Desperate Measures

Once again, a great thank you to the dedicated Imiko-chan. You force me through it, and for that, I’m GRATEFUL!

I hope you like your character… (but don‘t let me spoil it!)

Onto…



Chapter Four: A Change of Heart



The room was illuminated by one beam of light, focused on the high-backed leather chair that belonged to the so-called leader of the order. He ran his hands over his cropped auburn hair, his eyes hidden behind dark lenses. “So what, exactly, are you trying to tell me here, Ishimade?” he asked, his Japanese slow and halting, and overbearingly accented.



Akishi rolled his eyes at the foreigner. “Mr. MacLaughlin…” he began, forming the words with a practiced ease, “I am saying that I will not be returning the boy to you. I have decided that I do not care about your money, nor do I care about your threats,” he informed the man, who leaned back in his showy chair, crossing his legs elegantly. Akishi could feel the frustration rolling off of the Scotsman, even as he tried to conceal it by acting so casual.



“You don’t seem to understand, Ishimade. I have my ways of getting what I want,” the auburn-haired human replied, removing his glasses and narrowing his eyes in an attempt to frighten the blonde. He had no idea that Akishi was a demon, and therefore no idea how powerful he was.



Akishi took in the mans’ attempt at threatening him and almost laughed, but the obvious fragility of the Scotsmans’ ego prevented him from doing so. Instead, he leaned across the desk, staring into the handsome mans’ light green eyes. “No, Marcas… I believe it is you who does not seem to understand. You may have your ways of getting what you want… But you will not get your way this time. I am much more dangerous than you think…” he warned, allowing his eyes to flash crimson in the dark room.



Marcus quickly rolled his chair back, a look of terror crossing his face before he regained his composure. “Akishi…” he murmured, wiping the sweat from his handsome face with his coat sleeve, “I will have my son… Or I will have your money. That is the plain and simple truth. I will give you a grace period… And then, when I am ready, I will come looking,” he hissed, attempting to threaten the demon once more. This time, Akishi truly did laugh, long and loudly. He stood from the uncomfortable wooden chair he had been seated daintily upon, turned, and exited, laughing his way all the way out of the building and into the back of his waiting limousine.



***



Haruko was wandering around the unusually busy mansion, trying to avoid the prying looks of the household servants. In the back pocket of his khaki slacks was the key to the cellar, which he had been strictly forbidden to enter for any reason. But the young teen hadn’t exactly been in the habit of obeying, and the fact that Akishi was gone gave him a golden opportunity to bring some food to Ichiyuu, who had been living off of the occasional scrap of food for the past week. Haruko had two tuna-fish sandwiches wrapped in foil and shoved into his pants pockets, hoping that Ichiyuu wouldn’t turn his nose up at them.



He had been kept home for a week, and so far, he hated it. There was nothing to do except play Ichiyuu’s video games or read Akishi’s poetry books, and although the nights, and sometimes parts of the days were taken up with Akishi’s passion, sex held no interest for the young teen since the incident in the sunroom had taken place the week before. He had been passionate while in the moment, yes… But there had been something… Wrong.



The teen slipped almost silently down the stairs, his heart beating fast. He pulled the key out of his back pocket and was just about to open the door when a hand closed around his collar and yanked him back. “Hey! Hey, wait, please!” he cried, sure that Akishi had come home and caught him.



Whoever was holding him laughed gently. “It’s okay, little boy, Master Akishi gave me his permission to deal with you,” his attacker informed him, shaking him gently. Haruko was shocked to hear a female voice- every servant he had ever seen in the mansion had been a male. And he’d thought he had seen them all.



He gasped as he was suddenly released, spinning around to face the servant he had never met before. The teen gasped again as he took in the girl. She had black hair swinging down to her lower back and bangs that covered her eyebrows in a straight line. Her wide eyes were silver and strangely familiar. “W-who are you?” he asked, his own eyes widening as he took in the girl.



“Really!? He didn’t tell you? I wonder why… Maybe he doesn’t want to shock you. I’m your Master Akishi’s’ sister,” she exclaimed, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder and covering her mouth in false shock. “Oh, you are just as adorable as the rumors say,” she added, pulling the key from the cellar door and handing it to the boy with a laugh. Haruko could only stare at her in shock. “Hello? Hello, Haru-ru?” she asked, waving a hand in front of his face rapidly.



The teen jumped at the nickname, narrowing his eyes. “Who the heck is Haru-ru,” he growled, tucking the key into his pocket and forgetting completely about Ichiyuu as he studied this girl who claimed to be Akishi’s sister. She ignored his question and grabbed him by his sapphire-studded collar, laughing at the tinkling bell as she drug him back up the cold stairwell and out into the bright mansion. Still keeping silent, she ignored his loud protests as she led him upstairs and threw him down onto the futon in the guest bedroom.



“I want you to sleep with me!” she giggled, smiling widely. Haruko gasped, pushing her away as she jumped onto the futon next to him.



“Oh man, what are you talking about?! I don’t think Akishi would be very happy…” he whined, still trying to push her away.



She stared at him in confusion for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Oh, silly Haru-ru! You think I mean how big brother sleeps with you! No, no, no, I want you to have a nap with me- I want to cuddle you like a teddy bear,” she laughed, wrapping her slender arms around his neck.



“Imiko!” growled a voice that Haruko recognized. He turned to the doorway to see Akishi, frowning with his arms crossed in front of him. His sister, who Haruko guessed was the Imiko, Akishi had addressed, rolled out of the futon and crossed the room to her brother, hugging him tightly.



Haruko jumped up from the futon as well, blushing hotly. “M-master, I-I didn’t… We were just…” he hurried to explain, but the words failed to come.



Akishi shook his head. “I know, ningen- my sister has a habit of latching on to things that don’t belong to her,” he growled, glaring at his younger sister and brushing her black hair away from her face tenderly. “Imiko- go do something worthwhile… Your room still needs unpacking, no? Ask someone for help, I’ve instructed them to listen to you,” he told her, smiling gently as she hugged him again and then left the room.



Haruko stared at his master, suddenly remembering the sandwiches in his pockets and the key that seemed to burn a hole through his clothing. He backed away from the tall demon, aware of the blush burning across his face. Akishi took a slow step towards the boy, studying the guilty look on his young face. “Tell me, my dear boy… What have you been up to this afternoon,” he murmured, his eyes never looking away. He pulled his key ring out of his pocket and held it up, glancing at it with a sarcastic smile. “You know, I always have complained about how keys just seem to drop from this cheap ring,” he mused, then turned to look back at Haruko.



The boy took a step back, careful not to trip over the futon. “A-Akishi…” he began, then faltered, his breathing becoming rapid. “I…” he tried again, but couldn’t seem to push the words out.



The demon shook his head negatively and rattled the keys, taking another step towards the young teen. “I think you have something that does not belong to you, ningen,” he said quietly, his silver eyes gleaming. “I want you to tell me the truth. How long have you been planning to help him?” he asked, grinning sadistically when Haruko gasped.



“H-how did you… Know?” the boy whispered, blinking tears out of his eyes. His head seemed to pound. Somehow, he knew he would be receiving a punishment. He had stolen from his master and attempted to disobey him… Things would not end well, he was sure. “P-please, Akishi… You’ve gotta listen, I just wanna help him out is all, `cause he’s probably hungry from being down in that hole. Plus, I already know he’s scared, `cause he cries all the time. I hear him at night. He wakes me up,” he whined, taking another step back.



The demon snarled, his eyes glowing crimson. “I do not like being disobeyed, Haruko. I believe you have learnt that through experience. You do not do things because you feel like it,” he hissed, taking a quick step forward. His rage seemed to break the surface only for a second, and then he was calm and collected once again, his face back to its’ normal placid state. “I want you to come to me when you are ready to admit what you have done wrong. I do not want excuses for your behavior. And I want my key returned,” he instructed, turning abruptly and exiting the room.



Haruko stood frozen, his hazel eyes filled with tears. He had expected Akishi to fly into a blind rage, to rip him from limb to limb when he found out that Haruko had tried to help Ichiyuu. The response he had gotten scared him more than comforted him- perhaps his real punishment would come later. He didn’t know that his master was in a good mood from earlier that morning, elated that he had gotten to hold on to the boy for a bit longer. Haruko closed his eyes and shivered, sinking down to the floor and covering his face. The tears rolled freely. He very rarely felt so afraid of the future, so sure that things would get worse before long.



***



Ichiyuu lay shivering by the door of the cellar, his mouth dry, his stomach empty. He had run out of tears days ago, his fear of the darkness somehow kept at bay. Things were not looking well for him. As far as he knew, his master had forgotten him.



He lay thinking of the exchange he had heard earlier in the day. Akishi’s sister, his favorite demon apart from Akishi himself, was in the mansion. And he was unable to see her, to run about with her, to laugh at her rudeness or blush at her shameless advancements.



Not only that, but that asshole Haruko was getting all of the attention from everyone. He wasn’t an idiot- he knew that Akishi and the human had been having sex, probably frequently. He had known the older demon long enough to know that he liked having sex frequently. And if Ichiyuu wasn’t there to satisfy him, that left only the bastard human.



Ichiyuu looked up as he heard the lock to the cellar click. The key that the human ass had obviously stolen was not the only one in the household. In fact, it was one of many. The servants had one that they used infrequently to feed him leftovers. Perhaps he would be able to convince one of them to help him escape soon.



Probably not.



The door swung open, and instead of a shriveled old maid or the chef come down to throw slops, his master stood in the doorway. With wide eyes, Ichiyuu sat up and reached out for his love, unable to speak through cracked lips.



He sat up with a startled grunt, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and glancing towards the door. He began to cry once again as he realized he had only dreamed his master coming for him.



***



Haruko stood outside of his masters’ door, fear in his heart. He had spent several minutes trying to get the stupid collar off of his neck, but nothing he tried worked. So, with a fearful sigh, he ran across his masters’ entry room and into his bedroom, crawling into the large bed and sliding under the covers, trying not to breath too hard for fear that Akishi would come in and notice him.



“It would be best to look into a room before you decide to hide in it,” Akishi chuckled, turning from where he was standing in the corner to face the bed. “Haruko?” he called, or a moment imagining his mind had been playing tricks on him, but then he noticed the slight movement of the bedcovers, the way they rose and fell every few moments, and he silently moved towards the bed.



Haruko tensed, his eyes squeezed closed, biting his fingernails nervously. Akishi crept silently over to the bed, reached out, and yanked the covers back with a monstrous roar.



“ARUGH NO PLEASE HELLLLPPPP!!” Haruko screeched, jumping up in shock. When he saw his master standing there, laughing wildly, he settled down, glaring at him and crossing his arms. “You aren’t FUNNY,” he whined, punching the bed in a fit of embarrassed anger.



Akishi settled down, still chuckling every few moments. “Oh, you should have seen your reaction, ningen! I thought you were going to fly away,” he teased, crawling into the large bed beside the upset youngster. Haruko turned away from him, crossing his arms again and glaring at the far wall. “Come, now, my dear, don’t give me the silent treatment!” he pleaded, reaching for the human.



The fourteen-year-old turned back to him, anger and embarrassment still writ upon his face. His hazel eyes shone with tears, and his bottom lip quivered. The demon fought back a laugh, certain the boys’ tiny ego would fracture if he made any more fun of him. “You’re mean, Akishi,” the boy grumbled, frowning deeply.



“Oh, my boy, there is no need to be embarrassed. We all have our moments of shock,” he laughed, cupping the boys’ face in his hands. The human looked down in shame, tears falling down his face slowly. “Now… My key,” Akishi reminded him, holding his hand out and waiting.



With a sniffle, Haruko removed the key from his pocket, blinking the tears out of his eyes. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before handing it to the waiting demon. He watched as the demon turned and tossed the small key to the night table, rejoicing silently as he did so. Somehow, his plan was working out perfectly. He would be able to get Ichiyuu out in no time. Before the demon had time to turn back to him, Haruko wrapped his arms around his cool neck and snuggled up to him.



Shocked, Akishi turned and looked down at the young boy. “Are you alright, ningen?” he questioned, his voice mildly confused. The young human was the only one who could ever confuse him. He put his arms around the boy hesitantly.

With another little sniffle, Haruko looked up at the demons’ face through his thick dark lashes. “Akishi… I feel so sad about Ichiyuu… And I feel bad for trying to sneak past your rules…” he whimpered, blinking slowly. With a shock, he realized the demon was falling for his tricks. He grabbed onto the demons’ clothing, tightening his grip.



Akishi simply stared at him, for once at a loss for words. The young boy was panting, his large hazel eyes wide. “Ningen?” the demon asked, speechlessness giving way into concern.



With a little moan, Haruko hooked his arms around the demons’ neck. “M-Master…” he whimpered, reaching up to kiss the concerned demon lightly on the mouth. “I need you to forgive me… And I want to be good… I want you to… I want you…” he whimpered, feigning innocence. Inside, he was fighting back a scream of disgust towards his own actions. But he knew that he had to trick the demon, and that this was the best way to get him out of the way.



The young human pulled his jacket off, tossing it to the side and gripping the demon once again. “I… Um… I don’t know…” he muttered, making a worried face at his master. With a shuddering gasp, he leaned forward and kissed the man once again, eyes closed tight to stop the tears that would normally have been streaming down his face.



“Haruko,” Akishi began, his voice wavering. He pushed the boy down roughly to the bed, overcome with passion. The teen had never made a willing move before, and the suddenness drove him mad. “I promise, I won’t stop until you are shaking, ningen,” he growled, yanking the boys’ pants down to his ankles without pausing to unbutton them. He bent down to place his ear over the boys’ heart, relishing in the racing beat. “My dear boy… You are so scared,” he teased, his voice low as he slid down the boys’ body, his elegant fingers teasing the humans’ small nipples into hardened peaks.



Haruko moaned, shaking his head as he so often did. “Hurry, Akishi,” he whimpered, wanting it to be over so much. He couldn’t deny the pleasure he would receive, and something in that fact both pleased and sickened him. “Ahh-” he hissed as the demons’ hands slid over his body, sharp claws digging into his soft flesh. The boy moaned, his tears finally spilling over. He was tired of the demons’ games, ready for the finish and they’d barely even begun.



Whether he realized how agitated the boy was or not, Akishi continued his games, nipping the head of the boys’ erection and then abandoning him for higher grounds, lapping around his belly button and nosing over his hip bones. His eyes were glowing bright crimson behind his lids, soft blonde hair draped over the humans’ body.



Haruko sat forward, propping himself up on one hand. With the other, he pushed the demons’ head down away from his stomach. “Please, M-Master,” he stuttered, gasping as the demon nipped at his hardened cock again. “Please, please, ohh please…” the boy groaned, shaking his head, his dark hair whipping about his face. Deciding comply with his young pet, the demon took the boys’ entire erection into his mouth, his teeth scraping against the boys’ cock.



“Nnnnnn-” Haruko whimpered, grabbing the demons’ hair in his fists. He threw his head back, panting loudly, eyes wide. His master gripped him about the waist, his claws biting into his tender flesh. The pain only heightened the young humans’ response.



Haruko came with another loud whimper, panting roughly as he collapsed forward onto his master, his belled collar jangling. Akishi pushed him back up, grinning wickedly. He sat up as well, grabbing the boy and pulling him into his arms. Haruko wrapped his thin legs around his master, nibbling lightly on the demons’ shoulder, his mind clouded with passion and anticipation.



“My ningen,” his master growled, eyes two deep pools of crimson. “I want you to feel what you do to me…” he murmured, placing first one, then another finger into the humans’ tight entrance. His grin widened as the boy groaned in ecstasy, pounding the demons’ back with small fists. “Ahh, you are still so tight…” he murmured into the boys ear, wincing as Harukos’ teeth bit down into his shoulder.



Akishi growled and slid his fingers in and out of the boy, moaning in time with the human. Once he was sure the boy was ready, he entered him, lifting his light body up and pushing him down slowly, relishing in his loud moans. “AHHH, Akishi! Ohhh,” the boy whimpered, slowly rocking back and forth, the bell on his collar tinkling as he wiggled his hips to get used to the demons’ large erection. He struggled to remember what he had been trying to do, but the mix of pleasure and pain were too much for him to ignore.



“You can cry, my boy, if it helps you feel better,” Akishi teased him, reaching down to grab the boys’ throbbing erection. He tightened his hand around it, stroking him slowly and methodically. He refused to let the boy come again without having pleased his master first, but his plans were ruined when the boy came almost instantly, moaning and crying into his chest.



The demons’ cruel teasing brought the boy back to reality, and he dug his short nails into his masters back, trying to pull away from his pleasurable embrace. “Let me go! Let GO! LET ME GO!” he screamed, hoping to startle the demon with his sudden change of heart. His plan worked. The demon stopped all movements for a split second, and Haruko took that tiny amount of time to climb off of him and away from him, rolling across the bed to the nightstand as his master started moving.



“Where the hell do you think you are going, boy?” the demon growled, finding it hard to move in his current state. He rushed as fast as he could after the boy, leaping off of the bed just as the boy grabbed his goal- the small key that unlocked the cellar door.



“HARUKO,” Akishi roared as the small human ran past him, stopping for a moment to pull his pants up from around his ankles. The demon swung about to chase after the boy, face contorted in anger. His erection was quickly dying, and the lack of satisfaction only pissed him off further. “Get your ungrateful ass back here!” he shouted, picking up speed.



“NOOOO!” Haruko screamed, fixing his pants and straightening up. He took off running again, dashing through his masters’ maze of rooms. He could hear the demon catching up to him and knew it had all been for nothing. But the open doorway called to him, and he ran through-



And tripped over someone’s ankle.



***



Akishi stopped next to the human and picked him up by the collar, shaking him angrily. “Imiko-” he growled, staring at his sister, who by the flushed look on her face had probably been looking in on them moments before. He yanked the key from the boys’ hands, shaking him again. “Once again, you are in the right place at the most opportune moment. I do begin to wonder how you manage to know when to come to the rescue,” he growled, ignoring Haruko, who was clawing at him and kicking him with all of his weak might.



Imiko blushed an even deeper shade of crimson, straightening her rumpled kimono. “I… Brother, you know my habits and I know yours. You know how I enjoy…” she reminded him, seeming unwilling to finish her sentence. Akishi stared at her silently, eyebrows raised, waiting for her to finish. “You know how I enjoy watching!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up as if she were shocked at his idiocy.



Akishi glared at her in disgust. He was quite aware of his sisters’ fujoshi ways. “At the moment, I cannot truly be angry at you. I must be grateful. But we will talk about this later,” he hissed. “Now, return to your rooms. I do not want you to interfere again tonight,” he told her, sliding his door shut in her face.



Haruko was growling like a puppy, biting his masters’ arm and attempting to scratch and kick him into letting him go. “Lemme go, lemme go, I just wanna help Ichiyuu because you’re being mean to him! He doesn’t like the dark,” Haruko whined, and then bit the demon again. Akishi threw him down, kicking him roughly. Haruko couldn’t help but stare up at his gorgeous masters’ naked body. His eyes widened, taking in the body he had once believed so disgusting. He shook his head to get rid of the thought, gasping.



Akishi paced, his hands clenched into fists. “I cannot believe I let you off so easily this morning. I will never let you off of the hook again if all you will do is turn around and repeat your actions. Lately, I have grown more and more disappointed in you. I am beginning to wonder if you do not have bad blood,” he hissed, glaring at the quivering boy. “Stand and drop your pants,” he ordered, cracking his knuckles.



Whimpering, Haruko stood, unbuttoning his bottoms and sliding out of them slowly. “Please… M-master… I will be good… P-p-please,” he blubbered, covering his eyes as the demon advanced on him, grabbing him by his collar and bending him over one knee, proceeding to spank him.



‘Thwack-’ his masters’ hand seemed to light his skin on fire. The bruises that were just beginning to fade suddenly roared back into life. “Aughh!!!” Haruko screamed, kicking his legs, trying to get rid of the pain.



“I want you to tell me what you’ve done wrong,” Akishi instructed coldly, drawing his hand back and laying into the boys’ bottom once again.



Again, Haruko screamed, tears once again beginning to fall from his hazel eyes. “I- I tr-tri-tried to g-get Ichiyuu out of the c-c-cellar!” he sobbed, lying limp over his masters’ knee.



Akishi drew his hand back again, eyes glowing crimson in anger. “What else?” he asked, his voice a cruel monotone. “WHAT ELSE?” he roared, whipping the boys’ behind twice in quick succession.



“AUGH! NO PLEASE,” the human screeched, flailing wildly. The master hit him once more, the sound echoing loudly through the room. “I-I tri-tricked you into h-h-havin’ s-s-sex with meeeeeeee,” he sobbed, groaning as another blow landed on his bottom.



‘Thwap- thwap- thwap-’



“And?” the demon queried, laying another blow onto the boys’ crimson backside.



“I D-DIDN’T L-L-LET YOU C-CUM,” the teen screeched, his tears pooling on the ground below him.



With a grunt, the demon stood, lifting the boy by his collar. Unashamed, he exited his rooms, dragging the sobbing, half-naked boy down the hall to his own room. “Do not leave. I will be aware of your movements,” he hissed, throwing the boy down and then exiting his room, sliding the door shut behind him. A few of the household servants passed by him, careful not to stare too long at the livid, naked man as he stomped his way through the mansion, tiny key in hand.



***



Ichiyuu had crawled behind a stack of boxes. He was gnawing on a bone a servant had thrown in to him, drool filling his mouth. He had his eyes closed, as he always did lately, hoping that if he kept them closed long enough, the darkness would disappear. For the second time that day, he heard a key enter the lock, and he turned, blindly, sniffing at the air. Someone big. Someone angry.



Akishi! He shoved the bone into his mouth and crawled slowly towards the door, reaching out blindly. The door creaked as it swung open, allowing a small bit of light to enter the room. Ichiyuu refused to open his eyes, believing that the light would blind him if he did.



“Get up,” his master commanded, yanking him up by the collar. Ichiyuu didn’t say anything, due to the bone still lodged in his mouth, but every few moments he whimpered. It had become a habit he had cultivated during the week in the dark. The only sound he could hear that wasn’t muted and dull. He couldn’t stand and could barely breath as the collar bit into his throat. His master didn’t pause to check on him at all, just drug him up the rough stairs into the first floor of the mansion, and then up the second flight of stairs to the living quarters.



After a few minutes, they stopped, and Ichiyuu was hefted up onto a futon that he could tell was already occupied. A cool, petite hand brushed his dusty hair out of his face gently. “Why did you bring him here,” a woman asked, and Ichiyuu recognized the voice of his masters’ younger sister, his favorite Imiko. He finally found the courage to open his eyes and stared into the beautiful face of the young woman.



“Imiko!” he squealed, dropping his beloved bone, his voice a little rough from lack of use. The girl smiled at him gently, hugging him to her.



With a sigh, Akishi shook his head. “I can’t leave him locked up forever. And as of right now, I am still far too angry at him to let him near me. I don’t want him sneaking into my rooms at night, I don’t want him trying to murder Haruko again. I want him kept here,” he instructed, refusing to look at the dirty young demon who was cuddling up to his sister.



Imiko nodded, holding the indigo-haired boy like he was a teddy bear. “I will watch him, brother, but don’t expect me to keep him locked up in here. He’ll go everywhere I go… Except the bathroom, I suppose,” she said, as a frustrated look crossed her brothers’ face. She cradled the shivering boy closer to her breast, stroking his hair. “And brother…” she began, as he turned to leave.



He turned back to face her, unashamed of his nakedness and unwilling to ignore her. “Brother,” she repeated, “Next time you take one of them… Can I… Watch?” she asked, blushing.



Akishi roared and stalked out of the room, claws out, fangs bared, past the humans’ room and into his own, sliding the door closed behind him none-to-gently.



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I can’t ever help myself. I always have to have something cute or happy or slightly funny at the end… I’m a freak!!

I hope you all enjoyed chapter 4 as much as I did!!

The beginning hints a bit at the past and a lot towards the future, so look forward to some Scottish daddy drama coming up in future chapters!!