Author's Note: Well it seems that my updates have slowed down a bit but I'm still planning on finishing this story. Life just gets crazy so we can't do everything we want all the time. Thank you for sticking with me through the story so far. Reviews would be greatly appreciated as they help me to better my writing. Thank you.
Shiba lay on his back, one arm behind his head. A calm, serene smile on his face as he gently stroked Chika's hair. He was completely aware of the camera in the room and he didn't mind it. In fact he rather enjoyed having it there. He could have a permanent record of what went on in the room. It had been his idea to send the photo via email to Touhou. The man didn't seem to know how to completely destroy Shito's emotions. As in the photo sent to Shito, Chika was laying on Shiba's chest, his arms tucked underneath him. He'd been deep asleep for a few hours now and probably wasn't aware of the position he was in. Despite his constant rejection, even in sleep Chika couldn't help but cling to warmth. Shiba realized this and thus chose the thin Yukata for his wardrobe. Shiba didn't mind the cold but he knew Chika hated it. So at least when he was sleeping, he would subconsciously come to Shiba for the comfort he was being denied. Though, giving him a drug to help him sleep was probably part of the reason he was laying so…close.
"My little Chika. To hold you like this is just wonderful." Shiba whispered petting the younger zombie's hair once again. He moved his other hand to gently rub the boy's back in a soothing manner. He knew if Chika were awake he'd be fighting him, so he took what time he could to have his tender fantasy. He hadn't realized how frail Chika could look until he'd taken him. His small shivering body looked as though it would have fallen to pieces.
Now a day and a half later, Shiba still thought of him as frail. So easily wounded and stained in blood. He found the crimson color beautiful against the pale skin. But that gash across his chest, Shiba hated it. It had come from another. A filthy soul-less zombie. It angered him actually. He hadn't had the chance to take Chika at his full strength. It was a pity really, the boy hadn't stood a chance. Ah but there would always be another chance. He'd have the exorcist the Xu Fu had left to help speed the healing along. Then he would be able to fully enjoy his time with his precious little toy.
Shiba looked down feeling Chika move slightly. He moved his arm to hold his waist and his hand rested firmly on the messy silver and black hair. He smiled prepared to hold him to his chest and let him realize what he'd been doing for the past few hours. Chika stirred again, finding he couldn't roll over. He made a small frustrated noise and tried again. Shiba couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable little squeak. Chika's eyes flew open and he jerked trying to move himself. Shiba held him firmly chuckling again.
"S-shiba!" Chika said in surprise. "Let go of me!"
"Hmm….no. I don't think I will just yet. I was rather enjoying our cuddling." Shiba smiled slipping his hand lower gracing over Chika's bottom. "So cute when you're sleeping."
"Stop that!" Chika squirmed trying to release from the other's hands. "Don't touch me there!"
"Oh? And where should I touch you?" Shiba asked, amused. He slowly crept his hand around Chika's hip bone and started to slide it underneath.
"NO!" Chika gasped, eyes widening. He jerked on his head again, finding Shiba held him tightly against his chest. He grunted trying to push himself off, his arms shaking. His eyes widened further as he noticed the smooth skin beneath him. "W-where's your shirt?"
Shiba chuckled and shifted rolling to pin Chika's body beneath him. The boy protested trying to kick at the larger male. Shiba easily pushed the flailing legs beneath him, pinning Chika's hips down with his weight. "I'm missing more than just my shirt." The fake shinigami smirked, sliding one bare leg inside the loose folds of Chika's Yukata. The silver-haired zombie gasped and squirmed beneath him.
"You're naked? Get off me!" Chika cried out. He shifted freeing one hand and moved to punch the other. Shiba caught his fist and wrenched it above his head. "Ack! Let me go!" Chika jerked.
Shiba pulled the boy's other hand above his head and then held both of Chika's wrists in one hand, making sure he couldn't hit him. "Now, if you hit me. I will punish you." Shiba said licking the boy's face. "If you do as I ask of you, I will reward you." Shiba moved down and sucked a spot just under Chika's jaw. The younger male clenched his teeth swallowing hard.
"Y-you're sick." He managed to say. He hated the feeling Shiba was bringing to him. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks making them pink to the sight. It was disgusting and he hated it. He swallowed hard a shiver moving through his body. "Stop that." He said.
Shiba leaned up, his face hovering over Chika's. "You don't have the right to tell me what to do, my little Chika." Shiba slid his free hand down the other's stomach eliciting more protests and another shiver. "I own your body now. I laid my seed deep within you planting my claim to your body." Shiba rested his hand on Chika's bare hip. The heat making the rest of his body feel chilled.
Chika shivered again, tugging on his hands to free them. "You don't own me…bastard." Chika glared at Shiba. He refused to acknowledge him as any sort of friend any longer. Shiba was his enemy. He had to keep fighting him no matter what happened. He gasped feeling Shiba's long slender fingers move further downward onto his thigh. "Get your hand off me!" Chika bucked in an attempt to throw him off.
Shiba held his grip firm and moved his hand slowly towards the inside of Chika's thigh and back up taking hold of his member. He held it in his grasp but didn't move to excite it. "I own your body, Chika. I can make it do whatever I please. Your mind is a different matter but eventually….you will come to realize."
Chika gritted his teeth together remaining still. He didn't want any sort of excitement going on down there and he certainly didn't want to let Shiba be the one to excite him. Where the hell was Shito? He should have been breaking down that door the moment he saw that he was gone. The blood on his bed sheets would have given him a clue that something happened. So why wasn't Shito here yet? Didn't he hear him screaming his name as Shiba dragged him passed? He was right there. So close, just separated by a door. So why the hell hadn't he come to save him?
Shiba seemed to sense Chika's thoughts and released his member, sliding his hand back up and resting a moment on his chest. "My little Chika, I'll let you rest more while I run some errands. Please be nice? This place is very expensive." Shiba kissed him, licking his lips then moved from the bed. Chika instantly pulled the blankets tightly around himself covering his face. It was bad enough that he had to feel Shiba's naked body pressed against him. He didn't want to have to see the disgusting figure too. He could hear Shiba moving about the room but didn't dare to pull his head from the blankets. He just wanted him gone so he could have some time alone. He felt Shiba lean over him and tug at the blankets.
"Chika let me in, please." Shiba said. He tugged at the blankets again. "If you don't I will punish you."
Slowly Chika peeked out, eyes glaring. "I hate you." He said simply.
Shiba laughed quietly and pulled it down more leaving a kiss on the boy's forehead. "I'll be back in a few hours my darling. Behave yourself." Shiba stood and walked towards the door. "Bye-bye!" He walked out latching the door tightly behind him.
Chika heard two locks slide into place then the retreating footsteps as Shiba left the area. He relaxed laying back down on the bed. It was soft and a comfort to his still aching body. He hated Shiba. He hated the men that helped him. He even hated himself. How could he have let this happen? He'd been too weak to fight Shiba off. He hadn't used to be that way. Though he'd been injured but still…Shiba seemed to be a lot stronger. No, he was a lot stronger. Was he a zombie like Chika? No, that didn't make any sense. He'd seen Shiba taken by the Shinigami. He'd been reaped. He wasn't supposed to be able to come back. So how had he? And why? Chika shuddered curling up best he could without stressing his wound. Why had he come to Chika and one the things he did? Why was no one at home when it happened? Why had no one come to help him? Why had he been abandoned in his time of need? Even Shito was gone. He wouldn't have left him to sleep all day. He should have come to wake him. So why didn't he? Shito was supposed to be his partner and his friend. So where was he when Chika needed him the most?
Chika swallowed feeling abandonment swirl around him. He had never felt so alone. Not since the day his mother never came home. He'd tried so hard to forget that memory but the way he was now only drew it up again, full force. It was like the wind had been knocked out of him. He'd once again been abandoned by those who were supposed to be there. He was left alone to fight the world he was too weak to resist. A tear somehow made its way down the shaken zombie's face. Chika swallowed again a silent sob wracking his entire body. He didn't want to cry. He refused to cry. He had to take care of himself once again. He had to keep up his strength for when the time revealed itself. He took in a deep breath. He was still too tired to get up and do anything. He had to sleep off whatever drug Shiba had given him. The image of Shito flashed into his memory as his eyes closed.
"Shito…." His voice wavered. "Why didn't you come?" Another tear forced itself down Chika's face. He lay there in silence until sleep finally overcame him. The image of Shito's back turned to him, burned into his memory.