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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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- 1-All For Love
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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.

CHAPTER 43

Mitani Akiho was in charge of drawing the yaoi manga featuring Tak and Keisuke-san, so was again visiting his and Tak's cell. "I'll make this a quick session."

"You're back to cause Tak more grief." Itsuke snapped at the nude beauty. Akiho plopped onto the end of Tak's bed with her sketch pad. More than anything Mitani thrived on saying vicious about Keisuke. Her presence insured Tak would be pissed off for the rest of the day. It was as if Mitani was determined to destroy Tak's faith in Keisuke. Itsuke was developing a healthy dose of doubts, so could only imagine how much worse everything was for his best friend.

"You made a great model while you were so ill, Fujiwara-kun. Let's hope you continue cooperating. After all, Itsuke-kun here is the one that will suffer if you don't."

"Mitani, stop threatening Itsuke." Tak growled. With his arms chained, he could not cover himself to prevent her from rudely staring at his body.

"You must be very addicted to Keisuke to have accepted a legacy necklace. Do you really think you can fill his demands, Fujiwara?"

"Love isn't the same as an addiction, Akiho. Keisuke's not the person you used to know. He's changed." Tak snapped.

"Oh really? Don't you find it odd that Keisuke was keeping such important secrets from you all this time if he had really changed, Fujiwara-kun? Hikaru was supposed to go to Keisuke's family. The judge signed my musuko over to Keisuke's ryōshin before he was born. The court sent me to the mental hospital to serve my sentence. Hikaru is that cold-blooded bastard's musuko, and that's painfully obvious if you look at him."

Tak sighed, looking resigned."I don't understand naze they haven't done anything if a judge gave Keisuke's ryōshin custody. Keisuke told me about you needing some kind of surgery so you wouldn't suffer. He said you bit through a heavy leather belt to muffle your screams every month, Mitani. It sounded like you couldn't even have children. Keisuke also said abuse had so wounded you that you couldn't recover from it. He hates talking about you because it reminds him of his stubborn refusal to accept that you couldn't get better."

"Hikaru shouldn't be rotting away in this damned place."

"Keisuke must not know he exists, Mitani! If you had stayed where the law told you to be, your musuko would be with Kasān Yukiko right now." Tak growled right back.

"Tak's right! Keisuke-san wouldn't abandon any child of his to this kind of life if he knew they existed. He may be stern because he got sick of being treated like a bank account, but that doesn't make him cold-blooded, Mitani. Tak wouldn't be with him if he was that kind of asshole." Itsuke grumbled in support.

"I know Takahashi Keisuke. He's a cold-blooded bastard at heart, Fujiwara-kun! Nothing will stop him once he decides he wants something. Kahori-sama will try to use you as a shield when he shows up, and you'll learn the hard way! Keisuke-san has no qualms about letting others get hurt when he's angry."

"I see you're tormenting your rival for Takahashi's affection again, Mitani. Jealousy is such an ugly thing." Tung Tzu stopped in front of their cell. Itsuke looked over and saw three sizeable men waiting outside as the Chinaman entered. He unlocked Itsuke's shackles and pointed out of the room. "You and Mitani go to the left side and stand. Kahori wants you at the meeting, Mitani."

Once Itsuke was in the corridor, one brute went in carrying a set of shackles. Soon He pushed Tak, with chains on his legs, into the narrow corridor. His best friend limped badly. Tung Tzu moved toward the upper level, forcing them to follow. They had destroyed the heavy brace in Tak's desperate fight. His leg needed a cast of some sort, yet was bare. Itsuke wondered how much his friend was hurting as they went up the staircase.

Itsuke dreaded this meeting. Tak was pissed because of Mitani's jabs. Learning that Keisuke had not told him about having children was a harsh blow. Tak had also defied Kahori trying to save Arai and his onēchan. He had been beaten down by the thugs escorting them the last time he had met Kahori-sama. This time, they did not drug Tak out of his mind, nor in such pitiful shape. Still, Tak could not win if he tried to fight. Mitani's warning that he would pay for anything Tak did wrong was replaying in Itsuke's mind as he walked.

They came abreast of the traditional table Kahori-sama often sat at for meetings. Two children were busy doing assignments. "Hikaru, how are the lessons going?" Mitani asked, stopping to chat. Itsuke heard Tak's sharp breath as he looked back over his shoulder at the two children.

The shonen was looking up as he answered. "I did my lesson right, Haha. Kahori-sama said it was acceptable the first time yesterday."

Tung Tzu snapped as he forced them to halt. "Mitani, this is not the time for idle chitchat. Leave them alone. Kahori-sama does not like being made to wait."

Itsuke watched as the youngsters jumped with fear on their faces. They put their heads back down and continued working. Tak looked pale as he was prodded forward again. Tung Tzu led them to a closed door in another part of the building. Tung Tzu opened the door and waved them inside.

A table stood near the door. A tablecloth covered the lumpy surface. A leather clad, white-haired onna sat on a stool near the table. The other side of the room looked like someone's living room. Kahori was sitting in a chair. Two men were sitting on their haunches beside her chair. Itsuke recognized one of them from trips through the cell block to answer Kahori's questions. A large sofa, end tables, and a coffee table completed the room's furnishings.

Two thugs stepped between him and Tak, and the third walked closer to the cloth-covered table. Kahori set her cup on the coffee table. This time her mask was a dark jumble of paint splatters as she turned to look at them. A slave had coiled her hair at the back of her head, instead of in an elaborate Geisha style. Her clothing was modern, yet casual. Mitani dropped beside the two men, sitting cross legged on the floor. She busied herself with drawing.

Kahori's voice was conversational. "Well, it looks like you've recovered nicely, Fujiwara. Seventeen days of rest has done wonders for you. All the bruises have faded, and your wounds have healed. Of course had you not been so determined to kill yourself three days after you arrived, you wouldn't have needed the extra time to recover from your stupidity."

"There was nothing stupid about trying to help that girl. She didn't deserve to be hurt that way." Tak's voice was a chest deep growl.

"You wish to try my patience, shonen? That's not wise. Itsuke-kun's not so valuable that he can escape your punishments. Keep that in mind before you open your mouth again." Kahori's tone was frigid. Itsuke swallowed hard, watching Tak's rigid back.

"Silence is safer for you both, I think. It's time you began working off the debt you owe the Syndicate. I'm sure you have some idea of how this works. Don't you, Fujiwara-kun?"

"Nani do you want from me? Mitani and the others have been harassing me nonstop about Keisuke, and drawing me for your damned yaoi series. Isn't that enough? Do you think I'll help you grab Keisuke or something?"

"That has nothing to do with our current agenda. Although Ideguchi's recklessness has caused problems, you can do several things starting this afternoon to repay your debt."

"Nani?" Tak sounded wary. Itsuke had a very bad feeling about Kahori's agenda. A trickle of sweat slid down his back as Itsuke waited for Tak's explosion.

"You will be working with these shonen. Your instructor is over there. . . . " Kahori pointed to the leather wearing onna.

"Instructor?" Tak's tone held a dangerous edge.

"That's the last time you will ever interrupt me." Kahori clapped her hands once. From behind, a massive hand dropped onto Itsuke's shoulder. He found himself roughly shoved toward the table. Where had the fourth guard come from? The third thug grabbed Itsuke's forearm and jerked him to the side of the table, flipping back the cover to reveal sharp looking objects that Itsuke could not name. Jerking back with all of his strength did no good. The two larger men moved him forward easily. The one holding his wrist shoved his arm into a round tube, and slammed the top closed. Itsuke saw Tak struggling with the other guards. The last guard trotted over and helped restrain Tak as Itsuke struggled to get his arm free.

Once they had Tak's snarls muffled, Kahori spoke in a calm voice. "It's unfortunate that your friend is so thoughtless of your well being, Itsuke-kun. As your friend's whipping boy, . . . you must suffer in his place. I think one finger will suffice. Pray Fujiwara behaves himself after this, shonen."

The beefy guard picked up a strange looking pair of oddly angled pliers. Grabbing his pinky finger and shoving it between the plier's jaws, the guard began tightening the tool around his finger.

"Matte! Give me a chance to tal . . . " Pain shot up Itsuke's arm from his hand cutting off his thought. Burning lanced through his hand and arm as the pressure increased. The sickening sensation of bone grinding under that horrible force robbed Itsuke of breath. Itsuke felt a howl pour out of his mouth while his legs collapsed. Dizziness set in as bile rose, choking off his scream. Agony shifted to horrific throbbing as Itsuke retched.

"Well you certainly have an impressive set of lungs, Itsuke-kun." Kahori's voice intruded on his misery. "Cauterize it. If he's fortunate, Fujiwara has gotten the message."

Another wave of burning agony shot along Itsuke's appendage. A disgusting smell assailed his nose as sweat and tears poured down his face. Shuddering whimpers were all Itsuke could manage as his guts twisted, inducing more puking. The fast cycling throbs pulsed along his nerve endings reducing his limbs to rubbery states.

"As I was saying before Fujiwara interrupted me, Noda is here to instruct you, Fujiwara. 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?"

Another shudder consumed him as Itsuke felt the hard metal trap release his arm. He slumped against the table leg, gripping his wrist hard. His eyes closed as Itsuke tried to stop sobs from escaping his throat.

Itsuke heard Tak's shaky voice answering Kahori. "I'll try to do whatever you want. . . . Leave Itsuke alone, onegai."

"Excellent. Get Itsuke-kun cleaned up, and that hand bandaged. . . . Noda, you may begin teaching Fujiwara."

"Hai, Kahori-sama." Itsuke heard the scrape of the stool near his position.

His head was still swimming as fire flashed along Itsuke's arm. Huge hands grabbed him under the armpits and hauled him up. The guard dumped cold water over his head. Icy rivulets flowed down his body, yet did nothing for his hand. The lightheadedness did not recede as Itsuke looked at the damage. His smallest finger was gone, a bad burn in its place.

Another voice was speaking. "Sit on the couch. I want to know everything sexual that you have done with your partners. Describe your bodies in relation to each other if you don't know names for positions. As an example, dog style is where both partners get on their knees with one facing away from their lover on their hands and knees during sex. The seme is the one that's doing the fucking, while the uke is the one that is getting screwed."

Itsuke looked over as Tak obeyed after shooting a quick glance his way. Tak was looking sick, and pale as he sat. "That tea is for you, Fujiwara. Be sure to drink it as you answer all of Noda's questions."

Tak looked at the coffee table turning bright red as he began to speak. "Um, Keisuke's the only person I've been with, . . . that way. I was freaked out about us both being men at first, so uh . . . Keisuke and I mostly played around, . . . instead of the anal sex. I had problems with the idea even though I love him . . . until recently. When we did more than play around, we usually faced each other, . . . laying down . . ."

"So, you only know missionary position? When you refer to playing around, do you mean blow jobs, jacking each other off, or exhibition masturbation for each other?" Noda asked.

Tak turned even darker red after half draining the tea cup. "Um, we've jerked each other off simultaneously and, . . . the blow jobs. . . . I also know about doggy style because we did that once."

"Stop lying to Kahori-sama and Noda. Keisuke isn't a boring sex routine kind of man." Mitani snapped. Itsuke cringed, still clutching his wrist.

"I'm not lying. Almost everything you want to know happened recently." Tak's hands tightened around his cup. "We were only together four times before Mogi shot us. . . . Keisuke knew I was having a problem with the idea of being uke so he gave me control . . . After Keisuke healed, my leg couldn't handle any kind of strain, . . . until recently. When we got together again, . . . after I got over my hangup . . . Keisuke was seme, . . . but we've always had to be careful with my leg."

"Kahori-sama, your new stud needs to be desensitized. He's so embarrassed that I'm surprised he's managed to get out this much vague information." The white-haired onna's hands were on her hips. Tak finished off the tea, looking like he wanted to be sick.

"Agreed, Noda. We'll have to make Fujiwara give a demonstration to start the process. Which shonen do you think should evaluate his current capabilities?"

Tak's cup clattered onto the coffee table, the blood draining from his face. Although his fingers were in jeopardy, Itsuke was infuriated. He found himself snapping, "I don't care if you chop me into little pieces, Kahori-sama. You can't make Tak do that!"

"Itsuke, don't say anything else!" Tak jumped up bellowing at him.

Itsuke saw his friend sway as a hand came up to cover half his face. His skin was shifting toward a pinkish color. Itsuke had seen this before in their cell. Kahori probably drugged Tak's tea. His best friend had mentioned his water tasting strange several times. Each time, Tak acted very strange for roughly an hour. One thing Itsuke had noticed was how his best friend writhed in his chains as his body got very aroused and he had problems breathing until the drug wore off. Itsuke could only turn his face away and try to block out the whimpers he heard.

"You love Keisuke-san, Tak. That's the reason for Mitani and Kahori trying to destroy you. They want to, . . . to get even with Keisuke-san . . . for things that have nothing to do with you!"

Kahori turned toward him. "Love is nothing more than an abscess that starts in one's brain, and to many an onna's misfortune, bursts out as babies, baka. Since you're so desperate to push your views on romanticized stupidity, you can help conduct the evaluation. Considering the signs of reticence Fujiwara displays, having someone he knows involved will make things easier."

Tak was shaking, eyes closed, and his expression bleak. The anguish in Tak's face was enough to make Itsuke's chest tighten to a painful degree. Itsuke's stomach roiled as he looked back at the slaver. Noda, and the slaves next to Kahori's feet were staring at him Itsuke realized. "Nani? I'm straight. I don't get into men."

"All the better, Itsuke-kun. That will mean that if he can arouse you, he has talent. I'm sure Fujiwara will be most cooperative very soon." Kahori spoke with a wave of her hand.

Itsuke found himself being shoved toward the couch. Trying to right his balance, Itsuke's arms swung forward to brace his fall. He tripped against the edge of the coffee table making it harder to stay on his feet. Tak's iron grip wrapped around his hurting wrist. His friend's lightning reflexes shifted Itsuke's stumbling fall to the side. They landed in a limb-tangled heap across the couch. His eyes widened as he saw how close his damaged hand had come to hitting the sofa arm. Only Tak's hold on his wrist had saved him from unimaginable agony when he instinctively reacted. Itsuke shuddered, knowing Tak had protected him.

Tak whispered. "I can't stand losing you by doing this. But, I don't know how else I can stop them from torturing you again. Gomen nasai, Itsuke."

Before he could think of a reply, Tak's other hand slid up his back, tugged his head down and kissed him. Incomprehension widened his eyes. He looked into storm gray eyes that glinted with unshed tears. This was nothing like Itsuke had ever done with Kazumi. Tak's mouth slanted over his, tongue sliding against the seam of his lips. Itsuke froze, unable to break free or react. Tak released his head and Itsuke pulled back.

"You two are not very convincing." Kahori's voice grated on Itsuke's ears.

From the corner of his eye, Tak's hold on his wrist snapped into stark relief. His agonized apology clicked in Itsuke's head. There was no way out that Tak could find. With Tak drugged, Itsuke wondered how to keep them both in good shape as his teeth clenched against the pain he felt. One thing he understood, Tak did not want to see him get hurt any worse. Itsuke decided to trust that Tak would not hurt him on purpose even if he was losing his mind to the drug.

Looking down he swallowed hard and whispered back. "You will always be my best friend. We have to get through this, but I don't know how."

"Neither one of us wants to be forced into something like this. Gomen nasai for everything, Itsuke. Try to relax, and follow my lead. I won't hurt you by kissing you. We have to keep your hand from hitting anything in the meantime. Roll onto the couch and keep it up, . . . so it's against the back."

He had a point. Kissing Tak might be weird, but it would not hurt him. Itsuke slid over onto the couch cushions as Tak released his wrist and lifted his damaged hand so it rested against the couch back. He noticed that it was getting harder for Tak to breathe as the drug took hold. Turning onto his side, Tak faced him. It was less shocking when Tak kissed him the second time. Again, Tak's lips slanted over his. There was no puckering of lips, or anything Itsuke had done when he kissed Kazumi.

Never had Itsuke thought to learn about anything other than driving from Tak. Now he was learning how to kiss from his life long friend. If not for how frightening the situation was, Itsuke would have laughed at the absurd way things were turning out. Itsuke tried to follow Tak's lead even though he felt uneasy. A startling nip to his lower lip was followed by Tak's tongue sliding against his teeth. The upside was that it distracted him from his hand's throbbing. The downside was that Itsuke had no idea of what Tak wanted from him for a moment.

Something he had read in his how to dating manual popped into Itsuke's head. He forced himself to unclench his teeth, remembering to breathe through his nose as the book had suggested. Tak's tongue slid into his mouth, tickling him as it moved against his own. Nothing in his dating book had prepared him for the reality of being kissed like this. Nothing childish existed in this contact. There was none of the innocence he knew. This was frightening and exciting at the same time. Unreal and jarring sensation skittered up Itsuke's spine. He started to mimic Tak's tongue flicking against his as he recovered his wits.

"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?"

Itsuke felt Tak stiffening because of Kahori's cruel jibe. If he failed to go through with this, they both would get hurt. With an apologetic look, Tak's hand glided down his side as Tak slid off the couch. Itsuke reminded himself that Tak was trying to keep them both in one piece as a hand slid around his limp dick. Closing his eyes, Itsuke remembered Tak had told him to relax and follow his lead. A few moments later he felt wet heat surrounding him. Even though his mind had known it was coming, he still jumped.

Pain lancing up his arm was counterpointing Tak's hot mouth encircling his sex. Extreme was the only description Itsuke could think of for the two very different sensations flashing through him. From his crotch, increasing pleasure was stirring because of Tak's actions. Tak was giving him his first blow job, and Itsuke was astonished to discover he could like how it felt. His manhood was getting hard as Tak's tongue slipped along his length, finding spots Itsuke had not known would feel so good.

"Looks like your new stud is getting the idea. His professed straight whipping boy is already responding. At least we know he can give decent blow jobs."

It was impossible to block out the horrifying conversation. Hearing Tak spoken of as a commodity stirred something in Itsuke's heart. Bitter bile rose as Itsuke's mangled hand came back into focus when he opened his eyes. Realization crept into Itsuke's thoughts as his body responded by getting hotter. Tak was still protecting him. As long as Itsuke could remember Tak had always helped him, no matter how annoyed he got over thoughtless escapades. Always, Tak rescued him. Racing with Nakazato when he did not want to had saved Itsuke from being beaten half to death by the angry gallery. He wondered why that was the first thing that came to mind. Other images crowded into Itsuke's head. Although full grown, he was being protected once more by his best friend.

"Fujiwara's quite photogenic. Once we determine where his features reveal his true talents, it will be easy enough to bring them out. We simply have to break him to his duties. I'll expect progress reports as you train him." Kahori's voice raked over Itsuke's ears.

His emotions were twisting, knife strikes in his heart, as Itsuke's eyes found Tak's looking up at him. Huge pupils were surrounded by thin bands of stormy gray, dark blue, and a murky green as Tak fought his anger. Itsuke shuddered. Tak was breaking himself to protect him. On some level Tak cared enough to damage his principles, morals, and even his own emotions to keep him from losing fingers. His best friend was risking everything to insure he remained safe. It was a humbling, and humiliating thought that brought tears to Itsuke's eyes. Nothing he had done, or could ever do, would repay Tak's sacrifices.

Itsuke could hear how difficult it was for Tak to breathe as his body tightened even more. No matter how wonderful this blow job felt, Itsuke's alarms were clanging in his head. Fear that Tak was dying on him distressed Itsuke. This time Tak sounded much worse to Itsuke. Even as the thought took hold, Itsuke felt his body crest. His mind went blank as pleasure drowned his awareness of pain in his hand. Part of him was shocked that Tak did not gag or jerk back when he came.

"I wonder if Fujiwara might be too sensitive to the tincture, Kahori-sama. His skin is extremely flushed, and his breathing sounds strangely labored. The others have never reacted this extremely when put on it for the training phase."

It was about time someone noticed that the drugs were dangerous. Tung Tzu had not listened to him when he said Tak had trouble breathing when he was on the drug. Yet Kwai, the little girl in charge of Tak's care, did not speak his language so was of no help either. She was also little so nobody would have listened to her if she had tried to say something. If Kahori really wanted to keep Tak alive, she would do something.

"You may be right, Noda. Perhaps I should check his pule. A few cases have strokes, heart attacks, or lung paralysis problems while on the tincture. I've only had one death so far, so it's a worthwhile risk to break their bodies."

Kahori's mask loomed over Tak a few moments later. Itsuke wanted to scream as she reached down and grabbed Tak by the hair, jerking his head up. Her hand dropped onto his throat a few seconds later. With the mask in place it was impossible to determine the slaver's thoughts. "Bloody hell." She turned away pointing, after releasing Tak a few moments later. "You, get his blood circulating normally by getting him off as fast as possible. I'll be back with the antidote."

Before Itsuke understood what was happening the other two slaves were grabbing onto Tak. His best friend struggled as fear flashed on his face. Itsuke sat up ignoring the pain in his hand as he moved to help Tak get free. One of the guards jerked him off the couch before he could do anything for Tak. Dragging his arm behind his back and twisting, Itsuke was pushed to the table where they put him back in the restraint. A gag was put in his mouth a moment later.

Jerking furiously against the metal clasp, Itsuke saw one of the guards help drag Tak down. He needed the key to get the top of the tube open. All he could do was close his eyes as he heard Tak's curses at being manhandled. Even if it would save his best friend, the idea that he was being raped to achieve Kahori's goal made Itsuke sick. Tears were scalding his face as his ears magnified the fight Tak was putting up that he could not stomach to see.

A hand dropped onto his shoulder. "It's his only chance, Itsuke-kun. Everything's sick in this place. You go numb, or you break and die." Mitani's voice raked his eardrums.

Itsuke's eyes opened. He could see that Tak had been restrained and one of the other male slaves was between his legs. Nausea rose. Sick did not begin to cover this nightmare. There was no way he could go numb. Knowing that Tak was being raped and he was helpless was enough to shred his sanity. His legs buckled as his eyes closed again. He could not block out the sounds.

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