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In the Devil's Teeth by eprime
Anime » Finder Series Rated: M, English, Angst & Drama, Words: 72k+, Favs: 479, Follows: 367, Published: May 12, 2012 Updated: Dec 19, 2013
539 Chapter 3: Egregiously an Ass
Rating: NC-17

Contains: angst, sexual situations, dubious consent/non-con

Author's Note: The chapter title really says it all.

Akihito thumbed over the marks he'd dug into the paint of the windowsill with his fingernail. Twenty-three lines to mark the twenty-three days that had passed since he'd been brought here. Listlessly, he pressed his forehead against the glass and stared out the drab view he now could draw blind if only he had a pencil and paper.

The only thing that ever changed were the cars that drove along the streets so far below. His favorite game was to count the different colors, guess how many would be blue or red or black in a given amount of time. He'd talk out loud to himself, placing bets on the outcome, arguing with himself.

Today, though, he only stared, lost in a deep trance-like state as the cars moved to the rhythm of the traffic lights below. He didn't shift when the door opened behind him. It was food and laundry day, and he'd learned that it was useless to speak to Kirishima, the one who brought his supplies, and the only person he ever saw besides Asami.

He was obviously under orders not to say a word, and the only time Akihito had managed to catch his eye, the flash of pity before Kirishima could school his features was worse than no contact at all. He'd tried to get him to talk at first, but Kirishima went about his business quickly and quietly, though the rigid line of his spine all but shouted his discomfort.

The unbearable sickening feeling that he was slowly fading away, that he wasn't even real anymore, was too much for Akihito. He didn't even glance around.

"Is this what you've been taught?"

Akihito gasped, his face jerking toward the sound of Asami's voice. It wasn't even dark yet, and though Asami didn't exactly come on a regular schedule, he never came this early in the day. An unsettling apprehension made his insides churn, but he scrambled off the ledge he was perched on and went over to Asami, holding his jacket as he shrugged out of it and folding it carefully over the arm of the sofa.

It was a cruel mockery of the way things had been back at home. Asami's home. Had it ever been his too, or was he always only a temporary interloper? Akihito wasn't sure exactly how it had started back then-greeting Asami at the door like he was some kind of housewife, taking his briefcase and his coat and putting them away. Asami had never commented on it.

He'd always acted like it was natural, though sometimes Akihito had thought he'd seen a hint of a pleased glint in Asami's eyes, even the corners of his mouth quirking up the faintest bit. Now, though, having Akihito go through the motions of domesticity was intended only to drive the knife in deeper.

As Asami took a seat, Akihito hurried to the kitchen to pour him a drink from the bottle that had been left for just this purpose. He brought the glass, along with an ashtray, and presented them to Asami, and then he knelt at Asami's feet, staring at the floor as his heart thumped heavily.

For how long they sat in silence, Akihito didn't know, but Asami drank slowly, eventually reaching to grasp Akihito's chin and raise his face to him. "You were so easy to break after all, weren't you, Akihito? I thought you would have been more of a challenge, but now, I just feel bored."

Shame slithered down and coiled in his belly like a cold snake. Still, a little bit of his old self flared up, though his voice was tired and dull. "What do you expect if you threaten my family and friends?"

Asami gave a cold laugh. "Are you saying that I couldn't break you without that threat hanging over you?"

Akihito's eyes raised slowly then, and something like life came into them, the old fire glowing like banked embers. "I'd never give in. You're just a bully, a thug, a sick, perverted bastard who does something like this for your own twisted pleasure. You're the lowest of the low. Even Feilong is like a white knight compared to you. And now I understand why he was like he was. He had a thousand times the honor you do. He had a heart. At least when I was his prisoner, I knew the reason why! I hate you!"

Asami was off the couch so fast that Akihito barely registered he was being shoved backward until his head thudded sharply against the wood floor. Asami loomed over him with a face utterly devoid of it's usual impassive mask. Instead, a roil of cold fury and sadistic intent blazed out of Asami's eyes.

"Foolish, Akihito. Always letting your mouth run ahead of your common sense. You've played the game well, I'll give you that. But I grow tired of this affectation of innocence. Play the wounded victim if it amuses you, but never think that I will be taken in again."

Asami's unforgiving hands pressed cruelly into the flesh of Akihito's arms.

"You think I'm a bully? A thug? You haven't even begun to see how twisted my games can get. And rest assured, Akihito, your only purpose is to provide the fodder for my amusement." He smiled at the fear that bloomed in Akihito's eyes. "Oh, don't look that way." The false sympathy in Asami's voice made Akihito feel sick. He stared up in wordless dismay as Asami's eyes got wilder, one hand moving to circle Akihito's throat. "Didn't I say what would happen if you ever betrayed me? This is your own doing. Your own choice."

His fingers tightened and, for a moment, Akihito began to struggle, his hands scrabbling at Asami's. His thoughts seemed to slow and gain clarity. This was it. Asami was finally going to kill him. As if in a dream, he caught Asami's sharp, golden gaze. If he was going to die, then it wouldn't be so bad to go like this. Hadn't he said that before? Somewhere? Sometime? His own hands went slack and fell to his sides. His struggles ceased. A calm swept over him. But there was something important that he needed to tell Asami first. What was it? It was so hard to think, and Asami looked so...so...

His vision flickered, Asami's visage wavering. Betrayal. That was thought he'd betrayed him. How? Why? With a Herculean effort, Akihito's lips managed to shape one word.

No.

"No?" Asami laughed harshly. "No what, Akihito?" No, don't kill you? Should I loosen my grip so you can beg for your worthless life?"

No. Akihito could only think the word as his vision slowly whited out.

He came to face down on the floor, bare from the waist down, his forehead sliding against the smooth wood. Asami's hand was fisted in his hair, his cock already buried inside Akihito. When Asami saw his eyes flutter, his hips were jerked higher, making Akihito groan, his abused throat raw with its own pain.

Asami's deep voice intoned above him, scornful and cold. "You are nothing. You thought you could play me, but I'll show you what a mistake it was to entertain such an idea. You are nothing but this.

Akihito cried out in pain as Asami took him brutally.

"I will take my time truly breaking you, savoring every moment of your humiliation and despair. And when I have had enough, I will snuff out your insignificant little life without a qualm."

Tears dripped down Akihito's cheeks, but he gritted his teeth, then stuttered out his defiance as best he could. "You...you're crazy..." He sobbed as pain radiated up his spine, Asami's brutal thrusts increasing in viciousness and speed. "Bastard! I...I didn't betray you! Whatever... whatever you think I did...it's not...it's not true."

His cock was suddenly enveloped in Asami's large hand. His surprised, pained, gasp was loud in his own ears and Asami laughed cruelly as he hardened quickly. Oh God, not this. Not like this. This sort of forced pleasure was the absolute worst, but that's exactly what Asami gave him.

"Just look at you," Asami taunted. "Always such a slut for it. I guess that part of you was never a lie. Your body is always ready to be of use, isn't it?" His fingers flew over Akihito's shaft, and now his thrusts eased back from pure pain into a less punishing rhythm. "At least you gave good value. Your eagerness to be fucked was always the most amusing thing about you."

Akihito tried, he really tried to hold back, but Asami knew just how to touch him, just what to do to make him come. He did, with a poorly muffled cry, angry and humiliated, his trembling body collapsing beneath Asami's weight as Asami came himself with one last poisonous barb. "You are nothing."

Then, even the mockery of warmth from Asami's body was gone. Akihito lay there, face against the floorboards, the air chilling his bare flesh, and Asami's seed trickling down between his legs. He willed himself to move, to do something, to regain any shred of his dignity. He could hear Asami adjusting his clothes, ready to walk out the door. He couldn't let him, not now that he knew for sure this was all some terrible mistake. He had to find out more, to convince Asami somehow.

Slowly, Akihito pushed to his hands and knees, and then gingerly settled back on his heels. Asami moved behind him heading to the door.

"I didn't do it." It was almost a whisper.

The footsteps stopped.

"I didn't. Whatever it is you think I did. I didn't."

His legs shaking, Akihito rose unsteadily to his feet and turned, lurching across the few steps to where Asami stood facing the front door.

"Please, Asami." His hand reached out and tugged at Asami's sleeve, his voiced laced with hurt and wounded love and desperation "Believe me. Please."

Asami turned and met Akihito's swollen, red-rimmed eyes. His hand raised, hovering a moment as Akihito's eyes flinched, then slowly glided down the side of Akihito's cheek. His mouth smiled, oh so gently, but his eyes were like shards of ice.

He dropped his hand slowly, reached into his briefcase, and pulled out a thick, glossy magazine. "Be a good p