Warnings: Rated M for a reason. Violence, smex, psychological, language, everything.
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Asami´s heart froze instantly. Even in these surroundings, Akihito´s beauty was breathtaking. The weight lay heavy on the tall man´s chest, too heavy to hold on to his now fragile sanity. Trying to get back to his right senses, Asami shook his head. He could no more control his body properly and flinched from the pain. Determined not to let out a single sound for his lover´s sake he bit down hard on his lip.
"Asami!"
The word cut forcefully through his heavy breathing. He gazed for the boy´s eyes in dreadful sorrow. Oh, he was so sorry. Never had he made such a big mistake as involving an angelic creature like this in something so dirty, something so dark. There he sat, on his knees, regretting.
"So, here is the deal." The coarse voice of the American rang through the thick air. "Since you don´t seem to be concerned about your own health, we decided to bring in something more convincing. Something like your little bitch. So, you are going to give us the names or I will do very, very horrible things to the boy."
Akihito shook in terror. He seemed to not posses his full energy level, Asami scanned his body for injuries. Even in this state of mind, he could still trust his eyes. It took so much strength. Asami felt exhausted, only by this mere thinking process. The boy must have been drugged. He would have fought back, he wouldn´t just be still like this. Asami sensed fury flood his gut but he could not break down right now. He needed to find a way out.
"Fine", the American stated and nodded at his underling.
Akihito´s scream ran through Asami´s body like a jackhammer. There he lay, on the ground, his broken arm just coming out again under the man´s boot. Inhaling rasping breaths and exhaling pained moans, Akihito searched for the golden eyes behind the dark bars, his cheek scratching over the dirty ground. In obvious agony his lover looked back at him, desperately fighting against the chains behind his broad shoulders.
Just as Asami was expecting Akihito to beg him to give them what they wanted, the boy filled his chest with indescribable pride. As well as the two lovers knew each other, only they could decipher the words Akihito told with his eyes.
I can take it. Don´t give it away.
Asami stopped struggling. He felt the blood drip down his hands as he fell back into his chains that kept him just too far away from the bars that separated him from his lover.
Akihito closed his eyes. Only for a moment Asami let his gaze drop to the ground in front of him to listen to the painful gasping of his strong lover.
"Don´t blame yourself. You can end it. Just like that." The American snapped his fingers.
Both lovers remained completely silent.
There were doors opening and closing and Asami had trouble focusing his eyes. Akihito bit on his lip to not let out any more screams than necessary. He was so weak and dizzy he could not fight back, for as much as he would have wanted, his body would not follow any orders. A sickening feeling flushed through every cell of his body as he felt his trousers removed. He felt two rough hands grab his upper arms to hold him in place. Both he and Asami already knew what was to happen next. He turned his head away from his already physically tortured lover. This nightmare was not something he wanted to share with Asami.
He felt his body shake uncontrollably as the cock entered painfully and without warning or preparation. Akihito muffled a cry, then bent his back to try to relax his body to minimise the pain. It would soon be over.
He heard how Asami pulled on the chains in rage, even though his voice didn´t make a single sound. He couldn´t breathe. His lover was watching him being raped. Tears shot into his eyes.
"Is this how you like it, little slut?", the American said, almost panting.
"Akihito!", Asami cried out in torment. It shook the boy to his bones.
"Your daddy called for you, aren´t you going to look at him?"
He pulled Akihito´s head up by his hair and made him face Asami. His eyes were expressionless, tears running down either side of his cheeks. He looked slightly sad, but that was about it. There was no struggle, no fear, no fury, no pain in his eyes. Asami tried his best to make sense of these beautiful eyes but he could not seem to understand the language of his lover anymore.
"How-good-this-tight-ass-feels", the scumball said with every thrust. Asami glared in silent hatred. Oh, what he would do to this man, what he would do.
Akihito flinched and was filled with disgusting fluids. He was left to fall to the ground again, landing painfully on his broken left arm. He groaned, with harsh shivers trying to change the excruciating position, and started couching.
The American approached the bars and serenely asked Asami: "So, are you still not talking?"
"Asami, don´t. They are more valuable, I´m not worth it", Akihito said, his broken voice burning under Asami´s skin. But he was worth everything.
"They are more valuable? What do you know about it?", the American turned slowly. He picked up Akihito and pulled his body to kneel right across Asami´s.
He then calmly pointed a gun to his head.
"He doesn´t know their names. He knows only what will happen if the information gets into the wrong hands", Asami explained, caught between wanting to sound calm and innerly breaking down in pure panic.
"Oh, these hands are wrong enough", the American waved his gun, holding up Akihito´s head with his other.
He pressed the gun to Akihito´s temple harder and drove fear into his eyes. Asami was about to give in when he heard the words he never wanted to hear:
"I love you, Ryuuichi."
Akihito closed his eyes with a teardrop and waited calmly for what was to come.
"Nagano Takahashi. Daniel Jackson. Kilia Mwalani. Shui Lao Lin. Peter McLannston."
Akihito was dropped on the floor and the two men left the cells.
Silence filled the air.