Author's note: Hey guys. :( I'm so sorry for the late update. My life is still a bit topsy turvy for me, emotionally speaking. I'm in therapy, maybe I haven't talked about that in my previous update. But it's a lot for me to go through with my abusive partner and recovering from such a terrible thing. I'm thinking, instead of writing updates that are 10k+ words long, to just try to clock in 5k-ish every week so as to not overwhelm myself too much. It means shorter updates, but at least they will come in on time every week instead of me disappearing for 2-3 weeks at a time, you know? I hope you guys understand.
Someone mentioned a mistake I made about the gym shorts thing from last chapter, soo... I'm gonna totally fix that, lol. Thanks for the heads up!
Enjoy! This chapter is pretty dark, so just a warning.
"I want to hold you close
Soft breaths, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear:
I want to fucking tear you apart."
- She Wants Revenge
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"Welcome."
I readjust my eyes to the bright light. I look at the big window next to me as Soujiro presses a button on his phone to release the shutters. All around me, I realize just how much bigger his mansion appears during the day than it did that night of the party. The colors are professionally painted to a soft cream, with dark chocolate borders for a posh appearance. There are painted portraits hanging on the walls, no doubt very costly and foreign in its design; paintings hailing from Europe, South Asia, and West Africa. I wonder how many times a year Soujiro and his father spend traveling together overseas. Carefully placed potted exotic plants and marble statues, along with sleek upscale furniture dotting all over the dark cypress flooring, makes for a gorgeous home. A rich home. A glamorous home. This is a whole other world for me. The windows are vast and large, showing the distant hills and majestic trees. This mansion actually sits next to a large forest, perfect for hiking and running. The air is clean with oil glass diffusers that sit on a table here and there. There is a rotating stair case that leads upstairs to another level, which I believe is where Soujiro's bedroom lies.
Bedroom.
A pulse hits my groin area, and I bite my tongue.
"Shall I get you something to drink?" Soujiro purrs flirtatiously, walking up towards me to swipe his finger under my chin to admire my face up close, "Sherry perhaps?"
"We can't drink, that's illegal." I speak in a sarcastic tone, and thankfully, Soujiro caught the joke. He winks at me and turns around to head towards the expansive kitchen in the next room over. That's where he confronted me that night, that lead up to that situation in his backyard. I scoff quietly to myself, still not believing that that even happened. Who would've thought? While I glance over the hung paintings, Soujiro promptly returns with our glasses of sherry and hands me one. He taps his glass against my own for a tiny cheer before downing it all down like a champ. I could only gape at him in shock. He sighs in satisfaction, and could only giggle at my expression. I shake my head slowly, "Amazing."
"Yes, I am." Soujiro chuckles airily, "Well go on, then, drink up. It's imported. Really tasty."
"Down the hatchet it goes!" I exclaim before taking a swing, drinking the entire sweetness in just one gulp. I also sigh in satisfaction, happily quenched. He giggles at my dorkiness and then takes our wine glasses back to set them aside on a small table next to us. I wonder where his father is right about now. Maybe he's at work? Gotta keep an eye on the entire operation with an iron fist, I suppose. Speaking of which, are there any butlers or maids hanging around here right now? What if they see us? I expose my surprise as soon as Soujiro takes a step towards me to erase any gap between us, "Hey um.. Where is everyone?"
"My father? He's on a business trip in Taiwan. He'll be gone all of this weekend. And I gave the cleaning team and our butler the weekend off. I know how to pick up after myself." He wraps his arms around my neck, boring his eyes into mines, "Let's go upstairs. I have some things to show you."
"I think I have an idea of what they are.." I hear myself whispering in a dark, guttural tone, kissing his lips hungrily. Frankly, I am shocked to be so into this arrangement, and so quickly too. I wonder if I was always secretly attracted to the angel-faced brunet. He moans under his throat as we tongue wrestle for a bit, trying to claim the winning throne. I think I'm really going to enjoy what today will have in store for me. Uncommitted sex and needed information for my investigation? Maybe something's gotta give, but for now, I'm going to have some fun with this. Why the fuck not, right?
I try to break the kiss, but Soujiro wouldn't have it. My mouth is attacked with his, the kiss even deeper and faster than the last. My entire body comes to life with a burning desire. My knees could not sustain the intensity of Soujiro's passion, and I almost get knocked over and land on the couch. Right on my back. Soujiro's making out with me and zipping my leather jacket open. Hardening already, I just let him undress me hurriedly while I watch in amusement. The usually cool headed Soujiro that I witness during school is a lot different than the Soujiro who's in heat. I chuckle to myself at that joke and he hums with a smile, silently asking me what's so funny. I only answer with a chaste peck on his bottom lip.
"Follow me." Soujiro whispers lustfully, unbuttoning his long sleeved plaid flannel shirt to reveal creamy skin, my eyes drinking its ivory smoothness. I carefully stand from the couch to follow him as he walks backward. Once he reaches the beginning of the twirling stairwell, he turns around to walk up, and I come up behind him as well. Right before he reaches the top, I hurry up from behind him to start kissing his neck, my boner poking against his lower back. I can't get enough of him. I don't even understand what's going on with my body whenever he's around to tempt me. And I hate that it's hard to say no to his face when it does happen.
But I want him.
I fucking crave him.
We crash through his bedroom and nearly smashing his door knob against the wall, furiously making out with each other meanwhile. I grab the back of his flannel from behind to pull it off of him, and he helps himself off of it while I work on my own jacket off of me. As soon as I pull down and step out of my jeans, I look up in time to seeing Soujiro in just his boxers. He sits on the edge of his massive bed, slipping through the canopy sheets so that he looks gaseous from behind them. I remove my own underwear, the room dim from the closed windows. I step towards the bed cautiously. I'm convinced he'll shoot a fucking hand out and grab my ass into oblivion. I bite on my lower lip in anticipation, pushing my hand into the long drapes to separate them. And in that gap, I see Soujiro lying on his back, smiling modestly in spite of his nudity. I crawl towards him and my heart wants to push out from my chest. I'm nervous and I'm ready to tear him apart.
Can a person so different from yourself share the same heart beat as you do?
He sits up in time to meet my lips with his. I let him take the reign, busying myself with trying to get rid of his boxer shorts meanwhile. My dick couldn't be harder even if it tried. I can't believe I'm about to do this. I can't believe Soujiro has me by the throat like this. I just can't fucking believe any of this. I wonder if maybe fucking him once or twice will remove the novelty of it all.. and I could then move on and not be so enticed by his sexuality anymore. It's not like anybody has to know. It's our business. Now that we're both completely in the nude, I lean back to break the kiss and take a look of his entire body. When I said before that he looks surprisingly svelte, I really meant it. Long sinewy arms and a perfectly flat stomach, his hips curving just ever so slightly to suggest a hint of femininity. His skin is a cool milky color, though there is now color on his cheeks. Every single thing about him seems fragile. Tantalizing.
I breathe him in, feeling my irises shrinking and expanding with the state of my arousal deepening. I know it's been stated many times before, both by me and by other people, but Soujiro truly is a piece of art all on his own. His breathing sounds shallow as he lets me scan over his face and body, up and down, with painfully long strokes. Finally, unable to wait anymore, he starts to stroke my hair that falls over my shoulder. I lean in to resume making out, draping my body on his. He mewls weakly by the bodily contact. I can't wait till I get to hear how he sounds as I fuck him for real.
Was I always like one of those people?
"Kenshin.." He whimpers as soon as I take his neck in my grasp.
Was I always like those strange men on the streets?
"Kenshin..!"
Am I just like Soujiro?
A homosexual?
I blink at the sound of chocked sounds and I look down to see Soujiro nearly blue in the face. I let go of him and sit back, scooting away from him, disturbed. What was I doing? Was I.. Was I chocking him? Am I hurting him? But why would I do that for? Soujiro sits up, coughing. I can only look on with a sickness in my stomach. Am I really going to have sex with him? Am I going to accept what is going to happen during and afterwards? Am I even ready to face this deep and dark truth about myself? I have never been attracted to another man before. All my life, it was just casual flitting from one woman to the next. I felt something strongly for Tomoe, and even feel something for Kaoru right now.. But with Soujiro, it's different. It feels more raw. Passionate. Like I want to devour him whole, and let his blood mingle within my muscles from the inside of my body. Craving him wouldn't even scratch the surface.
I want to fuse with him.
"I'm.. I'm sorry, Soujiro, I.." I scramble for any words I can come up with, blushing.
He pants cautiously, eyeing me carefully, "It's okay. Really. I just wonder what has gotten into you.."
"We should stop before I end up doing something that could hurt you―" I turn around before I feel myself being forced back into bed with him, "―Let go!"
"I actually liked it."
My eyes snap open and I look up, seeing him peering into my eyes while his head hang over mines. He smiles, his blue eyes full of mirth. What? He liked it when I was chocking him? Okay, this is getting too crazy for me now. But Soujiro wouldn't have any of my bullshit, such as when I try to move and he just simply pins my shoulders against the bed. I glower in a rage but he just chuckles bemusedly. Then he leans in to slide his silky tongue back inside my mouth, and soon, I couldn't hold back from enjoying the heat. Fuck it, but he's a great kisser. I kiss him back for a few minutes before I can feel him climbing towards my bottom half of my body. He leans on his elbows in between my legs, grabbing my cock and immediately starts to lick it. My breath hitches and I blush deeper.
"Fuck."
"Maybe if you like how good I am at sucking your cock, I could compliment on how good you are at chocking me." He sighs provocatively against my shaft, feeling his warm breath on my skin. A chill runs up my spine, "What do you say?"
"Soujiro, not like that, I'll.." I toss my head back with a sharp intake of my breath, just as Soujiro tickles the slit of my sex with the tip of his tongue, "I'll..!"
He stops doing that, cocking his head to the side with a chuckle, "What? Cum?"
My wide eyes study the ceiling above me. That's right. If he keeps doing that, I'll cum. Which means I like it. Which means I might be gay. Which means a lot of shit going down in my life. Like losing my friends. Like gaining more trouble in school by Shishio and his gang. Like having the teachers look at me with even more disgust than they do now. Like having Hiko go back to drinking hardcore because his only son likes other men. It could cause so many chain reactions that it would ruin my life as I know it. Soujiro waits for my reply patiently, casually sliding his tongue on the sides of my length. My eyes flutter in pleasure at that, electricity springing up my spine. I hate this. But I love it, too. I'm so scared of what'll happen if I cum.
My body doesn't wait for me, though. After a few maddening minutes of Soujiro sucking and swallowing my cock nearly down his throat, I clutch on the bed sheets as a strong sensation pulls my lower torso. I bite down a yelp with my fist as I cum, Soujiro happily accepting it with his delicate mouth meanwhile. It felt like two or three hot minutes of the pleasure coursing through me before my heart rate climbs done along with my breathing. I let go of the bed sheets and can feel Soujiro hovering over me to kiss the bride of my nose gently, and.. I hate to admit it, but that felt really nice to receive such affection from him. He told me he loved me back at the house party, and that little kiss seemed to have made the statement concrete. He nuzzles my cheek with his cheek, draping his body over mines and runs his perfectly trimmed nails along my arm. I wrap his body with my other arm to have him closer to me, sighing contently.
"I shouldn't have made you cum so quickly. I want you to fuck me." Soujiro whispers and my heart starts to race again.
"And.." My tongue clicks, careful to choose the next few words, "You are sure that we are.. alone in this house, right?"
He giggles at my cute naivety, "Of course. Like I said, my dad is away on a business trip and won't be back until Monday night. I made all of the cleaning team members go for the weekend. I haven't made any social plans with anyone for the weekend, and I was hoping that.."
His fingernails lit my arm on fire as he drags them a bit harder this time.
".. That you would like to spend time with me this weekend."
I blink rapidly a few times, frowning, "You mean, like.. like sleep over here?"
"Mmhmm.." Soujiro rubs his cheek against my face again with a purr.
"I'll have to.. text Hiko.. and the guys so that they don't freak out.. but then that just leaves me with not having any clothes.." My lips thin at these thoughts, and all the while Soujiro is damn near clawing me with his fingers which invokes a very queer pleasurable sensation. I couldn't get the next sentence in without a few pauses of breathing deeper each time, ".. I mean.. I guess.. I guess.. We could.. This weekend.."
"Good. Don't you worry about anything, Kenshin," Soujiro breathes into my ear softly, tonguing the out shell, "I'll take good care of you. I promise."
I grunt, enjoying the way Soujiro magically makes me hard again with just a few simple words. At the sight of my enlargement, Soujiro sits up promptly to climb out of the bed to get something from his bed table. He suddenly lunges a big black box onto the bed, surprising me with its impressive weight despite its appearance. Seemingly out of nowhere, Soujiro takes a ring of keys and works on its lock as I watch intently in curiosity. What's in the box, I wonder? My question is answered with just a simple click of the lock opening, and him lifting the lid up. In the box lies every kind of sex toy you could think of. Handcuffs. Blindfolds. Gagballs. Dildos and vibrators. And so much more.
"Holy shit.." I exhale as I sit on my elbows to start ruminating my hand through the box, feeling my cheeks flushed, "You keep all of this in your room?"
"Yup." Soujiro smiles with tranquility, "Have a look around, you'll find something you will like."
I grab a long chained pair of handcuffs from the box, my cheeks flushing harder. I'm at a loss for words. I can't believe he would keep something like this. Does this mean that Soujiro goes around fucking people as long as his dad goes away on his business trips? There is no doubt about it; with a big mansion like this, his father has to keep very busy in order for his wealth and success to continue to grow. Which could only mean frequent business travels. Which also leaves plenty of opportunities for Soujiro to act out in peace. Like that crazy house party. I was shocked to find this place so sparkling clean afterward. I bet this guy overworks the cleaning squad with his bullshit. At that thought, my arousal fades away a little, and a certain kind of anger takes over instead.
"Hey.. Are you okay?" Soujiro leans in to try to touch my face, but I turn away briskly to keep my distance.
"It's just bullshit. Do you like to just do whatever the fuck you please just because you're rich?"
Silence.
I look back at him infurtitally, "Well?"
He just looks down at his palms that grasps his thighs, sitting on his kneecaps now. He isn't sure of how to answer. I hesitate, wondering if I'm being too much of a dick. But then there are other questions that needed answering. Like where he got all of this stuff. There's lots of seedy sex stores around here, but he must've gotten these from back home in Tokyo. I slide the handcuffs back in and take something else out; it appears almost like the handcuffs, with long chains and all of that, but where the handcuffs would be, are instead replaced by these pinchers. I blink, rotating these things in my fingers to inspect closely. Soujiro shifts his weight and comes closer, carefully so as to not surprise me, and he places his hand on mines that are holding the toy. I look at him. He looks back at me.
"I'm a bad person, Kenshin." Soujiro's eyes are misty, "Please. You have to punish me. It's the only way."
My eyes widen, grunting. What the fuck?
"W-what? You're not.. a bad person, Soujiro.." My voice loses its strength when I feel him dragging his finger along side of my shaft absent mindedly, ".. Hnn..!"
"Please.." He whispers in a sharper voice, nearing his face into my hair so as to prob his tongue inside my ear again, his breath hot and moist against my eardrum, "I want you to hurt me. Hurt me like I know you've always wanted to since day one."
His breathing. His low moans. His tongue. His hand on my sex. It's all too much. I couldn't help myself. Without thinking, I take these clamps right on his nipples, which made him flinch with an acute cry. My eyes snap open, shocked at my grotesque action, and then looking down at the damage I've done. The skin around his pink nipples are already bruised to a gruesome shade of purple. Jesus, how strong are these clamps? I was about to go and take them off when Soujiro swiftly grabs my wrists, and all I see are two orbs of moistened sapphires. We sit like that, in that deeply disturbing area of silence, in a dim room I have never been in before, hurting my new lover like this.
What the fuck is going on?
What's happening?
And why..
Why..
...
Do I find myself liking this?
"Leave them on." Soujiro licks my bottom lip, and that did it. I press my fingers onto the clamps so that it would put even more pressure on him, making him whimper uncomfortably so. I wonder what he'd look like if he bleeds. I wonder if the color red would suit him. I take a firm grip of his chin and start making out with him, unable to stop myself from nearly shoving my tongue down his throat. And that whore takes it all happily, stroking my hard on meanwhile. I start gnawing on his pale neck while grabbing his hips to dig my fingernails into the sides forcefully. He groans, spreading his legs so that I can holster him up on my torso, "Yeah.. Fuck.."
I climb over him, tonguing the sensitive area of his pinched nipples now. He whines and moans, writhing from the pleasure. I keep my grasp on him tightly so that he doesn't have the opportunity to move from me. It's too late. The beast is out of its cage and it hungers. It craves. It wants Soujiro more than anything in the world. My tongue starts playing with the other nipple, careful so as to not unclasp the clamp on it. He meanwhile whines louder, either from pleasure or for me to quit doing that because it's all too much for him to bare. I don't care. I continue the torture.
"Hnn!" He mewls, "Please.. Kenshin.. Ha..!"
I lean close to his face just to whisper, "What's wrong? I thought this is what you wanted, you little shit."
He blushes, a first for me. Seeing it makes me grow harder. I think he's had enough already. Taking the clamps off from his bruised areas, I blow on them softly to aid their recovery somewhat. Of course, since the clamps have left them in a state of heightened sensitivity, the mere soft breaths from me leaves him groaning in pleasure and pain. I think I might like the colors purple and blue and black on him the most. It's so beautiful against his alabaster skin. Soujiro carefully sits up to retrieve something from the box of sin; a bottle of what appears to be intimate lubricant. I know I've seen it before, having had fucked other girls before and using it with condoms, but.. seeing it being held by another man is enough to feel like I've just been kicked in the stomach. Is he going to..?
"Don't worry," Soujiro smiles faintly, "I'm not going to fuck you. It's you I want to do me. Get it?"
I am surprised to find myself exhaling. Was I really just holding so much breath in? I nod, "Okay. Sure."
He chuckles, "So much enthusiasm for getting laid."
"I-it's my first.." I gulp, finding it difficult to get the saliva back down, "My first time.. with a boy."
"That's okay. I'll guide you."
For some strange reason, I find that offensive. I snort, "I don't need you to do that. I can find my way around."
"Perfect!" Soujiro flips open the cap of the lubricant and pours the clear gel into his other palm, "I'm gonna lube you up, so get ready."
"Fuck you." I roll my eyes.
"Soon, I promise." He winks and takes his gelled hand to my shaft, and I shiver from the coldness, "It'll warm up when I rub it in."
And it did. The more he pumps and rotate his hand along my length, the coolness fades away to a comfortable temperature. My breathing hitches the more he applies random bouts of pressure on all of my parts, from the base to the middle and up to my glans. It feels so fucking good. I bite my lower lip as Soujiro gets on his knees and on his hands on the bed, doggy style. I waste no time in getting behind him, the skin on my face and chest on fire from blushing so much. I grab the base of my cock to aim carefully around the rim of his opening, and expertly, Soujiro relaxes his entire body for easier access. I gulp. No saliva again. Here goes nothing. Holy shit. Holy fuck. I can't believe it's about to happen. I don't know if the butterflies in my stomach is from the terror of doing this, or the sheer excitement of having Soujiro all to myself. Was I so angry and vengeful towards him because I was secretly attracted to him this entire time? Am I really that deluded?
There's only one way to find out.
I push in.
He gasps.
One more tilt of my hip into his, and I'm all the way in.
Now I gasp.
He's so tight and warm.
Tightening my hands on the sides of his waist, I start to grind myself into him, the slick pressing heat around my cock indescribable. In just a few throats, I can hear a faltering whine and come to a shocking discovery that it came from my own lips. I know I've talked about this before, but I've fucked plenty of girls before. I've even went raw with a couple of them, too. I know what sex is supposed to feel like. But this right here, this situation of getting to fuck such a prissy rich bitch who gets everything handed to him.. and humiliating him by fucking his tight ass, is enough to make me want to cum already. In some strange twist of definitions, I feel all the more stronger the more I hear Soujiro moan and whimper pathetically into the curve of his arm.
"Uhnn, yes.." Soujiro breathes when I thrust harder this time, "Yeah.."
Now I wonder..
I wonder..
"I wonder.." I whisper to myself, "I wonder if there's something else in this box I can use on you now.."
Am I talking to myself? Or to him? Or both? Or to Satan?
I lean my body to the side slowly so as to not have me popping out from his hole, and my arm starts digging inside the box. I pull out a small vibrator that's the size and shape of a large egg. I press on a button and it goes off in a buzzing frenzy. Soujiro bites back a sob of pleasure when I start fucking his ass even harder and faster than before. I slant over him and take the vibrating egg underneath his length, paying especially close attention to his hole contracting piercingly when it reaches his glans. I roll my eyes and smirk. This feels so fucking great. I continue pressing the toy against his sensitive head and he groans harshly against the bed sheets, a sharp wave of pleasure hitting my lower body when he contracts around me again.
"Enough.. Kenshin.." He pants and tries to grab my wrist, "I'm going to cum too fast!"
I chuckle at that random outburst and laid the egg next to him after switching it off. It's time to get serious now. I start fucking him a lot quicker and harsher, determined to get us off much quicker than he would anticipate. Think of it as my perfect little revenge from all the crap he put me through this week. He throws his head back in a fit of passionate cry of pleasure, and I grab his hair to keep it up for me. With my other hand on his hip, I am nearly smacking my entire fucking self into him, to the point of it hurting me just a bit. I'm so pissed at him. I'm so fucking mad. I know he has information that he might obscure just so he can get off the hook easily. And I won't let him have that enjoyment. He probably wanted to have a nice time with me today..
But that boy doesn't deserve that.
Not today.
"Hah, Kenshin!" He damn near screams with my brutal fucking, and just like that, I can feel him convulse violently under me, "Fuck!"
He cums hotly and having that simple knowledge tips me over the edge; Grunting deeply, I cum as well, emptying my seed inside of him. As it should be. I collapse on the side of him as he lies on his stomach, our breathing ragged and uneven. The ceiling above me spins slowly, edges faded like burning paper. Holy shit. That was so hot. I love it. I can feel myself smiling like a crazy fool. It was like as if letting myself become a violent blaze of fury, even in the form of fucking someone else like that.. has given me a strange sort of peace at the end of it. I can hardly believe it. No amount of me yelling at Hiko, no amount of talking back at the teachers from school, no amount of getting stupidly drunk and crazy at night, no amount of listening to fast punk music, no amount of batting against glass bottles at a junkyard..
Could ever.. ever..
Come close to the release I feel from doing this with Soujiro.
Nothing.
And then, I hear it.
It was very quiet at first. Unnoticeable if I would have kept breathing hard from the lovemaking. But it's there, slow and seeping like a gas leek. I frown, blinking. What is that I hear? My mind instantly registers when my head turns to my side; it's Soujiro, crying to himself faintly within the sheets. The insides of my mouth turns dry. What.. What's going on? Is he hurt? Did I went too hard on him? Is he bleeding or bruised in his nether regions? I gingerly sit up and touch his upper back, my voice hoarse with urgency, "Soujiro.. hey, you okay? Are you..?"
My voice loses out as soon as he turns his head around to look up at me with these red, wet eyes. It's the same pair of eyes I saw at the party here, the night where he gave me a blow job. Another kick to my stomach and I grunt, blinking my own wet eyes now. What the fuck's happening?! I can feel panic coursing through my veins while I help him sit up, my eyes sweeping over him and on the bed to see if it can catch a drop of blood. But I don't. I don't see anything too out of place except his crying. I take his face in my hands to have him look at me, my heart beating. What have I done to him? Why is he crying like this after sex?
"Soujiro.. I'm.. I'm so sorry, I.." I shake my head slowly.
He smiles sadly, "Let's go take a shower together."
To be continued.