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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series	By : kurahieiritrJIO Category: +G to L > Initial D Views: 2672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-As the Smoke Clears
- 2-Smoke 2
- 3-Smoke 3
- 4-Smoke 4
- 5-Smoke 5
- 6-Smoke 6
- 7-Smoke 7
- 8-Smoke 8
- 9-Smoke 9
- 10-Smoke 10
- 11-Smoke 11
- 12-Smoke 12
- 13-Smoke 13
- 14-Smoke 14
- 15-Some 15
- 16-Smoke 16
- 17-Chapter 17
- 18-Smoke 18
- 19-Smoke 19
- 20-Smoke 20
- 21-Smoke 21
- 22-Smoke 22
- 23-Smoke 23
- 24-Smoke 24
- 25-Smoke 25
- 26-Smoke 26
- 27-Smoke 27
- 28-Smoke 28
- 29-Smoke 29
- 30-Smoke 30
- 31-Smoke 31
- 32-Smoke 32
- 33-Smoke 33
- 34-Smoke 34
- 35-Smoke 35
- 36-Smoke 36
- 37-Smoke 37
- 38-Smoke 38
- 39-Smoke 39
- 40-Smoke 40
- 3
- 4
- 5
CHAPTER 4

(WARNINGS: lemon scented Rape Flashback twistedness)

Two nude men from adjoining cells were sitting next to Kahori's chair. Takumi was on his stomach with his arm twisted behind his back and a thick weighty knee rammed into the small of his back to keep him down. He was furious that he had only managed to bring one of the beefy guards down before getting overpowered by the others. Itsuke was screaming, whining, and pleading. Smell of something burning, acrid, pungent, nauseating as he heard another agonized scream followed by retching noises. . . . Muscles clenched as Takumi tried to find enough strength to throw his captor off to save Itsuke. Sick horror clogged his throat over the knowledge Itsuke was paying yet again for his unruly temper.

'Getting up slowly to face the mask wearing psychotic bitch he wanted to kill so desperately as her lips twitched into a pleasant smile beneath the paint splattered porcelain mask. "As I was saying before you, Fujiwara, interrupted me, Noda is here to instruct you. You will learn to do any sexual acts required of you. I suggest you do well. Otherwise, Itsuke-kun will lose more fingers. Any questions, Fujiwara?" . . .

The amber haired man shot upright in bed shaking because of the impressions and harsh sensations crowding his awareness. 'Damn, nightmare's an understatement this time.'

Takumi threw off his covers and lurching out of bed. Sick to his core, Takumi was driven to vomit. A few sluggish steps brought him into a solid wall of familiar heat. Arms were wrapping around him to steady his wobbling body.

"Are you okay? Nani were you dreaming?" Keisuke's hand was brushing his sweat saturated hair away from his eyes Takumi realized as his mind fought the medication. Every muscle was locking as images swamped his mind. His hand clamped over his mouth as he swallowed rapidly to keep his stomach down.

"Furoba, quick," flashed from his mouth as Takumi gave a weak push against Keisuke's chest. He felt Keisuke's grip shift as he was half carried into the darkened room. His knees buckled as Takumi grabbed for the porcelain while insistent images sucked him into the cell he had escaped.

'Tung-Tzu was snarling something at him as spittle sprinkled his face. Chained as he was, he could not stop the scraggly bearded bastard from grabbing his throbbing dick in a vicious hold. Excruciating pain ripped through his guts blinding him to whatever words were flowing from the angry Chinaman's mouth.

Being chained tight to the cell bars by both wrists and one foot, with another chain on his other ankle to keep his legs pried open made it impossible to stop the beastly man from shoving something into his ass while maintaining a painful grip on his sensitive manhood. Whatever it was being forced into his body was not anyone's dick because it felt weirdly rough and cold.

Another hazy face was looming over him. Takumi could not make out details because his body was on fire and his eyes not working right. He could not stop shivering from the insane heat threatening to melt his bones. Buckling to the inevitable, Takumi turned his head to the side and accepted the dick prodding his face into his mouth. He wanted to gag, or bite down out of sheer fury but didn't dare. They would hurt Itsuke far worse if he bit this man's cock too. How many dicks had he bitten already? Get whoever it was off without fail was the only answer left, if a nauseating one.

Blocking out all thought about his actions, Takumi went to work on the rigid member in his mouth. Lacking the girth of Keisuke's arousals, it was easy enough to wrap his mouth and tongue around the offending shaft. How long he was trapped into the revolting task Takumi did not know. Sour ejaculate slammed into the back of his throat giving Takumi no choice but to swallow since his mouth was too full of the other man's erection to spit it out. Another shudder of disgust ripped through Takumi's frame as the stranger pulled away.

Pain melded into ecstacy without rhyme or reason as a series of strong pulses flared through his groin and sweet spot from the object being manipulated inside his ass. Takumi felt physically raw and sickened to the core as his cock and ass pulsed in time to the horrific bombardment. The amber haired man could hear voices in the cell, yet their words made no sense. Finally his body went blessedly limp as he felt relief flooding his system. Feeling so filthy that he desperately needed to puke, Takumi squirmed to the edge of the cot although it nearly tore his shoulder out of it's socket and let his head hang over the side while his stomach heaved and pitched.

His stomach was still rebelling as Takumi returned to himself. He clung to the toilet panting. He had no idea when Keisuke had turned on the light. Repeatedly his stomach surged as the same images and sensations replayed. The sour taste of remembered cum washed across his tongue. Revulsion intensified as he heaved with nothing in his stomach to ease his clenching guts upheaval.

'Was that a frequent occurrence, the way it seems?' That thought sent shivers of horror flashing across Takumi's conscience.

'How many times was Itsuke trapped in the same cell with me and tortured until I caved to end his beatings? How often did I fight guards knowing Itsuke would suffer for it? They weren't Keisuke so their hard-ons didn't belong near my mouth. I bit them whenever they shoved their dicks in my face. Itsuke got the shit beat out of him every time I refused to give head to those bastards.'

It took all his mental foci to hear Keisuke's calm voice as the blond slid a damp cloth across his neck and face. "Nani were you dreaming, Takumi? I'm here for you to talk to, my own."

Takumi lifted his head after the spasms eased, and looked at Keisuke. "My dream was about Kahori's overseer, Tung-Tzu. He was grabbing my dick and twisting it while saying something I can't understand. The pain's so intense I can't hear him because I'm screaming. Itsuke's whimpering in the background. I . . . I had to obey Tung Tzu's orders, . . . There's nothing I can do because I'm chained to the cell bars on the one side, and the floor on the other with my legs spread wide open. They'll start beating on Itsuke again if I bite the dick that's getting shoved in my face. I can remember biting a couple of others, and Itsuke was the one that paid for it. It was so damned real that I puked."

Keisuke's hand cupped his cheek in a gentle caress as he spoke. "I would have puked my guts up if a memory like that surfaced. We already know you and Takeuchi were viciously tortured and rape was involved. I'm thankful that you survived. Kahori and her flunkies are a different story. If I'd had any idea that you'd been gang raped when I got in there, I'd have killed every last one of them, and to hell with the law."

As if a constricting band around his heart snapped, Takumi felt the smothering tightness loosen. Relief of sorts spread through him, yet Takumi still felt horrible guilt gnawing at his core. "You and Itsuke are my whole world, and I'm terrified that I'm losing both of you. Whatever happened in there is destroying everyone I love. That keeps running through my mind. This feeling like I cheated on you is crushing me because . . . I have to remember!"

"I've heard that other men from her compound attached slut houses said you were getting the same treatment they got, Takumi. They've given fairly graphic descriptions of the brainwashing process. They follow orders of a sexual nature without question. Kahori used extreme pain to force them into compliance using hypnotically implanted trigger phrases. Once the sexual act was completed, the unbearable pain was counteracted through strong sexual gratification to give the victim relief from the drugs."

His head jerked toward Keisuke as he met his lover's dark blue eyes. He was surprised that Keisuke had supplied a piece of the puzzle without a fight. Their gazes locked. Feeling like he would shatter if Keisuke's stare wavered, or showed any hint of revulsion, Takumi dropped his gaze. His hands curled into fists as he shifted so his body settled onto his heels. He knew about that unbearable pain all too well.

"Once again you know more than me about my captivity, and kept your mouth shut. Kami-sama, I need to know everything you've been told, Keisuke. I can't figure out whether or not I'm remembering things, or hallucinating. . . . Tell me the truth."

Sliding longer fingers through his damp hair in a familiar caress, Keisuke kept his voice soft as he spoke. "Perhaps you think it'll help, . . . but, I don't want you overwhelmed, my own heart. Some of the things being revealed make me think Takeuchi's right. Getting too much information too quickly could unhinge your mind, Takumi. Things I've heard are so horrible I want to beg you to forgive me."

After a brief flicker of extreme indecision, Takumi clenched his jaw against sourness clogging his throat. Perhaps the loosening constricted feeling in his chest was the medication coming to his rescue a second time. Continuing to dig for information was too important for him to back down due to nagging anxiety he could not understand. "I have to know, Keisuke. I can't stand being this way! How can I deal with this so long as I'm in the dark?"

Keisuke sighed and slipped his back against the wall so he was on his heels beside him. "Detective Eiichi had the music from your cell block analyzed. There were subliminal messages in it. The messages break down normal sexual inhibitions. People that hear them long enough will act out sexual fantasies of even the most taboo and dangerous types. The drug's effects, . . . well you know better than I'll ever understand. Combined with the messages, it's not surprising you're feeling out of control."

Keisuke pulled him into a loose hug. Allowing his head to rest against Keisuke's chest, Takumi took a deep bracing breath and wrapped his arms around the blond's waist. Hearing Keisuke's heart beat steady beneath his ear soothed his raw nerves.

"Several victims can't stand it if they don't get laid frequently because of leeching from the same drug. They had to put some of them in secure rooms in the psychiatric ward to prevent them from raping other patients. Several men are kept heavily sedated because they flip out if they aren't sexually active even without the drugs giving them an excuse. The same thing is happening with some of the onnas. All of those people came from your level of cells, sweetheart. Everything points to Kahori training you to become one of her whores. They brought in the slut and whore house residents that were busted also. Minasan is in the psychiatric level of this hospital that doesn't need critical care. Most of them are so brainwashed it will take years for them recover."

Mind racing, Takumi wondered if the music had created his sudden, unexpected, yet extremely uncomfortable attraction to Itsuke. His mind shied from the thought as if burned. He sought to slam the door on the unwanted shift in his heart. "Makes me wonder if that's the reason Itsuke's not speaking to anyone."

"Probably. Leamas sama is working with Takeuchi. I know he wasn't drugged like you were. His homophobic personality got hit damned hard with all kinds of gay images if that overseer was having other men shove their dicks in your face in front of him."

"I kind of remember hearing music. Sometimes I thought I heard a soft voice that I couldn't quite understand. My body was burning up, and I hurt like hell until I passed out. I remember that much. Maybe Tung Tzu coming into the cell, and twisting my dick until I was screaming also happened."

"Tell me about things you think happened? Whether it proves to be a hallucination, or something real doesn't matter. How can I help you through this if you won't trust me to stay with you, Takumi?"

"Lying is the last thing I want to do. . . . Something happened that you and Itsuke should hate me for keeps racing around my head. Feels like a stranger's rattling around inside me waiting for a chance to get out. It scares the hell out of me. My desperation to sleep with you earlier seems to be tied to my need to get rid of the filthy way I feel. Something in me believes that if you can still love me, I'll get free of the sick feelings. Everything in my head scares me. I can't control, or understand most of it."

Heart pounding, Takumi fought with himself. Losing Keisuke because of his growing certainty of out of control actions terrified Takumi. Strong arms were tightening around him to offer support and comfort. Surrounded by Keisuke's security offering warmth and clean scent shredded his heart.

"Nothing will stop me from loving you, Takumi. Even if things we find out hurt like hell, I know you couldn't stop them from happening. You've always suffered alone since you never had anyone to rely on. However long you need to lean on me is fine because I won't abandon you even if you try to make me, Takumi."

Unexpected frigid pressure overcame Takumi. Words were tumbled from his lips. "I don't know how . . . Not knowing nani is real . . . is killing me!"

Kahori's snide tone flashed in his ears. "You two are not very convincing."

He nipped Itsuke's lower lip followed by his tongue sliding against Itsuke's clenched teeth knowing they were in real trouble. Itsuke unclenched his teeth a moment later, allowing his tongue to slide into his mouth as if understanding had wormed past his agony, shock, and fear. Teasing Itsuke's tongue with his, Takumi hoped he would follow his lead, and even start to participate despite how awful it had to be for his best friend. It was a fleeting relief when Itsuke started to mimic his tongue flicks. Some of the tension was draining from Itsuke's body as he returned the gesture with the awkwardness of complete ignorance.

"It looks like I chose incorrectly, Noda. At this rate we'll all die of boredom before anything interesting happens. In this business, clients want gratification. So, who do you think should do Fujiwara's evaluation?" Fear slammed though him as Takumi tried to search for a way to protect Itsuke. All he could think to do was force Itsuke into arousal and then get him off the way Kahori was demanding. His hand slid lower as he caught Itsuke's eye. Fear shone in liquid brown orbs as they looked at each other while Takumi let his hand drift down his best friend's side.

Much as he did not want to think about it, kissing Itsuke had been anything but revolting. Terror was to blame, Takumi told himself as he slid off the couch and wrapped his hand around Itsuke's limp dick. The drug was making his thoughts thick and sluggish. Crushing weight was squeezing his ribs and lungs. Fear of Itsuke paying an even greater price for his disobedience firmed his resolve as he slid his best friend's dick into his mouth praying that Itsuke would forgive him some day.

'Did I actually kiss Itsuke, and go down on him to keep Kahori from hurting him?' The question rammed jagged ice chunks into Takumi's veins. He had gotten turned on by seducing Itsuke. There was no salvaging their relationship because Itsuke knew the truth. Itsuke understood it was not the drug's doing. Worse, it was infidelity of the most unforgivable kind because he was attached to Itsuke so deeply that caring about his well-being was the same as breathing.

By comprehending his changing feelings, Itsuke was unforgivably hurt. Unexpected emotions that Takumi had never imagined existed had caused their estrangement. Itsuke's absence flayed Takumi's conscience. Recognition of his guilt sapped his internal strength. Fast rising memories of Itsuke's pained expression, and coerced participation began twisting his emotions into knots of hellishly deep shame.

Everything had been destroyed. It was understandable that Itsuke could not stand to look at him. Had they not been Kahori's prisoners, Itsuke would not have gotten hurt because of his crossing lines best left inviolate. His foundations rocked dangerously as the sluggish memories triggered feelings Takumi knew should not exist, yet continued surfacing with growing strength. He could not squash the rising emotions as he shook in Keisuke's hold.

Inspecting these new emotions flowing through his being, Takumi had to acknowledge the truth. Looks had nothing to do with this milder, growing attraction to Itsuke. He could not figure out when or where the tenuous feelings started. On some level, Takumi reckoned this emotional attachment to Itsuke had always lurked beneath the surface. This deep affection had waited for an opportunity to spring into life. This long-standing partiality toward Itsuke was vastly different from his all consuming passionate love for Keisuke.

Softly companionable, familiar, protective, unconditionally accepting, and languid feelings pulled him toward Itsuke, despite his looks, and bad habits. Nothing was extreme about this awakening love toward Itsuke. The gentle tenderness of their familiar bond contented something long muddled within himself. Protective instincts had unveiled the sum of those quiet feelings hidden so deep inside. Takumi knew his heart's attachment to Itsuke would never fade, especially after such an unexpected surfacing. Being Itsuke's rock to lean on was genuinely half of his reason for existence.

Wildly forceful, uninhibited needs, real connectedness, reliability, security, genuine passion, competitiveness, vibrant responsiveness, and intensely powerful love drove him into Keisuke's arms. Arguments were inevitable because Keisuke was so virile, unshakable, and pushy. Sometimes Takumi felt overwhelmed, and completely outclassed by Keisuke's raw and uninhibited maleness. When he was near Keisuke, everything got intense enough to drown all of his doubts and fears within his lover's convictions. Loving Keisuke filled him with a new awareness of being alive. Because of Keisuke's unwavering support, reaching beyond old boundaries became another form of breathing. Believing he was secure to make mistakes gave Takumi the other half of his existence.

Frenzied emotions after hearing Itsuke's agonized screams must have sent him over the edge into genuine insanity. Family love that failed to protect Itsuke from harm had floundered and unleashed an unknown part of his heart that shouted its presence into his soul's awareness as his desperation grew. Takumi crossed the wrong line, and sincerely molested Itsuke on the pretext of protecting him. Tumbling into a sick trap before he knew the danger, he had drug Itsuke down with him.

Trying to prevent additional injury, he had kissed Itsuke. Awkwardly innocent, Itsuke's clumsiness began to unravel his protective intentions. Drugs had not helped Takumi keep any distance once Itsuke accepted his lips covering his. Once his teeth unlocked, Takumi discovered teaching Itsuke how to kiss was sparking something far more dangerous within himself. He started wanting Itsuke's virginity, and deepest affections.

In so many ways Takumi knew he had failed his best friend, and his lover. Maybe, like Keisuke, near death was necessary for him to see uncomfortable truths staring him in the face. A car accident had forced Keisuke's uneasy acceptance of loving him. Now, Takumi was bitterly swallowing an unwanted sexually inclined affection for Itsuke because his heart's brother was tortured in front of him. However, unlike Keisuke's original dilemma of accepting one forbidden love, his heart was fracturing over very different, yet equally profound loves. Takumi knew he had been unfaithful to Keisuke. It was an accident triggered by overwhelming panic, yet that made no difference to him. He had done the unthinkable on several levels. To Takumi, there was no excuse, nor forgiveness for his betrayal.

"If Kahori really made me, . . . Oh Kami-sama, it can't be real. Onegai, tell me I'm not remembering, Keisuke. Tell me Itsuke doesn't have that . . . kind of reason . . . to hate me!"

"Calm down. It's going to be okay. I don't know if you're remembering things that happened, or hallucinating from the drug leech. I'm never going to leave you over a damned drug making you do crazy things, Takumi. Nothing that happened while you were Kahori's prisoner counts. Do you understand me? Tell me whatever your thinking you remember, my own. I swear I won't get angry with you."

Takumi burrowed his forehead deeper into Keisuke's chest as he began shaking in earnest. He bit his tongue as his teeth chattered. Icy claws had thickened and expanded within his blood vessels. Certainty that he was reliving his captivity in his dreams solidified. Cold dread and guilt began crushing him. Takumi felt as if his core self was cracking under the strain. Words tumbled from his lips, unstoppable and damning to his own ears as they rickocheted around the tiny bathroom.

"She had Itsuke's pinky torn off and was threatening to rip more of them off if I didn't obey. I couldn't stop, . . . Couldn't breathe right, but I had to save Itsuke. . . . He's as important to me as you are, Keisuke. . . . I couldn't think of a way out . . . I tried, . . . my mind wouldn't work. The tea messed me up . . . Every time I tried to think, . . . it was so slow I couldn't understand. . . .They kept saying things, . . . I told Itsuke gomen nasai. . . . I think I said it before . . . I tried to keep from freaking him out, . . . do their test, . . . Her butcher threw him . . . she'd keep torturing him. . . . Itsuke was yelling . . . to chop him up instead. . . . I caught him, . . . Kahori said he had to do the test . . . I kissed him, . . . to save him, . . . from that bitch's butcher. . . .She said she wasn't convinced. . . Had to do something else . . . Kami-sama, I think I, . . . I couldn't think of anything else to do, . . . Itsuke's avoiding me because of, . . . I must have hurt him. . . . I panicked."

External warmth became a vice grip. Frozen horror compressed inside his chest, counterpointed by soul cracking fissures of regret as he tried to push Keisuke away. Having admitted so much, Takumi felt himself shattering. " I don't remember everything they made me do to save him, Keisuke! I couldn't let her . . . so she wouldn't . . . I keep thinking, . . . I was trying to protect him, . . . It's not supposed to, . . ."

Keisuke's voice rumbled up and vibrated against his body as the wiry blond snarled loud enough to be heard over his own rambling. "So help me, Kami-sama, I'm going to kill that sick bitch if it's the last thing I ever do. Who gave her the right to drug you and order you to fuck Itsuke up by ordering you to screw him or she would kill him."

"I think I hurt Itsuke. . . . I can't remember . . . It's my fault! . . . He's not speaking because of . . . Did I do more than a blow job? . . . Nani did I do to him when I was out of my mind?"

"Calm down. Focus on breathing, Takumi. Breathe slow and deep. You're hyperventilating, my own. Slow down. I'm not going anywhere. Trust me. You didn't have any choice. I'm glad you saved Itsuke's life. Do you hear me? You were right to do whatever she demanded. Stay with me, Takumi. Shit, your skin's icy. Breathe, my own. You have to calm down. Hang on, Takumi. Focus on breathing slower."

Clinging to Keisuke's warmth, and voice, Takumi tried to rally his fast waning strength. Numbness was taking over. " Fuck, I'm calling the medical staff."

Exhaustion sucked Takumi into a dark mire that effortlessly suffocated him. Even his capacity to understand Keisuke's voice was failing. He was dimly aware of being jostled. The mire sucked him under and Takumi knew nothing more.

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As the Smoke Clears #4 in Rivalry Series