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His body jolted stiff when sparks of pain flickered in a distant corner of his head. In the cool air, his mind felt like burning bricks as he struggled to right himself and squint through the murky fog. His limbs clung to his knees like rocks from hugging them a little too close. The fog subsided slowly like skies clearing from a thunderstorm, and Akira dimly registered he was in an alleyway. Scanning the walls, he concluded with a relieved sigh that he was alone. Huffing, he relaxed in his curled position and leaned his weary head to the wall. He didn't feel like getting up any time soon. Not that his groggy body would be able to carry him anywhere.
Looking up, the starless sky extended its reach into an endless void. It was nighttime. He must have dozed off when he was seeking some kind of sanctum here earlier in the evening. Akira was just relieved nobody found his vulnerable figure in the dark. It probably wasn't the best idea to fall asleep in random shady alleyways at a place like this. He chided himself inwardly and told himself to be more careful next time.
Really, he didn't have many places to be. Not since the day he witnessed the very life drain from his friend's brown eyes. Ones that held unyielding kindness, that would squint in youthful joy under the tugs of a warm smile. But all that's been pocketed away as useless fragments of the past now. His heart hung heavy in his chest as if to sink him into the dark asphalt for the rest of his years. Cold and alone, at a loss for purpose in life, he found he wouldn't really mind.
As his eyes adjusted, a pressure darker than the night itself lingered still in the heavy air. His skin prickled uneasily. He couldn't shake the feeling that something—someone—lurked nearby, watching him. He dragged his languid mind to focus on his surroundings. He couldn't say why, but his nerves flared with sudden anticipation. Akira had a very bad feeling about this.
It took a moment, but when it finally dawned on him on what he was looking at, his heart stopped. There, at the very end of the alley, concealed in between faint rays of moonlight where shadows obscured the most, stood two vivid points of crimson—staring right back at him. They narrowed upon noticing they had his attention, and steadily, they emerged.
A tightness formed in his throat. Really? Why now? Why was there an apparent trend where this man just appeared whenever Akira wanted nothing more than to disappear off the face of the earth? His pulse quickened, but his tired brain made him sigh in resignation. He might as well be cursed. Akira didn't feel like running, anyway.
Heavy footfalls advanced through the asphalt, thudding harder and closer—seemingly in time with Akira's pulse, he noted warily—until finally they halted right across from him. Akira could make out his black-swathed form even through the dark, almost as if the night itself were mocking him. The man said nothing as unfeeling eyes studied him. Akira hoped he would maintain his silence, though he knew it bordered wishful thinking.
"You look pathetic."
That's what he chose to say? Akira wanted to breathe a sarcastic laugh but it was so derisive, he bit it down. There was weight behind Shiki's words as if he were disappointed in him. Even if he was, why would he expect him to care? He tried not to think about it, but the piercing in his navel twinged at the man's tone. He frowned in bafflement at himself.
Shiki glared into him, no doubt ruthless deprecation running through that frustrating mind of his. Akira's disbelief quickly turned into annoyance. Really, he should have just left when he had the chance. Now he was once again subject to this man's stare of steel.
An amused expression spread across Shiki's face. His voice took on a jeering lilt.
"I'm surprised."
When he didn't follow up on that, Akira's annoyance grew.
"At what?"
Shiki smiled, pleased with himself. His deathly gaze stared him right down.
"That you escaped after all. I was beginning to think that you were about to hole up in that little room forever."
He heard laughter in his voice. Akira's gut tightened. Despite his best efforts, everything rushed back. Like a speeding wave crashing against the harsh surface of rock, all that Shiki did to him resurfaced in his mind in razor-sharp detail. His hot touch. That humid room.
Three weeks ago, he'd worked up the courage in himself to flee that wretched room, and he basked in the sheer fortune of not having a singular encounter with this man since. He hoped he would never have to again. And yet here he was, slumped down the wall beneath that awful crimson, as if those eyes themselves pointed and laughed at his misery.
Akira wondered if the man had left him alone all that time just to build his hopes up, only to corner him once more with that cruel sneer, honed with relentless intent to shatter them into a million worthless pieces. The man's smile deepened as he watched Akira's lip tremble from holding back outbursts of flaming fury. He said nothing as he took a step nearer.
All of a sudden, fire blazed a line straight across his cheek. The hilt of Shiki's katana struck him right in the face. His vision flew sideways and a hard force exploded in his gut before he could right himself. Then, a series of relentless kicks rained down his body. He groaned, trying to get a grip, but all the air knocked right out of his lungs. The world spun before him as his mind grew numb.
Stars erupted behind Akira's eyes as a forceful kick swung into his chin, and the beatings withdrew. His assailant watched in silence as he coughed and sputtered, trying to will himself into pushing up his still sleep-laden body. He ignored how his head plunged into him like boulders on his shaky elbows and, with as much ferocity as he could muster, glared hard at those remorseless eyes above. The crimson gasoline concealed therein engulfed the match and set his blood on fire.
He wanted to surge himself to his feet to slug a satisfying blow, but the hardened air caged iron shackles around his shrinking limbs. He tumbled back down on the cool asphalt below. Shiki snickered.
"For a mere earthworm, you've managed to hold off quite well. But that won't last for much longer."
Akira tensed as the man's tone cut deep into his ears. He crawled his way onto sore arms, but before he could do anything else, a heavy blow sunk deep into his skull. He fell unconscious without another word, unable to resist the darkness that enveloped his sight.
A sharp freeze forced Akira back to his senses. He jumped. His body shivered violently at the chilliness on his skin. He pried open his heavy eyelids and strained to see, but his vision split in two under his leaden brain. Something wet rolled down the nape of his neck. He realised it was water. Someone had doused him in a mass of ice cold liquid, and in his state of bleariness he could think of only one person.
Confirming his suspicions, a snigger vibrated the thick air. As his world slowed down, he saw them. Bright red crimson, right there. Fixed down on him. Akira realised he was lying limply on the one bed he had come to despise the most. He had been brought to this room again. His hairs rose on end.
"You're up at last. I was getting bored of waiting."
Akira watched Shiki toss a bucket aside with a sneer. His gloved hand pushed away his wet, clinging bangs, and bone-chilling eyes burnt holes right into him—extending deep into his very blood and worked its flow ablaze. Akira fidgeted restlessly beneath. His captor's lips twisted in glee as he took in his sapped form.
A forceful hand brought the zipper down his damp jacket. Like an avalanche, cold air rushed all at once to bite his arms as it peeled off him and flung at some distant corner in the room. He shivered.
"Hey, what do you think you're—!"
Abruptly, his sight whirled to one side. He barely registered his jaw ringing from the brute force of Shiki's blow. He quirked his brow, chuckling deep at Akira's protest. He shrugged off his leather coat and gloves then tucked them neatly by the side of the nightstand. His eyes rooted him in place as he lowered himself on top of Akira. He sneered in thick contempt down his nose.
"Someone seems excited. You missed this, didn't you?."
Akira's eye twitched. He squirmed beneath his weight. He tried to shove him away, but his arms rendered incapacitated by his sides. He cursed at himself. He had to resist. He couldn't let things go the way Shiki wanted. He was the man who wrought irreparable damage to his spirit and traumatising nightmares in his sleep. He knew he had to fight back with everything he could. Then, why...
To his horror, his thoughts came to a halt. It couldn't be. Was he... looking forward to this? There was no way... but he was powerless to ignore the rush of anticipation under his skin. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about Shiki having his way with him... his eyes widened. His pulse hammered in disbelief. A lump formed in his throat, and on it disgust gripped hard.
As if seeing Akira's conflict, Shiki laughed lowly. His hands moved to his chest and roughly hoisted his shirt over his head, carelessly tossing it aside. He traced his body slowly, hands brushing the piercing in his navel, gradually traversing downward to his belt. Akira's breath caught in his throat.
"Hey... get off me..."
The sound of his own voice surprised him. It was barely even audible over the ringing of his inner turmoil. Just hearing himself filled his tattered core with shame. At this, Shiki snorted. The corner of his lip curled, seemingly unbothered to gratify that with a verbal response. Shiki undid his belt and slid his pants and briefs down his quivering legs.
Beneath that firm gaze, Akira's exposed body illuminated underneath a single overhead light. He gritted his jaw and averted his gaze. Sparks crackled through his veins, racing through to his beating heart and heightening his shame. He wanted to die. Shiki's hard eyes gleamed in delight.
He neared his throat and bit hard on his Adam's apple. Akira's throat convulsed as he sucked. He crept downward, bringing his wet tongue over Akira's pale neck. His fingertips started moving. They brushed his nipples—he took one between his fingers and pinched, twisting it lightly. An involuntary gasp forced its way from Akira's throat.
"Sensitive."
He smiled, dragging his fingers down the outlines of his smooth musculature. It felt like a cast iron leaving burning trails in its wake in the otherwise cool room.
It drove him crazy. Every time this man so much as looked at him, the world stopped spinning on its axis as his every cell thrummed in time with his racing heart. He couldn't believe how he made him feel like this without even trying. Why was he reacting this way? He felt his face and the tips of his ears flare up in hot shame.
"You've never touched yourself before?"
Akira stiffened. Where did that come from?
His fingernails crept down his abdomen and slid to his exposed crotch, bringing his hand up its erect form. Akira didn't even realise he had grown hard. He bit down on his lip as Shiki teased its wet tip, circling it lightly with a finger. A quiet gasp slipped from Akira's tight lips. Shiki's smile deepened.
"I have, bastard... thanks to— hng!"
Unwanted heat teemed his body when he felt the tip of his arousal squeeze painfully.
"Idiot. I meant before that."
Tremors bolted through his thighs. Shiki trailed a finger down, watching Akira's face contort in a satisfying expression.
"You want it that bad?"
Slowly—painstakingly slowly—he started moving his hand. He took his sweet time bringing his hand up, then back down, provoking a distant storm within. Precum dribbled from its tip, smoothing Shiki's motions. He swirled his thumb in the fluid. He brought his face close to Akira's chest and licked his nipple, biting down. Akira's pulse raced. He tried his best to control his breathing and stilled the urge to let out any sounds. He shut his eyes against it tightly.
"So responsive. So, it's true. You've never experienced this. Not before I marked you. When I touch you, your body knows. Your pleasure belongs only to me."
At the back of his closed eyelids, Shiki's words resounded clear in his ears. They branded themselves into his brain, sent shock waves down his spine and swelled the brewing thunder right in his cock. He shivered. He was so wet. Shiki had barely even done anything yet. He could hear the sharp squelches as Shiki's strokes gained speed, and with it, the intense sensation grew. It felt so sweet. So numbing. It took his entire will not to succumb.
"Nnh..."
And yet, he could not stop the quiet whimpers and shaky sighs leaking from his throat.
"I'll show you everything."
He moaned at the heated mutter in his ear. The loud squelching tore his mind into pieces as Shiki's tongue wormed its way inside. Little by little, sputtering moans emerged from his lips into the thick air. He gasped. The pleasure grew stronger, sweeter, hotter, carrying the rest of his body and higher. No matter how hard he fought it, his mind kept returning to the thought of the hand between his thighs. His strokes quickened still until it was all he could think about. It mixed with the sounds. The sweat. The heat. Like an overflowing dam, he could no longer keep it in.
"Aah, aaah...!"
"Give in."
He cried as he felt lips brush his jaw. Akira's hazy mind could only catch on to Shiki's scent as pleasure took over his control. He arched his hips, head grounded into the bedsheets, eyes screwed tight. White, hot liquid erupted from his tight penis into Shiki's hand. He panted hard as his whole body shuddered through his orgasm.
"Nh-"
Akira startled. Something bitter wedged itself into his mouth. He strained through his blurry sight. As he realised what was happening, the back of his mind burned with shame. Shiki's fingers—soaked in his own cum—were shoved deep into his mouth. His lips quivered.
It couldn't get any worse than this, he persuaded himself as he leaned forward and curled his tongue between his fingers. At a loss for what to do, he dazedly licked and winded his tongue around. The pungent taste stabbed right through. The more he did it, the more his spirit sucked in past the gaps in the fingers. He could feel those red eyes sear into him as he sucked. His throat tightened when he felt them move around, playing with his numbed tongue and coating themselves in his drool.
Finally, a hand seized his hair and yanked him away by the forehead. Threads of saliva joined the fingers to his lips. Akira panted slowly. He felt an awful compunction tighten in his gut.
His respite was short-lived. He startled when his legs forcefully pushed wide open, and something wet pressed at him. Shiki was holding the wet fingers he was just sucking on to his entrance. Akira's chest staggered in panic.
"No..."
Weakly, he shook his head, trying to summon the strength to push the man away, but his body drooped under him like iron weights. He could no longer control his weakened limbs. Shiki softly kissed the inside of his thigh, and carefully, his wet fingers slid in. Akira cried out.
His thighs tightened when Shiki's fingers buried themselves deeper, pressing down against his tight walls. He sucked in deep breaths as Shiki continued to press kisses into his inner thigh. Shiki twisted his wrist and hooked his fingers in deep. After pausing for a moment, slowly, he pulled out and slid his fingers back in. Akira's breaths came out in muffled whimpers as he thrusted, gently fingerfucking him into the bed.
"Submit your will to me."
The sounds were obscene. He felt liquid drip down his sensitive penis, and he realised he was hard again. Akira gasped, feeling himself grow more desperate the more Shiki moved. His head hung heavy, his face contorted in shame. Akira would rather die than admit it, but this burning humiliation... He felt himself grow harder. No, a cold terror grabbed hold of his aching limbs. He couldn't believe it.
With one final thrust, Shiki's fingers withdrew. Akira tried to steady his chest, sucking in one slow breath at a time, trying to distance himself from the horrible lump stagnating in himself. He was able to somewhat fully calm down when he realised Shiki had gone quiet. Wearily, he peered downward and found those eyes staring right back.
"You know, I want to try something."
With that, Shiki rose off and briskly went over to the other side of the room. Akira strained to see as he bent down to pick something up, but when he turned around, he felt an ironhanded sensation sink deep in his chest.
Shiki was brandishing his sheathed katana.
Sauntering over, a sadistic smile grew wider and wider as he watched fear spread quietly in Akira's expression. He stood directly in front of him as he unleashed it in all of its terrifying glory. Its naked metal flashed blindingly in his eyes despite being wielded beneath scant light.
Shiki repositioned himself between his thighs, and it dawned on Akira what was about to happen when the man held the lengthy weapon backwards, aiming the handle at his wavering entrance. His body froze in pure, congealed dread.
"No! What the hell are you— ah!"
His knuckles whitened as they clutched hard at the bedsheets. There was no way he could suppress his groans as the weapon crept in, slowly but surely, a harsh interpolation in unfamiliar territory. Every fibre in his body screamed in pain when the hilt pressed uncomfortably in areas it wasn't meant to be in. It hurt like hell. He might as well have just plunged in the sharp metal of the blade itself. When the hilt made its way in as far as it could reach, Akira's whole body shook like a paper bag soaring through the wind, and he felt something warm roll down his cheeks before he realised he was crying.
"Look at how well you're taking it."
In contrast to the blinding torment, he felt fingers gently rub the insides of his thigh. He peered through his splitting vision and saw Shiki press a kiss to his hip. In his mind, those crimson eyes had never looked redder as they gazed back at him, searching. Carefully, the foreign object slipped out and wormed its way back in. Despite the manic look on his face, it was obvious from Shiki's administrations he was trying not to hurt him. All Akira could do was gasp as the katana picked up speed, and dreadfully, awfully, he felt himself grow more rigid. The man smiled at him.
"You're even more senseless than I thought."
Akira bit his lip, trying with all his might to suppress a cry. Which didn't work out so well for him, seeing as his might was mostly in ruins by now. He slipped a moan that sounded like filth in his ears, and he tried to ignore the prickling of skin at the dawning revelation that he was enjoying this. He swallowed thickly, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure clouding his brain. It was sharp and biting, but it was warm. So warm. He had to do something about these awful sensations. That was the only thing on his mind as he reached down.
Shiki's smile deepened. He watched Akira jerk himself off gracelessly. His head was lost too deeply in the haze to care. Seeing this, his thrusts picked up speed, forcing his precious katana deep inside him. The boy's chest rose up and down harshly, gasping and crying out loudly; he seemed to be near his limit. Shiki felt his own arousal twitch as he fucked him with his katana, tracing light circles in his hip with his free hand and knelt down to lick along his toned abs. Akira's legs tightened around Shiki. He groaned lowly as fingers tugged roughly on his hair as the boy unraveled for the second time.
He felt a rush of satisfaction in himself. He pulled out his sword slowly, giving time for Akira to catch his breath for what felt like the hundredth time that night. As the haze subsided, a weighted feeling of pure disgust coagulated in him. He was seriously messed up in the head. He wanted to scream.
"Well, what fun. I'll have to clean this up later. ...Or, perhaps I'll make you do it, once we've finished up here."
In one light motion, Shiki dropped his resheathed sword by the edge of the bed. It took a moment for Akira to realise, but once it sunk in, his heart stuttered. Were they not done yet? As if to answer his question, he heard a rough rustling of fabric and felt Shiki move around him. Suddenly, a heavy pressure sank down on his chest. He blinked a couple times, squinting through clinging eyelashes, before he realised— Shiki was sitting on him. Before he could say anything, a hand pried his lips apart and something fleshy went inside. His tongue quivered. He knew that bitter taste.
Deep in his heart, his pride as a man screamed and thrashed against it, yet his shattered mind had long since lost its vigor to put up a fight. He shut his eyes and closed his shaky lips around Shiki's hard cock. It was wet with precum. His tongue licked at his tip in small flicks, lapping up the bitter taste. He sucked from the tip. He heard a low groan from above.
"How foul."
He didn't realise how intently he was doing it until his body startled when Shiki pulled out. A thick line of saliva joined them together. Akira watched it break and felt his face flush in shame.
Suddenly, Akira choked. That pressure was in his mouth again. It forced its way in and out, drawing vulgar noises in its wake. Shiki watched tears prick at his eyes as he fucked his face deep into his throat.
At last, the pounding retreated. The weight rose off him. Akira was barely able to recover by the time he felt his legs pull close to his chest. Shiki's body knelt over his, and his raised legs hooked over his shoulders as support, pulling him even closer. He felt a wet hardness press against his abused hole. His legs trembled. He swallowed harshly. All he could do was turn his face to the side in a futile attempt to hide his hunger.
He felt fingers brush his hard nipples, toying with them roughly before tracing their way upwards to his collarbone and stopping at the nape of his neck. He carressed that spot for a time, kissing there once, and at the same time a hot pressure slipped into his abused entrance.
"...ngh..."
Shiki was being gentle, pushing slowly, but Akira grimaced as the storm of pain between his legs grew. It felt as if he were being ripped apart, torn open from his insides once again. He felt dirty. First his fingers, then his sword, and now for the main event himself. It seemed he would never get used to this. The tip of Shiki's cock felt like a seething brand in his guts. Akira flushed and tried to think about something else through the torment.
"Breathe."
Akira's heart leaped to his throat. At once, his chin yanked upward and he felt hard lips press to his. He froze. Suddenly, he felt a hot gust of air fan into his mouth. It was at that moment Akira realised he hadn't been breathing.
His lips quivered against Shiki's. Their tongues touched a little. He glanced up and found those eyes. Fixed on him, a firm focus behind his chilly gaze. As if compelled by a tacit spell, Akira could do nothing but cave in. He focused on the fans of steady breath in his mouth, breathing in time with the man until his pulse began to relax. A vague calmness pinched his mind, and the storm managed to quell, just a little.
Still breathing hotly, Shiki advanced slowly. With each breath, his cock wormed its way closer and deeper into Akira's tight ass. When he was all the way in, Akira felt the warmth of his lips leave. Shiki was watching him closely. He couldn't help but feel restless under those steely eyes. They held an intensity different from the violent aura he was familiar with. He looked away, overwhelmed. He felt lips graze his temple.
Finally, Shiki began to move. He pushed his hips in slow but firm thrusts. Akira writhed underneath. It was painful, but... his skin tingled with trepidation. Lightning bolts of shame punctured his soul once more. He was letting this happen to him. Yet he was powerless to stop himself when a choked moan burst from his lips as Shiki picked up speed.
"...ahh..."
Hot waves of sensation filled him from within. Each thrust from Shiki's hips made him pant harder. Shiki's hand found its way to his overstimulated dick and wound it in quick strokes. Heavy beads of sweat took form on his brow. Gradually, the stormy pain began to rise and give way to something sweet. With each thrust, Akira slipped out quiet whimpers from his tightly-clamped lips. The sensations bubbled up inside him. It was getting harder to contain himself. Shiki fleered at him, a quiet delight in his eyes. His free hand grabbed hold of Akira's chin roughly and stroked the side of his face. A thumb pried his lips apart and forced its way inside.
"You'll feel much better once you stop fighting it."
Taken aback by the pleasure, he licked at Shiki's thumb. He bit it, sucked it, all as a desperate means to distract himself from the conflict lancing through his soul. Shiki watched as he gasped and panted, fanning warm, shallow breaths over his thumb. His hips snapped rougher into his tight ass.
"Your body belongs to me."
On the other side of his face, he felt cold lips press his cheek. Akira let out a strangled moan. A wet stream of saliva trailed behind as Shiki's tongue licked Akira's rolling tears. He hadn't realised he'd been crying again. He didn't know what to blame it on anymore.
"Look at you. You're drooling."
It was from that disdainful comment when he noticed just how wet his lips were. They trembled as Shiki lapped up his own drool from his chin. His body ached from the sensation of Shiki's hot tongue. It added to his sharp thrusts, his touch, his gaze... Akira didn't want to admit it, but he was so turned on, it hurt. His vision burned underneath molten humiliation. And yet, he couldn't believe how good it felt.
He whined. Shiki smirked.
"You like when I talk down to you?"
He gasped at the low chuckle in his ear. He wanted so badly to say no, but he couldn't deny the way his arousal twitched an involuntary testament to those heated words. His skin prickled with embarrassment. What was wrong with him?
"You're disgusting. You're filthy. You like it when I do this, don't you? Slut."
"Ahh-!"
At once, Shiki's savage thrust drew his mind blank. His sweaty back scraped hard against the sheets, the bed shaking beneath. Akira felt a rising flare in his gut, summoned by those scornful, oppressive words. He hated it. His shame beat down hard on his soul. He could feel himself grow harder and wetter, soaked from tip to base in his own precum, reacting in all the ways he shouldn't. He felt a hand squeeze the tip of his penis, and he gasped. Akira couldn't stand it anymore.
"P... please..."
His face flared in heated shame and arousal. Something crumbled deep inside him.
"J-just... kill me already..."
Shiki smiled. His hands moved to his legs and dug his nails into his thighs. His cock slipped in and out smoothly, fucking him hard into the bed as Akira begged for him to end his life then and there.
Through the haze, Akira felt a pressure on his navel, cold fingers rubbing his piercing. His marking. It throbbed, reacting to Shiki's feverish touch and fanning the flame hotter. Akira gasped. He couldn't control himself. The pleasure wracking his body was too much to bear. The world spun as the bed shook and creaked beneath him. Shiki's thrusts came faster, and rougher, and fiercer, and it felt so good.
"Whore."
"Nggh, aahh...!"
Shiki watched him in dominant glee as Akira moaned and screamed and panted at his will. The world was closing in on him, a blurried frenzy as his legs trembled on Shiki's shoulders. Shiki brought his face close to his neck and sucked hard, making sure to leave behind love bites that stuck out on his pale complexion. Each bite was a new mark. A new symbol of his possession. Lustful whimpers emerged from Akira's sore throat right into Shiki's ear. He brought his limp hands to Shiki's face and balled his fists in his jet black hair. It was all he could see. All he could cling onto.
"...a-ah, aahhh...!"
The pleasure was blinding. It was the only thing on his mind now, and with it came the strong desire for release. His pants grew harder and shorter, letting the sweetness bring him higher. He was right on the verge of coming, when—
—a hand squeezed the base of his penis.
"Tell me who you belong to."
The dizzying haze faltered and Akira's light panting left in its place. He swallowed, mind sluggish from his lingering ecstasy. The hand was all that was keeping him from his sweet release. It gripped tighter. Akira gasped.
"Say it. Who is your true master?"
His mind blanketed in a lustful craze. He didn't want to say it. But he was so close, he was desperate.
"Y-y..."
His mind burned. His every cell was screaming against it. And yet, an electric sensation lanced through his hips, and he gave his spirit to the wind.
"Y... you..."
The hand clamped tighter.
"Say my name."
Under those eyes, he could do nothing else.
"Sh... Shiki..."
He felt the last of his spirit crumble beneath his feet. The final blow had been dealt. Fingers held onto his piercing, pulling lightly.
"A-ahhh—!!"
He screamed as the frenzy returned to his synapses all at once. His knees shook, the pink tip of his hard arousal pulsed in the cold air. The pleasure fell back into place right where it left off. His piercing throbbed as Shiki's ragged breath fanned harshly over his neck. A thumb rubbed hard on his sensitive nipple and he felt him move to bite the tip of his ear. He cried out with every thrust in his ass, each stroke on his dick, until finally the knot tightened and pleasure took control of his body once more.
"Come."
The heated whisper in his ear was all it took to tip him over the edge. He shoved his head back in the sheets, gripped hard into Shiki's hair, and a scorching fire erupted from within. His white lust emerged from his penis and all over himself, on his stomach, his face, his hair. As he came, his insides clamped tight around Shiki's shaft, and with that he unleashed his lust. Shiki gripped his hips hard, ground his nails into his skin, driving deep as he released his hot seed into every inch of Akira's core. The heavy musk of sex hung thick in the air. It made his head spin. Akira panted harshly as aftershocks sent sweet ripples throughout his body. He clenched his eyes shut, shuddering.
Dimly, he felt Shiki stroke his sweaty bangs, gently pushing them aside. Even behind his closed eyelids, he could feel that gaze trained on him. He felt a warmth by his eye and he forced himself to look. There, he saw Shiki's pink tongue licking away his tears from his damp eyelashes.
Akira turned his face to the side, unable to take it any longer. He felt gross. He was still trying to ease his racing pulse from his climax. He tried to ignore the weight of Shiki's gaze through his skull as he sucked in slow breaths. His thoughts recalled the few moments earlier when he exchanged breaths with Shiki. The taste of Shiki's lips on his... He flushed.
He had nearly passed out when suddenly he felt Shiki's hand caress his piercing. Slowly, it traced the outline of the thin metal. A fingertip dipped into the hole in his navel, gently stroking along its curve. His skin flared underneath his cool touch. Akira tensed his jaw, shame devouring him whole.
Something moved inside him. Akira realised that he hadn't pulled out yet. He roused himself and squeezed his legs together involuntarily. Shiki slid out slowly, threads of sticky cum flowing out from his pink hole. The slick sound of Shiki's cock pulling out made his throat quiver.
Akira's vision started to give out on him. The pleasure had fled his body and his nerves were worn thin. Distantly, he felt gentle kisses wander his body, stemming from his collarbone and traveling up his neck, to his jaw, to his cheek. He surrendered to the sweet fog, bounding his limbs in its weightlessness, his eyes steadily drooping shut.
"Your soul is mine."
As the heated murmur brushed the air above him, the last thing that filled his dimming vision were those pointed red eyes, and a hand on his navel stroking the piercing there. His drifting thoughts recalled the hot touches from the man before him, and finally, he succumbed to a deep sleep with a feeling of vague security beneath that meaningful gaze.