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Silver and cold
"…. Cause if it's coming for you
Then it's coming for me
But I will be there
Cuz we need each other in the dark
And if it's panicking you
Then it's panicking me
But I will be there
So we've got each other in the dark…"
DJ Tiesto- In The Dark
Darkness follows
"Report."
"Yes, sir. Thirty Penicillin syringes, forty packs of painkilling tablets, one hundred gauze pads, fifty hypodermic needles, twenty bags of saline, two bottles of chloroform…"
"Stop… just… just stop right there…"
"What?" Ayase lifted his eyes from his notepad to meet the ever scolding gaze of Marcus's black ones. "Is there's something wrong?"
"How many tablets?"
"Huh?"
"How many tablets in each pack of painkillers? And of what type? How many litters in each bottle of chloroform? And exactly how many of the penicillin shots are still in valid?"
Ayase bit his lips and turned to his notepad again, pretending it holds an answer.
"You don't know; do you, candy-boy?" Marcus continued mercilessly "Worst still, you don't know how important it is to delve into such details. You just wonder around with your golden blond hair, and your huge blue eyes, and your tight little ass without a care in the world, do you? Matters of life and death mean nothing to you!"
"Why do you hate me so much?" Ayase asked as tears started trailing down his milky white skin.
Marcus gaped for a second, slightly taken aback, but he recovered quickly and his features returned to their severe scolding state. "Don't." his dark eyes narrowed "Don't make this about you. This is about us, the black team, and about going fucking downstairs! So count everything again and this time do it right for fuck sake!"
Ayase ran his sleeve up his face. "Yes sir." He nodded.
Marcus hummed and returned to his business which was fortunately elsewhere and just as he disappeared from sight, Zack entered the sleeping hall, now resembling a war-zone more than a dormitory for this past week, and the man was carrying three cylinders of compressed gases of some sorts. Zack was accompanied by two men of the blue team; they mingled so often with the blacks ever since the leaders decided to go downstairs together. No one knew exactly why Kanou finally accepted the Blues' as allies after refusing their constant offers for so long, but it was welcomes just as well, now that the Reds and their do bidders swore war against the Blacks.
"Just place them here… against the wall… carful now… good work, boys. Now let's get the rest of them…"
"Zack…" Ayase smiled at the handsome deputy, and Zack smiled back and ruffled his soft golden hair.
"I gotta ditch you, buddy, we've got tons and tons of equipment to move out of the storage rooms and only twelve hours to do so… Hey, sweetie, are you crying? Did Marcus give you a hard time again? That old fart… spent too many years here that he forgot how to behave around people."
"No, it is fine…" Ayase sniffed "It is really fine… I only got what I deserved for doing a crappy job anyway."
"Are you sure?" Zack's green eyes bore into his own and Ayase nodded vigorously, adding a brave smile. "Well… we are all edgy, baby; going downstairs… the anticipation is a bitch, probably worst that the fucking trip itself…" And as if to prove his point a burst of screams and shouts erupted in one far end of the dormitory. In few seconds it was escalating into a complete ruckus, kicks and punches thrown in abundance. "Will you excuse me?" Zack sighed and hurried to join the mayhem, Ayase not too far behind.
When they got there, Kanou was already on top of the situation, or to be more precise, on top of the man who had caused it. Ayase recognized him as the man who tried to take away his pillow eons ago.
The man struggled under Kaou's hold, like a wild bear, but with all his strength and might he was still no match to the Silver who knew exactly where to put the exact amount of pressure to restrain him.
"Would you calm the fuck down already?" Kanou asked the man below him, voice on the verge of boredom.
"This is a set up! You know it is a set up! This is because I didn't play nice with your candy!"
"Shut your cunt, Joe, we all drew our sticks and yours came a bit sorter… take it like a man or die like a pussy, but would you stop this useless drama already?"
"I don't want to stay at the tip!" The big man was actually whining. Kanou scanned his surrounding and recognized Zack and Ayase as new arrivals, he struggles to maintain his serious face while his gaze greeted them.
Ayase turned to Zack with yet another question "What is…."
"The tip?" Zack smiled "It is the very edge of the 950A bolt, a small cell, like a capsule, where the control panels of the downstairs systems are placed, not a pleasant shack to spend a month locked in, if you are claustrophobic or if you dislike the smell of unwashed men. "
"Tip or pit… shit or crap, it is all the same." Kanou continued. "Now calm down, Joe, you're just making an ass of yourself in front of other people"
For some reason, the big guy calmed down and started to look like he was excepting his fate. Kanou took it as a sign to lose his deadly grip and Joe got up and dusted himself up.
"What are you looking at?" He growled at Ayase. "Show's over!"
Ayase watched the man walk away, face red with rage or shame or just the aftermath of this rumble, when a soft warm hand caressed his cheek, he looked up to Kanou who was watching him. Being at the center of this man's attention felt like basking in the sun, the sun that sometime warmed but some other times scorched him, the sun… how he had missed its radiant golden rays.
"How are you?" Kanou asked and Ayase blushed to his ears.
"I'm… I'm ok… trying to be helpful as much as I… can."
"That's good; we cannot have any slackers, can we?"
"No, sir."
"Sir?" someone approached them, a nice young man Ayase knew only by his surname.
"Yes, Hall?"
The young man handed Kanou a piece of purple paper. "This came from Someya."
Kanou hummed as he read the note, it held pleasing news, the gold has accepted Gion into her team, once he comes out of the medic section, one less thing to worry about. Once read, he tore the paper into tiny pieces to scatter on the floor.
Hall looked at Kanou as if he had something else to say, but before he could voice it, someone screamed Kanou's name in panic at another area in the dormitory.
Kanou eyed Ayase, smirking; his hand reaching his pocket and fishing out the cigarette box. "The fun never ends…" he murmured as he lit up his smoke.
"Kanou, sir, come along quickly!" By the Hindu accent it must have been Hassan who called out.
"Coming…" Kanou growled to himself.
Ayase once again followed the long strides and the trail of smoke. This time Zack chose not to join, instead he started a friendly chat with Hall.
At the center of the commotion were four men, two of Hassan's men, holding down a third, forcing him to his knees, and Hassan was facing them, pale, holding a piece of equipment in his hands.
"What's going on?" Kanou asked with a slight tinge of amusement, standing next to Hassan, still smoking his cigarette.
"This is a complete disaster!" Hassan roared "And at the worst timing too, just before going downstairs. I have no idea how we can overcome this hindrance under such a short notice, I…"
"Hassan!" Kanou stop the mumbling man. "What the fuck's going on?"
"Look, just take one look at this…"
Hassan handed the piece of equipment to Kanou; and though Ayase had no idea what they were all looking at, Kanou's brow frowned. He threw the butt away and glared at the man forced to kneel down.
"How many of them?"
"60% of all the filters!" Hassan spat out "This shit of a man sold our carbon filters and replaced them with expired ones."
"It wasn't me, I swear to god!" the man on the floor pleaded, struggling in the arms of his captors.
"It was you indeed, you worthless maggot!" Hassan shouted at him. "I gave you the credit to buy the emergency masks, 250 group credit points I gave you only yesterday, and today you have 200 extra credit points in your personal account. Can you explain that? Can you explain the expired filters?" Hassan lashed at him, choking in his anger.
"Kanou, sir… I beg you…" the accused man pleaded with tears. "I did nothing!"
Kanou ignored him, facing Hassan instead "Show me."
"Bring the tablet." Hassan asked another of his men.
Kanou looked at the numbers on screen and his frown deepened. "Hassan is right, and we do have a real problem here…"
"We will never get new filters in time…" Hassn moaned.
"We will." Kanou calmly corrected him and turned to look at the traitorous teammate. "Do you have any alternative explanation to what happened here?"
The inmate shivered and trembled under his gaze. "It was a… mistake? A funny computer error?"
"Lame." Kanou concluded, extracting a dagger out of his sheath.
Funny thing, Ayase always noted that thing hanging down from Kanou's belt but he never gave it his full attention.
"Please…" the traitor wiggled under the hold of his detainers, but he was an old weak man and was no match for them.
"You know the penalty of treason." Kanou approached the kneeling man with the blade. "You leave me no choice."
It was so very swift, Ayase remembered after wakening up, Kanou grabbed the man by his hair, and slit his throat with one efficient strike. Blood poured out the man's body accompanied by disgusting gurgling sounds, and he fell face down into his own pool of blood, the rest was darkness.
oOOo
"Here, drink this." A soft voice coaxed him into consciousness. Ayase set up blinking, he was in bed, Kanou's bed, under their blankets, but Kanou was nowhere to be seen, and the young man before him, smiling at him and offering him a drink was…
"Hall?"
"No brain damage, good, now drink."
Ayase nodded with gratitude and reached out for the offered cup, the liquid was transparent but the smell was strong, not water then. The boy downed the liquor with just one gulp, and it burned all the way down his throat, through his chest and to his belly.
"Oh god, what was that?" Ayase asked, coughing.
"Spirit, we usually clean the toilets with it." Hall answered with a charming smile.
"Oh god… why am I here? Why are you here?"
"You're here because you passed out, I'm here to look after you since Zack is really busily and he asked me really nicely."
"Oh god!" Ayase remembered everything all of a sudden. He just saw a man butchered, he just saw Kanou kill someone in cold blood.
Hall saw the horror in Ayase's eyes and his smile turned into a sad one. "Take it easy, it is your first time, but it would probably not be your last."
"Kanou…he… he"
"Killed a man, yes… sometimes he kills, that's what leaders do." Hall sighed softly "So we won't have to…" he added under his breath.
"I don't understand why did he killed him, was there no other way to… to solve it in a civilized manner?"
Hall sneered, his handsome face distorted with mockery. "Civilized way… Ayase, dear, we are far far away from civilization here on 950A… and if you have some sense of order a delusion of structure it is only because of those goddamn robots. Tomorrow, when we are hundreds of kilometers deep in the guts of this rock, you'll learn that we are all alone, in the wild, at the mercy of nature. You will learn what it means to have a strong leader such as Kanou who is the only one between us and the abyss. I was here before Kanou, I know."
Ayase gazed at Hall, breathing deeply. It was a strange thing, prison, you can pass a guy every morning for years without sharing one single word and suddenly one random day, he shows his bleeding heart to you.
Hall needed to talk, and Ayase wanted to listen.
"My mum and dad were both copper, plain old boring citizens, genetic engineers. They had access to the most advanced genes, experimental ones that even the gold did not have. They got tempted, they stole some and they made me… up to this day I have no idea what kinds of qualities I have that others don't, I guess that without the proper training even the most exquisite genes are useless. To make a long story short, my parents were caught and executed. I was fifteen at the time, and I was supposed to share the same fate, but a judge decided to send me here as a candy instead."
"You? Candy?" Ayase gasped, after all this guy was one of Kanou's top men, sharing the most dangerous tasks with the elite of the black team, but looking at Hall with a new, scrutinizing gaze he could understand it. The man had a smooth pale complexion, a mop of silky chestnut hair, and his eyes were a beautiful shade of amber, adorned with thick long eyelashes. He must have been breathtaking when he was a youth.
"I was a candy, yes… of the black team, when it was ruled by a group of goons."
"Marcus spoke of them too. So you were their candy? What was it like? Where they cruel to you? Were you taken by one or…"
Hall shook his head smiling. "No questions! You distract me, little boy, I was heading somewhere… I know I had a point to… Yes, ok… Kanou took over the group and changed it, he freed me and Marcus and so many others… so before you pass judgment upon him, have this in mind- he kills to save life, not for pleasure as some do."
"The ones that had you… are they all dead?"
"All but one, an old bugger at the red team."
"And you've stopped being a candy after that?"
"Yes I did… well… sometimes I let Zack have his way with me, but it is freely given with mutual enjoyment."
"Ho…"
"Alright now…" Hall smiled again "Sorry if I came up too strong. I must get going, loads to do." The young man got up and was about to leave when Ayase stopped him, by grabbing his shirt.
"Hall…"
"No, Ayase, don't get up. You are to rest, doctor's orders. See you later." He gently released the boy's hold and was heading to the curtains.
"Hall!" Ayase pleaded and while sighing, Hall turned back to face him.
"Yes…?"
"What is your given name?"
Hall blushed all of a sudden, but smiled still. "Bailey."
"Yukiya, my given name is Yukiya."
"Nice to meet you, Yukiya."
"You too, Bailey."
oOOo
Kanou came back to their bed few hours after lights out. Ayase has already learned to recognize the man by the sound of his steps, his silhouette upon the curtains, his scent of smoke and musk.
Kanou entered without a word; hand reaching the drawer of the nightstand to fetch the bottle of lube, Ayase watched him in silence as he opened the cap to pour the scented oil on the palm of his colossal hand while his other hand reaching his zipper to release the equally colossal cock from his pants.
At his safe hideout in the burrow of blankets, the boy watched the man as he patiently and thoroughly smeared the lube on his erection; it was indeed a sight to behold, and fear. Once Kanou was done, his attention turned to the boy on his bed, stern face softens with a smile and black eyes burn with purpose.
Ayase needed no instructions, he slithered away from the blankets, lowering his pants to his knees, and kicking them away then obediently rolling over on his belly.
His submission earned him a deep hum of content, as Kanou's hungry gaze devoured the sight of his perfect mounds of flesh, pale and flawless; Ayase spread his legs as far as the bed allowed him, smirking victories as Kanou choked on his breath.
The man soon mounted him; his heavy body pressed him into the mattress, his massive thighs spreading him even further, and his strong arms anchoring him down.
The first penetration always came with a pang of pain, to be expected when such a large, thick manhood pressing its way into a small, tight opening, but Ayase knew his body well enough already to trust it to adjust and take in whatever Kanou had to offer.
Kanou was a rough and coarse man, but even he knew to wait and give Ayase the much needed pause for him to relax and accept his intrusion, but once he realized he was well received, he became relentless, thrusting hard and deep, faster and faster all the time.
Ayase concentrated on breathing, trying to stay lax and pliant as Kanou's heavy member rammed into him, again and again, breaching his anus and filling his ass over and over again in waves, and the pleasure was build inside him whether he welcomed it or not.
Kanou's hand reached under his belly, to cup his dripping cock, adding to the pleasure he was already receiving from behind.
With Kanou's strong, hard thrusts and his squishing hand Ayase had no choice but to whimper and come, soiling Kanou's fist and his own thighs.
Kanou fucked him through his climax, and planted a soft kiss on his damp nape, but still searching his own release, he continued his relentless pace, cock in and out of tight hole, until orgasm found him as well, and he spent himself deep inside the wet and hot flesh of the boy's channel.
They lingered for a few moments, spent, panting, connected still, until Kanou howled softly with satisfaction, pulled out and rolled away from the boy, laughing quietly.
Ayase eyed him for a while, fearing the man had lost his sanity, but Kanou returned the gaze this amusement and sent his hand to ruffle the already messy golden hair.
"Thank you." Kanou whispered, smiling, still catching his breath. "I really needed a good fuck at the end of this shitty day."
Ayase sighed, a memory returning to him, of Kanou's knife running through a man's throat smooth as butter, and the blood, so much blood that followed. He turned on his back, gazing at the ceiling, it resembled the ceiling of a cave he once visited with fellow students, only more metal than rock.
"Glad to be of service." Ayase whispered not meaning to be heard, but Kanou heard him still and his smile turned into a frown.
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you."
"But it is the truth, is it? I know what I'm good for, I know what the men see when they look at me, they don't see the person I am, for everyone here, you included, I'm just a boy-cunt, begging to be fucked."
Kanou turned to his side, to have a better look at his candy, to see the fresh tears in his eyes.
Ayase sniffled and continued "They all wish you out of their way so they could have my ass to themselves, all of them, even Zack, I think… but not Marcus, no, he's too old for fucking so he just find me completely useless,"
"You're not useless… just… misplaced."
Ayase smiled at the tenderness of Kanou's voice. "Maybe back at home… I was going to finish my studies and find a job, but even then, I got hit by men, even straight men, because of my looks."
"Do you prefer women?"
"Women? No! No… I guess I prefer to be left alone. Not a possibility on this hellish rock."
"On this rock, they leave men to die. Some of them are rapists and murderers, some of them are scum yes, but few are good, honorable men that rebelled against the system and were brought here to rot as well." Kanou spoke with sorrow. "Marcus is one of them, his only crime was to challenge the system, refusing to work for the union anymore, he wanted to come out to the press and reveal what was going on at Lead and Iron types of worlds, but they came for him at night, killing his wife and daughter, sending him to 950A to die along with his secrets."
Ayase gasped "I didn't know."
"Because you didn't ask. Zack's story is no better, Hall's…"
"I know Hall's."
Kanou viewed him with a smile and reached for the nightstand, this time for his smokes. "And I know each and every fucking sob story of each and every fucking inmate of the black team, yours included. You know why? Because I am their leader, I am the one who's supposed to keep them from falling apart, and glue them back together after they do, so we could all function and survive this shitty place as a team." Kanou lit up a cigarette and sucked the smoke eagerly in. "Now, look at me and tell me what you see." He commanded Ayase with a smirk.
Ayase set up and stared at this man, this warrior, with his heavy built and broad muscles, flesh scared with past injuries but strong and hard as marble.
"I see… I see someone strong, strong enough to keep me safe and give me protection,."
"Can't see a person there either… You only seek what I can provide you with." Kanou smirked still, and why is this so different from what men see in you, my sweet candy?"
"You're wrong, it is different." Ayase hissed, pouting. "It's nothing alike, our situation. You rule this place, while I depend on you to merely survive. People see you as a leader, I'm nothing but a toy… used only of sex."
"Don't underestimate sex, Ayase" Kanou answered with deep contemplative voice. "Sex is vital here, a small drop of tenderness in this sea of hell. What can a man expect here but boredom and hardship and death? To be able to hold someone, even for just one night, to fuck into something other than your own fist… People fight hard for candies here, they even die sometimes."
After Kanou was done talking, of a few moments they lingered in silence, nothing but the low sounds of the sizzling cigarette fire to disturb it.
"I never thought of this… this way." Ayase admitted after a while, Kanou smiled finishing his smoke, but instead of crushing the butt into the wall like he always did, he just let it wither away.
"One day, soon enough, I'll lose my power to protect you. Injury, illness, going fucking out of my mind like Elrick, whatever, and I'll be taken down like a rabid animal, and some other guy will be the leader of the black team. The cunts wouldn't even remember my name… You'll find another to replace me with the blink of an eye, so rest easy Ayase, the power of your boy-cunt is stronger than you think."
Astound, Ayase was left again with no words for a long while, and Kanou, too tired to wait for a replay started to fix the blankets around them.
"Turn off the flashlight please." Kanou asked Ayase who was much closer to it, and a sigh of pleasure left his lips as he rested his head on the pillows.
Ayase did as asked and sent their small space into darkness. The rest of the dormitory was as dark, and so silent. No games tonight, or fights, or sex, all the inmates were saving their strength for tomorrow's plunge.
"Kanou…"
"Go to sleep, already…" the man murmured and turned away from the boy.
"Kanou…" Ayase insisted, pressing his face to the broad back.
"What?"
"What is it like there? Downstairs?"
"You only have to wait until tomorrow to get your answer."
"I know… but…"
"It is cold, and deep, and sharp, and mostly unforgiving, but don't worry, stay by my side and stay alive."
"Kanou…"
"Fuck… what?" he turned to face his irritating candy.
Ayase smiled shyly and claimed his lips with a soft kiss.
"What was that for?" Kanou asked in a whisper after Ayase receded.
"Nothing, go to sleep."
oOOo
TBC
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