The second that Shuuichi had taken out the paper dolls, a warning went off in Natsume's head. Though he believed that Shuuichi wouldn't harm him (at least fatally) , something inside of him said that he didn't wanna stick around to see what he was going to do. He immediately made a move towards the window, but by that time the paper dolls had taken a large form and were already getting to work binding him up. He opened his mouth to try to call for help (though even he believed that none would come) but the paper doll had immediately moved to cover up his mouth and muffle all noise he could make.
He stood absolutely no chance of escaping and absolutely no chance of breaking free, and this was evident to him as he found himself forced down onto the floor, struggling to pull himself free from the paper bindings as he had done the other these were different, they were stronger...not only that, but he seemed to be weaker. It wouldn't surprise him to find out that perhaps these markings were draining his spiritual energy as well.
He eventually gave up, and glared up wordlessly at the exorcist, pissed at the new betrayal and at being bound like this. Everytime he was with this guy, he always seemed to be tied up in one way or another.
"You see...for this curse to be lifted, you're going to have to reach the sexual peak many times."
Natsume's eyes widened, his face flushing darkly as he heard that reasoning.
Fuck.
But what did Shuuichi mean by the other's climax...?
No! Nonononono!
He immediately began to struggle again as he found himself now very worried, wishing desperately that Madara was there to help him. He began trying to scoot himself away from Shuuichi, trying to somehow move further away from the exorcist. This could not really be happening, could it?
Shuuichi nodded his head approvingly at Natsume's hopeless struggles, watching with lustful eyes. He was almost blushing at how much he wanted to run his hands along the other's body, play with the teen's nipples, fuck him until he's crying out through the paper to have him go faster.
Honestly, it's not my fault that you let youkai come into your room and curse you like that.
He traced the tattoo with his fingers before placing the palm of his hand against the boy's stomach and then shifting it up to rest between the nipples. The paper that bound his dear friend moved out of his way, but did not release its hold on Natsume's body.
"Didn't I say that I would help you? It just happens to be more against your will." Shuuichi looked somewhat somber as he was fully aware of what he was doing. It seemed as if he were going to apologize to Natsume, but didn't, seeing as there wouldn't be enough "sorries" to make up for forcing the other to have sex with him. "You should understand that even I cannot run away from a curse this powerful. I suppose that we should get this over with, eh, Natsume?"
The elder of the two reached out and grabbed Natsume by the shoulders, moving to push him onto his arms. It was best that the teen was on his back, to make it easier, maybe even quicker if Shuuichi could handle it. He soon climbed onto Natsume in a straddle, unable to control himself any longer. Who would be able to with Natsume weak and helpless? It was impossible until he fucked the kid.
"There is one good thing about this curse. It's not just, say me, pounding into your ass. It has to be multiple people, and hopefully you can keep out of harms way long enough to recuperate.." Shuuichi removed his hat and stripped himself of his coat, leaving his nice grey shirt and black pants on. His captive was already half naked and would be a sight to see soon.
It was an interesting fact that as long as Shuuichi wasn't holding back from the curse, he could think clearly and explain such a complex thing to Natsume. The kid was also a good listener, though against his will.
"How far down do these tattoos go, I wonder." He bent down, kissing at Natsume's neck, his hands running up and down, along the teen's chest sensually.
"There is one good thing about this curse. It's not just, say, me, pounding into your ass. It has to be multiple people, and hopefully you can keep out of harms way long enough to recuperate."
Natsume had no idea if Shuuichi was sincerely trying to comfort him or just screw with him, but either way, that was NOT! comforting! He had to have sex with multiple people? How is that good? His eyes widened as he remembered his two friends from earlier, how they were trying to pin him down to have their way with him. Or the guys that he didn't even talk to in that school, groping him every time he passed by them,...that was all because this curse was forcing them to want to have sex with him?
Where is Nyanko-Sensei? Natsume thought bitterly, his thoughts interrupted as he felt Shuuichi kissing his neck, easily getting Natsume to elicit a soft, muffled gasp at the feeling, his body slightly shivering underneath the Exorcist's hand, his warm, smooth skin now all for Shuuichi to enjoy touching and kissing and feeling.
Whether Natsume wanted it or not.
Whomever the spirit was, it wanted Natsume to understand the pain of being beautiful, and if being tied up and fucked didn't teach him, then what would? Even Shuuichi was unsure as to why.
Somehow, all the elder had to do was look up to see the flash of surprise and indignation behind the teen's orbs, watching Natsume enjoy it whether he had wanted to or not. Besides, there was one thing that the exorcist was looking forward to. Natsume wasn't the type of person to just lay down and take defeat easily, which could only mean that he'd struggle and fight his bonds all that much more.
Shuuichi's tongue slipped out and licked along the teen's neck, running up to Natsume's ear and sucking on the ear lobe in a animalistic manner. He then let his tongue come out once more and lick along the inside of the ear, the man's hands keep Natsume steady and the rest of his weight holding down his friend's lower body. Though, he couldn't hold back as the urge to touch the other's hair with his fingers, which left their offensive stance and ran through the nice locks. It felt ten times better than he had thought.
This must be a part of the curse. It must be. He closed his eyes as he began kissing down his host's chest, lapping at Natsume's nipples, making them pert and hard.
"This youkai is a bitch, eh?" Shuuichi ran his hands down to Natsume's face, letting them rest at the other's gagged mouth before slipping back down to rest about where the brunet's pants began. "I... can't even think about doing anything else..." He flashed his captive a solemn frown before slowly unbuttoning the boy's pants with just one hand.
"I don't suppose that a 'sorry' would be accepted." This he mumbled under his breath, shrugging almost uncaringly, though the tone gave it away.
Natsume gasped, his entire body shivering a bit at the strange new sensations. His face flushed as as he felt the man's tongue sliding along his neck, getting a sound that was almost a moan from him. He wanted to yell for Shuuichi to stop, to tell him to fight the curse. But with all of his words muffled to a point where Shuuichi wouldn't even understand him, Natsume knew that it was useless to try to reason with him.
Probably one of the worst parts of this was the fact that this was his very first sexual experience. Natsume had never been a very sexual person, and the fact that his very first experience with it was being RAPED made this entire day seem even worse. Of course, according to Shuuichi, this day was going to keep getting worse.
These thoughts were interrupted as the exorcist began to kiss down Natsume's chest, the teen's eyes widening as he felt the warm kisses and the man's tongue at his nipples, this time drawing a sound that definitely was a moan from Natsume, whose body arched up a bit at the feeling despite himself, who squeezed his eyes shut as one half of him wanted to resist this and another wanted to enjoy it. He was shaking from effort now, effort to keep himself from getting turned on by this.
However, as Shuuichi began to unbutton his pants, Natsume renewed his struggles, now practically bucking around and thrashing as he attempted to use all his strength to break free from the paper dolls that had held the teen bound this entire time. But no matter how much he pulled, he couldn't get free, the paper held tight and wouldn't tear even a bit, but Natsume wasn't going to give up trying.
As Shuuichi ran his lips along the fair white skin beneath him, tasting the body he'd come to crave in the last few minutes, a hint of flowery aroma met his smell. He could almost taste it too, but wondered if the luxurious stench was coming from somewhere in the room or from the boy now struggling to free himself from the paper bonds. It went to the back of his mind as he reasoned that the room would smell much different after he was finished. Natsume would never forget this encounter, no matter how hard he attempted. There'd be no going back to being friends.
Most men would be liars if they said that Natsume was not innocently handsome and pretty with an interesting expression whenever he was thinking about something. Shuuichi would be up there on the list. Ever since he'd first laid eyes on his captive, there was no denying that he had been interested. However, if it weren't for the curse, Shuuichi might never have tried anything with him.
He didn't know what he was expecting when he spoke, with the only other person in the room gagged. It was as if he was enjoying listening to his own voice or teasing Natsume with the fact that he could speak and the other could not.
After a while, he stuck to just kissing the smooth hairless surface that lay under him, decidedly making sure that he didn't torture his friend too much. Control was key, especially if he wanted to salvage anything after the ordeal had ended. He felt obsessive about the body he had before him, unable to stop himself, he pressed his ear against Natsume's heart, listening to the beats and feeling the moans reverberating throughout the teen. Shuuichi couldn't stop himself from doing as he pleased, who would be able to?
It was like he was a puppet, held by strings, but taken by his own latent desires.
The new thrashing only caused a grin to spread across the elder's face, chuckling to himself as he moved ever further down from the lad's chest and steadied himself at Natsume's belly-button. Running his tongue down inside it, around and then in again, he played there for a moment. He was getting closer to the main attraction, and his hands were moving as fast as they could, but everything felt like slow motion.
He shifted down to put more weight on his friend's bound feet, pulling the pants he'd loosened, with him. They stayed around the kid's knees, only adding to the bonds. "Nice choice, I always pictured you as a briefs kid."
"Ooo, what's this? Is that you or is this the curse?" His mature tone sounded interested, reaching out a free hand and flicking at a rather large bulge hidden behind underwear.
Natsume squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the man's tongue at his stomach, desperately wishing this away, desperately wishing that the exorcist really wasn't doing this, that the man who he TRUSTED wasn't raping him right here and now! He wished harder than he ever had, even harder than when he tried to wished away the many youkai that haunted his childhood.
As he felt his pants tugged down, he let out a small whimper, a whimper of slight pain and fear and sorrow at this turn of events, a single tear sliding down past his eyelids and down his cheek as his pants were pulled down, revealing his underwear and the bulge underneath it. He wanted desperately for Madara to be there to protect him. But worse than that, he wished that he wasn't so stupid. He should've expected that Shuuichi would've been as vulnerable to the curse when exposed to it as the others did. He had no idea why he thought that he was immune to it. Perhaps he really had allowed himself to be too trusting. Or perhaps he just felt close to the exorcist.
Either way, there was no comfort to give when his underwear was exposed, the only piece of clothing left to protect his intimate and private areas. Even if Shuuichi were to suddenly break free from the curse and stop himself, this would forever be a scarring moment amongst the two friends He could feel a sob rising up in him as he realized one thing: He was completely helpless as much as Shuuichi was. There would have to be an outside intervention to stop the imminent rape, and Natsume doubted there would be any.
Shuuichi was filled with lust, but that didn't mean he was heartless. He was forced to do an unspeakable act to a good and trusted companion, but he would put it off as long as he could. Though the curse wanted him to lose all inhibition and fuck Natsume like he was some random whore off the streets, he refused to. If he was going to be forced to do this, then he was going to try to make it as good for Natsume as it would be for him.
It seemed only right that he make it enjoyable for his captive, for all Shuuichi knew, it was his first time and he wouldn't want it to be such a horrid bad memory. That was the extent of what he could do for Natsume in the situation they'd been forced into. If nothing else, it had to show his friend that even under the curse, he was doing what he could to make it better.
His tongue lapped at the boy's button, slipping out and circling the outer oval. He moved his hands to rest on Natsume's thighs, gently massaging them with his fingers. Natsume's skin was warm under his fingertips, causing a small lustful sound to escape past his lips.
The lizard tattoo moved from his cheek and down to his neck, soon moving down to hide in his shirt. It was a reminder to the exorcist to let Natsume feel a little more comfortable and lose a few of his own clothes. "How rude of me..." His voice was quiet, though a soft playful smile appeared on his features.
He halted his actions, sitting up with his back straight and tall before sliding the shirt over his head and tossing it off to the side to lay where Natsume's discarded uniform top lay. By then, his lizard tattoo had already begun to crawl down to the hinges of his pants and stopped to rest somewhere underneath the brown pants. It might have been a completely vain attempt at giving Natsume more time, though he wasn't so sure that letting it run on long was such a good idea for the teen.
Soon, he began to unbuckle his own pants with an excited expression donned, slipping them off, lifting his body off of Natsume's to do so, only to return back down to place his weight on the legs.
He was a boxer person, nice red and black checkered patterns. Shuuichi reached out a hand and cupped Natsume's chin. "If this is your first time, I suggest you watch."
Natsume shivered at Shuuichi's touch, whether from fear or from even some slight pleasure that the curse my cause him to feel left unknown, even to the cursed teen who was doing his best to try to block all of this out from his mind, to will away this total nightmare, as if he could actually break the curse himself should he actually will it away hard enough. It wasn't going to leave, however, and Natsume knew that, not unless the Missing-When-Needed Madara knew another way to break the curse.
He didn't want to open his eyes, he wanted to just leave them shut and hope and pray that somehow he'd fall into an area of his mind where none of this could touch him. But he wasn't going to, and it really was his first time with any sort of sexual encounters, so he allowed his eyes to open a bit, first just peering out from the small slits before he allowed them to slowly open up fully, seeing Shuuichi half-naked now, only a pair of boxers to cover him up, the sight bringing a red color to spread across Natsume's face, though his eyes were still lined with worry, fear and anger.
Had there ever been a time when he had a war within himself about his feelings of Shuuichi, none of them surpassed the tragedy that he felt now, with his mind split between anger and sorrow and sympathy and forgiveness, over the question of whether he should be pissed at Shuuichi, if he should break off all ties with the man after this, or whether he should truly feel sorry for a man who had fallen victim to a curse and was forced to do an unspeakable act to a friend in order to truly help him.
No matter which side would win, the relationship between the two will always be scared at these next few moments. There was no way that Natsume was ever going to be able to feel comfortable around the actor, exorcist and close friend again.