Author's Note: I'm sorry guys. For some reason I'm not really feeling this chapter. Even the Touhou taking residence in my mind wasn't much help. I don't know. Anyways, tell me what you think of the story as a whole so far so I can try to make it better. Thanks for sticking with me.
Touhou returned to his office after several long hours of dealing with the more mundane tasks of his position. The execution of a traitor had taken longer than he'd expected and he was irritated. He'd wanted to have dinner with Shito then take him back to his room for a more in depth maintenance. He'd wanted to take advantage of Shito's freshly rejected state. To comfort him in his time of sorrow. Touhou chuckled to himself. He rather enjoyed the scenes playing through his mind as he prepared for his assignment of guarding Shito, Shao Ye.
Touhou closed the door and immediately moved to his desk, unlocking the top drawer. He set a tape player in the center of the desk and pulled the tape Shiba had sent him out, turning it over in his hands. It was one thing to be told in detail what had happened. It was another to actually be able to hear it. He relished the pain Akatsuki Chika must have gone through. That filthy brat deserved every bit of it. Corrupting Shito into something he shouldn't have been. Independent, thinking on his own, both were things Shito had never been taught for a reason.
"Let's hear you scream Akatsuki-kun." Touhou smirked, slipping the tape in the player. He snapped it closed and pressed the play button. Touhou's hands clasped on top of his stomach, he leaned back in his chair and listened. Chika's quivering voice filled the room. It became apparent to Touhou that the boy didn't know if he could believe what he was seeing to be real. At first Chika's voice was simply bewildered, frightened perhaps but that was normal after seeing someone you thought was dead. Touhou soon became bored as Shiba was only playing with Chika so far.
"You talk too much, Shiba." The Exorcist said shifting in his chair. Chika's voice grew more frantic, the bed beneath him groaned in complaint. Touhou leaned one elbow on the armrest, his cheek resting on his fist. "There, now it'll start getting more interesting." Touhou smiled.
He'd heard Chika break away and run for the door. He listened as the zombie screamed for help. His eyes narrowed at Chika's pleas for Shito. It angered him that the two had gotten close. It wasn't supposed to happen. At first Touhou was content to let Shito keep playing so long as nothing ever went beyond that. Touhou had thought Shito understood he'd never be loved or wanted. He thought it had worked until Shiba Reichirou showed up with the news. There was no way Shito would have even thought about kissing someone, let alone Akatsuki. Not until he came to Japan. Touhou gripped the armrest tightly, his jealous anger rising. He'd thought once or twice about trying a little more than simple exorcism on that mutt. He wanted to hear him scream, hear him beg for his mercy and forgiveness. Both of which, Touhou would never give him. He turned his attention back to the tape recording when Chika's yells turned into agonized screaming.
"That's more like it. Suffer filthy mutt. Waste of human flesh and blood." Touhou said, his voice pleased. "Cry like the insect you are." He closed his eyes, a smile spreading across his face. Chika's agony was music to his ears. Each scream was like a crash of symbols in the midst of the beautiful symphony. The whimpering voice, pleading for reprieve, soft and melodic to the constant tempo of Shiba's pulsing body. The whole thing made Touhou's breathing quicken in excitement. As each scream became weaker, his heart raced. He chuckled to himself, hearing the sobbing through the tape. He'd been broken. Rather quickly too, what a shame.
"Pitiful creature." Touhou smirked. He picked up the player and pressed the rewind button. "Perhaps once more will get me going hot enough." He pressed play and listened once again as Shiba forcefully, relentlessly broke Chika, claiming the younger boy as his.
Shito sleepily blinked his eyes open. He stared at his surroundings for a few minutes. He hadn't remembered he'd come back to Shanghai. A part of him wished it was all a dream and he'd wake up to find Chika laying next to him as he did often back in the dorms. Shito closed his eyes again and rolled over then slowly opened them again. He let out a defeated sigh, the bed space next to him, empty, unused. Slowly the raven-haired zombie moved his hand over the space wishing Chika was there. He still had a hard time believing what he'd heard on the phone a day earlier. Something didn't feel right but he couldn't quite place it.
Shito sighed and pushed himself upright. He stood, his cheongsam falling down properly. Shito rubbed the sleep from his eyes, staring at himself in the mirror. The Chinese dragon on his clothing gave him a hard reminder that he was no longer in Japan. Shito fingered the delicate design embroidered in gold from his shoulder to his hip. He stared at his reflection. He didn't really like what he saw. It just didn't look like the Shito he knew anymore. There were no emotions, no fire in his eyes, no desire to keep moving forward. The face staring back at him was like an empty shell where his soul used to live. Shito sighed and closed his eyes, turning from the mirror. Silently he moved across the room to the door and opened it.
"Master Shao Ye, please stay in your room." The guard outside stepped to block the doorway.
Shito blinked and looked at him. "What is the reason?"
"Touhou has requested that you remain here until he comes to call." The man answered. He gestured for a small cart to be brought inside. "He sent dinner for you, so please be patient."
Shito watched in silence as the small silver cart was pushed into the center of his room. The attendant left closing the door behind him. Shito stared at the cart for a few minutes before his stomach alerted him that it was indeed time for nourishment. The raven-haired zombie lifted the lid to the tray and found a small array of Chinese cuisine. Rice seasoned lightly with butter and soy sauce, chicken dumplings, and even a fortune cookie rested on top. Shito sat in his chair and picked at the food, taking a few small bites here and there. A small smile played across his lips as he remembered the small sushi place he'd visited with the Zombie-Loan crew. Shito bent his head down, setting his utensils on the plate. His entire body heaved in a sigh and he sat there, silent. Could it have been only 24 hours since everything changed? It felt as though he'd been this way for years, the way his entire body felt so heavy and sorrow-filled. He became so distracted in his memory that he never heard the door open.
Touhou silently moved behind the smaller boy and placed a hand on his shoulder. Shito gasped in surprise and turned quickly to see the intruder. "Akat-" Shito started to say. The face of the china man caused him to stop mid-word.
"You were hoping for someone else?" Touhou asked. His voice was different than Shito had been used to. Touhou seemed…almost angry at what he'd just said.
"N-no." Shito shook his head. He stood his face turned downwards. "I apologize, Touhou."
Touhou tilted his head slightly and a gentle smile touched his lips. "You are forgiven, Shao Ye." Touhou cupped the boy's elbow in the palm of his hand and led toward the bed. "Come, I will help you to forget him."
Shito's eyes widened ever so slightly. "W-what are you doing?" Despite his worry, his body moved as directed.
"To be able to forget, you have to know someone else." Touhou shot him a glance out of the corner of his eye.
"What are you talking about-" Shito gasped in surprise as he was pushed down onto the bed. He stared wide-eyed and Touhou slowly climbed on top of him, straddling his right leg.
"Sh….it's alright. You'll soon know what I mean." Touhou gently caressed Shito's left cheek with his fingertips. The boy shivered beneath him at the touch.
"Get off of me-" Shito tried but his words caught in his throat as Touhou's knee moved up between his legs. "S-stop that!" Shito shouted.
Touhou touched a finger to the zombie's lips. "No need to shout, I'm right here. I'm only helping you forget unwanted memories." Touhou leaned his face down and gently breathed upon Shito's neck eliciting another shiver from the raven-haired teen. He pulled both of Shito's hands up and held them to the bed on either side of his head. The Exorcist then began to slowly, gently guide his knee along the organ, forcing a reaction.
"S-stop that. H-nn…" Shito squirmed uncomfortably. He tried to pull his hands free but the man above him held them firmly in his grasp. Touhou leaned closer and lightly traced kisses along the boy's throat up to his jaw.
"Just do as you are told, Shito. You'll learn to enjoy it." Touhou pushed his knee closer, moving back and forth slowly heating Shito's member. Shito once again tried to free himself but found he couldn't.
"Touhou, I don't want to do this." Shito said. His body shivered once more and slowly began to respond without his conscious permission. He didn't like what was happening. It wasn't right. He swallowed hard and tried a third time to get up. He felt a warmth surge through his body, pleasure tugging at his senses. "A-ah….T-Touhou…stop…." He said again.
"Just let your body do as it wishes." Touhou released Shito's hands and moved them to each clasp of Shito's cheongsam, pulling it open to expose his pale chest. It was rather crude of him to have used a spell but Touhou didn't feel like having to fight the boy through the whole process. It wasn't much, just simply to amplify the natural pleasures that would be arising within the delicate body beneath him. "Leave your hands where they are and I will be gentle." Touhou's voice spilled sweetly out of his mouth. It sounded odd to Shito but for some reason he didn't care. Touhou's chilled hands slipped inside stroking the raven-haired zombie's chest. At first it was only his fingertips, tracing circles and designs along the perfect, smooth skin. Then slowly, Touhou pulled the garment further open, sliding his hands down across his stomach and over his sides.
"What…are you doing?" Shito breathed. His body felt heavy as the welling pleasure slowly built. He could feel the heat rising in his hardening organ. His face, flushed with the crimson color of blood.
"Sh…just wait." Touhou whispered, his hot breath leaving goose-bumps on Shito's chest. The china man slowly and meticulously kissed the boy's chest, over and over again. He pinched one nipple softly between his fore finger and thumb.
"A-ah. D-don't do that." Shito whimpered. He closed his palms leaving his hands where they were. He wanted to move them but couldn't. Something wasn't letting him.
Touhou's soft chuckle left more goose-bumps along his skin as one hand traced its way down to his waist. Then without warning it slipped further, taking the member in its grasp. Shito arched, a gasp escaping his lips. Touhou moved his thumb up and down the organ, eliciting more reaction as the pleasure started to surge, the entity becoming hard in his palm. Touhou smiled and looked up at Shito.
"You are responding very well. How obedient of you, Shito-sama." Touhou said, his smile calm. He tugged harder on the boy's member, making it swell and throb. Slowly at first, but soon he would begin to pulse into his hand.
Shito closed his eyes a soft moan escaping his lips. A part of him still fought to surface. A tiny little voice in the back of his head tried desperately to reach him but the overwhelming pleasure building inside him covered it's cries. He arched slightly, meeting Touhou's hand once again.
Touhou chuckled. He hadn't expected the spell to work quite so well. He pulled his hand away and moved to release his own, hard, pulsating member. Shito's eyes widened slightly but otherwise his body wouldn't move away. He knew he didn't want this but he couldn't convince his body otherwise. Touhou moved closer, his heat almost burning against Shito's member. Touhou thrust his hips downward, crashing the two together. Hips hitting each other, hard.
"A-ah!" Shito exclaimed. He'd never felt this sensation before. He didn't like it. Not Touhou. He never wanted to have this sort of feeling with Touhou. It was sick, it was disgusting. It was wrong. In every possible way.
Touhou moved his body back and forth, rubbing the two organs against each other. His heart raced as he imagined what he wanted to happen. He wanted Shito to moan his name, to come to him eagerly for more. He wanted to claim Shito as his, but to force Shito to admit it himself. He didn't want to just take him for his own. It didn't seem to have the same sort of satisfaction. No, Touhou would teach the boy's body to react to him. And without force and eventually without a spell Shito would spill for him. Staining him with his essence. Ah, how it invigorated him, driving him to move faster, pulsing back and forth, crushing his hips against Shito's. The boy was trembling beneath him, but every now and again his hips would buck upwards to greet his on-comings. Touhou smiled licking at the salty sweat forming on the zombie's chest.
"Hnn….you are wonderful, Shito-sama." Touhou breathed tasting him once again.
Shito closed his eyes. No, this wasn't right. Why couldn't he stop? He didn't want to do this! No, he had to fight Touhou off. But how? His body wasn't moving as he wanted. Touhou's fingers carefully found their way to Shito's entrance teasing the virgin muscles. Shito's eyes widened in horror. His mind fought to control his body and he managed a jerk but nothing more. If anything it only made it worse. Touhou pushed two fingers inside. This couldn't be happening. He had to stop it but if his body wouldn't move then how? Wait…maybe one thing would work…but Shito couldn't bear to say it. It would only cause him more pain. A third finger forced inside, stretching and teasing the muscles deep inside. Shito had to stop this now before it went any further. He knew what the consequences might be but at this point he didn't care. He arched back and opened his mouth to cry out the one word that would stop Touhou, dead.
"A-Akatsuki!"