Desperate Measures

Finally, chapter two… It took SO long to get myself to write this…
I’ve never done a sex scene before, THANK YOU SO MUCH TO IMIKO-CHAN!
This entire story is dedicated to you! I am so glad you were around to help me through my blushing idiocy…
Well, I hope I did a good job and I hope everyone who reads enjoys it!

Chapter Two: Bitter Boy


Akishi and Ichiyuu sat across from each other at the breakfast table. Ichiyuu was focused on a portable game, his tongue sticking out as it always did when he played video games. Akishi was staring at him in annoyance over the top of a book of poetry, his reading glasses perched lightly on the bridge of his nose. He reached across the table and plucked the game from the young demon’s hands. Ichiyuu looked up at him in shock, his mouth hanging open.

“No more video games at the table,” Akishi stated simply, returning to his book.

Ichiyuu kept silent, although he glared at Akishi, attempting to get him to lose his focus again. He didn’t even need to go through the trouble. The quiet was broken by a cry of anguish from upstairs. Akishi lowered his book to the tabletop and glared at Ichiyuu, who shrugged, looking upset.

“Go see what is wrong with him, Ichiyuu. Tell him whatever you need to make him keep quiet…” he sighed, removing his glasses with a frustrated groan.

Ichiyuu stood quickly. “Yes, Akishi,” he murmured, already knowing what the human’s problem was. Although his Master had ordered him to take care of the boy last night, Ichiyuu had left him as he was, naked and bruised on the cold floor. He rushed out of the room and up the stairs, his heart beginning to race. If anything happened to Haruko, it would be Ichiyuu’s fault. He would surely be punished for his behavior if Akishi found out.

Haruko bit his lip to fight back his sobs. All he remembered was passing out the night before. He had no idea how long his punishment had continued after that, and he feared that his Master would be waiting for him to wake up before continuing the beating. He couldn’t move from his uncomfortable position on the cold floor. He could feel the pain radiating from his behind, and every time he moved, he fought back a cry of anguish. Already he could hear footsteps in the hall, and he closed his eyes tightly, the fear too much for him.

Ichiyuu frowned when he saw Haruko lying on the floor. “Are you too stupid to get back into the bed?” he hissed, stepping into the boy’s room and sliding the door closed behind him. Haruko only let out another long sob, his body quaking minutely. “You’re going to catch cold and die…” the demon trailed off, running his hand through his hair, trying to hide his shame. The thought had only just crossed his mind. What if the boy did catch cold and die? He would have single-handedly ruined everything his Master was working for…

Hearing Ichiyuu’s voice instead of Akishi’s, Haruko opened his eyes, blinking his tears aside trying to see him better. “I c-can’t move, it hurts t-too much,” he cried, ashamed to be showing such emotions to someone he despised so greatly. He could see Ichiyuu walking slowly towards him.

“I was supposed to move you last night. I should have given you medicine, should have applied some kind of salve, was supposed to make you comfortable…” he murmured, almost as if he were talking to himself. Haruko shook his head slowly, confused at the demon’s rambling. He fought back the urge to sob again.

“I should have done it. You could… Be too hurt. You could die,” Ichiyuu whispered. He stood over Haruko and put his face into his hands, feeling his own tears beginning to fall. “I’m going to be dead meat because of you…” he moaned, as the door behind him slid open.

Akishi stood in the hall, his face passive, his hands folded behind his back. It took him only a moment to judge the scene before him. There was Haruko, lying limp in nearly the same position he had been in when Akishi had left him last night. And there was Ichiyuu, standing over him, back to his Master. “Ichiyuu,” Akishi said softly, his voice placid. The young demon stood still.

Akishi took a step forward. “I told you last night to take care of him,” he hissed, taking another step towards the two boys. “You knew that I meant it,” he continued, taking yet another step. “Instead of following my orders…” he whispered, his eyes beginning to glow crimson, “You followed your own.”

With a cry, Ichiyuu turned and dashed past Akishi and out of the room. Akishi growled and began to follow the boy, but Haruko’s cries kept him the room. His long blonde hair swung as he turned back to the human, fear beginning to blossom in his heart. He should have made sure that Haruko was cared for. However, he had trusted the younger demon to do something he himself should have done. Haruko’s eyes were closed, his shaggy black hair hanging limply.

“It seems as if the lesson I sought to teach you has been driven home quite effectively,” Akishi began, his quiet voice soothing. Haruko stayed silent. “Although I must say… I didn’t mean for things to go… This far,” the Master added, crossing the rest of the room to the boy and scooping him none-to-gently off the cold floor. He placed the boy; in the same fashion, stomach-down onto the bed, brushing his shaggy black hair out of his face. Haruko let out a sob he had been attempting to choke back.

“M-master…Ichiyuu, don‘t…” he whispered, his eyes seeking out the eyes of Akishi, hoping not to find anger. Akishi met his gaze for a moment, his eyes shifting between worry and anger. He was seething inside, but his anger was not meant for the young human. He smiled softly and turned away from Haruko, bending to shuffle through the drawers of a small side-cabinet for a jar of medicinal cream to use on the young boy’s behind.

He found what he was looking for and turned back to Haruko, shaking his head. “I will deal with Ichiyuu later. For now, I will care for you.” He unscrewed the jar, used his thin fingers to scoop out some of the cream, and soothingly began to massage onto the boys rear. With tender movements, he covered the black and purple bruises, ignoring Haruko’s gasps of pain. “This is a necessary step to healing you. You know this by now,” Akishi reminded the human, who was beginning to quiver as the medicine took effect. It caused a burning feeling, which at first intensified the pain of the wounds it was applied to, but it worked wonders, and was by far the best. Haruko grunted in agreement as Akishi closed the jar and then sat it on top of the cabinet. “Now. About Ichiyuu… What was it you wanted to say,” Akishi asked, attempting to stop the boy from struggling by laying his hand across his back and holding him down into the mattress.

Haruko whined quietly, cursing the burning bruises on his bottom. He fought to remember what he had wanted to tell his Master. “Oh- yes… Please, Akishi… D-don’t punish him. He only wanted…” he said, but another bout of pain from the bruises stopped him from continuing.

Akishi stood quickly, relieving the pressure from Haruko’s back and leaning down to take his face in his hands. “I will not treat him lightly for this, boy. What you are feeling right now would not have been this bad if he had dealt with your backside last night when I asked him to. Jealousy is not a valid reasoning for what he did,” he hissed, his mind set on punishing the young demon Ichiyuu. “He disobeyed me. There is nothing that will make me let him off easily,” he continued, and then stood up, crossing his arms before him.

Hearing this, Haruko cringed and wracked his mind for an answer. Finally, one came to him- He knew of one thing that would surely cause Akishi to let Ichiyuu off lightly. For some reason, he understood young demon’s reasoning. He understood why he had been left, and he didn’t want Ichiyuu punished. As much as he hated to admit it, Haruko knew what it was like to love his Master so much he did not want anyone to come between them. Ichiyuu had known Akishi first… He must have hated Haruko for disturbing their relationship. “There is… One thing… That will make you leave him be,” Haruko reasoned, fighting back another bout of tears. Already he could feel some of the pain leaving his body.

Akishi laughed and shook his head. “And what is that one thing?” he replied, waiting to be amused once again by the human boy.

Haruko fought back a smile, already knowing that he would win this fight. “If I… Let you have sex with me… Without struggling to get away from you…” he began, and already he could see the change in Akishi’s behavior, “You will leave him alone. Because otherwise… I will never let you have me without a fight,” he spat, squeezing his eyes shut and hoping that the older demon would accept his offer. After a few moments of silence, he opened one eye, startled to see Akishi frozen in shock.

The older demon was battling between the offer and his urge to punish Ichiyuu. He was so tempted to turn the sneaky human boy down, but one night of love without a hassle was something that he couldn’t pass up. “Alright…” he began, smiling widely, “I believe we can go somewhere with this…”

***

Ichiyuu huddled silently under the breakfast table, biting his fingernails to the quick. Any minute, Akishi would come down with the paddle, or perhaps the whip, and he would be beaten, certainly much worse than the human boy had been beaten last night. He couldn’t choke back a bleat of terror. The only thing he feared in the world was his Master, and he had done the one thing that was most taboo in the household- ignored Akishi’s wishes, and done had seemed best for himself at the time. He was toast, smoked, a big video game K.O. written across his face. There was no way he would survive Akishi’s cold fury this time, not when he had gone so far over the line.

He tried to quiet himself, sensing Akishi closing in on him. He tried to convince himself that he was just being paranoid- but then he thought he heard footsteps coming from the center stairwell. He crept backwards under the table, hoping Akishi would come down and miss him. But his plans were in vain. Akishi had crept up on him by using the servants’ stairwell. Ichiyuu gasped as he felt Akishi’s fingers close around his leather collar. He choked a little as he was drug out from under the table. He couldn’t think of anything to say in his defense as Akishi drug him across the breakfast room and down the short hall into the sunroom.

“You’re sort of in a weird mood…” Ichiyuu said with a nervous laugh as Akishi bent down beside him. He fought back a cry of frustration as his Master pushed him forward onto his stomach. He grabbed one of Ichiyuu’s arms and held it tight as he pushed a metal device over his hand to his elbow. He then did the same to the boy’s other arm, securing him in a Chinese finger trap-like device made especially for the boy. “Please, Akishi, please don’t whip me like this because of that human…” Ichiyuu cried, which caused his Master to laugh.

“I don’t plan on whipping you, or paddling you, or spanking you… No. I have other plans. That human saved you tonight. Your punishment will be staying down here until I decide to release you. I suggest you do not struggle… You know how this little trap likes to tighten on you…,” he reminded the struggling young demon. The words reminded Ichiyuu of the last time he had been trapped by this particular weapon. It had been designed to drain his energy and tighten on him whenever he attempted to remove it. Only another person could remove it without it killing him.

“How… Did he save me?” Ichiyuu asked, his eyes wide as Akishi took his chin in his hands. He could only think that, if their roles had been reversed, he never would have been so kind.

Akishi laughed. “He offered himself to me… To spare you. Can you believe that? Oh, you must be eaten up with jealousy!” He chuckled. “Anyways. You’re staying here… Don’t struggle too much, it would hurt my feelings if you died,” he said, patting the teen on his flushed cheek before he strolled out of the room, closing the door behind him. Ichiyuu made sure his Master was completely gone before he broke down in tears, unsure whether it was over the lack of punishment or the fact that this situation was, in his view, so much crueler…

***

Akishi stalked back into Haruko’s room with the grace and silence of a born predator. The human was lying as he had been left, his eyes half-closed as if he would fall asleep if left alone any longer. “Come, Haruko. I would like to complete our deal in my rooms,” he informed the dozing boy.

Akishi could hear the boy’s soft moan as he tried to lift his head from the feather pillows. “R-right now?” he asked, the worry lining his voice.

“Of course ‘right now,’” Akishi scoffed, “What- Did you expect me to wait until your little ass is all better,” he inquired with a sarcastic sneer, “I am terribly sorry to say, dear boy, but you are deeply mistaken.” With that, he hauled up the injured boy, set him over his shoulder, and stamped out of the room. Haruko grunted in pain as Akishi began the down the hall to his rooms, jostling Haruko without a care for his pained backside.

As they entered the main bedroom, the soft morning light streamed through the green drapery, making the area seem like a private corner of heaven placed indoors. However, Haruko knew better. Some of his worst, and most recent memories were set in this very room. When Akishi finally reached the bed, he laid Haruko down, more gently then usual, on the cool green sheets. He laughed as the boy snuggled down into the soft material with a quiet whimper, attempting to hide his pain.

“Haruko, you did promise not to struggle. I expect you to hold to your vow,” Akishi purred as he leaned down to kiss the whimpering boy on his soft, quivering lips. Haruko let out a soft moan as he felt Akishi’s tongue trace his lips, demanding entrance. Knowing he had no other choice, the boy opened his mouth to allow the demon’s tongue to explore.

Akishi continued the kiss until he felt the young boy struggling for air. He pulled away and smiled broadly down at Haruko, letting his fangs just barely slip through. He seemed to deliberate over something for a moment, then rolled to the side of the bed and stood, bent over the nightstand in search of a certain item. Haruko didn’t even notice the bed shifting during Akishi’s departure, nor did he feel the demon’s weight beside him once again moments later. His vision swam, and all that caught his attention was a soft jingle. His eyes grew wide as he focused on a silky red ribbon adorned with a small golden bell.

“N-no… No, please, Akishi… Not that, please! A-anything but that!” he whimpered, feeling the tears welling up in his eyes again. That dreadful ribbon was despised by both of the young pets, and for this reason, along with many others, Akishi treasured it above all other items he owned.

“Oh, but you don’t really have a choice in the matter, Haruko, so just be a good boy now as you promised,” he growled and reached down to quickly tie the belled ribbon around the boy’s flaccid cock. Haruko grimaced and tried to cover his privates. Akishi growled again. “Haruko!” he warned, grabbing the boy’s wrists with one hand as he reached down with the other to untie his heko-obi. As soon as he was finished, he tied the boy’s wrists together with it and then continued with his original plan.

Haruko squeaked as Akishi completed tying the ribbon, making sure it was snug around the base of the boy’s shaft. “Looks like you need a shave, Haruko,” Akishi simpered, more to himself than to the boy. The boy’s lithe body squirmed underneath him as he ran an elegant hand over his soft pale chest and down to his quivering thighs. The demon’s usually silver eyes flashed red as he licked his lips in anticipation.

He leaned down over the young boy and swiped his tongue playfully over one of his pink, perk nipples. He repeated the motion, enjoying the way Haruko’s quivering intensified each time he did so. With a throaty chuckle, Akishi nipped at Haruko’s hardened nipple. Haruko gasped in both pain and pleasure, unable to make up his mind as to which feeling was most prominent.

Akishi laughed again at Haruko’s gasping, then abandoned the nipple he was currently caressing in favor of the other. He repeated the same actions as before, unable to resist the urge to nip down almost too roughly. After bringing that nipple to the same peak as the other, Akishi began to move down the boy’s writhing body, enjoying the tinkling of the golden bell as he nipped and licked wherever he felt his attention was needed. All the while, he stroked the boy’s now erect cock, and smiled as his teeth nibbled over the boy’s hipbone and he came face-to-face with Haruko’s throbbing member. In one swift, predator-like motion, he took the boy into his mouth.

“A- AKISHI!!” Haruko bellowed, well aware of the fact that his master sought only his own pleasure. He knew that he was only satisfying his master’s wants by begging for release… But he also knew that release would only come when his Akishi was completely ready to allow it. Akishi raised one blonde eyebrow, his tongue working around the boy’s swollen member, and then released it, chuckling as Haruko shook beneath him. “Please, Master!!” the boy moaned, the tiny bell jingling repeatedly.

“Not yet, my dear boy. We have only just begun,” Akishi replied huskily, his eyes glowing crimson.

Haruko could feel the heat sweeping all over his body. His cock ached, his nipples were fully alive, and his chest was heaving up and down at a rapid pace. And the cause of it all, Akishi, continued to torture his bound member, nipping at its head with his fangs and smiling broadly as Haruko cried out in pain, tears falling freely from closed hazel eyes. The boy soon felt Akishi leaving the bed, and opened his eyes to see the demon stalk across the room, leaving him bound on the bed.

For a moment, Haruko thought that his master had decided he was finished with him, but then he noticed that Akishi was simply rummaging for something in the dark corner. ‘He sure doesn’t come prepared…’ the boy thought to himself, his eyes following the demon’s every move as he moved back towards him and shifted onto the bed.

Feeling clawed hands wrap around his thin ankles, Haruko gasped, having a pretty good idea of where all of this was leading. Akishi lifted the boy’s legs until his pale knees barely touched the ningen’s heaving chest. “Oh, my… You’ve gotten so much cuter here, too, my little ningen,” Akishi purred, running a thin finger down the crevice leading to the boy’s entrance. Haruko let out another gasp as he felt that unwanted finger glide across the portal.

Akishi let a husky laugh and stopped teasing the young human just long enough to throw off his yukata, exposing his already weeping erection. All he longed to do was bury his cock to the hilt in the boy’s wet warmth, but experience had taught him that if he didn’t properly prepare the fragile boy, the aftermath would not be pretty. He slid down onto his belly and began to run his tongue over Haruko’s twitching entrance, every few moments allowing his tongue to dip into the radiating warmth of the boy.

As Akishi played, Haruko squeezed his eyes closed, trying to pretend he was somewhere else, anywhere else. He bit down on his lower lip, refusing to allow Akishi the pleasure of knowing that his actions were working. But he had forgotten all about that belled ribbon, which gave away his pleasure every few moments, tinkling loudly.

Akishi was fighting between the urge to take the boy immediately and the need to draw out the boy’s torture. The jingling bell was now beginning to torture him, and his eyes shone crimson as he abandoned Haruko’s pale bottom and laid the boy flat. He flipped him over, positioning him on his elbows and knees, and ran his hands down the boy’s sweating back, crawling forward to nip at the boy’s shoulder blades and weave a trail of kisses down his back.

Despite all of his efforts, Haruko could no longer keep himself in control. “P-PLEASE!” he cried, his tears pooling on the pillows, “Please, master, l-let me…” he moaned, writhing under the demon’s elegant body. He tried to reach down with his bound hands, but they were trapped underneath his body.

Practically unable to move, the boy squirmed and groaned as Akishi began to rub his thick cock up and down his bruised backside. “Just relax, Haruko,” Akishi whispered, then shoved himself all the way into the boy.

A horrific scream echoed throughout the mansion. Haruko couldn’t believe the pain. He didn’t know if it was because of the beating the night before or just the fact that Akishi’s cock was nearly impossible for him to handle full on. All he could do was bury his face into the pillows before him and scream in anguish.

“Damn it… Haruko, relax, I can’t move if you don’t relax!” Akishi snarled, clearly frustrated with the boy.

Haruko gave another strangled cry into the pillow as Akishi gently shook him. “I-I can’t! URGH! IT HURTS,” he moaned, rapidly shaking his head.

Akishi sighed in annoyance, deciding to try and reason with the distressed boy. “Come, now,” he murmured as he began to stroke the boys’ thighs, “You can do it, just try for me, won’t you,” he purred. After about five minutes of calmly coaxing the boy back into a calmer state, Akishi began to move his hips at a steady pace. Haruko couldn’t seem to find any pleasure in the situation. The only thing he could feel was the continuous throbbing of his erection, and it occurred to him that his master was purposely hitting his sweet spot just to tease him. Every so often, Akishi would reach around and stroke Haruko’s bound cock, acting as if he was about to untie the ribbon only to return his hand to the boys’ back. Each time he did this, Haruko would buck and his whimpers would grow louder, causing Akishi to laugh loudly.

Soon, the steady pace of Akishi’s lovemaking picked up, and the entire bed began to rock. Haruko’s cries grew louder as the demon dug his nails into his the sensitive skin of the boys’ back. Akishi’s pants became harsher and his thrusting became hard and fast. “Fuck… fuck, Haruko! You are so tight,” the demon groaned. “Oh- OH-” he moaned, biting his lower lip.

Haruko felt his master’s hot seed shooting into him, burning his torn prostate. He grunted and bucked wildly, fresh tears beginning to fall from his hazel eyes. Akishi fell onto the boy, causing another grunt in pain from the young teen. The demon’s weight pressed against his bruised backside and his still uncared-for erection.

“M-master! Please, my…” Haruko trailed off, embarrassed by his situation. His entire body was quivering, ready for release.

“What is it, my little Haruko,” Akishi asked in false naivety as he pushed himself off of his much small pet. He always loved to make the teens voice their needs. Their humiliation made things so much better for him.

Haruko whined and wiggled his hips into the mattress, unknowingly reheating his master’s passion. “My… My cock, Akishi… I need to cum, PLEASE, master,” he pleaded into the pillow, his body tense. He could hear the sarcasm in his master’s voice as he replied, “Oh, well, since you asked so sweetly…”

Haruko whimpered and wiggled his hips again, causing Akishi to shiver. He tried to fight back his emotion, unwilling to let this opportunity to tease the human pass by. “Oh,” he murmured with a small chuckle, “How could I deny one of my little pets,” he concluded, lifting the teen up by the hips and teasing him by flicking the tiny bell. He pulled out of the boy and adjusted him so that he was sitting upright in the demon’s lap, his eyes closed as he leaned against his master. Akishi took pity on the tortured boy and untied the belled ribbon, his long fingers caressing the human’s member.

“Ah, AH-” Haruko moaned, pressing back against his master. He ejaculated into the demon’s hand with a loud groan. “Akishi!” he whimpered, shaking his head from side to side. His black hair whipped the demon’s face.

“My young human,” the demon growled, beginning to roughly stroke Haruko’s quickly dying erection back to life, “You are not quite over yet,” he said with a chuckle. Haruko arched back into his chest, his bound hands reaching down to stop the demon in his work. But Akishi was already anticipating this move from the teen, and he grabbed the boys’ bound hands, holding them against the boys’ chest. Haruko rocked back each time Akishi’s hand reached the tip of his penis. Each time he leaned backwards, Akishi’s erection rubbed against his back. “Ahh- Haruko-” the demon moaned, bending to nip the boys’ earlobes. For the second time, the human came in his hand, a loud groan escaping his lips. Akishi lifted the shaking boy up and slammed him down onto his large cock.

“AKISHIIIII!” the human screeched, his eyes wide as he arched back into the demon’s chest. His head rested on Akishi’s shoulder, and he stared into the demon’s elated face. Even as he cringed in pain, a smile spread across the face of the young teen. Tears filled his eyes yet again and he closed his eyes, melting into the embrace of his master as Akishi exploded inside of him with a moan. He held Haruko to him, both panting heavily in unison, finally together in the wake of the demons’ passion.

***

Ichiyuu was lying face-down on the cool floor, tears pooling around his face. He sniffled and coughed as yet another moan echoed through the mansion. He could feel something inside of him breaking apart, and he closed his eyes, trying to control his sobs. He could hear Haruko moaning their master’s name, and his eyes snapped open, glowing crimson in his anger. That boy would pay…

~TBC~

WHAT IS WITH ME AND THE FUCKING CLIFFIES!!! I promise not to do it EVERY time…

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