Warning, this chapter contains molestation, if you do not like that please skip when it says "Skip" and look for were it says "Stop" The whole italic passage is a flash back! Just telling you know.
Tap' tap' tap' Went the sound of Yao's foot as he nervously banged it on the cement floor, waiting for the warden to appear. Terrified out of his mind, he had no idea what he was really in for. Seconds flew by which felt like minutes, then turned to hours. He could not longer bare the long awaited appearance of the mysterious man.
Finally, the office door clicked and a man walked out, a smile placed on his rugged aging face.
"Oh, Hello. You must be Mr. Wang yes?" The unknown man asked. He was taller than Yao and much bigger, very husky. Yao could tell he was of some Asian culture, but couldn't quite place the exact one. His long black hair was braided and he sported a fu mancho. There was something about the man that made Yao shiver with nervousness.
"Y-Yes, I am he aru." Yao gulped, blushing slightly.
The black haired man grinned wide. "Please, do come in?" He gestured his hand, waving the Asian to enter. Yao got up and walked inside the office. As he entered he heard the "warden" speak again from behind him. "Take a seat Mr. Wang." Yao nodded, sitting down onto one of the soft sofa's by his desk.
The heavy set man chuckled slightly, locking the cement door. He strode up towards his desk and sat down in his swivel chair. Looking up at the Asian, he again placed a wicked grin. "Do you like my office?" He asked, curiously.
"Yes." Yao said softly, actually, now taking the time to look around the unfamiliar room. It was dark inside, not too dark but definitely not enough light. The walls were a deep shade of red, and a blackish carpet underneath the feet. On the reddish walls were paintings of familiar drawings, Yao recognized the ancient technique, close to that of the Chinese. In fact though, it was Mongolian work.
"My name is Muunokhoi Khan, I am not the warden so you can remain calm. I am his stand in until he gets back from his vacation. But I have been wanting to talk to you ever since you came here."
"Huh? W-Why me aru?" Yao questioned nervously. He kept his watch on the man as he got up and walked over near the sofa that the smaller man sat at. Yao shifted in his seat as the man grew closer.
"Would you like some water?" Khan asked pouring him a glass as he sat on his desk. "It would be very rude if you were to decline." He handed the glass to the Asian. He stared at the swooshing water in the glass, and Yao; with slight hesitation took it. With one last glance up at the man, he downed the liquid.
"You don't recognize me, do you." Muunokhoi said smirking.
Wiping his mouth of the water and returning the glass to the Mongolian he pondered. "Umm," Yao paused for a moment trying to remember if he had ever seen this man before. But for some odd reason, he couldn't think of one instant when he had. "I can't say I do sir, aru."
"No, I suppose you wouldn't, I mean we only met once, and you were drunk. You were so cute back then, and so beautiful." The Mongolian tucked some hair of Yao's behind his ear making the Asian flinch. He quickly withdrew his face from the dirty fingers.
"Excuse me, what do you think you are doing aru! You can't touch me like that!"
"Oh, but I think I can Mr. Wang. For you see, you owe me. You promised me, that I could have you, to take you."
"W-What aru?" Yao's face flushed a radiant red. "I-I would never allow such a filthy thing!
"Oh, but you did, you are so naïve drunk. You know, you weren't an easy one to find. It took me a year to bring you here." He looked at his desk, scratching at the wooden table lightly with his index finger. "But it was easy, when your brother agreed to help me with your incrimination."
"M-My brother aru?" Yao questioned with wide eyes. "What do you mean? And what do you mean by my incrimination aru?" Fumming with anger he tried to stand up from the chair but was pushed back down by the larger male. Looking up he watched as Muunokhoi continued to smile horridly.
"Don't you know? Of course you know you're innocent, you can't even remember what happen the night of the murder, right? Ahh, it was all so brilliant. Everything was working out. I continued to watch you, I continued to follow you and study you. I knew you had family problem's, and that Japanese brother of yours seem to despise you the most. He was perfect. I started working here in the jail about a year ago and my plan went into action."
Kiku a Japanese 18 year old boy was walking one day at night. It had been a long day and he was tried and sick of everything. He wanted a way out. As he walked, a man appeared in front of him. Kiku looked up with his usual emotionless face.
"Yes." He stated.
"You're Kiku, right? My name's Muunokhoi and I know you have some, family issues."
"I believe that is none of your business." The Japanese male tried to walk past the Mongolian but was quickly stopped as he stepped in front of him.
"I can get you a way out, I can make sure your brother goes away forever. All you need to do, is follow my plans."
The short black haired man was quiet for awhile. It was as if he was studying the given proposal. He looked with with black hazed eyes. "I will do it."
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"Hello aru, I am home!" Yao dropped his bags on the ground and sighed heavily, griping his aching back. "Hello?" He called again walking into the hallway. All the lights were off, so he was guessing everyone was out. As the Asian walked into the kitchen he was shocked to see a young looking man tied to a chair, muffled sounds of desperation escaped his bound mouth.
"Ugh!" Yao quickly ran up to the boy. "Aiya, are you ok aru?" He questioned as he tried to undo the rope.
"Yao-nii."
Yao's head quickly spun to behind him. There, he saw kiku, standing in the darkness of the shadows. He could not see the boy's face, but he knew it was him.
"Kiku, quickly we need to help this man aru!"
"Sorry Yao-nii, I can not do that." The slick sounding of metal scraped the air and made Yao shiver at the sound. The Japanese boy held the small katana out in a fighting stance.
"K-Kiku?" Yao questioned nervously. "What are you doing aru?" He gulped, the sweat sliding down his face.
"This..." Kiku paused narrowing his eyes. "Is were we part, Yao."
And in the flash of a second the whole world spun erratically, the memory lost from his knowledge as the darkness consumed his mind. In that state of darkness, he was falling, falling, falling deep into a black hole of nothingness. He couldn't remember his name, who he was, where he came from. "Why?" He called out into the dark. "Why am I here?"
Suddenly he crashed, splashed through glass that exploded into a million pieces. His eyes bolted open, awaken into the real world. Strapped to a bed, tubes and wires connected to him. A long annoying object scratched against his throat so he could breathe. Yao could not move, he shifted his gaze, weakly to two men in white coats and two police officers next to them.
One of the men in blue looked over and saw him awake. He leaned down and spoke, it muffled by Yao's fuzzy mind.
"Wng Ao, You rrestd or urder."
Yao shook his head. He didn't understand. What was this weird man trying to say to him. What happen to him, why was he here? Without anything even being explained. When Yao got better and was able to talk and walk around, the officer that stood in the room day and night sat him down, ready to finally tell him what was happening.
"Mister Wang, do you recall the night 3 weeks ago?"
Yao shook his head. "I don't aru. I remember coming home, than nothing. What happen, will you tell me aru? No one has told me anything since I have been here."
"You, you murdered a young man by the name of Benjamin." Yao's eyes widened in shock.
"I? I murdered someone aru? No, I would never do something like that!"
The police officer held up his hand for the Chinese man to calm down. "It was obvious you two had a fight, when we found you, the victim was lying on the ground, dead from a stab wound, with himself, carrying a knife. We presumed that is how you got that scar on your back. He stabbed you as you killed him, you passing out from bloodless but not before finishing the victim with your own knife."
"No, No I don't remember, why would I kill someone?"
"That's what we want to know." The officer got up and walked towards the door of the hospital room.
"Wait? What about my brothers and sisters?"
"No one knows, they left, we have no idea were any of them are. You were the only one there at the time Mr. Wang, and are as guilty as that scar on your back. Your sentencing will be in a week, then your punishment handed down."
"But you have to believe me aru! I-" Tears began streaming, stinging his face. "I couldn't..."
"You have no proof to prove otherwise, and there is more evidence against you. Sorry, I would like to believe you, you seem like you mean it, but, I have seen men like you before." He closed the door, leaving Yao alone to wallow in his tears.
Yao looked to his shaking hands, watching through blurred vision as tears fell on them. "How?" Yao chocked on his sob. "Why!"
"No, that...that is a lie, Kiku would never aru!"
"Oh but he did. And know I have you all to myself" He flung his hand forward, gripping the locks of brownish black in his thick fingers.
"Let me go aru! Ugh!" The Asian paused as all the sudden he got a strange sensation in his lower regions. His face flushed into red as he began to grow hard. Yao groaned inwardly at the annoying erection starting to emerge, wondering were in the world it had came from. His head began to grow fuzzy and his vision blurred.
"Ohh~" Muunokhoi smiled, leaning his face in close to Yao's. "So I see my drug is starting to work~" He chuckled darkly. "Never take something from a stranger Yao. This is the second time you made this mistake."
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Ivan sighed heavily as he lay in his bed. He was so bored without Yao there to yell at him or tell him what he was doing wrong. He wondered what he had done when Yao wasn't here before to quench his bored state. Not only was he just bored, but he was also terrified and worried what was going on up in the warden's room, and what was taking so long.
For some odd reason; some very odd reason, Ivan started to think more and more about Yao. But not just about where he was, no, he started to think of some weird things. Like how cute and beautiful the Asian really was. How smooth and creamy his skin looked and felt. That luscious hair that swayed over his shoulders and back so gentle as he walked.
Ivan blushed slightly; sitting up in his bed.
How curvy, how so petite and amazing his body was. So perfect and magnificent. Those long legs, oh those long legs that could wrap around Ivan's body as he would kiss Yao's neck, napping at it possessively. Stealing the sounds of pleasure, only for his ears to hear.
The Russian instantly grew hard. He had never had someone turn him on this badly. The pain below was so unbearable at this moment. Ivan pulled down the orange pants halfway, along with his boxers. Slowly he grabbed his rock hard manhood, pulling it slightly, hissing as he did. The Slavic man groaned as he began to lightly pump his shaft. Imagining it to be the tiny fingers of the Asian
"Ugh, Y-Yao..." Ivan moaned out, brushing the tip of his member with his thumb, arching his back slightly. "Yao, ahh, so good." He gulped the never ending fill of saliva that seemed to clog his throat from words. His face flushed as he continued to think about the beautiful Chinese man. Touching him, blowing on the tip of his member, always threatening to take it into his warm mouth, but never achieving the goal; only teasing. Ivan grew harder if that was even possible.
"Yao..."
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"SKIP"
"Yao..." The Mongolian stated breathless.
"Hahh!" Yao moaned as the man touched him, kissing him all over his body. Bruises marking him, the purple and reddish destroyers. He hated how the man was touching him, he hated himself more for enjoying it.
"Don't worry." Muunokhoi said smirking. "I wont take you just yet." He let his hands slip into the man's pants, grabbing his member and tugged on it. Yao jerked, groaning loudly. The Mongolian slammed his lips onto Yao's, making blood drip from his mouth from the rough kiss. He stuck his tongue into the Asian's mouth, dominating.
Yao felt dirty, sick as he moaned in pleasure. Kissing back with no resistance. "Ahh, I hate you aru!" He yelled through the kiss. But the bigger man just smiled, letting his hands pumped the stiff rod harder. He watched with excitement as Yao arched his back.
"You're making it harder for me to wait Yao." He stated laughing. "Say you love me, I want to here it."
Yao shook his head. He didn't want to say it, it wasn't true. No, he had feelings for someone else. Yes, as the older man touched him, it made him think of all he had been though. And the only happy memories he could think of is when he was with Ivan. Ivan swam in his mind, he wished it was Ivan that was kissing him instead of this man, this man who framed him, just to get him. He was a creep, a pedophilia, it made Yao's stomach flip with nausea and disgust.
"Ivan...help me, please!"
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Ivan began pumping faster, his breath ragged. "Yao, oh Yao, I love you!"
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"Whaa! I-I- love you aru!" He couldn't contain the stuttering as his voice cracked and the damned words that escaped his mouth. "I l-love you!" Yao cried, screamed one last time as he came. The bigger man smiled as the boy came in his hand, the beautiful blushing mess in front of him. No, he had to wait, no matter how much he wanted to take the Chinese man. He wanted to first make Yao suffer.
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Ivan finally came, sighing heavily as his body sunk into the back board of the bunk bed. His face covered in sweat as he left his hazed lust filled eyes wonder to the wood above him. The words, the haunting words of his past, the ones he wrote with his own finger nails, carved into the old decaying bark.
Hate, alone, sad, despise, lonely, monster, disgust, envy, wrath. All words now that Ivan longed to forget. He wanted to rewrite those words. Words with feelings, like happiness, heart, joy and, love. Yao had filled his vocabulary with new words, words he had never once heard before. His heart fluttered in his ribcage, a object the Russian had no idea even existed until he met Yao. He wanted to tell the oriental male how he felt, he needed to. When the Asian were to return, he would confess his feelings.
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The Mongolian had already cleaned Yao up, but Yao was in a emotionless state as the gross man ran his greasy fingers through Yao's long hair. He kissed the Asian on the head, while Yao stayed there, unmoving or caring.
"Be a good little boy and return to me tomorrow, yes?" Yao didn't move, his eyes shut as tears threatened to fall again. Khan took the Asian's head and moved it up and down for him in a nodding fashion. "Good," He said smiling. "Now get out."
Yao did as he was told and stood up on weak, wobbling legs. An officer came in and took Yao, leading him back to his cell.
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"STOP"
Chic, ca-chink.
Ivan heard the bars click and jumped up. Yao walked in slowly, with great sadness and disgrace surrounding him. How could he look Ivan in the face now, should he tell the Russian what happen.
"Yao-Yao!~" Ivan beamed excitingly, standing, shadowing the smaller male. "So, what did the warden want? Were you in trouble, you look sad."
Yao flinched as the Russian's big hand touched his shoulder. He forced a small smile on his lips and stared up at the man. "No, he just wanted to met me is all aru."
But Ivan wasn't fooled for a second, he knew something was wrong. He strengthened the grip on the small shoulder and watched as Yao again jerked at the rough connection.
"Yao, if something is wrong, you can tell me, da?"
Tears unwillingly leaked from Yao's eyes. He tried desperately to wipe them away, those accursed drops that kept betraying him. "I-I'm so s-sorry aru!" Yao ran into the larger man's body, fading into the warm chest. He wrapped his tiny arms around the bigger waist and sobbed into Ivan's clothes, soaking them.
Ivan was in complete shock. He didn't know how to react to this kind of connection, this kind of touch from another human being. Especially since Yao was always so distant from touches. It was all new to him, blushing slightly he wrapped his arms around Yao, smothering him. He didn't know why Yao was crying, but whatever the reason, he would find it, and end it.
The Russian brought Yao back over to his bed and sat down on it, Yao's face still hidden in his shirt. The crying soon started to die down, Yao sniffled a bit, bringing his head away from the article, the orange clothing soaked with fresh tears.
"I ruined your s-shirt aru. Look at me, I am no man." He whispered softly trying to wipe the remaining water away from his face. Ivan smiled gently at him and wiped the tears away for the Asian.
"It's ok, you're are a brave man. Now will you please tell me what's wrong?"
Yao paused for a moment. He let his gaze follow up to Ivan's purple one. "This man, that Mongolian man. He, he is the cause of all my troubles aru!" The smaller man griped his fist tightly. "He set up my conviction, It was corrupt I tell you!"
"What?" Ivan questioned. "This Mongolian, was his name Muunokhoi khan?"
"Yes," Yao looked away horrified. "Not only did he bring me here to jail, but he, he touched me aru. Just now as I was up there in his office. I feel so disgraceful so dirty, he drugged me, I couldn't..." He stopped, the tears returning as he turned his head back to look up at Ivan. But what he saw terrified him.
The Russian's face fell into a dark shade, his evil purple aura protruding from him. His whole body shook in anger, with fury and hate. "He has gone to far, da." He said darkly. "How dare he touch you..."
"Ivan, please I don't want any trouble aru! I-I'll just tell the guards."
"They wont believe you. This whole place is corrupted, everyone pays off everyone. No Yao, you don't deserve to be treated like that. You deserve love and someone who will protect you, and help you! You need someone like...like"
Yao was shocked as the Russian's lips made contact with his. The kiss was rough yet inside so delicate. "I-Ivan aru!" He yelled though lips. The Asian lifted his hands up to push him away, but slowly stopped as Ivan took his hands in his, bringing them back down. His heart exploded inside his chest, his cheeks burning. Yao slowly let his eyes close shut, leaning into the kiss. No one had ever kissed him with such passion, such love.
When Ivan broke the kiss, both were panting heavily. He lifted Yao's chin with his fingers. "Someone like me, da." He finished, his face flushed along with the Asians. Yao bit his bottom lip, his eyes narrowed as he pouted face redder with each passing moment that he realized he was just kissed by another man, again! What was with this insane prison anyway?
"You-You!" He writhed with fury, or maybe just embarrassment.
"I'm sorry da? Was my kissing that bad? It was all new to me. I just-"
"Mm!" When the Slavic tried to talk more he was silenced as Yao kissed him back, pushing his back into the mattress. "Don't," Yao said as he broke the connection. "Don't let me go aru. He wants me to return to him tomorrow, I hate him, I can't go back. Will you protect me Ivan? Please."
Ivan pushed Yao's head down in for another one of those delicious kisses. "Always." He said with such softness in his voice, you shouldn't have been able to hear it.
"Wait." Yao stated. "Stop, we can't do this aru." The Asian leaned up from Ivan's body, warmth leaving both of them. "It must be that stupid drug making my heart beat this fast. This is, we are, aiya I was just molested and now, I come back to this cell for another man to kiss me again!" Yao's face flushed beet red. "Why, why is it every time I think of you, my blood races."
"Yao." Ivan said softly leaning in close to the Asians face. "Even if your feelings are fake, and it is only the drug doing this too you. This will be my only chance, my only chance to show you how I feel."
"Ivan, what do you-"
He was silenced as cold lips touched his warm ones. Ivan began to slowly unbutton the orange shirt, fingers trembling with nervousness and excitement Yao, shivered at the cold hitting his bare chest. The Russian leaned down and left small kisses on his cheek, moving downward to his neck and kissed it gently. Listening with heightened ears at the soft sighs above. He looked through hooded eyes at the bruised skin from what the Mongolian had left and felt his skin itch, the same urge he got when killing his family. He felt anger build up, he would replace those marks with his own. Each one will be forgotten.
"Just this once." Ivan said leaning up to become eye leveled with the Asian. "Let me have happiness, just once."
Yao stared up at Ivan for what seemed to be forever. He watched as violet eyes shimmered, so close to tears. Truth be told, it wasn't the drug making his heart beat and he wanted happiness too. For once in his cruel life, he would break the rules.
The smaller man leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. "Okay."
Ugh, I hate this Chapter so much. I am just so glad I got it over with. And this was like the most major chapter! Maybe if I come out of this artist block, I will rewrite it one day. But if you guys like it, I shall keep it. I mean I don't totally despise it because most of what I wrote is what I originally planned on writing.
But anyway, so now you know why Yao is in jail That fat jerk Mongolian! HOW DARE HE! And Kiku too! _ The only one there for him is Ivan now! And I think that is all he cares about.
As you may expect, the next chapter will finally contain smut~ Oh yes~ I bet you guys were dying for this chapter of them to have sex, or even kiss! X33
Please stay tuned!