In the Eye of the Storm.

A/N: Ahh took me quite a while. I apologize to those who read this… um, crap, and thank you all for reading it at the same time! It's been a busy month for me and I am ashamed to say 12 pages of this chapter were ready the same day I uploaded the previous one. (I am addicted to this fic, god…) And well, I got lazy, or just being myself. Heavens, I am such a Gemini. (lolz)
I want to thank the people that reviewed and entered here to read, and those who emailed me, and my new RP mates..! This is for you.
Lastly, I assume the lower part of this page would be… quite unfitting to those who disliked last chapter's ending. Well, just so you'd know, as usual, it's quite the R/NC-17.

Enjoy, I assume.
Raven.

Hao, this chapter is dedicated to you as well as to my beloved boxers, that my father just tore last evening. –sobs-


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Two days after that, Hikaru sighed in relief as he finished his daily shower and got out of the bathroom with a towel to his waist; it wasn’t as if he was hiding his privates from the eyes of the boy anymore, it was just a habit he grew to like. After all, it did have more of an impact, taking off a towel rather than walking around naked in the first place.
Such a shame the boy still didn’t seem to appreciate it.

Glancing back at his bed, he didn’t blink this time when he spotted the teen sitting silently on the wide mattress, with his hands resting in his lap, his hands clasping one another. It was the second day he did so; ever since that time he forced the guy to kneel in front of him and suck. He was being unbelievably obedient, and at first it made Hikaru turn around, step right back into the bathroom, and come out after a few moments to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. But he didn’t; the boy was still there, not some weird illusion he had, or some bizarre apparition and in stead of starting to get dressed, he tossed the towel aside and pressed himself to the boy in question, seeing no objection came afterwards and took him for the forth time these past three days.

It appeared to Hikaru that the boy probably gave up on his resistance, since all he did now was squirm and mildly push his chest every time it was too much for him to take the pain; no screams, no pleas, no cries- nothing. Only meek acceptance of his fate and the pain he had to bear with.

Hikaru yanked hard on his beard as he was trying to figure out what to do with that turn of events. Should he be glad and take advantage of what the boy was generously offering (wouldn’t it be rude to decline?) or just, ask him what the shit has gone wrong with him? (Which Hikaru wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know)

Stepping slowly towards the bed in stead of his closet, Hikaru let go of his pitch-black beard and started to dry his wet, dripping strands of hair before he’d make someone slip; and since he was the only one to walk freely around this room as of now… he didn’t want to have himself that humiliated in front of the boy’s watching eyes.

He didn’t even look up when Hikaru stood just a few cm away from his head, and that made him scowl; not only did the boy say nothing in the past two days, but he didn’t even look at him when not necessary. So now what, giving him the cold shoulder treatment? Hikaru wondered if he should allow it. He didn’t hear the boy’s voice for over than two days and it was starting to give him a headache. (He already got used to the boy’s complaints about wanting to see that Yaga-dude, and not having the obligation to listen to his ongoing pleadings made the place turn awfully quiet.)

So after a long time of thinking, he decided to try the boy and see just how far can he make him go.

“Oi, kid.”

The only proof he had for the boy’s attention to be directed at him was the way his whole body stiffened. Hikaru stared for another moment and then said in a firm voice; “Strip.”

The immediate obedience of the boy startled him; he just stood up, not even sparing him a glance even though their noses almost touched and started pulling his shirt off, dropping it on the floor next to him (and Hikaru knew that at the moment they’re done the boy would fold it, in case he won’t allow him to get out of his bed and get dressed too soon afterwards.) and undoing his pants.

Soon he was completely naked; trying to restrain his own hair into some messy bun at the back of his head that would probably undo itself since he had nothing to hold it back with.

Hikaru shook his head and cupped the boy’s cheek, making him shiver. “Oh, no, my dear boy.” His hand moved back from his cheek to bury in the bundled hair, forcing it to untie and flow back to the boy’s lower back. “I prefer it this way.” Even though the boy looked just as much identical to a girl with his hair tied up as he did with loosened hair.

He threw a glance backwards to the tray that was still occupying the table and scowled. “Wait for me in bed, will you?” while he strode towards the mensa and picked the tray up. Walking towards the door, he unlocked it and put it down on the floor on the other side of the corridor; fuck little deck boy, no way he was going to disturb him while he had that willing boy in his bed.

Relocking the door, he stepped towards his bed, licking his lips without even noticing he was doing so as he saw the boy already lying sprawled on his sheets. Holy mother of…

Hikaru hated it; willing bitches. The few girls that were a bit too enthusiastic to give him their virginity got thrown off the ship after he had his way with them; girls shouldn’t be too wanton; it didn’t turn him on one bit. He wanted their tears and cries of pain (mostly) and when all he got were moans and pleas to go faster, it made him unexpectedly disgusted. (at times, he didn’t even get to cum and already threw the girl out of his room while ordering Waya to dispose of her.)

But this… this was different, wasn’t it? Having the boy like this, without any opposition or appalled glares… it didn’t feel right, yet it didn’t feel quite wrong. He wanted him; he knew he did, and fuck everything and everyone and fuck gayness or straightness or whatever he wasn’t. Didn’t he have the right to decide whom to fuck?

It was his decision. His, his, his! And if someone didn’t like it, then boofuckinghoo. He would do whatever he wanted. And regarding to the boy… he wasn’t really willing, just not showing any protests, and Hikaru knew with certainty the boy did not enjoy his touch. But he will, sooner or later; no one can be that anti-sex. And if he didn’t, well, too bad. Hikaru liked it and that was all that mattered.

When he unwrapped his towel and let it plunge to the floor, he climbed on top of the bed and hovered over the soft, pale body of the boy (did it turn even paler?), leaning down and pressing his lips to the boy’s slightly flushed cheek. “You should be already used to it by now.” He purred, licking his way towards the boy’s ear. “…and if you aren’t yet, you better start soon. I plan to keep you here for quite long.” Hikaru nibbled on the gentle lobe and heard a soft gasp emitting from the boy while he pressed his body down to his. “…you are so cold… I wonder how can that possibly be?” at that the boy turned his head to the side and Hikaru chuckled lowly. “Does that mean we’re done with the talking? Alright then, oh-mighty-loquacious one.” He pecked his neck and smirked as he got him to slightly shiver in response. “Spread your legs or should I do it for you?” As he got no reply to that, Hikaru's hands fluttered slowly down the boy's torso to his stomach, eyes watching the way his cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and at that moment the boy’s legs straddled themselves.

“Good boy.” Hikaru smirked smugly as he positioned himself between the teen’s legs. “That’s the way it should be, love.”

When he penetrated through this time, he did it slow at first and then thrust in, moaning again as the familiar heat and density welcomed him. The boy did not scream, nor did he cry. He just laid silently, his form just mildly shivering, and while Hikaru was taking his time to enjoy the feeling again he stared at that bitten lip of his new toy, as his lids pressed tightly down and his lashes cast graceful silhouettes over his cheeks. So beautiful. And this was his, and only his.

The boy didn’t even struggle while he moved inside of him; just like the day before, all he did was arch his back when the pain was unbearable, and squirm a bit when it did, his hands pressed to Hikaru’s chest; not to push him away, but to grip something and make sure he didn’t tear it apart.

Watching him pant, Hikaru licked his lips and shivered inside of him. Was it even sane? The fact that this only made him even more aroused? How the hell was Hikaru supposed to relieve himself when all the boy did was making him just as hard as he was at the beginning?


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Yamato growled as he entered the dark room for the third time today and noticed that, once again, the dark haired male did not touch his food. Stomping inside, the blond slammed the door behind him and locked it; turning around to face the still bored looking man that diverted his eyes towards him.
“Are you going to starve yourself to death?” he hissed, arms crossed over his chest without even noticing he folded them there. “It’s the forth day you’ve been confined, if you won’t eat anytime soon, you’re going to die.” Yeah, he remembered that very well, just how many days it took a man without any food to be on the verge of death.

The man chuckled gently and then coughed, his throat probably dry from too many days without drinking any water. “I don’t see why it should bother you. Aren’t we enemies? And I know with certainty that you dislike me, so-“

His voice was raspy, and barely audible. “That is not the point!”

“Then what is?”

Yamato didn’t know how to reply to this; so he has this sore point about people not eating for days, fuck this, why did he have to worry (not that he did, yeah?) about this man not eating while he practically hates his guts?

He then sighed in resignation. “Why won’t you eat?”

The man kept on silence for a few moments until, “Because I can’t think of putting anything in my mouth without throwing it all up a second later.” He answered lowly.

“And why is that?” …what the fuck, this man is like some Pandora’s Box!

He then looked up at the blond with imperceptively dead eyes. “Because I can’t hear Akira-sama’s screams anymore.” He whispered. Yamato could feel the pain and grief in his voice, and it actually made him shiver. “Does that mean he killed him? Your captain?”

Yamato stared at the man for the longest moment and then shook his head, “Your dear Akira-sama is just fine. Still breathing and kicking… or at least, still breathing." He sighed and scraped a hand through his hair. “Touya’s still alive, it’s just that he, well, had lost his will to fight. He already accepted it and now is just letting the captain do whatever he wants so he won’t get in trouble.”

The man stared at him, a new spark in the depths of his dark, chestnut eyes, and Yamato held his breath for a minute. “Are you sure?” he coughed again and Yamato bend down and picked the glass of water, stepping towards him and pressing it to his lips.

“Drink.” He ordered, but all that man did was shake his head and get immediately up.

“You said Touya-- you, I’ve never called Akira-sama by the name of Touya, how for god’s sake do you know his surname?”

Yamato blinked a couple of times then, “Well, on his first day here I met him in Captain’s cabin, when I came in to bring the food, and we had a conversation which he presented himself in the middle of, and we keep on seeing each other while I bring the food in and take the tray out.”

He only got a longer stare for that. “…you’ve been seeing him all this time and said nothing?” he asked and cleared his throat to sound less weak than he probably actually was.

“Yeah, why the hell do I have to tell you who I meet? That’s my business only.”

The man sighed and pressed his back to the wall, a look of both relief and agony carved over his features. “You’re right, I apologize.” He muttered, gulping hard. His throat must’ve been so sore… “Tell me how he’s doing. Please, I ought to know.” He pleaded. “I will do anything.”

Yamato just stared at his desperate expression and heaved in defeat. “Fine, I will tell you, fucker.” He huffed impatiently. “Just stop with the gloomy mood already." He then held out the hand that was holding the glass, "And drink.” As the man looked down at his hand, he snatched the cup of water, making some of it spill on the floor and drank it all in one long gulp. As he was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and gazed back at him expectantly, Yamato continued. “He’s okay, I assume. His bruises are starting to fade… though he stopped speaking two days ago, when I brought the captain’s dinner up to his room.”

“…he stopped talking to you?” he asked quietly. “Is he mad at you for some reason?”

Yamato shook his head, “He has no reason to, but I assume he just doesn’t feel like it anymore so I don’t try to start a conversation, since usually he’s the one to talk first.”

“…did something happen to him?” Yamato watched as the man bit his lip. He really cares about the little fellow, doesn’t he?

“Well, I don’t know since he didn’t tell me.” he then ruffled his hair. “Though I heard the captain mentioning something to Waya…” at the confused look he got from the male he added, “The first mate. He said something about not having to worry about kissing the guy, but I can’t be sure. After that, whenever I came in with the food all Touya did was sit in the corner and do practically nothing.”

The man kept on silence for a few moments, and when he finally spoke, it was in a very low voice. “Do you know if he’s eating? Or is that bastard starving him?”

Yamato shivered just slightly. “He orders an amount of food for three people all the time so-“

“Three people?”

“Oh, well, Captain eats like a pig, so, well, two are for him, the third portion’s for Touya.”

“Then he is eating well?” he almost sounded relieved.

“No.”

At that, the man turned sharply to stare at him. “What do you mean?”

Yamato sighed, “Well, he gets food. He just doesn’t seem to eat it.”

He pulled away from the wall immediately at that. “You want to tell me he hasn’t been eating at all from the moment we arrived?!”

Yamato scowled at his tone. “Oi, don’t blame me princess’s used to eating high quality food!”

“It’s not that.” He clenched his teeth. “It’s, fuck. How does he look to you? Anything unusual? Does he look different?”

Yamato knitted his eyebrows in effortful thought, “Well, he’s much paler than he used to be.” He looked up at the other man as he heard his grunt, “What is it?” The man stepped closer to Yamato and he took a step back, “O-oi--“

“Shove your hand into my pocket.” Was all he said, his voice firm.

Yamato’s eyes widened as an invisible tinge of pink graced his cheeks. “W-what?! I am NOT going to push my hand in there, you stupid horny fucker! Nor am I going to--“

“Just do it!” he growled and gave him a hard look. “The left one, on the front. It’s nothing weird, just…” he sighed and gazed meaningfully into Yamato’s eyes.

Hesitantly, Yamato reached with his hand forward and grabbed the edge of the man’s pocket. “This one?” as he nodded silently Yamato slipped his hand inside, flushing madly and thanking god for the relative darkness and shadows casting on his cheeks for masking his embarrassment, as he brushed the other’s member through the material of his jeans, though the man remained unaffected. Inaudibly gulping, Yamato stiffened as he felt something in the bottom on the pocket, and fished out a small cornet, filled with tiny white pills.

Looking up, shocked, Yamato stared into the man’s eyes with the silent question that was apparently obvious, since the man answered immediately. “They’re not drugs, if that’s what you were just wondering. It’s Akira’s pills, I always take them with me, just in case, and when our ship was attacked… well, it doesn’t really matter.” He stepped back and pressed the back of his head to the wall. “What does, is that if Akira-sama won’t eat and take them, he’d probably start losing blood and weight, and he’s already malnutritioned.”

Yamato stared at him with disbelief. “That kid is dying?” he whispered in awe.

He got the man’s head shaken at him. “No, for god’s sake, don’t say such things..!” he scowled for a second and then sighed. “But he will, since his illness is pretty severe.”

“What does he have?”

Yamato blinked in astonishment at the sound of his own voice; it was worried, and it was definitely not his. Since when did he care about people other than himself? Why should he, since nobody ever worried about him? Why should he help this man?

He didn’t get an answer, all the man said was, “It does not matter. Please, take these and tell Akira-sama that I want him to drink them even without me around.”

Why the hell should he? “…that would be hard, since Captain doesn’t like it when I turn to him.”

“Then how did you manage to talk to him up until now?”

“Well, he was in the shower, or outside, giving orders to the crew.”

“Then please, just, tell him I brought it for him and that he should take three at once first.” His stare bore so intensely into Yamato’s eyes that he had to turn and look away.

“Fine. But don’t expect me to do that again.” He walked towards the door, “Now eat, I will be back in a few moments.”

As he locked the door after him and stepped up the stairs, Yamato wondered what the hell was he doing. Helping the guy he unwaveringly loathed, and getting his ass into this kind of danger… the captain was a possessive man, and if he would catch him talking to his precious little bitch he’d probably have his butt eaten by sharks by the end of the day (which was very close).

Yamato shook his head; he will just have to take the risk. Yeah, he was a sociopath, and he disliked most people, including the man he was entrusted with, but he wasn’t a murderer, nor did he want to see anyone being killed.

Especially not that innocent boy. What was it with him that made Yamato pity him so much? He didn’t know, but he was definitely not going to be the cause of his avoidable death.

And with that occupying his mind, Yamato strode towards the captain’s cabin.


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Hikaru glanced at the still quiet boy slumped in the corner of his room, dark eyebrows knitting in a fretful expression. He’s been there for almost an hour now; limping his way out of his bed as Hikaru finally decided to pull out of him, he got dressed slowly, dropping effortlessly gracefully to the floor and stayed there. Hikaru wondered just for how long was he planning to keep with that attitude.
Getting dressed himself, Hikaru pondered about the last four days. The boy didn’t eat, didn’t drink, and practically didn’t seem alive anymore. He lost the color in his cheeks; they were pale before, but this kind of achroma was just… imperceptible.

He also still objected on staying to sleep with Hikaru on his bed; for fuck’s sake, he was letting him sexually abuse his body but refused to sleep with him on the same bed? This kid was just insane. Or stupid. Or fucking both!

Hikaru sighed as he was wondering which shirt he should wear when he heard a soft knock on the door. If it was Waya, it probably would’ve made a dent in the door, but since it was much less forceful, he assumed dinner was served. Again. (Well, he ordered deck boy not to bother him when the door was locked so he assumed the blond just figured the reason himself. What he didn’t understand was how exactly he knew they were done.)

“Yeah yeah, in a sec, lad.” He let out impatiently, stepping towards the door while tugging gently on his beard and unlocked it, walking back towards his closet as he heard the door open behind him, and then a clattering sound as the blond put the tray, two glasses and the cutleries on the table. He didn’t have to tell the deck boy what to do; since it was so obvious and he’s been doing that for almost a week now (with Hikaru actually noticing it was him doing it), but when he didn’t hear the door close a minute and a half later, he turned around with a frown marring his forehead, and gazed at the blond, who was giving him a long, hesitant look.

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

The young Ishida (or was it Ishima?) seemed perplexed for another moment and then greeted Hikaru with a serious look. “I have something to give to that boy.” He said firmly.

Hikaru immediately cocked an eyebrow. “Is that so?” he drawled, eyeing the blond skeptically. “And what exactly is that thing?”

The blond rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a small, folded nylon bag, holding it out for his captain to see.

Hikaru frowned and stepped closer to the boy, staring at what he was holding and then taking it from him. “And that is… what?” he darted his eyes to look at the blond’s baby blues.

“Pills.”

“What kind of pills?” Hikaru questioned and rolled the small pack of pills between his forefinger and thumb.

The blond shrugged. “That man in the prison cell told me to give it to him.”

“Maybe it’s cyanide?” he mused. “Is he trying to give the boy something to suicide with?”

Ishida shook his head. “That man would never do that. When he thought you killed his boy he almost got out of his mind.” He eyed the pills himself. “He said the boy is sick, and that he needs these pills or else…”

Holy fuck! This kid is sick?! Is it contagious?! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Maybe he has AIDS?!

Hikaru growled and turned to look at the boy in the corner, apparently looking unaffected from the conversation. Or maybe he just didn’t care enough?

Hikaru just stared for a long moment, then shrugged. “Then let him die.” If the boy really was sick, Hikaru had nothing to do with him.

The deck boy burst at that. “S-sir!” he urged. “What are you saying?!”

Hikaru turned to look at the young deck boy next to him. “If this kid is sick, why should I keep him? It might get me infected, also.”

“B-but--!”

“But nothing.” Hikaru growled, already tired of this conversation. “You did your job, if you don’t want me to throw you off the board, you better leave.” He watched as the blond frowned and glanced worriedly at the boy slumped in the corner, his head resting against the wall and his bangs half-covering his eyes. He was so damn pale he actually looked dead. “Now.” He added coldly, making the deck boy cut his staring session and leave the room quickly.

Hikaru glanced at the pills in his hand and stepped towards the table, putting it down on the fine wooden counter and sat down, starting to eat the rice with his chopsticks. He didn’t seem to notice what he was doing, the short glances he was throwing at the boy’s direction until he caught himself staring, three minutes later.

Ugh, fuck this!

He got up and dragged his chair back, stepping towards the sick-looking boy and knelt in front of him. “Oi, wake up.” He ordered, but he didn’t get any reply; not even the slightest move. That made him frown. “OOOIIIIII!” he slapped the boy’s cheek gently and blinked as he felt the cold, soft skin against his palm. Wait, he wasn’t really dead, was he?

He pressed his third and forefinger to the boy’s neck, in search of his vein and held his breath in order to feel, maybe hear, the pulse.

And he didn’t let his breath out as he felt the faintest signal of life, as the vein seemed to weakly throb against his fingers. Hikaru didn’t know what he was doing; his legs did it all for him as he shot up and strode quickly to the table and poured some water into one of the glasses; turning and walking back to the boy, he dropped to his knees and spilled some of the liquid over himself and the floor in the process, but he didn’t seem to notice that; he tilted the boy’s head up and pressed the rim of the glass to his lips, pouring some into his mouth.

He growled as it all slipped out through the boy’s lips and tried spilling more of the liquid into his mouth. The outcome was the same; Hikaru groaned in frustration and tried slapping him again. When that didn’t help he just put the glass next to him on the floor and started shaking the boy. “Wake up you stupid bitch! Do you want to die!?”

He clenched his teeth when again no response was given. “Fine, you idiot, then die!” he hissed, glaring daggers at the young, unconscious man. FOR GOD’S SAKE! Was he really not feigning any of this?!

He grabbed the glass again after a few nervous tugs of his beard, but this time instead of letting the boy drink, he took a long sip from the water and put it back down. With a firm look on his face, he leaned down and stared at the boy before he pressed his lips to his. Forcing his lips open, Hikaru slowly sprayed a small amount of water into the boy’s mouth while holding his lips with his own; waiting for a short moment he scowled, as the boy didn’t swallow. This isn’t fucking happening. He grabbed the boy’s nape and squeezed it gently yet firmly. Nothing.

When he did it the second time, he almost sighed with relief when the boy stirred (that was when he remembered just how much water he still had inside his mouth) and he knitted his eyebrows as he released a bit more water into his mouth slowly.

The boy swallowed slowly, with effort, and when Hikaru transferred all the water he had in his mouth into the boy’s he let go of his lips. The boy coughed dryly; his body still pressed to the wall and his eyes still shut. Hikaru watched attentively as his captive was breathing weakly through his parted lips and frowned, taking the glass again and pressing it to the boy’s lips, lifting it slowly and pouring water again into his mouth.

He immediately coughed again and the water spluttered out of his mouth. Hikaru clenched his teeth again and instantly sipped from the remaining water, then pressed his lips to the boy’s. Releasing the water slowly into his mouth, Hikaru watched the way the boy’s lids twitched and closed tighter over his eyes. When this amount was gone completely down the kid’s throat, Hikaru pulled away and this time brought the whole bottle from the table. Kneeling closer this time, he was practically touching the boy’s body with his own, and when he pressed his own lips to his this time, the other didn’t hesitate and just absorbed it all.

Hikaru inwardly sighed, not even noticing he held his breath until that moment and let his stiff figure loosen a bit when he suddenly felt something shoving his chest away.

Blinking, he noticed the boy’s beautiful turquoise eyes were slightly open, half-lidded by his lashes and his hands pressed against his bosom, weakly trying to push him away.

He immediately let go of the kid’s lips, a frown maiming his features. “Don’t make me stab you.” He hissed and grabbed the bottle. “I am tired of fighting with you. Just fucking get over what it isn’t and drink from the bottle if you don’t want me helping you, you ungrateful brat.”

The boy’s hands stopped pressing against his chest in a minute and slowly slid down back to his lap. Hikaru huffed and gave the boy a scolding look. “And you better just drink it all up, unless you want me to fucking kill both you and your friend.”

The hazy-looking azure eyes fluttered slowly and then closed as the boy’s shoulders slumped; for a moment Hikaru was sure he lost conscious again, but as he saw the slow way his chest rose and fell with his deep, strained breaths and the way his lips just kept parting and pressing one to the other, he felt another stream of relief course through him.

Swigging, Hikaru pressed his lips to the now willingly parted lips and squeezed some water out into his mouth, listening to him gulp and making sure he wasn’t choking on the torrent, before pulling away completely and watching him intently.

“Do you want more?” he asked quietly, noticing the almost inconspicuous shake of his head. “Okay. Now food, you have to eat something.”

The boy’s eyes flared open and he gave a hoarse, almost whisper-like weak, “No.”

Hikaru stared, as the boy muttered his first word for the last two days and a half. His voice was so weak, almost inaudible and so… different. Hikaru frowned and got up to his feet, the boy’s head faintly following. “It’s not a question! I am telling you to eat!”

He only shook his head again, this time more noticeably. “…I don’t know-“ he coughed and dropped his head forwards as it apparently hurt him to cough the way he did, “…what you put inside.”

Hikaru glared immediately. “Are you stupid?! You almost died a second ago! You are practically still dying, you fucking bitch! Why would I try poisoning you while I just helped you drinking?!” Why the hell is he helping this unappreciative kid?! He definitely didn’t deserve it! The boy seemed to think about it for too long, and then he shook his head lightly again. “I don’t fucking ask you! Just do as I say!” he hissed, “If you won’t I will order to let your friend starve as well.” He gritted his teeth at the unwilling boy. Fuck this.

His eyes widening slowly, he nodded once and went back to taking deep, slow breaths. Hikaru turned around and growled as he walked to the table, pulling the tray off of it and grabbed the small nylon-pack, walking with both in his hands back towards the corner and sitting down while putting it on the floor next to him. So that’s the only fucking thing that will make him eat, huh? “You better do as I tell you from now on, I don’t have any patience left for you anymore.”

As he used his chopsticks to grab a piece of meat and carried it close to the boy’s lips, he heard a raspy, “I don’t like meat…”

He glared. “Well, too bad for you, princess, cause I give a fuck about what you like or not.” He shoved the piece of meat through the boy’s slightly parted lips as he was about to object and huffed when he earned a groan from him. “Just shut the fuck up. Shut it!” he barked as the boy managed to glare back at him.

Ahh for fuck’s sake, he’s going to lose his mind like this.

He then grabbed another slice of meat and put it into his own mouth; watching the boy’s eyes go slightly wider he chewed on the meat, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to the boy’s. Gasping, the boy let Hikaru’s tongue shove the minced chicken into his mouth and slowly took it in, swallowing on the probably disgusting looking mash.

He looked in so much pain when he swallowed… just how long hasn’t he been drinking? Four days at sum, and maybe five if he didn’t do it on his own ship; what about the food? He knew with certainty he didn’t touch the food he brought for him, since the plate stayed untouched even when he got out of his showers every day. Was this kid suicidal?

Feeding the boy was not an easy task, and when he finally saw some color back at the previously sickly pale cheeks he heaved, dropping the chopsticks as the boy refused to eat more.

“Are you still hungry?” when the boy shook his head, this time more vitally with his cheeks slightly flushed, Hikaru let out a deep sigh. “Good. So all we have to do now is make you drink these.” He showed the boy the small pack. “Do you know how many you should drink a day?” he asked, unfolding and opening the small sticky strap that kept the small cornet closed.

The boy gulped hard and grimaced, pulling away slowly from the wall as he was definitely still weak and held shaky hands out to grab the pills. “…three…” he whispered, looking up at Hikaru. “…Yagami-san, brought this… didn’t he?”

Hikaru shrugged, “Deck boy brought it.” He replied carelessly, “He is keeping him downstairs locked so he might’ve been the one to hand it over, but I didn’t ask.”

The boy nodded slowly and Hikaru froze as he noticed a small, weak smile gracing his lips. Holy fucking mother of… god. “Water…” he muttered, pulling out one pill and staring at it in his trembling hand. Putting the pill on his tongue, the boy took the glass from Hikaru’s hand and sipped slowly, then pulled the glass away and placed it on the floor. Seemingly trying to swallow, he then coughed and pressed his hand to his mouth, grimacing at the pain it probably inflicted on him and panted as he spilled the water out of his mouth, making it slip through his fingers and end up on the floor next to him.

Hikaru sighed as he watched that, took the pill out of his hand, and also the pack itself. “Here, I will do it.” He put the pill inside of his own mouth and took a sip from the water, pressing his lips to the boy’s as he previously did with the water and afterwards, with the meat- and pushed the pill into the teen’s mouth with his tongue, forcing him to swallow it and pulling away as the water was gone as well.

He chuckled as he pulled two other pills from the bundle and looked up to see the confused look on the boy’s face. “You said you needed three pills a day, didn’t you?” he did the same with those two, and when he was finally done, he sighed again.

“Phew, you’re one hard kid to handle.” Getting up, he returned the tray to the table and stretched his limbs. “I am spent.” When he turned back, he saw the boy’s eyes fixated on him. “Wha?” He only shook his head, but Hikaru could’ve read the expression of ‘thank you’ on his face. “Whatever kid, just don’t do that again, cause next time I will leave you to die. I am not as young as I look!”

He loosened a sprained muscle and with the ‘knack’ sound gone he bent down and placed one arm under the boy’s behind and the other one behind his back. “Heave ho?” he asked amused and picked the boy in his arms. “…you are so damn light!” he gasped as he stood straight. “Are you only not eating while you’re here or were they starving you wherever you didn’t live before?”

Pacing towards his bed, he felt the boy stiffen against him and chuckled. “Don’t worry, kid,” he bent again and positioned the lithe teen on the mattress. “I won’t try anything tonight. This time I might seriously break you.” Walking back to the table, Hikaru grabbed his chopsticks and began eating his own food. “Rest,” he said with muffled voice, his mouth filled with chicken. “You need to get better.”

And when the boy did as he was bidding, soon letting him hear his soft, calm breaths of sleep, Hikaru wondered why the hell he was going through all this trouble for.


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Naruto was all but relaxing; even though he didn’t have to do much in his post, he was slowly growing impatient and insane, and Waya knew it.
Therefore when he called him down from his mast, Naruto was so happy to oblige he almost slipped down the flagpole and broke his scull (if he didn’t catch the net in time, that is).

Waya chuckled at his idiotic friend’s antics as he cheerfully stepped towards him. “What are you bouncing for, Uzumaki?”

Naruto only smirked at him and replied, “I got blisters all over my feet-tebayo and the air here is so much cooler, so I can ventilate them down here-tebayo!” he dropped on his butt and started huffing on his right foot.

Waya cocked an eyebrow, amused. “And here I thought it was the opposite.”

Naruto chuckled. “Well, no.” he sighed and stretched his arms up. “Oh fuck, finally a spacious place to run around-tebayo!”

“Oi, oi, Naruto, don’t get too excited.” Waya teased, “Or else the other babies of this ship would start neglecting their jobs and start pooping on Captain’s board.”

“…they’d lose their heads in a mere second.” He said chuckling. A moment afterwards the blond pouted, finally letting the insult slip down his thick scull. “Waya is so mean-tebayo!”

Waya rolled his eyes and smacked the blond’s head. “One more stupid ‘dattebayo’ that I hear from you and I will fucking stab you!”

Naruto grinned in triumph. “I knew you’re going to say that-tebayo!” he ducked as Waya’s sword came out of nowhere with his quick, swift movements and almost cut his head off. Chuckling from the floor, Naruto wrapped his legs around Waya’s thighs. “Bitch, you’re too damn stressed for your own fucking good.”

Waya only grunted in reply to that and kicked the blond’s butt. “Oi, don’t make me hurt you.”

Smirking, Naruto wiggled his eyebrows. “You already do that, you sick fuck-teba-- kidding.” He quickly added as he noticed Waya was about to swing his sword once again. Grabbing Waya’s offered hand, he got to his feet as the first mate yanked it back.

“Don’t try me.”

Naruto chuckled. “You better have me alive; after all, I am the best fuck toy you ever had.” He grinned smugly. “And the only one you can screw right now.”

“Don’t get too cocky, idiot.” Waya smirked back, amused at the blond’s reasoning. “I have deckboy.”

Naruto grunted. “It’d take too long to get into his pants.” He raked a hand through his spiky, unruly blond hair. “Why is it that you all have your own fuck toys? Why can’t I have my own guy?”

Waya shrugged while chuckling. “Well, find yourself one when we’re anchoring.”

“But Captain would give my ass to the sharks if I will!”

“Well… make sure to beg before you bring him.” He chuckled and shook his head. Boy, that Naruto was one hell of a troublemaker. The way Waya knew him, the lad would probably sneak the guy he’d pick and hide him inside his room. And then Captain would seriously give his ass to the sharks.

“Where is our next stop?”

“I don’t know, Shindou didn’t decide yet.” Waya ruffled his hair. “He’s positive his little new bitch and his guardian would try running away at the moment we halt.” Naruto scowled for a moment and Waya remembered they did not tell him the girl he spotted was actually a boy. Chuckling, he asked, changing the subject, “Did you see the princess? You didn’t really get down from your post ever since we took over that Japanese ship.”

Naruto licked his lips. “How is she?”

Waya immediately smirked, just as he assumed. “You have no idea. We can go see him now, if you’d like.” He knew just how much the boy was intrigued with that girl he spotted, and probably wanted to know just what exactly the captain was thinking about her. “Shindou would probably kick our asses after we'll see his bitch, but I think it worth it.”

Naruto beamed. “Let's go!” all Waya did was chuckle in response and pace slowly towards Shindou’s cabin, with the blond at his wake.

…

Hikaru fiddled with his pencil, tapping it on the table as he watched the peaceful male-beauty sleeping. One hand clutched in a gentle fist, pressing to his lips while the other one pressed to the pillow.

Hikaru inhaled deeply, the tapping becoming more fast and loud as he barely held himself back from waking the boy up and taking him again. What was it with him lately? Ever since he brought the kid over he was scarcely controlling himself. It was the first time anyone has ever had this kind of effect on him, and he was becoming doubtful, whether he did the right thing with helping the boy live.

For the teen, it was another first; ever since he arrived he fiercely refused to sleep with Hikaru in the same bed, and even lying on it seemed to repulse him, with or without the captain being around. It was an achievement to make him stay still and not struggle even though he was sick.

Hikaru got up from his chair, dropping the pencil and stepping towards his bed he knelt next to it. Looking at the boy attentively, Hikaru pressed the back of his fingers to the boy’s cheek. The still somewhat cool skin made him frown a bit, but he assumed the boy would get better soon. After all, he just ate three hours ago. (Wait, does that mean he’s been staring at him for two hours now?)

He slowly stroke his cheek, breathing in deeply as he removed some neatly trimmed bangs from his forehead, staring at his pale, milky skin, feeling it. Not sexually, as he usually did, but just… feeling.

He wondered how could anyone look so beautiful while being so sick, and tried to take his mind off the subject of, what exactly was he sick with? If he had AIDS then Hikaru might go down with him, but if it was something else… why was he letting him live? If he could get him infected with something he did not know about. He should've asked before starting to have sexual touch with the boy.

Sighing as it was already too late, Hikaru pulled his hand away and rested his chin on his folded arms. "…why the hell are you a guy, hm? A guy shouldn't be this beautiful. What kind of guy can be this beautiful without having some contract with the devil?" …maybe a contract to ruin him?

It's not that Hikaru had any feelings towards the boy; no, he wanted him to himself. He wanted his body, not his heart or other kinds of romantic shit. He wanted sex, and he wanted to be satisfied. Did it really matter he was doing it with a guy?

"I will have to kill you sooner or later…" he muttered lowly. "But why is it that something won't let me kill you no-"

"Be quiet, bastard! Stop shoving me!"

"…don't make me take your head of, Uzumaki." A slap sound made Hikaru cock his eyebrow. "I told you not to touch the handle! You knock first, what if Shindou's busy right now?!"

"Busy? If he's busy then the door should be locked! M-move already, Waya!"

"Oi, I am seriously going to kill you."

"But I want to see!"

Hikaru huffed impatiently and got up to his feet, stomped towards the door and yanked it open. "Will you two shut the fuck up already?!" he growled, annoyed with the noise and Naruto's high-pitched voice. Stupid fuckers, what were they thinking, quarrelling next to his room like that. What if he was trying to sleep!?

The two shaved men looked at him surprised, as they weren't ready for the interruption. Waya was the first to get back to his senses.

"Uzumaki wanted buttsex when he heard you started providing some."

Hikaru immediately cocked his eyebrow at that, but he didn't get the chance to retort when a certain hyper blond squeezed his way through between Waya and him and sprinted towards the double-sized bed at the corner of the room. "What the--"

"WHOA!"

Both Waya and Hikaru turned to look at the soon-to-be-dead blond, whom was now kneeling next to his captain's bed and stared at the young boy Hikaru previously nourished.

"This girl is so pale." He muttered in wonder. "Captain, do you even feed her?"

Waya chuckled at that, until he saw the clenched teeth of his captain. "Oi, what's with the death glare?" he frowned a bit and turned his gaze back to Naruto, noticing the young lad was now tracing his fingers over the boy's ruffled dark locks.

"I also want a pale one like this!" Naruto chuckled without noticing what was happening behind him. "Can I borrow her, Cap?"

Hikaru's blood started to boil with blinding rage, his muscles preparing themselves as they tightened, and afterwards everything went blank. It all happened so fast that even he himself was amazed with the situation he got them all in; when he heard the clashing sound, his mind went back to functioning. His hilt was suddenly in his palm, held so tightly he had the suspicion it might break. Waya was standing right next to him, also holding his sword, pressing it against Hikaru's, which was over Naruto's head when the aforementioned captain seemingly tried to cut through the lad's body.

Gritting his teeth, Waya shoved Hikaru's sword back and made him turn away from the blond, his blade still pressed against his captain's. "Calm down, you hot-tempered brat! Get back to your freaking senses!"

Hikaru stared at Waya dumbfounded, his mind slowly registering what has happened. Almost in slow-motion he could see himself hoist the sword from where he last put it (next to his chair) and unsheathe it, turning towards the blond while gripping the hilt in an offensive stance and attack, only to be stopped by an equally fast Waya that protected Naruto from being decapitated in a millisecond.

What was he trying to do exactly?.. "Waya…" he blinked and slowly pulled his blade back. Staring at the bewildered blond that was now sprawled, shocked on the floor and stared back, Hikaru dropped his sword. "…what the..?"

"That's exactly what I want to know!" Waya glared heatedly at his best friend. "What the fuck was that?! Are you insane?!"

Naruto let out a deep heave as he seemingly felt the danger was gone, "…I think he is." He leaned his back on the wall and pressed his hands to his face. "For a moment there I was sure I can hear angels sing."

"I am very doubtful angels wait at the entrance to hell, idiot." Waya said sarcastically as he let his sword back into his sheath, apparently assuming it was safe for Naruto now. "Now, we all know you tend to be a little bit possessive with your whores, but for fuck's sake… you attacked one of your most loyal crewmen, Shindou."

Hikaru grunted and rubbed his face, "I know, damn it, I know!" he sighed and pressed his hands to the wall above Naruto's head. "I don't know what happened, I just, lost control, okay? That dude is making me go crazy with his rejection."
Waya cocked an eyebrow at that. "But you told me he doesn't show any objection ever since you forced him to give you a blow job."

The blond blinked confused and looked up at Hikaru. "…oi, captain… he?"

"Not now, Uzumaki." Waya's striking tone made the blond remain silent. "What's with the obsession, hm? If I touch him next, will you try to kill me, too?"

"No!" Hikaru answered immediately, almost desperately and started banging his head against the wall a few times. "I won't ever turn my sword against you when it's not in our sessions. You know that, Waya."

"Then?"

"…I don't know. I, apparently he's sick, Waya." Hikaru inhaled deeply after finally saying that. It only made Waya cock his eyebrow.

"And?"

"And, it might be contagious for all I know. And I fucking don't know what he has!" Waya only stared at him, as if waiting for him to cut the shit and tell him what really bothered him. And Hikaru did; of course he did. "Even dying he pushed me away, Waya." He sighed and turned around, pressing his back and arms to the wall. "Am I that repulsive?"

Waya kept on silence for the first moments, exchanging long gazes with Hikaru, and then snorted. "For fuck's sake, Shindou, you raped the guy! You rape the guy! You made him suck your dick! What the hell were you expecting?!"

Hikaru grunted, "I want him to be a quiet, obedient bitch even on the verge of death."

"Well, that's stupid."

They both turned to look down at the blond that was finally willing to talk. "What is?" asked Hikaru.

"That wish of yours. No man in this world that is not gay, or at least bisexual will ever let you have him that easily." He answered as simply as possible. "His pride is probably hurt, and you're not the gentle type so I bet his ass is, also."

"Oi, don't talk to me this cheekily, brat."

Naruto looked up at him, "Why not? We always say things with honesty when it's to each other, right? Or should I be scared of you, now that you tried killing me?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up, it was an accident."

"Well, accident or not, talk to the boy and make it clear that you won't accept any objections from him even when he's unconscious.” He then shrugged as if it was the easiest, most obvious thing in the world. “You know how to make people do as you bid, so use it. He won't have any other choice."

Hikaru and Waya exchanged glances and then Waya smacked Naruto's head. "Boy, when did you grow a brain, hm?"

Naruto grunted. “Exactly when you did, asshole.”

Hikaru growled lowly while listening to the two talk. What was going over him? Attacking Naruto like that… it was insane. He and Waya were his most loyal comrades, closest friends. How could he ever try to kill one of the only two people in this world he trusted? And because of a guy that doesn’t even like him.

So he fucking didn’t like him, so what! Hikaru didn’t like him either. He just didn’t want to have to deal with the boy’s objection. And oh, that little fuck did object. Even if he was half-unconscious he was still rejecting him. Why the hell was Hikaru helping him at all? Why should he care if he died? It was only sex; he could get it everywhere. Even with Waya, who was offering him that for quite a long while now. And he was a guy. The fact he’s beautiful meant nothing, since he’d seen many beautiful girls. But this one’s perfect, isn’t he?

“Shindou?”

That was probably the only reason. Hikaru’s greediness. Having all the things he wanted to himself, and not letting anyone else enjoy it; the best ship, best food and crew. The best bed and the most precious treasures. Best sex, best women; the most beautiful things people could imagine. And this guy was just one of them; another name on the list of the things Hikaru wanted.

“Shindou!”

Blinking, Hikaru was yanked out of his stupor and turned to look at Waya, who was waving his hand in front of his captain’s face. “Hm? What?”

Waya sighed and shook his head, “You’re going to regret this, you know.”

“Regret what?”

Hikaru’s eyes followed Waya’s hand as he pulled Naruto up. “We gotta go back to positions, lackbrain, you’ll see Princess next time, when he’s awake.”

Hikaru grumbled at Waya’s words and watched the two leave the room, the last part of their conversation that escaped through the closed door was Naruto’s surprised, “It’s a he?!”

Pressing a hand to his forehead, Hikaru sighed. Did he just hear Naruto say, ‘wait until Yuu-chan will hear!’? “Maybe I should lock the door next?”


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“Good morning.”
Akira blinked his eyes open the day after only to hear the captain’s voice too close to his ear, gazing at the green blurry dots that were the orbs of the staring man. So close…

“Did you sleep well?”

Memories of the evening before flashed through his mind and he sat immediately as a shiver ran down his spine; was he still dressed? Why is he on that man’s bed? Did he violate him again when he was unconscious?

Slowly, Akira pulled the blanket away from his body and peeked down. No, he was still fully dressed, and his behind did not sting that much anymore, either.

Letting out a deep sigh of relief he drew the man’s attention to him, and turned to look at him as same man sat up and leaned his back on the wall his side of the bed was pressed against.

“What, thought I fucked you again?” he asked in a mocking voice.

Akira immediately scowled, “…why must you always use such foul words, sir?” he asked with a hoarse voice. His throat was still sore and it was hard to swallow, but he managed; this man’s eyes wanted answers, and he knew that if he would not provide the reply he wanted, he’d get himself hurt.

The man cocked his eyebrow at Akira’s reply. “Oh, you decided to talk again, hm? That’s good.” He smirked and eyed his expression, chuckling lightly. “I assume you feel better if you start demanding things again.”

Akira was determined to ignore his remark by adding his own question. “Why am I on your bed, sir?" he remembered all too well last evening, but he couldn't recall the reason for his acceptance to sleep on the same bed with a person he loathed.

The man chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well you begged me to fuck you all night long, but I was too nice to do that so I let you sleep.”

Akira glared; “That’s-- that’s an outrageous lie!” he flushed mildly at the man’s implications. He would never do such a thing, not even unconscious!

“Is it?” the man cocked his eyebrow, apparently amused by Akira’s distress.

“I will never do such a thing, moreover with a man I do not know, sir!” he removed the covers quickly and got up to his feet, yelping as he was yanked back by his hair and landed on the bed again.

“Did I give you permission to leave my bed?” the man asked, his voice pleased with Akira’s fit of coughing. “Sit down.”

Knitting his eyebrows, Akira pulled his hair out of the captain’s grip and combed it with his fingers nervously. “…didn’t I ask you not to touch me when not necessary?”

The captain snorted at that. “Oh boy, you did? I probably didn’t listen.” He chuckled as the dark haired head turned to look at him, and angry turquoise eyes bore into olive-green ones. “If I won’t touch you when… ‘not needed’, as you put it, what would I get in return?”

“Nothing.” Akira hastily declared.
”Nothing?” he ‘tsk’ed a few times and shook his head slowly, and all Akira could’ve done was clutch the blanket in his fist. What was that man offering his now? “No, baby. If I leave you alone while I don’t fuck you, I want something back.”

“What would that be?” he asked slowly, hesitantly. But Akira already knew the answer. What could that man possibly want other than more sex, and… other things.

“I want your willingness.” The bleached banged man stated.

“What?” was what automatically left his mouth in a weak inquiry.

The man chuckled at that. “You heard me. I want you to be mine without any refusals or objections.”

“That’s preposterous!”

Shrugging, the man crossed his arms again, and it made Akira flinch. “Take it or leave it.”

“You’re asking me to forget about the fact you rape me. And the fact I hate your touch.”

“You didn’t seem to care that much about it earlier.” The green-eyed male cocked his eyebrow rebukingly. “You’ve been saying nothing for the last two days when I fucked you, and obeyed everything I said.”

Akira scowled. “You tell me, what would have you done in my place? You forced me to--“ he flushed again and gulped, looking away at his embarrassment. “…after what you made me do, sir.” He half whispered.

He only got a smirk in return, “Was it that bad?”

Akira did not answer. That man was playing with him; he knew that with certainty now. What in heavens was he thinking to himself?.. having a conversation with the man that dedicated the last five days to torture him. Five days?.. was it that long already?

“Oi, don’t ignore me.” he grabbed Akira’s chin and forced his azure orbs direct a gaze at his verdant ones.

“Then don’t ask stupid questions, captain.” He yanked his chin away and rubbed his eyes with his clutched fists, sighing. “I want to see Yagami-san.” It’s been so long since the last time he saw him… it felt like forever. He’s never been separated from his warden for more than two days, so it was rather new to him. How was he doing, really?

Noticing the man’s eyes narrowing, Akira pulled away slowly. “…I wonder if you do that on purpose.”

“…do what?”

“Try to annoy me.”

Akira immediately scowled, “I don’t see why it should annoy you, sir. Yagami-san is my friend and guardian. I want and need to see him.”

“I said no.”

Akira felt his anger rising within him. Why won’t this man let him see Taichi? It’s not as if he can escape in the middle of the sea! That would be stupid, especially at the fact he did not know how to swim. “I want to see him.”

“I don’t give a fuck about what you want.” The man growled. “Don’t you get it? I am not here to serve you. You are here to serve me, stupid brat.”

Akira glared at the man, “I already told you I am not going to be a vessel!”

“Nobody asked you to, babe.” Gazing at him again, the man seemed to be considering something, and it made Akira nervous. When he finally spoke, it was in such a serious tone that Akira stiffened. The look he received from the man made a shiver run down his spine. “There is one condition, if you really want to see that man.”

Even through the attempt of forcing himself not to give in to hope, Akira’s heart started beating faster. “…w-what is it?” he asked in a shaky voice. He wanted; he needed to see Taichi. Everything was worth it if he could’ve seen him again!

The man only examined him for a longer moment before adding, “Come to me.”

Blinking confused, Akira tried figuring out what the man was asking him to do. “What?”

“I want you to come to me. Ask me to have you. On the same frequency or more. I want you to come to me and let me have you.”

Akira gaped. “No.”

“I want to hear you moan, instead of staying silent or screaming and crying.”

“I said no!”

“Are you sure? Because that’d be the only way you’d get to see that man.”

“I won’t offer you anything of mine. Was I not clear enough in the first time?”

The captain’s eyes narrowed visibly, “…as you wish. You won’t see your friend, then, anytime soon.” He then got up and stretched his arms back. “Breakfast is soon. You can go take a shower while I check everything’s okay upstairs.”

“…I am not hungry.”

“I don’t care. I said you’re going to eat and you’re going to obey.” Akira watched him as he walked into the bathroom and listened to the water streaming out of the faucet. Soon the sound of brushing teeth sounded.

Greeting his teeth, he hoped the man would swallow the paste and choke on it; who was he to tell him what he could do or not do? And treating him like some whore! He was definitely not a whore (even though he did let this man touch him without opposing for the last two days), and he won’t let this man treat him with disrespect. He did that for long enough, and fear was not a reason to hold back anymore; he’d get himself hurt either way.

“You can’t force me.” Akira said as the man got out of the bathroom, drying his face and bearded chin with a small towel.

The man only shrugged, “Very well then, I will let deck boy know he won’t have to bring your friend food anymore.”

Akira stiffened immediately. “That’s blackmailing.”

It only earned him a chuckle. “I rob, I murder, and I’ve been raping you for five days now, do you really think I mind adding another crime to my résumé?”

Akira didn’t reply to that and only stood up, steadying himself with the wall as he felt a bit dizzy and started stepping towards the bathroom.

“Good boy.” He said while smirking.

“I do this for Yagami-san, not to satisfy you, sir.”

“You might still want to consider my offer again, then. I will accept anything you can give me, you know. Just so I could taste you willing. Even a kiss would do.” The captain said chuckling as he watched him close the door and lock it, “For now.” He heard faintly as the door muffled the captain's voice, and soon Akira recognized the sound of the door outside the bathroom shutting and the turn of the lock, sighing as he knew the man was no longer there.

“How can I ever give him something he insists on taking forcefully every time?”


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“Would you stop fooling around? UZUMAKI!”
Waya glared at the hyper blond that was stretching cheerfully on the upper deck, humming as the midday, bright sun washed over the tanned bodies of the crewmen of the Royal Thorn.

“Aw, come on, Waya, stop being an ass and let me enjoy this-tebayo. I am too tired of doing nothing up there, and all you do is enjoy the breeze down here and I am bored up there-tebayo!” he whined.

Waya rolled his eyes and was about to say something when,

“Will you shut the fuck up already?” looking to the side, Waya found himself facing his best friend.

“Oh thank god, someone who can actually slice you to pieces without getting reproached afterwards.”

Naruto chuckled. “Look who’s pissed so early today. What’s wrong, captain? You didn’t get laid tonight?”

Hikaru snapped at him with narrowed eyes, “I’m starting to regret not stabbing you yesterday when I had the chance.”

Naruto huffed indignantly as Waya laughed at him. "Shut up, asshole, you know I am right! He has the pissed off expression written all over his face."

Waya gazed amused at his friend. "He is right, you know." Crossing his arms over his chest, the auburn haired first mate chuckled at the agonizing expression that took over the annoyed one on his captain's face. "Don't tell me, he kicked you off the bed?"

"I wish." Hikaru hissed and leaned back on the handrail, "That boy is a serious brain fucker, I just can't stand him anymore." He gritted his teeth. "Yaga-here, Yaga-there, yap yap yap! Screw this! I will stab him next time I hear that name!"

Waya snorted at that. "Oh I see where this is heading to."

"Captain's jealous." Naruto chuckled amused. This was new; for Hikaru to ever care about who his fucktoys think about while he's nailing them, or when they just sit around doing practically nothing. Was he starting to like the boy?.. nah, it is Hikaru he's thinking about, after all.

Aforementioned half-blond captain stared at both for a long moment, his eyebrow cocking slightly. "No, let me get this straight. Are you two losing your minds? Cause I can't allow myself to have two incompatible, brainless crewmen on my ship."

"Why? We watch, we listen, we conclude."

"I must agree with Uzumaki this time, Shindou."

Hikaru chuckled. "What about? Me being jealous of that man? Wouldn't that mean I like the stupid brat?"

Waya only shrugged while Naruto gave him the knowing look. "I say you want him only to yourself."

Snorting, Hikaru shook his head. "Of course I want him to myself, Naruto. I don't tend to share my sex mates." He pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed. "You are crazy. The only good thing about that boy is his looks. He is beautiful, and that is it. No hidden meanings in this matter, since I hate the fucker's guts."

Waya and Naruto exchanged glances for a moment and then the blond smirked. "Then you won't mind if I go and check up on him?"

Hikaru twitched. "Check up or check out, lackbrain?"

"Don't worry, I'd do nothing to your beloved sextoy. I just want to take a better look at him."

Hikaru grumbled, and Waya knew his first urge was to throw Naruto off the ship and into the water; but he didn't, cause if he did he knew that Naruto would never let the topic go. So when the answer came, he was not surprised. "You better not lay a finger on him cause I swear, Uzumaki, you will be shark food."

Beaming, the blond saluted him and then started walking cheerfully towards the captain's room, probably knowing he should move fast, unless he wanted him to make a hole through his stomach with a random spear.

Waya cocked his eyebrow at his best friend. "So, wanna tell me what's the whole thing about?"

Hikaru grunted. "Sometimes I hate it that you know me so well." Waya smirked at that. "I offered the little brat a deal." Waya was intrigued at that.
"A deal?"

"Yes." Hikaru ruffled his hair with frustration. "I let him see his bushy haired idiot, and he let me fuck him without any objections."

Waya's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "I thought he already let you in without making you bleed." The thought itself almost made him crack up laughing.

"I wanted him to come to me for sex."
"That's preposterous."

"I don't care. I gave him an opening to see his friend, but no." Hikaru scowled. "He is too disgusted with my touch to allow himself do such a thing-- and besides!" Hikaru's frustration was now obvious. "I am going to fuck him either way! What does it matter whether he comes to me or just let me enter peacefully!"

Waya blinked a few times, disbelief clear on his face. "…you're too spoiled, Shindou." He then sighed. "You're too used to women."

Hikaru's head snapped to look at him, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you expect the boy to accept you as it is. Thing is, I don't think he's mentally feminine." Chuckling, Waya watched his friend's confusion with amusement. "I mean, that kid is a guy, and you already know it clearly. But you keep treating him like a woman, don't you?"

"…what's your point?"

Waya shook his head. "You're really dense sometimes." Leaning his back on the same handrail, he eyed his bleached banged captain. "Women, at the moment you stretch them enough and the pain of popping their cherry's gone, it doesn't matter how harsh you are, they will enjoy it to a certain degree. Technically, it takes a few times until the pain is gone and the vagina is stretched enough, but after you practice a few times, it's all about pleasure."

Hikaru snorted at that, "I already know those facts, Waya. You're forgetting I am straight." He cocked an amused eyebrow at his friend, "I am pretty surprised you know all of that, though."
"Why? I didn't mind having hetero sex with women in the past." He chuckled, "But that's not what I'm trying to say here."
"Then what are you trying to say here, Waya?"

He then sighed. "You tell me. When you think about someone shoving his dick up your ass, what do you do?"

"Cut his throat."

That earned him a smack on the head. "Okay, we'll forget about the fact you're a stupid ass. Think about it like that- when you crap."

Hikaru snorted at that, "Oh boy, you're all about being polite today, aren't you?"

"Your anus is being stretched and then its muscles draw it back to being narrow again, right?" he ignored Hikaru's words and continued. "So every time you enter the boy, you stretch him, and every time you pull out, it closes again."

"…god, Waya, if you won't get to the point anytime soon I am going to stretch you."

"With pleasure. Now," he made a small loop with his finger and thumb and with his other hand pressed two fingers to it. "This is before." He then moved his fingers through the loop and widened it. "And this is after. While you move inside of him, his insides extend with you. Whenever you pull slightly out, the now abandoned passage will close after you, until you do it a few times and make it keep slightly wide."

Hikaru blinked while watching Waya moving his two fingers in and out of the loop. "Ne," he grabbed a third finger and added to the other two inside of the hole Waya formed with his fingers, and then smirked. "Now that's more realistic."

Waya snorted and smacked him again. "Stop being cocky, brat!" he sighed and shook his head. He was impossible when he didn't want to listen, but if he won't tell him now, there was no chance he'd get the boy's need. "Now listen!.. This is how it goes- male and female has different bodies, therefore what gives a woman pleasure won't necessarily give a man the same thing."

"Obviously."
"Exactly. Now, when the rubbing itself makes a woman feel good, male aren't going to cum by just that."

Hikaru cocked his eyebrow. "I did. When I fucked him, I did."

"That's you, what about him?"

"What about him?"
Waya chuckled. "You're an idiot. Look, when you have sex with a guy, whether he's experienced or a virgin, you have somewhere to aim to."

"…god, I feel like I'm back to high school, where we've been given sex lessons."

"You've never been to high school." Waya commented and continued with his lecture. "So, deep inside his passage, there's a spot called prostate."

"You seriously got into this shit, huh?"

"Just fucking listen! Do you want him to come to you or not?"

"…fine, just hurry up, Uzumaki's been with him for too long now."

"Thank you for shutting up!" he huffed impatiently. God, talking to him while all he's thinking about is making sure his fucktoy's only his was impossible. Better do this quickly. "The prostate is a spot that you have to find by yourself, cause it's never on the same place. It changes with each male's body. But it's always at the end of the passage, which means you have to thrust as hard as possible."
"I already do that," Hikaru huffed. "But he never seems to enjoy it."

Waya rolled his eyes, "Of course he doesn't! Do you even aim to find that spot?"
"No. Didn't even know it exist until now." Hikaru sighed, "You gay bitches are too complicated."

"You're on your way, bud." Waya crossed his arms. "Anyways, you better stretch him first or use some lubricant before you fuck him senseless, as you like to declare all the time." He chuckled. "You probably wouldn't, since after all, all you think about is your own pleasure."

"Is there any other kind of pleasure?" Hikaru shrugged it off.

Waya glanced at him with a serious expression, "The idea and the fact you gave pleasure to the same person that gives it to you."

…

When Akira felt a hand pressing against his lips he gasped, his palms immediately pressing to the man’s hands in order to pull them off while his head snapped to the side. Taking a few seconds to distinguish what was blocking his view he found himself facing a bush of blond hair.

That somewhat helped to calm him down. “Y-Yamato-san?”
”Ahh, so you already know deckboy?” a cheerful voice was heard, and Akira stiffened when he did not recognize the one possessing it. “No need to get all offensive. Promise not to scream and I will let you go.”

Akira’s mind was drowning with random questions, such as this man’s identity and if it was safe to do as he says. Slowly, his hands released the man’s limbs and he nodded once. It was best not to get himself in trouble. He already knew what the men on this ship were capable of. Why put himself in more danger than he already was in?

“Good boy.” The man sounded satisfied and the next moment Akira’s mouth was released. The first thing he did was take a few steps forward, and then turned around to face the man. “Don’t look so petrified, I won’t do anything.” He snorted. “Captain would take my dick off if I touch you behind his back.”

Akira immediately frowned. Another guy that uses filthy words? Figures, he’s just another one of his pirates. “What business do you have with me, sir?”

The guy cocked his eyebrow. “Whoa, you’re getting Captain’s look there.” He then smirked, apparently amused with Akira’s displeasure. “I’m Uzumaki Naruto. I am the hot guy up at the observation post. You are?”
It didn’t matter how much Akira mistrusted him, he still was well-mannered, and when a person introduced himself to him, he had to reply the same way. “Touya Akira, a… very nice meeting you.” How could he possibly lie like this?

At that the blond called Naruto laughed. “Oh boy, you really are a female.”

At that Akira’s eyes went wide. “I beg your pardon?” Was that man just calling him a woman? What on earth was it with those people! Each and every one of them saying he is feminine! So he was feminine, so what?! It’s not like he’s breaking the law! Nor was it his fault.

“Well, this hair, these eyes, your face and body.” The blond’s eyes wandered down Akira’s torso and stopped at his chest. “…though you have no breasts, but that’s probably the reason Captain assumed you were flat.” He snorted at that thought, as if something about it amused him. “Captain hates flat girls. It’s a wonder he took you. Well, no, actually it’s not.” He chuckled as he eyed Akira from top to bottom once more. “You really are a beauty.” He grinned smugly. “No wonder you caught my eye.”

So this was the man that spotted him on the ship? The captain called him Naruto, indeed… when he found out Akira was actually a male, and kept on saying he’d kill the blond… so this was the man that made his life a living hell? “Please leave this room, sir.”

The blond blinked at that, “Eh?” Akira crossed his arms over his chest and gave him a hard look. “What’s wrong with you all of a sudden, kid?”

“You are the one that got me into this mess, or are you not?”

“Well, yeah.” He beamed as if Akira just complimented him on it. “I saw you, found you sexy and told my captain!” the look he got from Akira was all but impressed.

“Please get out of here.” He said quietly.

That only made the blond blink in confused again. “You’re completely bipolar.”

“I am not allowed to stay in the same room with a man whom is not the captain.”

“Are you that tamed now?” he huffed, seemingly aggravated with the fact he was not very welcome. “Well, just so you’d know, I have Captain’s permission to be here with you.”

Akira’s eyes turned impossibly wide at that. His arms slowly uncrossing, “T-the Captain… allowed you to be here?”

“Of course. Do I look like a madman? I won’t ever do something that would make Captain angry with me. I like the current position of my head, thank you.”

Akira clutched his fists, his anger rising with every passing second. Was that man sent here to take him as well? Didn’t the captain say he’s the only one allowed to touch him? Or did he change his mind now? For heaven’s sake, there was no way Akira would let this defilement occur again with another man!

“Oi, what’s with the look?”

Apparently, Akira did not notice he was glaring, but it only helped the gravity of his statement slid smoother. “Get out of here.”

“What the fuck?” the blond immediately frowned. “What did I do now?”
"If your captain thinks he can rape me and then call the guys to share then he’s VERY wrong!”

“…you’re insane.”

“Get out of here!” Akira looked around and grabbed a shoe, lifting it over his head threateningly. “Get out of here now before I lose my patience.” No one, no one, would ever turn him into a male whore. NO ONE, and that includes that horrible captain.

The man called Naruto stared at the shoe Akira was holding and snorted. “No wonder Captain’s so sick of you.” He took a few steps closer to him as Akira stepped backwards,

“Don’t come any closer..!” he said, clutching the shoe in his hand. “Stay back!” the blond only snickered when Akira bumped his legs back against the bed and stumbled, yelping.

Leaning over him to grab the shoe, the blond gaped as Akira started hitting him with his fists.

“Get off of me, you beast!” he yelled and started attacking the man’s face with his fingernails. Naruto groaned as his cheek got bruised and cut by the clawing attack and managed to pin Akira’s wrists over his head.

Holding his breath, Akira stared up at him dreadfully and tried throwing him off by arching his back. “I am not trying to hurt you, you idiot! Stop that, HEY!”

At that instant, the door flung open and the auburn haired male stepped into the room, his expression grave and his voice restrained as he barked, “UZUMAKI!”

The blond immediately let go of Akira, pulling away from him and turning back to look at the first mate. “Waya, okay, I know how this looks like, I SWEAR-!”

The man called Waya scowled. “If you’re aware of that, then you better know you’re in big trouble, asshole.” He huffed and shoved the door wide open, “Get back to your position before I kick your stupid ass and tell Captain you’ve been messing with his toy.”

Akira sat up and clenched his teeth as he heard the man referring him as a toy. So it wasn’t just the captain, then?

“I swear I didn’t do anything, I just wanted to talk and he freaked out!”

“Yeah, talking on the bed, tell me about it later, now scat.”

The blond said nothing and only obeyed the first mate’s order, leaving the room as quick as possible and sending Akira a puffed cheeks look. The other guy, on the other hand, closed the door behind him and stepped into the room, a thing which only made Akira more nervous. That blond guy was looking kind of a softy, but this one… he just freaked Akira out.

Besides of looking strong, he also looked mad, and that meant trouble. “…are you another man he sent?” Akira asked with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Another man?” the auburn haired man cocked his eyebrow.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” He didn’t want this. He didn’t want anyone to touch him, and letting that man touch him was already a sacrifice… but letting other people have him, too? That was unacceptable. “Your captain already got what he wanted; I don’t hit him when he violates me. I don’t cry, nor do I try to stop him.”

“Why are you telling this to me?”

“Because I don’t want to be humiliated by more people!” he stated helplessly.

Blinking a few times, the man’s scowl deepened. “And what made you think I am going to, as you stated so nicely, rape you?”

Akira gaped just slightly, then mildly cocked his head to the side. “You’re not?” he let out weakly. Was this man serious? He wasn’t here to do anything to him?

“Of course not, I will never touch Captain’s property.”

“I am not his property.”

“That’s insignificant,” he waved it off. “Whether I call you Captain’s property or just his fucktoy, it’s all the same. You belong to him, I will never betray my friend.”

Akira nodded slowly. “…so even within a group such as yours there’s loyalty?” he asked in a quiet, pensive voice.

“Of course there is.” The man frowned. “Or did you think I just save that dick’s butt because I like getting into fights?” he then chuckled. “Well, actually I do like fighting, but it has nothing to do with protecting my captain and friend.”

“Then why are you here? There must be a reason.”

“Of course there is.” As Akira looked at him questioningly, he continued. “Captain asked me to make sure you were not doing anything suspicious.”

Akira stood up immediately. “What could I possibly do in a room that is usually locked!”

“Oi oi, take it easy, brat.” The man warned. “I am not your owner, I won’t take your little tantrums lightly as that ass does.” Akira stayed in his spot when the first mate took a couple of steps closer. “I’m gonna give you an advice. But first, your name.”

Akira stared into the intimidating man’s bright golden eyes. “Touya Akira.”

The man only nodded at that, “Touya, then. I am Waya, so stop calling me sir. It disgusts me.”

“Yes, sir… Waya.”

“You might be used to a special treatment, as a Touya.” He chuckled at the confused look he got. “Yeah, I know that name. Elite, no? You’re pretty famous in Japan.”

“You’re Japanese?”

“Yeah, you can say so.” He then continued, “Captain probably doesn’t. He gives a fuck about aristocracy and titles, unluckily for you.”

“Then what is the advice you wanted to tell me, si…Waya-san?”

“Don’t play with him.” He said firmly. “I don’t know what kind of class of treatment you get after you blowup, but don’t expect a man like him to be your punch bag.”

“Then what do you expect me to do, sir?” he asked vigorously. “To let him humiliate me again? I am not attracted to men, Waya-san, I cannot stand his touch, nor do I like him as a person. That man enjoys seeing me cry and beg. I am not used to this kind of… behavior!”

Sighing, Waya crossed his arms over his chest. “I see your point, but I can do nothing about it. You can’t act like a spoiled brat, princess Touya.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Captain will eventually get sick of you, so hang on until then. He would probably let you go, and I will try convincing him about it.” He knitted his eyebrows in thought. “Can’t you just enjoy it?”

“Impossible.”

“Hm.” He hummed for a moment and then sighed, “Look, Touya, I am not in your favor about this. That butthead’s my friend, so I will always be on his side. But I understand your side as well.”

“…should I thank you?” It was not an arrogant question, but a very sincere one. He didn’t know whether he should offend or resign this battle. “I mean…” at the moment they both heard footsteps coming closer, Waya cut him off.

“Pride is necessary, Touya.” he stated and let his arms loose. “But arrogance will get you killed. Keep that in mind.”

As the door opened before Akira could reply and the captain stepped inside, Waya turned around with a smirk. “Scared I conquered your little lover?”

The bleached banged man snorted. “Of course, Waya, as if I will ever suspect you.” His gaze turned to Akira, and the boy stiffened. “Did you miss me, brat?”

“I must say I didn’t.” he replied indignantly.

Waya just shrugged, “I will leave you two alone. Butthead, I need to talk to you when you’re done.” He threw a last glance at Akira and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement, “Think of what I told you.”

Akira watched him leave, and his eyes stayed fixed on the door as it closed behind the man’s back. “Oi, look at me, brat!”

When Akira’s head snapped back towards the man, he found himself staring right at the broad, silk covered chest, a few inches from his nose. Tilting his head up, he looked defiantly into the two green orbs that glowed with impatience and irritation.

“What is it, sir?”

…

Hikaru did not like the fact there were secrets between his wench and his friend; he needed to know what were they talking about, but walking after Waya and asking him was too easy. He wanted the boy to answer him, at all costs. He had to tame him soon, or else he’d throw him off the ship.

“What did Waya tell you?” he demanded to know.

“Nothing that would interest you.” The boy huffed in reply and turned his back at him to start and walk towards the bed. Was the brat getting cocky now? “What is it that you want now, sir? To quench your lust again?”

Hikaru’s gaze darkened. “What if I do?”

“Very well.” He turned back to him as he reached the side of the bed, and only then Hikaru saw the subdued rage in his eyes. But what the hell was it with this boy!? Was he getting pissed by just seeing him there?! Stupid brat. Hikaru won’t have patience to deal with him for long.

“What now?” he asked with a scowl. “Wanna tell me what fucking annoyed you this time or are you PMSing again? Hm?”

The displeasure was now even more obvious on the furious boy’s face, and Hikaru wanted to grunt. What the fuck? “Why did you bring that guy in earlier? Didn’t you say you don’t want anyone to get in or out but Yamato-san?”

Hikaru frowned at that. So he already made friends with the deck boy? “What, I thought you liked Waya, with the whole ‘secret conversation’ you had with him.” He slowly started to step towards him, very unpleased by that thought, but he trusted Waya with his life. He would never do anything to hurt him. “Or are you that snotty to dislike company of people such as my crew?”

“I am not referring Waya-san’s visit, I am talking about Uzumaki-san!”

Hikaru blinked at that. “Uzumaki… Naruto?” What did the brat do to him? And why was he referring him as ‘san’, for fuck’s sake, how could anyone refer that ass like that. “What, you want to tell me he was rough?” he joked, only then noticing the boy’s fist clutching.

At the first moment, it was only that; watching the boy’s rage surfacing and darkening his expression, and at the next, he was staring blankly at him as the boy was inches from his body, and his cheek was stinging from the latter’s slap. Did that seriously happen just now?

Gritting his teeth, Hikaru glared back at the teen in front of him. “What the HELL was that for!”

“How dare you!”

“That’s what I’m fucking asking, bitch!” he hissed, grabbing the boy’s wrist as he tried to wreak a second blow and pressed him to the wall with his other hand on his shoulder. “What the FUCK is the matter with you!”

“I will NOT be your crew’s whore!”

“What the hell are you talking about!” was this kid insane? Did he make him go insane with all of those thrusts the last few days?

“I am talking about you!” the boy yelled. “You and your unbearable arrogance! I might endure your touch, but that is only because you scare me with your constant threats regarding Yagami-san’s life!”

“What IS your point, bitch?”

He glared lividly. “I will not let you share me with other people!” he spat the words. “I will not be other people’s vessel as well as yours!”

Hikaru glared back with just as much fury. “What, for fuck’s sake, made you think I am going to share you with my crew, you little imp!”

“Your own words! Your man’s actions!” he started trying to release his hand, but that was quite an impossible job since Hikaru was much, much stronger, and equally irritated. “Why else would you let anyone enter this room when you made it clear at the very beginning they’re not allowed to!”

“Because I trust those fuckers!” he then groaned. “Why the hell do I have to explain myself to YOU?! You’re only here to please me, and you barely even do that!”

“Then let me go!” he clutched his fist again. “Let me go and find yourself another person to please you, because I surely won’t ever do that.”

“No.”

“Why not!” he exclaimed, and the tint of helplessness in his voice made Hikaru frown.

“Because I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you.” He growled.

The boy only blinked at the admission. “…what?” he let out weakly.

Catching himself, Hikaru knitted his eyebrows. “Don’t get me wrong, brat. I don’t give a fuck about emotional crap, so don’t even dare to think I fell for such a brain fucking bitch like you.”

“Then what is it, sir?” he asked venomously.

Hikaru moistened his lips with the tip of his tongue while thinking of a right way to phrase what he wanted to say. “Your body, I like it.” He stated simply. Well, it was the truth. “And your skin is much smoother than any girl I ever had. Simply put, your body is perfect in my eyes. Whether it’s your face or the rest of your figure. I like everything about it besides your stupid character and snappish mouth.” Hikaru huffed, looking into the irritated boy’s eyes. “I won’t accept anyone seeing you naked except me for as long as I want you. My crew is already aware of that, and they won’t touch you, since they know what the punishment of laying a hand on my property is, but if someone, anyone, tries something funny they’ll be sure to pay.”

When all he got for that was a glare, Hikaru cocked his eyebrow. Not feeling so meek anymore, huh? “Then I will make sure the first guy entering here will see me ever more naked than you ever had.” He hissed, and his words only made Hikaru glare back. Did this guy not fear for his life anymore?! What’s with the suicidal behavior! “You know, princess,” he started as his hand slowly stroke down the boy’s soft skin, his hand moving from his cheek to his neck and his fingers slowly wrapped themselves around it. He felt him flinch. “I don’t think you get your own words regarding the matter.” He hummed dangerously low. “Or maybe you do?”

But he ignored Hikaru’s words again, “And the one to have the pleasure to be the first would be your first mate.” He hissed angrily.

At that, Hikaru squeezed hard the boy’s neck, gritting his teeth at his cheeky behavior. “Stay away from Waya.” He hissed menacingly, pressing the boy harsher to the wall. “Waya’s not a stupid bitch like you, he wouldn’t fall for a trap like that and become your little puppet.”

“A man doesn’t have to be stupid to be attracted to me, though in your case it shows just the opposite.”

Snarling, Hikaru slapped the boy who yelped, and felt immense satisfaction washing through him after not doing that for a few days now. “I will teach you a little lesson, princess.” He hissed, watching the boy’s cheek turning slightly red while he turned his head back to face him defiantly. “I informed you from the first day I brought you here I will not tolerate your attitude. I am not your servant, I will not take your orders nor am I going to bear with your stupid games!”

“Then kill me already and get over with it.” He gritted through clenched teeth.

Hikaru chuckled dangerously, then let go of his neck. “No, I have a better idea.” He grinned predatorily, pulling him away from the wall. “What best way to hurt you then shattering your pride?” He will humiliate the boy more than he could stand, and for once make him bind that sharp tongue of his.

“Wa- wait!” Oh, was he faltering now? Too bad. He shoved him back on the bed and made him lay sprawled on it, smirking ravingly as he saw in the boy’s eyes he already knew what was coming.

“I will make you wish you were dead tonight, baby.” He whispered so softly it scared even himself.

That night, Hikaru was extremely harsh, letting himself pour all of his anger and frustration into the boy. And the latter? He experienced a new level of pain.

The next day, Hikaru changed his blood-stained sheets.


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A/N: Yes, again. Wow, that was quite long. Quite, I say? It's was impossibly long! I think I just passed every brainfucking writer on this web.. haha
Well, what can I say, I hope you liked this chapter, and read all of it. I can't believe I did! and I really am sorry for delaying..
Exams and birthday, so June's kind of a busy month. Yah, I am legal and graduated! Long live my new computer!
I will try my hardest to type next chapter as quickly as possible! Just tell me what you think about this one cause I have such low confidence about my writing skills.

Yours, Raven.