Untitled II
Focus: Hikaru/Kaoru/May
One-shot
Rated M
Kaoru set the knife down carefully. Reclining in the leather seat, he continued to observe the security feed with interest. Forged and polished steel glittered with the crisp reflection of the full-colour images on the screen. It was one of many screens, he didn't particularly like it when things went on on his territory that he could immediately view and react to. On the screen an unconscious figure was being securely bound to a steel chair, which itself was bolted onto the ground, preventing any chance of escape, even by something with superhuman power.
The hint of a smile played at the edges of Kaoru's lips. He would never admit it to anyone but himself, but he had been highly uncertain as to whether or not this plan would work. Now, after it had all gone down, he was the one reclining and watching the security feed, and the one he hunted was unconscious and firmly within his control. The bait... well, she would have her own uses as well. Kaoru stood and walked out of the room, there was much to do.
Hikaru's eyes fluttered open. There was several moments of confusion as he tried to figure out where he was, how he got there, and what he was doing before he went unconscious. This was followed by even greater confusion as he realized he couldn't move his hands or feet. For that matter, he couldn't see either. Claustrophobia threatened to kick in and Hikaru began to struggle. The sounds and sensations created by this told him a few things, causing him to stop his movement for the moment. The first fact brought to him was the harsh and unyielding bindings on his ankles and wrists, made of some sort of cold metal. He would not be able to get himself out of them at the moment. The second was the hollow echoes and rattles his struggles created. He was in an enclosed room, and though restrained, was not entirely sealed in a tight space. This helped calm the rising panic. The third was the soft rustling around his face, he had been blindfolded.
“You always did sleep in late,” a caustic, humourless voice.
Hikaru had stopped struggling several seconds ago, but at the sound of this voice, his breathing froze as well. So much like his own... yet without life, without pity or remorse, without anything even approaching human feelings or cares. This was a much worse situation than he had originally suspected.
“Took you long enough, asshole. I was expecting you sooner,” no real fear, not yet. Now that the situation he had been running from for so long was actually occurring, Hikaru had nothing but anger and impatience welling up inside him.
Kaoru smiled at the defiance, “I could have taken you at any time, any place. There's nothing you've done that I haven't seen and tracked, your entire-”
“Look, could you just kill me already?” Hikaru interrupted, “...unless you were planning to talk me to death. With you that's entirely poss-”
More metal. Cold, sharp, against his throat. Hikaru stopped mid-sentence, breathing in sharply through the nose as the knife was slowly pulled away, leaving a thin line and a small dribble of blood. There was now a smirk in Kaoru's voice, “Ah, so you're not quite as ready to die as you would like others to believe.”
Hikaru felt the edge of the knife trail over his shoulders, almost gently. Kaoru continued, “Of course, by the end of this you'll be more than ready to die. You might even be begging for it if you aren't... otherwise distracted.”
The bound figure rallied, knowing full well this was nothing more than a psychological game at the moment. He forced a smile, “Chasing me across two continents and squandering the family fortune to do so. It doesn't take a genius to see you're desperately compensating for something. Am I the only one left alive who knows what it is? That you're just pissing sour grapes over the fact that I'm still the more deserving heir than you? That I'm still the far better son?”
The knife stopped dragging and began digging, eliciting a grunt of pain from Hikaru. “Struck a nerve, did I? Why don't you go running home to mommy? Oh yeah, that's right, you killed her you worthless piece of shit!”
Now even the fear of death was gone. Now that he knew he was in the clutches of his brother, he had accepted the fact that he likely wasn't going to live much longer. Might as well take what shots he could before he went. “Is it my fault that your life is such a colossal failure? Why are you so pissed off at me? I merely was getting what I deserved. You, on the other hand, spent all your time bitching and moaning and generally being an emo whore. Is this your solution to it all? Killing everyone? You'll fail at this like you failed at everything else! I got the birthright, I got the love of May, I got the heirloom, I got it all because I gave a shit about someone other than myself. Even if you kill me, you'll still never get any of it because you're too fucking stupid and selfish to understand what any of it really means.
“So go ahead and fucking kill me already. Torture me if it makes you feel better. I'll still have the last laugh because, in the end, when I'm dead, you'll still have nothing. You'll still be no closer to finding any sort of happiness. You'll spend eternity feeling miserable and pissed off at others, at the world, at reality itself. But most of all you'll be pissed off at yourself for being such a complete and utter failure at life, until you finally do one thing right in your life... unlife, and decide to off yourself by watching a sunrise.”
“Are you about done?” Kaoru's voice was traveling behind Hikaru now. Hikaru tried to crane his head to follow, but the restraints kept him in place.
“Not a chance in hell you silly little fucktard. I might not have been the best 'big brother' in the world, and I don't really care to start right now. But I can tell you that you're the most sad, pathetic pile of human excrement I've ever...what the fuck are you doing?!”
The knife was dragging again, but this time not across his skin. In one smooth movement, Hikaru's shirt was cut in half. A few moments' work and the sleeves had been sliced off as well, exposing his entire top half exposed to the cool, dry air. “Keep going,” Kaoru said, walking around to the front of the restrained man again.
“No, no, I don't think I will you sad little man,” Hikaru spat, “I'm so far above you, you didn't even deserve the acknowledgment I've given you so far, so I see no need to continue.”
“Suit yourself,” Kaoru replied, and carefully slipped the blade of the knife underneath the ankle of Hikaru's pants. He began dragging it upward, neatly slicing through the leather. He started on the other leg.
“What the hell?” Hikaru asked sarcastically, “Are you trying to engage in some silly fangirl slashfic fantasy or what? 'Cause if you are, I'd rather you kill me first.”
“It's funny,” Kaoru said, continuing to dismantle Hikaru's clothing with cold precision, “You whine about how you have everything and I have nothing. When I'm the one with the family's resources at my disposal. I'm the one who can get anything and everything I need at a moment's notice. I now even have you, and by extension, the family heirloom. Anyone looking at us would realize that, contrary to what you claim, I'm the one who has everything, and you have nothing.”
“Hell,” Kaoru carefully removed the last of Hikaru's clothing, “I even have personal belongings of your dearly departed May Hawthorne, the very thing I used to lure you in here in the first place. The one area I've come up short in, in fact, is gaining possession of the life of May herself.”
Hikaru spat again, “You can't possess her, asshole, she was her own person. You're just too fucking immature and stupid to accept that, so you had to kill her instead.”
Kaoru shrugged, even though the other man couldn't see it, “Whatever. I couldn't have her alive, but you'd be surprised how fast I'm learning to be satisfied with her in a state beyond life.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Hikaru was getting even angrier now, “What the fuck did you do with her body you fucking-”
The blindfold was ripped away. The first sight Hikaru saw froze the words in his throat and drained the blood from his face. Sitting directly across from him... it was her. The woman he believed dead, killed at the hands of his brother, for over a year. “She looks as beautiful as the day she died, doesn't she?” Kaoru's words were sickeningly sweet, but his voice was just as cold as ever, “When I was taking care of our... family issues, you ran away so soon that you didn't get to see what I had done with her. Undeath has its advantages, one of them being the ability to save another from death of one sort to replace it with death of another.”
Hikaru's mouth opened, but no words came out. “Speechless?” Kaoru asked, stepping in front of Hikaru again, “Good, get used to it.”
He viciously grabbed Hikaru's chin, wrenching the bound man's jaw open. With a grimace of distaste he quickly fished about inside Hikaru's mouth and clamped a stunned tongue between thumb and forefinger. There was a gargling scream of pain as Hikaru's tongue was forcefully dragged out and the knifeblade sawed through it, leaving nothing behind but a ragged, bloody stump. Kaoru looked at the glistening red lump on his hand with disgust, “That was unpleasant. Perhaps something more attractive will make it better.”
Hikaru gargled and spat, fighting with everything left in him to not continue screaming in pain. He couldn't give that bastard that sort of satisfaction. He was so preoccupied it took him a second to realize what Kaoru was doing now. His eyes widened in shock as Kaoru repeated with May what he had done with Hikaru, efficiently slicing the frail black dress she wore off, exposing her pale, shapely frame. Through it all she sat motionless. “I've been training her for quite some time,” Kaoru explained as he worked, ignoring the angry, incoherent protests from Hikaru, “There is something to be said about vampiric powers. It took a while, but she's become exactly as I'd like her to be. You see, though she's sitting her so quiet, so obedient, she is still the same May you knew. She still hates me for what I've done to her, what I'm going to do to her. She loves you more than almost anything else.”
Kaoru ran a hand through her dark hair, almost gently, before grabbing a handful and yanking her head back, “I'm actually rather proud of this. I've managed to separate her mind from her physical body. She still retains her free will, her freedom of thought, but her body is mine to control. I'd go into detail about what I've done to her... with her, but I think you'll find out more than enough soon.”
Kaoru leaned down, whispering something in May's ear. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she nodded, looking straight at Hikaru. Her red lips parted, “Yes sir.”
Kaoru began undoing his own pants as May silently fell to her hands and knees and crawled towards Hikaru. She stopped mere inches away from him, her face between his forced-apart knees, right at his midsection. “Keep in mind,” Kaoru said as he kneeled behind her, “She still has freedom of thought. She knows what's coming and quite definitely doesn't want it. Why don't you tell him, May?”
May shuddered as if a switch had been hit, “Kitty! I'm sorry, he's making me-” a voice full of pain and anguish, of a mutual terror, both resigned to tortures past and re-inflamed by the present situation.
“That's about enough of that,” Kaoru said, sneering as May's voice was cut off mid-sentence.
Hikaru began thrashing violently... yet not quite so violently that his struggles would accidentally strike the woman on her hands and knees in front of him. He tried not to look, tried not to acknowledge it. But May's gasp of pain, the squeezing shut of her eyes as Kaoru penetrated her from behind still formed the whole of his sensory perception. Hikaru couldn't look away, he could only glare helplessly at his brother as Kaoru began to rape May in front of him.
Kaoru grabbed May's midsection and dragged her backwards, forcing her to take everything inside. He then pushed her forward and repeated the process. The gasps turned into screams and cries as Kaoru continued to violate her. Yet through all of it she did not budge from her position in front of Hikaru, made no attempt to fight back or get away. Kaoru stopped for a second, just long enough to say, “Tell him how it feels, May.”
“Kitty!” May cried in pain between thrusts, “Oh god... help me... it's hurr... ting so bad... ly! ... I can't... move... he's rip... ping me... !”
“That's a good girl,” Kaoru said, his quiet, cold voice somehow carrying above her shouts, “But Hikaru seems rather unhappy with it all. Why don't you make him happy, May?”
May's eyes widened in terror, but already one of her hands was moving. In between gasps of pain she looked up at Hikaru with fear and resignation, “I'm... so sor... ry Kitty...”
Hikaru was nearly mad with helpless fury now. He screamed and coughed blood at Kaoru before looking down at May uncomprehending. For a second everything froze as her hand snaked delicately between his legs. It took Hikaru a moment to realize what the warmth in his crotch was. He stared disbelieving as May's lithe fingers went to work, curling and gently massaging his cock, even as she cried and gasped as stared up at him in mixed agony and sadness.
Hikaru's body began reaction to the sensation, even if his mind didn't yet fully comprehend it. May's hand remained steady, even as her body was ravaged, and soon the object of her attention had grown to full size. “Mmmay! Gggg-gg-nnoh!” Hikaru tried to say between blood and a severed tongue.
The woman listened, but continued to move. Her body bucked back and forth as her fingers pumped slowly and softly up and down Hikaru's shaft. With one a look of resignation, May lowered her face, delicately taking the tip of Hikaru's member inside her mouth. “Gggggnoooh!” Hikaru shouted.
May's head shifted back and forth as Kaoru forced himself into her from behind. Though her body rocked haphazardly back and forth, her head moved only slightly as her tongue went to work, warmly wrapping around the head and moving up and down the shaft of Hikaru's cock. Hikaru's protests turned into a helpless groan as her ministrations elicited more and more reactions from his body.
May's hand began moving faster as her head bobbed up and down. Hikaru turned his head away, trying to ignore what was happening in front of him, what was happening to him. His body refused to cooperate, though. Soon his hips were bucking helplessly up and down, he could feel the orgasm rising in him.
Kaoru withdrew from May and walked towards Hikaru, smirking the entire time. He grabbed a handful of Hikaru's hair, “This is what you deserve, brother,” the voice was almost a grunt.
Warm fluid splashed across Hikaru's face even as his own body spasmed in a helpless, forced orgasm. Hikaru gasped and slumped in the chair, tears now streaming freely down his cheeks as May looked up at him, his own semen spattered across her face. The world felt over to Hikaru. He barely even heard Kaoru's voice as the younger brother left the room, “Now you see, you both belong to me.”
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