Loss of Translation
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+S to Z › Tsubasa
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
5,034
Reviews:
37
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Assault
Fai was lounging in the hot water trying to forget all of the suppressed memories that had resurfaced when the identity of their opponent had been revealed. He was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice there were other people in the bath until they started talking to him. He couldn't understand what they were saying, but their tone seemed nice and complimentary so Fai smiled politely and pretended to listen.
At this reaction, the three men moved closer and sat down near the magician. They continued to speak in kind tones and one of them put an arm around Fai's shoulders, patting him gently on the back. Another began running a hand through Fai's hair, while the last placed a hand on the blonde's knee. Fai was slowly starting to come out of his daze and noticed what the men were doing. He tried to excuse himself politely but the men only moved closer and boxed him in. Their touches became more intimate, rubbing down his chest and thighs. Fai pushed at their hands attempting to protect his more sensitive areas and found his wrists retrained. When he tried to pull his hands free one of the men slapped his face, his nails gouging deep, bleeding welts in his cheek.
His assailant, a brown haired brute, grabbed Fai's chin and turned his face to look at his own. His voice changed from the soft kindness of before to a harsh guttural tone that very plainly told Fai that he had no say in the events that were about to occur and that he had better cooperate or the experience would be made more painful than necessary. Fai nodded to show his understanding.
The brown haired man rubbed his hand down Fai's chest until he reached the mass of blonde curls at the base of Fai's limp cock. He began stroking the organ softly. The second man, this one also brunette, was using Fai's restrained hands to rub against his own length, which was hard and pulsing. The third, a red head, had run his hand down Fai's back and was running a finger around his entrance. After a few seconds of this, he inserted his finger into Fai and began pumping roughly causing him to cry out. The first man slapped him again. This time on the other cheek, but leaving the same bleeding marks. Fai shut his mouth tightly.
When the men's ministrations stopped suddenly Fai opened the eyes he hadn't even realized he'd closed. The look in the first man's eyes was one of pain, fear and anger all mixed together. The other two men had also ceased their actions and were staring at the other man's chest. Fai followed their gaze.
The tip of a sword was pressed into his chest, just over the heart. A small trickle of blood had begun tripping down his abdomen. A deep voice began speaking in threatening tones above them. Fai blinked. He knew that voice. The men released him and backed away from the glistening steel. Fai felt a hand on his upper arm and then he was yanked, unceremoniously from the water. A robe was hastily thrown around his shoulders and he was hustled towards the door. They paused briefly in front of the door while the sword bearer issued one last threat, and then they were gone.
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At this reaction, the three men moved closer and sat down near the magician. They continued to speak in kind tones and one of them put an arm around Fai's shoulders, patting him gently on the back. Another began running a hand through Fai's hair, while the last placed a hand on the blonde's knee. Fai was slowly starting to come out of his daze and noticed what the men were doing. He tried to excuse himself politely but the men only moved closer and boxed him in. Their touches became more intimate, rubbing down his chest and thighs. Fai pushed at their hands attempting to protect his more sensitive areas and found his wrists retrained. When he tried to pull his hands free one of the men slapped his face, his nails gouging deep, bleeding welts in his cheek.
His assailant, a brown haired brute, grabbed Fai's chin and turned his face to look at his own. His voice changed from the soft kindness of before to a harsh guttural tone that very plainly told Fai that he had no say in the events that were about to occur and that he had better cooperate or the experience would be made more painful than necessary. Fai nodded to show his understanding.
The brown haired man rubbed his hand down Fai's chest until he reached the mass of blonde curls at the base of Fai's limp cock. He began stroking the organ softly. The second man, this one also brunette, was using Fai's restrained hands to rub against his own length, which was hard and pulsing. The third, a red head, had run his hand down Fai's back and was running a finger around his entrance. After a few seconds of this, he inserted his finger into Fai and began pumping roughly causing him to cry out. The first man slapped him again. This time on the other cheek, but leaving the same bleeding marks. Fai shut his mouth tightly.
When the men's ministrations stopped suddenly Fai opened the eyes he hadn't even realized he'd closed. The look in the first man's eyes was one of pain, fear and anger all mixed together. The other two men had also ceased their actions and were staring at the other man's chest. Fai followed their gaze.
The tip of a sword was pressed into his chest, just over the heart. A small trickle of blood had begun tripping down his abdomen. A deep voice began speaking in threatening tones above them. Fai blinked. He knew that voice. The men released him and backed away from the glistening steel. Fai felt a hand on his upper arm and then he was yanked, unceremoniously from the water. A robe was hastily thrown around his shoulders and he was hustled towards the door. They paused briefly in front of the door while the sword bearer issued one last threat, and then they were gone.
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