It's been about a week, and I have this ready, so time for an update! As usual, this is full of angst and hurt/comfort. If that's right up your alley, continue. If not, you can help my muses garden, if you like. Don't mind the extremely twee blond one.
Don't own, blah.
DEVIL IN THE DARK
Chapter 4
Kyousuke seemed a little sluggish the following morning, as the effects of the drug continued to dissipate. Daisuke assumed he had been given a little too much for his light weight and watched him closer, even insisting they shower together. It was comforting for them to hold each other under the hot spray and wash each other's hair.
Afterward, Daisuke refused to stop bugging the teenager until he ate a whole plate of food. Once finished, Kyousuke got up and plopped down on the elder's lap, resting his chin on a shoulder as he was held. Daisuke tried to think of something distracting to say.
"Remember the day when Tomo had the hiccups all through rehearsals?"
A victory, a soft laugh. "Yeah, nothing worked, not even the sugar Yuta suggested. So Misaki put a paper bag over Tomo's head, and he had to do rehearsals all day like that."
"He couldn't see, and kept bumping into everyone," Daisuke recalled. "He even fell on top of you, and you apologized. You're so polite."
"Well, Tomo's not. Someone had to be." Kyousuke shivered. "Do you think he or Keisuke are in any danger?"
"No. Like most of the fans now, it seems, this guy firmly sees you as Takumi and me as Gii."
"Funny, almost, considering how worried we were that the fans wouldn't accept us in the roles."
"Baby." Daisuke stroked his fine, damp hair. "Do you regret doing the movies now?"
"Of course not," the boy said at once. "They brought us closer together. We might not have become a couple without Takumi and Gii."
"Oh, I would have jumped you eventually." Daisuke paused. "You know, I was never totally happy with Gii."
"What? You were perfect."
"Thanks, baby. I mean, I wish he hadn't been so serious, and distant. I never felt as close to Takumi as I wanted to be, except when we were fooling around."
Kyousuke nodded. "I guess because of his wealth, Gii was used to having to keep people at a distance. And maybe he was afraid of it being too much for Takumi."
"Except when he almost raped him."
"You're still upset about that?"
Daisuke rubbed his lips gently against the teenager's neck. "I hated it. You looked so scared, and it was so wrong."
"Gii was trying to help, to fix him. And Takumi did want to. Maybe he needed that push."
"Gi was too pushy, though. It was hard because I wanted to be gentle with you."
Kyousuke made a "Hmm" sound, and the elder felt the vibration of it it through his mouth. "Gii was frustrated too. He finally found the one he loved, and wasn't allowed to touch him. It must have been really hard on him."
"Was I careful enough with you, though?"
"Are you kidding? You acted like I was always about to break, especially when Gii had to be a little bit rough. I was amazed by how gentle you were. Still are."
"Are you still in any pain?"
"No. I still can't believe we finally...it was amazing."
"I'm sorry it wasn't how you probably pictured it."
"Not your fault."
Kyousuke kissed him, long and sweetly and slowly. Daisuke slipped his hands under the T-shirt to rub his back in soothing strokes. Tongues tangled together, the young men comforted each other.
When they parted, Daisuke caressed his cheek and reverently whispered, "I love you."
Kyousuke smiled teasingly. "I'm glad. I used to think you liked Takumi more."
"Nah, he's number two. Though," Daisuke said, "he is the one person on this planet who's as beautiful as you."
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"Natsuko and I are more upset than we can express. Our families are worried sick about our dear sons. Please, whoever has Daisuke and Kyousuke, if you're watching this, please don't hurt them. Just get in touch with us through the number on the screen and make your demands. We'll give you anything you want. And boys, if you can hear me, just hang on. We'll get you home."
Daisuke switched off the TV, unable to bear his mother's distraught face and broken voice any longer, and didn't want Kyousuke to see his mom anymore, unable to even speak in her grief. Next to him, Kyousuke buried his face in his hands, and sobbed as he was tightly hugged.
"D-Dai-chan..."
"Mao, it's okay. See, our families are sticking together, leaning on each other, and they know that we've been taken. The police are looking for us."
The boy seemed to take little comfort from this encouragement, continuing to weep. Daisuke was patient and silent, letting him vent, gently petting him all over and placing soft kisses into his hair. After a long time, Kyousuke went quiet and still, and rather than limply dangling in the embrace, he hugged back.
"Did you see my mom? And Dad and Aniki must be..."
"They know I'm with you, that I'll protect you as much as I can. I just wish I could do more."
Before Kyousuke could answer, the door opened. This time, instead of hiding in Daisuke's arms, he slid off the lap and sat next to him. He welcomed the weight, though, of an arm around him. Sato approached with his usual smile, blond thug Suzu and a frowning Dr. Ishii behind him.
"Hello, boys. I'm sorry you saw that. I didn't want you to get upset."
Daisuke stared at him in angry silence. Kyousuke looked sadly at the floor.
"Is there anything I can get you to cheer you up? A specific movie or game?"
No answer. Sato sat down at the table, his servants right behind him.
"I know you haven't gotten used to being here yet, but I would like to help you do so. Would you like a friend here with you?"
"No," Kyousuke pleaded, looking up. "Please don't take anyone else."
"As long as you try to behave, I won't need to. Have you recovered from yesterday, Takumi-kun?"
Hesitation, then a nod.
"Any pain left?"
"No."
"Good. Today we're going to try something new. An experiment, if you will. Takumi-kun, come sit by me."
Daisuke grabbed the boy's arm, ignored the gun Suzu put to his temple, and only let go when Kyousuke begged him to. The teenager nervously sat down in the chair next to Sato's, shrinking back when his hair was pet.
"Don't be afraid. It's nothing that will hurt. Sensei, if you would. Sensei?"
The doctor didn't move at first. then reluctantly came closer and reached into his bag. Kyousuke started when a needle appeared, and Sato embraced and held him from behind.
"Ssh, it will only sting a little."
"Don't, please don't!"
"Ssh, just relax."
"Leave him alone!" Daisuke winced; Suzu's clutching fingers were bruising his arm.
The doctor didn't seem to like any of this, but he wiped the boy's arm with alcohol and carefully injected the clear mystery liquid. Sato continued to hold Kyousuke for a few moments, trying in vain to tell him to calm down.
Counterproductively, the man touched him all over in a parody of care and affection, exploring the trembling body both above and under clothes. Kyousuke only shook harder and breathed more heavily, so he was finally released, and huddled into Daisuke's tight hug.
"What the hell did you give him?"
"Don't worry, it's safe. I had it tested on many people, with varying but encouraging levels of success."
"What is it?"
"Do you know what oxytocin is?"
Daisuke shook his head.
"It's a chemical the brain releases to create feelings of trust and closeness. Ever seen a newborn with its mother? The mother forms an attachment to it because she is being flooded with oxytocin. Lovers experience it too, when they touch each other."
"Is that what you drugged him with?"
"No, it's something I obtained from a military that shall remain unnamed. They call it antitocin, and it does the exact opposite. It destroys feelings of trust and love, and makes it uncomfortable for one to be touched." Sato smiled. "Hopefully it will make Takumi-kun more like himself, for a while, until he overcomes it."
"You bastard," Daisuke hissed. "You can't just make us into our characters!"
"I think you'll see I can. It may take a while to take effect. For the meantime, something a little more fun was in that shot as well."
"What is it?"
"Dai-chan," Kyousuke panted softly, "I feel strange."
He was breathing heavily and his eyes had gone glassy. Daisuke held him close and was surprised at the sensual way his neck was nuzzled. They had an audience, after all.
"What the hell did you give him?"
"Just an aphrodisiac, a rather strong one. His inhibitions will be silent for at least an hour or two. I think you'll enjoy it."
Kyousuke wiggled on his lap, his hardness pressing against Daisuke's stomach. His lips were willingly captured and the younger kissed him heatedly. He felt warm all over, feverish, and he was softly moaning so beautifully.
"I need you," came an unsteady whisper.
"You've got me, baby."
Thankfully, Sato silently left, taking his entourage with him. Daisuke barely managed to get them to one of the beds before falling on top of Kyousuke, who was tearing at both their clothes.
"Dai-chan I'm sorry I just - "
"It's okay, baby, let me take care of you."
Clumsily, they stripped each other, mouths hardly separating. He was harder than Daisuke had ever seen him, almost purple with blood, and he came the moment Daisuke touched it. Neither cared about the mess, but the elder paused to lick his hand before beginning to stroke him again.
"Inside me, inside me."
Daisuke pushed a wet finger into him and found the boy relaxed, easily taking a few digits right away. He moved his hand in a circle, stretching the walls of slick heat. He positioned himself and slid inside, reassured by the satisfied groan this prompted. Kyousuke wrapped slender legs around the bigger body and arched up to meet each thrust.
"Yes so good..."
"You like that, baby?"
Kyousuke orgasmed quickly, but Daisuke, with difficulty, held off so he could fuck him slowly, take his time. When he finished, he stroked the teenager to completion.
"Again, I need you."
The elder actor couldn't go again so soon, so he arranged them to lie on their sides facing each other, one arm around Kyousuke and the other hand penetrating him. It seemed to go on for hours, and indeed must have. As soon as Kyousuke came, he would start to stiffen again.
Daisuke, patiently and mesmerized, kept up a continuous pressure against the prostate. Kyousuke didn't even need any more stimulation than this, and Daisuke wondered how long this could go on, how much semen could possibly be contained in a small body.
Finally, Kyousuke slumped, lightly unconscious, on the sticky sheets, eyes fluttering closed and breathing normal. As much as he'd enjoyed the sight, Daisuke was relieved. Aroused Kyousuke was amazing, but not when it was accomplished by force.
After waching him sleep for a few minutes, Daisuke got up and wet some washclothes with warm water. He cleaned them both, got them dressed, and moved Kyousuke to the unsoiled bed, where he cutely snuggled into the pillow, making the elder smile.
"Do you know how incredibly adorable you are?" he whispered.
Daisuke lay down again next to him and quietly stroked his hair back from his forehead, staring contentedly into the beautiful face. After a little while, Kyousuke began to frown, and made a noise of discomfort.
"Baby? What's wrong?"
Concerned he was having a nightmare, Daisuke gently shook him. When the pretty eyes finally opened, rather than look relieved, they were full of fear. The boy shrank away and trembled. Daisuke was alarmed; his lover had never before been afraid of him.
"Baby, it's me."
"I know...I just...I want you to touch me, but..."
"But you don't, too." Daisuke's heart sank, but he kept a brave face on. "Baby, it's all right. It's that drug he gave you. We're stronger than that."
"But..." Kyousuke was breathing in gasps. "I'm so confused. I want you close but it's like...like you're a stranger and I'm...I'm..."
"You're what, honey?" Daisuke stroked his arm, despite the flinch this caused.
"...Takumi."
Oh, God. "I can work with that," Daisuke said, forcing a smile. "You want to pretend a little, with me?"
"Eh? You mean..."
"Yeah. Be Takumi and I'll be Gii for awhile. It might help. Okay?"
"Okay."
To be continued. Yes, I really am stopping there. :)
Oxytocin is a real thing. Antitocin, as far as I know, is not.