Let's check back in with Dai and Mao. I warn you guys again - this story is very dark and upsetting and will only get more so. Don't read if you can't handle it. I don't want to drive anyone to therapy or anything. :)

This story is a work of complete fiction and is not intended to be representational of any real people. Dai, Mao, hope you never see this!

DEVIL IN THE DARK
Chapter 2

In other surroundings, it might have looked like any typical day off. A marathon of Playstation 3 gaming, nibbling on snacks that had been brought in. The playing was broken up by frequent make-out sessions, again typical, but this time it was more about comfort than lust.

They were prisoners. The thick metal door was locked securely and impossible to even dent, the row of windows close to the ceiling and too high. Servants occasionally came in, offering anything and everything but freedom. Now and then Kyousuke would drop his controller and throw himself at his boyfriend, and be held and kissed and made to come.

They had sucked each other off three times by the time the day began to darken. Currently, Daisuke was on top of Kyousuke on the couch, tongue in his mouth and hand inside his boxers.

"Baby," Daisuke murmured into the younger's lips, curling an arm beneath and around him to keep him close. As much as possible, he wanted to keep Kyousuke distracted and pleasured, though he didn't much like that the big room was full of small cameras.

"Dai-chan..."

He was nearly ready. Daisuke edged down and took the boy into his mouth, smiling to hear the aroused moans this prompted. He sucked gently at first, then hard, and drank it all down. He had barely gotten the jeans refastened when the door opened, and he quickly pulled Kyousuke into his arms. Sato approached them, smiling with a large man behind him.

"How are you, boys?"

"Oh, you know," Daisuke said sarcastically, "great. Hostages of a madman."

"The word 'hostage' implies I'm holding you for ransom. That's not my intention at all, Gii-kun."

"You really are nuts. Gii was a character I played."

The smile became a frown. "Then you will continue to play it. You too, Takumi-kun. Don't be afraid, child."

Kyousuke trembled, hiding his face in Daisuke's shirt. He was held closer and tighter as Sato came to the couch and sat down. Daisuke was ready to start throwing punches, but the large man pressed a gun to his head in warning. He could only grit his teeth as Sato began to stroke Kyousuke's hair and back.

"The two of you really are as beautiful in person as on the screen. I've seen each of your movies so often, I know every line."

"Look," Daisuke said lowly, "if you just let us go now, we'll forget about this. You can blindfold us, leave us anywhere, we won't tell anyone."

Sato laughed softly. "Why would you want to leave? Here you can be together all the time, and have anything you could possibly want."

"We can't really further our careers in this room."

"Well, your father's company will have to run without you. But I'll have a violin brought in for Takumi-kun."

"Do so, and you'll see he's not Takumi! He can't play the violin."

Sato slid his fingers into Kyousuke's hair. "So soft. Oh, of course, with the stress he's under, perhaps he wouldn't sound as good as usual. Maybe I can bring in a teacher for him." Sato rubbed the boy's back. "Poor thing, how he trembles."

"Mao doesn't like to be touched."

"This persona you've made up, this Daisuke, and this Mao. How did they get together?"

"Take your hand away and I'll tell you."

Sato obliged, and Daisuke reluctantly told him the story. The man seemed interested, and wanted to know more about them. He wanted to know about their past projects, though he knew them nearly as well as the Takumi-kun movies. He also knew the makings-of, and asked for stories about the filming process.

Sato's eyes flickered to the still-hidden Kyousuke. "He seemed so nervous about kissing, in the beginning."

"He was."

"I heard a rumor that you were his first kiss. That you had to teach him how."

Daisuke briefly, angrily pressed his lips together. "Yes, I did."

"That's very strange. How did a boy who looks like him stay so pure so long?"

"Late bloomer," was the curt reply.

"Still, there must have been plenty of people who wanted him regardless of his objections."

Assholes like you. "His older brother is an overprotective judo champion."

"Oh, yes."

Sato took a photograph out of his pocket and held it up. It was a candid shot of Mao and his brother next to the elder's motorcycle. On top of his current level of rage, Daisuke remembered how much Shinnosuke loathed having his picture taken.

"How did Shinnosuke-san react to you becoming a couple?"

"He wanted to fight me. Mao calmed him down."

"Did he think you'd been molesting him all these years?"

I will kill you. "He just didn't like our age difference."

"How ever did you keep your hands off him until he was eighteen?"

"I love him," Daisuke snapped. "I wasn't about to touch him until I knew he felt the same and he was old enough to consent."

"Ah. And why haven't you had sex yet?"

"...I want to wait until he's an adult."

Sato smiled. "Oh, I may not be able to wait."

"It's not - "

"My decision? Of course it is. You should be grateful I'm not taking him in your place. If you misbehave, I could always separate you."

Daisuke rested his chin on Kyousuke's head, stroked his hair and let a tear fall into it. Sato watched him silently for a few moments.

"Gii-kun..."

So I'm back to being Gii?

"Take off your clothes."

He wanted to protest, but better the attention be on him than Kyousuke. Daisuke gently detached from him, stood and began to undress.

"Watch with me, Takumi-kun."

Still shivering, Kyousuke kept his eyes on his boyfriend. Daisuke dropped his clothing into a pile, and absurdly, was reminded of a scene in the Takumi-kun novels, when Gii walked around naked and Takumi yelled at him to put on a robe. Kyousuke wasn't that prudish, at least not about him, but Daisuke was fond of being naked. Used to be, at least.

"How lovely you are. You must take good care of yourself. Come closer."

Sato curled a hand under Daisuke's soft length, bounced it a little. "Don't touch him," Kyousuke croaked out, quietly but filled with anger.

"Would you rather bring him off, Takumi-kun, then watch me do it?" A nod. "All right. Let me see you do it."

Daisuke went to the younger boy, lovingly stroked his cheek and smiled. "However you want, baby."

The immediate decision didn't surprise him. Sucking him off had always been a comforting thing for Kyousuke; Daisuke had once teased him that he was like a baby with his bottle. Kyousuke locked his arms around the toned body and buried his face in the warm crotch, sucking slowly and emitting moans softer than the elder's.

Daisuke threaded his fingers into the silky hair and tried to relax. Kyousuke knew how he liked it, long, slow sucks that made him rise up onto his toes. He drank down all the semen when it came, then continued to hold around Daisuke's waist and pressed his face into the warm bare stomach.

"Daro."

The large man casually grabbed Daisuke from behind and pulled him away, ignoring his protests and struggles, pushing him into a chair and pressing a gun to his head.

"Dai-chan," Kyousuke whispered, and shrank back from the hand that began to pet him.

"You did very well, Takumi-kun. Do you like doing that?"

With a sniffle, the boy nodded.

"Good." Sato unzipped his pants, and chuckled at the boy's terror. "Don't be afraid. I don't expect you to be too experienced."

"Leave him alone!"

Ignoring Daisuke, Sato gently but firmly guided Kyousuke's head toward his crotch. "I won't let you go back to Gii-kun until you please me. Come on now. Do it for him."

Daisuke's threats and protests faded into white noise. Everything went blurry except the hands stroking his face and the erect cock inches from his face. With a heavy sigh, he let it into his mouth, and found the taste of it very unpleasant. He gave it a few half-hearted sucks, wanting it to be over.

Sato seemed to be holding off his inevitable orgasm, smiling and running his hands over every part of the boy he could reach, his hair, his face, his neck and shoulders. He cupped the flushed cheeks to draw the head closer, then away, closer, then away. He let go when he finally erupted, and Kyousuke fell back, coughing and spitting onto the floor.

"Did I hurt you? Forgive me." Sato crouched down to wipe the boy's face. "Don't cry, I'll let Gii take care of you now. Daro, you can let him go."

Daisuke couldn't get to him fast enough, wrapping his boyfriend in comforting arms. The actors were too focused on each other to hear what Sato said as he left. Kyousuke sighed with relief as he was kissed by a familiar mouth.

"Baby, are you okay?"

"I'm okay. I'm with you." Kyousuke rubbed his nose against the other's bare shoulder. "Why is he doing this to us? Why would he hurt us if he's a fan?"

"He's nuts. I don't think he believes he is hurting us."

"Does he really think I'm Takumi and you're Gii?"

"Not entirely, I don't think, he's just trying to. He's aware that they're movies and we're actors, but he's so obsessed with our characters that he wants us to be them."

Kyousuke trembled. "What about Takki and the others? What if he takes them too?"

Daisuke kissed his forehead. "I don't think he will. He would have done it by now. I think it's just us he wants."

"Dai-chan..." More trembling. "What if..."

"What, baby?"

"I want my first time to be with you."

"Oh, honey. It will be." Daisuke squeezed him tightly and inhaled the clean scent of his hair. "He said he wouldn't...and gun or no gun, if he tries - "

"No! Dai-chan, don't risk yourself for me. Ever. Please."

"Baby. I can't let that happen to you if I can possibly stop it."

Kyousuke frowned. "And the reverse? What if I wanted to risk myself for you?"

"No!" Daisuke, looking anguished, held the teenager by the shoulders and stared pleadingly into his eyes. "I forbid it."

"I'm not a kid anymore, Dai-chan! Either we're equal or we're not!"

"Baby..." Daisuke stroked his cheek.

"No risks, no heroics, remember? At least try?"

"I'll...try."

Kyousuke seemed to accept this, and leaned in to press his kiss-damp lips to Daisuke's neck. "Dai-chan..."

"Baby."

"Take me."

"What?"

Kyousuke slipped a hand between his legs. "Do it."

"Mao, I won't let your first time happen because of fear."

"He's going to make us do it anyway."

"We could be rescued before then. Baby, believe me, I want you like crazy. But we can't right now. Come on."

They went hand-in-hand to the bathroom, where Kyousuke brushed his teeth ten times and Daisuke cleaned off his still-nude body.

"I'll get you some clothes. Oh, God."

"Baby, what's wrong?"

Daisuke followed his boyfriend out to find the wardrobe and drawers open, and he saw immediately what was wrong. Every garment was a replica of things they'd worn in the Takumi-kun movies. The same pajamas, shirts, hoodies, shoes. Hanging up was a long row of perfectly accurate Shidou uniforms. Kyousuke turned back to face him, tears streaming from his eyes, and Daisuke hurried to him.

"I don't want to be Takumi, I can't..."

"You're not. You're Mao, you're yours and mine, nothing can change that."

But Kyousuke dissolved into sobs, and would not be calmed for a long time.

daimaodaimaodaimoa

Three Years Earlier

"Hello, my name is Teru. Nice to meet you."

"Hamao Kyousuke. Thank you so much for agreeing to talk to me. I know this must be very difficult for you."

"I appreciate what you're doing, and I want to help it be done accurately."

Kyousuke smiled nervously, having never felt so apprehensive in all his nearly-seventeen years. He was about to take on his toughest role yet, a damaged teenager named Takumi. Because the character was an incest survivor with a phobia of human contact, the director Yokoi-sensei wanted the boy to have as much insight as possible into the conditions.

Hence the reason for this meeting. Kyousuke had been granted an interview of sorts with a man in his thirties who had been through something similar to what Takumi had. Kyousuke hoped this would help him with the role, and felt he needed all the help he could get. But he felt so bad for the man who was looking at him so gently.

"Don't be scared. Ask whatever you want. I'll do my best to answer."

"Can you tell me...about what happened to you?"

Teru nodded. "It started when I was around five. Both my parents worked, and my uncle often took care of me. As an only child, I was always happy to have his attention. Uncle was never too busy for me, so often told me he loved me. He shared secrets with me, ones I had to keep from my parents. I felt so important.

"He was a very physical man, hugging, patting, kissing. I didn't think that strange at all. I thought it was because he loved me that his hands were always on my arms or legs, or his arm around my waist. But then he started going under my clothes, touching my stomach and back."

Teru took a deep breath. Before Kyousuke could say anything, the man went on.

"When we played or watched TV, he started suggesting I take my clothes off, so I'd be more comfortable. One day, when I was seven, I was getting over the flu, and my whole body ached. Uncle said a massage would make me feel better, and told me to lay on the carpet. It did feel good at first...but then he started kissing me. All over."

Kyousuke nodded, his stomach twisted into a nauseated knot.

"Uncle said people who loved each other kissed, and it was normal."

"Wasn't he worried you might tell your parents?"

"He cautioned me to never tell anyone, because if my parents found out, they'd be jealous of how close we were. I told him my mom and dad didn't kiss me like he did. He said, 'Because I love you more than they do.' Believing that messed me up for years.

"He would push his tongue into my mouth, and taught me to kiss him back. I didn't like it. But worse, he started putting his mouth on my penis. The first time I ever came was into his mouth, I was twelve. God, you're so young, you sure you want to hear this?"

No. "Yes, please."

"He did it many times. When I was almost thirteen, he started putting his fingers inside me. Then, on a beautiful summer day, when my parents were on a trip, he raped me. He did it a total of eight times over a year."

"How did it end?" Kyousuke asked shakily.

"I had gotten so sick of it. Finally I told my parents, begging to know if it was really normal." Teru sighed. "My father almost killed Uncle, broke twenty-seven of his bones."

"Did he go to jail?"

"Oh, yes."

"So, your parents were on your side right away?"

"Yes, I was lucky. It was tough for them, of course, knowing a family member did such awful things, but they believed me."

"What did...the..."

"It's okay," Teru said gently. "Ask."

"What did the abuse...feel like?"

A nod of understanding. "It made me feel ill most of the time. Sometimes there was physical pain. Worst of all, sometimes it felt really good. That made me feel very guilty, but I had done nothing wrong. My body was used against me."

"I didn't know that could happen. It's terrible."

Teru smiled, gently again. "Do you know anything about the mechanics of anal sex in men?"

"Not really, no," Kyousuke said with a blush.

"It has to do with stimulation of the prostate. That makes you feel pleasure and ejaculate, regardless of whether or not you want to." The man chuckled. "You're so young. I'll leave it at that."

"My character was abused by his older brother, starting around age seven, I think."

A nod. "Too young for erectile arousal and ejaculation. It probably was limited to fondling at that time. How long did it last?"

"A few years. The mother found out and blamed my character."

"Poor baby. No wonder he developed haphephobia. I went through many years of it myself before it began to fade."

"At that time, what did it feel like to be touched?"

"Electrical shock, almost. Like I was a balloon about to pop, or like every touch was a sharp pinch. Logically, I knew most people meant me no harm, but when I felt a hand on me, I would jump and begin to hyperventilate."

"My character falls in love with another boy, whose touches he grows to accept, and is cured. Is that possible?"

Teru smiled. "I don't know, but it's sweet. I look forward to seeing this movie. Are you nervous?"

Kyousuke nodded. "I've never played such a complex role. I'm worried I won't get it right, that people who have been similarly hurt will disapprove."

"I think you'll do well. You're asking the right questions, and you seem to be a sensitive boy. I have a suggestion that might help."

"Please, tell me."

"Practice breathing in a panicked manner. It will help you to be able to do so on command. Also, put yourself in your character's shoes. Imagine that such things happened to you. It won't be pleasant, but it may aid you."

"Thank you so much. This has been very helpful."

Teru stood and bowed. "It was my pleasure, Hamao-kun. Good luck."

Kyousuke felt heavy as he headed out into the studio hallway. The building was almost empty today, as it was Sunday, and hardly anyone but cleaning staff was around. The boy leaned against a wall, thinking.

Who could hurt aother person that way, a family member? I can't imagine...no, I need to. Imagine what happened to Takumi happened to me. Unwillingly, a flash of Shinnosuke, Kyousuke's handsome older brother, went through his head. No, I don't want -

But it was too late, the imagination had taken over. Kyousuke fought against the sickening images but couldn't halt them, visions of being touched intimately by the sibling he adored, begging him to stop, but being fondled, being raped, pain inside and out.

"N-No," the boy gasped. He fell to his knees and choked out a rope of vomit onto the floor, emptying his stomach completely. Even when it was all out, he dry-heaved. Everything was blurry, he felt dizzy, and though his hearing was fuzzy, he thought he heard someone calling to him.

"Mao-kun! Oh my God, Mao-kun, are you okay?"

A hand touched Kyousuke's shoulder. The heaving ceased immediately, and the teenager stumbled back against the wall, gasping.

"Don't...please...I can't..."

"Damn it, I told Sensei this was a bad idea," Daisuke swore softly. "Kid, it's all right. I'm not going to hurt you and I won't let anyone else. I know you're having a tough time breathing, but you've got to calm down. You're getting too much oxygen."

Kyousuke did his best, and over the next few minutes his hyperventilating gradually eased into soft whimpers. Daisuke watched him, sitting close but not too close, watching with concern. He had come expecting to find his kouhai upset, but not to this extent.

"Can I touch you?"

Suddenly, Kyousuke felt a very strong desire to be held. He nodded, and wasn't disappointed, gathered to Daisuke's chest and felt the warmth of strong arms around him. The elder gently rocked him back and forth, rubbed a soothing hand up and down his back. On top of the intense crushes both were secretly holding for each other, Kyousuke felt immensely grateful for this comfort, and Daisuke thought about how nice it was to hold the boy, and wished he could just fix what was wrong.

"Mao-kun, what happened? Was it too much for you, what you heard?"

"Buchou...how can a person do that to someone else?"

"I don't know, baby," Daisuke said, wincing when that endearment accidentally came out. "Do you want me to call your mom, or your brother?"

"No! No, I can't face Aniki, I can't stop thinking..."

"Mao-kun." Daisuke thought for a moment. "Oh. You were trying to put yourself in Takumi's shoes, and that made you think upsetting images of Shinnosuke-san. Mao, it's okay. Your brother practically worships you. He'd never hurt you."

"I know...it's just...how did Takumi survive? I'd die if that happened to me."

"No one is going to hurt you like that. Remember what I told you. If anyone ever tries, you tell me and I'll take care of it. It's okay. I know you're upset, but you'll feel better soon. Come on, let's hang out till you feel okay. Or would you rather I take you home now?"

"I want to be with you," Kyousuke whispered. If only you knew how much.

A hand stroked his hair. "Okay, let's get some tea first." I love you.

daimaodaimaodaimao

Daisuke opened his eyes in the dark, remembering where he was but feeling reassured by the feel of a slender body next to him. Though there were two beds, the couple wanted to stay close together at all times. Daisuke wrapped his arms around Kyousuke and held him as closely as he could, and in his sleep, the teenager made a questioning noise.

"Ssh, baby, it's okay. Sleep, everything's okay."

Kyousuke settled down, unconsciously nuzzling his face against his boyfriend's chest. Daisuke gently kissed him all over, trying to hold back tears and almost succeeding.

"Don't die. I can't protect you as much as I want to, but I won't let you die. We're going to survive this together, okay?"

He thought he felt the boy nod against him. It was reassuring, but it was hours before Daisuke was able to return to sleep.

To be continued.