New chapter, same angst. I'll reiterate - do not read this if you can be squicked.

DEVIL IN THE DARK
Chapter 3

Kyousuke was quiet the following morning, hardly eating despite Daisuke's encouragement. The elder did what he usually did, gently reminding the younger that as skinny as he was, it wasn't a good idea for him to skip meals. A haunted expression answered him. Heart aching, he went to Kyousuke, knelt down, stroked up and down the thin arms.

"Baby, what can I do? Tell me."

"I don't...want..." Kyousuke buried his face in his hands and wept.

"God, baby, tell me. What can I do?"

"I don't want my first time to be...I want it to be you and I'm so scared..."

Mind made up in a second, Daisuke carefully pulled the boy up and walked him to one of the beds, where he guided Kyousuke to lay down.

"Dai-chan..."

He could read his boyfriend's concern easily. "I'm not doing this just because you're afraid. I've been wanting to for far longer than I should have. Are you sure?"

"I love you, I need you, I want to." Kyousuke sighed with what seemed to be relief as the welcome weight of a body pressed down on him. "Dai-chan..."

"Baby. Relax, I'll take care of you."

Determined to make this slow and memorable, Daisuke prolonged undressing him, taking his time as he slipped the shirt over Kyousuke's head, drew the jeans down and off. When only the boxers were left, he stroked the half-hard bulge through the fabric, cupped it, found the testicles and massaged them. It excited him to know they were full of the fluid he loved to drink, that he could undo Mao and make him spurt with pleasure.

"Dai-chan, you too."

Kyousuke smiled through his held-back tears. He was always in awe of the toned and muscular body, so sexy and masculine compared to his own delicacy. When Daisuke returned to the bed, Kyousuke ran his hands all over the hard chest and stomach. He had never wanted anyone but his Dai-chan, knew there'd never be anyone else. He was erect, and Kyousuke gently squeezed it, a little afraid but elated that it would soon, finally, be inside him. Just as the scary world around them melted away, the door opened, and it all came rushing back.

Daisuke immediately threw a blanket over the teenager and pulled him into a protective hug. Sato was wearing his usual enigmatic smile as he approached, Daro and Dr. Ishii behind him.

"Don't mind me, boys. Don't stop. I just want to watch." Several feet away, he sank down into a chair.

"Like hell!"

Another smile, a frighteningly pleasant tone. "Take him, Gii-kun. Or I will."

Daisuke closed his eyes a moment. With a shaky sigh, he lowered Kyousuke back onto the pillows, and reluctantly stripped the blanket off. The boy was looking at him with wide eyes.

"Baby, I'm sorry, we have to. Keep looking at me. It's just you and me here. Okay?"

"I'm okay," Kyousuke whispered. "Please, I want it to be you."

Distract him. Relax him. Kneeling over Kyousuke, Daisuke nudged his thighs apart and rubbed his palm in a circular motion against the head of the length. Slowly, accompanied by soft moans, it hardened to fullness, and the parting of petal-pink lips was mesmerizing. Every inch of him was, always, but arousal on the face of someone so pure was indescribable.

"You want to come, baby?"

The hand closed around the shaft, and Kyousuke pushed himself up into it, gasping at the feel of skin sliding against skin. Daisuke kept the stroking slow, tried not to blink, eyes burning at the beautiful sight. He stopped now and then to roll the balls, caress the baby-soft thighs, trace the line of the hip bone.

"Dai-chan," the lovely voice pleaded. "Please."

Daisuke pressed his thumb pad to the weeping slit, rubbed a circle against it and spread the milky wetness around the head. It glistened invitingly, and he wanted to put his mouth on it. But he needed to watch Kyousuke's face for signs of pain or fear. At the moment he seemed lost in pleasure, eyes half closed, mouth open to pant.

"God, I want you so much."

"Dai-chan, I want - "

The words were lost and the stroking resumed, vigorously now. The boy writhed cat-like and shook violently as he spilled into his boyfriend's gasp, and as he came down, Daisuke lowered himself onto the flushed body. He pressed his forehead to Kyousuke's, kissed the damp lips and eagerly accepted the tongue that twined around his own.

"Baby..."

"Do it, do it, I need you to."

"Are you sure?"

"I need you inside," the teenager groaned, his pupils dilated with lust. "Fuck me, fuck me..."

For the first time, Daisuke was glad for the bottle of expensive lubricant on the bedside table. With shaking hands, he spread some onto his fingers, and gently pushed Kyousuke's leg up, bent with the knee nearly touching his chest. He ignored the noise of approval Sato made, and placed the tip of a finger just between the cheeks.

"Are you - "

Kyousuke grabbed the positioned wrist and pulled, sliding the finger inside him with a satisfied groan.

"Oh, God, hurry."

"Slowly, baby, I have to get you ready."

Daisuke felt dizzy with anticipation. He moved his finger around, exploring the silky inner walls and painting them with the lube. He was so tight. Daisuke hoped he would be able to fit without hurting his beloved, and wanted very badly to try it, to feel himself squeezed in that narrow heat.

"Dai...chan..."

He allowed another finger, and explored a little deeper. He brushed something inside, knew right away what it was from previous encounters. Kyousuke cried out in pleasure and arched his back, trying to get more contact and gripping Daisuke's arms. The elder targeted the prostate and rubbed it firmly, smiling to see his boyfriend enjoying it so much.

"Like that, baby?"

"So good, don't stop."

The observers were thankfully quiet, allowing the boys to pretend they were alone. Daisuke slowly worked up to four fingers, and finally inserted his thumb. A look of pain tightened Kyousuke's face, but his hand remained curled around the wrist, pushing the hand in, wanting more.

"Baby, does it hurt?"

"Nnn, yes, but do it."

"Baby - "

"I don't care if it hurts, I want you." I need it to be you, his large eyes were screaming.

Regretful as he was, Daisuke was not about to stop, not about to risk his virgin soul mate being raped. He lifted Kyousuke's knees to bare him, spread his long legs. After slicking himself well, Daisuke nudged the head of his erection inside, and prompted a cry that was mostly arousal, a little agony.

"Don't stop, please, need you, I want to be closer to you," the teenager groaned. "I'm okay."

But he groaned and winced over the few minutes it took for Daisuke to fully penetrate him. "Baby," the elder gasped, "I'm all in. How do you feel?"

A slightly dazed smile answered him. "I can feel you so deep inside me. I want to stay like this forever."

"I'd kind of like that too."

To prolong it as well as give his Mao time to adjust, Daisuke kissed him slowly, stroked him back to full hardness, rubbed and lightly pinched his nipples. Kyousuke ran his hands all over the bare back, and finally touched the backside and pushed downward.

"Move, please." He would never say it so vulgarly, but it had become like an itch that desperately needed scratching.

A slow, shallow thrust.

"Yes, more, deeper, fill me."

Daisuke obliged, and the younger's eyes rolled back into his head. "Like that, baby?"

"Yes, more, please..."

Daisuke kept it as slow as he could, but with each thrust pulled out almost fully, and buried himself right up to his heavy balls. The pleasure was almost blinding, not just physically, but also the sight of Kyousuke, purity incarnate, being pleasured so intensely he could hardly speak. The boy moved his hips to meet each thrust, moaned and half-shouted for more, his usual shyness nowhere in sight.

"Dai-chan, I'm close."

"Me too, baby, come with me."

Daisuke thrust with more force, pounding the narrow hole and the pleasure spot inside it. It took only a touch to Kyousuke's length to make him come, and Daisuke followed, angling his grip on the slender hips to get as much of his semen inside him as possible. Mao's arms dropped limply to the soiled sheets, head lolled, but with a tired smile.

Daisuke caught his breath and pulled out gently, stroking the face that contorted with pain. Suddenly he was being pulled off the bed, the usual pressure of a gun barrel to his temple. Ishii and Sato were at the bedside in an instant.

"Don't touch him!"

He was ignored. Ishii took Kyousuke's pulse, and took a few things from his bag. He rubbed an alcohol wipe on the inside of the boy's arm, and the next thing Daisuke saw was a syringe.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Sato answered as it was injected; Mao hardly seemed to notice. "Pain-killer. It will make him sleepy, but he'll be more comfortable. I'll have your lunch brought in and someone to change the linen. Well done, Gii-kun. Is there anything you want?"

"You tortured to death. How could you? I don't care what you do to me, but how could you turn an innocent kid's first time into a sick show?"

"Oh, I think he enjoyed it. As you obviously did."

Casually, Sato pushed his index finger into Kyousuke, eliciting a whimper, and slowly licked the white and red with a sound of approval.

"Very nice."

"Don't - "

The gun pushed painfully into his skin. Daisuke watched in dumb horror as Sato carefully turned the half-conscious boy over, lifted him up onto his knees and began to lick the newly-deflowered passage, lapping up every drop of blood and semen eagerly, even getting the streaks on his thighs.

Kyousuke began to cry, and Sato turned him back around, brushed his hair back almost lovingly before putting a sheet over him and kissing his forehead.

"You can take care of him now, Gii-kun. I know what you're thinking, your eyes make it plain. Attack me, and I will move your little lover into my quarters, and there will be more than my tongue in him."

"Dai-chan." The sad whisper calmed Daisuke, and he rushed to his boyfriend, carefully cradled him.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"Not...the way you mean."

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"I love you." Kyousuke kissed the neck his face was pressed to. "You were amazing."

"I wasn't too rough?"

"No, perfect. Dai-chan...I don't think I can stay awake."

"Sleep, baby. I'm going to clean us up, and then I'll join you in your dreams." Daisuke waited until he was still and breathing slowly, then bitterly spat out, "Happy?"

But Sato was gone.

daimaodaimaodaimao

How did I get here? Kyousuke wondered as he walked the wooded path. If Dai-chan and I escaped, where is he? I can't leave him behind, I won't.

There was a strange sense of heaviness, unsteadiness in his body along with a total lack of pain - the drug he had been injected with, no doubt. The boy stumbled a little bit as he walked, calling his boyfriend's name. No answer, but rustling noises ahead.

Why doesn't he answer me? Dai-chan, please don't be hurt.

Kyousuke staggered down the trail and turned abruptly to find a clearing, and standing in it, a young man in his early to mid-twenties, wearing what looked like blue pajamas. He turned and smiled with recognition, though Kyousuke had never seen him before.

"I hoped you'd come."

"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"

"You don't remember? Well, it has been a while. You've grown so much, Takumi."

Alarm bells wet off in Kyousuke's head, both for the name and the look in the stranger's eyes as he took a step closer.

"I'm not Takumi."

"Of course you are. To so many people, you always will be. Don't you like yourself at all?"

"I like Takumi, but I'm not - "

"Why are you backing away? I'm your brother. You know I'd never hurt you."

"Oh God," the boy croaked, and turned to run.

In an instant, he was enclosed by steel-strong arms, being held with his back against the tall man's chest. A face nuzzled his hair, pressed kisses to his neck. A terrifying hardness was pressed against his lower body.

"No!"

"Takumi, be good for me, let me love you. This is what brothers do when they love each other."

"No! I have a brother and he'd never - "

"I am your brother, Takumi."

The grip on him was unbreakable. A hand roughly forced its way inside his pants, not Dai-chan's, no gentleness or consideration. He was bare suddenly, and a thick cock was in him and thrusting, so hard that he screamed and collapsed, had to be held up like a doll. The boy could feel wide rivulets of blood running down his legs, could only breathe in choking gasps.

"N-No, p-please..."

"Takumi, you feel so good. Takumi, Takumi."

"Mao!"

"Takumi, you know you always wanted it."

"MAO!"

The teenager woke up to the sound of his own hoarse screams, his throat on fire and body being cradled by Daisuke. He couldn't see through his tears, so he gripped the arms around him, the fairish hair mingling with his own.

"Baby, it was a dream. I've got you."

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

"You're not Takumi, and no one can make you be. Let me get you some water."

Propped against a headboard and pillows, the boy downed a few cups of the cold liquid that soothed him a little. He could hardly move, and Daisuke saw the fright in his eyes.

"The drug is still in your system. It's made you weak, it will pass. Does anything hurt?"

"Not the way you mean."

"Baby."

Kyousuke sighed into a soft kiss, this opposite of force and violence. His head was resting against Daisuke's shoulders, tears being dried by the elder's shirt and sweeping fingers. The other hand rubbed slow circles into his stomach, easing a nausea he had barely noticed.

Kyousuke opened his mouth, moaned to feel a familiar tongue tangling with his own. He was gently laid down, and Daisuke was careful not to put too much pressure on the weakened and injured body. A hand went between Daisuke's thighs; he removed and kissed it reverently.

"I don't know if that's good for you right now, baby."

"Please, I just need to touch you."

Daisuke unbuttoned his khakis and let fingers slide inside and stroke him. He lay down on his side and let Kyousuke slide down to take it into his mouth.

"Baby." With his bottle.

It felt good, no denying that, the soft circle of lips, the wet organ tracing a vein. Daisuke didn't thrust, just stroked the damp cheeks distended by the head of his cock. Mao was in no hurry and sucked slowly for a long time, then finally wrapped his hand around the top of the shaft, and Daisuke guided it in bringing himself off. The boy kept sucking when there was none left, until Daisuke gently pulled him back up.

"I can't go again yet, baby."

"It's so good," Kyousuke whispered against his mouth, and the elder actor nearly re-stiffened. "Please."

"Baby. Look at me. Let me look at you."

He traced the slight stickiness of the teenager's lips, the lines of his fine-boned face. Kyousuke caught his thumb and sucked on it. He continued to comfort himself this way until the drug overwhelmed him again, and he was pulled back into sleep.

To be continued.