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All For Love 3rd in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-All For Love
- 2-AFL 2
- 3-AFL 3
- 4-AFL 4
- 5-AFL 5
- 6-AFL 6
- 7-AFL 7
- 8-AFL 8
- 9-AFL 9
- 10-AFL 10
- 11-AFl 11
- 12-AFL 12
- 13-AFL 13
- 14-AFL 14
- 15-AFL 15
- 16-AFL 16
- 17-AFL 17
- 18-AFL 18
- 19-AFL 19
- 20-AFL 20
- 21-AFL 21
- 22-AFL 22
- 23-AFL 23
- 24-AFL 24
- 25-AFL 25
- 26-AFL 26
- 27-AFL 27
- 28-AFL 28
- 29-AFL 29
- 30-AFL 30
- 31-AFL 31
- 32-AFL 32
- 33-AFL 33
- 34-AFL 34
- 35-AFL 35
- 36-AFL 36
- 37-AFL 37
- 38-AFL 38
- 39-AFL 39
- 40-AFL 40
- 41-AFL 41
- 42-AFL 42
- 43-AFL 43
- 44-AFL 44
- 45-AFL 45
- 46-AFL 46
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A/N: This is temporarily an older draft of this fan fiction that I am posting here. I will revise to correct inconsistencies ASAP. Please have patience. This note will change once revised. Italics are dream sequence flashbacks.

CHAPTER 35

A jumble of images streamed through Takumi's mind. Flashes of places formed, then drifted away. Like a slide show, images erupted into existence, and vanished into misty voids. Takumi escaped his unwelcome pain by diving deeper into his dreams.

'Keisuke slid onto the couch on his stomach and dropped his head in Takumi's lap before he understood the blond's intentions. "Hm, much better." One arm wrapped over Takumi's injured thigh while the other slid around behind his back. "Your lap's comfy, even with that brace on, my own." Embarrassment and contentment flashed through Takumi's body as he looked down on the man that had taken over his lap. Keisuke truly belonged there because he had all of Takumi's heart. 'We're just like a married couple,' Takumi thought as he looked down on his lover's contented face.

Another moment from his past flashed into focus.

"Gomen for panicking on you again. I don't know where my freak out came from to be honest." His emotions had gone haywire without warning. Confusion and an undefined fear had exploded into existence, sending Takumi into retreat before he even recognized it was welling up inside him.

Keisuke's lips released a sigh. "Don't apologize, Takumi. I'm the one that screwed up. I hope you aren't too mad at me for being an impatient baka again. I didn't mean to push you into something you aren't comfortable doing yet. I promise I'll behave now that you've reminded me to slow down."

Takumi found himself stepping back into Keisuke's embrace. The strong arms that wrapped around his waist again were as much Takumi's haven from fear and doubts plaguing him, as the cause of his inexplicable panic attacks. Things were becoming much too intense with Keisuke which triggered his unnamed fear.

Keisuke continued to speak."I really love you, Takumi. I only wanted to show you how much you mean to me in a way that would feel very good. Gomen that I frightened you out of your wits when I started undoing your zipper without asking."

Takumi let his head rest against Keisuke's shoulder feeling tongue tied over the emotion he heard in Keisuke's voice. Takumi relaxed now that he was calming down. "It's my fault too, Keisuke. I didn't realize that things were getting too intense for me to handle."

A shift found Takumi in another time and place.

'Takumi was uneasy about Oyaji's lack of violence since he had gotten suspended from school for a few days. Oyaji almost seemed pleased with him for beating the hell out of Miki-sempai. A noise had enticed him along the cluttered trail he found. Takumi had decided to go on a short hike to kill time. The thought flitted through his mind that Oyaji would be done with the details of the new contract for their family business soon. It was time to turn back and return to the resort, he knew. However, due to curiosity Takumi stepped further along the faint trail and the wall face which opened into a small valley without warning. He stopped on a rocky shelf after his meandering climb. A small waterfall made the droning noise he had heard.

"Whoa! Awesome." Takumi's soft voice echoed in the confined space. He looked for a way down into the slender canyon as rainbows sparkled in the air.'

Pain jolted him, yet Takumi did not awaken. He dove deeper into memories and dreams to escape the unpleasant sensation. Another odd lurching sensation joined the disorienting fog. Scattered hints of soft music and voices began to echo within the blankness that Takumi remained within.

'The yellow Mazda's tail lights were right in front of him. Takumi had his left hand on the steering wheel of Oyaji's car as his cheek rested against his right hand's knuckles. It was annoying that he'd been forced into racing. There was no point to racing someone else. Takumi found himself thinking about where to overtake the other driver so he could get a full tank of gasoline and the car keys on Sunday as Oyaji had promised.

Takumi knew he had to win so he could take Mogi on a trip to the beach. He had no option but to win this pointless match. The teen had to win to keep his word to Mogi, even though it had been her demand that he had not verbally agreed to that had landed him in this situation. Takumi's brows furrowed as he dropped his right arm to the steering wheel and threw his focus into making certain the gutter hook was timed to perfection as the yellow car's brake lights flashed on in front of him. . . .'

Takumi's mind jerked away from the scene because Mogi had hurt him terribly. Cold anger rose up and squashed the battle he was in. Takumi did not want to let the battle run to its conclusion for some reason.

'Takumi's emotions were torn. Arousal from Keisuke's compelling kisses, and confusion over his physical reaction to Keisuke's advances swirled through his soul. Constant turmoil over the complications in his life had taken their toll on his personality. The wheat-haired racer he had impulsively agreed to see pulled Takumi's hand away from his flushed face. Takumi tried to comprehend his fear of being changed beyond recognition. Keisuke's body molded itself to Takumi's so that he could no longer evade contact. As it was, Takumi was unable to step away or hide his growing attraction to the blond. The teen was pinned against his car with Keisuke's body only inches away. Longing for Keisuke's affection skittered along Takumi's spine as Keisuke kissed him after a gentle teasing comment about taking care of his hard on for him. Keisuke's lips released his as Takumi tried to catch his breath.

The blond kissed his forehead and ran a finger along his cheek and down to his chin in a soft caress that beguiled Takumi. It shocked him that he could feel this way about another man's touch. Strong fingers caught his jaw and made him raise his head to look at his taller paramour. Their cheeks skimmed together as Keisuke's face nuzzled against his. Moist breath skimmed across his ear as Keisuke's affectionate touch made Takumi's breathing even more shallow. . . .'

Pitch hues rose and Takumi floated along a sodden current. He struggled for a few moments until another scene took shape to distract his awareness from the ever more invasive prickles of pain he felt.

'Keisuke smirked at him. The older man's voice had a velvety edge Takumi had never heard before. "Then don't look at me with those sexy eyes like you're planning on jumping me. It's way to distracting when I'm trying to drive your little demonic compact. I'm too shallow, spoiled, and single minded to ignore that kind of look, Takumi. I want your heart, so I'll make a move whenever you drop hints that you want my undivided attention."

The blond's sly slanted eyes gazed at him. Takumi's mouth opened to say something, yet he found himself speechless. His eyes widened as the teen realized the seductive meaning of Keisuke's voice because of the expression his teammate was giving him. He swallowed hard as he tried to figure out how Keisuke could think he was being sexy, or coming onto him as they trained together. The teen could not see how he had caused this misunderstanding. Keisuke pulled him into another heated kiss before he could recover his wits. . . .'

Stronger twinges of torment tugged at Takumi's awareness . With a sudden flash of insight Takumi knew he was waking up. If he did regain consciousness, he would be inviting more hellish sensations than he cared to face. Somehow he latched onto a new image so he could avoid that eventuality a little longer.

'Takumi felt Keisuke sliding into the hide-a-bed beside him. The sensation of the blond's arm wrapping around his waist as he pitched forward in the furoba earlier haunted Takumi. Now that he was back in his freshly changed bed, the feel of Keisuke's solid chest against his back lingered on his skin. Takumi remained hazy from the pain medication, and lacked the energy to tell Keisuke to go back to his room a second time.

Keisuke seemed to read his mind as he spoke. "I'm not leaving you alone to get stuck on that broken spring again. Let Okāsan throw fits if she wants. You need me here, my own. I'll keep your leg safe tonight."

The added warmth of Keisuke's body as it wrapped around his was welcome. Takumi's emotions remained raw from the dream. Having told his feisty lover the nightmare had not eased Takumi's mind. He only really felt calmer when Keisuke held him. Takumi relaxed against his lover's body because he knew the blond was alive when held. Keisuke's one arm slid under his neck and wrapped around him. His arms offered the haven Takumi desperately craved and needed as the teen shifted to accommodate Keisuke's hold.

"I love you, Takumi. Don't worry that I'm going anywhere you aren't. Ok?" Keisuke's lips grazed his neck as his other arm slipped around the teen's waist to pull his hips tighter into Keisuke's groin in a cuddled spoon.

Takumi sighed without answering. Losing Keisuke still felt like a real possibility no matter the blond's reassurances. However, for the first time since Mogi's attack Takumi felt secure about Keisuke's being very much alive as he drifted into sleep.'

Awareness returned even though Takumi did not want it. Takumi tried to open eyes locked beneath lead weighted lids. The sound of water splashing into a bowl near his head focused his attention. Soft music flowed into his ears along with the odd sense that there was a voice speaking that Takumi could not quite make out. Both were gentle presences that seemed to be meant to soothe him.

His body was much too heavy. Unexpected pressure wrapped around his left wrist and his arm was raised for him. Something rubbed back and forth along the length of his arm several times. His arm was returned to his side, and the pressure released. Again the sound of splashing water assaulted his ears. It took several moments for Takumi to register that both his arms were wet and tingling with new life. Sounds of the water drizzling and the feeling of rapid motions over his body gave Takumi clues as to his surroundings. His drugged thoughts were getting clearer as the sensations clicked.

'Someone's bathing me. Naze can't I move? Matte. I was chained to a wall, wasn't I? Where am I? Where's that creepy guy that was talking about training me? Kami-sama, I really want something to drink so breathing won't hurt so much.'

Vexation took hold as Takumi realized he was nude because of the cool draft that moved across his body. Being vulnerable made him uncomfortable, yet he could neither argue, nor cover himself up. There was no hint of Keisuke's scent, which meant whoever was bathing him had no right to touch him.

A feminine voice spoke near his head. "He's going to wake up soon, Tung Tzu. If you plan to get him stitched up, you'd better do it before he can move."

"Agreed, Mitani. They tore his shoulders and back up rather badly the other night. I'm surprised he didn't die from the blood loss he suffered. This shonen is tougher than any of us expected him to be."

Another onna's voice commented, "He has a number of scars we'll need to remove before he can be used effectively outside of movie making. We can cover them for the films easily enough with makeup during filming so losses will be minimal."

Takumi felt the chain around his necklace move for whomever it was to get a clearer view of the pendant. "Keisuke-san likes his lovers to be tough. Keisuke has outdone himself this time. He's caught this unusually gorgeous shonen to get off on manipulating and using."

"Jealous, Mitani?" The heavily accented male voice baited the onna in a cruel tone. Pain flared through Takumi's shoulders as the man spoke. The burning itch continued after the sponge finished scouring his wounds clean. Sharp pricks, and burning tugs increased his skin's pulsing and twitching discomfort.

A derisive snort followed. "Keisuke's decided this shonen's his exclusive, and personally trained property. I pity this poor shonen for having accepted this necklace from Keisuke-san. I know well how impossible it is to meet Keisuke's expectations. I wonder where the matching ring that belongs with this necklace is. Only if both pieces of jewelry remain on this shonen's body, will Keisuke come for him. This necklace, combined with the matching ring, guarantees Keisuke will show up. We need to get the ring back from Ideguchi's goons, Kahori-sama. Keisuke will go to any extreme necessary to retrieve this jewelry set." Takumi found himself wishing he could shudder over the venom tinged explanation as his pendant was released.

"Nani gives you that idea, Akiho?" The other female voice asked. "Unless he shows up, he'll never know that the necklace is in my possession. Of course we'll have to break the chain to get it off his neck it looks like. I've never seen a clasp quite like this one before."

The teen wondered at the familiarity of the onna's name he heard. The sensations of being scrubbed clean dropped ever lower. The name surfaced and clicked. Akiho was the name of the onna that had shot Keisuke in the shoulder after he dumped her.

Anger tinged Akiho's voice. "Leave it on the shonen's neck, Kahori-sama. I know about this creepy damned necklace, and have no reason to lie to you. This necklace has been in Keisuke's family for several centuries. I learned all about the pair of necklaces and rings that have been passed through his family as a set when you sent me to destroy the Walking Man gang. I learned plenty about Keisuke during the time I was around him. He's downright superstitious about this necklace and the matching ring. No matter how crazy it may sound to you, there are several bizarre stories about this set of jewelry being cursed when they were first made."

"Well aren't you being a bit of a drama queen, Akiho-chan?" The other onna's voice charged.

"I heard too many stories about how a Shinto priest made this set of jewelry. All of the stories say he cursed the jewelry to destroy anyone that takes a necklace or ring from the rightful owner. The couple that inherits has to swear some kind of sacred vow upon receiving the set that crazy priest made. Someone has obviously taken part of this shonen's half of the legacy set. Aren't the hospitalized enforcers going to be killed to keep them from talking? Nani if that's the curse on the ring waking up, Kahori-sama? If the stories I've heard are real, the ring will be in Keisuke's hands within a few days if one of those men took it. Otherwise, whoever has it out of the group that returned has to put it back where it belongs."

A different, much softer feminine voice spoke in a language Takumi did not know. The deeper male voice answered in the same sing song language as his body was poked, pricked and prodded. A hazy memory of the Chinaman dressed in yellow, red, and black trimmed silk, with a long beard flashed into Takumi's mind.

The teen found himself wishing the necklace he was wearing had a curse on it that would strike the Chinaman dead before he could molest him. Takumi felt his butt cheeks being separated. Fear flashed though Takumi's body that he had run out of time, and was much too helpless. If he could have moved, Takumi would have leapt off the surface he was face down upon. Takumi wanted to escape whomever was messing with his sphincter with the sum of his being. Yet, Takumi's body continued to ignore his mental commands to move. The sponge went back to work cleaning him up.

The imperious female voice sounded thoughtful as the conversation tugged at Takumi's thoughts. "I don't believe in curses. However, I've been to Africa several times and have heard similar stories time and again. Slave traders from Africa love to tell outrageous stories about Voodoo priests causing horrible deaths through inexplicable means. They call curses by the name of hexes as I understand it. I suppose it doesn't matter if we leave the necklace around his neck for now. Perhaps this supposed curse will help us seize Takahashi. If he's as superstitious as you think, he'll definitely be compelled to act, Akiho."

Disgust churned in his guts as Takumi was forced to endure the gentle probes of his body. Humiliation and fury flashed through him as the things his captor had said earlier about his face rose, rendering him terrified of true defilement at any moment as the male voice again spoke in that other language.

"I agree, Tung Tzu. He looks like he's experienced to me as well. Since Akiho sounds so certain Takahashi will come for this shonen, it seems we should consider the best trap to lay once you finish sewing his back up. I think he'll do quite well in performing his role for us once those scars are removed. I'll send for the creams in the morning."

"This shonen will only do anything you want so long as you keep him paired with Keisuke, Kahori-sama. One thing Keisuke excels at is being addictive in bed. Sex is the only thing he isn't selfish about. Keisuke turns his full, very intense, focused attention on someone, and makes certain they get off in more ways than one. It feeds his extremely huge ego. I bet this shonen's already too spoiled by Keisuke to even get hard for anyone else. If you don't believe me, test him." The knowing tone of the onna Takumi realized was Keisuke's insane ex girlfriend made him want to cringe.

It was mortifying to be spoken about as if he were an object. Akiho's challenge about testing him made Takumi's blood freeze in his veins, even if she was singing praises about Keisuke while doing so. A tiny shiver was all Takumi could manage as his nether regions were touched again. He tried to close his mind and awareness off out of desperation so he would not have to feel the slick finger that began to molest his anal ring in earnest after her lofty challenge was aired.

"I've already factored that into my plans, Akiho. Takahashi completely ruined you, and will answer for that before long. I have enough tincture to insure this shonen's body will cooperate with me, even if his mind rebels against performing as I command. Once I have Takahashi in my stable, I plan to use his unusual talents to the fullest. I have clients that will beg for appointments once I control his body." That imperious voice held a gloating tone that made Takumi's stomach roil in abhorrence.

All of Takumi's mental efforts failed to seal his awareness away from the nauseating, repulsive fingers pushing and probing his weakest point inside his channel. If he'd had enough fluids left in his system to vomit, Takumi would have hurled his guts up. The fingers trying to get him to react finally withdrew as Takumi mentally shuddered over the possibility of the man present going even further with his nightmarish testing of whether or not he could make him hard.

"Remarkable. Even so sedated he can't possibly prevent his body from responding to stimulus, this shonen shows no reaction internally. Other men react internally when their prostate is massaged with the butterfly pattern." The man's foreign accent slapped Takumi's ears like an accusation.

"Superior training techniques will do no good without that drug of yours, Kahori-sama. Keisuke's already made sure of that." Akiho sounded smug to Takumi.

The unexpected smell of antiseptic burned Takumi's nose. His wrists and other raw spots began to sting as each was tended. Something was wound around his wrists. Bandages were being applied to the fierce stinging spots on his shoulders and back as someone in this twisted group finished caring for his wounds.

Takumi's lethargic state made any action beyond a twitch impossible. He was turned over by several sets of hands and the bath resumed. Relief was very short lived over his ass being temporarily out of easy reach. The softer childish voice flowed over his ears again in that other language. He felt the sponge move over his chest and throat. Brisk toweling, as the sponge moved lower, followed the damp motions.

A hand touched his flaccid member as a quiet giggle left someone's mouth. Takumi's soul rebelled at being touched by anyone other than Keisuke once more. The sponge was moving over his dick and balls moments later. Satisfied that part was clean enough, the washer moved down his legs to scrub all the way down his legs. The sponge dipped between his toes, followed by the drying towel.

Takumi's head was lifted and something touched his lips after the bath was completed. The image of the thin bearded oriental man that had been violating him evaporated as water with an unusual musty tang trickled into his mouth. Extreme thirst took over as Takumi sought to swallow the precious moisture wetting his tongue. The container was pulled away too soon. Lightheaded fuzziness rose to cloud his mind a few moments later. Takumi felt a staggering jolt of renewed terror. He realized too late that the water was drugged, and he was again losing consciousness.

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