a rather large bed.
It took him to realize that he really was in a different room. His mind told him to seize this opportunity, told him this might be his chance to run. He pulled against the ropes that was holding his hands in place, but it was secured tight.
Then the bed dipped.
"You're finally awake." The boy's heart jack rabbited as the man appeared before him. He tried to kick the man but his movements were slow. The man caught his leg with an amused laugh. "So you can still move, huh?" The man moved closer towards him until he was practically on top of the boy, his hand caressing the boy's hair.
The boy starts gasping in panic because his body wasn't listening to him. He tried rolling to his side but his back feels glued to the bed. The man loomed above him, his eyes clouded with lust. Every time the boy struggled, his whole body rubbed against the man. Something hot and slick -a tongue- touched the boy's neck, making him shut his eyes. He struggled again, and then his stomach rubbed against something hard. The man above him groaned and bit him. Large hands grabbed at the boy's uniform and started unbuttoning them.
"S-stop! Please!" The boy keened. His whole body was slicked with sweat but his insides felt cold. The man above him moved downwards-
The boy was beautiful; his fiery hair was soft to touch, every inch of his skin was like undiscovered tapestry, he made the cutest faces with the right touches. When the uniform was finally peeled away, his pale skin stretched for miles; milky and soft.
He was responsive as well, peppered kisses making him groan and arch languidly. When the man's hand finally landed on his crotch area, the boy hissed, started tugging at the ropes again. He looked ravishing. His breath coming in gasps, his cheeks burning bright red, his eyes shut tight as though peeking was a sin.
What man could resist?
He suckled on the boy's perk nipples, liking how this small action made the boy shudder, made him trash his head to the side and bit his lip. He must be in ecstasy. The man wanted more. The man wanted everything.
When his hands dipped into the boy's pants, gripping at the limp member, terrified eyes finally flew opened.
"N-No!" He pulled himself up as the man held his legs open. To the man, he might as well be grinding onto him. "S-stop uhh, ughh..." The boy struggled some more, gritted his teeth. He had a stubborn streak which made the man hazy with lust. And then- "Mmnnh" The boy had his teeth clenched , eyes shut once more. The man rubbed slowly, bidding his time, wanting the boy to enjoy this. The man's efforts paid off when the boy's breathing started coming in shallow gasps and he held a leaky cock in his hands.
"Feels good doesn't it?" the man whispered, sticking a tongue in the boy's ear. The boy shuddered against him, his cock twitching in the man's hand. He shook his head, burying it into the pillow behind him.
The man rubbed his hand on the boy's chest, teasing the perky nipples while making slow strokes with the other. The boy was trembling. His arms shook with small tremors from above him. His legs clamped tightly on both sides of the man, tears of pleasure streaming down his cheeks. After a moment, the boy's hips started buckling, moving on its own. His mouth opened in a small 'o', his eyebrows scrunched while sweat beaded down his face, mixing with the tears.
"Ughh... uhh... a-ah!..." The boy moaned. He was perfection. He was also close to the edge.
The man rubbed the underside of the boy's shaft once, twice, and then let go. The boy beneath him nearly sobbed. He opened his tear-ridden eyes confusingly at the man above him. The man smiled and gripped the boy's shoulder, turned him around and pulled his pants all the way down.
The boy let out a sound of protest, but the man quickly brought him to his knees so he was on all fours before his hands found the bedpost and used it to keep balance. The man pried the boy's legs apart with his knees, finding it moist with sweat. His hands found the small member again and started gathering the pre-cum, sliding his finger into the small hole with it.
The boy tries to lean away. The man whispers in his ear.
"You'll like it, Shouyou," He breathed, "you'll learn to beg for it." He starts pushing his finger in, knowing it was already loose and cleaned. He had already prepared the boy when he was asleep. He added another, and then hooked his fingers.
The boy arched.
"There," The man sounded pleased, even to his own ears. He never expected the boy to be quite so... lewd. "You're a natural." He grabbed his throbbing cock and rubbed the head on the boy's entrance. The boy gasped, either from shock or pleasure, the man could not be certain. He pushes himself slowly.
And groans.
Gods, god...
He gathered the boy's soft hair and pulled his head gently back, exposing the boy's pale neck. The boy was moaning, trembling. The man pushed himself further.
"S-stop, stop stopstop uhh ahh a-ahh.." The man nibbles on his neck, tells him it's alright.
"God, you're so tight." He starts thrusting slowly, feeling every inch on himself going in and sliding back out. "Keep at it." He says breathily. "Keep at it." The boy's arms fail him, his whole body bends forward. His forehead touches the bed. "Y-Yeah, put your ass up, ugh," The man groans. He reaches for the boy's leaking cock, and starts stroking it in time with his thrusts. The boy's face is slick with sweat and tears, this last act pushing him over the edge. He comes with a shudder, while the man keeps pounding into him, feeling the boy tightening around him. "Gods-" The man says before coming himself.
The boy falls limp.
"You can't brush me off again, Hinata. This isn't 'nothing'. This isn't something you should even face alone-" He pauses for a while, hesitates because he doesn't want to assume. "Just tell me what that was, Hinata. What the hell was that guy doing to you?"
A painful expression crosses Hinata's face as he remembers what happened just a few minutes ago. He clenches his small fists, his eyes tearing at the sides.
"I can't!" He whines, "If I say something-" If I say something I might not be able to pretend anymore, I'm scared, afraid, I don't want to spell it out, I don't want to say it because if I do
"I can't-" Hinata whispers, almost inaudible, he covers his face with his right arm, his left hand still clutching his chest.
"I can't."
Author's Note: Well.. I feel awful.