Kiyotaka's crimson eyes shot wide open, instantly full of hot tears as he screamed. He instinctively jerked his arm down towards himself, only to rip an even larger gash thru his impaled hand, waves of pain pulsating throughout his entire left limb. His eyes shot up to look for the source of pain. His body shook with horror, his hand pouring out a startling amount of blood.
MMIshi grabbed him by the jaw rather roughly, seizing his attention on him as the prefect breathed heavily. Taka caught his bottom lip between his teeth, holding back his whimpers as the memory of the hell hole he was in flooded back. He stared back at his sadistic double, his eyes shown with fearful obedience.
"Welcome back, Black!" The Mastermind hummed "I wanted to let you sleep a bit longer but kiyodai insisted that I woke you up." He shrugged. "Selfish if you ask me, but that's our Mondo for you." He cooed with a flirty wink to the delinquent.
Taka's eyes shifted to Mondo and the biker's eyes shot away, feeling the burn of second hand guilt that he had indirectly brought his kiyodai back to this terrible place.
He thought he was dead.
He didn't know.
MMIshi pouted. "The silent treatment, huh? You're not even going to try and defend yourself? Pitiful, seems like your starting to get the true taste of despair~"
The dictator smiled cheerfully.
"Upupu, but I know I can make you despair more." MMIshi gripped the wrist of Kiyotaka's skewered arm and jerked it down with full force, ripping the flesh even farther up to his knuckles, severing the tendons that held the bone together as if it was a thin layer of packing tape, only an inch of skin left to consider the hand to be 'impaled'. A blood curdling scream sliced through the air with such a tone that it was certain to leave a horrid ringing in his ear.
Mondo thrashed and yelled and kick once again, "STOP IT! STOP IT GOD DAMMIT YOU FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!"
The dictator sat and watched in amusement as the wooden floorboards creaked and groaned with the heavy shifting of weight. He let out a feral laugh.
"UPUPUPU! AHAHAHAHA! THAT'S IT! SCREAM FOR ME KIYODAI! YOU TOO BLACK! DON'T LET UP NOW, LET ME REALLY HAVE IT!"
MMIshi encouraged, his face increasing in blush and insanity with every infliction in the other two's voices. He pulled out another dagger, how many is this now? It doesn't matter. He clutched the blade and without giving it a second thought shoved it through the meat and bone of Kiyotaka's shoulder. More screams came. More curses came. More laughter came. It was like an orgy of despairs and the sadistic Mastermind was enjoying every second of it.
"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP-! STOP IT PLEASE GOD DAMMIT IM BEGGING YOU! IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE! PLEASE!"
Mondo screamed at the top of his lungs. Tears streaming down his red colored face, his head was spinning and pounding painfully from the lack of oxygen and overwhelming feeling of misery. MMIshi didn't register the bikers desperate pleas, all that he knew is that he was sinking deeper and deeper into bliss. He continued to thrust the dagger into his screaming, bloody double. Over and over and over again. He never wanted to stop. Having both of them scream in unison like this was ecstasy, the penetration of the blade itself built sexual tension within his groin. It was border line sex and it was better than intercourse itself!
"MORE! MORE! MORE, OH GOD SCREAM MORE!"
Then, just before the dictator met his climax, half of the screaming stopped. The intense heat the monochrome mastermind was immersed in instantly dropped. He gnashed his teeth angrily. He forced his sight to clear up from the cloudy blur of bliss, staring down at the incapacitated Taka, tears, drool, and blood pouring out of his body carelessly. MMIshi yanked out the blade and slammed it down into the wood beside the prefect's ear with a roar of fury.
"YOU IGNORANT WHORE! WHY DO YOU PASS OUT SO EASILY!? I'VE SEEN CHILDREN LAST LONGER THAN YOU!"
Mondo un-willingly took in several needed gasps of air. His mind was swirling, he couldn't comprehend anything besides what was happing on the floor in front of him. If you were to ask him his name, he couldn't answer, he wouldn't even see you.
Mondo was submersed in despair.
"GOD DAMMIT!"
MMIshi cursed. He knew that Taka wouldn't survive another round of that immediately, but he needed more!
Just then, an idea sprung.
The dictator shifted his lust drunken gaze from the comatose prefect to the despair ridden biker, his form dangling from his robot copies grip, sharp lavender eyes replaced with red and black swirls. His mind its self was melting.
"OH YES."
MMIshi clutched a fist full of short black hair and pulled as hard as he could,
"WAKE UP! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!"
The moral compass remained unconscious, the whites of his eyes showing. The dictator grew more desperate, more angry. He began to bash his fist against Taka's bicep screaming at him to 'wake up'.
"…stop it.. don't hurt my kiyodai…."
Mondo managed, his voice its self sounding more like a distant thought. His begging becoming more of a reflex as his formal soul drifted farther and farther away.
Taka's arm had turned a vivid purple under his blood soaked sleeve from the Mastermind's full blown blows, but he still was under. The dictator changed targets from his arm to his gut in a fit of autistic rage. The punch made the prefect cough up saliva, blood close behind, his eyes wide with fear and pain as the wind was knocked clean out of him. He laid there, coughing and gasping for air.
MMIshi took in a deep breath to calm himself, straightening his poster and wiping his chin of stray drool.
"Aaahhhhh… good…. good very good.."
Taka stared up at the ceiling, not wanting anymore pain, he was at his physical limit and he could feel the life draining from his body, it wouldn't be too much longer now.
To the prefect's surprise, the turned on sadist stood onto wobbly legs and stepped off of him. The dying male watched his double move with clumsy, dilated pupils, his breathing loud and frequent. MMIshi practically danced over to the drained Mondo, leaning against the machine when he got close enough. He pulled Mondo's coat back and kissed his shoulder sloppily, his finger tracing his jaw while the other played with his fallen hair.
Kiyotaka felt a shock of concern and jealousy throughout his beaten body. He weakly tried to move towards them, he needed to protect his kiyodai. However, he was stopped again by the sharp blade holding him to the floor by the skin of his hand. He hissed in pain, still he reached out, tears and the temptation of sleep clouding his vision. He tried to call out, to tell the Mastermind to just take him and get it over with, to please leave Mondo alone, but his mind and throat were to beat and swollen to do what he wished. MMIshi just stood there smiling. Kiyotaka stuttered a few times before he finally managed,
"…Mon..do…plea..se….don't…"
The dictator smile curled farther still, his hand gently pulling the vaguely aware bikers face towards himself, pressing his lips softly against his cheek.
"I might."
MMIshi teased, dragging his tongue across Mondo's tan skin. The Mastermind shifted his body to where the front of him was pressed up against the bikers form. He moaned lightly from the friction against his crotch. He pulled his tongue back inside his mouth and brought his lips up to the other man's ear,
"Kiyodai~ I need you to wake up darling, you need to see this. Mondo, your precious Kiyotaka is about to do something fascinating."
The biker blinked once slowly, then twice. A few more quickened blinks and the light shade of lilac came back to his eyes.
"..Kiyotaka…?"
The mastermind lifted the dazed delinquents head to show him the man of the hour, lying breathlessly on the floor, disoriented crimson eyes trying to focus on them as he wondered what the Mastermind would do this time. The dictator snuggled his face into the biker's neck.
"That's right, Kiyotaka's gonna put on a show for us."
He shifted his face to see the prefect lying confused on the ground, what did he want him to do?
"Black, be a dear and kill yourself."
Mondo's eyes sunk down to the size of pin pricks.
"What?! NO! WHAT THE HELL, KIYODAI DON'T YOU FUCKIN DARE!"
Taka didn't move, letting the idea roll around in his head. It's not that he wanted to die, far from it. All he wanted was to be with Mondo, that's not much to ask.
The Mastermind could see that he was thinking about it, he just needed a little motivation.
"How about this, you or him. It's a one or the other choice. Simple and easy. Think about this logically now, the ending result will be the same, no matter what you both are going to die here, but the question is how much longer our beloved kiyodai has left. You obviously don't have much time, don't you think it would be downright disgusting for you to put your pathetic few minutes above his potential hours?"
"NO! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKIN PRICK! TAKA, BRO, DON'T LISTEN TO THIS ASSHOLE WE ARE BOTH GONNA GET OUTTA HERE! YOU 'N ME! DON'T GIVE UP ON ME MAN, I PROMISE THAT IM GONNA GET US OUT!"
Taka turned on his back, eyes staring blankly into the ceiling. The Mastermind was right, it would make more sense to give Mondo the better end of the deal, Kiyotaka knew he would just die soon without the biker by his side anyway.
Why wait.
"…how….how would…I..?"
MMIshi rolled his eyes.
"I already gave you the tool you need, it's right by your head."
"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LISTENING TO THIS KIYODA- MMUFF!"
The dictator covered the panicking bikers raging mouth with a forceful clasp of his hand. Mondo immediately opened his jaw full of sharp canines and clamped down as hard as he could. MMIshi shrieked in both pain and surprise as he ripped his fingers out of the enraged delinquent's teeth tearing both the fabric of his black gloves and his fair skin. He drew his hand back and slapped Mondo across the face leaving a red imprint in its wake. The sadist rubbed the now bleeding hand with his other, tears brimming at his eyes. He seemed more insulted then anything.
Taka turned his head to look at the dagger stabbed into the floor boards. He stared. And stared. Then wrapped his hand from his not destroyed arm around it and pulled it out, pressing the point into his throat.
