Salt In His Wound

Chapter 3

Lunch was a quiet affair.
Kyo’s eyes narrowed on Tohru in concern as she occasionally looked past him at the road leading to the house, gaze shifting beyond the table, out the front door, searching down the path
How could she care so much for such a worthless….he stopped himself, if she knew that her past and her future would rely on the whim of that one individual? The one such person who would leave her twisting in the wind out of fear.
Yuki thought that he couldn’t possibly know the terror he felt right now….but he was wrong, what could be worse than having the one thing he belonged too, taken away?
Kyo could barely taste his food.
Tohru sat next to him, her appetite seemed to be as exhausted as his own.
She appeared nervous, although she tried to hide it, he knew that Yuki was foremost on her mind, not even the contents of her plate could keep her preoccupied.
The struggle on her face was evident, and the moment when she lost to her concern, even more so.
She stood and headed towards the door, her feet seeking her shoes as if on their own accord.
“Tohru…”
Her back stiffened suddenly in surprise when Shigure spoke her name quietly.
She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling weakly.
“I’m going to check on Yuki…he, just doesn’t seem like himself today.”
Kyo’s gaze bounced between the two of them, as Shigure set his chopsticks on the table before him and sighed.
“I wouldn’t worry too much Tohru, he just has some small matters that he needs to think over…it may be better if he did that alone.”
When it looked as she might protest, Shigure raised one hand and then smiled widely.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure he will figure out the answers for himself soon enough, by then he will be hungry and find his way home….so why don’t you finish eating while he does so.”
Uncertainty shadowed her face, but she seemed to accept his explanation and returned to her seat next to Kyo.
Releasing the breath he didn’t even know he was holding, Kyo began to eat again careful not to let his own gaze search out the door.
It wouldn’t do to let Tohru see his own anxiety, that would make her even more suspicious.
Heart beating heavily in his chest, he turned recent events over in his head, disgust turning the meal to a bitter dish.
Tohru cared whole heartedly for all of them…she didn’t fear the freak show she became part of….did they care enough about her?
He snorted.
Yuki sure surprised him with his selfishness.
Tohru meant the world to their family, how could Yuki even question his duty to their friend?
Hatori had refused to alter her mind before, but with Akito’s declining condition, who knew what could happen if Yuki tried his patience anymore.
He sat in seething silence as Shigure happily ate and Tohu mimicked it.
Her eyes suddenly widened even as soft cough sounded in the entry.
Standing there, looking pale but determined, clothes rumpled and eyes downcast, he hardly looked like a prince at that moment, Kyo sincerely doubted that he felt like one either.
He sought out Shigure, who stood immediately, a piece of shrimp dangling from his mouth.
Yuki bowed deeply, keeping his eyes averted from the pair that sat at he table with him.
“Shigure, may I speak with you privately please?”
Sucking the shrimp the rest of the way into his mouth he gestured gently towards his office.
“Of course.”
Yuki’s eyes met his own, he couldn’t keep the question from his face and Yuki seemed to understand, he nodded silently…his silence answer enough and Kyo could feel the anxiety rush out of his body.
He watched as Yuki followed Shigure into the other room, and smiled.
He saw it…the plum on his back.

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The door opened with only a faint creaking and Yuki stepped into the dark hallway.
The familiar, cloying scent invaded his nostrils and he flinched, almost gagging. The odor was sweet, and anyone would probably describe it as pleasant, anyone but him that is…to him it just smelled heavily of captivity.
He shuddered, pressing his hands to his roiling stomach.
Entering the main house always had this effect on him.
He quickly scanned his surroundings, his heart beating a little faster when it appeared that none of the family was home at the present…none that is but Akito.
He was indeed alone.
His thoughts raced as he walked, changing his mind a thousand times in a matter of seconds.
He could do this….
He couldn’t do this…..
He kept repeating over and over in his head…this is the right thing to do.
Yet, now that he was embarking on day one, the mantra did little to tame the butterflies that invaded his stomach.
Further down the hall he could see light peeking through the crack beneath one door.
Akito…..
Placing one hand on the door, he paused, gulping in large gasps of air, steeling himself before he slid the door open.
The room was large, sparsely furnished and awash with the soft orange-yellow glow of artificial light on one end and the dappled colors of the burning sunset on the other.
It didn’t take long for his eyes to adjust , when they did, he focused on the mountain of soft pillows that served as Akito’s bed.
The room had a sort of homey charm that belied the true nature of it’s master and though he knew it was ridiculous, Yuki resented it’s deception.
Despite the cheery welcome of the space, it possessed an emptiness that his heart echoed and he felt cold as he entered, sliding the door shut behind him.
Immediately he began to retreat deeper within himself, adopting that cold indifference that had been his savior during all those years of abuse.
His gaze searched the room until he found the source of his dread, standing before a large circular window, his white skin painted red and gold by the setting sun.
He stopped short as Akito turned away from the window, his eyes glinting in the fading light.
His feet didn’t make a sound, not even a slight whisper as he walked towards him, the soft fabric of his yukata sliding negligently off of one shoulder, revealing a good amount of the bare skin beneath.
The bold red of the fabric made Yuki think of blood and the contrast between white and red was almost exotic.
Tensing with every step taken, Yuki composed himself as best he could….now that he was face to face with the serpent.
“Yuki….” the voice was like silk, hiding thorns and barbs of another kind, he fought against the lump that rose in his throat.
“You certainly took your time coming back to me Yuki.”
He slid past the younger man, to sit noiselessly amongst the plump pillows.
His sprawled position didn’t make him seem any less dangerous, even as the robe slipped off the other shoulder, pooling around his elbows to reveal the full expanse of creamy chest.
He seemed to be considering, staring at Yuki with pursed lips before commenting quietly.
“How should I punish you for that?”
Yuki stood ram rod straight.
“I made it here as quickly as school and class duties would allow me…”he was silenced, as Akito raised one hand in almost regal indifference.
“Leave any and all excuses at home next time Yuki, I can assure you, you are the only one listening to them.”
His gaze never strayed from Yuki’s face as his words went from wire to silken thread without missing a beat.
“Come here Yuki.”
After a moments hesitation he obeyed, standing before him, he refused to look at him.
“Kneel.” It was a demand, not a request….he didn’t dare ignore it.
He stooped before him, eyes averted.
Up till today he couldn’t remember once being in such close proximity to his cruelly beautiful face.
The dark piercing eyes, the milk white skin, the malicious curve of his lips almost seemed new to him now.
He tried to look away, uncomfortable with their closeness but his chin was seized roughly the harsh gaze pinning him to the spot.
“Don’t you look away from me…NEVER look away!!!”
Snarling, Akito raked his fingers up the curve of his jaw not stopping until they were twined through the silken strands of Yuki’s hair.
Pushing the hair away from Yuki’s eyes, he glared into them intently, his voice was low when he continued, menacing.
“Never….look….anywhere….but here…Yuki.”
Yuki’s eyes were large n his head, rounded in discomfort but he nodded silently with understanding as he stared back, trying hard not to flinch. Akito’s smile was slow, a sudden, sly melting of his lips, Yuki swallowed back his nervousness.
“Now, Yuki…how shall I greet family…long since gone, and now….home at last?”
Yuki looked puzzled for a moment, but one moment was all he was allowed as Akito dragged him forward his lips slamming against his own with a viciousness trademark of the head of the Sohma family.
His teeth sank into the softness of Yuki’s lower lip drawing out startled gasps, the taste of blood mingled on their tongues as Akito’s slid inside, squirming to taste ever hidden crevice.
Alarm registered in his head as it was pulled back harshly by the roots of his hair, Akito’s tongue still stroking along the roof of his mouth.
He bent back at the waist following the tug of painfully insistent fingers as Akito tore his mouth away from punished lips and began to devour the flesh at his throat, alternating between biting and sucking, molding Yuki’s arched body to his own.
His teeth snagged on tender skin, the pressure of his mouth was so intense his cock jerked in eager anticipation.
Was he enjoying this?
How could it feel good?
Yuki choked on his fear…on his disgust.
His own vile body was betraying him….to the most loathsome of his enemies.
Pushing Akito away, he tried to separate his body from the other, it was hard to move his muscles atrophied with desire, and sick with need.
Akito’s eyes narrowed, his fingers twisted painfully in Yuki’s hair.
“You can’t deny me Yuki, I have the upper hand.”
“No…I will no let you use me or Miss Honda…I…”
The movement was quick, the strong open slap to his jaw sent him to the floor. Akito followed, rolling him onto his back and straddling him, thin claw like hands held Yuki’s wrists above his head as he glared down at him.
“You don’t get to dictate terms to me Yuki! I am the head of the house….I am the master, me! So far I think I have been very patient. Allowing you to live with Shigure. Allowing you to keep that girl in your house….like a pet. Allowing you to come here only a few days instead of every day, and allowing you to spend time with outsiders, with anyone else other than me. Allowing others to touch you, hands other than mine. I think it’s time to take a little of my own back, don’t you Yuki?”
Sitting forward, he brushed his lips over Yuki’s, purring deep in his throat, a sound that could almost be described as sinister.
“You will listen Yuki or I will make your life a living hell, you know I can…you know I will.”
The kiss this time was more controlled, each sweep of tongue against tongue more calculated. Defeated Yuki lay limp beneath him, neither fighting nor responding.
His wrists were released as clever hands removed his shirt, then slid up, one hand pinning him in place with a gentle grip at the base of his throat, while the other removed his pants.
Yuki shuddered as he lay naked and humiliated beneath his tormentor, his lips ached from the constant ministrations of Akito’s tongue and teeth.
He didn’t noticed that Akito had removed his robes, until he felt the press of his thickening arousal lodge against his softness, making him wince. His reaction brought a smirk to teasing lips as Akito wrapped both cocks in one hand, rubbing them together within a warm fist.
The other hand moved from Yuki’s throat, massaging the red marks that had been left there, it’s downward descent was marked with his nails drawing crimson lines from collarbone to navel.
Yuki writhed, his eyes sealed shut against the horror of his own response…his cock sprang to life within Akito’s grasp…why?
Confusion fluttered in his chest and was pushed immediately to the back of his mind which was growing fuzzier by the second with the steady milking of that hand.
There was no fear, just lust and outrage as those fingers worked flesh against flesh, the tip weeping from the rough attention..
Akito’s eyes fixed on the junction of his legs, his thickening arousal blushed under heated scrutiny, his gasp of horror turned to a moan as that dark head dipped low, his tongue lapping away small opalescent drops.
He tortured with small darting licks first, nuzzling, his hand stroking the base lightly, inviting Yuki to find his way deeper.
“Do you ever wonder about it Yuki? Your taste?”, licking his lips he smirked with knowing, “…it’s surprisingly sweet, …” another long slow sweep of the tongue, from base to tip, swirling lightly around the head. He taunted him again, his eyes narrowing as he continued teasing.
“I want more Yuki….”
Yuki cried out as Akito took the entirety of his length deeper, milking his turgid length with strong pulls of his mouth.
“No….Akito, stop!”
His hands made their way to his hair, attempting to pull him away even as his traitorous hips thrust towards that wicked mouth.
He could feel the pressure building along his spine, winding tight, writhing hotly beneath Akito’s weight.
He quickened his pace, his hands sinking into the flesh of Yuki’s ass, pulling him closer, drawing out a long throaty moan as the younger man emptied his release into his mouth, and he drank every precious drop.
Sated, Yuki lay, his labored breathing the only sound.
Tears welled in his eyes as Akito left him to once again drape his robes about his thin frame, one sleeve still hanging negligently from one shoulder.
He leaned down, close to Yuki’s face, his breath was warm and smelled faintly of sex as he spoke.
“You see Yuki, you are mine whether you want to believe it or not. You belong here.”
Moisture trembled on Yuki’s lashes as he turned away, curling up miserably on one side.
“Look at me Yuki…”
He shook his head, keeping his eyes averted, drowning in the horrible betrayal of his own body.
Akito hissed in disgust, rolling to his feet he walked to the window and gazed at the tranquility beyond.
Yuki’s gaze zeroed in on his back, which was amazingly broad for such a thin man.
“Why…why me?” he asked hoarsely.
Akito hung his head before turning to pierce him with intense eyes, his lips curled in a sneer.
He stood over him tsk tsking with mocking clicks of his tongue.
“Now, now Yuki. Such questions aren’t important right now. You know where you belong and I know that you know. We know where we stand….as long as we remain clear on that subject there should be no reason for me to….take further action.”
Toeing Yuki’s clothes across the floor, his sneer dissolved as Yuki flinched away from him once again.
“Really, such……distrust, is most unbecoming Yuki.”
Leaving him on the floor, he sprawled lazily by the door, which he opened to let in the evening air, his back turned to him indifferently as he pulled on his clothes.
“Go home.….we are finished for today. If you would like a ride home, visit Hatori, and he will see to it. I will see you the day after tomorrow…Oh, and Yuki, don’t be late.”
Fully dressed, Yuki nodded solemnly, though the gesture was wasted as Akito didn’t spare him a second glance.
He left the room in a daze, only vaguely remembering his shoes .
The tremors started as he walked, the house growing dim in the distance behind him.
Tension balled in his gut, nausea strangled in his throat, and amidst a fit of harsh coughs he emptied the contents of his stomach into a near by bush.
Tears coursed down his face, his chest heaved, racked with silent sobs.
What was that?
What had happened?
Shaking his head he pressed his fists into his eyes.
“He’s crazy….” he muttered.
“Akito’s crazy.”
Yet, despite the anger, despite the shaking hands and roiling stomach, he could still feel the heady pressure of those lips around him, fingertips worked their way into his thoughts.
He pressed his face tighter to his hands, willing away the memories as he continued the journey home.
It was dark now, the moon, a large pale orb in the night sky. His mind wandered back to skin with the same cold, pristine glow as that moon.
His stomach heaved again, but held back the surge that pawed it’s way up his throat.
He had welcomed the thought of the ride home….being alone. It was the reason he had denied himself of the luxury of a ride…besides, he didn’t want anyone to see him like this. He needed time to collect what composure he had left.
What could be done?
What would happen in the future?
Why?
Questions, too many questions, his head began to ache as he climbed the steps to Shigure’s house.
The house was quiet, dark.
The floor creaked under his feet as he removed his shoes and dragged himself up the stairs.
He showered first, trying to wash away Akito’s smell…the sensation of flesh against flesh, the memory of his mouth working against his most sensitive parts…..the blood rushed south and he groaned.
Bracing his head against the shower wall, he took himself in hand, stroking slowly.
Piercing eyes flashed in his mind and he shuddered, his breathing ragged.
He could almost feel the wet lapping of that generous tongue against his length, and it was still there as he came again, biting his lip against a low moan.
It wasn’t the same…
He sighed as he turned off the shower, slinging a towel low around his hips. Raw, jagged lines criss-crossed their way down his chest, small circular bite marks darkened around his nipples.
He looked very much like he was loved….and loved thoroughly.
Eyes brimmed again as he wandered to his room, throwing himself on his bed, not caring about his undressed state or the fact that his hair was still wet.
He curled up within his covers, moonlight slanted across his chest, mocking him.
It wasn’t long before he succumbed to exhaustion, Akito’s cruel grin the last thing on his mind as he drifted.